factory loft

anonymous asked:

So I'm just watching "Thinking Out Loud" video and can you imagine this: Blaine as Ed, and Kurt as choreographer who came up with this dance. They have a late in night rehearsal and you can literally touch the tension between them. And then there's that one move, too close, too intimate and BOOM! they're kissing and oh I gave myself feelings *___*

Kurt still thinks it’s a prank as he opens the door to the studio.

There is no way that he has actually been called to choreograph Blaine Fucking Anderson’s latest video.

Not to look down on him and his dancing studio, it’s just a fact:

Stars of Blaine Anderson’s status don’t go to Brooklyn’s choreograph for a music video–they go to big names, famous dancers and acclaimed professionals.

Not … him.

But it is Blaine Fucking Anderson standing in the middle of a beautiful factory-turned-loft, wearing a somehow loose but fitting shirt–there is some kind of black magic at work here–and snug sweatpants that leave nothing to Kurt’s vivid imagination.

A blond man approaches Kurt, and he reads enough gossip magazines (shush, it’s a professional occupation) to recognize Blaine Anderson’s occasional lyricist and best friend, Sam Evans. “Mr. Hummel!” the man exclaims, shaking Kurt’s hand enthusiastically. “So glad you could make it.”

Kurt shakes his hand back and can’t help but smile at his energy. “I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else,” he replies, looking behind Sam at Blaine who is warming up with a look of focus.

Damn he’s attractive–no wonder he has so many fan groups.

Not that Kurt doesn’t have his own little group of followers on the different social media, but they do not compare with Blaine’s.

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  • You get on the COTA bus and go South on High Street. You get off the COTA bus. You get on the COTA bus and go North on High Street. You get off the COTA bus. Doesn’t the COTA bus go somewhere other than High Street?
  • You are in the Short North for gallery hop. Most galleries have works hung salon style, crowding each other with color and line. One gallery has a drawing of a person slumped in a tub. The person has your haircut. The tub looks remarkably like the one in your apartment. In the next gallery is a painting more explicitly of you, definitely you, but just unusually sallow. Your brow in the painting seems to tic with worry. At ROYGBIV the walls are covered in photos, and each photo is a closeup of your screaming face. When were they taken?
  • You are looking for the Wexner Medical Center. “I’m sorry,” says the woman at the desk. “This is the Wexner Center for the Arts.” You try more buildings, all with “Wexner Center” sprawled across their sides in gleaming metal. By the time you enter the Wexner Center for Existential Suffering you think you might be lost. You walk outside. Every building is a Wexner Center.
  • They have converted the old Wonderbread Factory into lofts. You see people go in. It still smells of yeast. You do not see people come out.
  • You watch people touch the bust in Thompson library on the OSU campus. They touch it each time they walk by, because it is good luck. They walk in and out of the library, in and out. They touch the bust until their forefingers are ground to nubs. It is good luck.
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  • You are at the Book Loft in German Village. You have been at the Book Loft in German Village for 27 years. You are in room #534: Memoirs. Your stomach roils with hunger, but you can not find your way out of the Book Loft. There are just so many books at the Book Loft.

I only like rostam’s music bc I want him to gently hold me as I fall asleep in a factory loft conversion in burlington, vermont but it turns out that can completely be enough