A'N: Please don't hate me if this chapter sucks xxxxxxx (:

Kurt skipped out of Blaine's apartment; he was nearly dancing. He did not care how he was doing it, he was going to be somebody and Blaine could help him. Blaine was the best-looking person he had met in a long time, who also seemed to hold the heart of gold. He seemed to own the voice of an angel and have the talent of a god.

He was perfection.

It didn't take long for Kurt to arrive home. He shared an apartment with his best friend, Mercedes. She was getting somewhere in life, going to auditions - she was being somebody.

"He told me, he'd make me a star. After saying about how cliché it would sound. He smelt so good though. Like sex and him. I don't even know the guy. Oh god, Cedes, what have I done?" Kurt was babbling, and his best friend was giving him a warm look with her chocolate orbs.

"Does it matter? This guy works for a major company. He'll be your manager! You can go places! HOWEVER, and white boy I mean this, you have to take me EVERYWHERE! Unless its one of your bedrooms, because I really don't wanna see you getting your Mack on with him." Kurt giggled at his best friend.

"And he was so, totally, the one we saw at Sectionals all those years ago. He was singing lead - it was him. I thought I recognised him and his buddies but I kept quiet. Ohmigod Cedes. I might go kill myself. This is too much." He sipped at his coffee and watched his best friend mix her milkshake with the straw.

"Kay, one; that's awesome. Two; don't kill yourself, you won't be able to get famous, and you won't be able to stare at him and three; learn to faint at will. In his direction. It's how I get guys… Its like, 'who's dat chick, she well foxy. O.M.G. she just fainted on me, enit, like some sort of angel falling… bruv?'" Kurt and his best friend exchanged glances before they both cracked up.

"What the heck, may I ask, is going on in that brain of yours?" Kurt asked, breathless from laughing.

"No sleep…"

"Please Charlie, give me a chance!" Blaine's normally warm orbs displayed the desperation he was feeling. Say yes! Come on Charlie! You're a nice guy! He needed this opportunity or he was losing his job.

"Oh God, Blaine - you make it seem like I'm breaking up with you…" Charlie rolled his chocolate orbs and continued to tap at his laptops keyboard. The Raven sat forward slightly in his armchair, resting his hands on the desk. His eyes were pleading. They weren't their normal warm shade, they were wobbling restlessly on brown and they didn't suit him.

"Please Charlie?" Charlie looked up and caught the look in his employee's eyes. He sighed, full of frustration, and closed the lid on his laptop. He swivelled in his chair and lifted his eyebrows up a centimetre.

"Tell me about your new talent…" He stretched and clicked all his fingers in turn. Taking off his reading glasses, he gave Blaine a reassuring smile. Blaine looked in thought, before he opened his mouth,

"His name is Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I met him in a bar-" Charlie sipped his coffee, and coughed quietly to himself, "-and we did karaoke together. He sounded, no - sounds amazing. He has the talent and the appearance of someone who can get so far in this profession!" Blaine was smiling dreamily to himself; Charlie crossed his arms and tilted his tanned head,

"Don't tell me: You got off with him…" Charlie started laughing at his joke. As if someone like Blaine would get off with someone in bar. Yeah right. Haha. Wait, why isn't he laughing? His dark eyes met Blaine's beetroot face. "And to think I was joking, how inappropriate Anderson…" He tutted and sighed heavily, pushing his spectacles back up.

"Yeah… sorry… got drunk?" Blaine tried. Charlie eyed him suspiciously.

"He must be one hell of a guy, if he can get Blaine Anderson, the dapper Virgin of all Virgins, to have a one night stand with him." Charlie smirked and continued to type.

"Okay, I'm not a Virgin and what's wrong with being neat and nice to people?" Charlie snorted, "And yeah, he's a good guy…"

"I don't object feelings and sex - even when it's gay - but try and keep it to a minimum whilst you get him famous. All your fan girls will go nuts. He doesn't need that whilst he grows up in the music industry." Blaine smiled sheepishly and nodded. He did have quite a few fan girls.

"Does that mean it's a yes?"

"It's a maybe… I'll give you four months to make him into somebody. You will have to get at least three tracks, fully recorded, for his EP. When you have a draft of the EP, you come to me. I tell you if it's good. Badda-bing, Badda-boom, he's famous!" Blaine nodded his thanks and stood to leave, "and Anderson, if I were you - I'd make a 4 month plan because I will need to interrogate him when I meet him…"

"Thanks."

"How'd it go?" Wes and David pounced on Blaine as soon as he walked into his office, slinging his bag onto the first available chair.

"Did you get the gig?" David sunk into an armchair and Wes sat on the arm. Wes' eyes were on Blaine but his thumbs were texting someone.

"You could say that…" Blaine sat on the floor near to the door and watched as his two best friends shot upwards, David throwing his fist in the air. The man on the floor crossed his legs, picked up his guitar and mindlessly strummed the chords to Teenage Dream.

"Wait, what's the catch? Charles wouldn't cave that quickly. You were in there for like 10 minutes - he needs longer than that to give an answer…" Wes asked, absent-mindedly bopping along to the tune Blaine was so busy playing.

"I have to produce Kurt's EP, with at least 3 tracks on it in four months. He suggested a four month plan - so that's what I'm doing… teenage dream, the way you turn me on" David smiled as Blaine sung. He only sung when he was happy, even if his face didn't show the happiness. He sung the song under his breath, whilst Blaine sung out loud.

"Let's draft a plan then!" Wes grabbed some paper, leaning on the coffee table and wrote a huge '1' on the paper in the left corner.

Blaine typed 'Kurt' into his phonebook and sure enough, Kurt Hummel came up with a number. He thought about pressing the call button before he actually hit it. It had been 3 days since the 'morning after'. He pressed the loud speaker and watched the screen display green dashes coming out a phone, he listened anxiously still running through what he would say when Kurt picked up. He glanced to his right and made sure his guitar was there. If the phone call got too awkward - he could start playing. The receiver picked up,

"Kurt Hummel's phone. Mercedes 'Foxy' Jones speaking…" A woman's voice rang out of the Blackberry and woke the whole apartment, "hello?" Mercedes asked again, when there was silence on the other end.

"Oh, err hi. Is Kurt there?" Blaine shifted uncomfortably on the couch, picking up his guitar. A woman had answered, it couldn't get anymore awkward that that. He plucked a few strings and listened again for the woman's vocals.

"Maybe? Who is this?" She asked.

"Blaine Anderson. Manager to the stars!" He let out a small chuckle, slowly crawling out of the hole he was busy digging himself. He could hear the woman smile and a squeal.

"He wasn't making it up! He said about a one night stand and I was like 'yeah right - Kurt Hummel one night stand? Pfft! No way!' and he made it very clear what happened - he was going to describe it and I objected. Omigod. I'm babbling. Kurt is going to kill me. Keep that in between you and me why don't you boo…" Mercedes was unfazed by her statement, but Blaine was close to biting through the whole of his bottom lip.

"No, he wasn't making it up…" Blaine said the only thing that popped into his startled brain. He slid his tongue over his sore lip and told himself he wouldn't bite it anymore.

"I'll go get him! Bear with me!" The Raven heard shuffling, yelling and a two-person fuelled high-pitched scream. The talent scout smiled when he heard a man moaning about the state of his hair and Mercedes assuring him that 'Blaine can't see you through the fucking phone boy!'

"Hello Blaine," He really did have a gorgeous voice.

"Hello there!" He continued to strum deliberately at his acoustic.

"You didn't tell me he could play guitar!"

"Shut up, Cedes. He can hear you."

"Put the phone on loudspeaker!"

"Okay-OKAY!" Blaine heard more shuffling and thoroughly clamped down on his lip again.

"So, Blaine?"

"What? Oh yeah. I called to say: YOU GOT THE GIG!" Cue high-pitched screaming and obvious happy jumping. "And I have four months to make it happen!"

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