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And here is the second AU Famous!Klaine fic I wrote.

Pulling my suitcase behind me, I walked quickly through the train cars to the very last one. I opened the door. Darn, it was almost full. There was a seat empty, though, which was good.

Keeping my head low and trying to attract as little attention as possible, I walked to the empty seat, put my bag up in the storage, and sat down.

There was another person next to me. It was a boy about my age. He had styled brown hair that looked so soft. He had headphones in and was reading a book. I saw him look at me when I sat down. He stared at me for a minute before quickly averting his eyes. I pulled out my phone and sighed. I had awful signal. Darn, there goes my plan of amusing myself for the trip.

I looked at the people around me. Luckily, they were either old or busy. The youngest person was the kid next to me and he didn't seem to know who I was, which was good.

I'm a singer. Three hit albums, no big deal. Normally I'm attacked by fans or followed by paparazzi, but I think I managed to get away freely. I don't mind the fans that much though. Yes, some of them are creepy and rude and do they really need to spam my Twitter? But some are sweet and nice and I love hearing how I changed their lives. I'm just doing what I love and making music so the fact that I save lives and stop self-harm and stuff is great. That's what inspires me to do what I do. Not the money or fame or anything. It's a fans who support me and love me.

The kid next to me shifted and accidentally elbowed me.

"Oh, sorry" he said, looking up.

"It's okay. I'll try not to cry too hard" I joked.

He stared at me with wide eyes.

"I'm kidding" I said. "It's okay."

"S-sorry. I'm Kurt" he said, holding out his hand for me to shake.

"Banderson" I said, using my stage name.

"Banderson?" Kurt repeated with a skeptical look. He took out his left earbud so he could hear me better.

"Yup" I said.

"Were your parents drunk?" he asked with a small smirk. Then he shook his head. "Sorry, that was mean."

I laughed. "You're sassy. And actually, it's a stage name."

"Stage name? Are you a performer?" Kurt asked.

"Yes. I'm a singer" I said. Not to sound cocky, but I've never run into a teenager who didn't know who I was. It was weird and oddly refreshing.

"Oooh, what do you sing?"

"Um, songs" I answered with a smile.

"Really? A singer singing songs? Is this some kind of revolution or something?" Kurt said sarcastically.

I laughed again. "I'm a trendsetter."

"I see. But really, what do you sing?" Kurt asked. "Please don't say screamo or something."

"No, no, I'm more pop ballads. I can't really explain it" I said. I'm quite simple. Usually it's just me with a guitar or a classy band singing a simple love song. There's no light show or fancy dancing or lip syncing.

"Like singer-songwriter?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah!" I said. "That's the exact category I'm found in on iTunes."

"You're on iTunes?"

"I am."

"So are you, like, famous?" Kurt asked, looking very amused and a bit impressed.

"I guess so, yeah. I tour around and stuff" I said.

"Hmmm. Neat. I've never heard of you though."

"Just watch the music video channels. I'm all over that" I said. It's true. One day in a hotel I was watching the music video TV channel and in one hour, I saw myself twice. It was weird.

"Cool" Kurt nodded, fiddling with his loose earbud.

"So where are you headed?" I asked casually.

"I dunno. I just get on these trains and see where it takes me" Kurt said.

"Really?" I was surprised.

Kurt laughed. "No! I'm just kidding! Wow, I can't believe I tricked you."

"You said it so casually. You'd make a good actor" I said.

"Really? You think so? I do like to act. I was Officer Krupke in my school's production of West Side Story."

"Why weren't you Tony?" I asked. "He's the lead."

"I'm aware. But I was deemed 'too feminine' and my voice was 'too high'. Plus, my best friend played Maria and she said she would have felt weird kissing me. Oh, the perks of being gay" Kurt said. I couldn't tell if he was joking or sarcastic or was actually upset.

"You're gay?" I asked. I had a suspicion but I've met lots of feminine guys.

"Yup" Kurt said, looking down.

"Can you keep a secret?" I blurted and kind of regretted it.

Kurt looked over. "Sure."

"I'm gay too" I admitted. "But you can't tell anyone."

"Oh. You haven't come out yet?"

"Well, my family and friends know, but my fans don't" I explained. "You see, I was advised to pretend to be straight so I could appeal to the female demographic. Not that I don't have male fans, but it's the 'fangirls' or something who really do the work."

"You're hiding who you really are?" Kurt asked. "To make money?" He sounded disappointed.

"Well when you put it like that..." I said. When he said it like that, I felt disappointed in myself. I was so eager to make a name for myself and make music that I went along with anything. But this random boy next to me suddenly made me see how awful that was.

"You're right" I heard myself say. "I guess I never really saw a problem with it because I was too blinded by the fame. But you're right. As soon as I'm back to work, I'll come clean."

"You owe it to your fans" Kurt said.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Kurt" I said.

"No problem" Kurt said.

"So, um, you never told me where you're going" I said. The train we were going on was headed to a small town called Lima.

"I'm going to visit my dad" Kurt said. "You?"

"That sounds nice. I'm actually going to visit my relatives too. My grandparents, who I haven't seen in a while."

"Cool" Kurt said with a smile. He had a nice smile. The way his nose crinkled up and you couldn't see his teeth when he smiled. It was adorable, really.

"I like your hair, by the way" Kurt said, glancing up at my hair, which was in my natural dark curls.

"My hair? It's a mess" I shrugged. I haven't had time to get it cut.

"A hot mess" Kurt replied then blushed and looked away.

I smirked but he didn't see. "Thanks. So... read any good books lately?" I'm always travelling so I read a lot.

Kurt smiled at me. "Actually, this one I'm reading now is awesome!" he held up the cover of the book that he was reading and started talking about it in detail. I don't know who said his voice was too high because I think it's gorgeous. I could listen to it all day.

It felt like I was talking to myself at some points. We had so much in common. We discussed books, movies, people, funny things that happened when we were little kids. It was so cool to talk to someone new. It's common for someone like me to have issues meeting new people. It's hard to know who's real and who is just a poser. But Kurt, Kurt is real. And funny.

After an hour, our conversations reach an awkward break.

"Is there a bathroom on this thing?" Kurt asked, looking down the cart.

"Yeah, there's near the door" I said, pointing.

"Cool, thanks. I'll be right back" Kurt said. He pulled his earbud out and set his book and his iPod aside so he could stand up. He left and suddenly I felt strangely sad and lonely.

It was also quiet. None of the other people in the cart said anything. That's when a I heard music. It was really, really faint and I'm surprised I heard it, but I did. Looking over, I saw Kurt's iPod on the seat. He must have left his music on. Curious, I picked up his iPod and stuck in an earbud. I almost screamed at what I heard. I heard me. I clicked the center button on his Shuffle and the cover of my second album appeared. Kurt knew me. I clicked the MENU button and a list of albums came up. I was shocked to find out that Kurt had all of my albums as well as every song I was featured on.

I was in shock. My hands were shaking, that's how much I was shocked. Kurt lied to me. He said he'd never heard of me but he was listening to my songs. For this whole trip he had me thinking he was different. All he is was a clever fan who now knows some of my secrets. Darn, my publicist would kill me if she knew.

I turned off his music and put his iPod back on his seat. I can't believe it. He really was a good actor. But the fact that I was slightly impressed was hidden by my anger. Here I was thinking I made a new friend who liked me for me and not for the fact that I'm famous. And it was all fake.

Kurt came back a few minutes later.

"I'm back. Man, that was a tight bathroom. Nothing makes one feel fatter than a place like that" he said cheerfully.

I didn't reply. Part of me wanted to ask him why he lied but part of me said he didn't deserve to explain.

Kurt sighed and looked out the window. "It's weird how the train is moving and the trees whizz by but the sun seems to follow us."

Again, I didn't reply.

That's when Kurt noticed my silence. He looked over. "What, cat got your tongue?"

I looked at him. He sat there, looking genuinely concerned, and I couldn't help thinking that he was just acting again.

"You lied to me" I finally said slowly.

Kurt sighed. "Okay, my boots aren't real, I got them at a thrift shop. They were super cheap and they look real, right, so I bought them and-"

"No, that's not what I meant" I stopped him.

He looked at me and waited for me to speak.

"You said you didn't know who I was. You made it seem like I was just another random person to you. You lied. You know exactly who I am" I said, stuttering a few times.

Kurt looked at me and I saw a hint of remorse in his beautiful blue-green eyes. "How did you find out?"

"When you went to the bathroom, you left your music on and I could hear it, so I went to turn it off for you but then I saw what you were listening to. You have all my songs" I sighed.

Kurt didn't speak. I didn't blame him; what would he say to that?

"You lied" I finished, and frowned.

"Sorry" he finally said. "I'm sorry. You came and sat down and I was just so shocked that someone like you would be sitting next to someone like me. I knew that if I acted like a crazy fan, you wouldn't want to talk to me so I pretended to not know you."

I paused. He was right. If he had said he knew me and I knew he was a fan, I probably wouldn't have engaged in such a long conversation. And I surely wouldn't have told him some of the things I did. But that doesn't change the fact that he lied. But on the other hand, I really connected with him and that was great. I can't just ignore that.

"I really am sorry. I didn't mean for you to be hurt" Kurt added. "I was gonna casually mention it at the end, like just before we parted, I would have been like 'oh, by the way, I knew who you were all along' and just left."

I almost smiled. That would have been pretty amusing.

"We'd never cross paths again so I didn't think of the consequences" Kurt said. He sighed sadly. "And don't think that you can't trust me just because I'm a fan. If that's what you're worried about, I won't say anything, I swear."

I sighed. "Thanks" I said. "Besides, without you, I'd still be pretended to be straight. And you were really, really fun talk to."

Kurt smiled. "Like I said, I'm sorry."

"I forgive you...on one condition" I added with a smirk.

Kurt nodded at me.

"Sometime before I leave Lima, you let me take you to a movie" I said.

"Like a...?" Kurt looked surprised.

"Date? Yeah. If that's alright" I smiled.

Kurt gave a shy smile. "You're okay dating a crazy fan?"

"You're not crazy, you're interesting. And yes, I am, because for the majority of this trip, you weren't a fan, you were a friend" I said. "And Kurt-the-friend is who I wanna date."

Kurt smiled. "Okay, deal. But do you by any change have another name? Banderson is still kinda funny."

I laughed and held out my hand. "Hey, I'm Blaine Anderson."

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