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Jim Kirk! Legally Blond	By : Strailo Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 2296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, make any money off of this story. I do not own Legally Blond or the Star Trek Series. I do not own in anyway any person that is in this story. Full details inside.

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Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond

Fandom: Star Trek 2009

Part: 2

Characters: Jim, “Cupcake”, Janice

Word count: 1,957

Warnings: None really

AN: This was supposed to be posted last Monday but last week was insanely busy and tiring so I missed a week and you get it today. Hugs and kisses all.

I hope you enjoy.

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It was exactly at 6:30 that evening that the frat house door bell rang. Cupcake was quick to open the door and smirked at the impeccably dressed Spock Grayson. With black eyes that glinted with hidden knowledge and black hair cut in such a way that it kept it out of the way but was still stylish, the man was rather on the good looking side. But still no one was quite sure as to why the usually bright and cheerful James T. Kirk was dating such an aloof man like Spock, even after four years.

“Hey there, come on in. I'll just call Jim and tell him that you're here,” he said, stepping aside and allowing the other man into the frat house foyer. Closing the door behind Spock, Cupcake grabbed the inter-house phone and pushed the button that called Jim's room, waiting for him to answer. Smirking, he nodded when all he got was a quick 'be right down' before Jim hung up on him before he could say a thing. Putting the headset into the cradle, he said, “He'll be down in a moment.”

“Thank you, Hendorrff,” Spock responded, tilting his head at the other man as he tugged on the sleeves of his shirt, making sure that they were sitting properly. His eyes turned to the stairwell, watching and waiting for his lovely boyfriend to come down them.

He didn't have to wait very long as Jim slowly started down the stairs, looking as handsome as ever in the tailored suit that he had gotten for their anniversary night. A small smile twitched on Spock's lips as he took in his boyfriend's suit that offset his looks in all the right ways.

Jim was known to be a handsome man with a strong jaw line and blue eyes that always sparkled with an inner light if not tinged with just a tiny bit of sadness. Blond hair curled just slightly around his face and always a mix of shades instead of just the one shade, bleached by the sun that fell around them.

“You look wonderful,” Spock greeted him, taking Jim's hand and running his eyes over the lean body. He cocked an eyebrow as his lips pulled into a slightly broader smile. “Shall we go now?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as one of the frat brother's came down with a huff and an overcoat for Jim.

“Yes, we shall,” Jim chuckled. He took the overcoat and pulled it on with the help of his boyfriend before the two left the frat house. Spock opened the front door for them before he lead the way down the front steps and opened the door to the passenger side of his car. He smiled as the slightly younger male slid into the car with a smirk.

Walking around to the other side of his car, he slipped into the drivers side seat and turned on the car, heading towards the restaurant for their date, driving easily as the two enjoyed the comfortable silence. Spock wondered if this night would go well in the long run, considering what he was planning on doing, but just shook those thoughts free of his head. He was intent on enjoying their night before he did what he was going to end up doing.

Parking in a space, he slid out and opened Jim's door before the other male could do so for himself, getting an amused look from his lover even as he took the offered hand and stepped out of the car. Smoothing down wind blown hair, the couple walked into the restaurant and was lead to their table, settling in with their menus and nodding to the host.

When they finally were ready to order, Jim ordered a cup of ginger ale, not wanting anything with alcohol at the moment as Spock requested some tea. “I think that I'll start out with the house salad, blue cheese dressing on the side, please. For my main course, I'll have the grilled salmon with sauteed mushrooms and steak fries with that, please,” he ordered, handing the waitress his menu, smiling.

Spock chuckled and shook his head at his lover's delight. “I too will start with the house salad, but Italian dressing on the side. For the main course I would like the grilled shrimp with seasoned rice and sauteed mushrooms,” he stated. He handed over his menu with a nod of his head. The waitress smiled as she finished writing their orders down before heading off to get their drinks. The two males talked quietly, updating each other on the days that they hadn't seen each other.

They continued to talk over their salads and continued on as they started in on their main dishes when they were delivered. Spock finally shifted in his seat, drawing a curious look from Jim, the blue eyes sparkling at him. “What's up?” Jim asked. He felt a curl of anticipation at the signs of nervousness that came from his boyfriend.

Spock sighed, wiping his mouth with a napkin before he placed it down, sipping at his water. “Jim, I believe that we need to speak about something,” he stated. He watched as an elegantly shaped brow arched upwards.

“Oh? About what?” Jim asked, placing his knife and fork down onto the plate. He sat back, legs crossing in an attempt to stop his leg from bouncing in time with his anticipation. He knew something was going to happen, and hoped that it was what he really, really wanted.

“Yes, I do. As you know, I wish to have my position as governor secured by the time that I turn thirty. At which point I wish to further my career should it look to be favorable,” Spock started. His eyes gazed at Jim, not showing anything.

Jim just smiled at him in return and titled his head, feeling a tiny thread of worry start to curl in him right along side the anticipation. “Yes, of course. I have supported you all the way so far in your chosen path,” he said. And really he had. With every move and connection that Spock had made over the years, he had helped in anyway he could. He had even gone so far as to help him meet a few influential people at the few parties that his mother had thrown for whatever charity had caught her eye.

“Yes, and I do have a lot to thank you for,” Spock said, taking Jim's hand into his own, making a small thread of worry flare up into outright anxiousness. Spock was not normally so touchy. “But I am finding that I must pursue a different relationship if I am to do this.”

“What?” Jim asked, his voice blank. He carefully hid the hurt that had slammed into his chest and knocked his breath out of his lungs as Spock pulled his hand back with a sigh. One that said he was disappointed in Jim. One that grated on Jim's nerves.

“Come now, Jim, you know that I do care for you but you are not exactly the right kind of partner that I need, much less the right kind of spouse. Especially as I build my campaign and career. I need someone who is a bit more serious about life,” Spock explained. He missed the way normally warm blue eyes went icy cold as he once more picked up his water glass and took a sip from it.

“Let me make sure that I have this right. What you are saying is that I'm somehow not smart enough for you? Or maybe it is just my degree choice that seems rather frivolous when it comes down to it? Especially compared to that big lawyers degree so you can be a prosecutor,” Jim hissed, leaning forward over the table, his eyes cold and dark. “Or can it actually be that you need a woman to make it seem like you have some perfect little picture, not matter the fact that it is now perfectly legal and acceptable in this day and age to actually have a same sex spouse?” he continued, his voice rising.

Spock shot a look around the restaurant, a few of the other diners gazing over at the table with curious looks on their face, many of them knowing that they were usually a loving couple. “Now, Jim, please do be reasonable about all of this,” he started. He got a disgusted snort from the emotionally bruised and battered Jim.

“Reasonable? Really? I should be reasonable about this? About the fact that my boyfriend and lover of four supposedly loving years was apparently just using me as a...a...booty call?” Jim growled, his eyes flaring.

“You are not and never were a, as you call it, booty call to me,” Spock replied. “I simply need someone who is much more serious then you are. All you do with your life is play and party and, yes, go after a frivolous degree,” he stated. He watched as Jim went ramrod straight and give him a dark look.

“Well then. I had no idea that you thought that an arts degree with a follow up with a business minor and fashion masters was frivolous,” Jim said. He grabbed the napkin out of his lap and tossed it onto the table. “And don't even think that I haven't heard about the fact that you have been seen around with your fellow Harvard bound student, Spock. I am now, in the eyes of your fans, a pathetic loswer who didn't even know that I was your male mistress,” he growled at him. He stood up and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving his now ex-boyfriend to sigh and pay for their unfinished meal.

Following after Jim, Spock found that Jim had already started to walk down the street with quick strides, and that the temperature had dropped down several degrees. Sighing and sliding into his car as it was brought to him by the valet, he followed after the other male, quickly catching up to him and driving slowly next to him. “Jim, please get into the car. It is much too col for it to be healthy for you to walk in,” he called. Jim shot him a glare as he buried himself in the blanket. “Come on, Jim. Do not be stubborn about this. You have at the very least a thirty minute walk to undertake and the temperature will just end up dropping several more degrees during that time with this cold front moving in.”

Jim stopped on the sidewalk, and looked up at the starless and moonless night before he sighed. “Fine. You will drive me to the frat house,” he stated. He slid into the car and sent Spock a cold glare when he moved to touch him. “As of the moment that you told me that you were looking for a more serious relationship in that restaurant, you have lost any right to call me Jim, much less to touch me. And don't expect to be getting anything at all from me at all. Even free sex will not happen ever again,” he snarled, hiding his pain behind his anger.

“I would not expect you to fall into my bed,” Spock said, nearly sighing again. He knew that he had hurt Jim but he really didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to actually achieve his goals at the least. He regretted that he had hurt Jim, especially since the young man had known too much hurt in his short life as it was.
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