AN: Hello wrestling slash fans. This is my first wrestling fanfiction, and I'm trying to get a feel for the characters and how I interpret the way they act. TBH the way I write them has been sort of influenced by other people's writing of them. So, yay. This is the first chapter so I hope it's not too awful.

Blaine scratched the bridge of his nose as he was led to the locker room. He noticed some of the stares he was being given, and he was hoping it was because of his spectacularly good looks and how awesome his ass looked in these half black, half white skinny jeans.

Right.

In reality, it was because he was new and wasn't from NXT. He was pretty sure his pale skin and abundant freckles weren't drawing in any attraction. The guy who was leading Blaine to the locker room stopped and turned to face the red-head. "Here we are. Just drop off your gear and take a look around the building." With that, the guy, Blaine felt a little guilty for not remembering his name, began to walk away. Blaine entered the locker room and went to a corner. He liked corners. He set his bag down and looked around. The room was empty. Blaine stepped out of the locker room and glanced around. He sort of didn't feel like socializing, but he wouldn't mind if someone tried to make conversation with him. He recognized some Divas and Superstars. Duh, Blaine. Of course you recognize them, it's not like you don't watch Monday Night Raw or Smackdown. Or NXT. Or Main Event. Or have the WWE network.

Blaine was startled out of his thoughts when someone cleared their throat. He knew this girl. It was Eva Marie. She smiled up at him. "Hey," she said. "So I'm guessing you're the new superstar, huh?" Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, that's me..." he replied awkwardly. His pale green eyes looked past her and saw the Bella Twins headed their way. "Uh, I'm Blaine. Blaine Summers." Eva Marie perked up a little bit.

"Yeah, I've heard of you," she said. "You're, like, an Indy Star!" Blaine felt himself begin to flush at the compliment. He'd been wrestling for 12 years now, and at age 24, he still wasn't used to the compliments.

"Haha, er, thanks... I wouldn't call myself a 'star' per se..." he muttered, scratching the back of his head.

"Hey, you're the new kid, right?" Nikki Bella said, once she and her sister were at a reasonable distance. Blaine mentally groaned. Why wouldn't any /men/ come and be curious. Once they were standing next to Eva, Nikki took off her shades."Yeah... You're Blaine, right?"

"You knew he was going to be here? I just found at a few minutes ago and then I saw him wandering around," Eva explained, brushing her unnatural red hair away from her face.

"I may or may not have heard Hunter and Steph talking about him," Nikki said dismissively. She eyed Blaine, scrutinizing him. "I expected you to be... I don't know, a bit buffer." Blaine's mouth evened out into a line and his eyes narrowed. Yeah, okay, he knew he was pretty thin for a wrestler, but so was CM Punk... Not that he was trying to compare himself to CM Punk or something like that.

"Well, I'm a high-flyer, so..." Blaine hoped that would explain.

"Yeah, he's a high-flyer Nikki, they're all pretty much on the thin side," Brie commented.

"He is smaller than Seth, though," Eva said.

"Only because Seth bulked up a little."

Blaine cleared his throat. All three Divas looked at him. "Subject change?" He suggested.

"C'mon, walk with us and let's talk," Nikki commanded gesturing for Blaine to follow her and the other Divas.

"So, do you have a gimmick or somthing like that?" Brie asked curiously as they walked around backstage. Blaine smirked, thinking of his in-ring persona.

"Sort of. Before I came here, my manager would say that I 'wasn't human' but he never specified what exactly I was. I even wore a red contact in my left eye. Trips wants me to keep that whole "non-human" character because the fans love that type of shit," Blaine explained.

Nikki exchanged a look with Brie at Blaine calling Hunter "Trips" but they didn't comment.

"So are you going to just be a Demon or something?" Eva questioned. Blaine smiled slowly, feeling very special about what his gimmick was now that he was with WWE.

"You'll see tonight," he said excitedly.

"You have a match?" Nikki asked.

"Not yet... but I get to come out and talk." Blaine was very excited about this. "Do you guys have matches tonight?"

"No, it's the Funkadactyls against AJ Lee and Paige tonight," Eva answered. Blaine nodded. That'd be an interesting match. "How tall are you?"

"5'11," Blaine answered. Blaine reached into his pocket to get his phone but was surprised when there was nothing there. "Aw crap, I left my phone in the locker room. I'll be right back, okay?" The divas nodded and Blaine scurried away. How could he have been so stupid; leaving his phone like that?

Blaine rounded a corner and ran face first into someone's chest. He'd been moving so quickly that the sudden impact made him stumble backwards and he promptly fell on his ass like an idiot. However, the person he had run into seemed completely unaffected by the abrupt collision. "Fuck," Blaine muttered, standing up and resisting the urge to rub his butt. Instead he faced whoever he had run into and goddamn, it was Dean Ambrose.

"Where are you off to in such a rush, eh?" Dean drawled in his surprisingly deep voice. You know, surprising because somtimes Dean looks like an adorable school boy with his dimples and shit and then he talks and whoa. Blaine suddenly realized a hand was being waved in his face and, holy shit, there was Seth Rollins standing next to Dean. They were both staring at him as if he'd grown wings and began to sparkle.

"Uh..." Wow, Blaine that was so intelligent. "I mean, er, I'm sorry for running into you, I wasn't watching where I was going-

"You're Blaine Summers," Seth interrupted him. Blaine shut his mouth and nodded. "I've never actually seen your face, there isn't really video footage of it. But I've seen you wrestle. You're good. Nice to meet you man." Seth held out his hand and Blaine hesitantly shook it.

"You're Blaine Summers?" Dean said, looking surprised. "You look like a kid. What are you, 17? 18?"

Aaaaaaand there it was. "Actually, I'm 24," Blaine corrected.

"Oh, so that means you're legal," Dean commented, a lecherous grin spreading across his face. Blaine, despite his mental chastising, flushed. Oh no, this was not good, nope, nuh-uh. He was in a storyline with this evil, very bad, not attractive at all man.

"Seriously, Dean," Seth said, looking completely unimpressed. Blaine cleared his throat and clapped his hands.

"You know, it was nice meeting the guys I'm in a storyline with for who knows how long," Blaine announced. "It's been real, it's been sort of fun? But I gotta grab my phone so-

"We'll come with you and then we can all hang out until the show starts," Dean offered, his tone nonchalant, but his eyes were gleaming with mischief.

"Actually," Seth interjected, "I'm going to go find Rome and see if we can hang out." Dean smirked over at the two-toned man.

"You mean, you want to go see if you two can go make out until the show starts." Dean dodged the half-hearted punch Seth had aimed at him. Blaine's eyes widened in surprise.

"W-what?" He gasped. "Y-you and... Roman are..." Blaine put his hands together. Seth giggled at Blaine's little demonstration.

"Yeah," he chuckled. Seth suddenly turned serious and leaned in real close to Blaine. "Tell anyone and I'll actually curb stomp your head off~" With that he patted Dean on the head and waved goodbye to Blaine before running off to go find Roman. That left Blaine alone with Dean.

"The offer still stands," Dean said. "By the way, 'no' is not an acceptable answer. Even if you say no, I'll just bother you until you pay attention to me."

"Like my cat..." Blaine mumbled, thinking of his cat, Moxley, whom he may or may not have named after the man standing in front of him right now. "Fine." Blaine had this feeling as if he was going to be apart of a whole lot of drama, and that most of it would center around himself... and the dirty-blonde that was following him to the locker room.

Blaine, hyper-aware of Dean watching his every movement, looked through his bag for his phone. No dice. Please don't say he'd lost his phone... Maybe it was on the ground somewhere. Kneeling down instead of bending over(because Blaine had some sense), he looked around on the floor. Come on; he'd just bought that phone. Wait a second, he just had a thought. Blaine stood up and reached into his back pocket. Ding, ding, ding; we have a winner. Blaine stared at the silver phone in his hand before chancing a look at Ambrose. Sure enough, the dirty-blonde was shaking with contained laughter.

Asshole could've just told him his phone was in his back pocket. Shit, why hadn't the Divas told him it was in his back pocket? Aw man, what if they thought he was just trying to get away from them? Now they probably thought he was some jerk. Blaine groaned and ran his hand down his face. He couldn't win. Blaine noticed that Dean was slowly approaching him, a strange look in his eyes. The smart thing to do here, was to get out of the corner so he wouldn't get pinned against the lockers. So, Blaine made a total run for it. Dean, seemingly anticipating Blaine's sudden escape plan, grabbed the red-head by the arm and-Blaine cursed the lord- pinned him against the lockers. 'Wow, God, I praise your name everytime I go to church(*cough*everyothermonth*cough*) just so you can not even be on my side today, c'mon bruh,' Blaine thought irritably.

"Yeah okay, let me go," Blaine commanded, his tone taking a serious turn. Dean smiled evilly, the little shit, down at Blaine.

"Get free," he countered mockingly.

"Challenge fucking accepted," Blaine spat out. Dean Ambrose was getting on his fucking nerves. Stupid asshole and his teasing. Blaine had been in many situations like this before, so he had a special technique to getting out of them. It was called "head-butting his captor in the mouth." So, that's exactly what he did. Dean let out a small yelp and his hands flew to his face. Blaine scooted a little to the left before running. This was a great start to his first day. Absolutely fantastic.

Thanks for reading!

I'm just gonna see how this goes before I post chapter two...

Zane Shadow, out