I'll be updating everyday again guys. Just wanted to say that. Also, thanks again for the reviews and favorites! :)

Also, there are some swear words here. Just want to give you guys the heads up. :)

~ Mar

Chapter Seven: Beauty Isn't Going Anywhere. The Monster Won't Let Him.

Four Seasons Hotel, 9:08pm. Los Angeles, California.

It took the driver fifteen minutes to get to the hotel. While driving the cab, I called my professor and told him of my current predicament. I told him that I don't want to write my project about Blaine Anderson anymore because the man doesn't want to compromise or help me. My professor was quite surprised with the sudden call and more surprised of the fact that the Blaine Anderson can't compromise. An argument then sparked between the two of us with my professor blaming me about the fact that Blaine won't compromise to which I denied even though it is kind of sort of true. I then told him that maybe I could switch with another student. After talking him to go through my idea for minutes, he finally agreed on the condition that I find someone to switch with who is willing to switch with me.

That won't be a problem. I'm sure Sam would switch with me immediately. He loves California.

I paid the driver a rather big fee since I wasn't really thinking straight. My mind was full of thoughts of the actor that seems like a stranger to me now that I know him for real. It's very sad to know that the man I admire so much is really a douchebag. He might be a douchebag but I'm still in love with him. Sadly,

When I went inside the hotel room that I shared with Blaine in a matter of hours only, I felt foreign. My feet were moving unconsciously to where I left my bags. My hands too were moving unconsciously as I found the autographed picture of Blaine. In a matter of seconds, the picture was torn apart into little pieces and I threw them on the floor without so much as a feeling of regret.

I don't really know what is happening to me but all I know is that I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave Blaine. Even if he was a douchebag, for one second, just one second in that rest room, I saw a flicker of a Blaine that is like an innocent child, an innocent child that I want to take care off or protect or love.

One thing I'm sure off as I grabbed the handle of my baggages and slowly headed towards the door. I was leaving California with a broken heart.

On the way to the airport, 9:12pm. Los Angeles, California.

"Can't we go any faster?" Blaine asked his driver. They've been stuck in traffic for fifteen minutes now. He called the hotel ten minutes ago and they said that Kurt already left. He found out from the concierge that the reporter was headed towards the airport. Kurt really wasn't kidding when he said he would be leaving so Blaine asked his driver to take him to the airport instead of the hotel as originally planned.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson." His driver apologized. "But It seems like we're going to be stuck here for awhile."

The actor sighed as he slumped back on his seat, feeling guiltier and more hopeless as the minutes go by.

He just hopes that he can to stop the reporter in time or he has seriously fucked up his life.

Los Angeles International Airport, 9:45pm. Los Angeles, California.

For the next hour, I roamed the airport without a goal anymore. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get an airplane ticket due to the fact I didn't know where I was going. I called Sam three times already but the bastard won't answer. His feet were already tired from all the walking so now he was looking for a seat.

Seating at the first vacant seat I find, I quickly dialled my roommates number again. Tapping my fingers on my seat, I hope that Sam would answer me soon. I don't know what else to do here.

My phone rang three times before my roommate finally answered. "Y'llo? The Great Sam-a-nator is speaking, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He sounded very highly of himself.

I rolled my eyes even though my roommate can't see it. Miles away and yet Sam still has the power to annoy me. "The Sam-anator? Seriously?" I asked.

"What's wrong with the Sam-anator?"

"Seriously?" He's got to be kidding me.

My roommate sighed at the other end. "Shut up. Why are you calling me? Aren't you supposed to be in paradise right now with your god? Probably in bed fooling around with said god..." He said, jokingly with a hint of surprise.

"More like the devil." I corrected him, adjusting to my seat so that I could rest my aching back.

A second of silence passed then. "The devil? Are you sure we're talking about Blaine Anderson here? The Blaine Anderson that you are crazy in love with?"

I nodded, only to realize that my friend can't see me. Idiot. "Yeah. Surprisingly yes."

"What happened?" For the first time since I called him, he actually sounded serious and genuine concern. That surprised me. I told him everything that happened. How beautiful California is. How polite Blaine's manager is. How beautiful and nice Blaine was before what happened. I told him what I said and how it changed everything. I told him about the silence treatment I got from Blaine. Lastly, I told him about the confrontation in the rest room to my storming out of it and plan to leave California. The only detail I didn't told my best friend is about Blaine and finding the one. I thought that was too personal for Sam to know.

All throughout my conversation, Sam remained silent the entire time from the other end. I can only hear quiet gasps or 'what?'. After telling him everything, there was only silence between the two of us until he said.

"So basically, you called to switch places with me. Is that right?"

"Yes,"

"Well then look for another student because I ain't switching with you, Kurt." He said dismissively.

I was shocked. Sam sounded like he understood my situation just moments ago and now he won't even try to help me. What the hell? "What? Wait why? Don't you want to help me?" I asked, sounding a little pleadingly.

"I 'am helping you." My roommate pointed out. "Need I remind you that you are Kurt Hummel and that Kurt Hummel does not back down a fight. Remember your situation with Karofsky?"

I shivered at the memory of Karofsky. Once, when I was in high school, there was this kid named David Karofsky and he made it his mission to bully me everyday from my sophomore year until my senior year. Everyday I got slushied, thrown into dumpsters, pushed against the cold hard lockers, my precious clothes stolen, and more. The worst thing Karofsky did was kissing me and almost raping me in my junior year. If it weren't for Sam and Puck, I would probably wondering the world with a huge trauma that would hinder me to do anything. The experience still traumatized me a little. When I was younger, I would wake up in the middle of the night, all sweaty and shaking from a nighmare where Sam and Puck didn't get there in time. What Sam is reminding me is that fact that Karofsky bullied me everyday but I didn't let it get me down. I fought on. Even after the almost rape situation I still fought on. I fought on. I FUCKING FOUGHT ON.

"Yeah..." I said slowly to my phone. "I do remember. I fought on."

"YES! You did." Sam said surely. "You fought on. You didn't let that bastard get the best of you.

"But Blaine...he is a totally different person than I thought he was. He isn't the man I thought he is." I tried to reason with my roommate.

I heard him snort from the other side. "You barely spent an hour with the man. How could you really know what kind of man he is?"

"Sam please listen to me-" I got cut off by someone snatching my cell phone from my grasp. I looked up to find myself staring at the standing figure of a panting Blaine Anderson, holding my phone to his ear.

What the hell is he doing here?

Los Angeles International Airport, 9:55pm. Los Angeles, California.

"Hello." Blaine greeted the person Kurt was talking to, breathlessly. The actor has been running around the airport ever since they reached it. He didn't really had a plan on how to talk Kurt back to stay here but once he found him and heard the sound of another man's name coming out of Kurt's lips. He felt a sudden rush of anger at the same time something he can't name of boiling in his stomach. He probably ate something bad.

Sam, at the other end of the phone, was taken aback with the sudden change of Kurt's voice. The voice was a lot deeper than Kurt's normal voice and it didn't really fit the deeper voice he heard a few times from Kurt. It took him another second to register that the voice doesn't belong to Kurt but to someone he is quite familiar due to Kurt. I'm talking to Blaine Anderson. "Hello?" He greeted back, sounding very unsure. From what Kurt has told him, this man is not what he cracks up to be.

"Hello." Blaine said again. "This is Blaine Anderson. Who are you?"

"I should be asking that considering I was talking to Kurt for one minute and the next minute someone rudely interrupted us." Sam answered back sarcastically.

"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Whoever-you-are, but I must know who you are." Blaine really didn't know where this is coming from. How could he talk like this to someone

"In. Your. Dreams." Sam wanted to sound intimidating to the man who treated his best friend so rudely.

Blaine sighed, clearly trying to supress his anger. "Fine. You won't address who you are so I'll just use the name I heard Kurt call you. Sam." Blaine tried to sound as intimidating like the man he is speaking to.

From the other end of the phone, Sam raised his eyebrow. "Whatever you might have heard Kurt tell you," Blaine explained. "Remember that there is always two sides in a story. You've only heard his side of the story; you haven't heard mine." Blaine suddenly turned his head and locked eyes with the reporter. "I'm sure he's probably told you what a bastard I was and I completely agree with him." The way he said it took Kurt by surprise. He sounded genuine. Something the reporter just heard right now since he met the actor. "It was very wrong of me to assume that he is out to write rumours about me; it was wrong to assume that he is like the other reporters. But actually," He said, really looking at Kurt full of regret.

"I was quite mistaken and I would like it very much if he would not leave and try to find it in his heart to forgive me." Kurt was looking with Blaine with wide eyes. He never thought that Blaine would actually try to stop him to leave considering he asked him to leave earlier and apologize to him right there.

"Umm..." Sam didn't know what to really say with what Blaine just told him. He's willing to bet that at the other side of the conversation, Blaine is staring at Kurt and telling him all of this as if he was talking to Kurt instead of him. "I don't really know what to say to that..."

"You don't need to say anything. Just...whatever you do, please do not switch with Kurt. I don't want any other reporter to write about me but him. No offense."

"None taken." Sam said. "Also, even if you didn't told me that, I won't be switching with Kurt. I'm having a nice time with Mercedes Jones in Chicago and as much as you are one of the most known stars in America, I would like to write about Mercedes. No offense."

"None taken as well."

"So, we're cool."

"We're cool."

Blaine flipped my phone to a close and extended it to me. In response, I simply glared at him. "What the hell was that?" I asked him angrily. Though, in the back of my mind I'm still quite surprised of the fact that the Blaine Anderson apologized to me.

He looked at me mockingly. "Didn't you hear what I said to your boyfriend? Don't you have ears?" He answered back.

"Sam is not my boyfriend, idiot! And I have ears!"

"Then, why are you asking me?" Blaine didn't know why but with Kurt saying that Sam wasn't his boyfriend, he felt sudden relief. Where the hell did that came from?

"You stole my phone from me and talked my friend into not switching with me!"

"Clearly, you don't have ears." Blaine said, smiling a bit now since their fight is starting to become fun. "No matter what he wasn't switching with you."

"I could have talked him into it." I pointed out, crossing my arms onto my chest and turning my head away from the actor. I was beyond pissed at the man but a little part of me was touched with what he did. Really touched. Suddenly, I felt a part of warm hands roam my back and the back of my legs and before I knew it, I was lifted off my feet. Automatically, I wrapped my hands around Blaine's neck and looked at the man in shocked. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Shut up," He simply said to me. Suddenly, a man wearing a driver's uniform appeared in front of us. He even bowed to Blaine.

"Mr. Anderson, what would you like me to do?" He asked.

"Carry Mr. Hummel's baggages since I can't carry them and Mr. Hummel at once." The actor ordered. I looked at the man as if he was insane. The driver agreed and took my baggages away.

"Put me down, Anderson!" I shouted furiously trying to get out of the grasp of the actor with no such luck. "You idiot! Put me down!"

"No," He said calmly, walking behind the driver. He didn't even notice at the people who were staring at us.

"Fuck you!" I shouted. I didn't care that everyone heard me say that to America's Favorite Star. I 'am pissed off! "PUT ME DOWN!"

"Kurt! Shut the fuck up or I will kiss you right on the lips if you say another word!" He finally shouted back as he stepped on the escalator going down.

THAT shut me up. Though I would have killed to get those luscious lips that Blaine owns on mine. That is only a fantasy. Also, I'm pretty sure he was kidding me. He's straight. If he was gay...then I would have started singing the National Anthem if that alone would get me the chance of a lifetime to kiss him. But he's straight.

He's straight. I need to remind myself of that.

One thing's for sure as the actor who I'm completely head over heels in love with but is also completely annoyed at him, I was secretly glad to be carried by the actor out of the airport. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was in a fairytale where I was the danzel in distress and Blaine is my knight and shinning armor.

The only problem here is that I'm not a danzel and Blaine is not my real knight and shinning armor but only the man I fantasize to be with...

As if that would happen...

TBC. Also, did anyone here watched the latest episodes of Glee? Are you as pissed as i 'am that we didn't get a Klaine kiss? Tell me about it in the reviews!

~ Mar