Smile
Story by KlaineyDays25
WARNING: Smile MAY CONTAIN PROFANITIES, SEXUAL ACTS, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, VIOLENCE, GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND POSSIBLE FALSE INFORMATION AS YOU PROGRESS INTO THE STORY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.I do not own glee.
Chapter 1: Biggest Fan
It was a bright and sunny day in Long Beach, California today and Blaine Anderson could not be happier. Post after post, Blaine has tried to get noticed by the famous Instagram model everyone loves that is Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Yes, that is right, the Kurt Hummel.
Now, why is he happy, you wonder? Well, today is the day Blaine stayed home from school and work in time for him to comment on Kurt's newest post and guess what? He. Got. Noticed.
Holy shit.
Even better, he was the third comment! Woah, what? This is insane. Oh, my God, he feels like a new man. Maybe being sick does have its benefits. It's only today that he got sick and the day Kurt posts. Life is awesome. Life is just- life is awesome. What should he do? Screenshot the notification and spam it all over his own feed or tell his group chat of other fans of Kurt?
kurtsiepoo is typing...kurtsiepoo: omg blaineyyyy I saw the post and your comment and ajhhhkshdjsvd he liked your fucking comment holy shit
Oh, well, looks like Brianna's already at it. He unlocked his phone, tapped on the notification and was sent straight to the group chat. He smiled down at what his friends are gonna type next.
kurthcmmcl is typing...kurthcmmcl: no way bro! Omg ur so lucky ;_;
h.ummel_love is typing...fxckujanette is typing...kysjanelle is typing...
h.ummel_love: boo u are just the luckiest man ever omg congrats!!
fxckujanette: blaine bby I'm so happy for you!!! also stfu nelle and let me type pls
kysjanelle: congrats baby blainey!
*you* stfu jannette
kurthcmmcl is typing...kurthcmmcl: blainey where u at?¿
kysjanelle is typing...kysjanelle: u scared him off jan
fxckujanette is typing...fxckujanette: what did i do
kurthcmmcl is typing...kurthcmmcl: *both* you idiots scared him off
kurtsiepoo is typing...kurtsiepoo: lora no need to be so pissed
kurthcmmcl is typing...kurthcmmcl: sorry not sorry Bri ️
blcincy is typing...blcincy: sorry guys I'm sitting on my bed screaming my heart out holy bejizzle
kurtsiepoo is typing...kurtsiepoo: Blaine no one says bejizzle anymore
Oh, right. Blaine wanted to delete the message but he realized that people had already seen it so it's too late now.
He was at a loss for words right now. The Kurt Hummel liked his comment. The Kurt Hummel liked his comment first even if he was the third comment. What is this trickery? Or maybe the comment section just didn't refresh properly. Either way, Kurt Hummel liked his comment and he is now content with his life.
As he was trying to get back under the sheets, he felt his phone vibrate then a loud ping sound following after it.
Brianna 8:16pm
Blaine! Omg he replied!!! Get to your ig rn he replieeeeeeeeed ajdgksjalakdbdkswnakhdjdbrakjsd
He checked his iMessage and read the text he got from Brianna. His blood drained.
He quickly closed the message and went to his Instagram notification. He tried refreshing it but he kept getting a notification from Instagram that there was nothing to refresh because he kept spamming the refresh button for about 50 times by now. He stopped for a few, took a deep breath in and then hit refresh again. He only saw the likes his comment got from the friends in his group chat and then the big one. When he scrolled down very frantically looking for @kurteliz, he finally found it. All the way at the bottom of his recents, wrote kurteliz replied to your comment: aw thank you so much! You have a good one too
He's pretty sure he's about to cry now. He dropped the phone on the bed, walked out of the room and paced back and forth near the staircases and then into the bathroom to freak out even more.
He fell to the floor and started rolling around like a puppy in the mud on a rainy day and then got back up to wash his hands because he might've accidentally touched the dirty part of the toilet bowl. Disgusted, he pushed himself off the floor to wash his hands and face because he needed to snap out of it.
Big deal, another human responded to his comment. So what?
Ah, screw it. It is a big deal because he's been admiring this guy for months. Of course he has the right to freak out because Kurt Hummel is not only good-looking, he's also a very inspiring man. With his strong words of wisdom, he won the hearts of young adults and teens worldwide. Well, not only those two age groups, even other Instagram models and possibly even most mothers as well. It's probably because he has over four million followers but who knows?
Calmed, Blaine decided to get back into his room and check his phone again and when he did, his group chat was spammed with his friends freaking out over Kurt replying to his comment and congratulations from some of them. Mostly it's the freaking out but he would understand why. He's experienced it before. Well, he experienced it just now.
blcincy is typing...blcincy: What do I do? Should I reply?
He anxiously bit down hard in his lower lip as he waited for someone to reply but none of them did. Maybe they were all simultaneously busy? Come on, it can't be that odd by now because it's already as odd as it can be for someone like Kurt to notice someone like Blaine. Maybe he should call in sick everyday.
While staring intently at his phone, a knock came from the door and out popped his elder brother Cooper with a loud and grand entrance, slamming the door behind him. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SQUIRT!" he yelled, spreading his arms and getting down on one knee in front of Blaine.
Startled, the poor boy's phone slipped out of his hand into the air and dropped down very harshly. Blaine's eyes widened at the sudden entry because who the fuck wishes their younger brothers like that?
"Cooper, why?" he asked, frowning over the loud sound the phone made when it crashed. Cooper looked down to the phone and noticed a crack slipping at its side. When Blaine picked it up, the screen was completely cracked and you could not see the contents on it anymore. Blaine couldn't even tap on it anymore without getting scratched. He tried to test out the screen but there was no point anymore. He got pricked by the small shard of glass that protruded through the crack.
"Ow!" He flinched, dropping the phone in the bed.
"Oh, sorry, Squirt. I totally did not do that on purpose."
Blaine snapped his head at Cooper and grimaced at his brother's tactics to get him to get new updated stuff. Once he finally convinced Blaine to stop wearing so much hair gel and thank God Blaine listened and that was when he finally found the perfect brand of hair gel that wasn't too greasy from the get-go or sticky when it got wet.
"You don't seem too upset by it. What's up? Kurt finally noticed you?" He laughed, following after his little brother out his bedroom.
Blaine only smirked in response and slammed the bathroom door in Cooper's face and started washing his pricked finger.
Cooper forcefully pushed the door open and made a face, letting Blaine know that he wanted answers.
"A.) No, I'm not upset by it. B.) You're gonna buy me a new phone anyways. C.) Yes, he did."
As he washed, he looked at his brother through the reflection of the mirror and could clearly tell that Cooper looked flabbergasted with the way his jaw dropped. He almost let out a laugh but he wanted the nonchalant acting to keep going so he decided to break the ice, "Keep your mouth shut before flies come in." He instructed.
He knew it was the perfect one line because their mother would always scold Cooper for keeping his mouth open for long periods of time and that happened very often until he was 12 and to his punishment, their mother would always bring it up when there are guests and that would embarrass the hell out of him. Yeah, he had a good childhood.
"What did he say?" Cooper asked, intrigued by his brother's experience over a celebrity, "Well, he liked my comment wishing him a happy New Year and replied back." He replied calmly.
While the biggest fan was trying not to excite his ass off, the not-so-big-fan is already exciting his ass off. Cooper made these weird screeching sounds that not even Blaine would want to hear again and he's prone to making very odd sounds, "Look at you, Squirt, finally onto the big guns."
"What do you-"
"Oh, right, your present. Hurry up, you're coming with me."
Confused, Blaine tried to ask Cooper where they were going but it looks like Cooper was referring to the phone store downtown.
"But- but my doctor said not to go anywhere until I'm better."
"You're strong enough to fanboy over some guy replying to your comment, then you're strong enough to walk a few metres to get your new phone so you can fanboy some more after stalking the same guy's profile over and over and over again, m-kay?" Cooper sassed him, cocking out his hip to the side in a very... well, if a man did that pose their body would look fairly disfigured, Blaine thought.
The short newly-20-year-old only let out a negative sound indicating that he wasn't in for Cooper's silliness today for some odd reason. It was always when he was sick that he'd become moody. He stepped out of the bathroom and walked into his walk-in-closet, pulled out a ready made outfit he planned on wearing some time after he got better, kicked Cooper out of his room and changed in private.
While Blaine was changing inside, Cooper did the noble thing and logged into Blaine's Instagram account in his own phone because he snuck a peek at Blaine typing in his password earlier this morning before he went off to... wherever and went to the search bar for Kurt Hummel but it looked like the model already made the top of Blaine's recents. Predictable, but he still kept digging. He tapped on Kurt's page, went to his DM and read Blaine's messages. Apparently this poor boy was trying to get noticed by this man for ages because everytime an event took place like the women's march or pride or whatever, Blaine would check up on him like a concerned friend would. And that time when a studio nearly burnt down and trapped Kurt in it, Blaine asked if he was okay or not like that wasn't the sweetest thing ever. Funny thing is that Kurt, well, Kurt never read these messages. Just left it there in the unread DM zone for God knows how long and that kind of saddened Cooper.
Obviously he would understand not having the time to scroll through each and every requested DM or private message on Twitter because there were not only so many of them, most of them would not stop messaging him on other sites, spamming his phone. At one point Cooper had to log out of his main account because there were just too many notifications on it. He only ever logged back on when the excitement dies down or something because holy Hell his phone lagged hardcore. That was a time to remember considering how it was the first time it happened. The following times weren't as surprising, though.
A muffled click was heard from the inside of Blaine's room.
Frantically, Cooper tried to log out but fumbled a little, dropping the phone on hard wood but thank God his was a Samsung and was not made entirely out of glass. He picked it up and quickly logged out of Blaine's account and set it on his lap like nothing had happened. Blaine came out of the room looking like a new man, his curly hair gelled down, bowtie in position and polo and ankle-high pants un-crumpled. Looks like he's in high school all over again.
Cooper took a good look at his brother for a moment when he got up and reminisced back to the time when Blaine was only 15, foolishly in love with a store clerk that was way out of his league. "What's with the nostalgia?" He asked, smiling softly.
Blaine looked to his outfit, wondering what was wrong with it, "What? I just really like bowties."
Cooper let out a huff of laughter before patting his brother on the back. And then they were off with their journey to the phone store.
...
"Grandpa Jonesly called," Cooper looked to his brother as they walked past the subway, "he wishes you happy birthday as well. And a few other things I wish not to mention." He cringed.
Surprised at his grandfather's openness to his sexuality despite the his grandfather's religiously strict upbringing, Jonesly Campbell Anderson was a rare one Blaine would like to keep forever. Same goes to Cooper and their mother for being so open about sexual orientation and all. Also considering their religious upbringing. Exclude Cooper on the religious upbringing, though.
As they neared the store, Blaine couldn't get over his brother's enthusiasm over his upcoming audition and how he'd recommended Blaine to be in the short film as well as another part of his birthday present.
Little did he know that Cooper had said "another part" meaning there's more to come. Oh, the excitement.
Walking into the store now, Blaine swore it smelt of vanilla, a little for some odd reason. Cooper smelt it too and told him it was probably some bakery nearby. Quickly forgetting the scent, a worker came over, welcomed them to the store and showed them around. On one side of the store hung various needs for the electronics namely headphones, earphones, plugs, chargers and wires. On the other side were accessories like stickers, phone rings, popsockets and that thing you decorate your charger wire with and decorative phone cases. Well, that's neat.
Obviously in the middle were an array of phone models. Big and small, cheap and expensive. There were also iPads and laptops on one side of the display table too, lit up underneath was a blue neon plug that was used as a stand for the phone.
Blaine was left to talk to the promoter while Cooper walked about, he eventually got bored so he decided to walk to a nearby seven-eleven. Blaine could handle this, he thought.
As he left, a dusk of wind slapped his face. How pleasant. He squinted his eyes, careful not to let the wind blow any dirt in them and walked to the seven-eleven. Once he reached, he noticed a few girls oggling over him and then laughing and turned away when he smiled at them. One of the girls even started crying because, well, that's what happens when you meet your idol. Moving on, he started wondering if Kurt ever experienced that from a couple of huge fans. Blaine is one of the biggest fanboys he's ever met so maybe, just maybe, Kurt is actually nicer than he looks with his soft blue eyes and perfectly coiffed hair. No, Cooper is definately not jealous of some model's hair. He looks perfect in his own hair style.
Cooper walked around the aisle looking for ear plugs because now that he's back, God knows what Blaine will be singing in the shower. Although it's a summer, Blaine just does not tire out for some reason. He's always been like that as a young kid when he discovered his talent: music. He remembered how the house would go crazy whenever Blaine found something to bang on like drums and numerous times he got scolded for it, he never stopped. Their dad eventually got tired of it and signed him up for piano and violin lessons. When Cooper asked why he didn't sign Blaine up for drum lessons, his father went on and on about how that would be a bad thing, considering how Blaine was only 5 at the time, he wouldn't understand the pain of him running around with anything to use as drumsticks and a bucket as his drum kit. That was hell.
Distracted, Cooper walked right into a woman, almost knocking them both over in shock. Luckily, Cooper got a hold of her and pulled her back up.
"Oh, thank you."
"No thanks needed. I'm sorry, I should've seen where I was walking. Excuse me for that."
And then the lady went silent, staring intently at his face. "Oh," She said, "You're Cooper Anderson! My son is a huge fan of your work, you totally won his heart."
Oh, sweet, pretty nice lady with a son. "Yes, I am. And it's a pleasure to win his heart. Could I win yours, too?"
And so it began.
Back at the phone store, Blaine has walked around back and forth so many times that he's only now made up his mind after half an hour. The sales promoter eventually got tired of Blaine and sat down for a minute because no way was she going to waste her energy following around a newly-20-year-old. No.
Once Blaine decided on an iPhone 6S because he needs the audio jack, he paid for the phone himself because Cooper up and left and then left the store with his new phone in a bag. He stopped by a sign and dialled in Cooper's number to know where he was so he could walk over there and steal a few thousand dollars from him.
"Come on, Coop." He mumbled, impatiently tapping his foot, "Hey, little bro-"
"Cooper, where the hell are you? You can't just leave me like that."
"Oh, shoot, sorry, Squirt. I was gonna come back but then I got distracted. I'm at the seven-eleven up front."
The curly-haired boy – no. Man. – immediately ended the call and walked across the street to get to his brother and whaddayaknow, he's there with another girl. Oh, for the love of-
"Squirt!" He heard his brother call out for him, "Come over here and meet Delane Eloise." Cooper yelled from all the way back of the store. The way he said it made it sound like she was someone really important. Though the name Eloise did sound rather familiar.
Rolling his eyes, he walked towards them anyways and when he reached, Cooper immediately swung an arm around Blaine and introduced him to Delane.
"Delane, this is my little brother Blainey-Boo who's just turned 20 today." With that, Cooper gave his best award-winning smile.
The lady giggled at the nickname and held out her hand, "Nice to meet you, Blaine."
Oh, thank Heavens.
"I'm Delane Eloise, but you can call me Del. I'm Kurt Hummel's PA." She smiled, shaking his hand.
Holy fucking shit.
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Author's NotesThank you to those who've read Plastic and left a review there! If you're a long-time reader of mine, hello and welcome back! If you're new, hello and please feel welcome to review or leave me a personal message if you'd like. Anyways, let me know if you want me to continue this story. Happy holidays, everyone!– Rain, (December 28th, 2017)