Kurt was surprised to walk into an empty class on Monday. After the run-in on Saturday night, he was amazed he even got himself out of bed today, but usually the room was full when he and Mercedes showed up. The teacher was at her desk and she seemed extremely bored.
"Err… where is everyone?" she looked at him lazily and sighed.
"At some CD signing. So if any one actually bothered to come in today, I was just going to go over the things we learnt in the past couple of weeks…" Kurt gave her a confused look.
"Why? Why would teachers even let their students skip to go to some stupid CD signing?"
"It gives me a free day because I didn't think anyone would actually come in today." Kurt was shocked. Teachers at NYU were usually a lot stricter than this. Mercedes, who was behind him, looked just as confused. "Why aren't you two there? I mean Kurt, you're explainable because you like Broadway music… but Mercedes you seem like the person to be into all the new top hits." Mercedes gasped, suddenly realising who's CD signing it was.
"Kurt we should go, pretend we're going there. Come on let's do something fun today." she whispered in his ear. She didn't give him time to answer before she dragged him out of the room.
"Mercedes? Do you know something about this CD signing?" Kurt asked as she dragged him down the hall.
"Nowhywouldyouthinkthat?" she slowed down and let go of him. He straightened his shirt out before speaking.
"'Cedes, don't lie to me." she sighed.
"Fine. It's Blaine's, okay? I didn't want to tell you becua-" she was cut off by Kurt's phone ringing. He got it out to find it was an unknown number.
"Hello?"
On the other end of the line, he heard someone's breath catch, but only just because there was also a lot of screaming that sounded like crazy fan girls.
"Hello?" he said again. There was still no reply. He sighed and hung up.
"I hate it when people do that." he muttered, pocketing his phone.
"Come on, White Boy… I'll buy you some coffee." he sighed again and followed Mercedes out of University, though the unknown caller was irritating him a little. He felt like it was important, but he couldn't really explain why…
"Hello?"
Blaine caught his breath, that voice. God how he missed that voice. He was taking a short break from singing CD's and taking photos and suddenly his phone was out and he'd dialled the number for what must've been the fiftieth time since Saturday. He couldn't speak. His hand was shaking. He missed him so much.
"Hello?"
He still couldn't say anything, so when he heard an blasé sigh he silently cursed himself because Kurt had hung up.
"Blaine!" he heard his manager calling him. He shakily placed the phone back in his pocket and walked back to the table. The screams were starting to annoy him, so he plastered on a fake smile, that left just as quickly when he saw the next couple of girls.
"Hi there, Anderson!" Santana threw his CD onto the table between them.
"BLAINEY!" Brittany pretty much jumped over the table to hug him. He noticed his security coming up to pull her off him. He held up his hand to tell them it was okay.
"Umm… Hi… Britt you need to get back over the table before you kicked out…" She pouted as she climbed back over the table. Santana smirked and linked pinkies with her.
"What are guys doing here?" he asked, grabbing the CD and putting his signature on it, though he knew neither of them wanted it… well maybe Brittany did, he never knew with her.
"Did you call him."
"So what if I did or didn't? Why does it matter?"
"That's a yes." he sighed and stood up. Brittany was holding a camera, probably to make it look as if they taking photos of themselves with him, when they just wanted a longer chance to speak to with him.
"Yeah, but I didn't say anything. And why do you guys want photos?"
"We don't." Santana said as she leaned over and put her arm round him so Brittany could take a photo. "Call Kurt properly or we will leak photos of you from High School. And as I recall from researching you, your fans think you're straight, right?" as Britt snapped the picture, he turned to Santana, shocked.
"You're blackmailing me!" he hissed so his manager wouldn't hear. Santana shrugged.
"Get used to it." she said as she took the camera off Brittany to take a picture of them.
"Now, call Hummel. Get back together, so I won't have to kick your ass." Brittany was hugging Blaine so tightly he couldn't answer.
"I miss you Blainey." Blaine patted her back as he continued to glare at Santana and the camera.
"Let's hope your music is good." Santana said, grabbing the CD from the table and taking Brittany's hand. "Later Anderson! Take me up on that offer or those pictures from school will mysteriously get out." she smiled evilly before skipping away. Blaine stared after them before his attention turned to the next screaming fan.
Three hours later his hand was aching and his head hurt. He had another break, longer than the last one. He went to an empty backroom and sat down. He got out his phone and just stared at it.
"Blaine?" He looked up to see his manager. He smiled slightly then went back to staring at his phone. "Those two girls earlier, the ones that were there after your first break… do you know them?" he nodded still staring at his phone. "I know you think I didn't hear, but I know you said they're blackmailing you… what's going on?" Blaine sighed, he knew she didn't really care that much, she just didn't want any bad publicity so early on in his career.
"Nothing really… she just wants me to get back with my ex-"
"The one that dumped you because you wanted to go to LA?"
"Yeah but… I still love them and she gave me their number on Saturday and I didn't even notice we were standing them. And she said if I don't try, she'll leak photos from High School." he had been extra careful not to mention the gender. His manager didn't even know he was gay.
"Well why don't you?" she put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "If you still love him, then you should go for it." Blaine's head snapped up… him?
"H-how did you know?"
"Blaine, I'm not oblivious. I know you're gay… Seriously though, call him. Maybe he still loves you, too." he smiled at her.
"You have half an hour." She smiled and left, leaving him alone. He lifted his phone back to eye level and started typing in the number he memorized. He hesitated before pressing call.
"Hello?"
It happened again. He couldn't speak. This time he debated hanging up, but he wanted to keep on hearing that voice.
"Is this the same number as earlier?" Blaine's hand started to shake and his breathing became ragged. Kurt was on the phone. With him. And he was sitting there not saying anything.
"Seriously, are you going to say anything?"
"Err…" great Blaine thought the first thing you say after four years is ERR? Blaine desperately wanted to hit himself.
"I will hang up if you don't say anything soon…"
"No, don't!" Blaine was shocked at himself. He heard Kurt stop breathing and a clattering noise which could only mean he dropped his phone. There was a squabbling between him and someone else that Blaine couldn't hear properly. Then the phone was picked up and Mercedes voice came through it.
"Why are you calling? And how'd you get this number?"
"S-Santana… she told me too, but I sti-"
"So you're calling because she probably blackmailed you and you don't want your career messed up so early?"
"WHAT? NO! I still love-"
"Bull shit, Anderson. Don't even say that. "
"But-"
"Bye!" she hung up. He could feel the anger coursing threw him even before he threw his phone at the wall. He stared at it for several minutes. He couldn't explain his feelings and he knew he wouldn't be able to go back out there with a fake smile, let alone a real one.
Then his manager walked in.
"Blaine I've booked interview for you tomorrow. One in morning and one at night, but you need to- are you okay?" she looked from him to the discarded phone. "What happened?"
Blaine shook his head and stood up. "Nothing." he walked past her and out the door, not even bothering to get his phone. He heard the girls and few boys screaming again. He sighed and walked over to his table to sign more CD's and take more pictures.
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