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This chapter and the next two will be the turning point of the story. Why do I say so? Well...read the chapter and see for yourself... :)

~ Mar

Chapter Thirteen: The Monster Confesses, Beauty Listens

6:50 PM Bora Bora

It was nearly dusk by the time the two of us had awoken. Our bodies desired for us to stay in bed, but our minds were far too eager to taste the spirit of this elegant island. Our stomachs were growling, a sign to us that we haven't eaten properly since the pretzels and peanuts on the airplane. However, the two of us were challenged with a new dilemma when we both sought different ideas for our evening dining. I was terribly hungry, and yearned for the proper food to nourish my desperate stomach.

Sadly, the incorrigible and childish actor didn't agree with me.

Bastard.

"I said, we can eat barbeque back at home in America, there's no need to eat it here!" Blaine offered me his proposal, forcing me to agree on his behalf.

"It's island barbeque that I'm talking about, not American! There is a huge difference, Blaine!" I shouted as we reached the hotel lobby, pointing out my correct ideals. "And besides, you don't even know what the seafood here tastes like! You might not even like it." I pointed out.

The actor sighed, sick of my arguments. "That's just it! I want to try something different! Is that too much to ask for?" He glanced away, unwilling to hear my opinions. "Barbeque reminds me of America. I'm on a vacation to escape that place. I really don't need anything to get me sidetracked."

I stared at him with a piercing glare. "What about me, huh? What about my opinions? I miss America, and not to mention, I'm fucking hungry!" I yelled stubbornly, bringing out the height of my hunger through my livid words. You can't really blame me. I'm so hungry I can eat a whole antelope. Literally.

"Well, 'Reporter Kurt Hummel,'" He impersonated, making my nerves pop. "I'm fucking hungry too, and I want to eat seafood!" He shouted sounding so childish.

"Barbeque!" I contradicted.

"Seafood!" He repeated.

"Barbeque!"

"Seafood!"

"Barbeque!"

"Seafood!"

"Baaaarrrbeeeeqquuuee!"

"Seeeaaafoood!"

"BARBEQUE!"

"SEAFOOD!"

"Bar—"

The hotel owner, Chandler Kiehl, noticed the two of us arguing and immediately came to our aid. I was completely sure he was worried that our little 'fight' would frighten the other guests away, and came to stop us before our conversation got out of hand.

"Now, now, there's no need to fight." Chandler consoled as if we were five year old toddlers. "I have a solution for everyone!" He spoke his words farcically, making me gag. He sounds like he knows how to cure cancer and world hunger. Bitch please. "There's an eatery that serves both gourmet island barbeque and seafood downtown. I can take the two of you there, if you wish." He offered with a smile.

Hmmm...maybe he does know how to cure cancer and world hunger...

I exchanged looks with Blaine, completely relieved that Chandler had come to our rescue before our argument had gotten completely out of control. I was very sure that our argument would have gotten out of control if Chandler didn't intervened and that would have resulted to another airport incident. We wouldn't want that to happen again.

"Really, would you do that?" I asked, the luster in my eyes filled with suspicion. That was awfully nice of him...

Stop being so suspicious, Kurt! He is not out to get Blaine from you!

"Of course!" The hotel manager remarked, utter enthusiasm in his voice. His voice got me out of my jealous thoughts. "Anything for my favourite actor and his assistant!"

Blaine and I smirked, thankful for the talkative man's help. I was sure Chandler had resided on this island for quite a while, so it was only natural he knew how to solve the tourists' difficult deadlocks.

"Are you okay with that, Actor and Singer Blaine Anderson?" I asked, a teasing smile on my face.

"Of course," The actor agreed, smiling as well. "How about you Assistant Kurt Hummel?"

"I'm okay with that." Thank God he didn't blew our cover.

Having our agreement, Chandler led us outside to his car, a luxurious bright red convertible. My eyes widened in shock as I laid my eyes on the spectacular vehicle. The time spent with the actor was really starting to bring me into a life of extravagance. The thought of it brought an impish grin to my lips. I could really get used to this lifestyle.

Chandler drove the two of us out of hotel grounds and into the peaceful town of Bora Bora. The gentle ocean breeze blew past us, making us shiver in tranquil comfort. Beside our road lay the stunning Pacific Ocean, now reflecting the nightfall from the sky into its waters.

It felt so right, being here with Blaine; so relaxed, so carefree, so perfect. If only I was brave enough to lean an inch closer to him, then my selfish desires would be completely fulfilled.

Then again, as if my desires would ever be fulfilled. That's just an impossible dream.

Our car went downhill and entered the town square. There were no tall buildings, no pollution, and certainly no tall apartment housing areas. The ocean air engulfed small shops and boutiques, each one looking like they had been built hundreds of years ago.

I would love to live here. I thought to myself as my gaze turned from the beautiful scenery to the man seating next to me, the most beautiful man in the world.

With Blaine... I added.

7:15 PM Bora Bora.

Chandler maneuvered through the many shops and cafés until he found our destination. The actor and I departed the vehicle, waving a goodbye and expressing our gratitude as the kind-hearted and talkative man left us. The two of us proceeded into the small restaurant, our stomachs suffering even more as the delicious scent of food penetrated our noses.

A waitress of the eatery kindly led us to a small two-person table. The table was ornamented with a candle and a rose as the centerpiece. All of the other lights of the restaurant were shut, leaving only the candles to light up the dark atmosphere.

Blaine received a menu from the waitress and began to look through the large booklet. I was awed, judging by how marvelous he appeared in the dim candlelight. The dim glow brought his curly brown hair to a dark shade of chocolate, enticing the life out of me. It was almost black. His tan skin appeared caramel in my eyes, dipped with a hint of red cherry from his desirable lips.

Cherries, chocolate, and caramel… delicious.

There Blaine was, an entirely scrumptious ice-cream sundae placed right in front of me. He looked so enticing that I almost wanted devour him. Every. Last. Piece. Of. Him.

Fuck barbeque and seafood, I had a whole gourmet meal in front of me to enjoy.

Exotic smells blended sinfully together with his cologne, making my body paralyzed and my senses numbed. Just being with him was enough to lift me to the gates of heaven, my skin tingling just to receive contact with his touch and my lips beseeching for his.

The dim restaurant brought Blaine's seduction to a higher level, leaving me breathless. Completely worn out from our plane ride to the island, the two of us ordered what we desired from the multi-variety menu. The actor ordered a seafood platter while I was drawn by the island barbequed beef. Within moments, our plates arrived at our small table, the food glistening and our stomachs growling.

An island cocktail had come along with our meal, one that contained a small amount of alcohol. With my inner pervert claiming the best of me, I had wondered inquisitively how the two of us would react if we both ended up drunk.

I ignored the thought as I dug into my plate. The barbeque beef was enticing me...although, not as much as Blaine did...with its savory smells and tender texture. With a fork in one hand and a knife in another, I consumed a large portion of the beef instantly, pleasing my aching stomach.

I let the flavour of the beef sink into my tongue, hoping to taste a wonderful blend of spices and herbs. I was overwhelmed however, when the taste of the beef didn't meet my standards, not giving my taste buds what they desired.

I glanced hungrily onto Blaine's plate, wondering if the seafood before him would please my appetite. I wanted to taste it horribly. After all, we were on an island; why not enjoy some of its fresh local delicacies?

"Mind if I have a piece?' I spoke with an unhesitant voice, letting my fork lead my way over to the seafood dish. He agreed, allowing me full access to his plate.

I picked up a piece of scallop and devoured it, its flavour surprisingly richer than the barbeque beef I ordered. I shoved another one inside my mouth, wishing I would've ordered Blaine's dish instead of mine.

He looked hungrily at my plate, a bit hesitantly, I could tell. "May I have a taste of yours as well?" He asked, mimicking my previously-said words. I agreed, letting the actor the freedom of taking whatever he desired.

The two of us sat in silence for a few moments. I had no desire to eat my barbeque beef. It was rare and over-seasoned for my taste, and I wished that I could somehow exchange my plate for Blaine's.

"Do you want to exchange plates?"

The two of us spoke at the same time, making our tentative points clear. I sighed, relieved that the actor felt the same as I did.

"My seafood tastes a bit strange, I prefer your barbeque beef a lot more." He confessed nervously. I found his nervousness to be quite cute.

I nodded, showing my side of the story. "My beef… it's too rare. I would rather have your seafood as well."

The two of us exchanged our plates fervently, a blush on our cheeks and our voice refusing to choke out any words. It felt a bit awkward, being so casual with such a brilliant actor. Did this mean I was actually his friend? Was I perhaps a bit more than just a mere fan?

I dug into the seafood, telling myself that my assumptions were incorrect. I had a tendency to be excessively friendly with everyone I met, putting Blaine as an obvious victim. However, I was discontented, even if I was gladly given the term 'friend' as a title. I desired more, much more. With the cherry caramel chocolate sundae placed right infront of me, I lusted nothing more but to be awarded the title of a 'lover.'

As if I would get such title...

I considered it an impossible thought. Not only was Blaine completely heterosexual, but he had also ignored all sights of love to begin with. He had no idea what love could possibly mean, putting me up as an obvious target for rejection. The closest I'll ever get to him is being his friend—nothing more, nothing less. The thought was ready to bring frustration to my countenance, torturing my emotions while it poked at my nerves.

"Have you ever had girlfriend before?" My mouth released the seven words so swiftly that my mind couldn't even recall coming up with them. "You might as well be honest with me, since I'm your reporter after all."

Taking a sip of his cocktail, he furrowed his brows. "I told you not to ask me about such things, remember?"

"But Blaine, this is not for my article, it's for me." I confessed genuinely. I couldn't help but be a little curious. After all, I was a fanatic fan-girl...oops, fan-boy.

He exhaled, a sign that he was ready to open up to me from my observations. "I-I…" He wavered, still in predicament whether he should actually tell me the truth. "I've never really felt attracted to anyone." He acknowledged. "So no, I've never been in a relationship."

I smiled, my predictions completely correct. I was getting sharper everyday.

"But you must've had some sort of affection for someone, right?" I asked, engrossed in our conversation. "I mean… even when you were a child?"

He scoffed, making me feel as if I had spoken the wrong words.

"There was no time for 'affection' during my childhood." He remarked impassively. "My parents were far too busy to give me one. My father was always travelling somewhere to build another firm and make millions. He doesn't love me or our family. What he loves is power and money. My mother was always with her friends, wasting the money my father gives her. She doesn't give a damn that she's a mother. She only cares for herself. And my brother, he was always the boss of me. He always made me look bad while he would look like an absolute angel to my parents. He also took away what's left of my parents affection if there was any thereby leaving me with zero. Thereby, my childhood sucks. It sucks so much that I can only sum up the good parts in three words. Music and CN."

"CN?"

"Cartoon Network,"

I mentally punched myself in the head. If I had known this earlier, I would've understood his obscure deeds of ignoring me and shutting me off from his world instead of going berserk over it. My heart truly sympathized for him—an emotion which I expected I would never have. The spectacular actor whom everyone in America was after wasn't so spectacular after all.

"Also," He continued. I thought he was done with his confession. Apparently not. "There's no time for affection now. Ever since I was discovered by the agency, it took away all my possible lovers. I watched in jealousy at the other actors, actresses, and staff members with their significant others while I was forced to memorize script after script and record song after song. They kept me so busy that I never have a chance to do anything I want. Because of my fucking job, every real emotion I feel was stripped of me and now I don't even know anymore if what I feel is real or fake."

I stopped eating, putting my full attention towards him. I truly felt sorry for the actor and I wish I could do something to make him forget of his pain and feel loved. "I'm so sorry, Blaine." I apologized, not for his forgiveness, but to show compassion for the man. "I'm sure that your family loved you. They just didn't how to show it that much. I'm also sure that the agency wanted your career to be successful thus the reason why they made you work so hard for it. Besides, they brought you to what you are now: the most talented man in America. The incredible man who sing songs that are absolutely breath-taking and acts with so much emotion that it reduces everyone who watches to cry their hearts out."

He shook his head, slamming his fork onto the table. "Y-You don't understand, Kurt. You're always so deceived by the outside world that you don't give a damn about my inner desires." Ouch. His words stung, making me feel like a relentless sadist.

"My family and the agency ruined me! They took away all my chances to love someone, much less to live! Those emotions captured on the screen, they were absolutely fake! I can't find myself to act romantic or passionate in front anyone anymore. I'm ruined!"

I wanted to meet my hands with his shoulder so I could offer him a bit of comfort. However, the least I could do was to let him speak, hoping he would vent as much rage as he could without blowing head off and going completely insane.

"…That's why I chose to go on this vacation." He clarified. "I needed time for myself, to realize who 'Blaine Anderson' really is." He smiled, a trace of hope on his visage.

"I plan to quit acting as soon as I'm finished with this vacation. I just can't take it anymore."

I gasped, hoping the words he spoke were complete lies. No way. "No way!" I almost choked on a piece of crab. He has got to be kidding me. "That's a lie!"

"I'm being completely honest. I can't lie when I'm sitting down." He smarted off, making me eye him furiously.

"Ha ha, very funny." I spoke sardonically.

Blaine should be a comedian after he ends his career as an actor. Sam would take a liking to him since he was always interested in those old-man jokes.

"Never less, ending your career as an actor is insane!" I argued, hoping he would understand. "I'll tell you who the real 'Blaine Anderson' is! He is an amazing actor whom so many look up to. He's the source of hope for some, and even a hero in the entertainment industry. I, for one, am going to do all that I can to stop this Blaine Anderson from quitting his job."

He refused to look at me, irritated at my words. "Well, I can't have the cake and eat it too, can I?" He asked. "It's either isolation from life or isolation from acting. And I choose the latter."

I wanted lecture him for bringing up such unnecessary topics during our serene dinner. "Let's not talk about this anymore." I commanded, sick of his incoherent words. "You're on a vacation to escape all that, remember? So why bring it up all of a sudden?"

He shrugged, nonchalant of his obvious mistake.

"Let's talk about this when we get home, okay?" I suggested. "Right now, we need to enjoy as much of this vacation as we can." I stated the truth, hoping he would agree with me. "Everything will be figured out, I promise. I guarantee that your life will be a lot brighter after this vacation, whether it includes acting or not."

He linked his eyes with mine, showing me his overwhelming amount of concern. I knew in that moment that he believed me.

And for the first time, I could finally see a full smile light up on his attractive face. A smile, if I may add, caused by me.

Besides a semi-date between Kurt and Blaine, this chapter's purpose is to give Blaine a backstory and a reason to why he is such a monster in the first place. Knowing Blaine's story would lead to something between Kurt and Blaine in the next chapter. So stay tuned. Also, what do you think of Blaine's story? I, for one, felt so sorry for him. No wonder he is such a monster.

~ Mar