Chapter 11: Hopelessly Devoted

Guess mine is not the first heart-broken

My eyes are not the first to cry

I'm not the first to know There's just no getting over you

You know I'm just a fool who's willing

To sit around and wait for you

But, baby, can't you see

There's nothing else for me to do?
I'm hopelessly devoted to you

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head

Hopelessly devoted to you

Hopelessly devoted to you

Hopelessly devoted to you

My head is saying, "Fool, forget him."
My heart is saying, "Don't let go.
Hold on till the end."
And that's what I intend to do

I'm hopelessly devoted to you

But now there's nowhere to hide

Since you pushed my love aside

I'm out of my head Hopelessly devoted to you

Hopelessly devoted to you Hopelessly devoted to you

Blaine slammed his head on the keys of the piano as he began sobbing... Again... This was the THIRD time in a day that Blaine cried... And all the crying led to Blaine writing a song as he yelled out the lyrics in the house, probably making his servants worried.

Christina walked in the room with a glass of wine, she placed it on the piano and Blaine sniffed sitting up as he said "thanks Christine" he took a sip and then cursed and added "fuck! Christine?... I'm sorry..."

Blaine was miserable; he had gone back to alcohol and drugs... He wanted Kurt everything he did reminded him of the Pale boy who swept him off his feet.

Right at the moment Wes decided to make an appearance "hey there rock star, look who I brought"

"is it Kurt?" Blaine asked in a stone-cold voice.

Wes looked at the hooker then back at Blaine "no..."

"then take that fucking hooker away! I don't want to be fucked get the hell out of here!" he screamed and Wes immediately led the boy out of the room.


Kurt had just finished his performance and he was now sitting on a table as the club was being cleaned, right near closing time.

His fellow dancers questioned him about Blaine and he told them, right now Brittany was hugging Kurt as he sobbed with Rachel by his side.

"oh man up! Porcelain babe-"

"Santana-" Rachel started but Santana held her hand up to speak.

"wait let me speak, that fucker thinks you are just a slut then screw him, cuz babes you got one hot piece of ass, and if I was straight I'd tap that... And fuck that dick head; you can have any guy town with one strut, and as for the Phantom part... Go ahead take that role, and show that miserable piece of ass that you are going to make it big cuz you've gots the talent babe"

"but-" Kurt looked up with sad eyes.

"No! Shut up and listen to your sister's sweet cheeks..."

Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it
She loves to laugh
She loves to sing
She does everything
She loves to move
She loves to grove
She loves thelovin' things
Ooh, all night, all night
Oh, every night
So hold tight, hold tight
Ooh, baby, hold tight
Oh, she said,

Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it
She said, Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it

I was alone
I never knew
What good love could do
Ooh, then we touched
Then we sang
About thelovin' things

Ooh, all night, all night
Oh, every night
So hold tight, hold tight
Ooh baby, hold tight
Oh, she said,

Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it
She said, Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Any way you want it

Kurt smiled at Santana and he threw his arms around the Latina and cried "no tears Lady Hummel"

"love you too, Satan... I'm gonna show that fucker that no one messes with Kurt Hummel" Kurt said as he straightened his posture and got of the table, walking determinate towards the back stage.


The new issue of rolling stones

Headline: The Sex God Blaine Anderson

byKurt H.

Blaine grabbed the magazine and began reading it, he clenched his jaw and gripped the magazine in his fist, and then he growled in anger and yelled "WES! Get your fucking ass in here NOW!"

"yeah, super star whatya need now?' Wes said as he entered Blaine's bed room where he was standing, looking out the window with his jaw clenched tight.

"explain... This?" Blaine held up the magazine then he threw it at Wes who grabbed it.

He looked down at the magazine and said "you're on the cover?"

"yes... I can see that dick, read what's inside"

Wes sighed and read"Blaine Anderson the so-called'sex god' is not a cow-boy, but a 'boy cow', he sleeps around with every one he can get his liquor dipped hands on and fuck them; he can never be in a stable relationship with all the alcohol and drugs, shoved up his-"

"read the next paragraph!"

"okay... And most of all the sex god's manager Wes, not only takes full responsibility for the singers actions but also, is responsible for the booze that the rock stairs addicted to, he was seen taking all the money from bourbon night club at Devils advocate's last gig...Come on Blaine you can't believe what this shit head stripper say-"

"shut up! and read!" Blaine growled and he glared at Wes.

Wes gulped and continued nervously "and left none for the club themselves, he is playing the rock star for the money and is lying to the drunk man since he has no senses of his own"

Blaine held a hand up to stop Wes from talking and got up to his feet "what Kurt said... Is this true"

"come on man don't listen-" Wes tried to dodge Blaine.

"is this TRUE!?" Blaine grabbed the front of Wes jacket and then slammed him against the wall

"y-yes" he whimpered.

"did you send Kurt away?" Blaine demanded.

"N-No"

"don't fucking lie to me! Did. You. Send. Kurt. Away?" Blaine yelled pushing Wes up against the wall as he gripped at his jacket tighter.

Wes nodded and gulped, he closed his eyes when he saw Blaine pull back his arm but nothing came.

Blaine dropped Wes and said "I should beat the fuck out of you; you send Kurt away, the only thing good in my life... I should kill you. But Kurt would never appreciate that...You're fired"

"w-what?" Wes adjusted his jacket as he saw Blaine walk towards his bed.

"you're fired! and get the fuck out of my house! but before you do, call bourbon an tell them that Blaine Anderson is going to be performing solo and live at the club" Blaine said.


"Kurt! Look!" Tina said as she ran back stage holding a bouquet of red and white roses with a card

Kurt turned and his eyes widened at the huge bouquet "what-"

"read the card! Quick" Tina said and pushing the card in Kurt's hand.

everyone huddled around Kurt as he opened the card which had an I'm sorry written on it and he read

Dear Kurt,

I'm sorry... I know you won't believe me if I don't tell face to face,I wouldn't believe my self too...

So incase you haven't heard, next week, the day of your Phantom audition

(which by the way,I would come there to see you perform... And perform music of the night; you would sound amazing in it)

anyway...

Please come to the gig, it's my first solo gig I will perform, after all you gave me the courage to write songs again...

I want to say I miss you like crazy, and I really do...

But words won't makeup for how much sorry I feel and how much I wish you were here...

Please come,

B.

"you have to go!"

"look he even gave you a VIP pass" Britanny shakes Kurt by grabbing his arm like an over excited child.

"come on! You gotta go" Tina said.

"I don't think I can-" Kurt sighed but Santana interrupted him and said

"listen porcelain, auntie snixx says you are going and if you don't I am gonna hook you to the back of my car and drag you there... Plus go and give Anderson a piece of your mind!"


A/N: x-D