Author's note: Sorry for the late update. I had endless exams and I've been travelling a lot but I am home now for the summer and I plan to write a whole lot. :D Super long chapter to make up for it though :) I hope you guys like it.
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Finding You, Finding Me
Chapter: 4
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It was exactly eight-thirty that morning when Blaine, Cooper and the rest of his band pulled up to New Direction's home. The morning was one full of anticipation that could easily be noticed by the ever glowing grin on Trent's face as well as the fact that Cooper hadn't even turned his television on for the entire morning.
Blaine turned his gaze from the four story building and back into the car towards his friends when he had noticed that no one made any kind of attempt to leave the car when they arrived. He was soon alerted to the fact that all the eyes of those in the car were on him.
His eyebrows lowered slowly in growing suspicion, "What?" he directed the question to all the onlookers.
Cooper smirked, "Why don't you go call them for us?"
Blaine noticed almost immediately that the question wasn't asked just as a request but went more along the lines of a taunting dare as if Cooper had expected him to refuse the demand.
"Why me?" Blaine asked now, cautiously, still curious as to why Cooper had selected him out of the six other persons in the tour bus with them.
Cooper shrugged, his smirk never fading, "Didn't you tell us you made up with Kurt? It shouldn't be a problem for you to call them now that you guys are such good friends..."
Blaine sighed, "You guys still don't believe me?"
"Well, you can't expect us to believe that story you told us," Wes chuckled.
"I'm telling you," Blaine insisted, "he met me on the stairs, told me it would be best if we stopped fighting as much as we do and we're cool now," he ended.
Trent scoffed, "Yeah right..."
"Fine," Blaine started, "I'll go get them."
Blaine made his way off the bus, shaking his head in annoyance and ignoring the many disbelieving faces of his friends. He didn't have a problem with calling Kurt down, since they had established some sort of acquaintanceship the week before.
But that was exactly it. It had been an entire week, and who was to say that Kurt hadn't (purposely) forgotten all about their agreement.
"You come back down here with them without one argument and then we'll believe you," Cooper called after him as he rang their door bell.
"Just a minute!" came Rachel's loud reply from inside, followed by the sound of many scuffling feet inside.
"Was that shouting we just heard Blaine!" Cooper shouted from the bus, laughter slipping free amidst his words.
"I knew you didn't make up with them!" Wes joined in and Blaine tried his best to ignore them, knowing that swearing loudly back at them wouldn't be the best thing to do in front of the home of a guy who had loathed every fiber of his being just a week before then.
So he quickly turn his attention back on the door before him that was quickly opened, revealing a fully dressed Rachel, suitcase in hand.
He tried to ignore the fact that she still kept her regular attire of stockings, weird printed sweaters and a short pleated skirt, despite the fact that she actually had money now and could buy any designer clothing she wished to.
Rachel frowned at him, "What are you doing here?"
Blaine could practically feel Cooper and the other boys' eyes on him and anticipating the reaction Rachel's frown would earn him from them, Blaine let himself into the house and Rachel closed the door behind them.
"I came to get you guys, the bus is outside," Blaine explained, "You do know the plane leaves in three hours right?" he asked.
Rachel smiled, "But we're celebrities now. The plane can wait on us," she replied and she leaned over to fix her shoes onto her feet.
Blaine couldn't help the small smile that formed on his lips towards her comment.
"But," he began, "our pilot shares the skies with other pilots and plots our path beforehand so that we can get there without colliding with any other planes. He can't just change the time of our flight because we're famous..."
"Hmm," Rachel glanced at him from head to toe.
"What?" Blaine asked catching her suspicious eying.
She shrugged, combing through her hair with her fingers, "Nothing," she answered, "You're just smarter than I originally thought."
Blaine mentally thanked the four who joined him and Rachel now since they had unknowingly prevented him from telling Rachel off and potentially failing his mission for that morning. (Yes, he had began to call it a mission, because of the difficulty level of actually leaving New Direction's house hold without a single argument...That, and he felt totally badass).
"Why's Anderson here?" Sam asked, assisting Quinn and Mercedes in wheeling their suitcases down the stairs.
"You guys do know that we're taking my band's bus to go to the airport?" Blaine asked, watching all of them now.
None of them looked shocked in the least and Mercedes answered with a shrug, "Of course we know that.."
Blaine continued, "Then why are you all so surprised to see me here?"
Quinn gave a small laugh while assisting the struggling Sam in carrying her bags down the stairs.
"Because it's you," Quinn answered, rolling her eyes as if it was utterly foolish of Blaine not to realize his mistake.
"Just a few months ago, you told us we were terrible and that we had no talent," Quinn continued hands on her waist, her eyes never wavering off of his own and with such an air of superiority that he now found himself wondering whether or not she was some sort of cheerleader in High School. It would definitely fit her.
"Heck, just last two weeks ago he told me I was a terrible song writer," Mercedes threw in, welcoming Tina, Mike and Finn who also entered the room and joined the now long line of them that stood in a semicircular curve front of him like an army barricade and he had to admit, it was pretty cool how synchronized they looked; glaring faces and frowning lips all directed at him.
The only thing missing now, well apart from the other glee members missing, was Kurt, who he could already imaging taking his place as their leader in front of them with a scowl plastered on his face and their previous alliance that day on the stairs long but forgotten.
"Yeah man," Sam put in, arms folded at his chest, "you have a lot of nerve strolling in here when we all hate your guts..."
Mercedes nodded, "And when Kurt finds out you came in here without so much as bringing 'eye-candy Cooper' along, he's gonna be pissed," and she shared a looked with Tina that he'd seen many times in his years of performing but mostly from his female fan-base. He had labelled the look: 'I'm-a-fangirl-and-my-ship-is-better-than-yours'. (1)
Yes, Cooper had helped him with the name since he was also quite familiar with the look as well and after taking a short trip to tumblr, they had deemed the name worth of its meaning.
Blaine watched as the girls all giggled now, obviously engaging in some sort of inside joke that he was sure he didn't want to be a part of especially if it had anything to do with Kurt having feelings for his brother...
...Eww.
"So you all hate me?" Blaine questioned, feeling like he had already known the answer.
As Rachel spoke, a few more of their band-mates joined their semicircular military formation.
"Yes," Rachel answered, with a confirmatory nod of her head, one that Mercedes and Tina had also participated in.
"Well not me," Finn put in, just when Blaine was about to tick the little imaginary box in his head that said 'Return to Cooper and the others like the failure you are' which was right next to the one that said 'Return to Cooper and the others with my new friend Kurt (like a boss)'. He smiled internally. His imagination had quite the ego.
His imaginary pen settled between both boxes as Santana spoke as well.
"I don't hate you either gay face but that may only be because you're extremely attractive and Britt and I might need an attractive sperm donor some day," and she gave a small shrug before entertaining Brittany's question about whether or not they were playing 'Duck Duck Goose' and if so, why was the circle only a half circle and why was Blaine still standing in the middle if he was clearly the Goose and had to tag them.
It was safe to say now that these New Directions were a strange bunch.
He observed as Mercedes and Tina totally forgot about his existence and carried on a conversation about who would top and who would bottom if Kurt and Cooper really did get together.
He then glanced over to Rachel who was reconstructing Finn's hairstyle to one that had more of a 'star personality' while humming her own modified version of 'If a Girl Isn't Pretty' from Funny Girl so that it was more fit for a male.
Sam, right before his eyes, had become Matthew Mcconaughey. He was pretty good at his impersonation too by the way Mike and Artie were cracking up.
And last but not least he could see by the look on Puck's face that he was struggling to mentally price Blaine's guitar charm hand band that he obviously planned to steal and sell on the internet. His constant calculation questions thoroughly annoyed Quinn, who shook her head and rolled her eyes at his sad attempts.
Blaine truly wondered if they were ready for this tour when they had they all seemed to have the attention span of a York Peppermint Pattie but he was so close becoming their friends; well in his mind he was.
"So," he spoke up after clearing his throat, "where's Kurt?"
"He's upstairs, but don't even think about going up there and getting him angry," Rachel answered quickly.
"Why would I do that? Didn't he tell you we made up?" Blaine asked. He saw their hesitation so he continued, "I apologized to him the day we went to Sebastian Records when he met me on the stairs. We made a sort of pact..."
"Seriously?" Finn asked.
"Wait, by make up, you mean 'make up make up'?" Tina asked, casting another one of her looks complimented with a wink over to Mercedes who looked more than happy to entertain Tina's new theory on Blaine and Kurt having an affair behind Cooper's back. The female mind was really something.
"Seriously," Blaine answered, before he could be asked any more questions.
"Oh, well go on then. He's in his room just finishing up," Rachel answered him and they all dispersed, some gathering their bags or tidying up the home or making last minute additions to their suitcases and bags; yet again ignoring his existence.
Blaine openly gaped at their nonchalance. Wow, he thought. It was that simple to gain their trust.
Even though this trait was one that could get them in trouble in the music industry, he couldn't help but think that Cooper, Wes and the others could take a lesson from them in trust.
After Rachel informed him of the exact location of Kurt's room, Blaine moved easily around the bustling New Directions members and climb the stairs to the first floor, feeling extremely proud of himself for remaining completely calm when Rachel had told him that Kurt's room was opposite the home theater.
..Sebastian had never gotten him a home theater.
He found the room soon enough and to his surprise the door was open and he could faintly hear Kurt's voice as well as another person's voice; one he didn't recognize. However, it didn't take long for him to realize who the person was as curiosity got the better of him and he began to listen in on their conversation.
"And you'll call me the minute you get there?"
"Yeah dad," he heard Kurt reply.
"No, I'm serious Kurt. This is the first time you'll be travelling so far away from home. Don't forget to call, okay? And be sure to have your phone on at all times and if you need anything just call me," The older man rambled on.
Blaine heard a small thud, probably from Kurt closing his suitcase and then Kurt laughed.
"I promise dad. I'll call you whenever I get the chance," Kurt answered.
"You're so calm about this Kurt. Do you know how great this is? Do you know how happy I am for you? You really deserve this. I know you'll do well," The man went on again.
Another small but quieter thud alerted Blaine to the fact that they were now hugging, then Kurt gave a little sniffle before placing his suitcase on the floor.
"Thanks dad but I'm not gonna sing," Kurt spoke the words like a sincere apology to which his father sighed, "I know but just be careful this time, okay?"
Blaine's eavesdropping was cut short as the two men made their way towards to the door and he made his escape to the home theater across the hall, peering into the large room, pretending to have mistaken it for Kurt room.
Kurt closed the door behind him, laughing as his dad marveled yet again at the large house.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do in here," he said.
"Well you don't have to stay here. Maybe bring Carol over sometimes for an evening alone and make sure the maid doesn't steal my hair products," Kurt explained, only then seeing Blaine just across the hall from him calling his name into the home theater room.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked as if he was the absolute last person Kurt expected to see there; and he was.
Blaine turned around, putting his acting skills to work, "Oh, Rachel must have given me the wrong directions to your room."
Kurt's perfectly plucked eyebrows lowered in suspicion, "I'd believe that, except for the fact that it says 'Home Theater' on the door," Kurt laughed, "You're a terrible actor Blaine."
Blaine sighed. Maybe that was the reason he wasn't asked to do many commercials.
"Were you eavesdropping?" Kurt asked again and Blaine only needed to see Kurt's father's expression to know exactly what his answer should be.
"Of course not," he lied.
Kurt laughed at the comment that was so obviously a lie, however Burt was a lot less amused, "Who's this Kurt?" he asked.
Blaine was about to ask Kurt's father if he had been living in a cave or under some large rock for the last five years, however he held his tongue knowing that while the comment might have sounded funny in his head, Kurt's dad might not have appreciated it much.
So he allowed Kurt to give a rather halfhearted explanation, "He's going on tour with me."
As if anticipating Blaine's shocked expression towards his explanation, Kurt turned, looking directly at Blaine. He laughed once more upon seeing Blaine's brows creased and eyes closed slightly in annoyance.
Having his share of laughs for that morning and knowing that his overprotective father would have wanted a better explanation than the one he had given for the fact that an unknown boy who was certainly not a part of New Directions was venturing up to his room.
"He's Blaine Anderson dad," Kurt prompted and he shook his head as his dad just looked even more confused, "His band 'Anderson' is world famous. He's signed to Smythe Records too and he's going on the tour with us."
Burt nodded, gradually understanding, "So he's not your boyfriend?"
Blaine watched as Kurt shook his head and rolled his eyes, obviously used to hearing his father ask this question, "No dad," he answered, making his way down the stairs, his suitcase making an annoying 'thunk' noise with each step it rolled down onto.
Blaine would have joined him in his leave if it wasn't for the fact that Burt didn't look accommodating to Blaine leaving at all.
"I'm Burt, Kurt's dad," He greeted properly, hand outstretched.
Blaine accepted the gesture with a small nod as much as he didn't feel comfortable doing it.
"Blake was it?" Burt asked.
"Blaine," he corrected.
Burt nodded, "Right, Blaine. So you're famous? Been in this business for a long time I take it.."
Blaine shrugged, "Only three years.."
Burt didn't really listen, instead going on to ask, "So you know better than I do about how this business can destroy people?" and although it was a question, Burt again hadn't waited for Blaine to answer, except he went on, saying, "You seem to be doing well for yourself and I know I don't know you well but please look after Kurt for me."
"I-.."
He was about to refuse. He was about to say that it was ridiculous to ask him to do such a thing when he still had people looking out for him, however he could see in Burt's eyes just how much Kurt meant to him.
Maybe it was the fact that Burt had reminded him of his own father in the sense that Burt was absolutely nothing like his father. He was compassionate and supportive and so Blaine nodded, "Sure."
Burt gave him a light pat on the shoulder, "Thank you," then he made his way down the stairs as well and Blaine followed after him.
Blaine watched as Rachel and the others exited the house, suitcases in hand. Rachel's other hand, however was linked with Burt's pulling him outside with her, "I can't believe you don't know who 'Anderson' is!" she exclaimed.
Tina took his other hand, "Kill-joy Blaine's still inside, so we can probably get Wes and the others to sing something for you Mr Hummel. They're really good."
"Not better than Kurt," Burt muttered following the two girls.
As the room cleared, he noticed Kurt's suitcase still at the base of the stairs and the obvious running of water in the next room made him roll his eyes at the fact that Kurt still hadn't gone outside yet.
He walked into the kitchen, "The drive to the airport is an hour Kurt and there might be traffic," Blaine complained seeing Kurt's depositing his used glass into the dishwasher.
"Can't a guy have a glass of water?" Kurt asked very nonchalantly.
"There's water on our bus!" Blaine retorted, "Now let's go!" he said once more, before turning around, ready to head off.
"Wait," Kurt called after him.
Blaine turned back, thoroughly annoyed with all the setbacks he was having that morning.
"What?" Blaine asked, trying his best to remove the annoyance from his face when he saw that Kurt had a very serious expression on his.
"What did my dad tell you upstairs?" Kurt asked.
Blaine smirked, his mind instantly being filled with the most embarrassing things he could tell Kurt however, he went for a more subtle approach, "Why should I tell you?"
Kurt smirked as well, "Because I'll tell my dad you tried to touch me inappropriately."
Blaine laughed genuinely now and Kurt nodded along, "Obviously you realize he'd kill you. So tell me what he said," Kurt prompted, taking his suitcase up as Blaine handed it to him.
Blaine shrugged, "He just said to keep an eye on you. Make sure you don't manage to screw everything up for yourself but our agreement kind of covers that already. I promised to help you so that's that."
Kurt sighed, "I wished he'd stop being so protective of me."
Blaine shrugged, "You should be happy to have such a supportive father."
"Wow," Kurt began, stopping suddenly, "The ultimate dirt-bag Blaine who just about a week ago cared only about himself is actually teaching me life lessons."
He wiped fake tears from his eyes as Blaine chuckled a bit, "And this is coming from spending just a half hour with me. I'm such a great person."
"Could you repeat that Kurt?" Blaine asked, "I couldn't hear you above your massive ego," he ended, as Kurt locked the door behind him.
Ignoring Blaine's comment, Kurt went on, "I take it you and your father don't have the best relationship."
Blaine laughed, "I'll tell you all about my troubled past another time if you would just hurry the hell up Kurt. Locking a door shouldn't take more than a few seconds... jeez."
Kurt laughed now, finally completing the task and following after Blaine.
"Good Kurt, keep laughing so that Cooper and the others can see.." Blaine muttered.
"What's that?" Kurt asked.
"Nothing, nothing, let's go."
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Blaine would have loved to say that the ride to the airport was a peaceful one; positively oozing with tranquility since that was exactly what he wanted, especially considering the fact that he had stayed up the entire night (knowing fully well of their early flight the next morning) with Cooper, watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. And no, it wasn't that Blaine usually got much rest when travelling with Cooper and his band mates, but he wished that just for once he would, especially after his ordeal of having to get New Direction that morning..
However, unfortunately for Blaine, it was beyond the bounds of possibility that he could even get his eyes shut while in their company. The hour drive (which would seem like a short amount of time to anyone who wasn't in his position) instead allotted him enough time to observe the budding relationship of the loud 'New Directions' and the equally boisterous members of his band 'Anderson' who when observed from a far seemed to be the perfect match if only because of their congruent need to talk at an enormously high decibel.
But no, that wasn't all they had in common.
From an hour drive alone, Blaine had learned a lot more than he had wanted to while on the large bus where he and the bus driver Beiste were the only two sane people.
He'd learned of the budding attraction Nick had acquired for both Brittany and Quinn much to Thad's annoyance since he also had an obvious crush on Brittany which fueled Santana's budding dislike of both of them. She constantly eyed the two dangerously whenever they attempted to have a conversation with Brittany.
Mercedes and Tina, however, couldn't keep their eyes off of Cooper but it wasn't for the reason that you would think, Blaine had observed. Mercedes, he deduced, was in a relationship with Sam White Chocolate Evans which was Sam's supposed stripper name, but how he found that out was another story completely.
Tina, he found out was dating Mike, not by their public displays of affection but lack there of as Mike was noticeably irritated by Tina's fawning over Cooper which he couldn't tell had nothing to do with the fact that she even remotely felt attracted to Cooper at all.
No, Tina's and Mercedes' infatuation with his brother was instead linked to Tina and Mercedes' title in the New Directions household as 'The New Direction Match Makers'. It was a self proclaimed title of course, because no one beside themselves found the need to congratulate Mercedes or Tina on their hooking up of power couple Finn and Rachel who couldn't keep their hands off of one another for the entire ride ...much to everyone's displeasure.
Kurt, however, had great time talking to Wes who, Blaine admittedly knew, had a way with words. But Kurt's gravitation towards Wes and their new-found friendship that Blaine had the pleasure of seeing bloom right before his goddamned eyes, was as a result of Kurt annoyance with Mercedes' and Tina's inappropriate questions to Cooper while he was still hanging out with them. Apparently, Kurt had no desire to learn what Cooper's sexual preference was, what is Zodiac sign was, or what the possibility was of himself and Kurt 'getting the dirty on' on his kitchen table.
Blaine listened in for that one since Cooper's answer would be the deciding factor of whether or not he would eat in or step foot in their kitchen ever again for the rest of his life. Thankfully, Cooper had granted it a very low possibility seeing as he preferred to 'get the dirty on' in the traditional bedroom setting, not that Blaine wanted to know that either.
And Blaine didn't even want to talk about the soulless inconsiderate bastard that was Puck who was obviously so used to the loud environment that he slept effortlessly for the entire ride. Oh how Blaine envied him...and hated him all at once.
By the end of the trip, Blaine had decided that Artie was the only member of New Directions that he could see himself developing a friendship with, granted his 'expressive-confident-soulful-black-man' alter ego Blaine learned he had when he sang did both frighten an intrigue him.
The group climbed out of the bus, meeting a few bodyguards Sebastian had hired to accompany them to their gate for departure but that wasn't before Rachel had asked a question that both annoyed him and make him feel like taking a separate flight altogether.
Hand linked in Finn's, she questioned in all seriousness, "So isn't there an secret underground passageway we could take to get to our gate?" and she dared to continue on, "You know, so that we're not bombarded by our adoring fans."
And then Britney spoke up drowning out Blaine's exasperated "Oh my, God," which was in response to Rachel's comment.
"Underground passageway?" she started, as if a light-bulb had both ignited and then combusted in her head, "Like the one Rosa Sharks made, right? To free the slaves?"
"Oh, my God," this time it came from Kurt, who Blaine was beginning to find much more appealing seeing as he looked as equally confused as Blaine had at that moment.
And then she smiled, setting Thad's heart afire, "I totally should have graduated," she said and looked to Santana for moral support.
"I think you mean Harriet Tubman, Brit," Santana told her simply.
"And I'm pretty sure it was an Underground Railroad," Quinn added.
Puck, who was still stuck on Brittany's original statement, then asked, "Did she say Rosa Sharks?" he turned to the others, "It's Rosa Parks right?"
"This is a joke right?" Blaine asked next, mostly to Kurt.
Thad however, cut in, "Doesn't matter. She's still gorgeous."
"What's that Spanglish? (2)" Santana quickly turned to him, eyes piercing daggers at him.
However, before Thad could retaliate and insult Santana for what was obviously a very hypocritical statement since she was also Latino, Kurt interjected, "The body guards are waiting to take us in so can we leave any arguments for on the plane?"
"Umm, you guys still haven't answered me?" Rachel questioned, still oblivious of the fact that she almost started a full on war just with a simple statement.
Blaine quickly took over, seeing the guards' annoyance, "No Rachel, we walk through the airport like normal people. If fans recognize us, the bodyguards will do their job, we'll hug a few people, kiss a few babies, sign a few autographs."
"I don't think you should tell her to kiss any babies," Cooper put in next, "She's gonna think we're as important as the President..."
Rachel's eye brows lowed in confusion, "Aren't we?"
Blaine sighed, "Let's just get going before she asks any more questions."
"Well excuse me for being inquisitive..."
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As if the walk through the airport wasn't bad enough, what with Rachel bursting into song every two minutes for a few of her fans, or Tina and Mercedes promising to fans that Cooper and Kurt would be together soon enough, Blaine had another surprise coming to him.
"Holy sweet baby Jesus," Artie was the first of the New Direction members to successfully get coherent words out after entering the plane.
"I've never been in a plane like this before," Mike followed Artie searching for a seat that suited his travelling desires, not that the seating arrangements were in any way different.
The plane was spacious and so allowed for everyone to get a seat which was near a window to either look out and bask at the beautiful clouds or cower in fear at how high an altitude they were at. Each compartment came with a touch screen television, equip with the latest movies for their viewing pleasure. The seats, in addition to its bed function, could turn in such a way that it could meet another passenger's compartment and connect to make a couch (which was only safe to do when the pilot indicated) not that that stopped any of the New Directions from doing it anyway.
Blaine had expected Kurt to stop them, however he watched as Kurt remained quite and took a seat to the furthest end of the plane away from everyone. Obviously he had wanted some shut eyes as well and knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about Kurt striking up a conversation or talking loudly, Blaine followed him down to the back.
"Hi Blaine!"
Blaine's trip was cut short when he heard his name being called. The voice was oddly familiar, but it wasn't until he had turned around that he realized he should have kept on walking.
"Hi Sugar..." he replied, much less enthusiastically towards the petite girl now standing in front of him, smile wide and wearing her Blaine filled heart on her sleeve.
"So how have you been?" the flight attendant asked and as if on cue, there came the expression Sugar was so known for; the expression that everyone in Anderson found positively adorable but to Blaine it was somewhat frightening since he had already analyzed it and knew exactly what it meant.
Her brown eyes were always quite wide which is what Blaine knew threw the boys off about her, however there was a noticeable glint in her eyes and Blaine could see that she was almost in anguish. Her hands would twitch slightly at her side, wanting terribly to grab out and hold Blaine down and possibly put him in a plastic bag and carry him off to a secluded island where she could have her way with him but of course, her struggle was whether life imprisonment and solitary confinement was worth the risk.
Due to this, to Blaine, she always seemed to be on the alert; like some sort of jungle animal skilled in stalking it's prey and knowing exactly... when... to...strike...
Blaine had to be careful around her. "Oh I'm fine Sugar," he answered her, "I see they put you with us again," and Blaine shot a quick glare to Cooper up front, who shrugged innocently.
"Yup," she answered, smile growing larger, "and I didn't even ask or anything," she ending, feeling extremely proud of herself.
Blaine nodded with a small smile on his face, which was all he could muster in response to the look of pure adoration and want Sugar was now shooting his way.
"Hey Sugar! You need to be seated!" another flight attendant, this one quite short with flaming crimson red hair called from where she sat near the piloting area, with about four more.
Blaine had to pretend that he didn't see the eyes of death Sugar turned and sent the girl's way before turning back to him.
"Enjoy your flight Blaine," she told him, hand raising up as if to pull him into a hug but quickly reconsidering it, and placing her hand back at her side.
Blaine sat quickly, in the seat beside Kurt, fastening his seat-belt up quickly. Sugar gave a quick check to both Blaine and Kurt's seat-belts before skipping off the the front and buckling herself up.
Finally, Blaine was able to relax a bit, letting a puff of air escape his lips before he turned inquisitively over to Kurt who he was surprised to see was already looking over at him with an amused expression.
"What are you laughing at?" Blaine huffed.
"You," Kurt answered, not even slightly phased by Blaine's annoyed tone, "and that girl," he went on, "You two would be cute together." Kurt ended, just enough to push Blaine buttons.
Blaine was next to snicker as he saw that Kurt's hands were gripping on the seat handles as if holding on for dear life.
"You sure have a lot of nerve making fun of me while you're in this condition," Blaine pointed to the nervous wreck that was Kurt sitting next to him.
"My perseverance is very admirable wouldn't you say?" Kurt asked, and only then did his voice begin to quiver.
"Wow, you're really scared," Blaine observed him now, also observing the 'no duh' look now etched on Kurt face then he clapped, applauding the cowardly Ohioan, "I applaud you Kurt. I mean up until now you've been extremely calm. That's surprising for someone whose never been on a plane before."
Kurt didn't think much of the compliment, seeing as the words were saturated with sarcasm.
"Holy fuck!" Kurt cursed the minute the plane began to move, and Blaine couldn't help the laugh that erupted from his lips towards Kurt's shaking and the way his eyes darted around everywhere, just to make sure no one was doing anything funny that could jeopardize the flight.
Blaine was a little disappointed that the window shades had to be closed since he was beginning to wonder how Kurt would react to seeing the plane actually speeding off and taking flight.
*ding ding*
"Oh my-..oh God, holy Jesus! W-what was that?" Kurt panicked.
Blaine laughed, "Kurt calm down, just listen," Blaine instructed, vouching to look away from Kurt now since he realized that Kurt's nervousness seemed to be rubbing off on him who had been on dozens of flights.
"Good morning and welcome guys, this is your captain Shane Tinsley speaking. Once we get airborne today, our flight time will be 5 hours and 45 minutes; currently, the winds are out of the South at 12 MPH, excellent visibility, scattered clouds, and the temperature is 27 degrees centigrade, that is about 81 degrees Farenheit. We'll get back to you en-route just as soon as we have more information; and once again, welcome aboard."
"Aww, well that was actually really comforting," Kurt said now, his nerves easing.
And who would Blaine be if he didn't send him right back on the edge. So Blaine started, "Yeah, he always pilots alongside Azimio Adams," and then Blaine decided the perfect thing to say so as to trigger a hysteric Kurt, "I don't think Azimio is co-piloting today though which means it's probably Jacob...God..."
"'God'? What's that supposed to mean?" Kurt asked breathing noticeably increasing in rate.
Blaine sighed, "Nothing, nothing, except he isn't as experienced, as he should be. But nothing's happened before..."
"Oh God no, no, no, no, no," Kurt began and he didn't stop there. As the plane increased in it's speed down the runway, preparing for take off, Blaine could make out, over 'whooshing' sound of the fast moving plane, a string of curse words, accompanied a 'Dear God' ever so often.
Blaine, deciding that it was about time to put Kurt out of his misery, still laughing though, turned to Kurt saying, "Kurt, Kurt," and when he had Kurt's attention he went on, "I'm kidding. Azimio and Shane work great together and we've never had any problems with them before.
"Kidding?" Kurt exclaimed, not loud enough for anyone but him and the still laughing Blaine to hear. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you! Now I'm all worked up and nauseous, might I just add," he spat, "I'm holding you accountable for this! The minute we're in the air, you're responsible for making me better or else my breakfast along with my gastric juices are gonna be in your lap- wait...w-whoa, whoa, whoa, wait- are- oh my God, we're going up aren't we?" Kurt asked, head implanting itself into the back of his seat and his eyes shutting.
"It's cool right?" Blaine asked almost indistinguishably since his laughter made it very hard for him to speak.
"If I wasn't so scared right now, I'd kill you," Kurt replied menacingly.
Blaine laughed, "Said the guy who can't even keep his eyes open for a plane's take off."
"You know what Blaine?" Kurt began, eyes still closed.
"What?" Blaine chuckled.
"I hate you..."
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"Oh God this is terrible..."
"I'm dying.."
"Maybe I should close my eyes..."
"...I feel like Cher is throwing a concert in my stomach."
"Or maybe Tina Turner..Which would explain why everything's sparkling. God her sequin dresses were genius."
"Wouldn't it be cool if Cher and Tina Turner sang together. I'd go to that concert..."
"I can't even get to sleep. God! This is the worst!"
"And I can barely hear anything because I have the most terrible air bubbles just jammed right up my ear."
"Can you sleep Blaine?" Kurt postponed the rest of his rant to address Blaine about an hour into the flight.
"Not with you talking so much!" Blaine rebutted.
"Well I'm sorry! But it's your fault for edging me on so much. I feel awful," Kurt ended and when Blaine saw Kurt put his head back against the seat and pass a trembling hand over his face, he couldn't help the guilt he felt. Especially when he saw that Kurt swallowed profusely, almost every second as if to keep any food that fought to resurface in his stomach where it belonged.
Blaine sighed, knowing that he wouldn't get any sleep with Kurt moaning and groaning beside him and he sure didn't want to change his seat since the front of the plane with the others was obscenely loud.
So, momentarily feeling a bit of pity towards the boy, Blaine moved his hand above his head to the over head call button for the flight attendant.
"Blaine, you need something?" Sugar asked suddenly and Blaine looked up at her as she batted her eyes expectantly. He wasn't even surprised to see that Sugar had arrived in front of him before he could even manage to touch the button.
"Yeah, um, can you do me a favor?" Blaine asked.
"Of course!" she answered a bit too enthusiastically.
"My brother Cooper, could you ask him to give me the pack of gum I bought at the airport and I'd also really like to have a margarita if that's possible," Blaine told her and almost as soon as he finished giving the order, she was gone to fulfill it.
"Wow Blaine," Kurt began suddenly, "I knew you were a dick, but drinking alcohol to celebrate my misery, you're worse than I thought."
"No, dumbass," Blaine told him, taking the glass as Sugar quickly returned with it, "Open your eyes."
Kurt peeked at him out of one eye suspiciously.
"No, I'm not gonna pour the margarita in your eyes Kurt. Your dad would kill me and I kind of need you for our arrangement," Blaine told him to which Kurt nodded.
Kurt opened his eyes and Blaine undid his seat-belt, not before making sure that the fasten seat-belt light was in fact off. Blaine made his way over to the boy kneeling in front of him and gently removed the slice of lemon perched on the glass' rim.
"What are you doing?"
"Believe it or not, whiner, I'm trying to help you. Now open your mouth," Blaine ordered.
He knew that asking Kurt to remove his gripping hands from the hand-rest to perform the action himself was not an option since Blaine couldn't even get get him to pass a blanket for him without Kurt complaining his ass off. Blaine was sure that if the plane was plummeting to its destruction and the only way for them to survive was to move to the front of the plane, Kurt would remain with his hands gripped like a vice on his hand-rests beside him.
Kurt watched as Blaine's fingers came to his nose, closing it shut but very gently so that Kurt found himself admiring Blaine's soft hands. Blaine held the slice of lemon over Kurt's mouth now and squeezed.
Kurt noticed that the blocking of his nose helped lessen the sour taste but not enough to stop Kurt from making a particularly satisfying sour face that Blaine, of course, laughed heartily at.
Kurt would hit him, except that Blaine was actually trying to help.
"Swallow all of it," Blaine instructed and he did. Blaine watched him intently, "Feels a bit better right?"
And it did.
Kurt realized that his nauseous feeling had lessened to a great extent. He smiled beside himself, accepting now the piece of chewing gum that Blaine placed on his waiting tongue.
After stuffing the remaining gum in his jeans pocket, Blaine gave the margarita back to Sugar, "You can give this to Cooper. I know he'd appreciate it," Blaine told her since Cooper was the exact opposite of him, in that no matter the quantity of alcohol he drank, he never or very rarely ever got intoxicated and margarita was one of his favorite alcoholic beverages.
As Blaine sat, he made one last look down the corridor of the plane just to make sure Sugar was giving the glass to Cooper like he had said and not trying to extract his hand-print from on the glass while he wasn't looking.
He didn't, however, expect to see everyone on board with their eyes on him and Kurt.
"Aww!" Tina said first before turning to Mercedes, "That was too cute."
"We might have to rethink Kurt and Cooper then," Mercedes nodded to herself, obviously with a game plan in mind.
Kurt who had obviously eased up a bit because of Blaine's help, now had his eyes open and joined in their teasing, "Yeah Blaine that was really sweet," Kurt said, laughing with the rest of the guys.
He scoffed, "Shut up and chew the gum. The chewing will help with your clogged ears and the mint will take the lemon taste out of your mouth and help with the nausea as well and now that you're feeling better can you shut up so I can get some rest," he directed the last request to everyone up front as well as Kurt sitting beside him.
"Fine.." Kurt answered, feeling that him being quite was a fair reward for Blaine's assistance.
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It wasn't five seconds later before Kurt asked, "So what's New York like?" completely disregarding his and Blaine's agreement.
"You're not gonna let me sleep are you?" Blaine asked, eyes still shut tight.
"I just wanna know what to expect. I mean the guys are supposed to be performing in Madison Square Garden and Sebastian told me that we've sold a lot of tickets to the concert," Kurt went on.
"I think I may have to reconsider this 'being friends' thing with you," Blaine said, turning in his seat so that he faced away from Kurt and he let his eyes catch and follow a few clouds that they passed.
"You can't tell me that your first time performing on a real stage in front of such a big crowd wasn't nerve wrecking for you," Kurt went on.
Blaine considered the challenge but backed down when he realized that he actually couldn't tell him that he wasn't scared because in fact he was scared of his mind. His first real performance in the Staples Center in LA was the most nerve wrecking thing he could ever remember. He vividly recalls retching five minutes before he actually performed. The thought made him smile, since he remembered how long ago it was and how far he had actually come in regards to his career.
Many people were backing him up and the performance was actually well received because of Cooper and his mother encouraging him constantly and up to the last minute.
And a smirk came to his face when he remembered his father's recognition of his talent the night after the performance. The one person who always put him down and disagreed with everything he put his mind to, actually taking a minute to acknowledge his talent.
Blaine sighed, the fond memory making him a bit more lenient to Kurt's constant questioning.
"They'll be fine," Blaine began, thinking back on the fact that he actually wasn't as good as the New Directions singers at the time of his first performance so as much as he hated to admit it, they would probably bring the house down.
So Blaine went on, "Have confidence in them and they'll feed off of that. Once they're not nervous, they'll be just fine."
Kurt took the words to heart and nodded, leaning back and closing his eyes, "Okay, now I'll leave you alone.."
"Good."
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Finn: I don't like cities but I like New York
Not a minute later, Blaine shot up as did Kurt, their eyes opening and darting to the front of the plane, "What the hell is going on?" Blaine asked Kurt immediately.
Santana: The famous places to visit are so many
Kurt laughed, "Oh yeah, didn't I tell you we like to sing travelling songs?"
Finn: Other places make me feel like a dork
Blaine shot him a look, "Are you fucking kidding me? This is a joke right?"
Santana: I told my grandpa I wouldn't miss on any
"Hey, you didn't say they had to keep quiet," Kurt laughed, avoiding Blaine's hazel glare.
Artie: Los Angeles is for people who sleep
Blaine watched them, a dumbfounded expression on his face, "You guys all live in Los Angeles now!" he shouted.
Mercedes: Got to see the whole town right from Yonkers on down to the Bay
Artie: Paris and London Oh baby you can keep
Santana: Baby you can keep
Mercedes: Oh Baby you can keep
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Blaine sighed, "I hate everyone.."
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"That was so much fun," Wes laughed as they entered the hotel, not before meeting tons of fans in the airport. Blaine thanked every God that existed (if they did exist) that Sebastian had booked The Chatwal Hotel for their stay, knowing that this was one hotel that often welcome celebrities. He was certain no crazy fans would be able to get in no matter if they had the $2995.00 it took to purchase the Penthouse suits that they would all be occupying.
Blaine nodded in response to Wes' comment, "I know right. When the plane landed and you guys stopped singing, yeah that was so fun. I liked that part the best," he ended as if answering one of Dora the Explorer's questions after a show, glancing at Wes just to ensure that he had picked up on the sarcasm in his words.
"No Blaine, I mean the plane ride, the airport and the ride here with the guys. We never have so much fun travelling alone," Wes explained as the met up with the New Directions in the hotel. Sebastian stood in the lobby greeting them all.
Normally, it wasn't customary that he accompanied them to their tour venues but for New Direction's sake, he did, just to give the new comers the support they needed.
While things were being sorted out at the front desk, Sebastian joined them in the lobby accompanied by a woman Blaine's band knew very well.
"Okay everyone, this is Lauren Zizes. She'll be keeping an eye on you guys while you're here and along with her staff, she'll inform you guys of everything you need to know from what time you need to wake up to what times are your facials and manicures, etcetera. Terri is already upstairs with the other guys. Please don't destroy anything and enjoy your week of pampering because in a five days you have your 1st concert and then we're on the move again."
Sebastian ended his speech and allowed for any questions.
"Um yeah," Santana started, "If you ever need anyone to share your heap loads of cash with, Brit and I are totally willing."
Tina nodded, "I know right. This hotel is so huge and so clean and it smells like strawberries and happiness."
Sebastian laughed, "Enjoy yourself guys," he said in response to them, "But I have to leave now. I have a busy day tomorrow getting everything ready for you."
The group nodded.
"Oh and one more thing," Sebastian started lastly, smirking at Blaine, "You're free to sleep over with me if you want."
Blaine sighed, rolling his eyes for emphasis, "When pigs fly, Seb," he answered and Sebastian left with his bodyguard chuckling to himself at Blaine's answer.
"Okay guys," Lauren started, "I'm gonna put you in rooms now."
They nodded once more.
"I'm already certain there's gonna be a lot of sexual stuff going down since a lot of you are in relationships and since I don't want to have to deal with you guys moving switching rooms all the time, even though I know you're going to anyway, I'll allow you guys to pick who you want to room with," She explained.
After listening to them, the rooming looked like this:
Cooper, Blaine (They always roomed together)
Mercedes and Tina (Mostly because they wanted to talk about how best they could get Cooper or Blaine into Kurt's pants. Yes, it was their new mission in life)
Kurt, Rachel (Kurt had to practice her solo with her)
Wes, David, Thad
Trent, Nick, Jeff
Puck, Finn, Sam
Mike, Artie
Santana, Brittany, Quinn
Once they were all standing with their rooming buddies, she handed them all their room cards and kept the spare ones to herself.
"Okay then, have a good dinner, guys but just a few reminders," and they all listened attentively, "No caffeinated drinks, alcohol, avoid overly salty foods, heavily peppered or spicy foods, acidic fruit juices, dairy products, nuts, snack foods and overly fatty foods."
"But that's like, everything," Puck spoke up.
"It's to protect your voice," Blaine explained.
"So you guys don't get to eat this stuff while you're touring?" Kurt asked.
Blaine shook his head, "Nope," then he smirked, "Not so easy being famous is it?"
Kurt scoffed, "It's not hard to reduce your options when there are so many options available Blaine. Don't try to act like being famous is even remotely difficult."
"Are you kidding me?" Blaine began and he heard Wes and a few others sigh behind him, "Of course it's hard being famous!"
"Oh of course," Kurt laughed, "Oh, should I use this yacht today or my other one?" Kurt mocked, "Or maybe I should buy and island today! Yeah, real difficult Blaine."
Blaine scoffed this time, "I don't even sound like that!"
Cooper sighed, "I knew they couldn't stop fighting if they tried," then Cooper noticed Tina and Mercedes smirking.
"What are you guys smiling creepily at?" Cooper asked.
Mercedes smiled, "By the end of this tour, they'll be together," she answered him and the convicted look on her face almost made Cooper a believer.
"How do you know?" he asked.
"Besides the fact that we're girls and the fact that there are already people shipping them together online, it's actually very simple. One of the most basic rules of romance actually," Tina took over.
Cooper's eyebrows lowered in confusion, "And what that?"
"Opposites attract," Tina and Mercedes answered in harmony.
"I mean can't you see the way they look at each other with love and passion in their eyes?" Tina asked him.
Cooper took a look at the quarreling pair who's hands were now flailing all over, "Not really," he answered.
"Just trust us Coop," Mercedes said to him.
"Fine, then I'll take you up on that bet," Cooper said, watching as Blaine and Kurt went at it, eyes wide and face red in annoyance directed at one another and in his mind he knew that they wouldn't be fondling, making out or 'getting their dirty on' with one another anytime soon.
Tina smirked, "What's in it for us?"
"One thousand dollars," Cooper answered.
Mercedes shrugged, "That not much considering the fact that we'll be rolling in dough at the end of the tour, but okay," she shrugged, "One thousand dollars it is," she ended.
Cooper always liked a good bet and watching Mercedes and Tina throughout the tour trying their best to get the two together when they so obviously were not attracted to one another at all would prove to be extremely entertaining, especially since he was only there to accompany the boys as their manager and would be bored out of his tightly fitting pants anyway.
"Well," Cooper smirked, "This should be interesting."
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tbc
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End of chapter four
(1) I didn't know if I had to put it, but I thought I'd better be safe. A 'ship' in modern terms are basically two people that you like to see together For Example: Klaine. Or two people who you would like to be together despite who they're already in a relationship with someone else. For Example: Larry Stylinson xD
If you need a better explanation, I suggest you go on YouTube. Check out danisnotonfire's channel, watch 'I Will Go Down With This Ship' and laugh your eyes out.
(2) The actor who plays Thad is Eddy Martin and he's Hispanic and actually acted in the movie Spanglish so I just thought make full use of that. He's also totally cute...so yeah :D
NEXT CHAPTER: I'm introducing Chandler because what's a fic without some drama. :) I'm trying my best not to make up any new characters (since I'm terrible at that) so every character from on Glee is probably gonna be popping up in my fic, including my most favorite piano player of all time, Brad! You know he's got swag.
And again, thanks for reading. :D
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