Title: My Only Sunshine
Pairing: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Rated: M – For smut in later chapters, and a fairly specific rape scene that will also come later. You've been warned.
Summary: Kurt Hummel is an up and coming actor, haunted by ghosts from his past. He and Blaine broke up during Blaine's senior year, and he hasn't spoken to anyone from Lima since. Now that his ghosts keep popping up in the new life he's trying to establish, how does he handle it?

Chapter 1

Kurt Hummel's life was never easy. Calm at some points, and even boring at others, but never would he classify it as easy. Most gay kids could probably say the same. High school is just that moment in the lives of everyone where you're just there to get out.

Of course, it makes it easier when you have a support system behind you. It makes getting out of bed just a little less difficult and it makes living worth something. He'd had a support system back in Lima. A really, really good one. A proud father, caring step-mom, protective brother, a handful of great friends, and the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.

He'd left that behind a while ago, 3 and a half years to be exact, and his life was slowly but surely starting to form into a bigger and brighter chapter that was just waiting to be grasped a hold of and given the treatment it deserved.

That's why the blue-eyed man found himself in yet another drafty concert hall, auditioning for a part that was usually only performed by brawnier men. Kurt knew he wouldn't get it. Really, who wanted to watch a boy pretend to be in love with a girl who he himself couldn't even begin to fathom being romantically involved with?

He certainly didn't.

So, even as he gave his monologue, he could already feel the fingers of disappointment tickling at the back of his mind like a well-known nightmare.

"Thank you, we'll um . . . call you in a few days to let you know." The woman sat in the middle of the cast crew spoke into the microphone. Kurt simply nodded before going backstage to gather his things.

Why did he keep insisting to audition even though he knew he'd get turned down? Was it just the hope that maybe someday he'd finally be recognized, or was it that he didn't have anywhere else to perform so once a month he indulged himself with a performance for the small group of casting directors?

"I wouldn't expect a call-back if I were you." A voice spoke suddenly as he exited the door. Kurt whipped his head around to find a willowy woman in about her late thirties with blonde hair in an elegant bun. Her mouth was drawn, and her cheekbones almost gaunt, although there was a smirk on her painted lips.

"I wasn't expecting one." He snapped before taking off down the hall, ignoring the sound of her heels on the stone floor as she followed him.

When he was almost out to his car, with her still following him, he'd had enough. "Can I help you?" He asked moodily, unlocking the vehicle quickly and fingering the phone in his pocket incase this woman was a crazy psychopath kidnapper. In New York, you never knew.

"I don't know." She said simply, that smirk still on her lips. "Can you?"

He couldn't help the glare that managed to work itself on his features. It'd been a long day, and a condescending woman was not what he necessarily wanted to deal with right now.

"Calm down, I'm not here to start a fight. My name's Serena."

"Kurt." Was the replied greeting.

"I know."

"You do?"

Her smirk grew as she took out a card from the small clutch she carried and handed it to the slightly wary male.

"Serena Malloy, talent scout." He read off, his eyes slowly coming back up to meet hers. "Talent scout?"

"And that's why I'm here. A little birdie told me that you might be around, auditioning for some local production."

"I don't think I understand."

"I want you to audition for me. Well, no. Not really. You've already auditioned. I like your talent Kurt. But honestly, I'm not talking about your tweeting around singing, as you're rumored to do. Acting is a different story. There's this underlying depth to you, Kurt Hummel, and I feel like we could go a long way. I'm not denying that you're incredibly talented in music, although from what I hear you're not into that anymore, and maybe I could find somewhere for your talent in that too, but right now I want to focus on movies."

"Movies?"

"Allow me to manage you, Kurt, and you're going to be a movie star."

That's the story on how Kurt Hummel got his "big break" so to speak. Of course he wasn't that big yet, but as Serena promised, he was getting there.

The paychecks were good, allowing him to decorate his new apartment in Los Angeles just as elaborately as he liked, and of course go on shopping sprees that would scare Rebecca Bloomwood. It was different, but he had decided early on that different was what he needed. A chance to step out and be the confident man that he was and own it, because now he could without risking a slushy facial or being thrown in a dumpster. He was a man now, not the stupid, naïve boy he'd been in high school.

More people started noticing him too. It started with one simple girl coming up and asking for a picture and autograph while he tried to get his morning coffee. It'd spurred a few others to come up and ask even though they didn't exactly know what he was famous for. After that it was common that at least once a day someone would come up to talk to him whenever he went out. Thankfully he'd only had one run-in with the paparazzi, but Serena told him repeatedly that at the rate he was progressing, it would be worse.

Girl fans weren't the only ones giving him attention and when he came out, (ironically, for the second time) even more guys started flashing him flirty smiles. He had some flings, none lasting over a few weeks. It was weird, doing the whole boyfriend thing with someone other than . . . Him.

A sharp jolt to his shoulder caused him to jump out of his thoughts, turning a glare toward the practically sickly hand that had pushed him.

"Earth to Kurt Hummel." She muttered, typing something out quickly on her phone before turning her attention back to the irritated brunette. "Come on. The interview starts at noon and I'd like to get there a little early so we can pick the seats."

"Why can't we just have it here, where it's nice and comfortable and I don't have to move?"

She snorted, "This way you won't look like a lazy bum."

Reluctantly he hauled himself off of his couch and followed her out, down to where the town car was waiting to take them to the clichéd coffee shop that Kurt frequented. It was only a 10 minute walk from his apartment, making him wonder why on earth Serena insisted on taking the car in the first place.

By the time they got there the interviewer from People magazine was expected to be there soon. The newly-found star and his agent quickly made their way into the cozy shop to order a coffee and find a fairly secluded spot. It was only a short while later until a professional woman in slacks and a pale pink blouse walked in, a small smile on her face. When she spot the duo she made her way over, taking the seat across from them, sticking out her hand. Kurt shook it with a small smile of his own.

"What an adorable place. It's nice to finally meet you, Kurt. I'm Therese."

"The pleasure's mine."

"Such a gentleman; why don't we go ahead and get this started with?" With a nod from the agent she took out a small recorder along with a pad of paper. "August 14, Therese Jones, interview with actor Kurt Hummel. Thank you so much for allowing me to interview you today. As far as I know this is your first official one, right?"

"Yep, that's right. I don't understand what everyone has been ranting about though, this doesn't seem too bad." With a chuckle he replied.

"Just wait until I get to the good stuff," She replied with a wink. "How are you taking to the city life?"

"Well it's different, but a good different. When you come from such a small town like I did it takes some adjusting. It's different from New York even."

"How small of a town are we talking about?"

"Have you even heard of Lima, Ohio? Usually no one but people around there have. There was one public high school, and a population of about 40 thousand."

"You've said before that you were bullied pretty seriously in high school. How bad did it get?"

Kurt stiffened at the question, fidgeting with his sweater as he took a sip of the drink slowly cooling in front of him, trying to think of an answer. "It was enough to make me want to leave that town forever."

"You don't ever plan on going back?"

He bit the inside of his cheek, "No."

"How about New York; what kinds of things did you do there?"

"School mostly. A really great friend of mine moved with me but during our freshman year . . . I mean . . . things happen. People change."

"You sound pretty bitter about it."

"I'll manage." He replied wittily with a slight smirk.

"And that's where you were picked up to try for a part in your recent movie?" She asked after jotting some things down.

"Yeah, after yet another failed attempt at acting there."

"I bet they're upset they didn't pick you up first, huh?" Therese happily jotted something else down.

"Let's hope so."

"A big laugh in their faces now, right?"

"I suppose." Kurt agreed, taking another drink while glancing out of the corner of his eye at Serena who was back on her phone typing out an email.

"So let's hear a little bit about Kurt Hummel's mysterious love life." Her lips turned into a mischievous smile that made Kurt's stomach drop.

"That might be a little difficult, seeing as I don't have one."

"What about in general? Are you a romantic?"

"I used to be." He said slowly.

"Something changed that?"

"Someone."

After a few more questions that would be included in the trivia section (what's your favorite color: gold, desert: Ben & Jerry's coffee crunch, least favorite word: queer, or who would you most like to meet: Lady Gaga, of course) the interview wrapped up with more thank-you's.

Clicking off the recorder and shoving everything back in her bag she stood with a smile. "I've already seen the spread, it looks absolutely fantastic. Enjoy the rest of your day, and again thank you so much." And with that she left with a wave.

"That went well for your first interview, don't you think?"

Kurt just hummed, finishing his coffee, wishing he was back in bed.

His second movie was different than his first. Instead of a supporting character he now had a lead – a huge success for a starting actor. His own trailer, people catering to his every beck and call, newly found fans, and more and more interviews, this time on actual TV shows instead of just magazines. Slowly but surely he was mastering the art of deflection, although the interviewers and talk-show hosts also knew how to counter. It was almost like chess, beating your opponent until the first one to relent lost. Kurt Hummel was stubborn though, and almost never gave up.

But the press was nothing compared to actually filming the movie. He wasn't afraid to admit that the movie he had first worked on was nothing compared to this. The sets were huge, and they even got to travel around the world in order to film some scenes. It was the first time Kurt had ever been to Europe, and even as bittersweet the memories of planning a visit with someone besides who he was on the trip with were, he still had a blast.

It most likely had to do with who accompanied him.

He'd met Coraline the second week of filming, odd because she was the second lead, but because she was on tour with the cast of her last movie. Coraline Gallagher was one of the top actresses in the business, which is why when Kurt had been chosen for the role along-side her, he'd practically fainted. She was everything that Kurt wanted to eventually achieve. Fame, success, and a 4-year run on Broadway. While living in New York he'd even gotten to see her perform with Rachel, way back when his life seemed perfect, and he'd promised himself that he would tell her face to face how amazing she was.

He'd practically shit himself with the opportunity arose.

At the beginning of their friendship, he'd been a bumbling idiot, fawning over her so much that her husband of 2 years told him to back off, and Kurt had eventually had to say that he was gay to the entire cast and crew until he believed him.

Surprisingly, no one minded. That was when Kurt's relationship with the Gallagher's became even more set in stone as he found two new best friends – something he'd been deprived of for way too long. His life was blossoming into something beautiful again, but there was always a nagging in the back of his mind that reminded him nothing stays perfect for long.

"What about this one?" The dark-haired beauty asked while spinning around in a tight fitting, shimmery black dress.

"I still like the green one better. It really brings out the color in your eyes." He patted the dress that was lying carefully across his lap.

Coraline bit her lip indecisively, "Kurt, I have to get both. They're just both adorable. I'll wear the green one when he takes me out for our anniversary but I know that there will be something that I wear the black one too. Right?"

"Oh the luxuries of being rich," He teased, standing up with the dress and two pairs of shoes in tow, along with a bag of his own.

She simply laughed before disappearing behind the curtain of the dressing room, coming back out a few minutes later dressed in her street clothes.

"You're coming over right? Camden said something about it this morning. I figured a nice movie night was well over-due." She chirped over her shoulder as she laid everything on the counter for the young girl to ring up.

"Well damn, there go my plans to frolic around town with my new man." Kurt joked, snickering in the process.

"I could only hope, Hummel. You need a good relationship. Hell, you just need to get laid. You're so sarcastic all the time; maybe it'd lighten you up."

"Ha, good one." He replied dryly.

"See! There you go again."

"I'm a sarcastic person by nature. You're just jealous because you can't keep up with my wit."

"Now that's just being mean." She haughtily said after grabbing her bag, dragging him out into the bright LA sunlight with her. The amount of moisturizer that included SPF 30 he'd gone through in his time here was absolutely insane. "So you are coming over?"

He nodded in confirmation.

"Great!" She said, clapping her hands, getting ready to say something before her phone cut her off. She dug it out of her purse, glancing at Kurt apologetically before answering it. "Hey!" She said, almost so excited it sounded forced.

Kurt couldn't hear who was on the other line, but it sounded like a man.

"Just out shopping with a friend before having a movie night." She said to something she'd been asked. "Shouldn't you be in classes?" Well, that ruled out it being Camden because as far as Kurt knew, her husband had long since graduated.

She listened to whatever the man was saying for a while, Kurt milling about and people watching as he tried to give her a little privacy.

"Alright, I'll see you then . . . I love you too . . . Bye." She said finally with a little bit of exasperation, giving Kurt a look. "Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but there's just some times when you need to get away from all of the depressing in the world. Although I have to say, you're not much better."

Kurt just snorted and rolled his eyes at the last comment, "You have a brother? I didn't know that."

"Not many people do. He goes to school in New Haven so I hardly see him. I practically raised the monster, so it's weird not seeing him all the time."

"And that's why he's so depressed?" Kurt said with a slight teasing tone, although he couldn't help but fish for a good story to entertain him.

She leaned her head back and laughed, "Partially maybe." Her face grew more somber, "Actually, his boyfriend left him a few years back. It really messed him up, but he hasn't told me anything but that. I didn't even get to meet the guy. Personally, he seems like an asshole to me. I'd like to get the chance to punch his teeth out."

"So he's gay too?" Kurt rushed out, slightly shocked. His best friend had a brother who was also gay and she'd never thought to bring it up?

She nodded, "Our parents didn't like it very much, which is why I ended up getting custody when I was 18 and he was just a sophomore in high school. Hey, maybe I can set you two up when he comes for Thanksgiving."

Kurt frowned, "You know I don't want a relationship."

"Yeah, I know, even though you won't tell me why, I still know you don't want one."

"It's because people are assholes, and most are just out looking for a few things which have nothing to do with love. I may think that romance is no longer out there, but that doesn't stop me from wanting it." Kurt said angrily while toeing at a pebble, before continuing down the sidewalk.

"Trust me; my brother is nothing like that. I raised him to be honest and a gentleman. He knows that if he steps another toe out of line, I'll kick his ass."

"Remind me to never make you mad."

"You won't need reminding."

Hello again! I know it's been a while since there's been a story from me, but I hope that this is up to par. I'm really excited about this one and I've been working on it for a while. Since it's summer, I'll be able to update more frequently and this is my main project. It's my first Glee fanfic but I've been obsessing over the show (and Klaine) for a long time now. I would love some reviews – and constructive criticism – to let me know what you think! Next chapter should be up as soon as I get it read through and edited.

Melanie.