AN: Yay! Another chapter! I'm really in love with this story and It just keeps progressing. I have so many ideas for how this could go and it's all just kinda mixed and intresting. Here I introduce a lot of important characters and things get heated so just read on.

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Copywrite: No owner's of glee made this stoy. This is just a fun thing to do. But Alec is mine!(You'll See)

WARNINGS: Cursing F-bomb warning! That's pretty much it for this chapter!

Chapter 2: The Fight


"Where have you been?" Kurt yelled at the man in front of him.

Blaine looked taken aback as he entered the apartment. With keys still in one hand and a plastic bag that read New York Bar and Grill, he moved himself into the apartment. The way Kurt was looking at him, he knew he had gotten himself in trouble.

"I was talking to Marty about the contracts for Nightlife. Remember I told you he would call me in the morning, well he did and I needed to go over some stuff with me in person, so-"

"SO, you forgot that you had a fiancé, who woke up this morning worrying something might have happened to you. You didn't even leave a note or a text or anything, you up and disappeared." Kurt was almost at the point of yelling. His worry now turned into anger at his fiancé's actions.

"I'm sorry baby, okay. I must have forgotten to leave a message, and I didn't want to wake you up this morning because I didn't think I would be out this long." Blaine had put everything down at the table next to the apartment door and moved towards his fiancé. They were now facing each other. Kurt's arms were crossed across his body, he had taken on the natural position he used whenever he was ready to confront someone.

"So, what you just didn't check your phone the whole time you were out. Blaine, I've been calling you for the past two hours trying to get a hold of you!" The man's face was now flush red from the anger he felt towards his fiancé.

"My phone ran out of battery, it shut off a few hours ago while I was talking to Marty." The man in question tried to explain. "I thought you would be in class by now, so I didn't think to try and call you from someone else's phone."

"Well, look at that I'm NOT in class. Instead, I was here in our apartment worried YOU got yourself in trouble. Do you know how scared I was? I was ready to call the police and send out a search party!" Kurt's face showed how real the situation had become. Knowing his lover could have been taken or hurt or gaga forbid dead just pushed him to the edge.

"Look, babe, I think you're overreacting, It's not that-"

"OVERREACTING! WHAT THE FUCK BLAINE!" That was the last straw, "DO I HAVE TO REMIND YOU OF WHEN YOU GOT STUCK IN THE FUCKING AIRPORT BECAUSE PEOPLE JUST WANTED YOUR PHOTO! OR MAYBE WHEN THAT 'FAN' OF YOUR'S JUMPED YOU ON THE WAY TO THE STUDIO, TRYING TO GET A PIECE OF YOUR HAIR! I HAVE ALL THE FUCKING RIGHT TO WORRY!" The apartment had gone silent, and all that could be heard was Kurt's panting breaths. Tears of frustration had started to form on the edge of his eyes. Blaine looked shell-shocked at the man's outburst. He was at a loss for words. "I just, I can't worry about you like that. I can't have you up and disappear."

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry." The realization of what Kurt must have gone through during those few hours downed on him. Not having any communication from him what so ever for the past two hours, the thoughts that must have crossed his mind. It would make anyone turn crazy. He understood now, and he felt terrible for making his fiancé worry like that.

Trying to repair some of the damage caused, Blaine moved in to hug the teary man. To his surprise, Kurt pulled away before he could wrap his arms around him. Normally, the man would seek comfort in his fiancé's embrace, but this time it just didn't feel right.

"I think… I need some time to cool off." Kurt said.

"Babe…"

"I'm not trying to push you away, I just… this whole thing… it just got me really nervous. I need to calm down." Taking a deep breath, he moved away from the living area and headed to their bedroom. The conversation between them having ended with Kurt's final words.


After the fight, it took him a few hours to calm down. He had left his apartment and headed to NYU. He needed to walk around and clear his head. He and Blaine usually didn't bicker, but the tension was growing between them. With his fiancé being a huge celebrity and people trying to get at him left and right, it just put a strain in their relationship that wasn't there before. Things seemed to just keep escalating.

For that reason, Kurt needed an outlet. He needed to find a way to express himself. Blaine had his acting career. He expressed himself through that. If they had a fight he would use his anger, or in this case, sadness, to fuel his acting. It made him better in the end. But Kurt, well he was stuck. He had no outlet. Sure, he had NYU. He was trying to become an actor. But it wasn't enough. He needed more.

So that's how he found himself staring at a pair of double doors, ready to show what he had to offer. While on his walk he saw a few posters up for a band that needed a new member. The poster said that they needed a background singer and someone to help write a few songs.

It seemed easy enough. Kurt was a great singer. He had been in the Warblers with Blaine back in high school. He had become accustomed to swaying in the background and going unnoticed. As for the writing part, well he knew a little bit about that. Kurt had written a few songs that he never really found "record" worthy still, he would try.

He had built enough courage to have walked up to the double doors, but he couldn't seem to get his hand to touch the doorknob. His nerves were coming back. He was ready to just turn and walk away, but before he could someone tapped his shoulder, prompting him to turn around.

Standing in front of him was a man that seemed to be about his age. He wore a leather jacket and his hair was up in a sort of rocker style. He looked like a classic rock n' roller. The man in question looked at Kurt expectantly.

"Hey. You here for the auditions?" The man said.

"Yea, I'm was just... umm..." Kurt really couldn't come up with an excuse as to why he was just standing there like an idiot. Thankfully the stranger seemed to understand his trouble.

"Let me guess, you were nervous so... you decided to stare at the door and see if it gave you some sort of magical answer as to whether you should go in or not. I'm I right?"

"Ha, pretty spot on actually." Kurt couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the man's strange description of his emotions. They seemed to both stand there a bit before the stranger spoke again.

"Well, I'm Elliott Gilbert. Also known as Starchild, but that's really just my stage name." The man, now Elliott, stretched his hand out towards him as he said this.

Kurt, of course, reciprocated the gesture and said, "Nice to meet you, Elliott, I'm Kurt Hummel. I don't really have a stage name, so I guess just Kurt works."

The man's face seemed to change into one of recognition as he told him who he was. It seemed to take another moment before Elliott broke the silence again.

"Wait, are you Blaine Anderson's Kurt by any chance? Like fiancé of?"

A small chuckle escaped his lips before he could hold it back. Kurt nodded, and suddenly the stranger seemed to be in awe of the man standing in front of him.

"That's so cool! Wow, I never would have thought I'd meet someone like you here." He's giddiness just made Kurt smile a bit more at the way this man seemed to be processing the information. "Wait, and you want to audition for the band! Like the one behind these doors." Elliott pointed at the doors behind him. He was now becoming even more excited as he realized the situation.

Kurt now just couldn't hold in his laughter as he, again, nodded his head in affirmation. I think I broke him, he thought as he saw the man gap in shock. After a minute he got his chuckles to die down. The man in front of him also getting his shock in control.

"So... you going in or..." Elliott said this and pointed towards the door. He looked on, taking a deep breath and nodding his head. He started towards the door, but the, now not so, stranger got there before him. The man turned the knob and pushed the door open. He walked in first, with Kurt trailing behind him.

The room itself was a normal practice room at NYU. A table was laid out with chairs behind it. There, sat a group of people all seeming to be dressed in similar rock outfits as Elliott. That's when it dawned on Kurt. He hadn't really asked the man what exactly he was doing at the auditions himself. At that moment, Kurt realized he must have been part of the band. He seemed so carefree and nice. This calmed his nerves. At least one of the members liked him, so far.

Eyeing the table, he noticed a tall man, also wearing a leather jacket, smirking at him. Something made him uneasy about him. His feet were positioned up on the table, and he just looked so cocky and arrogant.

"There you are!" The smirking man spoke, seeming to be addressing Elliott.

"Sorry, sorry, I WAS going to get here on time, but this man out front seemed to be blocking the door." Waving his hand out towards Kurt, "He was contemplating whether he should enter the room or not. Thankfully I got him to come in."

Suddenly, all eyes seemed to land on him all at once. It was like he was invisible until that very moment. They seemed to just stare at him for what felt like an eternity, but in reality, was only a few seconds. He gave a shy wave as Elliott made introductions.

"Guys, this is Kurt Hummel, the brave soul auditioning today. Kurt, these are my bandmates: Sebastian Smyth, lead singer," He pointed towards the cocky man, "Dani, she is one of our guitarists," The woman in question waved back at him, "and last but not least Alec, he's our drummer and FX person." Seeming to be a pretty chill guy, Alec held up his hand in a peace sign, then dropped it back down. They all seemed to have unique personalities and Kurt could just feel like this group was going to be where he belonged.

"Hey, you forgot to introduce yourself, oh great leader of ours." Sebastian pointed out.

"Yea, right, umm… you know I'm Elliott and I'm the leader, slash, songwriter, slash, multitasker. Basically, I just do everything around here." Elliott smiled at him and moved to sit in a chair next to Sebastian.

His nerves had come back at the end of the introductions. He really wanted these people to like him. He needed this. He needed an outlet. A way to express himself.

"So, Kurt, we'll just ask you a few questions and then you can start your audition. Okay?"

"Yea, okay."


AN: Next up audition time and Blaine's POV after the fight (that's the plan anyway). If you guys have any ideas of what I should have Elliott ask Kurt OR what song you want Kurt to audition with, just leave a review. Also what do you think of the characters I put in?

Thanks for the support!