After they finished their meal, they headed to the radio station. Santana volunteered to take Sam out and around Hollywood since Blaine didn't need her there and Sam had been cooped up doing nothing but trying to stay out of the way all day.
Sam was nervous at her suggestion, but once he realized she secretly really wanted to go the Hollywood walk of fame too they both skipped off away from the studio, leaving the car for when Kurt and Blaine were done.
"I'm glad you're here I'm just sorry we don't really get to do anything fun together." Blaine frowned at Kurt who was leaning against a chair in the station's waiting room.
"This is perfect."
"Are you sure you don't want to go see all the celebrities' stars with Santana and Sam?"
"Yeah. I'm positive." Kurt laughed at the suggestion, Blaine knew that LA didn't really interest Kurt all that much, he was an NYC man through and through. Blaine couldn't blame him, most musicians wouldn't settle in New York when the opportunity was all in LA, but he couldn't bring himself to live anywhere other than the big apple.
"Blaine Anderson, it's awesome to have you here." A man with a rugged beard came out of a doorway and shook Blaine's hand. "If you two want to follow me back. You must be Kurt."
"I am. It's nice to meet you." Kurt shook the man's hand politely.
"Did you want to stay in the room with us as we talk to Blaine. You just have to sit quietly, but you're welcome to hang out."
"Uh sure." Kurt looked at Blaine who was happy to see they wouldn't just shove him behind a window.
"Okay so we have quite a list of questions for this interview. Before we begin is there anything you would count as off limits, so we can eliminate our questions and drop the callers that ask about it?"
Blaine responded quickly, "Nothing I can think of."
"Great. We will be right in here. We're on in ten, can I get you guys anything to drink?"
"Some water would be great." Blaine thanked him as he walked off, opening the door for them. Kurt looked around in wonder. There was more equipment in here than in Blaine's recording studio and they were only playing music, not making it.
"Are you nervous?"
"No more than any other time." He looked away and mumbled, "No less either." Kurt sat on a couch against the wall.
"Well I'll be here if you need to escape." The bearded man walked back in the room with a few bottles of water and placed them on the desk under the microphone.
"Kurt you can sit closer if you like. We have an extra roller chair."
"Roller chairs, Kurt!" Blaine sat on his and spun in circles before realizing the radio host was staring at him.
"You young rock stars, I swear." He laughed, and Blaine took a few sips of water to hide the childish smile he had from spinning. Kurt took a seat in the extra chair and leaned back putting his feet in Blaine's lap. Blaine put on the headphones the man had handed him before settling his hands against Kurt's shins.
The radio host pointed to the pair of headphones dangling in front of Kurt and he awkwardly put them on. Then the man put his own on and looked toward the woman on the other side of the glass. She gave him a nod and he waited for the music finishing up in the headphones to fade.
"Good evening W97.8 Listeners. This is Rob and I have Blaine Anderson with me today to discuss his newest album Into the Crazy out last week. Hey Blaine, how are you? How are you liking LA?"
Blaine put his elbows against the desk so he could lean closer to the microphone. "Awesome to be here Rob, I am great. Super excited to talk about this album with you today. And I love LA the sun is shining and I'm sweating in the middle of November so that's new." They both laughed, and Rob looked down at his sheet.
"So compared to your last two albums there was a definite shift in theme for this album. Was there a particular reason for this?"
Blaine chuckled into the microphone and Kurt smiled at the timbre of his voice in the headphones. "Yeah there was a shift for sure. My last two albums were mostly about a rockstar trying to find his voice and make his way. Not always in the right ways I might add. This album was inspired by something entirely different."
"You mean someone." Rob said slyly. Glancing up at Kurt turning back and forth in the chair, his legs still resting on Blaine.
"Yes, I mean someone. As many of you know my boyfriend Kurt and I just made our relationship public a week ago at the midnight release party for Into the Crazy. It was fitting timing since the album was all about him. Not only him, but about me when I'm with him. The young and dumb rockstar that couldn't seem to find his way learned how to love and to be loved in return." He smiled at Kurt who caught the Moulin Rouge reference. "From the moment I laid eyes on him, I had lyrics and melodies in my head. That's why I knew it was real."
"That's some touching stuff. So, from what I hear you had an entire album laid down and then two weeks before release after you'd just met Kurt you completely re-did the album. Is that true?"
"Yes. Spent ten days writing and recording and had it sent in to be cut and distributed and ready for release in the following days."
"So, I guess when Blaine Anderson wants something he gets it."
"Guys can be divas too, Rob." Blaine winked at Kurt. "But seriously I have some of the most passionate and hard-working staff. Santana Lopez really stood out on this project overseeing that everything got done in time. And my soundboard operator Wes, did a fantastic job getting the tracks laid down."
"It's funny that you don't mention your manager, Sebastian Smythe."
Blaine wrinkled his brow, "Sebastian was in Europe preparing for the overseas tour, so he couldn't be involved too much unfortunately."
"I've heard that he was purposefully left out. That he wasn't told the album was being changed."
"Well I write all my songs. I didn't like the ones I had originally written so I changed them. I was busy, telling him must have fallen through the cracks."
"It seems like a lot has been falling through the cracks since Kurt came around." Rob kept looking down at his paper and Blaine narrowed his eyes at him. Kurt looked between them and pulled his legs down, scooting closer to Blaine to put a hand on his arm.
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean." Blaine tried to sound casual.
"After posting a tweet the night of the release with Kurt. You replied maliciously to fans commenting their dislike of your new relationship."
"I am not the only one with access to the account there was a breach, but the problem has been remedied. I apologize to any fans that were insulted by the mishap. Everyone is entitled to their opinion." Blaine was speaking through his teeth, squeezing his fists under the table. Kurt reached and pushed his fingers through, so he was holding Blaine's hand.
"That wasn't even the first 'mishap'" Rob used airquotes like the listeners would be able to see. "Many anonymous pictures were posted online of you doing things like washing dishes, donating to high school clubs, and helping the homeless. Then it turns out that those photos were taken by Kurt. So the world wants to know what we are supposed to believe are you the bad boy or a softie?"
"Does the world really want to know Rob?" Blaine was nearly growling.
Rob didn't even flinch as Blaine leaned close to the microphone. "Yes, Kurt took all those pictures. I didn't tell him which ones to post, just like I don't tell him what to post now. He also doesn't tell me. We are so lucky that we are able to share our love for each other with the world. We don't do it to change our image or change who we are as people. We do it because as we both learned today our openness and willingness to accept each other for all of our mistakes and misgivings is an inspiration to many people that don't have that kind of relationship to look up to. There is a young man who finally found the courage to come out to his family today because of us. There was a group of girls that bonded over a making a funny t-shirt of me and Kurt. So Rob to answer your question, I am whoever the hell I am and no matter what I do or what gets posted online, nothing will change the person I am outside of the media's eye. Not Blaine Anderson the bad boy. Not Blaine Anderson the softie. Not Blaine Anderson the rockstar. Just Blaine Anderson. Thanks for having me. Goodnight." Blaine stood and ripped off his headphones pulling Kurt behind him as he stormed out of the studio and straight onto the sidewalk.
"What the fuck was that?" He beat a fist against the wall.
"It seems like they set you up." Kurt offered a consoling hug, but Blaine just held a hand out. He beat his fist against the bricks a few more times. Kurt grabbed his hand before he could do it again and kissed the scratches. "You handled it amazingly well. You stayed very professional the whole time and didn't insult him once."
"What a dick." Blaine leaned against the wall.
"Unfortunately, the road to happiness for us is paved with dicks."
"You'd think as two gay men we would be ecstatic about that."
Kurt laughed. "Let's get back to your hotel. You should rest it's been a long day."
"I still have a meet and greet tonight with a few execs from partnering labels."
"Yes, but that is hours away." Kurt walked his fingers up Blaine's chest then walked them around to where the rental was parked.
They laid on Blaine's bed discussing their successes from the Ellen Show then their failures from the radio interview.
"I just don't get how he got all of his information."
Kurt stayed quiet. Blaine stopped rubbing circles on his back and looked down at him. "What are you thinking?"
"I guess it just seems like something Sebastian would do doesn't it?"
"You think he leaked information to the radio host."
"Well it's all information that benefits him. It tears down our relationship. Plus, aside from Santana, Sam, you, and me, he's the only other person that got a detailed itinerary from the studio of what you were doing this weekend."
"Is he really that awful that he would have them ambush me like that?"
"Love makes people do crazy things."
"He is not in love. He wouldn't know love if it bit him in the ass."
"Why don't we just relax before your meet and greet? We can talk about this another time." Kurt pulled him close and kissed each of his cheeks then his lips until Blaine drifted into a light sleep.
Kurt reached a hand out and grabbed his phone. He opened twitter and quickly located Sebastian's profile.
SebastianSmthye: Drag Queen night at Elgee. My favorite club. Hit me up if you want to hang."
Kurt winced, what a creep. He opened a new message.
Unique
Kurt: Hey what are you doing tonight?
Unique: Well I was thinking of cuddling up with my favorite chinchilla coat, do you have other ideas, fabulous?
Kurt: I'm out of town but there's someone I want you to meet. Are you up for a little old school show choir spying?
Unique: If it's drama, count me in. What's the deal?
Kurt: His name is Sebastian. He's tall and looks like a meerkat. He is at Elgee. Wear your tallest heels, it's drag queen night.
Unique: Yas. I am in. And when I find the slinky?
Kurt: Get him drunk and start asking questions.
Unique: I'll keep you updated.
Kurt smiled. Unique was always prepared to do some spying. It must come from her Vocal Adrenaline days. Kurt stayed awake as Blaine slept so he would be able to wake him when it was time to get ready for the meet and greet.
After Blaine insisted that he didn't want to go alone in case anyone else planned on bombarding him with ridiculous questions, Kurt gave in, putting on the suit he had worn on Ellen.
"I just need you there. You keep me sane."
"I guess I can't argue with that."
The night went smoothly, comparatively speaking. They were stopped by a few fans on their way into the meet and greet but the men and women inside had met many famous people, they didn't worry over getting autographs or pictures. Blaine shook many hands; Kurt sufficed his greetings with a wave after being introduced by Blaine.
They both talked to a few interesting people and the whole thing was closing up by about 9:30 so the execs could get home and go to bed. They didn't want to be there any more than Blaine did.
Finally, Blaine and Kurt crashed against the hotel bed, prepared to strip down and actually just sleep. A knock came from the adjoining door.
"What is it, Sam?" Blaine said, his face squashed against the bed. Sam opened the unlocked door and peaked around it
"Is everyone dressed? Oh good. I brought pizza. Thought we could watch a movie or something. I know you guys had a long day. Plus, it's technically fried food Friday and Mercedes had to celebrate on her own the least we can do is eat some pizza."
Blaine smiled at his new friend. "That's a great idea, Sam. Thanks."
He grabbed his sweatpants and went into the bathroom to change as Sam got the movie set up. Kurt grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms out of his bag and went into the bathroom as well.
The boys watched and ate in relative silence.
"Maybe we should invite Santana." Kurt suggested once they were already a third into Transformers.
"I already asked her. She said no." Sam looked up from where he was sitting on the floor. "Actually she said 'Hell no trouty mouth get that nasty smelling box away from me.'" He pouted his lips in imitation.
"She's stressed and a bit of a loner." Blaine stated without looking away from the TV. He knew Santana was busy trying to figure out how to get Sebastian in trouble. If Blaine didn't have a huge concert tomorrow, he might busy himself with the same pursuit, but he needed a clear head for his fans.