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~ Mar

Chapter Three: The Beauty Meets His Monster

Manhattan, New York - Los Angeles, California

As the next morning approached rapidly, I could feel my head fill up with immeasurable amounts of questions toward my crucial mission. What would Blaine think of me when he first sees me? What questions would I ask him for my journalism assignment? And most of all, how should I approach him when I first meet him?

Just thinking of the fact that in a matter of hours, I'll be meeting Blaine Anderson, makes my legs feel like jelly and my lungs feel like they're on fire.

I felt that it was utterly impossible to drive these thoughts out of my mind, even when I arrived at the airport to depart to Blaine's hotel room.

I left Sam with a few hand-cooked meals and a note telling him to take care of himself while I was in absence. I was the one responsible for taking care of my best friend ever since he moved in, and leaving him by himself was putting me in deep anxiety.

Also, I don't trust him near my kitchen. After that burnt water incident, I will never trust that man in my kitchen.

I told myself to stay calm as I stepped onto the flight, my continuous flight from Manhattan, New York to Los Angeles, California. Not only was I ecstatic to see Blaine Anderson, but my eyes were also impatient to see the glamorous city of Los Angeles as well.

The long flight left me feeling a bit ill, making my appetite abruptly disappear. I told myself to go to sleep, but my thrilled psyche refused to follow my commands. I listened to a few of my favourite songs of Blaine from my Ipod, and eventually fell asleep due to the fleeting melody. By the time I woke up, I had already arrived in LA. I stared down upon the lustrous city through my small window and let my eyes widen as I saw the beautiful sight below me.

The city appeared to be spotless, not any dirt inside but I couldn't care less about the cleanliness as our plane headed closer and closer to the ground, I recognize the "Hollywood" sign and felt a huge achievement of the fact that I'm here, in the city of stars.

I was more than eager to leave my uncomfortable seat on the airplane. My heart was beating faster than ever, making my mind go blank. After the plane had safely landed, I left my seat to arrive in the LA International Airport—a large one, considering all of its tourists. In Dr. Donaughey's email, he instructed me to meet with a Korean man named Wesley Montgomery at the International Airport who would direct me to Blaine's hotel. I looked around for him, and sighed of relief when I saw a Korean man waving towards me.

"You must be Kurt Hummel." The man appeared youthful but rather tall. "I'm Wesley Montgomery, Blaine Anderson's manager." He held out his palm politely as I shook his hand absentmindedly. He appeared congenial and at ease, the complete opposite of how I expected him to be.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Montgomery." I replied him, a smile on my face.

"You must be here to write about Blaine Anderson." The tall male guided me through the airport and towards the baggage claim area. I recognized my only black suitcase almost immediately and picked it up eagerly. "You must be quite overwhelmed, having an assignment as difficult as this."

I laughed, holding onto my suitcase and following him to exit the airport. "No, not at all." I denied. "I was overjoyed when I received my assignment. He's one of the few actors whom I really admire these days." I followed him as he led me to the door of a black limo. "He's very talented. You should be proud, being his manager."

Mr. Montgomery opened the car door for me with a bright smile. "I'm glad to hear that." He replied. "You'll get along with him just fine, I guarantee you."

I let a nervous laugh travel through my lips, not exactly sure how to answer the manager. Would two people get along if one was completely intimidated by the other? I doubted it.

The taller man took the passenger's seat of the car as I glided myself…along with my luggage…into the back seat. The limo driver, who appeared to be from India, began driving as we both settled in. My eyes broadened immediately as we left the airport grounds and headed into the sights of downtown LA.

My mouth unexpectedly let out a gasp as we cruised by the "Hollywood" sign. It was covered in millions of lights, all of which shone vibrantly. A smile came across my lips as we passed the many cafés and museums which inhabited LA. I kept my eyes open as we the "Hollywood Walk of Fame" and hoping to see stars.

It was impossible not to overreact as my eyes sailed through such a beautiful city. Mr. Montgomery snorted and turned around, his face filled with brightness as he glanced at me.

"It's a beautiful city, isn't it?" He asked, also looking out the window in amusement.

I nodded, completely agreeing with him. "It's refreshing to be out of New York for a while." I remarked. "It feels energizing to leave my problems there and have a fresh start here, in LA."

He looked at me a bit skeptically. "Really? That's what Blaine told me earlier." He shook his head as he realized his small mistake. "…not the exact same thing, but he did mention that he wanted peace and quiet from the press and commotion. I figured that the movie in Paris was something that could distract him from it, and surprisingly, it did!" He laughed, and then returned his vision to the front of the vehicle.

"Well, I hope I'm not causing the staff too much trouble by coming here." I commented a bit guiltily.

I couldn't see it, but I knew the familiar smirk had appeared on Mr. Montgomery's face once again. "Oh no, you're not any trouble at all." He consoled, laughter in his voice. "Thankfully, they didn't send in a crazy fan-girl to interview Blaine. Now that would be a bit complicated."

Crazy fan-girl? Didn't I act like that most of the time? The voice in my throat hitched as my eyes widened in shock. I let out a nervous laugh once again, hoping to pass by such an awkward moment without any added embarrassment.

As his conversation with me went on, the driver brought us to a large hotel on the edge of the town square. The hotel had the words Four Seasons Hotel engraved upon it. I glanced up at its fancy arches and towers and sighed in awe.

I stared upon the extravagant hotel in bewilderment as he urged me to depart my seat in the limo. Being a gentleman, the manager got a hold of my luggage, and carried my single bag into the hotel as I followed closely behind him.

He motioned for me to sit in one of the sofas located in the main lobby while he went up to the desk to book a room for me. "I'll go check in for you." He informed me as he left me with my luggage and long trail of thoughts.

I glanced around the hotel in wonder. Never have I been to such an extravagant hotel in my entire life! Everything around me appeared to be manufactured from gold and silver, making me feel as if I was in a royal palace. The chandeliers above me lighted up the lobby with its subtle colours, and the fireplace provided a nostalgic feeling for my mind. The hotel was dim overall, but I could swear that I almost went blind due to all the luminous furniture.

I forgot about the hotel immediately as I began to ponder over my journalism assignment. I was in the same hotel as Blaine Anderson, and it was impossible to keep my body from shaking wildly. It would only be a matter of time before I see him. In a couple of minutes, I would finally be allowed permission to lay my eyes upon his handsome, gorgeous, face…

"Mr. Hummel?" I finally found the energy to escape my daydream as Mr. Montgomery waved a hand in front of my face. "Are you all right?"

I laughed nervously, lecturing myself about when and when not to go into daydream mode. "Yeah, I'm okay." I lied, my body still shaking. "I'm just overwhelmed by this wonderful hotel, that's all."

He smiled compassionately. "Oh yes, I know what you mean. Los Angeles is such an amazing city, it's a bit easy to get carried away sometimes." He explained, still wearing his innocent grin.

"You have no idea." I replied between breaths. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, especially knowing that Blaine was in this building.

Mr. Montgomery's genuine grin morphed into a frown as he began speaking once again. "I'm afraid that there are no more rooms left in the hotel." He announced forlornly. "The man at the check-in desk informed me that they're fully booked for today and tomorrow." His expression turned pensive. "This is one of the best hotels in LA, and I'm afraid that every tourist wants a chance to stay here. I guess we were just too late in the end."

I sighed. Maybe I wasn't gong to be so close to Blaine after all. "So where will I be staying?" I asked curiously. "Will I have to go find another hotel?"

"Oh, no no no!" Mr. Montgomery denied, shaking his head. "You can share a room with Blaine of course—considering you're both males! All the staff members for this movie are jammed together in small rooms, and Blaine is the only one who lives by himself in a large room. I'm sure he won't mind. He's a generous guy, after all!"

Once again, my lungs refused to respond as my brain signaled for me to take a breath. Sharing the same room? With legendary actor Blaine Anderson? Was such a thing even possible on this planet?

I coughed awkwardly. "Are you sure it's okay?" I questioned, my words a bit too eager. "Do you think he will be disturbed by my presence at all?"

Mr. Montgomery giggled, thinking my words were a wonderful joke. "Distrubed? Blaine?" He laughed yet again. "That guy is by himself all the time, he needs some company." He grabbed my baggage once again, a sign to me that he was ready to head on upstairs. "This way, you can study about him a bit more, and write sensible articles about him."

I nodded my head, trying to keep a straight face as I stood up from the couch. I had no idea that I would end up here in Los Angeles for a class assignment, and never had I thought that I would eventually be sharing a hotel room with America's most illustrious actor. The thoughts were too much, and it overwhelmed the weak Kurt Hummel which had hidden away deeply inside me. I yearned for it to emerge to see LA or Paris, but it had refused due to fear.

Thanking Mr. Montgomery for carrying my luggage, I followed him to the elevator and willingly stepped in. He pressed the number twenty-two with his index finger, and we were momentarily escalated to higher grounds.

Shut up, I told my pulsating heartbeat. My heart had throbbed so loudly that I was afraid if he had heard it or not. Like an idiot, I put a hand next to my chest, trying to quiet it down.

It was amazing how one could act so idiotically just out of excitement.

My heartbeat had reached its climax as the elevator stopped on the penthouse floor. He departed the elevator with my luggage as I followed closely behind him, fixing my hair a bit as I prepared myself to meet the man of my dreams.

He led me to the end of the hallway and rapped on a particular door impatiently. My mind completely shut down as I realized who was actually behind the door. I took a few breaths, constantly reminding myself to calm down.

"Blaine, you there?" He shouted into the room, his hands still knocking onto the wooden door. "We have a visitor here to see you."

I felt a sharp pain in my ears as I heard the familiar voice escape from inside the room. "Yeah, come right in." His masculine voice answered nonchalantly.

I was on the verge of dying and going to heaven as the door of the suite gradually opened. There, right before my very eyes, stood the tall and muscular Blaine Anderson, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

As unexpected as that was, I couldn't help but let my eyes skim over the muscular contours of his bare chest and abdomen. The Blaine I expected to be behind the door was fully clothed and striking, not shirtless and slipshod. However, I couldn't find a nerve in my body to complain; my eyes were enjoying every inch of what they saw.

Breaking my vision away from his state-of-the-art body, I let my eyes travel up to his flawless face. I could recognize his set of vibrant eyes immediately, one of which I saw through his many movies and photos. His lithe nose glided over his tan skin impeccably and hovered over his stunning red lips. I could recognize the small beauty mark which lingered gently above, and smiled distortedly as my mind imagined his lips meeting with mine.

Mr. Montgomery was the one to wreak apart the awkward atmosphere. "Blaine, this is Kurt Hummel." He pushed me into the room swiftly as Blaine stared upon me with interest. "He's here to interview you for the New York Times newspaper. You mind if he stays here in your room for the next two days until we fly to Paris?"

A smile lighted up on Blaine's visage, completely blinding my vision. "Of course I don't mind." He scanned among me from head to toe, making my cheeks turn bright red. "My suite is large enough to accommodate five people. It's a bit frightening living in this empty space all by myself." He offered me his hand for a handshake.

"It's nice to meet you, Kurt Hummel."

TBC. Hope you like the story so far.

~ Mar