Title: It's My Heart

Warnings: None

Summary: Arthur hates meeting the crazy fans who manage to get backstage passes, but this time is different.

There was a rap at Arthur's dressing room door and he sighed.

This is the last one of the night. You'll make it.

The singer hated having to meet with the extreme and maniacal fans who always seemed to acquire backstage passes. That evening alone he'd already had to deal with two young girls who could barely formulate a sentence in his presence, and a third who was too vocal for her own good. She'd asked to touch his hand, his face, and even his-

Another rap at the door. Arthur resigned himself to his fate, loosened his tie to be a bit more comfortable, and called out to the waiting party.

"Come in."

He shrugged off his suit jacket as the door opened but when he turned he did not find the 17 year old, caked in makeup and glitter as he had expected. In front of him were two men who looked about 20 or 21. They looked very similar in features, both with dark blond hair and soft looking faces. It wasn't the gender, age, or look of the men, however, that had caught Arthur's attention.

"Is he there, Matt?" the slightly taller one whispered as he let go of the other's arm.

"Yes," the other, the one with shoulder length hair, replied just as softly.

A smile immediately spread across the taller man's face. He took a hesitant step forward, his white cane hitting Arthur's shoe, and then he stopped.

"Sorry!" he said shifting the cane to his other hand and sticking out his palm. "It's really a pleasure to meet you!"

Arthur, suddenly struck dumb, could do nothing but shake the man's hand.

"I'm really a fan of the band. I've been listening to you guys since you came out with your first album!"

"Is that right?" was Arthur's intelligible response. He was used to people telling him they were fans, but this time it felt different.

"You're all great, really. Gilbert is beast on the guitar, and Antonio on the drums, but you've always been my favorite."

Arthur glanced down to where his hand was still linked to the other man's. He made no move to let go, but when he failed to respond, the man released his palm.

"Shit, sorry!" the other apologized again. "I didn't mean to, sometimes I just forget."

"Quite alright," Arthur replied. "What's your name?"

"Alfred!" the man answered in an instant, a smile quickly reappearing on his face. He turned his head and pointed to the other man standing a few steps back. "And that's Matthew. We're twins in case you didn't notice," he added with a laugh.

"You do look very similar," Arthur commented.

"Yeah people tell me that, but I wouldn't know," Alfred said with a smile. Arthur didn't know how to respond.

"Matthew got us tickets as a birthday present. He knows I love you guys and that I've wanted to hear you live since forever," he grinned as he explained. "My mom would never let me go. She always thought I'd get trampled or something by all the fans. Even Matt's offer was conditional on the fact that I couldn't stand in the pit."

"You were on the balcony then?"

"Yup but I wish I could've been closer to you," Alfred chirped, but in a moment his cheeks heated. "To you know, hear you better!"

"Of course," Arthur chuckled. He put a hand on the man's shoulder to reassure him, but instantly removed it when Alfred jerked.

"Sorry!" the both apologized simultaneously. There came a giggle from the corner of the room and Arthur looked up to see Matthew with a hand covering his mouth. He turned back to Alfred to apolgize once more.

"I'm really terribly sorry about that. I shouldn't have-"

"No, don't apologize. Now I can tell people Arthur Kirkland touched me," he said jokingly, and the calm atmosphere returned.

"You could probably make a few quid on ebay for that shirt," Arthur returned with a smile and Alfred laughed. "Would you like me to sign it for you?"

Alfred grinned and his blue eyes widened in excitement.

"Would you do that? Wow, that'd be awesome!"

"Sure."

Arthur walked over to the small desk he'd been sitting at earlier and scoured it for a marker. He eventually found a sharpie and made his way back over to Alfred.

"Anything in particular you'd like me to write?" Arthur asked as he uncapped the marker with his teeth.

"Your phone number," Alfred said with a smirk and Arthur snorted in response.

"Nah, but really," Alfred started up again, more seriously this time. "Could you write: To Alfred," he paused again. "It's the sun that guides me, the sun that blinds me, but it's my heart that lets me see."

Arthur glanced up into Alfred's blank eyes, immobilized for a moment. He reached up and removed the marker cap from his mouth.

"Is Heart your favorite song?"

"Yeah," Alfred said with a slight smile. "It's gotten me through a lot."

Arthur kept his eyes on the man as he continued.

"The words just... it feels like you were in my head when you wrote them. You're a great songwriter, Arthur."

Arthur opened his mouth to thank him when there was another knock at the door.

"Time's up!" informed the voice of a security guard. It was the first time Arthur had frowned upon hearing those words. It was also the first time he called out, "Just a few more minutes, Len."

He returned his attention to Alfred.

"I'm going to sign your shirt now, okay?" he warned and Alfred chuckled.

"Alright. I promise not to freak out this time."

Arthur pressed the pen to Alfred's right pectoral and started to write. He penned the message slowly, partially to ensure the script was legible but mostly to secure a few extra seconds with his new friend.

"That should do it," he said after dragging out the processes as long as possible.

"Thanks a lot!" Alfred replied sounding grateful. "It was really nice to meet you."

"The feeling is mutual," he smiled. "Perhaps we can do this again some time."

The man beamed at him before his brother came over and took his arm. Alfred hooked on to Matthew and the two headed for the door. As Arthur heard it latch shut, he wondered how long it would be until he received a call.

Lyrics were not the only thing he'd written on Alfred's shirt.