A 'prologue' to a one shot i was working on. I didn't mean for it to be seperate, but i ended up typing it out and didn't know how i could fit it with what i was going to write next. This is a song fic based off of Jasey Rae by All Time Low (acoustic). The next chapter will be updated soon. The next chapter will show what happened between Blaine and Kurt 'that night/morning'. siigh, i must stop with all these new stories.
Blaine found himself in his own pit of personal hell. He couldn't sleep without thinking of the piercing blue eyes, the way they had stared him down at the beginning of the night. But by morning time they were looking at him with a kind of softness that made him feel at home. His manager yelled at him at every moment she had to spare, he wasn't good enough, she had said. He had told him otherwise, but Blaine reminded himself that that wasn't what was important. What was important was to please his manager, and mostly his fans. But in this fiery pit of hell he was currently in, he could think of nothing but him, him, him.
It came to a point where his manager had forced him to 'pour out his guilt' through song writing. And surprisingly it had worked. The band loved it too, Finn, on drums said that it was catchy, Santana on keyboard liked it too, and she was hard to please. The only one who was a bit iffy was Tina on bass because she didn't get to have an extreme, intricate bass line. Unfortunately for Blaine, the song, titled Jasey Rae, was a hit. His manager being a total bitch told him that he should have a female name used instead, because he wasn't yet publicly out. He sang it nearly every night, reminding himself of everything that had happened. Reliving the guilt, those damn eyes.
And the fans, they ate it up. Santana took the liberty – forcefully and unbeknownst to Blaine – and explained exactly how Blaine was 'inspired', per say, to write the song. Every night, there would be at least one fan asking who the mystery 'Jasey Rae' was. Blaine would then have to awkwardly try and change the conversation to the night Finn went streaking, and the topic would be over and forgotten.
The band grew in fame, they changed record labels, managers, and now they were at their peak of their fame, and Blaine definitely liked their new manager. The song was almost forgotten, no one asked about it anymore, there had been three new albums since then, there were many other stories to tell. They still played it at shows, because it was a fan favorite. But Blaine never really remembered that night and morning like he had years ago. He forgot about the way those blue eyes looked straight at him and through him, like he was some kind of children's book, easy to read. He forgot the feeling of his hands on him.
Now they were on tour with a small two man band, they decided they missed the small venues from when they weren't so famous. They picked locations in small towns and the fans were tightly packed into a more intimate setting. It was like any other night. Girls were throwing bras at him, which he politely hung around his mike stand, there were screams in the crowd of girl's proposes. 'I love you's 'Marry me's and nonsensical screams were heard through the building. They were going through their routine setlist, and as he did nightly, he brought out his favorite acoustic guitar and tuned it quickly. He announced their next song and smiled at the cheers. The lights were dimmed and for a moment he took the chance to joke with the crowd.
He called them pretty, they screamed. He actually took the time to look at their excited faces. Some of them nearly cried when they locked eyes, and he only smiled back. Then he looked near the back of the venue, and spotted something that he'd never expected to see before.
He saw a flash of blue eyes.
He saw Jasey Rae.
He saw Kurt Hummel.
Working on the next part furiously.
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