Hello everyone! I'm sorry for the short chapter. This chapter is more of a filler but it is pretty significant. Mr. Talkative plays a crucial part in this story.

Also, thanks for everyone who reviewed and guessed in the last chapter! Almost everyone got the right answer. The answer is...well...read the chapter and find out. :)

~ Mar

Chapter Twelve: They Meet Mr. Talkative aka the Hotel Owner

Bora Bora Lagoon Resort and Spa. 5:25 PM Bora Bora

I held my breath, hoping for the best as the hipster American approached us. I crossed my fingers, hoping for the best that he was indeed NOT a reporter who had followed us all the way here because if that happened...then Blaine and I are in serious trouble.

The strange man held out a pen and a memo pad, carefully approaching Blaine and me. "Blaine Anderson, it is such a pleasure to meet you!" The man spoke nervously as he advanced toward the actor. "May I have your autograph, please?" He asked pleadingly.

Blaine and I exchanged looks, completely aware of man's motives. Phew. I exhaled deeply as I realized the man was only a mere fan, not a reporter.

Blaine took the pen and memo pad the man offered him, carefully proceeding to his signing.

"To…?" He asked, designating the man to give out his name.

"Chandler Kiehl," The stranger indicated, a goofy grin on his lips.

"To Chandler Kiehl…" Blaine spoke as he wrote, inscribing his signature below the man's name. He handed the autograph to the man with a slight grin, causing the man to jump up and down in enthusiasm.

"Oh my god, thank you so much Blaine Anderson!" Chandler yelled, almost hurting my fragile eardrums. After his moment of exhilaration passed, the man scanned across Blaine to me, a curious look in his eyes.

"And who might you be?" He asked, indicating to me. I ignored the way he looked me up and down.

"I'm Kurt Hummel." I clarified. "I'm Blaine's… uh…" Shit. Um...

"Assistant." The actor finished for me, knowing I didn't have a slight idea in mind. I thanked him silently in my heart, knowing that he had backed me up, once again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kurt Hummel." He held out his hand for a handshake which I replied, trying to be as professional as possible with the fake title of 'Blaine Anderson's assistant.'

"I'm Chandler Kiehl, the owner of this hotel and a tour guide of Bora Bora." He explained, astonishing Blaine and me entirely. "My hometown is Chicago, but I've managed to move here to continue my career as a tour guide." He explained further in depth. "I know how to speak English, Korean, French, Japanese, Chinese, Italian, Spanish… oh the list goes on and on! That's why I'm the tour guide of this island! Great, isn't it?"

I observed the man from head to toe as he continued rambling—probably about something negligible. He wore huge orange glasses matching it with a colourful Hawaiian-style shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, putting him into the 'island groove.' He wore his ginger hair in a spiked manner, it was pointing in different direction that made it look so messy. His hair certified to me that he is an American. After scanning the man through, I felt a strong urge to laugh at his absurd appearance. I covered my mouth to forestall any laughter which was dying to escape.

Blaine, wanting to stop the talkative man from going any further with his monologue, held a bothered expression. "Excuse me, Mr. Kiehl. If you're really the owner of this hotel, why don't you check the two of us into rooms?" He asked generously, trying his best to hold back the uprising of anger.

"Why of course!" Chandler replied optimistically. "This hotel is such a peaceful resort, if you know what I mean. It even has its own swimming pool and spa! Oh, and there's a gym as well, in case you need one, you know…" He continued talking as he took the two of us to the front desk, preparing to provide us with shelter during our stay.

"Well, that's always nice, isn't it?" I answered Chandler when Blaine wouldn't. The actor was too occupied digging through his luggage in search for his wallet.

"Will the two of you be staying in two separate rooms?" The hotel owner inquired, the question unanswerable.

"That wouldn't be necessary." Blaine spoke before I could, astonishing me. We're sleeping together? "We'll just need two beds in one room, that's all."

Chandler understood the actor to the last statement. He typed a few words into his computer, putting the two of us into his database. "Since you're one of my favourite actors, I won't charge you any money for your stay." He elucidated, a large grin on his lips. "I'll be honored to have you staying here, so don't worry about paying me."

Blaine's enticing smile enlarged as he put away his wallet. I bowed respectfully to the hotel owner, showing him my gratefulness for his humane actions.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Kiehl." Blaine bowed to the loquacious man, showing appreciation him for his hospitality.

"Please, call me Chandler." Chandler said to him with a smile and a wink.

Don't you dare wink at my man. I thought as I silently glared at him but then I remembered why am I'm feeling jealous. As if Blaine IS my man. He's just the guy I'm in love with. No big deal. So, with a weird feeling in my gut I retracted my glare.

The hotel owner pulled out two card keys from his drawer, and gave one to each of us. The two of us accepted it favorably, thanking him whole-heartedly.

"There's just one thing…" The actor indicated before we were sent upstairs. "Could you make sure that I'm shielded from the paparazzi, if there are any?"

I knew where Blaine was going with this, so I offered to propose a justification. "He's on vacation here, so he doesn't want any interruptions." I hoped my words would help clear up the fog which appeared thickly before Chandler. I didn't want the outside world to intrude on our vacation; in the end, I wanted the actor all to myself.

"Consider it done!" Chandler appeared overjoyed despite the added task. "I'll set up a hotel surveillance system right away! Our hotel's technology is quite amazing. We even borrowed devices used by the CIA themselves so we can monitor who goes in and out of the hotel. This way, we can guarantee our tourists a wonderful stay."

I chuckled, realizing that Chandler was nearly a walking commercial. The way he advertised his hotel would certainly guarantee him a position on screen. He's not so bad after all...but still very annoying and talkative. My God...

It felt rude to cut into Chandler's long rants, so I left Blaine to do the dirty work for me.

"Thank you Chandler for all your help." Blaine cut in hastily while Chandler was still amidst his long yet meaningless monologues. "But we really must get settled in our hotel room and put down our all of our luggage."

The frenzied hotel owner nodded. "Of course!" He agreed. "Enjoy your stay!"

I was appreciative of the man, first for offering us a free room, and then for providing a hotel surveillance system to keep out unwanted business. It was amazing how anyone would act so orderly in the presence of a celebrity. It completely dumbfounded me how much impact Blaine had on normal, everyday people.

The two of us were determined to head up to our rooms—or room, to be specific. I expected Blaine to be cold-hearted and ruthless, pushing me aside into a minor separate room and allowing himself to enjoy his privacy in the larger suite. I had no idea that he wanted my company during this vacation. The erratic actions from the merciless actor completely made me feel as if I was on another planet.

I rode the elevator with him up to our high floor. We immediately found the location of our room, and slid our keys in to unlock the wooden door. We were completely relieved when we entered the suite, finding two beds to reside our weary bodies upon.

Blaine sank into his bed immediately as the two of us entered. The room dumbfounded me, its luxury matching up to the one in Paris. I lifted the curtains and glanced out to witness the spectacular view below us. This time, the sight wasn't of a city covered in gold, but of the vast, blue, clear ocean.

Desiring the actor to observe the extravagant sight, I urged him to follow in my footsteps. To my misfortune, he wouldn't budge, still nailed to the bed like a lazy animal that hadn't slept in weeks.

I shook my head at the entertainer, wanting to label the man 'cute.' However, a part of me reminded myself that the brutal man wouldn't treasure that title one bit, leaving me with no other choice but to refer to him as 'monster'.

I chuckled a bit as such unnecessary thoughts sailed through my mind. Mimicking Blaine, I laid myself on the other mattress, planning to catch some rest before the two of us left to explore the island.

I glared over at Blaine, who was now fast asleep. "Hey Actor and Singer Blaine Anderson!." I spoke politely, yet mischievously at the same time. "Don't sleep too long! We've still got an adventure on this island ahead of us!" I reminded him with a smile.

The sleeping figure was irresponsive, making my eyes roll. I prepared myself for a short nap as I took off my jacket, sinking into the mattress heavily as the gentle material caught me. I was looking forward to waking up, still marvelled that I would be spending time on this island...on this fantasy trip...with no other than him.

...no other than the man I'm irrevocably in love with...

Before I fell asleep completely, I heard Blaine murmur a short statement in his sleep, almost like he was sleep talking.

"Don't call me Actor and Singer Blaine Anderson…" He droned on soullessly, dead to the world. "My name is Blaine…" And then he started snoring.

With that said, I fell asleep with a smile that can't be wiped off my face.

Did I make Chandler annoying enough or do I need to make him more annoying. He needs to be annoying here, you'll know why in the next chapters to come. What do you guys think of the chapter? Too short? Too long? Come on, we want Klaine to get together already! I think I want Blaine to be with Chandler and Kurt to be with Sam! Anything you want to say is welcome in the reviews! So...review! :)

God, I sounded like a commercial there, didn't I? Forgive me? I'll give you a cyber cookie? *insert me giving a cyber cookie* :)

Thanks for reading! :)

~ Mar