Thanks to all the reviews and alerts in the last chapter. It still surprises me that people read my story. Most of the people in my life tell me I suck at writing and that I should give up my dream to be a writer so I'm not used to such compliments in the reviews. Thank you all for your kind words. They are highly appreciated.

~ Mar

Chapter Four: The Monster is Angry at Beauty

I couldn't dare to sever my eye contact with him as he held my hand in his, giving it a slight shake. His touch was warm, carrying messages of kindness and hospitality as it met mine. His touch was also full of electricity, shocking me more than I already am.

"I've afraid that I've got some errands to run." Mr. Montgomery indicated from the back of the room as he set down my diminutive luggage onto a nearby armchair. "I'll leave you two here to get to know each other better." I shivered as he said those words, not knowing how to deal with the award winning actor. "Remember, Blaine, you have a filming in half an hour then after that dinner with the staff. I'll be back here soon, so please prepare yourself."

The stunning actor nodded as Mr. Montgomery waved good-bye to the two of us.

"Thank you Mr. Montgomery!" I yelled after him, appreciating him for all his efforts of helping me settle down in LA.

The tall and sophisticated manager closed the door as he departed, leaving only Blaine and me together in the penthouse room. We stared amongst each other once more, both our faces filled with total bewilderment. Blaine was reluctant to break eye contact with me, and that only made my cheeks redden, if only a little more.

He laughed as I forced my eyes to depart his, my embarrassment overwhelming me. "Sorry about that, I didn't know anyone was coming." He let his masculine voice carry all of his messages. "I'll usually be in reasonable clothing for an interview, but I guess I wasn't today." He glared at me once more with those piercing eyes. "Feel free to write about my sloppy lifestyle—it's completely true."

I giggled nervously, still staring at his contoured chest. Snap out of it, Kurt! I told myself, my whole face turning uneasy.

The half-naked actor stared at me curiously. "Are you okay, Kurt?" He asked, a bit of worry painted over his features. "Is anything bothering you?"

Besides the fact you, Blaine Anderson, are half-naked in front of me, no there's nothing bothering me. I shook my head immediately. "No, not at all!" I denied, a frail smile upon my lips.

He looked back at me in worry, probably wondering what a complete idiot I was.

I started unzipping my suitcase to pass by the gauche atmosphere which I had created. In astonishment, the first thing I saw in the suitcase was the glossy magazine picture of Yunho. Ignoring my hesitation, I grabbed the photo and a dark ink pen and headed straight over to the shirtless Yunho.

"Can you sign this picture for me please, Actor/Singer Blaine Anderson?" I bowed my head to him, handing him my pen and photo with two hands.

He laughed at my ridiculous words, and received the functional utensils for his autograph. "You can just call me 'Blaine.''" He replied as he signed the photo, his signature big and bold. He handed it back to me with a large grin. "This for your girlfriend?" He asked, referring to the autographed photo.

I froze, looking at the signed photo in his hands. "N-no… I don't have a girlfriend." I truthfully indicated.

He handed the photo back to me. "Then who is it for?" He lifted his eyebrows, looking curiously at me.

It was for myself, was it not? However, I couldn't find the strength to answer him frankly, so I was forced to make up a lie right on the spot.

"It's for…" I trailed off. "My sister-in-law!"

He laughed. "Yes, of course." He replied, searching through the closet to find a suitable shirt for his naked upper half. "I hope she'll like it." He added.

"Oh she will." I lied, telling myself to stay composed. There was no way on earth that I would hand over such a precious item to Rachel. It was all mine!

I immediately packed the signed photo into my suitcase, ensuring it safety at the bottom of my luggage. I began to unpack, placing my many shirts on the soft mattress and hanging them into a small closet. I was going to stay in this room with Blaine for one month, and the thought of it made my hands shudder with delight.

With amazement, I glanced around the high-class hotel room. My eyes flew right open as they glanced upon the single bed that lay in the middle of the room. There would need to be some explanation for this.

I looked to Blaine, who was still buttoning up his white linen shirt. Fuck, I can't see his body anymore! My conscious reminded me, but I learned to ignore such a dirty part of my mind.

"Uh… there's only one bed in the room." I spoke up nervously. "What will we do?"

He pointed to the many sofas located throughout the room. "We can take turns sleeping on the sofas of course."

"Oh." I replied, sounding like an idiot. I wished I would stop asking unnecessary questions and making a fool of myself in front of America's most talented actor and singer. But what could I say? There were parts of me which weren't as refined as the others. Heck, I think my brain isn't my brain anymore.

After buttoning up his shirt, he sat down onto the soft mattress and took a long glance at me. He grinned yet again when I anxiously looked away from him, a blush on my cheeks.

This time, he was the one to ask the questions. "So… what are you here to interview me for?" He exhaled as he asked seriously. "There must be a topic about me which you want to report about."

Finally! Something to bring me back to the real task at hand. "My professor requested me to write about your rumored love interests." I explained as he frowned. "You know… to clear up those blurry rumors about you and those actresses."

He smirked, a bit impishly. "Really."

I nodded. "Yes."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Well if that's the case, then you can just leave now." He remarked sourly, pointing to the door of the hotel room. "I don't need reporters from New York interrupting me with such nosy questions."

Worry slowly climbed onto my face as I heard the acidic words escape his lips. I looked to the hotel room's exit. Was I really supposed to leave? The Blaine Anderson requested me to, so…

"Reporters like you are only good for making up ridiculous stories about me." He explained, refusing to look up at me. "If you're here to make up more rumors, then you're only interfering with my filming."

I stepped back, feeling a bit guilty. I had so much to say, yet so little. "But—"

"I chose to come to LA to escape those reporters… to escape the rumors." The actor resumed his monologue, interrupting me. "If you want to continue the rumors, feel free to do so. Just make sure that I never see you anymore."

A sharp pain of rage and frustration rose up inside me, making my body sweat hysterically. I had only been with him for what—five minutes?—and already I had angered him to his limits. Five minutes was considered the new record for me. Go figure!

As I prepared myself to leave the room—as he instructed me to—Mr. Montgomery walked into the suite, flashing his brilliant beam towards me once more.

"Blaine, your filming is in fifteen minutes. We must arrive at the location immediately." Mr. Montgomery indicated as he stared at his watch.

Now fully clothed, Blaine stood up from the large mattress idly and walked in Mr. Montgomery's direction. He didn't dare to link eye contact with me as he passed by me, making me feel a bit accountable. I was reluctant to admit it, but I was the one who brought such a look of misery onto Blaine's striking features.

"Kurt, excuse us please. We'll be back in about three hours." Mr. Montgomery exited the hotel room as Blaine followed closely behind him. I nodded, still staring at Blaine's pensive reaction.

Still refusing to look at me, the attractive actor said one last sentence before he left.

"I never want to see you again." Were the words he spoke, his voice dry and bleak.

I watched in utter dread as the two of them disappeared into the dim hallway. My heart felt guilty, and for the first time in a while…terrified.

Just what have I done here?

I'm sorry if this chapter is so short. The next chapter will be longer, I can assure you. TBC.

~ Mar