Story Title: Finding You, Finding Me
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Klaine
WARNING: The idea for this story is as a result of thee things 1) I am a hormonal teenage girl 2) I recently watched a two day romance movie marathon on Lifetime. Yeah, I don't know why I torture myself like that... and 3) I've been feeling extremely Klaine deprived for a while now since Klaine was sorta neglected for the last few episodes there :(
Disclaimer: I soooo don't own any of these characters. I'm just unimaginative, unable to come up with my own and prefer to write about what I'd love to see actually happen on the show... There would be a lot more damn Klaine kisses I can tell you that...
Summery: AU: Blaine is an egotistical singer in a famous band. Kurt's a humble singer/song-writer for an unknown band called The New Directions and all goes awry when they meet.
Author's note: I'm sooo sorry if there are errors. I don't have a beta and I'm also not from the US, I'm actually from Barbados (I go to school in Aruba) and so while I do speak English, it's a lot different from US English...if you understand what I mean. I do, however, have a friend who re-reads it for me and I do try my best to read it over myself. Feel free to correct my errors in review form though so that I can fix them as soon as possible. Thank you :)
Finding You, Finding Me
Chapter: 1
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"I always like to close off my shows with a song you guys have picked," Blaine began. Even with the aid of the microphone, he could barely hear his own voice over the screaming of those in the audience; mainly his female fans.
He strummed on his guitar slowly, fingers only ghosting over each note so that they were played very softly, allowing for the audience to quiet down a bit while Cooper joined him on stage. Leaning over to where Blaine sat, he whispered,'Part of your World. Cooper wasn't surprised to see the crease in his brother's forehead and the annoyed wriggling of his nose towards the audience's request.
As Cooper walked off, and being the professional he was, he passed his hand gently over his face, humming the melody, hoping that the words would soon follow, despite the long period of time he had spent away from the Disney songs that had made him famous. So as to ease the sudden tension that fell upon him, he continued, "Cooper told me that you guys wanted 'Part of your World' tonight..."
He tried desperately not to show his discontent at the chosen song for that night but sighed slowly and closed his eyes, his memory searching for lyrics he had long but forgotten.
'God, how does it even start?'
It had been like this for a while, he'd noticed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remember some of his older songs; songs that he used to be able to sing in his sleep. He tried to ignore it the first few times he played incorrect chords or sang the wrong notes, but when the fans began to request these older songs more often, he couldn't ignore it any longer.
"Don't be scared to sing along guys," Blaine announced, throwing in a small smile; one that had succeeded in doing exactly what he had hoped it would. The many fans in the audience began the old song and he strummed the chords as it went on...
I wanna be where the people are, I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'...
He strummed along, only very little and hummed as they sang in his place.
Wish I could be, part of that world..
They all ended and so he stood off the stool, "Thanks again for coming guys. We're gonna be in Cleveland Ohio next week. Can't wait to see some of you there..."
He bowed, receiving his almost on schedule 'I love you Blaine!' and 'You're so hot Blaine!' and the less frequent 'I'll make your babies Blaine!'
Tonight however, when he would usually remain on stage so as to give the back up singers, musicians, stage and sound technicians his various critiques on their work that night, he instead walked back stage, holding his guitar discourteously by its neck, fingers tucked under its strings so that it occasionally dragged on the floor.
As soon as he was out of sight, he let it fall, with a thud, to the ground below his feet as Cooper observed him.
"What are you doing?" Cooper questioned, hurrying over to retrieve the fallen guitar.
Having no other explanation for his less than satisfactory performance that night, he answered, "It messed me up again tonight. We'll have to buy another one before we get to Ohio," Blaine announced casually.
Cooper watched as his brother sat, putting a bottle of water to his lips, "Are you crazy? That's the same crap you told me last week. This guitar cost us over seven thousand dollars B!"
Blaine lowered the bottle from his lips, sending a very nonchalant gimps over to where his brother stood, guitar in hand, "So? We'll give it to charity and it's not like it's digging a hole in our finances."
"Blaine, the guitar is fine we both know it," Cooper cast him a stern look, "Don't blame it for the shit that happened out there today..."
"I don't know what you're talking about..." Blaine answered sliding the case over to the older Anderson.
"B, I've been with you this entire tour and long before that. Something's going on and though I don't know what it is, I know you're not playing or even singing your best and it's been going on for a while now even if you're only just realizing it..."
"Nothing's wrong with me. It's the guitar," he answered quickly.
Cooper sighed, setting aside the guitar as Nick, Wes, David and the others arrived backstage as well, "I'll buy you another guitar Blaine. You'll play it in Ohio and when the same thing that happened tonight, happens that night, I want to see if you blame the guitar again or ignore it like you would do in the past."
"Whatever," Blaine stood, taking his leave.
"Where are you going?" Trent asked, as Blaine grabbed up his guitar picks and jacket.
"I'll be at the hotel, you guys can finish up here..." Blaine announced, after gathering his things.
Wes sighed, "You're not even gonna help pack up?"
Blaine, however, hadn't bothered to answer him.
"You know why I think you couldn't sing it... or any of the other old songs?" Cooper called out to him as he walked about, "Because you've changed. The old Blaine could sing those songs without even trying-"
Blaine turned back quickly, meeting his brother's words with his own, "So what if I fuck up a few songs? No one seems to mind! My fans aren't going anywhere!"
Cooper's azure orbs met the hazel glare of his brother's eyes, "Blaine... I can buy you a thousand guitars but it's not gonna change the fact that you're not what you used to be and you have to stop denying it and find out what's causing this because your fans aren't idiots. They'll figure it out soon enough and by that time it'll be too late..."
But Blaine had long but left the building.
Through the back exit, followed by his driver, Ken and bodyguard, Beiste, he was able to avoid any and all fans and made it into his car unharmed. As he sat, and closed the car door, his cheek immediately found the glass of the window, eyes peering out of the car window as his driver made his way into the car, searching for anything interesting so that he wouldn't have to think about what Cooper has said to him that night.
Everything was fine, he knew it.
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The ride was a long one back to the hotel and he could only hope that once he had arrived, there would be no fans on the premises. He knew that they had a habit of finding out their locations, which was why he had chosen a hotel that far away from the venue. However, there had been many occasions where fans had posted themselves outside every hotel within a ten mile radius of the concert venue, just in the hopes of Blaine and the band arriving there.
Normally, a few fans would mean nothing, but after his conversation with Cooper that night, he didn't want to have to deal with anyone.
He glanced out the window as they were about to enter a new town. He could see what looked like a fork in road. One road a lot less brightly lit, probably leading to a more secluded town whereas the other was so bright that he was surprised there weren't fireworks to welcome those who arrived.
There was however, a very small sign on the dimly lit road that caused him to chuckle slightly. He read, "There are two paths you can go by, but in the long run,
there's still time to change the road you're on..."
He knew the words well, since he knew the lyrics to 'Stairway to Heaven' like the back of his hand so he merely took it as a clever road pun and a sneaky way to influence drivers to take the less appealing road but who in their right mind would take such a small unappealing road when the other carried such glamor.
Blaine sighed, allowing himself to fall asleep at the back of the vehicle as the car drove smoothly into the busy city ahead.
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"Blaine..."
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"Blaine! What the hell, you're not even dressed!"
He sighed slowly as Cooper pulled open the curtains, allowing the sun's light to hit every crevice of the room. Cooper watched as the Blaine began to laugh suddenly.
"Oh God, you've finally lost it, haven't you?" Cooper said, pulling the blankets from off Blaine's body.
"No," Blaine answered, sitting up slowly, "Look right over there," Blaine said, taking Cooper by the back and guiding his face over to a small and picturesque lake in the distance.
"What are they?" Cooper asked, referring to the few odd things he saw moving around there.
"Girls Cooper, just waiting for us to open that window," Blaine answered, getting off the bed and grabbing a hotel towel, "I've got about a half hour to get dressed before they can make it over here."
"Unless they swim across it," Cooper started, laughing as well, "But that's not humanly possibl-"
Blaine laughed, "They're swimming across it right?" and when Cooper didn't answer, he smiled, "It's our last tour day so let's just catch a flight right after the concert. Tell everyone to pack because by the time we're back, they'll be hiding in the closets and under my bed."
Cooper sighed, "God Blaine, can't you control your ...face... I mean, jeez, we've announced that you're gay too many times to count but the amount of girls just seem to double each time."
Blaine, now in the shower, laughed at Cooper's comment, "So what, if they were all guys you'd be fine with it."
"There have been guys Blaine, lots of them," Cooper answered, "And are you ready for tonight. You practiced enough with the new guitar?"
Cooper could hear Blaine sigh, "Yeah, it'll be great."
As if to change the conversation, Blaine started again, "Who's the opening act for tonight?" he asked and although Cooper had no intention of upsetting him any more than he already was, Cooper answered, "Vocal Adrenaline..."
Even though Blaine was in another room, he could imagine Blaine's look of pure annoyance and Blaine's obvious face-palm as he spoke again, turning the shower off, "God, it's the last tour day- I just hope St James does find a way to screw this up for me too."
Cooper let a small smile form on his face as he exited his brother's hotel room with his suitcase packed and ready to leave for after the concert because in his mind he knew that Jesse was just another excuse Blaine had formulated for the chance that his performance was less than satisfactory yet again.
However, with Jesse as the opening act, he could only hope that his brother got his shit together since Jesse would be more than happy, after the concert, to point out every single one of Blaine's faults for him.
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Four long hours, twenty-four songs of his own and the crowd loved every minute of it. Provided many of the female fans cried at unnecessary times, it was just as it always was.
Cooper made his way onto the stage with the audience pick, 'I'll Make A Man Out Of You'. His confidence fed solely off of the audience's reaction to his voice until all he heard while he sang was the cheer and the calling of his name in his ears and waving of hands and phones in the air. He loved it.
He hadn't thought it, but somewhere in he subconscious, while he sang, he decided that Cooper couldn't possibly have been correct those night before at the last concert.
Ending his high, he opened his eyes as the crowd cheered, he bowed, giving his fans a final goodbye and wishing them all safe journeys home, then exited the stage, heading backstage where Cooper waited for him.
"How was it?" Blaine asked and before Cooper could even reply to him, he set aside the guitar and grabbed up his water bottle, "I'm just kidding, Coop. I mean the audience was on tonight, I know it was perfect."
He took a gulp of water, passing his hand in his semi curly locks, "I don't know what you were so worried about."
"Can I take a guess?"
Not that Blaine had wanted to, but even before he would turn in the direction of the voice, he'd known he it was. Every syllable was drenched with an over-exorbitant amount of arrogance and the tone was long a drawn out, just to ensure that everyone around him was listening.
Blaine shot Cooper a look first- in fact, there were two looks that Cooper could make out from the one glance. One that clearly expressed his anger towards Cooper's decision to have Jesse perform with him or anywhere near him for that matter, and the other was apologetic.
Cooper knew that this meant Blaine was already prepared to throw a few punches if Jesse had asked for it -and knowing Jesse, he would.
Finally Blaine's glowering eyes met Jesse's amused ones and slowly, allowing Jesse to reconsider his preplanned choice of words, he said, "Go ahead."
Unbeknownst to the two rivals, the rest of Blaine's band as well as the other Vocal Adrenaline vocalists and back up girls -because no one but Jesse sang lead- had joined them backstage now after having assisted in clearing the stage.
Jesse took a quick glance around the room, ensuring that everyone was listening before answering the only way he knew how; packed full with insults, a sprinkle of disrespect and as if for added flavor, a savory smirk on a near flawless face.
"I'm guessing he was worried about your talent deteriorating any more than it already has, but you're right, he was crazy to think that," Jesse started, and Blaine knew it had only just started because Jesse was still smirking and Cooper hadn't had to restrain Blaine from knocking his face straight to the floor just yet.
Jesse chuckled slightly before saying, "It's impossible for you to get any worse than you are right now."
"This is why I didn't want you here, or anywhere near me for that matter!" Blaine's retort came just as fast.
"Why because I'm better than you or because I give you the truth you're too afraid to hear?" Jesse remained calm and observed as Blaine's face became flushed and his hands flew to his head, ruffling his hair furiously.
"No! It's because the last time you were here, you put this shit in everyone's heads that I'm not as good as I used to be. They're all convinced of it now because they find you a somewhat better, more talented artiste and because they can't shut up about it, it's psyching me the fuck out and I'm only getting worse!"
"It's hardly incorrect though. You think your best friends and your brother of all people would lie to you and agree with me if it wasn't true. I mean Cooper hates me more than you do," Jesse explained.
Cooper nodded, "It's true. I do.."
"The last time I was here, I told you as it is. I was being a good guy, I mean I can't be rivals with a guy who's not even worth fighting with can I? But it's like since I last saw you, you haven't even tried to get better," Jesse ended, or was forced to end as Blaine's loud responses filled the room.
"Because I don't know what's wrong!"
As those in the room took a moment to estimate whether it was safe enough now to get close to either one of them, Blaine paced the spot, fingers passing nervously through his head again. Cooper could see it, he would only get that face when he was either making a serious decision -he'd seen him do the same thing when contemplating how best to inform their parents of his sexual orientation- or when he had to use to bathroom, but judging on the situation, he could safely assume it was the previous.
"Fuck you Jesse, I'm fine!" He started, "Everything is fine! My singing has never been better! My fans have never been more committed! Just get the fuck out!" Then with one sudden spin to grab his guitar and one to get his water bottle, he spoke again, "Or better yet, I'm heading out for a while, since I'm obviously the one in the wrong here!"
His last comment was directed to Cooper and before anyone could stop him, he was out the door.
"God Jesse, the only instruction I gave you for tonight was to not anger Blaine. I even let you wear that weird ass neck tie -shit!"
"But you didn't stop me," Jesse smiled, "And I know it's because you needed for him to hear it. Don't blame me now that I've done exactly what you wanted."
Jesse, without so much as a goodbye, rounded up his back up singers and instrumentalists and headed out.
"He couldn't have gotten that far," Wes spoke up as soon as Jesse was out of sight, "Let's just call Ken and tell him to stop off wherever he is...and...tie Blaine down or something, until we can get there."
Cooper nodded now, "Okay, let's do this-"
"-Um, Mr Anderson," Ken approached suddenly from the hallway, "Little Anderson took the car..."
"Awesome.."
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"Kurt! Kurt! *hic* Kurt, oh man- you're amazing, y-you know that! *hic*"
Once again, the auburn haired boy pried Rachel's manicured claws from around his shoulders and on his leg where it threatened to rip the fabric of his designer jeans and claw away at his skin.
"Yeah Rach, I heard you the first ten times," He answered, once her hands were safely on her own lap once more.
He had no idea what prompted him to take her and Mercedes out that night, especially to a bar.
I mean, he had known first hand how their personalities would suddenly go through some sort of odd metamorphosis and leave the now Needy Girl Drunk, Rachel clawing for his genitals and Happy Girl Drunk, Mercedes cackling hysterically at her something in her margarita. He could only hope it was the ice since he knew he lost her when she began speaking of little people running around the rim of her glass.
And of course Mercedes had insisted they bring Sam -the stripper- Evans who was now serenading the audience, in only his boxer shorts, eyes tinted in a light pink.
And as if he had asked for the night to be a total disaster, the blond, ignorant wall of muscles, Ian who had been flirting with him for the entire night and who had used what he had, that night, coined the absolute worst pick up line, ever...in life, began singing along with Sam on the stage.
It was fine before, when he flirted with somewhat subtle lines that almost always complimented his clothing -'That outfit would look great in a crumpled heap on my bedroom floor tomorrow morning- but as he began to sing, Kurt decided it was time for them to take their leave. No matter how great their rehearsal was that afternoon and no matter how much they deserved the night out, not even Rachel's famous rendition of 'My Heart Will Go On,' would make him stay there any longer.
Every-time I close my eyes
I wake up feelin' so horny
I can't get you outta my mind
Sexin' you be all I see
Kurt almost laughed- almost- at Ian's song choice for the evening, however, was quickly alerted to the fact that with Ian's size and blood alcohol level that night, if he didn't get out while he could, he could be going home with Ian that night...or carried home was more like it.
I would give anything
Just to make you understand me
I don't give a damn about nothing else
And as if for emphasis, from the stage he shouted, "Kurt you hear me! Nothing else! Just you!" Never before in his life had he regretted telling someone his name.
Tonight, I need your body
Tonight, you got my time
Tonight you won't be sorry
Tonight, you got my mind
"Oh dear God," Kurt held Rachel by the hand and lead her through the crowd.
"I *hic* thought y-you didn't believe in G-god *hic* Kurt *hic*," Rachel danced as she was dragged along by him and Kurt had to give her props, she danced much better when she was drunk. He took a mental note of that as he met up with Mercedes.
"Mercedes, go grab White Chocolate and meet me outside," Kurt instructed. He could only hope that Mercedes' nod meant that she understood his order.
"K-kurt... hey Kurt...Kurt," Rachel called, her head resting on his shoulder and her arms around his own. Her breath surrounded him and he could feel his eyes watering, which was odd because he was sure he'd only seen her have two drinks that evening.
"Yes Rachel," he answered, removing her hands that were prying into his mouth now.
"That guy, on stage, he's callin' y-you. I think he wants your body K-kurt," Rachel cackled along with Mercedes and Sam who had joined them.
"What gave it away Rach, the fact that he just sang 'Tonight, I need your body,' or the fact that he's dry humping the air," Kurt asked, shuddering and noticing that they were all still laughing, he sighed to himself, regretting his plans for that night.
"No worries Kurt, someone will touch your body one day," Sam slurred out, almost falling over himself just to get the words out.
Kurt rolled his eyes as the met the exit, "I can only hope he's not as gross as that guy...Wha- OW! Fuck man!"
All at once, three things happened. Kurt had slammed against someone, causing him to fly back into Rachel, who fell, pulling down Sam and Mercedes with her. Holding his head, after recovering from the blow, he gazed downwards at the pile of bodies before him, four to be exact, laying beside his car.
His gaze remained on the one he didn't recognize, his second assailant for the evening (Ian being the first), as Rachel and he others struggled to get to their feet.
The tried to remain calm. I mean, the situation did look bad, especially since this guy was lying unconscious and face down in front of his car, however despite his sudden urge to pee himself, his jeans were designer, so yeah, he'd remain calm.
Rachel smiled happily as Kurt hooked his left foot under the man's torso, turning him face up.
"Hey Kurt, look, a man to touch your body!" Rachel shrieked.
"Yeah and he's got a nice butt too," Mercedes explained however Kurt was all too busy freaking the hell out as to the owner of said butt.
"Oh my God, is this-"
"Blaine!"
Kurt's eyes came into contact now with the famous producer and Blaine Anderson's manager and brother, Cooper Anderson and someone he assumed was part of Blaine's band, running towards them.
"Damn Kurt, you got three men to touch your body now," Sam laughed.
"Shut up Sam!"
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"I'm so sorry, I mean for everything," Cooper apologized as he sat on the couch of the main room, after spending the night at the New Direction's 'home.'
Kurt had explained that the twelve of them had bought the entire building together and spent a year transforming it into a recoding studio/ ten room apartment complex. Therefore, it was no problem housing the three men for one night, especially since there was no way they could have made it back to Cleveland driving that late at night in that amount of rain that had ended off what Kurt was now calling, his worst day ever.
"It's no problem," Kurt explained as the rest of the group filed into the lounge, sitting around the room and observing their two visitors.
"See why I didn't go with you guys. You guys left with four people and came back with three more," Finn spoke up.
Wes was next to apologize, "God, we apologize again. It's just that Blaine's been having a rough...well...month.."
"No," Kurt shot Finn and glare, "It's absolutely fine Wes."
"Yeah, beside we're all artistes in here, we've gotta stick together," Rachel explained, sitting up straight and sending to the two guest a smile that could cure cancer, or scare it into being cured.
Santana folder her arms at her chest, "Well don't you bounce back fast from a hangover Berry.."
"Yeah, now that I think about it, Mercedes and Sam are still out cold upstairs," Artie put in.
"When I heard you guys got wasted, I thought for sure we would go at least one day without hearing your voice," Santana said, putting in a sigh for emphasis.
"Well if you must know, I currently have the worst headache I've ever had before in my life. Right now I feel like there's a Kiss Concert going on in my head but I'm acting, and succeeding it seems," she explained to those in the room.
Suddenly Britney emitted a laugh, drawing the attention of those in the room to her, "Our entire bodies can't fit on a CD cover, it only has space for our lips which is why we're singers Rachel."
Santana smiled and place a hand in her girlfriend's lap, nodding, "Yeah Rachel we're singers when last I checked, why are you now suddenly acting?"
"I know we're singers, but there are celebrities in our midst who might know some movie and music producers just waiting for amateur actors and singers to make famous," Rachel spoke through gritted teeth, however, it didn't assist in disguising her voice at all and Kurt knew it, since both Wes and Cooper just laughed at her words.
"Please don't mind her..." it was Kurt's turn to apologize now, to which Cooper simply nodded.
"So wait, Blaine Anderson's really in the guest room right now?" Quinn posed the question and watched as Cooper and Wes nodded.
"And there are no body guards here right?" Tina asked next and Cooper shook his head, his answer coming less quickly than his last and gaining suspicion.
"And he's unconscious?" Puck finished and before Coop could answer, Kurt smiled.
"Yes, and he's gay," he answered towards the girls and watched as Quinn sighed and Tina shrugged and Mike looked to Tina, extremely confused, then to Puck, he asked, "And with that said, what do you want with him Puck?"
Puck smirked, "The guy has on an eight hundred dollar watch, I checked it online last night," he said in answer to the odd looks he was getting as to how he could possibly price a watch by just looking at it, "And did you know that there are girls willing to pay over five hundred dollars for a lock of his hair?" he went on to ask.
Cooper smiled at the bunch, "Only five hundred? There was a girl one time who wanted to give him all her college funds a year ago for a kiss," he joined the conversation, himself and Wes quite enjoying the realness of the atmosphere. Wes was suddenly brought back to his final year at Dalton Academy when he would just hang out with his friends and have meaningless conversations.
They could see that even though they bantered a lot with one another, they loved each other without a doubt. In the back of his mind he wished Blaine didn't wake up for a little while more.
"So you guys are singers you say?" Cooper asked, very much interested.
Kurt nodded, "Yeah, but we all have other jobs too. We were in our High School's glee club and we decided that since this is what we loved, we'd all go into the business together. It hasn't been as successful as we wanted it to be, but we're all having fun."
Cooper couldn't help the smile that formed on his face, "So can I hear you guys sing something?" Wes also nodded, looking just as intrigued since they were in the same situation as Blaine and his band who had started a band together after High School.
Kurt ignored Rachel's "I told you guys he'd sign us," and turned to the group with eyes that asked, "Do you want to?" to which they all nodded and huddled together, most likely choosing a song and that was when Cooper had noticed that Kurt would be sitting it out.
"You're not singing?" Cooper asked.
The question seemed to make the young man tense up and Cooper immediately regretted asking it, but before he could give yet another apology, Kurt replied, "I don't sing anymore. Now I'm just the manager."
And as Cooper nodded, their song began and it was one of his favorites as well, 'Don't Stop Believing.'
Kurt watched Cooper's expression and knew that he had taken the song to be an anthem for New Direction; something they all knew and would sing so as to raise their spirits when things went bad or when their songs wouldn't sell, however Kurt knew that Rachel picked the song so as to evoke such an emotion from Cooper and subliminally force him into signing them and making them famous.
Either way, he was ecstatic by the expression of the two men, glad to see that they were enjoying themselves.
"Wow guys, just- wow," Wes smiled and clapped along with Cooper, who obviously hadn't expected them to be that good.
Cooper smiled, "That was-"
"Terrible."
Cooper as well as everyone, turned their attention to the now curly haired Blaine Anderson, standing in the doorway of the room.
"I- H-he didn't mean that. He's sorry, aren't you Blaine?" but Cooper didn't succeed in making eye contact with Blaine and so didn't succeed in scaring him into apologizing as Blaine was too busy surveying the people in the room.
"I might have a hangover, but even I could hear that that was pitchy. Also, you guys had no dynamics in your music whatsoever. I mean, the entire song doesn't have to be loud as hell," Blaine took a few steps forward, "To be more specific, you guys disgraced Journey's name and it's no wonder you're are still unknown. Record labels only sign people with talent."
"Blaine! What the hell man!" Wes scolded.
"I'm pissed, my head hurts terribly and I can hardly keep my eyes open, so excuse me if not as pleasant as you'd want me to be," he spoke mainly to Cooper and Wes, referring to their argument the day before.
Kurt, however, wasn't having any of it, especially not when those on the receiving end of his harsh words were some of his best friends.
"Just 'cause you're upset doesn't make it okay for you to belittle us for your own self uplifting," Kurt struck back and he could see that a few of the members of his group had disagreed with him standing up for them, probably thinking it best not to anger someone as well known as Blaine any more than he already was.
Caught up in his emotions, as well as feeling a need to trash talk someone after having the same done to him the day before, he rebutted, "I'm sorry but you didn't even have the balls to sing anything. I was actually talking to the group behind you."
"And," he didn't let Kurt respond, "You expect them to reach somewhere in this business when you can't even take some constructive criticism because people are gonna come from every side and tell you how much you suck and you're gonna have to take it."
"I'll take it when I know it's true and from someone with good intentions. If you had a bad day, go take a bath or get laid or something and deal with your shit, but don't come here and tell these guys who work 100% harder than you do, that they're terrible!" Kurt was standing now, eyes transfixed on Blaine's.
Blaine scoffed, "Yeah well people are gonna bring you down, even when there's absolutely nothing wrong with you."
Kurt gave a small laugh, shaking his head, "You ever thought that maybe when people tell you stuff like that it's because it's true? Not everything is about you Blaine but you big shot singers always think it is and not everyone in the world is against you, some of them have your best interest at heart, just like I do for these guys."
Blaine could hardly believe the relevance of what Kurt had said to him, so he turned to Cooper, "You told him?"
Cooper, who was just as shocked, shook his head, so Blaine turned his attention back to the well dressed guy before him.
"It's because of people like you that I don't sing anymore; you get so caught up in yourself that everything becomes all about you and you lose yourself in all of it," Kurt explained "And I'll tell you this, before you criticize others you should really listen to your own music."
"What's wrong with my music?" Blaine questioned, seeing that Kurt really did want to continue.
"There's nothing wrong with what you sing or how you sing but when you forget who you are and where you came from and why you sing, you start sounding like you do," Kurt explained.
"Which is how?"
"Like...I don't know! N-nothing! Absolutely nothing! It's like you're just singing words, there's no meaning to it at all..." Kurt explained now.
"Yet I'm the one with all the fans," Blaine spoke, becoming more bitter with every word.
"Fans are absolutely nothing when you've lost yourself! Tell me Blaine, why do you even sing?" Kurt retorted and Blaine could merely look at him because no words formulated in his mind and no sound could exit his lips.
"Exactly, but you wanna know why we sing?" Kurt questioned and looked to the rest of the group.
Artie smiled, "Because despite my disability, singing with these guys makes me feel like I'm just a normal guy."
"Because everyone here accepts me for who I am...and was...in my past life..." then Brittany added with a whisper, "I'm sure I was Britney Spears."
"But she's still alive," Wes put in.
"-Because we love it," Rachel ended quickly.
Kurt could see the anger in Blaine's face as he spoke next, "You know what, since you seem to have all the answers," He watched Kurt, "call me when you're famous and then I'll take you seriously. Then he turned towards Cooper and Wes, saying, "...Let's go guys."
"Fine," Kurt spoke suddenly, "Fine. When we're famous, which we will be, I'll pay you a visit, personally."
Blaine nodded, leaving the room, "Looking forward to the day lady face."
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tbc
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End of chapter one
The song lyrics were: Freak'n you by Jodeci
On a totally separate note: The Last chapter of Little Numbers by iknowitainteasy on LiveJournal updated yesterday and my emotions are everywhere. I really love that fic :3
Thanks for reading!
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