Blaine and the Birds

by WatsWitDaMonkey

Blaine is in a major pop band. He's a star. Kurt Hummel was a Stage Manager. He's been reduced to a roadie. What happens when the two get stuck touring together?

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2, Day 1 On the Road

Everyone was asleep, remarked David to himself, aside for the pale one, what was his name? Oh yeah, Kurt. Everyone was asleep except for Kurt. Kurt was currently in a van with a band. He never thought that he would be put down to such a level as 'roadie'. No, Kurt Hummel was a very important Stage Manager, not a roadie at all. Yes, he liked to work with machines and make things light up and whatnot, and yes, he also hated to travel. He liked telling the roadies what buttons to press, what music to play, and what lights to blink or not blink. So, Kurt Hummel sat, slightly annoyed, in a van heading to Nashville, Tennessee. Blaine Anderson was dreaming in blue. He smiled to himself in his sleep. Blue was definitely his favorite color. It used to be pink. In his blue dream there was a familiar boy. He was shirtless in a boat on a river that Blaine hadn't noticed before. He was humming to himself as he rowed. The melody was 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat'. The boy suddenly looked at dream Blaine. Blaine ran towards him. Suddenly it seemed as if he was running in place, the boy getting farther and father away. The boy frowned and the melody turned from a happy one to a haunting one. It was slow and sinister. Blaine ran harder, trying to reach the boy. The boy started laughing a deep, echoing, and evil laugh. The world tuned from light blue to a dark blue and then to a black. Blaine stopped running. He stood rooted in place. He tried to call out but the shirtless dream boy was gone. He was utterly alone. Suddenly he was on stage. He reached his hand up to shield the lights. He looked behind him, none of the Birds were there. It was Blaine and only Blaine. Just like it had always been. He turned to the crowd. There were a million people there. On closer inspection, he found that they were all blue. They were all the same person too. That boy from his other dream. Then there was no stage and Blaine fell. He woke up in a fright and hit his head on the bunk above him. Hard. He fell back and moaned, rubbing his head. Kurt was sitting next to the bunks and had witnessed this. "Hey. Blaine not-a-Bird. You okay?" he said in an uncaring tone. Blaine looked over to him and looked away. Then he did a perfect double-take. "You!" he exclaimed. It was the same boy that had been in Blaine's dream. "What about me?" Kurt asked. "You, you, um," Blaine couldn't tell him he had a dream with Kurt in it, "Um, I just. Remember you from somewhere. Or maybe not, you look familiar." Kurt nodded and turned away from the conversation, suddenly bored of it. Blaine laid back on the bed and pulled out his notebook where he kept song ideas.

-catching my eye, kinda obvious, catching eyes and falling into their vastness, followed by love.

Blaine wrote down as his new idea for a song. He didn't really know, it was just an idea. He couldn't think very clearly though the hangover was gone. He looked over at Kurt, who was looking out of the bus window. Blaine stood up abruptly and went to the kitchen area of the bus. He looked back over his shoulder at Kurt. It was strange. Blaine remembered that morning, he had seen Kurt like a god. His perfectly chiseled jaw, his manicured hair, his his his everything. Blaine couldn't look away. Noah noticed the lead singer standing at the fridge with the door open, not even looking in the fridge, but looking at Kurt. "You gonna get something out of there?" he asked. Blaine jumped. He looked at Noah. He looked away. He shut the door. "No." Blaine said. Noah watched as Blaine walked back over to Kurt. He listened to what was said. Blaine sat across from Kurt, who looked over to him when he sat. "So, do you have any ideas for the stage?" Blaine asked, not completely stupid sounding. Kurt looked at him. "Yes." he finally said. He reached for something under the table, it was a messenger bag. Kurt put it on the table and opened it. He pulled out a laptop and a few pieces of paper. He opened the laptop and it whirred to life. Blaine, out of impatience, asked, "What are these?" he gestured to the papers. Kurt glanced at them, "Those are the stage setup design plans. They are just pretty much a drawing of the stage." Blaine looked at them. "What's our stage called?" he asked. "RocketTown." Kurt said. All that time he had been typing and clicking on the computer and finally turned it around for Blaine to see. "This is what I've come up with so far." Blaine looked at the screen. "I know that one of your songs is called Looking For You, so I put a looking glass, a heart and-well just look at it." he clicked the 'enter' key and the picture on the screen started moving. When it was over Blaine looked at Kurt, "And you made that?" he asked. "I'm a Stage Manager. Not a roadie. And yes, I did make that. But it's just for one song. I'm thinking of having a camera that is on a track up in the air, filming you four, and that picture being on the screen. How many songs are you going to preform?" "Seven." "Well I've got some work to do. Let me discuss with Noah for a while." Blaine nodded and stood up to walk away and bother someone else. He walked to David. "Hello David." "Don't fuck with the driver or he will wreck and your perfect face will get messed up." he said in a friendly way. "Okay then. I just wanted to know if you could play the radio." "Nope." "A cd?" "Nooope." David said, smiling. Blaine stood up, "Well okay then." he walked off.

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"Wake up you lazy suckers! We're here!" Wes called from the front of the bus. He had been driving then. He stood up and ran to the back of the bus, making as much noise as he could and yelling and jumping. Kurt did not like to be awoken like this but knew he would have to get used to it soon. "Oh my god Wes, calm down, we're up!" Blaine called. Kurt rolled his eyes and stood up. Blaine annoyed him. He was too bossy and self-centered. 'That Blaine,' thought Kurt, 'could use someone telling him a thought other than his own.' "Okay c'mon boys, we got a show to put on in," Kurt checked his watch, "four hours, let's go!" Kurt yelled at the boys in the car. He put his stuff back into his bag and shouldered it. 'It's just another challenge I'll have to get through.' Blaine stood up and walked out of the bus, glad to be on flat ground again. He walked around and grabbed out his stuff for singing. He could also play guitar, but he preferred to just sing. Blaine took his stuff into the venue and set the mic on the stage. "No." Kurt said to Blaine, "Put that on the blue 'x'." Blaine looked around and finally saw the blue 'x' that had been put onto the stage with tape. Blaine set his mic onto the x and helped Noah unload some things. Noah was obviously there for muscle. Kurt was the brains, Noah was the bronze. Blaine looked at the pair working together and remarked at their relationship. "How long have you two known each other?" Blaine asked as he lifted one of the drum boxes, but was too heavy and he would have dropped it, if Noah hadn't reached over and caught it. Kurt glanced at the scene as he made a mark on the stage plans then barked a command at Wes who immediately did as told. "We went to high school together." he replied to Blaine's original question. He continued working. Blaine looked at Kurt. He couldn't understand why Kurt was so short with him all the time. Blaine looked away and went back to the van and sat on the steps while taking a sip from a water bottle. Blaine surveyed the scene; Wes was running around helping where he could, Noah was moving equipment in and out of the venue, David was nowhere to be seen, Jeff was talking to Kurt who was dragging him into the venue and pointing at where to set things. Blaine looked at Kurt again. Kurt was wearing red skinny jeans with a white flannel shirt tucked in. He had suspenders that matched the color of his pants and an ascot that also was red. Kurt could feel eyes boring into his back and turned around, suspicious. Blaine looked away quickly, his face red. Kurt watched as Blaine stood up and walked inside the van. Kurt rolled his eyes and went back to fixing the stage.

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The show was over and Blaine walked into the skating part of RocketTown. He watched some of the people rolling around on the track for a while. Suddenly a girl skated over to him. She kicked her board up and stopped. "Hey." she said. "Hi." Blaine regarded. "So you're Blaine right?" "That would be I." "Right. Do you skate?" "Not really." "Do you wanna try?" "Not really." "Okay then." she reached down to shake Blaine's hand, "Well, cool meeting you." Blaine nodded. "You too." she skated off. Blaine looked around at the rink, stood up, and left. Blaine walked out of RocketTown, then paused. There was the sound of a scuffle. He wondered if he should do something then decided against it; it wasn't his business. Then, "HELP!" someone yelped. It sounded like Kurt. Blaine ran to the noise. "Kurt?!" he yelled. Blaine looked at the scene, there was a big man that had Kurt pushed against the side of the wall, their faces together, though the smaller of the two was struggling against the big one. "Oh come on Kurt, don't fight it." the man whispered while kissing up the side of Kurt's neck. Kurt half screamed half growled. Blaine's eyes were blazing. He felt hot. Blaine wanted to kill the thug that dared to lay his lips on an unwilling Kurt. "HEY." Blaine yelled then rushed at the man, pushing him away from Kurt. The man looked surprised. He looked at Kurt, "This your boyfriend Kurt?" the thug looked at Blaine, "Is this dwarf your boyfriend?" on the word dwarf, the man pushed Blaine. Kurt screamed, "Blaine!" then turned to the thug, "Karofsky go the hell away! I don't want you, why can't you get it through your tiny brain that I. Don't. Want. To. Go. Out. With. You." Blaine pushed at the man called Karofsky. "Go away, or I will call the police." Blaine yelled. He pushed at Karofsky, who in turn punched Blaine in the face. Blaine fell down against the wall. "Blaine!" Kurt screamed in dismay. He was not able to help at the moment so he yelled out to no one in particular, "HEEELP." "Shut up doe face." Karofsky said. He walked to Kurt and held his body to his. "Don't scream or I will kill you." Blaine, dazed, stood up. Kurt looked at him, pleading with his eyes. Kurt looked at Karofsky. "Please just leave me alone." he cried. "No chance doe face, now I know you're touring with these faggots, I know exactly where to find you." he stroked the side of Kurt's face. "And we can be alone." Kurt was in tears. When Blaine saw the look on Kurt's face, all fear or dazedness drained out of him. He was filled with pure, white, rage. He charged at Karofsky and pushed him away from Kurt. He punched him twice in the face. He kicked him in the crotch. "GO AWAY! DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHO I AM? I WILL GET A DAMN CAVALRY OUT HERE TO TRACK YOU DOWN AND LOCK YOU BEHIND BARS. I WILL MAKE SURE ALL MY FANS KNOW WHO YOU ARE SO THEY CAN SEE YOU AND BEAT YOU UP WHEN THEY DO." Blaine yelled. Then he pulled Karofsky's face close to his, "I will make sure you are NEVER left alone again. But if you don't want that, leave us alone and never approach Kurt, me, or any of my birds again. Understood?" Karofsky nodded. "Good. Now go away." he released him and Karofsky backed off. Kurt looked at Blaine. The whole time Kurt had seen a look in Blaine's eyes that he had seen no where else. It had been a mixture of things; rage, anger, craziness, to name a few. One that Kurt saw but didn't like to think he saw was love. It was small, but it was there. Blaine looked at Kurt now, devoid of all the emotions he had felt earlier. The adrenaline had worn off and Blaine just felt drained. "Are you okay Kurt?" he asked, worried. Kurt nodded, "Are you?" "Ya I'll be okay." they stood looking at each other for a moment before eventually hugging. "Thank you." Kurt whispered. "You're welcome." Blaine answered. They pulled apart. They started walking back to the van. "Where were you two? We were looking everywhere." David said when the two walked to the van. "Blaine," David looked at his face closely, "what happened?" Blaine's lip was bleeding and he had a black eye. Blaine looked to Kurt, "You wanna tell 'em or should I?" David looked at Kurt. "Woah Kurt. Are you okay you look terrible." he said. Wes came over along with Noah and Jeff. "There you are, we've been- hey, hey are you okay?" Jeff said. Kurt had tears still falling. Noah looked at him worried. Noah walked to him. "Kurt. Are you okay, what happened?" Noah held Kurt's arms. Kurt looked up at him. "Karofsky. Noah, he's here. He was here. He's still following me." everyone looked at the pair in question. "You mean that thug has been following you?!" Blaine asked, anger filling him again, "for how long?" he looked to Noah, "how long has this been going on?" Noah looked to Kurt and then to Blaine, "Since high school." Blaine put his palm to his forehead and paced around. "Okay. You mean to tell me, that that beast has been stalking Kurt since high school. And now, four years later, he's still at it?!" Noah nodded. "Well, it sure seems that way." he said. "Hello? We're still in the dark here." said Jeff, motioning to himself and Wes. Kurt took a deep breath. "Let's all just get in the van. It's dark out here and I would like to sit down." the band all climbed into the van. Kurt held the bridge of his nose. "Okay. Well. High school. Karofsky was-is, a closet case. I, being the only openly gay kid at school, was targeted by him. He stalked me and threatened me and kissed me. I only escaped by him being expelled but when he came back, don't ask me, I ran away. I eventually went back to my old school and he eased up. He was still an ass to me though. Then he tried to kill himself. He failed. But a kind of friendship formed. He thought that I might love him. I don't. I didn't. He got out of the hospital and started stalking me again. Then high school ended. I got a job as a stage manager. I would run into Karofsky at times. They were never pleasant, but we would always be in public and I would have a pepper spray obviously displayed. Then I got demoted to a roadie. I started traveling. I thought it had stopped. A band I was traveling with came back to my home, Lima Ohio, and I stopped moving around. He started stalking me again. Then I started working for Brad and he assigned me with you guys. I realized that I was going to be roadie-ing with Noah and felt safe. Then, just a few minutes ago, I was walking around, looking for where Blaine went, and he came out of nowhere and pushed me against the wall. He-" Kurt paused, "then Blaine came out of nowhere and shoved him off me. Then Karofsky punched him, then Blaine fell down, then Karofsky tried to kiss me again and Blaine went crazy and started punching and kicking him. Then things were said, and Karofsky left. And thats the end of my story. Now you all know. Now I'm tired and we have another show to put on tomorrow. So if you will excuse me." Kurt stood up and took his bag with him to the back of the bus where there was a small restroom. Blaine sat back in his seat and looked out the window. He thought about what Kurt had said. This man, Karofsky, needed to be put down. He needed to be put in jail. Kurt needed a restraining order. Kurt. 'God, poor Kurt,' Thought Blaine. 'I wish there was something I could do to help.' he thought for a moment, 'No, just being there was good today. I still wish I could rid him of his fear of Karofsky forever though…' Kurt emerged from the restroom, changed into fresh clothes. "Blaine!" yelled Wes, "Wanna drive?" Blaine thought for a moment, he was tired but He needed a distraction. "Yea, sure." Kurt's voice stopped him. "Wait, are you sure you're capable? Karofsky hit you hard, and well, you hit him hard too." Blaine saw concern in Kurt's eyes. Blaine smiled, "Yea, I'll be okay." Blaine walked to the front, "Get some sleep you guys." Blaine noticed David starting to clean, "Dave, calm down." David looked up at his name and sunk down into a seat. "Yea, okay." he said and drifted into an uneasy sleep. David dreamed of giants ganging up on an elf; David dreamed of a wanting to help but was unable to. He dreamed that a dwarf helped the elf to escape then, together, they ran off, hand in hand.