Blaine and Kurt left Fried Food Friday and hopped straight into Blaine's car.
"So your album releases tonight, are you excited?" Kurt squealed to amp Blaine up. He had been acting strange about it all morning.
"Just really nervous." Blaine admitted looking over at an excited Kurt.
"Well don't be. It's going to be amazing and I should know, I've heard over half of it already."
"I think I'm more nervous about the response."
"The world will love it."
"What about Sebastian and the record label?"
"They don't matter." Blaine chuckled. Kurt knew their opinion mattered a lot, but he also knew that Blaine cared more about what his fans thought. Kurt went on about how he preordered it. Blaine complained to him.
"I can give you a signed copy free of charge, you didn't have to buy it."
"I wanted to. It will help your numbers." Kurt smiled and Blaine melted.
"Thank you for coming with me to pick out an outfit for the release party tonight."
"It's no problem at all. What were you thinking? Classic, edgy, chic?"
"I was thinking I should probably wear clothes."
"You are impossible." Blaine smiled at him and parked so they could walk his favorite shops.
After a few shops with no luck, Blaine finally smiled at a white tux.
"Won't you look like you're going to a prom in the 1980's?"
"What's wrong with a white tux?"
"Nothing. I guess you can pull off anything. Go try it on."
Blaine walked out of the dressing room in the full tuxedo. He danced around making Kurt crack up and finally agree to it.
"Okay. Okay. It's not my first choice. But like I said, you can pull off anything."
"Awesome. Now we have to go find you an outfit." Blaine smiled and adjusted the bowtie in the mirror.
"What?" Kurt just stared at him with his mouth hanging open.
Blaine spun and pointed at him with a disco-esque dance move. "Oh come on Kurt. Did you really think I wasn't going to invite you to the album release party for an album that is entirely about you?" He put his hands on Kurt's knees and bent over him. "Plus, I know how much you like shopping." He gave him a quick kiss and ran back in the dressing room.
Kurt followed quickly after him and Blaine cackled. "This dressing room is occupied."
"I said you could pull off anything, but so can I."
After much longer than it should have taken for Blaine to change out of the tux and back into his normal clothes, the two of them walked out of the dressing room. Kurt walked around eyeing everything and tapping his foot in front of something that was particularly interesting.
"Have you found anything you like?" Blaine rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Blaine, we are in public."
"Didn't stop you from mauling me in the dressing room."
Kurt laughed and agreed. He wasn't thinking much about consequences then. "I kind of like this one, what do you think?" Kurt pointed to a brown plaid blazer. Blaine nodded.
Kurt grabbed it and ran over to a rack full of pants. He pulled a pair of lighter brown slacks off the rack then turned and ran toward the shirts. Blaine followed after him, keeping up the best he could. Kurt had already grabbed an off-white polka dotted shirt to go under.
"You work fast."
"I'm pretty efficient when it comes to high fashion."
"Alright. Let me just pay for these and we can get going."
"Nope." Kurt pulled them away from Blaine's outstretched hand.
"I haven't done anything extravagant today." Blaine pouted.
"But you did enough in the past couple days to carry over."
"Please, Kurt."
"God, if I would have known in high school that there would actually be a man begging to pay for my clothes, my fantasies would have been way more intense."
Blaine left his hand outstretched, opening and closing his fingers until Kurt gave in. "Fine, but you have to let me surprise you with things more."
"You surprise me all the time."
Blaine happily strode over to the cashier and put Kurt's clothes down atop his own and handed the lady his card, all the while staring back at Kurt with a soft expression.
After everything was properly bagged, they headed back to the car. "We better hurry back, I told Mercedes I would have you home soon so you all would have plenty of time to get ready. Plus, I have to go home to check on the caterer."
"You all?" Kurt looked over at Blaine with wide eyes.
"Yeah Sam will be over to pick you guys up at about seven. Oh yeah." Blaine reached into the seat behind him and pulled out a bolo tie. "I told Sam he could borrow this. Not entirely sure why he wants it or quite frankly why I have it. But can you give it to him?"
"Sam and Mercedes are going?"
Blaine just scrunched his eyebrows like it was so obvious he shouldn't need to ask. "Of course. They're your closest friends."
Kurt smiled at Blaine. He was having a party to celebrate a huge success of his and he was inviting the people Kurt loved.
"Oh and Rachel will be there too." Blaine added as an afterthought preparing Kurt for having to deal with Rachel. It's not that she was obnoxious, one just had to prepare themselves to be in her presence or it would just be too jarring.
"This is going to be an interesting night."
Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's thigh as he expertly swerved through traffic. "If it's too much at any point I will leave some fashion magazines and a pair of noise cancelling headphones in my bedroom and you can sneak away."
"You are perfect." Kurt closed his eyes and let his senses focus on Blaine's hand on his thigh. Blaine grinned over at him.
He dropped Kurt off and helped him carry his clothes upstairs before giving him a peck, Mercedes a wave, and bounding down the steps.
"You weren't going to tell me about this?" Kurt looked over at her with disbelief slapped across his face.
"Your boy wanted it to be a surprise." Mercedes clapped and ran over to the bag hanging from the door. "What outfit did he get you?"
"Did he plan all of this?"
"Oh yeah."
"Unbelievable."
"Kurt, we are going to Blaine Anderson's album release party tonight!" They both excitedly jumped up and down then stopped when they realized they wouldn't be allowed to be seen near Blaine at this gathering if they kept acting like that.
Sam picked Mercedes and Kurt up right when he was supposed to. He didn't have a car, so in reality he just held a taxi for them as they came clomping down the stairs in their fancy attire. Kurt tossed Sam the bolo tie before squeezing into the middle seat of the back. Sam jumped in after them already trying to figure out how it worked.
After a few failures and Kurt's inevitable insistence on doing it for him, all three of them were ready for the event.
Neither Mercedes nor Sam had actually seen where Blaine lived. Mercedes had come close when she was helping Kurt with the redesign, but he didn't feel comfortable bringing people up in Blaine's apartment when he still hadn't felt comfortable himself.
They both stared up at the building as it approached.
"Which floor does he live on?" Sam asked, his face pressed against the glass.
"The penthouse." Kurt answered.
"On which floor."
"The top one, Sam."
"That boy is living on the top floor, meanwhile we can only just barely afford to live without a roommate in Brooklyn."
"He does work basically seven days a week and devotes his entire personal life to his career."
"Yeah. But still." Mercedes looked over at the park. "Wish I could afford a penthouse."
They all toppled out of the taxi and Kurt threw the driver some cash before dragging them toward the entryway.
"Mr. Hummel. Your guests, I presume?" Paul glanced over at Sam and Mercedes who were gaping at the fancy looking doorman.
"Yes."
"Have a good evening." He said holding the door for them. Mercedes giggled as she walked by and Sam stood straight and saluted him.
Kurt took them over to the elevator and walked in first, handing the conductor his key. His friends still amazed by the luxury and professionalism.
"Can you guys act normal, please. Don't go around staring at everything with your mouths hanging open. Okay?" Kurt insisted, and his friends took his advice trying to stop their giggling and keeping their mouths shut.
"Here you are, Mr. Hummel." The elevator man handed his key back as the doors opened to Blaine's apartment.
Mercedes and Sam gaped quickly before snapping their mouths shut and pretending like they weren't in an amazing penthouse.
"Damn." Mercedes breathed.
Blaine was wearing his tux leaning against the piano talking with a woman holding a notepad. He looked around and seeing Kurt and his friends, excused himself from the journalist. He ran over and gave Kurt a quick kiss on the cheek, then realizing what he had done, did the same for Mercedes and gave Sam a hardy pat on the back.
"Sorry. Too used to not having a bunch of snitches in my apartment. Didn't want to single out Kurt." Kurt forced a smile. He knew he was the reason Blaine was so careful around journalists, but at the same time, he kind of wanted Blaine to throw caution to the wind and make out with him in front of all the people who thrived off speculation.
He stopped his silly daydream. He remembered if people found out he would have to have a constant bodyguard and the Lima Bean would be flooded with stupid fans all the time.
"It's okay. I don't think anyone saw." Kurt winked, and Blaine showed them over to the hors d oeuvres.
He talked with them for a bit before Santana pulled him away to go talk to a different reporter. Kurt watched him as he spoke to her. He was charming yet nervous looking, he kept peeking over at Kurt who sent him reassuring smiles.
Mercedes and Sam talked amongst themselves and Kurt walked around looking at the living room he had decorated. He noticed some of the guests were admiring it too and discussing the stylistic choices. He was proud, but he was also alone. Mercedes and Sam were swapping gossip about the celebrities they saw, and Kurt didn't feel he could pull Blaine away from any of the people he was with.
He wandered upstairs. He walked into Blaine's bedroom and sure enough on the bed lay a copy of Vogue and GQ as well as noise cancelling headphones. On the pillow was Kurt's McKinley sweatshirt, he laughed seeing it there. Blane was obsessed with that sweatshirt and Kurt couldn't exactly figure out why. He rolled his ring around his finger nervously. On the nightstand next to the sweatshirt was a piece of paper and Kurt looked over at it.
It was a note addressed to him.
Dear Kurt,
I'm so glad you could come. There's no better way to celebrate successes than with the people who made them possible. You made this possible and there is no way I can thank you. I know I won't be able to spend a lot of time with you tonight and for that I am sorry. Luckily, I think I know how to make it up to you. Just know I truly wish there was a way I could have you on my arm tonight and have you safe and away from everything tomorrow. Another day.
I love you with all my heart,
Blaine
Kurt smiled and tucked the note in his pocket. He sat on the bed and started flipping through one of the magazines. The door creaked open and he panicked trying to think of an excuse for why he was there.
"Hey, It's just me." Blaine squeezed through the crack and shut the door behind him. "You were missing, I wanted to make sure you were okay."
Kurt smiled. "I'm fine. Just wanted a little room to breathe I guess."
"You and me both." Blaine laughed, sucking in a breath and shaking out his jitters.
"I got your letter. What exactly is this way you're going to make up to me that we can't make out on the couch in front of everyone?"
"That's one of the things I wanted to tell you. Your surprise is here."
Kurt looked confused. "What was the other thing you wanted to tell me?"
"That I love you." Blaine kissed him hard on the mouth before leaving the room with a promise from Kurt that he would be down in just a few minutes.
Kurt slid down the steps unnoticed. He slowly approached Blaine. Blaine turned and grabbed his arm. "There you are!"
Kurt let Blaine pull him up beside him. He didn't get a good look at who Blaine was talking to until he was right in front of her.
"Oh my God." Kurt whispered. His eyes wide and his mouth gaping much like Mercedes and Sam's had been earlier.
"June, I want to introduce you to someone. This is my… Kurt." Blaine nearly let boyfriend slip before reigning in and fixing it.
"Your Kurt?" June asked with an eyebrow raised.
"My friend, Kurt." Blaine corrected with too much force.
"It is so great to meet you!" Kurt blurted jamming his hand out to take June Dolloway's.
"You too, Kurt. My you have energy. I like it! Reminds me of my second husband." Blaine laughed, and Kurt stared, smiling incredibly wide at his role model.
"June and I actually met when I was at NYADA. I did a performance for her when they renamed a room in her honor."
June smiled and nodded. "I was quite taken with him. Thought about making him my fourth husband until I found out he was gay. I was still a little shaken from my third husband coming out, so I decided to go after his talent instead of his handsome face." Blaine laughed and let her pinch his cheek.
"Kurt was just telling me the other day how he would love to meet you. He really admires your singing as well as your style." Blaine was trying to ease Kurt into the conversation, Kurt was trying to control his erratic heartbeat.
"I must say. The plaid suit jacket paired with the plaid bowtie and dotted shirt is truly inspired. It's so loud, yet chic."
Kurt finally joined into the conversation. "Thank you. I'm told I'm rather efficient at shopping." He smiled over at Blaine, who grinned back and slowly made his way away from them.
"Hey, Mercedes." He booty bumped her making her laugh.
"Boy, you must think we are friends booty bumping me like that."
"Well if we aren't already, we definitely will be soon." He walked across the room and spoke with a woman facing the other way, then she was following him back over to Mercedes.
"Mercedes I would like you to meet—"
"Aretha Franklin."
"Mercedes? What a gorgeous name. I knew a Mercedes back in Detroit."
"May I just say you have the single greatest singing voice of all time."
"You may say that. In fact, keep saying that and I'll carry you around in my pocket."
The two women laughed and talked. Mercedes was far less star struck than Kurt. Blaine turned to Sam who was looking at him with a hopeful look.
"Sam, Johnny Cash is dead. So I couldn't invite him here." Blaine guessed what was making Sam anxious.
Sam dropped his head and scuffed his shoe. "I knew I should have gone with Garth Brooks."
"I think I have something even better for you." He held up a piece of paper and Sam took it from his hand.
"Is this a ticket to the new Marvel movie?" Sam nearly shouted.
"Shh." Blaine scooted closer so Sam wouldn't distract the whole room. "It's actually a ticket to the premier of the next Marvel movie. In LA."
"How do I even get to that."
"It premiers the week I'm in LA for tour so you can fly with me and stay with me" Blaine smiled up him. "I'll get you there and back."
"This is awesome, man." He looked nervously at the ticket. "But you know you don't have to buy my friendship. I know the meaning of friendship through thick and thin. Especially thin." He made to hand the ticket back, but Blaine wouldn't take it.
"I'm not buying your friendship, Sam. You've been a great friend to me from the start and I want a chance to be even better friends so think of it more as a bro getaway."
"I like the sound of that."
"Awesome. Well I have to get back to circulating, will you make sure Kurt doesn't faint in June's arms?"
"Of course, bro." Blaine smiled and went over to an especially glitzed out reporter.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson. I'm Samantha White of the New York Times, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about your album?"
"Of course." Blaine glanced over at Kurt talking animatedly to June.
"On a recent live chat, you said you were going a different direction with the album. Can you fill us in on what exactly that means?"
"I can't spill too much before midnight, but my recent albums have been about heartbreak and bad reputations and this one is much gentler."
"Is it about love?"
"There are themes of love."
"Anyone in particular motivate this album?" Blaine looked imperceptibly over at Kurt who had turned toward him and smiled.
"Perhaps." Blaine just shrugged his shoulders.
"In that same live chat." The woman looked down at her notes. "There was a mystery man holding the camera. Upon asking if it was Sebastian, you said, 'The world may never know'. Well the world wants to know. Who was holding the camera?"
Just as Blaine was coming up with a clever answer to avoid the actual one, the lights dimmed, and Santana made an announcement from the stairs.
"Attention everyone. With just a few hours to go until the album officially drops, we wanted to give you all a sneak peak of the album cover.
Everyone turned to the screen hanging on the wall. Blaine slowly inched away from the reporter as everyone was distracted waiting on the reveal. He was back at Kurt's side when it popped on the screen. Some of the room laughed and the others just stared at it trying to piece together answers.
Kurt giggled. "I thought you were joking."
"I was serious. I think it makes a good album cover." They stared up at the screen, the picture of Blaine washing dishes in his sweats with curling pink script, 'Into the Crazy' over it.
"I love it," Kurt laughed, and Blaine brushed a hand against his. "I can't wait to add it to the wall."
"Blaine, Kurt was just telling me you two sang together."
"Yes. We did. Kurt is amazing."
"I wonder." June spoke with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Would you two do a performance for us?"
A few other guests cheered when they heard the suggestion, and some began chanting. Blaine tried to hold them off, but they kept at it.
"Kurt, you don't have to do this." He spoke through his teeth, so no one would see.
"It's okay. I think I can handle it."
"Alright. Fine. You've pestered us into it." Blaine joked with his guests. He led Kurt over to the piano, pushing him by his lower back like he always did. A few flashes went off and he moved his hand.
Mercedes and Sam stared at them. They hadn't heard Kurt sing since high school. They didn't know he still did.
Blaine leaned in and whispered into Kurt's ear. They nodded agreeing on a song and the music started a few moments later. Blaine grinned at all the whooping and hollering, and Kurt blushed. He hadn't performed in front of an audience in a while. And then it was against Blaine and not with him.
Made a wrong turn.
Once or twice.
Dug my way out.
Blood and fire.
He looked over at Blaine leaning against the piano. He gave Kurt a thumbs up.
Bad decisions.
That's alright.
Welcome to my silly life.
The two sung together. Dancing around each other and at the end singing at each other and not the audience. For a while they felt like they were the only two people in the room. At the end when all the clapping erupted, they finally realized they were in fact in front of the very head of the public eye.
Blaine shook his gaze from Kurt and turned to the crowd with a nervous smile. Kurt backed away toward the piano and Blaine seeing this out of the corner of his eye scrambled back and pulled Kurt up front, pushing him in front of everyone and backing away to clap for him. Kurt did an awkward curtsy, before walking off toward the opposite side of the room.
"Thanks everyone. If you liked that I can think of at least one new song you will love. Featuring the vocals of the lovely Kurt Hummel." He winked over at Kurt then answered some questions for a few different reporters as everyone turned back to what they were doing before.
Santana was standing alone by the door a glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other, aggressively clicking through it.
"Hey, Santana?"
"What is it, Hummel?"
"Why is Sebastian not here?" Kurt double checked the room to make sure the meerkat hadn't snuck in unnoticed. "I thought Blaine said he was coming back for tonight."
"I thought it was best he not show up during the swing of things, so he may just be stuck on a plane in the tarmac while the TSA sniffs through everyone on that plane's luggage."
"Did you call in a bomb threat?" Kurt's voice was hushed.
"A magician never reveals her tricks." Santana smiled at him before walking away, pausing first, "Plus I thought you deserved to be here more." She smiled weakly and made her way to a group of businessmen.
"Hunter, how are you?" Santana threw her hands up and her voice went up an octave. Hunter glanced over at Kurt curiously before accepting a hug from Santana.
"I guess you have to be fake to the people that sign your paychecks." Kurt whipped around, and Blaine smiled and offered him a glass of wine. "You were amazing."
"So were you." Kurt clinked glasses with Blaine before taking a sip. They enjoyed each other's company for a few minutes. Talking and laughing like anyone else at the party. Before Santana hurried over.
"We have a problem."
"What is it, Santana?" Blaine rolled his eyes; he just wanted a few uninterrupted minutes of enjoying the party with Kurt.
"Look for yourself." She held her phone up for Kurt and Blaine to read.
The New York Times
Blaine's Mystery Man, Not a Mystery Anymore.
By: Samantha White
Ever since a live chat last week with the ever-loved Blaine Anderson there have been rumors of a mystery man. The man who was holding the camera during the live chat and chuckled at a none too PG joke made by the rockstar. Speculation flooded in, many saying it was Blaine's manager, Sebastian Smythe. The two have a history of romance going back to their days at Dalton Academy in Blaine's hometown. They were rumored to be together after pictures flooded the media of them displaying some major PDA in front of Mr. Anderson's apartment after a night on the town. However, after an evening at Blaine Anderson's private midnight release party of his album out tomorrow, Into the Crazy, the evidence is clear that Sebastian Smythe is not the man behind the camera.
The man we've all been looking for? One Kurt Hummel. Preliminary searches show Mr. Hummel as a competitor of Blaine's in high school show choir. Kurt Hummel singing with the New Directions, a group Ms. Rachel Berry once sang with before her friendship with Mr. Anderson. Aside from that, little else appears. How did this relationship start? It is unclear. What is clear is the chemistry between Blaine and Kurt, sneaking glances across the room at each other, performing a romantic duet, at one point both disappearing from the party to go upstairs at separate times. Could Mr. Hummel be the man behind the camera? Perhaps it doesn't stop at the live chat. This gives us answers to who could have taken the anonymous and personal picture of Blaine Anderson washing dishes in his sweatpants. A picture which is now featured as an album cover.
Have we all misjudged the rockstar and playboy Blaine Anderson? Is he just a sap after all? Only time will tell. See all the juicy evidence below.
Santana flipped through the pictures for them after they had finished reading. Both their jaws hung slack as they sifted through photos showing Blaine looking longingly across the room at Kurt. Another of them brushing fingers as the album cover was revealed. A few pictures of Blaine holding Kurt's lower back then nervously pulling his hand away after looking around the room. There was even a picture of Kurt walking up the stairs to Blaine's room.
"Fuck." Was all Blaine could say. "Kurt I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful."
Kurt just looked around the room in disbelief. He caught sideways glances and people turning away quickly when he laid his eyes upon them.
The elevator dinged behind them and Rachel Berry strode out wearing a pink and blue striped a-line dress.
Santana ran up to her and looped her arm around Rachel's. She leaned in and whispered. "I never thought I would say this, but thank God you're here. Kurt and Blaine are in trouble, pretend Kurt is your date." She leaned back up quickly and nearly pushed Rachel into Kurt.
"Oh my God. Kurt I am so sorry I was late. I promised I would bring you to a Blaine Anderson party and I barely show up." She looped her arm through Kurt's then turned to Blaine. "Thank you for keeping my friend busy until I arrived."
She leaned over and kissed Blaine's cheek. "What's happening?" She pulled back then kissed his other cheek.
"They found out about me and Kurt."
She leaned away smiling and looked over at Kurt. "I'm sorry again for inviting you and not showing up on time. Have I missed anything?"
"Yes. I had the absolute pleasure of singing with Blaine Anderson!" Kurt figured the best way to get through this was to fanboy. Nobody would believe they were an item if he acted like a teenage girl obsessed with a rockstar.
"The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Hummel." Blaine smiled through the unfamiliarity they now had to display to each other. "Now that your date has arrived, I take my leave. It was lovely talking to you." He cringed at the way he talked to Kurt like he was a fan at a signing. That awkward formality he could never get past with strangers.
Rachel and Kurt talked in the corner of the room with Sam and Mercedes. They figured if they all kept to themselves there would be less questions asked. They would assume they were all friends of Rachel's and therefore only there by association.
Just as the press grew less concerned about the apparent relationship between the two boys, the elevator dinged and a very angry Sebastian stormed in. Blaine looked at the elevator doors in horror. No good could come of him being here, especially now that the speculation was out.
Blaine scurried over to where Sebastian was and nearly dragged him upstairs to prevent him from doing something stupid in front of the party goers. He pushed him into the first room on the left. An entertainment room, and swiftly shut the door.
"I was detained for five hours!" He was fuming. The smoke shooting out of his ears nearly visible in the soft glow from the lamps.
"That sucks man. I hate when that happens." Blaine tried to shrug casually. Santana had told him the plan long ago.
"Don't pretend it wasn't the work of you and that bitch, Satan."
"I don't understand how you think we could stop a plane, Seb." Sebastian had told him to act and he planned on it. He would act like he knew nothing about the plane until his dying breath.
"I had plenty of time to read articles while I was waiting." His anger bubbled under the surface allowing his face to show a forced smile. "He's here, isn't he?"
"He's a good friend. I wanted to be surrounded by friends, so I invited him." Another shrug.
"Don't lie to me, Blaine. Dishonesty doesn't suit you." Blaine furrowed his brow at him.
"What do you want Sebastian. Do you want me to go on with my life never finding love or happiness? Always coming home to an empty apartment. Always having people believe that I'm a pig and rude?" He sighed. "Is that what you want for your friend?"
"I thought we weren't friends anymore?"
Blaine walked away from the door as he raised his voice. "I tried so hard to be what you wanted, and it didn't work. Why couldn't you have just dropped it? Is this really all about sales and money?"
"Of course not, you idiot!" Sebastian stepped closer to Blaine, towering over him and breathing in the smell of his gel.
"Then why are you doing this?"
"Because I want you back." Sebastian's anger released, and he sank.
"You want me back?" All the anger that left Sebastian seeped into Blaine as he thought back to all the horrible things Sebastian had asked of him. "Why would you have me hook up with a bunch of strangers if you wanted me for yourself?"
"Because I knew you didn't feel the same way. I figured it would be easier to watch you hook up with strangers than fall in love with someone else." Blaine's eyes bore into Sebastian's.
"Do you love me?" Blaine asked through his teeth. His fists at his side, holding all the tension in.
"Yes."
Blaine turned and walked to the door, placing a hand over the knob before turning back. "Dishonesty doesn't suit you." He slammed the door behind him, leaving without another word.
It was 11:45 when Blaine hopped up the stairs, so he was a foot above everyone else.
"If I could have everyone's attention please." He spoke loudly as everyone quieted down, shushing each other and turning their attention toward the rockstar.
"Thank you. It's just 15 minutes until the album is officially out. I just wanted to take another moment to thank everyone who could make it to this party, it means the world to me to see you all here in support of me and everyone who made this album possible. I would like to take a moment to say a special thanks to my PR director Santana Lopez, that gorgeous lady in red over there. Wave hello, Santana." He paused as everyone turned to get a good look at her.
"Santana is the one that redirected the theme of this album. For that I am forever grateful. I would of course like to thank the recording expert Wes, who couldn't make it tonight. Thank you, Hunter Clarington for signing me to your label." Blaine waved at Hunter who nodded back at him. He took a huge breath in and went silent for a moment.
Blaine thought about everything Sebastian had said. The things he had done to him because he supposedly loved him. He thought about Kurt, trusting him despite everything, pulling him in from the balcony when he was drunk and stupid. He looked around his apartment at all of his favorite records on the wall. At how comfortable the furniture looked. He smiled at the Deathly Hallow lamp on the table. Beside the lamp was a full wine glass and beside the glass was Kurt, smiling up at him. Blaine stared at Kurt until Kurt became concerned. Realizing he had been silent for a minute and everyone was staring at him, he shook out of his reverie.
"I have told you this album is unlike all my others. I think it's time I tell you why. You have all seen Blaine Anderson, the Rockstar, out at clubs," Blaine cringed, "throwing up on bouncers, and having a general disregard for humanity. That's who you all see. I wrote this album for someone that sees past that."
Blaine locked his eyes on Kurt and kept speaking. "If I'm inspired by something, I write a song about it. You can imagine how inspiring this person must be if I managed to write an entire album about them."
The crowd was shifting uncomfortably, they wanted more. They wanted a name.
"I want with every part of my soul to tell you who this album is for, but I think you all know deep down who it is. If you don't, you will just believe what you want. It hasn't stopped you before. I want to make one thing absolutely clear." He swallowed the bile in his throat at the thought of Sebastian. "It is not Sebastian Smythe. You may all believe that picture that's been circulating shows you that we are back together, but I assure you that picture is nothing but a sad, pathetic man doing everything he can to keep the person he supposedly loves so much from living a life they enjoy."
Everyone started scribbling furiously at notepads, word for word what Blaine had just said about Sebastian.
"If it's alright with you. Before we play the new album, I would just like to read the dedication."
Blaine cleared his throat and held up a scrap of paper.
"To my love. The one who showed me that no matter how much I push myself away and believe what everyone says, I'm not alone. I hope if nothing else will, that this album shows you how much you mean to me and how much you have become a part of me. Perhaps, my favorite part of me. Please know that every single song is for you. With love, Cupcake Nipples.
Half the room was in tears the other half was giggling at cupcake nipples. At first no one saw the flash of a person running across the room. Blaine's head was hung looking down at the scrap of paper listening to the reaction everyone had to him pouring his heart out.
He was surprised to feel a hand on his chin, he looked up weakly, all of his energy lost in keeping it together in front of Sebastian then the press. He was shocked even more than the reporters when Kurt mouthed to him, "Bring on the crazy." Then pressed his lips into Blaine's, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him in close. Blaine fell into it smiling, letting the tears roll. Suddenly the first song on his album started playing overhead and he laughed.
"Perfect." He whispered into Kurt's neck. Flashes were going off left and right and people were cheering. Yet they once again felt like they were the only two people in the room.