The fans of New York calmed down about Blaine and Kurt's relationship rather quickly. It only took a few times leaving the building together with Jeff nearby until the crazed fans had finally decided to give them their space.
The effort was helped by Blaine's willingness to sign autographs and take pictures with fans, in the hopes that their appetite for him would be sated and they would leave him alone.
Kurt watched happily as Blaine spoke with his fans. Jeff stood close to Kurt as Blaine hung around a group of teenagers. He signed autographs for a few girls and took a photo with a young man. "Are you guys coming to the homecoming concert in New York?"
"OH MY GOD YES!" It's all I asked for for Christmas and my parents got me a ticket I'm so excited."
"Sweet I will see you guys there. But I have to go I've been keeping my date waiting too long."
"BYE! Oh my God bye Kurt. We love you guys!" The teenagers screamed at them as Blaine rejoined Kurt and Jeff on their way to Blaine's apartment.
"Wow only 3 this time. The numbers are dwindling." Kurt laughed as he looked over at a drained Blaine.
"I think I have spoken with, signed something for, or taken a picture with every Blaine Anderson fan in Manhattan."
"Good then there will be none left to bother us."
"I'm sorry to keep leaving you like this." Blaine held his hand and squeezed.
"Don't be. I love watching you talk to your fans. You come alive. They inspire you just as much as you inspire them, I can tell." Kurt squeezed his hand back.
"You're the best." Blaine laughed kissing him as they got on the elevator. Leaving Jeff behind in the lobby. "Thanks, Jeff have a good night." Blaine yelled as the doors started to close.
The elevator man stood uncomfortably still as Blaine and Kurt got closer and closer together. Kurt was starting to feel bad for the man. The couple hardly got any privacy when they were out so the second they were in Blaine's building or Kurt's stairwell they were ready to be alone together.
"Blaine." Kurt growled. Pushing Blaine off his neck and gesturing at the man in the elevator.
"Fine." Blaine pouted placing one last kiss on his neck before removing himself from Kurt's space.
They waved goodnight to the elevator man watching the doors close inch by inch. The second they were sealed they were on each other. Blaine pinned Kurt down to the ground and stretched his arms above him along the shag rug.
"I am going to miss you so much while I'm in LA." Blaine was animalistic in his kissing. He was tasting every part of Kurt like he might forget by the next time they saw each other.
"I will miss you too." Kurt laughed at the ticklish parts that Blaine's tongue was gliding across. "But I know you and Sam will have fun together. He is very excited to go."
"I don't want to talk about LA right now. I want to talk about why we are still wearing clothes." Blaine unbuttoned the collar of Kurt's shirt with his teeth.
"What time do you leave tomorrow morning?"
"Flight is at 9." Blaine breathed.
"Oh that gives us plenty of time." Kurt grinned and flipped Blaine onto the floor below him and grinded his hips into his.
"You're going to torture me."
"I want you to remember every detail. So when you are alone in your hotel room each night, all you will be able to think about is me."
"Oh God." Blaine rolled his eyes back and Kurt could feel against his leg what he was doing to Blaine.
"Just like that." He leaned down and kissed Blaine, reaching between them and stroking. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to come to LA with us."
"Tell me what you want me to do to you tonight." Kurt sighed, unbuttoning Blaine's jeans.
Blaine pressed up toward Kurt, "I want to make love to you slowly." He nipped at Kurt's ear before whispering into it. "I want to feel every part of you and remember every last detail of tonight." He pressed a kiss to the earlobe. "Like it's my last night to live."
Kurt smiled and stood, taking his clothes off piece by piece as Blaine watched reclined against his own arm. He knelt down and removed Blaine's pants. He slid his body up and pulled on Blaine's bowtie with his teeth. Once it came loose, he tossed it behind him. He pulled his sweater off then unbuttoned the shirt beneath.
Blaine looked at Kurt's skin, pale in the faint glow from the moon. "Stay like this for a minute." He reached out and touched Kurt's arm sliding his fingers down his bicep. "Beautiful."
Kurt flushed and turned away. He laid against Blaine's body and kissed him slowly. Their lips took the time to mold around each other. After a minute there were small bites sunk into lips and tongues sliding across teeth.
Blaine rolled Kurt onto his back and slipped a hand down his front. They watched as it palmed over his erection then made its way between his legs. Kurt tilted his head back against the rug baring his neck. Blaine pressed kisses against his Adam's apple then along his collar bone.
Kurt's back was arching each time Blaine came in contact with him. The softness of the singer's lips against his skin was enough to set him off but he wanted to cherish every second he had remaining with Blaine before he left.
Blaine was breathing hot puffs of air on Kurt's chest when Kurt chuckled.
"What?" Blaine rolled his eyes up at Kurt and grinned.
"You're Blaine Anderson and we are about to make love."
"Are you having a fanboy moment?"
"I used to have a poster of you on my wall."
"I want to pin you up against a wall." Blaine stretched Kurt's arms above his head and rubbed his crotch against Kurt's.
"My life has changed so much in such a short amount of time."
Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt softly on the lips before going back to aggressively kissing his neck. Blaine nearly ripped his and Kurt's boxers off. He moaned as he rubbed against Kurt.
"My favorite sound." Kurt marveled.
Blaine glanced at Kurt through his eyelashes before wriggling up and leaning into his ear. "Do you mean this sound." He put more force into his hips and moaned again.
Kurt whimpered at the feeling it gave him. He was trying desperately not to get too worked up over Blaine's voice alone.
Blaine laughed and Kurt saw his eyes light up, the grooves of amber trickling through his large irises.
"I have an idea." Blaine reached over Kurt's head and grabbed his unstrung bowtie. He carefully wrapped it around Kurt's eyes.
"Uh. What are you doing?" Kurt reached out and grabbed at Blaine's face.
"I want to try something. Are you okay with this? Just let me know if you want help taking it off."
Kurt just nodded, not entirely sure how he felt about the situation. As long as Blaine didn't take him into a creepy sex dungeon, he figured he would be okay.
All Kurt could see with his eyes open were little slivers of moonlight from above the bowtie. He decided to just close them instead of trying to figure out what Blaine was doing.
Blaine shifted off Kurt, rolling completely to the side. This shocked him, he figured blindfolding Kurt meant he was planning on something a little more intimate.
"Blaine?" Kurt felt around. He slapped his arms out to the side and still didn't find Blaine.
"I'm right here." The voice came in a silky wave directly to his ear. A warm exhale on "here" tickled a few hairs behind Kurt's earlobe.
"What are you doing? Where did you go?"
This time the voice sounded in the other ear, just as silky though this time it had a mischievous edge. "I bet I can finish you off without ever touching you." Blaine chuckled softly.
"And how do you plan on making that happen?" Kurt was smiling. Blaine was amazing and gorgeous, but his ego was getting a little ahead of itself.
"With your favorite sound."
"You're just going to talk?" Kurt was incredulous. Their last night together for a while and they were going to talk while Kurt lay blindfolded on the floor.
"Among other things." Kurt could hear the proud head tilt that accompanied Blaine's statement.
"Okay." The way it came out was meant to sound disbelieving, but Kurt was pondering all the possibilities this might lead to. So it sounded more yearning.
"Let's get started, shall we?" Kurt giggled at the excitement in his boyfriend's tone.
"So what? Are you just going to sing to me or something?" Kurt shrugged and folded his arms across his chest. Ready to make Blaine's plan fail miserably so they could go back to what they were doing before.
"If you came every time I sang, I would have to quit my job." Kurt felt Blaine's arms above his pulling them apart and placing them flat against the rug. "Here are your rules: Keep the blindfold on. Don't try touching me. And absolutely no touching yourself."
Kurt swallowed nervously as the air around his head grew still. He was pretty sure Blaine was lying above him. He could feel heat beside his ear but nowhere else. He tried to picture where he was so he wouldn't have to rely on his other senses too much. He wanted to win and that meant dulling his sense of hearing.
Unfortunately for him, it was at the moment that he decided he needed to focus on other things that he heard Blaine. He was just breathing in Kurt's ear. It was harder than his usual breath. Kurt could feel the air beside him suck into Blaine's mouth then release onto Kurt. He pictured Blaine's lips parted and wet from his tongue.
Kurt shook his head and focused back in on placing himself in the room. He rubbed the carpet with his hands to force feeling on his palms.
Blaine's breathing turned into soft muttering. The muttering was broken up with soft groans. Kurt turned a blind eye to the noise. He rubbed his hands harder against the faux fur, trying to cause some heat. Bringing blood to literally any other part of his body.
Soon Blaine was moaning. Just the way he had when Kurt had commented on it. Kurt rolled his eyes under the bowtie. "If you really think you can get me to finish just by making it sound like you do when we have sex then you are sorely mistaken."
Blaine didn't have a snarky response, which worried Kurt. He imagined Blaine must be smiling and rolling his eyes like he always did when Kurt proved him wrong.
The lack of response from Blaine was actually starting to worry Kurt. He listened as best he could to hear where Blaine was. All he heard was the choked moaning of his lover.
Kurt hated to admit that the sound was having a pretty strong effect on him. He was aching to grab himself or Blaine or anything. He just wanted physical contact, but per Blaine's rules, he left his hands at his sides. He wove his fingers through the fur rug and tightened his grip.
After a few more moans, that lead the way into outright grunts of Kurt's name, Kurt put the pieces together and his face flushed.
"Blaine, are you touching yourself?"
He turned his head a few different directions hoping to hear or feel some indication of what Blaine was doing. All he received was a little laugh that turned back into breathless moans.
Kurt gripped the rug tighter when he realized what Blaine was doing. Blaine's breath was directly aimed at Kurt's ear now. Kurt was quivering from the targeted contact.
Suddenly Blaine's forehead was pressed against Kurt's temple. Kurt could feel the beads of sweat dribbling down his lover's face. Blaine was whispering Kurt's name over and over, pausing to bite his lip and grunt a little.
Kurt was holding the carpet like his life depended on it. His back was arching and wanted desperately to touch Blaine. To touch himself. He held true to his word and just let his toes curl up and down. Kurt heard one last grunt from Blaine and his head was pressed into the side of Kurt's neck. It took one last breath from Blaine's lips and it was over for Kurt.
Kurt was trying to catch his breath and Blaine traced his nose along the curve of Kurt's neck to his shoulder and kissed him.
"I told you I could do it."
"Are you just going to pretend that your face up against mine didn't do it in the end?"
"Let me have my moment."
Kurt let Blaine tug the bowtie off his eyes and he smiled at the shimmering golden eyes peering down at him.
Kurt returned to Blaine with hash browns from the airport McDonalds it was all that was open this early and despite the grease seeping through the packages, he thought they could use the carbs.
Blaine was taking pictures of Kurt approaching him with the McDonalds bag. "Please don't post those, everyone will think I'm fattening you up, so they won't want you anymore or something."
"No these are just for me." Blaine snickered and took a hash brown from Kurt.
"Do you have a secret kink for guys that bring you food?"
"Doesn't everybody?" Blaine's duh face made Kurt laugh. "I'm going to miss that laugh." Blaine sighed.
"You're going to LA for three days, it's not like I'm dying or something." Kurt put his free hand on Blaine's shoulder and squeezed. "We will survive."
"Speaking of which. Please stay with Jeff, don't try to lose him in the crowd he told me you tried to do that at the grocery store the other day."
"Snitch." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Kurt, please. Don't make me worry while I'm all the way across the country."
"Fine I will stay on Jeff's leash."
"Wanky." Santana strode up behind their seats rolling her oversized luggage. She plopped down in the seat beside Blaine and took the hash brown he was putting up to his mouth. "Where's blondie? Our flight is in an hour and we still have security to go through."
Kurt frowned at Santana's rudeness and gave Blaine his hash brown.
"Mercedes said they were stuck in traffic." Kurt stated. "Which probably means they are making out in the backseat of the cab pulled to the curb of the airport.
"Not a bad idea." Blaine mumbled.
"Keep it in your pants, Anderson. You need to be focused this weekend. You have the movie premier tonight, Ellen tomorrow, then your concert on Saturday. And don't forget the meet and greets and signings. It's a jam-packed schedule so try not to pop a boner thinking about Lady Hummel because you won't have enough time to walk it off between events."
Blaine just groaned. He had gotten used to Santana's less than lovable way of speaking, but he hated when she talked like that in front of Kurt. Even if the things she was saying were true.
"Sorry, I'm a little late guys. It's just we couldn't get a cab, then, then the cab we did get got stuck in traffic and—" Sam was rambling and trying to catch his breath.
Kurt and Blaine just chuckled at him.
"What? What's so funny?" He stared at them; his face covered in pink lipstick marks.
"Nothing, man. You and Santana can go ahead, I'll meet up with you in a minute." Blaine waved them toward the gates.
"Promise you will be good in LA. No crazy parties. No throwing up on bouncers. And no drunkenly climbing fire escapes, especially since none of them are mine." Kurt smiled and pressed his face close to Blaine's.
"I promise. Though as you mentioned last night, I will probably spend all my free time in my hotel room thinking of you." Blaine pushed his hips into Kurt's as they hugged.
"I will see you in three days and five hours."
"See you soon." Kurt grinned, kissing him then pulling away before it got too intense. He didn't want to make Blaine miss his flight. Well he did, but he knew he shouldn't.
He pulled his phone out and snapped a picture of Blaine carrying his duffel bag toward the gate. He opened Twitter, scrolled past the tweet Blaine had made with the picture of Kurt bringing him McDonalds, and groaned.
KurtHummel: Sad I won't see him for a while, but the view of him leaving makes things better. *peach emoji*
*Attached Photo*
Kurt laughed and headed out of the airport checking the comments as he went.
AndersonArmy: Bless the Lord for KurtHummel. Fanboy first, BlaineAnderson 's boyfriend second. Let us live vicariously through you!
TheEllenShow: We are so excited to have BlaineAnderson on tomorrow. Thanks for letting us borrow him KurtHummel!
Daltonboyswife: You are hilarious. Blaine booty pics for the win! #KlaineisLife
Kurt was happy to see that the comments he had seen the first night were slowing dropping off, either he was winning them over with his cute behind the scenes pictures and videos of Blaine or the haters were frightened off by the die-hard Klaine fans. He was a little frightened by the aggression with which people shipped him and Blaine, but he was glad there were people keeping an eye out for them.
Blaine hadn't had a chance to call Kurt last night because of the time difference and he was really feeling the loss. He had a tried a call earlier, but Kurt must have been working. He sat on the couch in his dressing room at Ellen's studio and stared at his phone.
Sam was busy poking everything and asking Blaine questions. "Do you think there are secret cameras in here? Is someone going to pop out and scare you like Taylor Swift? Oh my gosh that would be so funny!"
"I don't know Sam; I've never been here before."
Sam turned and frowned at Blaine who was still staring at his phone.
"You're about to go on live TV, you need to cheer up." Sam walked over and punched Blaine's shoulder before plopping down next to him.
"Remember that scene in the movie last night. The one where Iron Man was making—"
"Sam, I'm sorry I just need a minute. Do you mind waiting in the other room. I think I'm going to try giving Kurt a call again."
"Okay." Sam's face drooped, and he left Blaine's dressing room to meander the halls.
A few minutes after Sam left, Blaine's phone vibrated with a text.
Kurt: Good luck on Ellen. Go charm everyone's pants off I know you can! I love you and miss you dearly.
Kurt: A kiss for good luck. *Attached Photo*
Blaine smiled at the picture Kurt had sent of his lips in a pout. He took a closer look, If he wasn't at The Lima Bean why hadn't he answered the calls?
Before Blaine could look closer in the background, the stage manager knocked and told him it was about time to go on. Blaine tucked his phone away, checked his gel in the mirror, and followed the man out. He looked around to see where Sam had gone off to but couldn't find him.
Blaine stood just behind the stage entry as he listened for his cue. He looked up at the screen and listened to Ellen do an intro.
"Now our guest today is one of my favorite additions to the gay community. An amazing singer. A wonderful dancer. And I know what you're thinking. But no, it's not me. It's Blaine Anderson!"
Blaine stepped around and walked onto the stage smiling and waving. He jogged over to Ellen and stuck his hand out to shake hers, she pulled him into a hug. "Come on. We hug here." She laughed. He gladly hugged back.
"Wow. Thank you." He waited for the screaming to die down. "Thanks so much," It continued and he raised his voice a little to make it stop. "It's so great to be here guys seriously. Wow Ellen." He gestured his hands up and down her. "I am on The Ellen Show."
She laughed and pointed to the loveseat across from her to sit. He obliged, smiling at the people still screaming in the crowd.
"Jeez too bad you don't have any fans in the audience today."
"I know right. It's so quiet around here." The fans catching their sarcasm finally quieted down.
"Well Blaine, as everyone heard, people are pretty excited about you."
"Hah. I guess so. It still feels a little weird."
"So you have a new album out."
"I do yes." Blaine nodded and smiled at the few whoops that came from the crowd.
"Into the crazy is the name of it and from what I understand this is a pretty important album to you." Ellen smiled over at him waiting for him to elaborate the story.
"It is very important to me. Every song on the album I wrote for and about my boyfriend Kurt."
"Amazing. And you and Kurt just let the world know about you guys like a week ago. If we can pull up the—oh there we go." Ellen pointed up at the screen behind them and the photo Blaine had posted of Kurt laying on him was up. "Now at first there seemed to be quite a bit of backlash."
"Yeah. I was a little sad to see how people responded to it. I know the image I had before this picture wasn't of a saint by any means, but it seemed like many people didn't like the idea of me falling in love."
"They must not have heard the album, because I think it made you better."
"I agree." Blaine smiled weakly as Ellen gave him a knowing look.
"Now here is what you posted yesterday as you had to leave Kurt for LA." Blaine looked up at the tweet on the screen. It was the photo of Kurt bringing him McDonalds.
BlaineAnderson: I'm going to miss your sleepy smile and you bringing me food.
*Attached Photo*
He laughed. "He actually told me not to post that because fans might think he was fattening me up so they wouldn't want me."
"Well I don't think that's possible." Ellen commented. She sat at the edge of her seat and put a hand on his arm as it lay across the armrest. "I must say that I am truly touched by your guys' relationship. Not only is it a Cinderella story but it is a Cinderella story for the LGBTQ+ community."
"Thank you. I'm glad we inspired a few people through our love."
"I'm sure you miss him very much."
"I do. Yeah." Blane looked down at his shoes. They were dark brown suede, Kurt had picked them out for him.
"Well. We got you a gift. You're here in LA for another day. You have a big concert tomorrow. We here at The Ellen Show thought you could use some company which is why we got you a boyfriend pillow."
"What?" His eyes wrinkled as he laughed, suddenly there was a pillow arm around his neck, he looked down at the body of it. "Kurt actually has a shirt just like this." Blaine giggled. He looked up at Ellen who was smiling mischievously.
He looked at the crowd full of people staring at him expectantly. He finally turned around to see who had put the boyfriend pillow on him. "Oh my God, Kurt!" He hopped over the back of the loveseat and wrapped his arms around him. "What are you doing here?"
Ellen stood and clapped. "Your story has inspired so many people, and since your entire album is about Kurt, we decided to fly him out here to be on the show with you."
"Thank you so much!" Blaine was still hugging Kurt who was nervously blushing at the amount of attention he was receiving on TV.
Kurt kindly pushed him away and pointed at the loveseat. They sat nearly on top of each other, holding hands as Ellen went back to talking.
"Well I would like to formally welcome both of you to the show. Kurt, I spoke with you a little before and you were telling me about how this came to be."
"Yeah as I was telling Ellen we meant while Blaine was harassing me at my workplace."
"I was not harassing you."
"Oh please. He showed up everyday and always ordered his drink with a cheeky smile."
"It worked."
"Eventually." Kurt gently elbowed him in the rib.
"Now all the Klaine shippers are obsessed with the fact that you are an absolute fanboy. Did you recognize Blaine when he was hitting on you at work?"
"He was disguised for the paparazzi but yes I did."
"And your first thought upon having Blaine Anderson flirt with you was, I'm gonna give this guy a hard time."
Blaine coughed to cover up a chuckle at the phrasing. Kurt squeezed his hand and said. "Well let's just say he had a reputation."
"That reputation has been brought up many times. We are all still a little unclear as to what happened at the midnight release party."
Kurt looked over at Blaine to see what he should say.
"Reputation is created and molded by the media. I am who I am and who I am is a man absolutely and unashamedly in love with Kurt Hummel." Blaine smiled longingly at him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Aren't they adorable?" Ellen smiled, "So how long did it take to write the songs for the album."
"About ten days."
Ellen shook her head incredibly. "You wrote twelve songs in ten days."
"Yep."
"Were you just procrastinating or…?"
"I just hadn't found my muse yet." He smiled again at Kurt.
"Well anyone out there who wants a chance with Blaine Anderson. It looks like your time is up." Ellen laughed. Okay we're going to go to commercial real quick but when we get back the three of us are going to play a little game. She tapped her fingers together villainously.
"Oh no." Kurt giggled.
"We're clear!" A voice shouted from the cameras.
Ellen moved her jaw around and turned to the boys, smiling at each other and holding hands still.
"When did you know you would be coming here?" Blaine asked incredulously.
"I got a call from the show about a week ago."
"You've known for a week!" He tried to drop his jaw in shock, but he was smiling too much.
"I must say you guys are on screen and off the cutest couple ever." Ellen piped up from her chair.
"Thank you so much for surprising me like this, Ellen. My friend Sam thought someone was going to jump out at me, but this is way better." Ellen just winked at him and turned back toward the cameras as the countdown began.
"Okay welcome back. We still have the ever so charming Blaine Anderson and his witty and adorable boyfriend Kurt Hummel with us and we are going to play a good old-fashioned game of truth or dare." She looked over at them. "Are you guys ready?" They scooted apart and Kurt whimpered.
"I'm scared."
"You should be, we're starting with you." She leaned closer to Kurt. "Truth or Dare, Kurt."
"Truth." He answered without hesitation.
"Coward." Blaine joked from the other side of the couch.
"Since you see this star when he's performing and when he's just at home being himself, you can give us an honest answer. What is the most annoying thing Blaine Anderson does?"
He looked nervously at Blaine and bit his lip. "I would have to say singing his songs in the shower. I mean I have to hear them all day on the radio. Give it a break."
Blaine looked over at him shocked then made eye contact with the camera as it zoomed in on his reaction. "I feel so attacked right now."
"Ooo claws are out from the start." Ellen cackled. "Okay Blaine. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
Ellen smiled. "We did some research on your man Kurt here. And it turns out that he was in a show choir just like you were. We found some interesting footage of a solo during a performance of Jackson 5's ABC. Roll the tape." Ellen shouted and seeing what she'd pulled up Kurt buried his face in his hands.
A video of Kurt doing a split in the air then pushing through two girls and rolling his hips as he sang, "Sit down girl I think I love ya," played on the screen.
"I was actually there that day. I kind of remember this." Blaine laughed. He wished he had known Kurt when they were in high school.
"Well now that we've seen Kurt has the moves. Let's see some from you."
"You want me to dance."
"Oh no lover boy, give Kurt a little show."
"Ellen, this is network television." Blaine stated scandalized, throwing a hand over his heart for added effect.
Kurt chuckled with his face still buried in his hands. "Is it over yet?" Blaine stood and removed the gray cardigan he was wearing over a white button up.
"Oh cardigan is coming off."
"Oh gosh." Kurt squeezed his eyes shut harder.
Blaine moved his hands out of the way and slid a finger under his chin pulling it up. He pointed to his eyes then Kurt's and gave him a seductive look. "Please don't give me a lap dance I used my last bills in a vending machine."
Blaine tried not to break his serious face with a laugh. Pony by Ginuwine started playing and he nearly lost it again. He put his arms above his head and cycloned his body, turning all the way around before twerking back toward Kurt.
"This can't be legal." Kurt held his hands up to shield his face from Blaine's ass. Ellen was bent over laughing as Blaine shook his butt onto Kurt's hands. The music stopped and Blaine kept going until he backed too far and tripped over Kurt's feet landing him on Kurt's lap.
"Oh hello. Didn't see you there."
"You are ridiculous." Kurt laughed pushing him back to his side of the couch.
Ellen started to move on to the next thing, but Blaine waved his hands to stop her. "Woah woah. Don't think you can get off that easy. Truth or Dare Ellen?" He grinned at her and she gave in.
"Fine I choose dare."
Kurt and Blaine bent their heads together, looking over at her a few times and squinting to make her worry.
"I'm nervous. They look like they are devising an evil plan."
The two finally sat back up straight and looked at her. "Okay." Kurt said. "Ellen we dare you to give away a copy of Into the Crazy to everyone in the audience today."
The people in the studio went absolutely insane and Kurt and Blaine smiled up at them.
"Ooo that's a good one. Alright fine. I accept your dare. You all can get your free copy of Into the Crazy on your way out." She smiled over at the boys. "After this commercial break we will have a few more minutes to spend with Blaine and Kurt as Blaine gives a lovely performance. See you back in a bit."
The man yelled cut again and everyone visibly relaxed. It's not that they were nervous to be there, you just always felt like you needed to be on and careful when there was a camera trained at you. Kurt, however, was actually nervous.
"Hey are you okay?" Blaine rubbed his arm.
"Yeah, just a lot of attention from a lot of people."
"They love you Kurt," Ellen smiled at him as a woman powdered her nose.
"Okay." He said unconvinced and Blaine kissed his hand.
"They really do, but not as much as I love you." A few of the women in the front row awed at them and Kurt and Blaine laughed.
The cameras started rolling again a minute later, everyone was back to their good posture and smiles.
"Alright we are back with Blaine and Kurt and I do believe Blaine is going to treat us to a little something." Blaine winked at the camera seductively and Kurt pushed his face, so it was turned the other way.
"Not like that." Blaine laughed and stood, walking over to the piano.
He sat and adjusted the microphone as he spoke into it, "I would like to dedicate this as always to my beautiful fans but also to my one and only Kurt. Who taught me that all it takes to be myself is to listen to my heart and that all it takes to be Katy Perry is tight pants and a cupcake bra." The crowd laughed and Kurt knelt on the loveseat, his arms resting on the back staring at Blaine.
He started playing the piano and looked up at Kurt as he sang.
You think I'm pretty without any makeup on.
You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down
Dooown
Before you met me, I was alright, but things were kind of heavy
You brought me to life now every February
You'll be my valentine
Valentine
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets. Just love.
We can dance until we die
You and I will be young forever
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back.
Kurt listened as Blaine's voice cracked and he watched tears fall down his eyes. Kurt's smile turned as Blaine tried to push through, but it was over, he was nearly sobbing. Kurt hopped off the couch and ran over to him. Sliding onto the bench next to him and pulling him into a hug.
"I'm sorry. I just can't believe you're here."
"On Ellen?"
"In my life."
The audience could just barely hear them as they whispered, their microphones pressed against each other's clothing.
The camera panned over to Ellen who was sitting in her chair her eyes filled with tears as well. She realized the camera was on her and she stood and walked over to Kurt and Blaine at the piano.
"This has been a truly moving episode. Thank you, Kurt and Blaine for being here. We all love you and we know how much you love each other. There's one last surprise before we go." Ellen paused and Blaine lifted his head to look up at her the tears just now drying out of his eyes.
Just then something grabbed his sides and growled. Blaine turned flinging his arms out to shield Kurt, "Jesus Christ! Oh Sam. Fu(Bleep)" Kurt laughed and buried his head in Blaine's neck. Ellen clapped as Blaine punched Sam, who was dressed as a devil, repeatedly in the arm.
"Alright that's it for today's show. One last round of applause for Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel!" She led the applause that lasted long after the stage manager yelled cut. Blaine hopped off the stage and gave hugs out to a few of the audience members in the front row while Kurt and Sam made their way backstage. Both excited they had been on the show. Sam rambling on about convincing Ellen to let him scare Blaine. Ellen stayed out until Blaine was finished and walked with him backstage.
She put an arm around Kurt and Blaine. "You guys that was absolutely beautiful. I'm so glad I was able to bring Kurt here so the world could witness what you guys have between you." She let them go but kept Blaine close to whisper to him. "If you want my team to pull down any videos of your performance, I can have them do that."
"No, keep them up. I'm sick of hiding who I am." She smiled at him and patted his back. "Blaine Anderson, I hope to see you again."
"I look forward to it." They grinned at each other and hugged before Ellen went back to her office and Blaine went to his dressing room to find Kurt and Sam.
"Alright so I just have a signing out in the lobby in a few minutes." He looked at Sam with his eyes narrowed.
"I think I'm going to go look at stuff I'm probably not supposed to."
"Don't get in trouble." Kurt yelled after him as he walked out of the room.
Blaine ran toward Kurt on the couch and threw himself in Kurt's arms. Kurt ran his hands through Blaine's gelled back curls and whispered. "That was a heartbreakingly beautiful performance."
"My voice cracked."
"I think everyone will forgive you." Kurt teared up remembering Blaine's inability to make it through the song.
"Just having you here with me—" Blaine broke and bit back a sob, "God I'm a mess."
"That's one of the reasons I love you." They stayed in each other's arms until Sam opened the door.
"Sorry, but Santana sent me in. She said you have 3 minutes before she comes in to get you herself." Sam looked frightened. Blaine knew that face, he was late to sign CDs. He grabbed Kurt and dragged him through the door.
They were halfway down the hall when Blaine turned, "Come on, Sam."
Sam grinned and ran after them. After spending a whole day unsure of where he was and wasn't allowed to be it was nice to be invited along somewhere.
The three of them met Santana at the door to the lobby.
"Okay, luckily it's a relatively small crowd since it's just the audience and not everybody in a twenty-mile radius. So, it shouldn't take too long." She tossed Blaine a few markers and opened the door shoving him and Kurt out to the table. "You can stay with me, blondie."
"Aw I want to help." Sam mumbled.
"Fine. You can stand out there and take pictures for people to expedite the process."
"Sweet." Sam pumped his fist and ran out to stand beside the table. He took up the position of a secret service agent and Blaine laughed at him.
The lady keeping the line organized moved the rope. "Alright who's first." She asked in the monotone voice of an intern that has to deal with this every day.
"Hello!" Blaine grinned at the two women standing in front of the table. "What are your names?"
"I'm Lily and that's Jenny."
"Those are pretty names." They giggled but didn't say anything. "So Lily and Jenny what are your favorite songs?"
"Foolish Thing!" Lily blurted.
"Not Alone from your first album is still my favorite." Jenny admitted.
"That's my favorite too." Kurt spoke up. The girl blushed and smiled at him.
"Can we get a picture with you two?" The first girl asked shyly.
"Of course, we would love to."
"You want me in it?" Kurt was surprised.
"Of course," Jenny smiled at him, "You are one half of Klaine." Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt up from his chair as Sam took the girls' phones.
"Okay smile." Sam held the camera up and Blaine smiled with all his teeth as Kurt smiled at him. The girls grabbed their signed CDs and cameras and ran away giggling.
Kurt laughed. "Well this is weird."
"I told you they love you."
"Do you really want me in all these pictures from the signings?"
"It will make the pictures far more attractive." As Blaine winked at him a young man approached. He was in his late teens and nervously holding his CD.
"Hey. What's your name?"
"Uh. My name is Evan."
"Well Evan. Did you like the show?"
"It was awesome. I love Ellen. And you guys are great." He smiled still breathing kind of heavy. Blaine thanked him for being a fan and made to hand back the CD. "I was wondering if it isn't a problem. If you could sign it too, Kurt?"
"You want me to sign it?" Kurt raised an eyebrow. He understood pictures, but this was Blaine's CD, sure his voice was on it, but Kurt's signature meant nothing.
"You both have been such an inspiration. I saw a video from the midnight release party. When you ran up to comfort Blaine even though it leaked your secret. It makes me want to finally come out to my family."
Blaine passed Kurt the CD and a marker, smiling at him. Kurt was making an impact for his kindness and Blaine couldn't be happier. He stood and walked around the table. He handed Sam his phone and Kurt joined them upon Blaine's insistence.
Sam took a picture for Blaine then another one on Evan's phone. Blaine hugged him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Courage, Evan. Accept yourself and others will follow." Evan hugged him again and Kurt hugged him as well.
"Thank you both for everything." Evan scurried away clutching his CD and phone and Kurt stared after him. They had done that. That boy was going to come out because of him and Blaine. Blaine smiled over at Kurt knowing they were thinking the same thing.
The line progressed similarly. Blaine signing each CD. Kurt signing a few that requested it. Though he was still flabbergasted each time someone asked him. Almost everyone wanted him in their picture. Sam was excitedly taking on the role of personal photographer even commenting on the particularly sparkly phone cases.
About halfway through, the line was paused so Blaine could go pee. Kurt followed him out to grab water. They stood back there in silence just taking a breath for a few moments before walking back through the door to an outburst of screams.
The line started back up again and towards the end of the crowd the questions and requests got weirder. They had more time to think about things apparently. Blaine was more than willing to take an array of strange pictures with fans. A couple middle aged women handed the two men plastic forks and told them to pose like they were in American Gothic.
Blaine pushed his triangle eyebrows so far down his eyes hurt after. A very young girl asked if Blaine would stand in the middle while Kurt and her each kissed a cheek. Blaine was smitten by the tiny tutu wearing girl. He squatted down and Sam took a picture as her and Kurt kissed his face. He stood back up and she hugged his leg, Kurt laughed as he nearly melted leaning down to hug her back.
She asked him to pick her up so she could tell him a secret, he held her up against his hip and Kurt quickly pulled his phone out to take a picture of Blaine chuckling as she told him he was her favorite singer in his ear.
"Okay Barbara, it's time to go. Leave Blaine Anderson alone."
Her mom gave her a strict look and she frowned. Before Blaine set her down, he whispered back, "Psst. I have a secret too. You're my favorite little fan." She smiled excitedly and slid out of his arms running over to her mom to tell her the news. Blaine smiled as he watched her run away.
"She was a cutie." Kurt walked back around the table.
"She sure was." Blaine followed him and sat back at his chair. He grinned at Kurt and Kurt looked sideways at him.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just thinking." He turned back to the table as the next people approached. And Kurt watched him turn into devishly handsome and charming Blaine Anderson for the group of teenage fangirls.
He signed each of their CD's with a personalization. They giggled amongst themselves when he asked if they would like a picture.
"Oh no. What are you going to make me do?" One of the girls pulled out a t-shirt they had made.
"We made you something." They unrolled it and held it up for Blaine to look at.
"This is amazing." Blaine was cracking up and walked around the table to put the shirt on. Kurt just planted his face in his palm. Once Blaine had taken it from the girls and slid it on over his top he turned to Kurt.
"How do I look, my love."
"Like a dork."
"That is no way to talk about the artistry of these lovely young women." Blaine spoke in defense of them. They giggled uncontrollably as Kurt looked at the T-shirt Blaine was wearing. It had the pride flag screenprinted all down the front. There were separate pictures of Kurt and Blaine edited to look like they were kissing with the words #KlaineisLife written under it.
He posed once with the girls before dragging Kurt out to take a picture with all of them. Blaine promised the girls he would cherish the shirt, but he had to take it off for the rest of the signing. They all got their hugs from him and moved on. Kurt laughed at him and Blaine just said, "What? I like my new shirt."
After the line finished Blaine exhaled. "Well that was fun." He put his hand on Kurt's knee and smiled up at him. "How do you feel?"
"Still a little weirded out honestly."
"You inspired people today Kurt. How can you feel weird about that?"
"People wanted me to sign your CD. I don't know it just seemed weird. Plus, my signature isn't worth anything."
"Maybe not money." Blaine squeezed his knee before pushing himself out of the chair and taking Kurt's hand. "I have an interview with a radio station in about two hours. How about we go get something to eat?" He asked Sam and Kurt and they all made their way through the door to find Santana. She was shouting at someone on the phone down the hall.
"What's up?" Blaine asked.
"Well since your manager is the actual anti-christ. When he is not purposefully sabotaging you, he is just not doing his job, so I've been picking up some slack."
"Santana you don't have to do his job just direct the calls and emails to me and I'll take care of it."
"Blaine, he is wrecking the European tour. We may have to cancel it. He didn't book any of the locations and we are losing spots." Santana sounded genuinely worried. "If we don't tour Europe your sales will drop there. They are already pissed you didn't tour anywhere overseas for your first two albums."
"I'll call Hunter Clarington and tell him he needs to assign someone new to the job."
"You need to find someone you trust." Santana glared at all of them before leading them out of the building and to the rental car.
As they sat around the table at a nearby Italian restaurant, Sam blurted out, "I can do it. I have plenty of free time and I'm so good at talking to people."
"Sam, that's great of you to offer, but it kind of takes sass to be a manager." Blaine smiled at him, "You're too much like a puppy. The music industry will eat you alive."
"You're a puppy too." Kurt added, sipping his diet coke.
Santana leaned in, "But he's the musician. He could be a blob of vanilla and it wouldn't mean anything. The very fact that he is a sappy little doe eyed animal is the reason he needs tough bitches running his life."
"I'm not sure if that was an insult or not." Blaine rolled his lips.
"It was more a statement of fact. All I'm saying is that trouty mouth is cute, but he wouldn't be able to book a tour if his life depended on it."
Any insult was lost on Sam as he looked into the distance. "What about Mercedes? She's a total diva. She eats mean people for breakfast. She could be your manager."
"Sam, Mercedes doesn't want to be my manager. Believe me it's not a fun job." Blaine rolled his eyes, despite Sebastian being an absolute asshole he'd had to save Blaine's ass a few times over the years.
"Let's all just enjoy the meal and not discuss business before Blaine has to go on the radio." Blaine smiled at Santana thanking her silently for moving the conversation.