Summary: Jacob Ben Israel is waiting outside movie star Kurt Hummel’s apartment for some dirt to report.
A/N: Yeah, so today’s prompt was dirt and this is where I went with it - enjoy!
Working as a journalist in Hollywood wasn’t quite what Jacob Ben Israel had imagined it to be. Stalking the glittery faces of celebrities when they inevitably had to dress down to go to the gym, the supermarket or even the doctors had always been his dream, but he’d never thought about the many hours the paparazzi used sitting outside in the bushes or clawing at the heavy gates celebrities hid behind.
Jacob looked to his watch. Another twenty minutes and he would have been sitting in front of movie star Kurt Hummel’s building’s door for three hours. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as a red carpet or a one on one interview, but he couldn’t deny the tiny sparks of excitement he felt whenever he saw a shadow move in front of the stylish curtains in the apartment he knew to be Hummel’s on the seventh floor.
The doorman had been glaring at him on and off for the last forty minutes, but Jacob knew he wasn’t going to be in trouble. He never was.
Then suddenly his three hours of waiting paid off.
Another silhouette stepped in front of the window so close to the first one that Jacob was sure they were hugging or perhaps – dare he hope – kissing. The silhouettes were moving around, and then clothes was being pealed off, not revealing skin, but the outlines of toned bodies that were obviously both male. Jacob could barely believe his eyes and nearly forgot all about the turned off camera in his hands. It didn’t stay turned off though as he quickly tried to capture the moment that would probably get him a good raise.
“Smile for the camera, Hummel and mystery guy,” he whispered as he pointed the lens towards what he now assumed was Kurt Hummel’s bedroom.
Things quickly got tame again when the figures moved away from the window, but Jacob was sure he’d already got more than enough footage.
That’s why he’d gone home the next morning when sun-glass clad pop star Blaine Anderson carefully walked out of the heavy gates with an ear to ear smile on his face and a last look towards the apartment on the seventh floor.