A/N: So this is an idea I have been toying with for a while now, and I finally decided that this chapter was ready to post. I haven't written any more yet, but I fully intend to. I hope you enjoy it, it's my first Klaine fic, but I'm happy wit it so... Here it is!

The studio was huge, full of children awaiting their turn to be interviewed. Kurt Hummel walked in the door, staring around in awe, as he clung to his mother's hand. His best friend, Blaine Anderson, followed shortly, along with Kurt's father. The boys had been best friends since their first day of kindergarten, when Kurt had made a "bowtie" out of pipe-cleaners and presented it to the curly haired boy.

They were given a number each, and told to take a seat. Doing exactly as they were told, they squeezed onto a single chair between them, and proceeded to giggle and whisper until they heard a sharp voice calling their names, together. Blaine jumped up and was about to run into the interview room, before he noticed that Kurt was dawdling behind.

"What's the matter Kurt? Are you sick? Can you still do the interview?" Kurt nodded.

"I'm a little bit nervous... What if they don't like me? If I'm too shy or... Blaine, what if they pick you but not me?"

Blaine simply smiled and took his best friend's hand. He didn't say anything, but simply led him into the room.

Blaine.

A tall woman stood just inside the door. Her hair was tied back in a severely tight bun, and she wore a perfectly kept, smart business suit. She pointed the two boys into separate rooms along a corridor.

Blaine watched as Kurt was led into the other room. He swallowed nervously and turned his eyes to the woman in front of him. She scared him. He fiddled with his bow-tie nervously as he had his photo taken and sat down in the chair which was pointed out to him. He looked around the room, noticing how at first, it seemed to be pristine, but if you looked carefully, there was a slight crack in the plaster on the wall opposite him, or the fact that the green carpet was frayed slightly in one corner.

He then focused his attention on the woman sitting opposite him. Why did she have to be the one talking to him? The man who had been in what he referred to as "Kurt's room" seemed to be very nice, but he supposed that it was just his luck that he would get the cross one. What would happen if he couldn't answer one of her questions? He wouldn't have a chance then, and he would have to stay at home while Kurt got to go on TV by himself and then he would probably forget all about Blaine and make lots of new, much better friends... He had to do this. For himself, and for Kurt.

"Blaine Anderson, is that correct?" The woman lost no time in getting down to the business at hand.

"Y-yes ma'am." Blaine replied, timidly and politely.

"What grade are you in?"

"S-second grade, Ma'am. I go to Lima elementary wi-"He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was cut off.

"Very well Mr. Anderson, I simply asked your grade, not the entire history of your schooling. Now what are your parents' names? Have you got any siblings?"

"Well, my Mother is called Annabelle, and my Father is Theodore. I have one brother" He hesitated, not wanting to overstep his mark again, but when the woman said nothing, he continued.

"My brother's name is Cooper, he is in eighth Grade, and he just turned fourteen. That means he is..." Blaine counted on his fingers for a minute or so, causing the woman, who still hadn't given her name, to roll her eyes impatiently.

"... Seven years older than me." Blaine finished counting and announced this fact proudly, as though he had just solved an incredibly difficult mathematical equation.

"Thank you, Mr. Anderson. We shall discuss your application and get back to you as soon as we can. You may leave."

Blaine stood up, unsure of whether his interview had gone well or not. He didn't think the questions were very good, he could have talked a lot more about school, maybe even said how good friends he and Kurt were. He was sure if the woman knew that he and Kurt were best friends, she would not choose one without the other.

As he left the room, he cursed himself for taking so long to figure out how much older than him Cooper was. He knew that the woman didn't like that, and he couldn't help but think that she thought he was stupid, and only smart people would be picked for this. It wasn't his fault that he could never do Maths. His teacher had told him to get someone to help him with his homework at home. His mother and father were always too busy to help, and although Cooper tried to, he always had to spend a lot of time on his own homework as well, so wasn't able to help Blaine as much as he liked.

Kurt

Kurt walked shyly into the room. There was a friendly looking young man sitting in the centre of the room, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with a dinner jacket over it. He had brown hair, which was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck.

The man quickly told Kurt to stand by the wall while he took a photograph, and he obeyed, before sitting down in the chair opposite him. He felt uncomfortable, and couldn't help but wonder how Blaine was doing in the other room. He looked around the room, as the man seemed to be taking notes on a thick notepad.

There was nothing much to see, the walls were a faint pink, and the floor had a rough looking green carpet. Kurt couldn't help but scrunch up his nose at the colour scheme. After what felt like forever, the man looked up and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Hello, My name Is Eric. What's yours?"

"K-Kurt. But shouldn't you know that already? You have the paper that the tall lady gave you, I saw Mommy writing my name on it, Blaine's too." Kurt was nervous at the start, but by the end of his sentence he was slightly more comfortable, and showing signs of his humour that was sure to blossom as he got older.

Eric laughed. "Yeah, I do know your name, but I had to make sure that she didn't give me the wrong sheet, didn't I? Wouldn't want me to give someone else credit for your brilliance, now would we?" He joked, putting Kurt completely at ease.

"So, Kurt. You are in second grade, right?" Kurt nodded, and Eric wrote something down in his notepad. "So tell me about yourself. What is your family like?"

"Well, my Mom's name is Elizabeth, and my Dad's name is Burt. I don't have any brothers or sisters, but Blaine comes over a lot, so it's like he is my brother."

Eric smiled at this. "And what about school? Do you have lots of friends?"

Well, only Blaine really, although that girl Mercedes seems nice... She wears nice clothes anyway... Well, not as nice as mine, of course, but she is probably number two. The other boys don't really talk to me that much... They prefer playing football. Blaine likes football as well, but he still plays with me in the playground at break times."

Eric nodded, and told Kurt that this was very good, and he may leave now. He didn't want to ask too many questions, as then there would be nothing left for the cameras, but he needed an idea of how well Kurt could answer them for the show. It was really a brilliant idea on his behalf. Choose four children, two boys, and two girls, and interview them every year, until they turn eighteen. Of course he would have to make sure that they were lovable enough to keep the audience interested between interviews, but he had a feeling that this boy would work nicely. He knew that this "Blaine" must be auditioning in the next room, and wanted to see if he could manage to get them both. From what Kurt had said, showing the two boys' stories side-by-side should prove to be very interesting.

On the car ride home, Both Kurt and Blaine sat beside each other in the back seat. Kurt was excitedly describing every little detail of his interview, getting more and more excited every time he said something, until eventually Burt had to turn around to get him to calm down. Every word he said made Blaine feel worse and worse about his own interview. He was now almost positive that he would not get the part, but he didn't say anything so as not to spoil Kurt's mood.

"How did you do Blaine, you're being awfully quiet!" Elizabeth asked happily, not noticing how Blaine didn't seem to want to speak, as her eyes were fixed on the road ahead. Blaine had no choice but to tell the truth now, as tears were threatening to spill down his cheeks.

"Well... She asked me my name and stuff, but she didn't seem awfully interested... She wouldn't even let me say anything for some parts... I'm sorry Kurt." As he spoke, a single tear dropped down from his eye, and ran down his face. It hung from his chin, about to fall and splash onto the fabric of his trousers, but Kurt wiped it away with his sleeve.

"Don't worry Blaine, I told them all about you! They know enough now, and if they Don't choose you, then I will only talk about you, every time, until they are forced to bring you in as well, just to make sure that nobody is confused." Kurt proclaimed.

Blaine smiled tearfully. "You mean it? You don't think I screwed up my chances?" He looked hopefully at the adults.

"Of course not, buddy. You are just as good as any of the other kids, if not better. You have Kurt here fightin' your corner, after all!" Burt smiled at Blaine, and he suddenly felt much happier. He didn't mind, really, if he got to be on television or not. As long as Kurt was still his best friend, and Burt and Elizabeth looked out for him while his parents were working, Blaine would be just fine.

"I'm telling you, Judy, give the kid a chance! You didn't even ask him the right questions!" Eric burst out. He was addressing the sharp looking woman from Blaine's interview. They had been sat there for several hours, and it was well into the early hours of the morning, but they finally had it narrowed down to five boys. The girls were picked already, they had been relatively easy.

The beaming face of one Rachel Berry sat in front of them, with a theatrical resume bursting with references, one which was surprisingly heavy for a girl only seven years of age. Beside her photo, lay Quinn Fabray, smiling sweetly and innocently up at the ceiling. She had been the more difficult of the two girls to choose. At first, she was your average daddy's girl. But when they dug deeper, they found that she was bookish and clever, with a sharp tongue that managed to correct even Judy.

"I asked him all of the topics you specified. His name, Family, and School. What else did you want?"

"Give the boy a chance to speak Judy. You cut him off almost straight away!"

"I will have you know, I gave the boy a chance to speak on his family, and he took about twenty minutes trying to remember how old his own brother was!" She cut in sharply.

Eric looked irritated. "Judy. This is my show, and I say we give the boy a chance at least. You were much better with all of the other children, what makes Blaine so different? I am putting him through, whether you like it or not."

Judy huffed, but eventually gave in. After that it was quite a simple matter of choosing the second boy. Judy pointed out that Blaine and Quinn might match up quite well, as they were both from quite well off, well respected families, so suggested that they chose a boy who seemed to match Rachel in terms of individuality and ambition. The only boy from their remaining five who fit those categories was Kurt.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief and agreed. He had his own reasons for wanting both Kurt and Blaine on the show, but he wasn't about to tell those to Judy, now was he?

So basically, this will be mostly Kurt and Blaine, but Rachel and Quinn will appear in each chapter as well. What do you think of Eric and Judy? Let me know in a review!

Thank you for reading!

Sorcha Xxx