Radioactive Ch. 1: It's Just a Jersey
Kurt Hummel was born to be a star. That much was always certain. After his fabulous audition, he was readily accepted to attend the New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts. Just before the start of the school year, he moved to New York and into a rundown college dorm with two other guys. It was small and dingy, but it was home.
Three years later, the rundown college dorm with two roommates had morphed into a rundown apartment with three roommates. It again was not the high-life but it was all he could afford for the time being.
He had just finished his junior year when he decided to visit his family back in Lima, Ohio for the summer. The only problem was that he had two days back in Ohio before his stepbrother's birthday. Two days was not nearly enough time to find a present. Luckily, his father came to the rescue, mentioning that he had already bought Finn two presents and Kurt could give him one. Sometimes, Burt Hummel really was the best.
As it turns out, the present that "Kurt" gave Finn was a pair of baseball tickets to a Cleveland Indians game. Finn was extremely excited, but Kurt really could not care less. Immediately after seeing the tickets, Finn declared that he wanted Kurt to go with him and, well, Kurt felt obligated to make his brother happy so he agreed, albeit extremely reluctantly.
That was how Kurt Hummel found himself sitting in a car for two hours on the way to a baseball game.
Blaine Anderson was born to play sports. Despite his rather small stature, he had always excelled in athletics, from soccer to fencing to volleyball. High school was a breeze for Blaine. He kept his sexuality to himself, and, while he never showed any interest in girls, no one questioned him about it either. Who would suspect that the star athlete of the school could possibly be gay?
At the end of his high school years, he was drafted 25th overall by the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim; and, after two years of dominating the minors and proving his abilities at every level he reached, Blaine finally got his major league debut.
Two months later and Blaine Anderson was the talk of the town. No one could talk about Major League Baseball without mentioning Blaine Anderson. In just two short months, he had ten home runs, twenty stolen bases, and a .340 batting average. Blaine Anderson had officially become a superstar.
"I can't believe I get to see Blaine Anderson play! This is so exciting!" Finn exclaimed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Kurt rolled his eyes at his brother, although there was a fond twinkle in his eyes as well. "And Burt even got me a jersey! This is so crazy, dude!"
"It's just a jersey, Finn."
"But he's like the best player ever! Seriously, even you'll be impressed, Kurt." Kurt barked out a laugh at that before reminding Finn that he did not even know the rules of the game. That led to Finn attempting to educate Kurt on the baseball vernacular for the last hour of the drive.
After grumbling through traffic to find parking and nearly losing Finn in the crowds, Kurt was inside the stadium. He let Finn lead him seeing as Kurt was completely out of his element. As it turns out, Burt had gotten pretty decent seats in the very first row.
"Dude! We're right by the dugout! Anderson is going to be right there!" Finn exclaimed while pointing in the general direction of the field.
"What the hell is a 'dugout?'" Kurt's question led to another attempt from Finn to explain the rules.
"Oh my god! There he is! There he is!" Finn screamed- literally screamed- while jumping up and down and point at one of the players that had suddenly run out of nowhere and onto the field.
"Finn, calm down." Kurt tried to get his stepbrother's attention but Finn appeared not to have heard him.
"ANDERSON!" came another scream from Finn, eliciting an eye-roll from Kurt. "ANDERSON!" Suddenly, Anderson turned around smiled towards Finn before glancing at Kurt and quirking an eyebrow. Kurt felt a blush creep up his cheeks as Anderson turned back around to continue his warm-up; however, that caused a grin to take over Kurt's face and his eyes to remain on one spot.
"Holy hell. If all the guys here have asses even half as nice as that, then I will gladly go to every game with you, Finn," Kurt stated matter-of-factly.
"Uh, yeah. Sure, dude," Finn replied uncertainly. They continued to watch the players warm-up, Finn admiring the amazing athletes and Kurt appreciating… the view.
Eventually, three of the players, Anderson included, made their way over to the stands. The Asian and African American made a beeline for the group of girls one section over but Anderson headed straight towards Finn and Kurt.
"Hey," he greeted them. Finn's jaw hit the floor and his eyes practically bugged out of his head, but Kurt managed to remain calm despite the beautiful man before him.
"Hello," Kurt said with a small smile. Finn wordlessly handed Anderson a black sharpie and turned around so he could sign his jersey. Anderson did so quickly before turning to Kurt.
"And for you?" he questioned, pen poised and ready to go.
"Nothing. Thanks though," Kurt replied with a shrug. Anderson appeared to think for a minute before speaking again.
"Nice scarf. McQueen, right?" And Kurt's jaw joined Finn's on the ground. "It's the same one from the Vogue cover last month, although the blue matches your eyes better." He emphasized that comment with a wink that turned Kurt's legs to jelly. "Do you have your ticket?" Kurt nodded and scrambled to retrieve his ticket from his back pocket before handing it to Anderson. "What's your name?"
"K-Kurt," he stuttered out, still too baffled by the baseball player's fashion knowledge. Anderson proceeded to write on his ticket- more than just his name, Kurt realized- and hand it back to Kurt. With one last wink for Kurt and nod for Finn, he was heading back to the dugout.
"Anderson!" came a screech from the steps into the dugout.
"Montgomery!" Blaine shouted back to his teammate.
"Who's the kid?" questioned the left fielder.
"The name's Blaine Anderson. I've been playing baseball with you for two months now, but it's nice to meet you," Blaine replied sarcastically.
"You know what I mean." The statement was accompanied by an all-knowing look that caused Blaine to roll his eyes.
"Get some, Anderson!" Blaine turned towards the steps to the dugout again to find the other outfielder smirking at him.
"Oh, dear lord. Shut up guys! He was hot. I flirted. Big freaking deal." He knew his sass was lost when he felt the blush on his cheeks.
"Aw look! Blainers has himself a crush! David, our little boy is growing up!" Wes pretended to wipe a tear from his eye while Blaine scowled at him.
"Shut up. You're barely even older than me," Blaine shot back at his "friends."
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong. You see, we," Wes emphasized his point by motioning to David and himself, "can legally drink alcohol. That, my friend, makes us centuries older."
"You're just jealous that I'm better than you." That, at least, elicited a laugh from David.
"Come on, Wesley," he said while throwing an arm around his friend's shoulders, "Blainers here has to go bat." And with that, Blaine grabbed his helmet and bat and stepped out onto the field.
Kurt looked down to the ticket in his hand while Finn rambled on about how he got to meet "the Blaine Anderson."
Kurt,
I really do like you scarf. And your eyes. Call me sometime. (949) 597-2016
-Blaine Anderson
Yeah, Kurt thought, I could learn to like baseball.