A/N: Sooo surprised about the good response to this story, just from the first chapter. Let me know if you have any ideas :) Gonna talk a bit about Blainey now. Enjoy ;) ooh p.s italics are flashbacks.

Oooops. My bad. I forgot I'd done blogposts in italics. Blogposts are now in bold+italic.

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee… Still. Although it is back tomorrow… Yaay :)

Chapter 2: That Night At Breadstix

Blaine was sat in his ridiculously large apartment that his manager had given him when he'd gotten signed. He sprawled out on his leather sofa and continued to look through some blogs that interested him. He'd never admit it but he really didn't know how to dress fashionably and he got most of his ideas from toned down outfits that FashionBroadwayStar gave on a regular basis. He was shocked to see the latest post and saw that this guy was a fan of his AND he was in Lima at the moment. Lima wasn't too far away from Westerville, where he'd grown up and Lima actually happened to be where his most important gig was that had got him picked by an undercover talent scout. He cast his mind back to that night and smiled fondly.

"What do you mean I can't play Valentines evening? I really wanted that gig." He sighed as he spoke to the manager of Breadstix, or the Sugar Shack as it was soon to be known. "Okay. I'll do the Sunday, the day after. Yeah it'll just be an acoustic set and a few of my friends should be coming. Yep, okay. Thank you very much." He finished and hung up, stuffing his iPhone back into his pocket. He stared at the walls of his Dalton dorm room and frowned. All of the bars and restaurants in Westerville weren't even willing to give an unsigned artist a chance, or they would but for an extortionate amount of money. At least Breadstix were happy for him to play AND they weren't charging him anything.

Wes and David were the first people to recognize Blaine's musical potential when they selected him as their new vocal lead for the Warblers when he was only a Junior. A few of the Seniors weren't very happy about it but they soon mellowed to his voice and his energy. It had all been going so well until they were beaten by New Directions at Regionals after their first tie. He had to admit that they were good. There was a kid who didn't really seem to fit in but he held himself differently to the others, like he was determined to prove something. He expected this guy to do well. He was really cute too, but that didn't have anything to do with his vocal ability.

Blaine didn't really understand why the tabloids were so obsessed with his sexuality. It seemed as though because he wasn't getting snapped being intimate with someone then his preferences were anyone's guess. He was gay and always had been which had freaked his parents out a little but they'd gotten used to it in the end. His best friend Chelsea had also gotten used to the accusations that came with being best friends with a superstar. They'd been photographed many times at restaurants just generally having a good time in each others company. So of course that meant that they were dating and Chelsea was having his baby and all other manner of rumors. His manager Andy was the main reason that he'd never released an official statement to the tabloids. Andy said that all of this speculation and attention on his and Chelsea's relationship was good for keeping him in the spotlight and getting him more magazine interviews and money. Chelsea knew that he was gay and was fine with it, it was kind of the reason they'd ever met. He'd dated her older brother Alex over the summer when he'd gone to his parent's main home in Texas. One day he'd been waiting for Alex to get changed and he'd started talking to Chelsea and they hit it off immediately, and unfortunately Alex thought that Blaine's relationship with his sister was more than weird and broke it off.

He was brought back to reality when his new Blackberry buzzed in his pocket, telling him that he was supposed to be packing ready for the start of his American tour. His debut album had topped the billboard charts for 3 weeks and he would have been happy to place in the top 100. Despite his appearance on the Ellen show, in various papers and magazines and at a few music awards he'd never actually done a proper gig before. Not a paid one anyway; and his first one planned to pay big. He looked forward to it but he wished that his first gig wasn't in Madison Square Garden. He'd been there a few times to see artists he'd been interested in when he was younger and he'd always dreamed about playing there but now the stage felt too big and the amount of people that would be packed in was very daunting. He picked up his old Ashton acoustic guitar and admired the imperfections on it. It wasn't fair that he wasn't allowed to play it live because he had so many others that he was sponsored by and had to use. He decided he was still going to bring it with him anyway because he could play it in the tour bus.

Kurt entered his father's details into the ticket booking website and went over to his iPod in it's dock and decided a little music was needed while the details cleared. When he was finally happy that the tickets had actually been booked and were actually on the way to his house he started on his second most important task; what to wear. He opened his walk-in closet and began surveying all of his designer-wear, choosing 5 possible outfits in the end. He decided to take a picture of each and upload them to his blog. They were all equally fabulous so what harm could come of other people choosing for him?

In honor of this momentous occasion and because without you guys I wouldn't have this problem I'm allowing you to choose my outfit for when I meet him. Out of the 5 finalists obviously. (It'd take far too long to take a picture of every piece of clothing I own!) Anyway. I've uploaded the pictures below with a poll question. Let me know which you like the most and vote using the poll. Thank you all again. Stay stylish. FashionBroadwayStar xox

Kurt then shut his laptop, feeling a little better now the clothing issue was going to be sorted. It was getting on for midnight on the Thursday that history had been made and Kurt decided he was going to sleep now because he couldn't afford any imperfections and he had to get his beauty sleep anyway. As he laid down after doing his skincare regime and retrieving his iPod from the dock, putting the headphones in his ears and scrolling through his Artist list. He'd been listening to Blaine since the contest announcement and decided he'd listen to something else. Not many people knew this but Kurt was actually quite a big Taylor Swift fan, he loved the way she sang about things that mattered to her and how she gave to charity and always looked pristine. He decided to listen to White Horse and hummed the melody quietly while he tried to sort out what he needed to do for his blogs and when he would record a new YouTube video. His current internet situation was too confusing; he had an anonymous blog accompanied by a Twitter page but he also had a YouTube channel where he did haul videos etc as himself.

While he was trying to sleep he had a sudden thought; he had no idea when this gig actually was. He grabbed his iPhone from his bedside table and looked it up, surprised to find that it was 2 weeks Saturday. He'd forgotten that the tour was very closely packed together; Blaine would be doing a different city every evening for 2 weeks. After being reassured by his phone's calendar that he wasn't busy then, he fell into a peaceful sleep.

Kurt woke in the morning feeling perfectly rested as he stepped into his shower, letting the hot water cascade over him, enjoying the feeling of his pores opening. "It's a love story, baby just say YES." He sang enthusiastically and then stopped himself mid sentence. He HATED that song, it was vastly over played and practically every girl in his school had had it as their ringtone for one person or another. He attributed this slipup to his newly found good mood; he had a lot to do today at the shop and with his YouTube videos and blogging but he didn't really mind. He was going to see Blaine Anderson in the flesh and talk to him. Things couldn't get much better.

Blaine drummed his fingers on his phone while he lay on his bed in the tour bus. They'd been on the road for about an hour and he was already bored because his manager and other people were meeting him at the first venue so he was stuck with a driver who'd never heard of him. He logged into his private blogging account and set about catching up on what FashionBroadwayStar had to say.
MusicArtist2012: That's cool to know you're going to meet the man himself. I like outfit number 3, it'd show off your figure best. Hopefully we'll meet at some point. I'm seriously in need of some fashion advice. Everyone I know pities me and has to tell me what to buy and what to wear it with. Haha! Congrats on winning. BAMA xx

He thought his signoff was a bit risky ever since he'd devised it but no-one seemed to pick up on it. He really was fond of this Fashion guy, he gave good advice and once a month he answered people's personal dilemmas on Facebook. The hardest bit was working out who he was out of the 10 people who were given VIP tickets to the Lima gig. He knew a large amount of his fans were female so hopefully he'll be the only guy that bothered to buy one. What would he do if he did meet him? He could hardly act like an over-excitable fan because that's probably what he would be doing too. He'd have to call Chelsea and ask for her advice later, despite the fact she was obsessed with the idea that he was in love with a blogger he'd never seen or met. He curled up under the covers and felt asleep almost instantly, only waking when they'd reached the first venue and his Manager Andy boarded the bus and shook him.
"Wake up Rockstar. We're here. You need to go to hair and makeup then get changed and meet the VIP's. I shouldn't need to say this but these people have paid twice the amount of a regular ticket to meet you. So be nice." He said and Blaine nodded sleepily, slowly sitting up and getting out to hug him properly.
"I can't believe everyone laughed when he left school a year early, you to manage and me to write music. Leaving the Warblers really paid off. Bit of a shame we never got that trophy though." He shrugged and yawned as he grabbed his black shades and leather jacket. Chelsea had bought them for him when he first started doing open mic nights, saying he might need them when he became a famous musician. It turned out she was right.

Fast uploads because it's the holiday here and I had the day off work and spent it writing. Sad I know. Let me know what you think. I'm on Twitter under kayleighbellax and I often talk about my stories and uploading patterns there. What do you think should happen? :)