A/N: Thanks for all the support after that first chapter! Here's the second. I was going to make it longer but I wanted to get it out today. It's a short one and just filler but it's something. After this, we all know what the third chapter will be and I'm EXTREMELY excited to write it so that might be a fast update as well. I guarantee I won't usually update this fast so don't expect it. Also, I'm only planning for this story to be 5-ish chapters with a possible epilogue. Well, I've rambled for long enough! Enjoy the chapter :)
Radioactice Ch. 2: I Had Some Inspiration
Blaine Anderson had a great night. He hit for the cycle and had two amazing catches in center field. If you asked him why that one game against the Indians was so great, he would shrug and say, "I had some inspiration," before quickly changing the subject. His teammates teased him mercilessly, but his face was never without a smile for the rest of the night.
Once they finished up that series, the team was back in Anaheim, and, after a couple more months, Blaine had completed his first Major League season. He won Rookie of the Year along with the American League MVP and a Gold Glove. To Blaine, only one word could accurately describe that year- surreal. Every dream of his since age four had come true, except one.
He never heard from the beautiful Kurt again.
No texts. No calls. Nothing.
So, instead of moping, Blaine forgot about that night. He continued on with his training and reconnected with his best friends from high school. He hung out with his teammates and visited his brother in Los Angeles.
He even visited Disneyland one day with Wes and David.
Kurt returned home late that night and went straight to bed. The following morning, Finn continued to ramble so much about meeting Blaine Anderson and getting his autograph that no one seemed to question Kurt about his thoughts. He tucked the ticket into his copy of The Great Gatsby still sitting on his shelf from high school and purposefully forgot about that night.
After his summer vacation, he returned to New York and his shabby apartment. The guys threw him a "Welcome Home" party where he met James.
James was a couple years older than Kurt and working on his law degree. He had light brown hair, similar to Kurt's, and deep chocolate brown eyes that became extremely big when he was excited. Despite his aspiration to be a lawyer, he had a friendly, bubbly personality that had immediately attracted Kurt's attention. Three weeks later, Kurt had a boyfriend.
The semester flew by for both Kurt and James, and, before he knew it, Kurt was back in Lima for the holidays while James flew to Florida to visit his own family. After a relaxing three weeks of catching up with his family and hanging out with his friends, Kurt was, once again, back in New York for his final semester of college.
Two days after his return, James came back as well and they had a romantic date night before classes began again the next day. That was the only time they saw each other for two weeks. Between classes and their part-time jobs, Kurt and James were constantly busy or trying to catch up on sleep. After another week of their hectic schedules, Kurt called it quits and James completely understood. They agreed to remain friends although that seemed just as pointless in Kurt's opinion.
Another week later, Kurt was on a plane with Tina to visit Mercedes out in LA. Once they arrived and Mercedes drove them back to her and Sam's apartment, the questioning began.
"Why didn't you tell me you have a boyfriend?"
"I had to find out from Rachel! RACHEL!"
"Is he nice?"
"Is he hot?"
"Can he sing?"
"Is he good in bed?"
"Why didn't you invite him to come with us?"
"I want to meet him!"
"Wait… What's his name?"
"GIRLS!" Kurt screamed once he couldn't take the constant questioning anymore. "His name is James and we broke up so you're not going to meet him. Sorry 'Cedes."
"But you told Rachel?" questioned Mercedes with her own bitch-glare.
"No, I told my brother who happens to tell Rachel everything," Kurt explained.
"So why did you break up?" Tina asked with a quiet sincerity.
"I didn't love him. And it wasn't worth the effort."
"Oh."
Thus, project "Cheer-Kurt-Up" began.
Step One? A trip to Disneyland.
