Title: A Story To Tell Your Friends (Chapter 1)
Author: RoseRosa/Woodsgal
Fandom: Glee
Rating: M for smut later on.
Pairings: Finn/Kurt with slight Jesse/Kurt, Jesse/Rachel, Kurt/Sam (sort an OC for now), Artie/Tina, Finn/Quinn, Quinn/Puck, Finn/Rachel
Word Count: 3187 for this part.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Spoilers/Warnings: Though this is AU contexual warning for some quotes and characters all through season 1 and what we know of season 2.
Summary: Kurt Hummel: Famous TV actor and sick of his life in Hollywood. Needing a break he goes back home to his dad and starts attending high school under the name Chris. Only things turn out not to be so easy when he starts to fall for one of his classmates: one Finn Hudson. Not to mention he still has to deal with a bitchy costar with the name of Rachel Berry. Will things ever work out for him?
Author's Notes: So I started this ages ago and it was going to be a one-shot and it's just kept growing and I wanted to post it already so I thought I'd turn it into chapters ha ha.
So yes, this is my celebrity AU and I have worked oh so hard on it yet there isn't much I can say.
I'd just like to thank my beta, the wonderful adeina_rhyddha for beta-reading this for me
Oh yes and the articles mentioned are linked on my journal.
(Article 1)
Great, just great.
That was just what he needed, more speculation on his sexuality, more reporters prying into his private life and a certain co-star of his sticking her nose in wherever she could. He huffed as he threw the magazine back onto the table and slumped back into his seat.
When was Rachel ever wanted though.
That thought at least brought a small smirk to his face.
Who is he you ask? Where have you been for the last eight years?
Meet Kurt Hummel, sixteen years old and one of America's most loved teen stars. Since his mother brought him into the world of acting at the age of five he had starred in many adverts and had had several cameo's on various sit-coms. At the age of eight she signed him a contract for the classic hit show "Come Back Baby" before she died of ill health only a couple of months later. Kurt continued to work though with fellow child star Rachel Berry. When CBB ended back in 2005, the characters remained some of the most loved in television history and after various petitions were created and signed by fans reluctant to let the show die the cast were called back to help create a spin-off show. A year later "Babble City" hit our screens with the teenage cast members featured as the main characters.
No one knows who Kurt's father is or whether he is even still alive. Instead he is the sole owner of a luxury apartment in L.A where he lives alone. As far as we know his manager Emma Pillsbury is his legal guardian but no one knows for sure.
What comes next for our beloved star you ask? Who knows, you'll just have to read on and find out just like the rest of us.
Fame wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Kurt was reminded of this whenever he had to sneak out just to meet his friends. Well, friend really. It was difficult to have true friends when most people just wanted to use him. His only other real friend lived back home. Mercedes Jones, the only person to really remember who he was back there and a fellow fashionista extraordinaire She visited when she could but most of the time it was just Sam and himself.
Actually, Sam was his reason for being out and about right now. He'd called a few hours earlier to arrange they met up for lunch at their usual restaurant. Somewhere Kurt could blend in and not be bothered by the fans or the paparazzi. They were regulars and they were on speaking terms with the owner. They had their usual meals and drinks and if they were lucky they sometimes got dessert or extras for free. The owner had even driven them home before one summer when they'd came out alone in the sun and had no way of getting back to their respective homes when it started to pour down with rain.
And no, he wasn't hoping for a celebrity endorsement. He was just one of those truly kind individuals that were so rare in this day and age.
One of the best things to show how you happy you are was to hum Kurt found, it may be cliche but he found that music made things more memorable and could show a variety of emotions better then the human face could alone. So as he slipped into the restaurant and headed to his usual table in the corner to see Sam waiting for him with a bowl of nachos covered in melted cheese with a bowl of dip next to it. Incredibly unhealthy but a guilty pleasure of Kurt's that he'd learned to mean that if Sam ordered them for him, he had good news.
He smiled as his friend stood up, brown hair stylishly mussed and his posture casual as he stood with his hands shoved into the pockets of Calvin Klein jeans, a polo shirt covering his broad torso. The petite actor couldn't help but run his eyes over that body and gulp slightly because god, Sam was possibly one of the best looking guys he'd ever had the chance to meet and boy did he know it. The taller male grinned before he pulled his hands out of his pockets and pulled Kurt over for a hug. Had he always been this touchy-feely? Well, no, obviously not or he wouldn't be wondering. Ugh, why did his brain always turn to goo in front of cute boys?
"Settle down cowboy, what's got you in such a good mood?" he eventually managed to ask as he pulled himself out of Sam's arms and took a seat, immediately reaching out to start on the food. The taller male beamed at him as he sat down and joined Kurt in eating as he started to explain.
"Well you know how I had a try out for the Dodgers junior division last month? Well I got a call back from them last night. I'm in starting next season," he exclaimed, a large grin looking as if it was permanently etched on his face.
"That's amazing news! Well done Sam, I told you you'd get there eventually," he replied with a small chuckle, Sam's excitement was contagious.
Strangely enough, that's when Sam sobered up and almost seemed to become slightly nervous about something himself. Ah, Kurt had guessed there was something else and a reason why he'd, well slightly dressed up.
"Yeah, you did. And I promised myself that when I did get there that there was something I would ask you..." he said, trailing off his he stared down at the snack in his hands. What did he possibly have to stay which he felt so nervous about? It was like he was going to ask him out or...oh crap, he was going to ask him out wasn't he?
Now Kurt wasn't ashamed of the fact he was gay, he was pretty proud of it really but apparently it wasn't in the interest of the network that he was open about it. It was frustrating but he loved acting and he knew that if he was kicked off the show the network executives would make it difficult for him to get a part on anything else, no matter the media. So he hadn't had any boyfriends yet and well, if Sam did ask him out and he said yes then the whole thing would have to be hideously private.
He supposed he could do that though.
"Go on," he prodded, taking a deep breath as he waited for Sam to ask the words that he knew were coming.
Sam looked up, confidence seeming to grow as he met Kurt's expectant eyes and he reached out over the table to take the other boy's hands in his own as he continued on, voice stronger.
"I promised myself I would ask you to be my boyfriend. Would you?"
And well, how could Kurt say no?
"I'd love to."
With that they shared their first kiss, it was clumsy and chaste but it was perfect and after finishing the food and paying they left the restaurant hand in hand.
If only they'd thought to check who was around first.
(Article 2)
"Oh for the love of...why can't they just leave me alone," Kurt growled as he threw the magazine on the table as he cursed quietly to himself. The slight, red haired woman standing by him nervously reached for the magazine and started to sort out the mess the brunet teenager had made in his scouring of the magazines for gossip on himself.
"Now Kurt, you know they aren't going to just do that. Not while they can find you," she told him as firmly as possible which in her case wasn't actually that firmly.
Kurt rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing his bangs out of his face,
"I know that Emma but it's not like there's anyway for me to get out of the public eye without me shutting myself away forever," he responded dryly as he watched his manager pile all the magazines up neatly before she slipped them into her bag to sort out in her personal archive later. Once that was done she looked up and sighed, walking over and awkwardly wrapping him in a one-armed hug.
"Don't be like that. There must be somewhere you could go," she said before she scurried away like the mousy woman she was.
The problem with Emma was that though she was extremely organized, neat and a very sweet woman but she could be a little shy and awkward even around him and they'd been stuck together for years.
"Like where? Back to Lima, I doubt anyone would recognize me there," he argued his tone dripping with sarcasm and that's when it hit him. He could go back to Lima! According to Mercedes they all remembered that Burt had a son that had gone off somewhere but they couldn't remember his name or what he looked like. Of course there would be people who may recognize him from the television but who on earth would believe that the famous Kurt Hummel was the son of a soft-hearted mechanic who lived in the middle of no-where aka Lima, Ohio? He could change his appearance and attitude as well, he was actor so he could manage a few tweaks.
It would be worth it if he got a bit of peace and quiet.
"You know Emma, that actually might work. Book me a flight to Lima, I need to call my dad," he stated, a grin starting to replace his frown as he scooped his phone off the table and cheerfully started to go through his contact list so he could call his dad.
Emma hadn't moved though, she was standing there unsurely, her hands clasping her skirt as she tried to think how to explain to the teenager that taking a break wouldn't be that easy.
"Kurt, there are people we need inform first. If you're going there for a break you'll have to wear a disguise and then we need to organize your tutor getting there and how long you're staying and it's just a lot of work. You have to be certain about this," she warned him and when he nodded in response she sighed and whipped out her own cell phone.
"Let's get this organized then."
The whole thing turned out to be easier to organize then Emma had led it on to be. The network had been unsurprisingly unimpressed that Kurt and Sam had been seen together. They wanted the media to forget about it therefore they couldn't see or talk to each other until things had blown over. Him going away was the perfect solution, only he had had to agree to fly back for some publicity and to star in this one-off drama they had planned during summer vacation.
Kurt didn't get why they'd had to have been in informed but apparently his contract was solely to the network and it stated that they had to be informed of such situations. No one other then the executives, Emma and his dad were to know. Well realistically them, Sam, Mercedes and probably the principal of whatever school he went to. As long as they didn't blab he'd be fine.
His flight was in a few days and he was actually excited about visiting, no, living in such a truly dull place.
For now though he still had to deal with Rachel Berry and her fakery.
"Kurt! How great it is to see you. We haven't hung out enough since filming ended. I heard you finally got yourself a boyfriend! You'll have to introduce me some time," she greeted, arm automatically linking in his as she pulled him gently inside her house in front of all the flashing cameras, plastic smile present on her practically orange face. Oh dear, it looked like she'd been at the fake tan again. Didn't she know that fake tan was always a fashion faux pas? Unless you were going for the oompa loompa look of course.
As soon as the door shut the smiles fell of the two teen stars faces and they stepped as far away as they could from each other as the narrow corridor would permit.
"I am honestly pleased you finally got yourself a guy rather then trying to steal mine Kurt. It's good that you have someone of your own and that your sexuality is out there in the public eye where it should be," she told him, a real smile on her face this time as she most probably tried to think of the shit she'd gotten Kurt into. The brunet male glared at her, crossing his arms and looking down his nose at her as the door behind him opened narrowly and Emma slipped in.
"I knew it was you that leaked those stories. What is it Rachel, jealous of my talent," he retorted sharply. The teenage girl glared back and was about to argue when a similar looking brunette woman stepped out of the room behind her and dropped a hand on the smaller girl's shoulder.
"Leave it baby. The press catch wind of any of this and you're done for," she warned, turning her towards the living room. Rachel sighed and nodded, her mom knew what she was talking about after all. So she ignored the glares Kurt was sending her but she couldn't help but smile at the quiet reprimand she heard his red headed manager give him.
Kurt had gone over to Rachel's place simply for publicity purposes. For the sake of the show and their own reputations they had to pretend to be friends. Not just friends but best friends, Kurt despised the whole show they had to put on every time they were together. It was disgusting.
"So what have you got going on over hiatus? I managed to get a role on a big Broadway production myself," Rachel asked, obviously just looking for a chance to brag about what a 'star' she was as usual.
"Nothing much, I have a main role in a drama but otherwise I'm still looking," he answered as he sat primly down in the arm chair across from her, one leg crossed over another. The brunette female rolled her eyes and shook her head,
"You cannot just be looking at this stage in time Kurt. To really become a star, you need to be working constantly and planning months in advance," she commented as she leaned back in her chair to look at her mother with a look that just said 'how typical on her face', the older brunette was simply studying Emma who appeared to be trying to duck out of her gaze.
Poor Emma, Shelby always made her so nervous.
"Well I'm waiting for the perfect part to come on offer. I want to blow my fans away and the only way I can do that is being at my best," he replied, which was the standard reply really. He didn't think she was worthy of one of his witty retorts.
"Speaking of being my best, have you thought about letting me make you your best lately? You need my fashion advice as urgently as ever," he added with a plastic smile of his own. Okay, maybe she was worthy of those of his come-backs really, he just couldn't resist insulting her.
He watched as Rachel's mouth dropped open with a gasp and smiled to himself, that never failed to make him feel good.
Now, Kurt's apartment isn't huge. He didn't want to feel like one of those sad losers who live alone in a huge house, apartment, condo etc. He just didn't see the appeal in it. So his apartment was small but it had a huge wardrobe space and was expensively furnished so it was good enough for him.
It also meant that the morning before he was due to leave for Lima he heard someone rattling about in his kitchen.
That was slightly worrying really, he didn't have any cleaners or cooks or anything like that and he wasn't expecting Emma until that afternoon when she'd take him over the plan for tomorrow and would show him the -shudder- new, simple clothes she'd brought him. They weren't going to be designer, that was for certain.
So he silently slipped out from under warm silk sheets and looked around for a weapon he could use in case it was someone breaking an entry.
It turned out only a few seconds later that there wasn't any need for that as Sam entered the room, carrying a full tray as he tried to slip into the room unnoticed. He almost dropped the tray when he saw that Kurt was already up and out of bed.
"God dammit, I knew I should've been quieter in there! I wanted to surprise you," he whined, sighing as he placed the tray on the dressing table before he turned to face his boyfriend.
His boyfriend...Sam still liked the sound of that.
As did Kurt if the bright smile that lit up his pale face was any clue before he practically flung himself over to Sam to peck him on the lips.
"Thank you anyway. That was so very sweet of you," he murmured before the taller male wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. They went on like that for a little while, just holding each other and kissing but soon Sam's hands started to roam, slipping up under the back of Kurt's pajama shirt before dropping low and delving under the soprano's pajama pants and boxers before he squeezed that oh so fine ass gently. He could feel Kurt moan into his mouth before he pulled away and pressed himself closer.
The make out session was heated but it wasn't enough and it wasn't what Sam had came for but as soon as his hands started to travel to the front of Kurt's body and went to cup him through the soft cotton the smaller male leapt away.
"Sam. No, we've only been dating a few weeks, I'm not ready yet,"he exclaimed and it was all Sam could do not to roll his eyes. Oh please, as if Kurt would be acting like such a blushing virgin if he was Jake Gyllenhaal or somebody like that.
On the outside though he sighed and nodded,
"It's okay. I understand, we'll wait until your ready," he agreed but in reality he was thinking or until I can get you drunk.
Kurt relaxed after that and the rest of the time until Emma was spent cuddling up on the sofa and watching old movies on the television before they said their goodbyes for the next few months.
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