Blaine Anderson Still Going Strong.
By: Milton Randall
Many have wondered whether rockstar Blaine Anderson would keep the top spot as most popular musician in the nation after the media fiasco in the last couple months surrounding the mysterious release of his newest album, Into the Crazy. After attending his final US tour show in New York City, the rockstar's current home, I can say that nobody is going to come close to Blaine Anderson. The man can sing. While his songwriting has won him many awards and nominations including perhaps most surprisingly a Grammy for a song he wrote as a teenager, Not Alone, which featured on his first album, Broken, released at the ripe young age of 17. It is his ability to perform live that makes his tours such a success. It is a well-known fact that Blaine Anderson likes to make each show special. In LA he pulled his then boyfriend and now fiancé Kurt Hummel out on stage to sing with him. In Georgia, he invited a young woman on stage to compete in a dance off which Blaine lost with dignity. Everyone was ecstatic to see what was in store for what Blaine had been calling his homecoming performance. One surprise was the ability to purchase tickets to an open soundcheck. The tickets were sold out the second the screen was refreshed when they went on sale. For those that couldn't make it, Blaine made a video of what the soundcheck would be like for everyone. In the video, Blaine took the crowd for a tour of the backstage area as well as what he usually does for soundcheck. This included some hilarious videos of his friends dancing around and teasing him. A new addition to Blaine Anderson's life that fans weren't aware they wanted so badly. The true surprise was Blaine telling his fans that they were shooting the music video for Foolish Thing in the stadium. He left the stage for a moment while the fans screamed out in disbelief. He returned with two dancers, one we know as Kurt Hummel's coworker and high school friend Brittany S. Pierce and the other supposedly also belonging in Kurt's high school friend group named Mike Chang. The two performed a lovely dancing duet while Blaine performed the song. The crowd was filmed as well. An amazing reveal mid music video had the audience whooping. Blaine pulled open his buttoned shirt to reveal a t-shirt with "Likes Boys" printed across the front. A 'gay superhero' he called himself after the performance when Ms. Pierce said he looked like Superman tearing his shirt open. Who would have known New York City would be Blaine's most relaxed performance? It was a great end to the American leg of his tour and I sincerely hope his European fans get to experience the fun and crazy antics our favorite star gets up to. I must say I much prefer reporting on these instances than his previous antics. We look forward to seeing what comes next from the world's favorite singer.
Blaine was smiling at his computer as he sifted through the articles and tweets. Kurt and the rest of their friends were sprawled around in varying degrees of post party haze. Blaine leaned down to kiss Kurt's forehead, before opening Twitter.
CatsandBlaine: I want to see the music video! I want to see the music video! GAHHHH!
Guitargirl8796: Hey followers my tutorial for the guitar version of the Day After the Dance is up check it out! BlaineAnderson I copied what you did on Christmas oops. *Shrug emoji*
GoosipGurl: I live in New York my entire life and the one time something amazing is happening I'm not there. Grr. BlaineAnderson please perform again!
KurtHummel: BlaineAnderson Stop looking at your tweets and pay attention to me. Your show was amazing and everybody knows it, now kiss me.
Blaine did a double take then laughed and looked down at Kurt who was groggily holding his phone. Blaine tossed his own phone to the side and pulled Kurt in. Kitty was aggressively typing on her phone. Most likely emailing reporters back to give them more information about the music video release and the European tour.
Tina and Mercedes were giggling at Sam's impressions while Tina intermittently gawked at where Mike was talking to Brittany and Santana. Santana strong arming Brittany around the waist anytime Mike moved a step closer.
Blaine smiled at the laze that was cast across his entire living room. They had all been drinking since the concert let out and it was now 3 am. He laughed at Sam's impression of Justin Bieber as he stroked a hand through Kurt's hair.
"Do you think we should tell them all?"
"Tell them what, love?"
"That we are getting married next week."
Jeff walked in from the kitchen and leaned over the back of the couch. "I don't think any of these people can keep a secret."
"I think we should do it." Blaine grunted as he stood, pulling Kurt up after him. "Maybe it will get the party going again."
He hopped onto the couch and Kurt looked worriedly at where his feet plunged into the cushions before Blaine chuckled and pulled him up too.
"Man, if you want to be tall, try platform shoes." Sam paused his George Clooney impression to look up at Blaine. Blaine glared down at him before clearing his throat.
"Kurt and I have an announcement. We are going—"
"Our wedding is next week!" Kurt cut in. Shocking Blaine at first then making him giggle and pull him in by his waist.
"Yeah, that." He agreed, kissing his jaw.
"Next week?" Santana asked in disbelief. "That's not nearly enough time to get everything ready. I don't think Sarah will be able to clear her schedule so fast again to be the photographer."
"Yeah it seems kind of quick. What's the rush?" Tina spoke up.
"Do we all have to fly home to Ohio? I don't think I can get off work that fast." Brittany looked up into the sky. Everyone stared at her for a minute.
"Britt, you work for me dear. And I will be closing the store for a day so everyone can get to the wedding. But no it's not in Ohio. It is here in New York."
"You guys aren't like eloping right. You're inviting your families and stuff?"
"Well Kurt is going to invite his family and I will invite Cooper and Katy Perry so we will have everyone we care about there."
Kurt winced at the lack of mention of Blaine's parents. He still wanted to discuss it with Blaine. He really thought he should at least extend the invitation, even if they didn't respond. Mostly for the sake of Blaine's mother, who so desperately wanted to see her son happy.
"I think it's sweet." Everyone looked over to Kitty who was still staring down at her phone. She realized everyone was staring at her uncharacteristic remark. "Did I say that out loud?"
"You did. Yeah." Blaine laughed just as surprised as everyone else by her comment.
"Well. Shut up. I think it's cute that you guys are doing it so soon. You're so disgustingly in love it's the perfect time. Then it won't matter if you hate each other in a couple of months, you'll be stuck together."
"Thank you, Kitty that was almost kind." She grunted at Kurt and went back to rapidly responding to a ding that had just sounded.
"Well this is cause for celebration." Everyone looked to the elevator where Unique's voice had rang out from. She held up some bottles of champagne.
"You made it. And you brought champagne!" Kurt hoped off the couch and ran toward his friend helping with the bottles and taking her large fur coat.
"And I brought some friends." Unique flung her arms toward the elevator which nearly on cue, dinged open to reveal a crowd of male dancers clad in nothing but spandex.
"Oh my God!" Blaine shrieked in delight as one raced toward him and hopped on the couch beside him, grinding against him.
"You brought strippers?" Tina questioned glancing beside her where Sam had joined one of the dancers doing body rolls into Mercedes. She was covering her eyes, trying to keep the smile off her face.
"What's a party without them? And they are not strippers, they are male entertainers."
"So strippers?" Mike sidled up beside Tina agreeing with the strange turn the party had taken.
"Oh shut it and have fun for once." Santana grumbled angrily from where her and Brittany were dancing around with a group of men.
"And that's coming from Satan herself." Jeff stated proudly avoiding the men, as he sipped on his drink in the corner.
Kurt pulled Blaine down off the couch, much to the dancer's dismay and dragged him over to where the champagne was, pouring each of them a glass, then handing it to him so they could down it together.
The party was looking up again. Eventually everyone was grouped dancing around and singing along to all the songs playing from the surround sound speakers. After about thirty minutes, no one was sober. Blaine opened a few cabinets in his kitchen to reveal a huge store of liquor. Kurt raised an eyebrow, Blaine just shrugged and gestured over to Santana.
"Yeah. This one was me."
"I give her my credit card one time to get equipped for a party and all she does is run up a multi hundred-dollar tab at the liquor store."
"And I bet you're real appreciative now." Santana shoved past him and grabbed a couple bottles of vodka off the shelf. "Move it or lose it bitches. I'm tryna get drunk."
Blaine chuckled and pulled a few more bottles down. "Pick your poison my love."
"Maybe one person should stay sober, so no one dies."
"That's what Jeff is doing."
"He's had a cup in his hand all night." Kurt gestured at where Jeff was leaning in the doorway.
"Water." He shrugged before taking a gulp.
Blaine turned back to Kurt and smiled seductively at him. "Okay fine." Kurt smiled back. "Surprise me."
Blaine's eyes darkened. "In that case." He set the bottles down behind Kurt, pressing his entire body against Kurt's bumping him into the counter. "I can think of a surprise."
"Blaine, there are people here."
"Not right here." Blaine pressed his hips further and breathed a hot puff of air on Kurt's neck.
"Well I ought to, uh, go check out the other… What was that? Be right there." Jeff hurriedly pulled himself off the wall, pushing Tina and Mike back away from the kitchen as he went. "Believe me you don't want to go in there." Kurt heard him whisper to them.
"Seriously?!" Santana shouted above the drone of the bass. Blaine smiled into Kurt's skin.
"See now we will be left alone."
Kurt wanted to object, but at this point he wouldn't have cared if their friends were standing right there watching Blaine grind his hips into Kurt. He was surprised at himself for thinking this. I guess I'm not a baby penguin anymore.
"Blaine." Kurt breathed out in a sigh as Blaine kissed up and down his neck. "We should. I need to."
"Shh. I got it." Blaine crept a hand down to Kurt's hips where it rested a moment as Blaine moved his mouth over Kurt's. Their lips were in a heated battle that both were winning. Blaine slid his hand further down so it was resting atop the bulge in Kurt's pants. Kurt's breath hitched a moment, wondering if Blaine was really going to do this right here when all their friends were right around the corner.
Kurt hated himself for hoping that he would. He didn't know what had gotten into him lately with craving super public displays of affection. Perhaps he thought that was the price of having an uber attractive famous lover, you wanted people to know for a fact that he was yours.
Kurt was pulled from his wonderings when he felt a squeeze on his cock. He gasped and looked to Blaine.
"This is mine." He nearly growled it as he leaned into Kurt's ear. Kurt's entire body flushed and his pants got tighter around the pelvis. Blaine's body was warm against Kurt's, making Kurt's face glow. "But for now, let's get back out there and dance." Blaine whispered, grabbing the bottles he had set down and letting a cold rush of air come between them. Kurt frowned for only a moment. Quickly losing the heat that had been between them helped him regain his normal skin color as well as shrinking his arousal.
"Blaine Anderson, you absolute tease." Blaine winked at him and swaggered out into the living room.
"More booze." He shouted, holding the two bottles up as everyone erupted in cheers. Kurt gave himself a minute to think about how much he loved Blaine and how much he really wanted everyone to get the hell out so he could show Blaine what he did to him, before joining everyone in the living room.
One of the dancers came up to him and danced around. Kurt giggled and looked over at Blaine who was eyeing him and animatedly looking down at Kurt's dick then back into his eyes.
"Mine." He saw Blaine mouth. It made Kurt howl with laughter as he danced beside the guy. Bumping hips and shimmying back and forth. Unique and Mercedes threw their arms up and hopped around the two.
Blaine cackled watching Kurt become encircled. He glanced around the room at everyone dancing around and having fun. Santana and Britt were in the corner making out. Sam was still showing off his stripper moves for a few of the strippers who were giving him pointers. Blaine took a sip of his drink before his eyes settled on Jeff leaning against the wall in the corner sipping on water and eyeing everyone.
"I think we should have a dance off!"
"You lost the last dance off you were in." Kitty stated from where she was perched on the chair wearing a boa that must have come from one of the guys.
"I did. But I don't want to compete. I think it should be Louis." He pointed at the guy dancing with Kurt. "And… hmm" He made a point to look at everyone before landing back on Jeff. "And Jeff."
Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Me?"
"Have you forgotten that you were the Warbler's lead dancer and choreographer for three years?"
"Well no. But. I don't really think I can do a dance off."
"Caesar has spoken. You will dance or you will die." Sam spoke in a deep, rattling voice and Blaine laughed and nodded his head before charmingly looking at Jeff. Not even his bodyguard could turn away from Blaine's charm.
"Okay fine. How do you want to do this Louis?"
"Well I always hate to go first." He winked at Jeff and Jeff had to turn so no one would see the flush flash up his neck. He shook his bleached blond bangs out of his eyes.
"Okay. Why don't we go at the same time? Dance I mean."
"However you want it, babe."
Blaine raised his eyebrows a few times at Jeff as Kurt set up Dance Off music.
"Justin Timberlake?" Kurt offered, sifting through his playlist.
"Oh my God yessss." Louis gripped Jeff's shoulder as he answered Kurt. Jeff looked at the hand clenching his arm and gulped. "Oh hon. Don't be nervous. I'm sure you're great."
"Okay." The music started and Louis immediately went into stripper dance move mode. Jeff started with just kind of shuffling his feet around.
"Boy get it. What are you waiting for?" Mercedes shouted at Jeff to everyone's surprise. She shrugged as they all laughed at her.
Jeff nodded as he took a deep breath and thought back on all of his dance moves.
"Hey man. How was chemistry?" Blaine looked up from his desk at Jeff, already tossing his bag on the bed and slumping into his chair.
"It was…chemistry." He spun a few quarter turns.
"You seem distracted."
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course, man." Blaine closed his book and set his pencil down, giving his roommate his full attention. "What's up?"
"How did you know?"
"How did I know what?" Jeff was refusing to make eye contact.
"How did you…uh…know that you were…" Jeff was bending his fingers and looking at his feet.
"How did I know I was gay?" Blaine tried finishing for him.
"Yeah that." Jeff barely glanced up. Trying to smile and make it seem like less of a big deal.
"I don't really know. I suppose the same way you find out you're straight. I thought boys on TV were cute. I didn't ever get butterflies talking to girls. When I went to the Sadie Hawkins' dance at my old school with that boy. It was because when he talked to me, I got the same feelings friends told me they got for girls. I guess you kind of just know." He smiled weakly at the end. He didn't have a good answer. Somehow deep down he had known all along, perhaps that was just from his dad's constant reminders as he was growing up.
"There's this guy. We are good friends, but every time I think about it. It's just. I don't know."
"You think you might be gay?"
"I guess I don't really think about it like that."
"You don't need to label yourself. Just talk to him, tell him how you feel. Does he go here?"
Jeff looked away quickly. "I would talk to him, but I just don't know what to say. All my thoughts and feelings are all jumbled."
"Dance."
"What?" Jeff twisted his head toward his roommate.
"Dancing always clears your head during Warbler rehearsal. Why not try dancing now and see if that will help?"
"In this tiny dorm room? With you here to make fun of me?" Jeff chuckled to cover his own nervousness at dancing in front of Blaine.
"I'll dance with you." Blaine stood and smiled holding out a hand to help hoist Jeff out of his chair. Blaine started humming the melody to a song Jeff had never heard, but they danced together in their dorm. Half embracing, Jeff for the first time in his dancing career actually stumbling over his own feet.
"Blaine. The guy its—" Jeff was seconds from telling him the thing he had been dreading saying for weeks. But when Blaine stopped humming and turned his face toward Jeff, he couldn't do it. Having Blaine's face this close made him a whole different kind of nervous. He remembered all the times they had hung out. They were roommates and basically best friends. Jeff thought of all the good times they had had and how all of them would go away if he said the words he so desperately wanted to say. "It's nothing." Jeff cringed away. "Thanks for helping."
Jeff quickly pulled away and grabbed his bag bolting out of the room. Heading straight for the Warblers' rehearsal space so he could throw himself head first into a dance he would be stuck in for a while. The dance he had to do alone.
Louis was a stunningly impressive dancer. Jeff kind of thought it would be just gyrating and shimmying but he was quick on his feet. He could isolate and flow and he made sultry faces at Jeff the entire dance off.
They both knew that neither had pulled ahead. They were matching each other in style, speed, and technique at this point they were just battling to see who could go the longest. Louis kept meeting Jeff's eyes and smiling which made Jeff grin and turn away.
After a few songs, Louis finally reached out and grabbed Jeff, leading him in a salsa. He pulled him way closer than a salsa requires and suddenly their feet were moving together perfectly. Their hips swinging in sync, just barely rubbing up against each other.
"Oww Oww." Blaine clapped and popped his hips into Kurt's, making Kurt nearly fall over.
The whole room stopped to watch Louis and Jeff's perfect salsa. After the song finished, they finally stopped. Each stepping away from the other to take a bow. The room erupted in laughter and amazement. Blaine called it a tie, and everyone went back to dancing and partying in their own way.
"You're good. Not many people can salsa."
Jeff melted a little at the Spanish lilt in the way he said salsa. "Uh thanks. You're a pretty great dancer."
"Well I have a lot of practice."
"Oh. Uh." Jeff realized that he was in effect talking to a stripper and he suddenly had no clue what to say.
"I only do this a couple nights a month. I actually work for a dance company in Brooklyn. I teach the salsa and the tango."
"Oh? I've always wanted to learn the tango." Jeff stepped back toward his wall and Louis followed him, leaning against it just across from him, never taking his eyes off Jeff.
Blaine smiled over at them.
"How did you know?" Kurt rested his chin on Blaine's shoulder and whispered into his ear.
"I don't know. Sometimes you just know I guess."