Chapter one and two of Blaine and the Birds

Chapter 1, We need roadies

"Blaine I'm telling you, you must get over it, your songs have been coming out sounding crappy." Jeff, a guitarist, complained to his lead singer. "Well Jeff, it's not that simple! She thought of it as a date and you know I don't do girls!" Blaine, the lead singer, replied snappily. "Oh my GAWD. Shes just a stupid fan who got carried away, that's all. Plus it was a WEEK ago, just forget about it and go find some guy to fuck." David, a drummer, rarely raised his voice but from all the friction going on recently, now was a time for raised voices. Blaine just glared at David and turned around. "We need to practice that new song." Blaine said without emotion. Jeff rolled his eyes. David just beat his drum stick once sharply on a drum. The bassist, Wes, also rolled his eyes, tired of their lead's mood swings. 'He's on his man-period all the time' Wes often thought to himself. Blaine ignored their glares and began the song he had recently wrote, before the crazed fan-girl incident of course.

Blaine and the Birds were going on tour soon. They were actually quite popular around the USA and people demanded they go around and tour. So, as soon as they had the money, the lifelong friends of Jeff, Wes, David and Blaine went and bought a bus to tour in. A thought that often crossed Blaine's mind was roadies. None of the band members actually knew how to work electrical equipment very well. It was an inevitability.

They needed roadies.

The others weren't altogether opposed to it. But they didn't necessarily like the idea of some guy or girl coming onto the road with them. Blaine had often argued that if they were to travel around, they would NEED roadies. The members of the band that weren't Blaine also didn't like the name very much. They agreed to it because they could live with it, it didn't really bother any of them, and because when they started out they were just The Birds, but an industry guy picked them up and decided that Blaine was too gorgeous to just be a Bird. The industry fellow decided that they should be called /Blaine and the/ Birds. This sparked controversy at first, but they eventually gave up the argument. That was where Blaine and The Birds were now, just a boy band from Lima, Ohio, culturally diverse, 'hot', and looking to make music.

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"Blaine. Get up." said an annoyed Wes. They were in a hotel room and Blaine refused to get up, much to the annoyance of everyone else. David threw a pillow at Blaine. "Dude. Get up. We gotta get to Brad's office. For our roadies that you so agitatingly argued for." Blaine grumbled but sat up in bed. "Dude you look terrible, go take a shower." David handed him some pants and boxers and shoved him toward the bathroom. After Blaine was out of earshot David said, "Guys, don't ever let him have beer at a concert again." there was a grumble of agreement that came from the other Birds.

When Blaine stepped out of the shower, his hair wet, it was time to go to Brad's, the industry man that pretty much owned Blaine and the Birds. When the Birds started shuffling Blaine out of the hotel room he protested. "What about breakfast?" he asked. David rolled his eyes, "There will be something at Brad's place for his little Blaine. Don't worry." Blaine was too sleepy to care.

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"Blainey! Birds! How ya doin fellas?" said a squat, well fed industry man. That would be Brad. He still couldn't remember the 'Birds's names. They were just birds, very, very talented and cute birds. "Hello Brad." said Blaine, still groggy with hangover. "Blaine! You look terrible! Have a biscuit!" as Brad finished his always-way-too-optimistic-ending-forever-in-exlamation-marks sentence, he tossed Blaine a biscuit who ate it greedily.

Wes noticed two young men, about his own age, standing in a corner of the room. One looked at Blaine with disgust at how he was eating, the other just looked bored. "Anyway! With you guys going on tour soon, you need roadies! For the mechanical or technical stuff! None of you can work the stuff and," Brad slung an arm around Blaine, who flinched, "You'll be too busy to anyway, what with all your crazed fans! Groupies! Sex! Teenage girls at your feet, willing to do anything for you!" the band all rolled their eyes, they all had girlfriends except for Wes, who had recently gone through a bad breakup, and Blaine, who played for the other team. No one said anything about the nasty proposition. Brad was always saying something like this. Brad did continue though, letting go of Blaine who went for the coffee machine. "So boys!" he gestured to the two young men in the corner. Blaine, still hangoverish, didn't really register what he was seeing. He just saw blue. He swam in blue. His whole life revolved around the color blue. If someone asked him a question right now his answer would be 'blue'. "Meet Kurt Hummel and Noah Puckerman!" the band members stepped up to the two new men. Wes shook hands with Noah while David shook hands with Kurt, then they switched and then Blaine warily stepped up to the boy with blue eyes, Kurt, he now knew was his name, and Jeff met Noah, then they switched. "Okay okay! Great! Everybody has met everybody! Now, let's get you guys on the road!" Brad said in his way-too-excited voice. "Wait. Now? Really?" asked David. It WAS only 10:00 am. "Yes now really! Your new van is outside! Stop by your hotel and get your junk and then be off! To Tennessee!" Brad shoed Blaine and the Birds and their two new roadies out of his office. The roadies had bags of their own and they both threw them in the back of the van as the band climbed in, with David driving. He hadn't drunk anything the previous night and was 100% sober, and since he couldn't prove that the others weren't in hangover mode (at least slightly) and he didn't trust the roadies quite yet, David drove back to the hotel.