I don't own. This is basically 'Singing In The Rain' set in modern-day LA, so it has quite a few adjustments.

EDIT: I reposted because my beta Ehmber had an awesome idea for my first/second chapters and I decided to use it. Sorry if it confuses you!

Prologue

"Oh, look, it's Blaine and Rachel!" The reporters swarmed around the famous acting duo exiting the sleek black limo. The cameras flashed, nearly blinding surrounding fans.

Blaine Anderson grinned a dazzling white smile and pushed a few reporters out of the way. His normally curly black hair was slicked back with gel, and his Prada suit was worn chicly without a tie. He was voted Hollywood's most influential man, and he was on the cover of US magazine once upon a time. At age 27, his career was just getting started.

Rachel Berry, his lovely leading lady, gripped his arm gently, smiling at the chaos. Her curly brown hair was pulled into an elegant updo to match her gorgeous classic gown, an Alexander McQueen original, of course. It was green, blue, and black, with almost a peacock pattern, and it fit Rachel perfectly. Her brown eyes were done up, all the way, and she had cherry red lips to contrast with the cool-toned dress. Rachel Berry had already won a Tony and an Oscar, and she knew she was talented.

"Tell us about the movie!" One reporter shouted over the voices murmuring about the arrival of two of Hollywood's biggest stars.

Blaine laughed. "This is the premiere, so I will say a little. The title, Bulletproof, tips you off a little bit. It's about a retired spy teaming up with a Las Vegas showgirl to solve a gambling case bigger than the Area 51 conspiracy." People laughed. "It was a blast to make and Rachel is great to work with." The two leaned in to kiss. Oh, yeah, did I mention? Rachel and Blaine were pretending to date so the movie would make more money...Blaine is gay.

Blaine and Rachel took their seats as the movie started.

His character, Samuel Hamilton, was currently acting like a real douche to Rachel's character, Laurette LaRoux. He grimaced to himself. The worst part of the entire film (and that wasn't saying much, Blaine admits, because the movie is seriously not good, at all. The plotline was incredibly cheesy and Rachel was completely overdoing her part!) was approaching.

"Oh, but Samuel, however will I survive, knowing that you died because Mr. Fulton wouldn't pay back his gambling debt?" "Laurette" said, crying.

Blaine cringed and looked over at Rachel, who actually liked the movie, and saw that she was rapt, staring at the screen.

"I have no clue, Laurette. but I do know that I love you," 'Samuel' said.

The two kissed, and suddenly a sniper popped out of the closet and shot Samuel in the back. The screen faded to black and the credits started rolling.

You could hear the audience's protests and anger from a mile away. Rachel, however, stood and clapped wildly, tears in her eyes. She glanced around at the audience's bemused stares and marched up to the front of the theater.

"People, people! You probably do not like it because you do not understand it. Simply put, Samuel died at the end because it is dramatic!"

Silence.

Blaine thought to himself that it was a prime time for crickets to start chirping.

"Well, I tried. To the after-party?" Rachel stated, unsure of herself for once.

Blaine, Rachel, and Blaine's friend, Finn, waited for everyone to leave the theater before arriving at the after-party. The director of the film, William Schuester, sauntered up to the three adults.

"Well, what do you think?"

Rachel smiled. "Our love is as obvious as my talent!" She looked lovingly up at Blaine. "We were meant to act together."

Blaine raised a eyebrow. "Okay, you are really confused. We are only dating for publicity."

"No, I do not think so."

"Well, uh, one little problem, I don't even like you, let alone love you." It was amazing how quickly his attitude toward Rachel changed depending on who they were around. Finn grinned.

"Come on, dude, we have to meet everybody at your house." Finn smiled. "Do you need a ride, Rach?"

The brunette frowned. "Yes, because my boyfriend Blaine is apparently in denial."

"Well, uh, you better find one, cause the after-party is in like..." He checked his designer watch. "Thirty minutes." Rachel's mouth fell open, flabbergasted at his sheer stupidity. "Bye, Rachel!" He called, and he and Blaine left.

The Hollywood starlet shrieked and stomped her foot.

Blaine was led to his limo by Finn, who was holding back reporters, but suddenly, the rope holding fans back snapped. About fifty devoted fangirls rushed toward him, ripping his suit and mussing his hair and generally causing havoc.

Finn began to get him out of the mass pile of fangirls, and as soon as Blaine was deemed 'safe-for-now', he whispered, "Look, man, you need to run. Like, now."

Blaine, not one to turn down brilliant ideas from his best friend, ran with all his might. He became short of breath about a block away, but luckily, a white convertible was just sitting beside a Performing Arts Center. He sincerely hoped the owner was a fan because he hopped in the backseat without hesitation, crouching beneath the seat so as not to be seen.

He didn't have to wait long because soon, he heard someone get in the car and crank it up. When the car started moving, he hopped up and said, "Hey, I'm Blaine Anderson."

The scream heard from that guy's mouth was high and loud. Blaine clamped a hand on the screamer's mouth. "Chill. I'm not going to hurt you or steal your car."

The male ripped Blaine's hand from his mouth. His hair was perfectly coiffed, and his eyes looked the ocean. The actual ocean, not the oceanic imitations, Blaine noted. He was good looking, that was for sure.

"What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Car?" The guy spit out, gritting his teeth. "And who are you?"

Blaine stared, dumbfounded. Was he serious? Did he seriously NOT know who he was?

"I'm Blaine Anderson, one of the most famous actors in the world right now, and I'm hiding from paparazzi. Hi, how are you?" He stuck out his hand for the stranger to shake, but it was ignored.

"Look, you need to get out. I have to be somewhere."

"Can I at least know your name first?"

The guy huffed. "Fine. I'm Kurt Hummel." His face became suspicious. "Did you say you were an actor?"

"Yes, one of the best ever, might I add."

"Quit acting so high and mighty. I'm not in the mood. So, you act in movies?"

Blaine nodded proudly. "Why, are you a closeted fan?"

Kurt's eyes widened at the word 'closeted' and he replied, "I am nowhere near closeted, thank you very much."

Ah, so he was gay. He just confirmed the suspicion Blaine had for the past five minutes he spent with Kurt. "No worries, I'm gay too, chill."

Kurt nearly fell out of the car. He slammed the breaks. "What? You are dating Rachel Berry. You make out with her everywhere you two go. You are obviously lying to me." He silently cursed. He just let Blaine know that he actually did know who he was.

Blaine sighed. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. "I'm not lying to you, I'm lying to the world. The director I always work with says that I shouldn't come out yet because less people would watch my movies." He narrowed his eyes. "Which you obviously have done, judging on how much you know about me. Watch the movies I've been in, that is." He saw the look on Kurt's face and added, "Promise you won't tell anyone."

"Why would I do that?" He asked sincerely. For some reason, Blaine felt he could put all the trust in the world in this boy. Kurt frowned. "I may have seen...seven or eight. But I still don't like you. You walk around like you are better than everyone else."

"That's probably because I am."

"Quit being a smart ass! I have no respect for movie actors. You don't have to have real talent to act in movies."

"How would you know? Look at you. Are you a world-renowned movie critic?"

Kurt blushed. "I'm a stage actor."

Blaine snorted. "Okay. Look, just drive me to this address," he showed the Kurt the slip of paper, "and we'll forget all about this little incident. Okay?"

Kurt sat up haughtily. "Fine. It's just a few streets away, anyway."

The rest of the ride was silent. When Kurt pulled up to the front of Blaine's swanky Hollywood home, already packed with people, Blaine got out.

Kurt rolled his eyes and drove away as Blaine called out, "Bye, Kurt!"

Little did Blaine know, Kurt drove around and parked behind the expensive home and entered through the back door.

When Blaine entered the party, it was in full swing. He caught up with his friends Sam, Puck, Mike, and Artie, who were in a record-breaking band called A.N. Jell, and chatted with Mercedes Jones, who had the number one single 'Hell To The No', once a silly song she wrote in high school. He confided in Mercedes and Sam, and considered them among his best friends.

Sam grinned. "Blaine, my man! I saw your movie..." He made a face. "No offense, man, but it stunk on ice."

Blaine nodded. "Understandable. Have you even once talked to Rachel? She's a pain."

Sam laughed. "She's not that bad."

Speaking of the devil, the starlet waltzed up in a short, silver, glittery dress and heels. Her hair was down, unlike
her style for the movie showing, and her make-up was re-done. Leave it to Rachel Berry to make an entrance.

"Who's not that bad?" She asked obnoxiously.

Blaine laughed hesitantly. "The, uh, nice lady over there serving drinks. Go, um, go talk to her." He shoved her in that direction and led Sam away.

Will went onto the makeshift stage and cleared his throat into the microphone. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I know you all are tired of walking around, eating expensive food and conversing with Hollywood royalty so I'll make an announcement." The party goers laughed. "I now present to you the Warblers, a chorus!"

The boy group bee-bummed onstage and you could hear people snickering. "Is this a joke?" Sam whispered.

Suddenly, Kurt Hummel appeared onstage and began singing some lame old song. It sounded vaguely familiar, but Blaine didn't care, because Kurt could SING. Really sing.

But, for some reason, the other guests at the party didn't seem to think so. They were laughing and pointing, and not in the nice way. The other guys in the background had given up and stopped singing, but stubborn Kurt kept on singing. Someone thought it was a bright idea to throw a cake at him. A whole cake. It splattered all over him, chocolate frosting covering uniform he and all the other chorus members were wearing. His face cinched up and he ran off the stage as people laughed.

Will chuckled as he walked onto the stage. "Well, now it's time for the real entertainment. Please welcome A. N. Jell!" The audience went wild and the disheartened - Garglers? - exited the stage. Said band began to play a soft rock tune and Puck crooned out some crap about a girl.

Blaine, however, was more concerned about where Kurt got off to. He decided to look in the first floor bathroom first, and sure enough, Kurt was there, crying and washing cake out of his hair.

He knocked gently. "Hey."

Kurt sniffled. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to make sure you're okay," Blaine admitted, scuffing his feet. "But if you want me to leave-"

"No!" Kurt said a little too loudly. "I mean, no, it's fine. I appreciate the gesture." He turned on the faucet and continued to rinse the chocolate cake from his chestnut hair. "Feel free to say I-told-you-so."

"Hmm?" Blaine was confused. "What do you mean?"

The countertenor sighed. "I told you I was a stage actor. You figured out my lie. I'm really a chorus boy, ring a bell?" He groaned.
"And now I can't get this cake out of my hair."

Blaine smiled. "Can I help?"

He glared. "No, I can do this just fine by myself."

"Well, look, if you ever need anything, here's my number. Call anytime." Blaine handed him one of the business cards that he always kept in his wallet. Printed on it were his cell and home numbers.

Kurt glanced at the card hesitantly before taking it. "Alright. I will. Thank you."

For some reason that was beyond him, Blaine believed him.

A/N: What did you think? Drop me a beautiful little review and let me know!

EDIT: Many thanks to Ehmber for helping me out!