A/N: This is my first fic, so please be gentle!
Kurt Hummel hated planes.
Actually that's not strictly true - more accurately, he hated other people who travelled by plane. The adorable baby two rows back who had stared at him with her big blue eyes as she bobbed past before takeoff, strapped to the front of her Dad by one of those (admittedly ingenious) baby holders, was now starting to fuss. Pretty soon, Kurt surmised, he would be calling the flight attendant asking for a pair of earplugs to drown out her inevitable crying. The middle-aged man in the window seat next to him had fallen asleep and was starting to snore rather loudly, and Kurt was also very aware that the teenage girl the other side had recognised him as someone famous, and that her friend on the other side of the aisle trying to surreptitiously get a picture of him.
No doubt if she did, the picture would be on Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr within 60 seconds of them landing in London. A small part of Kurt wondered, not for the first time, why he hadn't bought a seat in Business Class - or First Class for that matter - but he pushed that thought away. He didn't want to become one of those celebrities who flew in First Class everywhere just because he could afford to. Okay, he couldn't afford to at the moment, but he could afford a standard plane ticket with a good airline, even at the last minute. So when his agent got a call two days asking him to appear on a British chat show to promote the sitcom he was in, which had just started airing on British TV, he was able to drop everything and catch a plane to London. When the studio found out, his agent then started getting some phonecalls, telling him about additional promotional opportunities in Britain, and he felt even more justified in paying more for a late ticket. Originally, he had planned to take this week off from doing press and promotion, but he decided to treat the trip to as a working holiday.
But as the baby finally let out a wail, Kurt realised that it seemed more like a family holiday.
"OH YES!" Blaine shouted, throwing his arms in the air in excitement.
Not ten seconds later, his phone vibrated with a text from his roommate (no no, flatmate - he'll never get used to British words).
Mate, I'm sure he's hot, but if you're gonna have a guy over could you try and keep the noise down? I've got an essay to write tomorrow :P - Ryan
You ass. I just saw something I liked online. -Blaine
...okay, I really don't want to know… -Ryan
OMG no! Nothing like that! Just that one of my favorite celebrities is coming to town! -Blaine
Cool! Tell me about it when I've handed in my essay. Night! -Ryan
Ass :P -Blaine
Blaine had been in London for almost 9 months now on a Study Abroad programme. He had spent the previous 3 years studying Theater at UCLA but wanted to get a fresh perspective on the subject, so he decided to spend his senior year in London. His first day in the country had been trying, to say the least. After an overnight flight and a sudden panic at Heathrow when he couldn't find his visa documents - it turned out that they had somehow gotten wedged in the pages of a book he was carrying - he took the London Underground from Heathrow all the way to his accommodation. There he met Ryan, who had a look of horror on his face when Blaine told him how he got into town
"But there's an express train! It takes you from Heathrow into town in 15 minutes!"
Needless to say, Blaine's time in London didn't get off to a good start. However, it got better as soon as he started to hang around with Ryan and other people from his course, and if the news he just received is anything to go by, he might be ending his time in London by meeting one of his favourite actors!
He looked again at his Twitter feed, or more specifically at one tweet in particular, sent a few hours ago:
KurtHummel: Boarding a plane to London. Gonna be on grahnort's show Friday evening! #LondonHereICome
Blaine was a huge fan of Kurt Hummel. His role on Modern Family as Mikey Tucker, Cameron's cute and sassy gay nephew, had Blaine in stitches on a regular basis, so a chance to maybe meet him was something he was not going to pass up. He immediately texted his best friend in Britain, Nicole, who was also on the same course as him, and also loved the show. Her response was predictably dramatic:
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG WE HAVE TO SEE HIM! -Nicole
Wow okay breathe. And I know, but HOW though? -Blaine
Easy! They're filming The Graham Norton Show tomorrow at Waterloo, plus you don't have to pay to be in the audience, you just have to queue! We go there, get in, watch the show and afterwards we go to the stage door and see Kurt! -Nicole
OMG I love you and your magical detective skills! -Blaine
Thanks babe but I know for a fact that I don't have the right equipment for you! Now get some sleep, we both need to look our sexiest for Kurt tomorrow! ;-) -Nicole
Good night! -Blaine
Blaine put his phone on charge and got ready for bed - but not before doing a little dance of happiness.
He was going to see Kurt Hummel!
A/N: Reviews welcome!