Summary: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry, Nick Duvall, Jeff Sterling, and Elliott Gilbert make up Pamela Lansbury, a rock/pop band that hit it big after their first single was featured on popular tv-show Sing. A little over two years later the band is still dealing with the pressures of fame, their differing dreams, their fans, "shippers", and finding love.
Author's note: So as promised another chapter tonight and I have most of the next one already written so consider these quick updates my Christmas present to you all.
Enjoy.
Chapter Twenty Three
Hours later, Elliott had no clear idea of where he was. He'd let Santana lead them that night. So she'd taken them from club to club. They'd stopped at a casino at one point and at another they'd been at some sort of party for someone or other. At the moment music was pounding all around them and they'd all thrown back a couple of shots each courtesy of Nick.
Jeff was pulling him and Nick out to dance even though Nick didn't seem to be too happy about the idea.
"Oh, come on, Nicky," Jeff said, "I'll stick by you."
He did, dancing close to Nick and keeping anyone from approaching them. Elliott observed them from afar and while they didn't look exactly like a couple, they did seem to give off the vibe that they were there together. Once a man seemed to be trying to approach them but Jeff just pressed himself closer to Nick and didn't move too far away from him.
Elliott lost track of them when a warm body was pressed against his back. He turned and found a good looking guy who just pulled Elliott against his front and kept his hands on Elliott's hips.
"Seemed you looked lonely," he said and Elliott laughed, letting himself just dance against the stranger.
After a while, he pulled away. "Thanks," he muttered, "should find my friends."
The other man didn't protest.
Elliott didn't find Nick or Jeff but he spotted Santana and Dani at the bar. He slung his arms around their shoulders.
"Having fun?" he asked.
"Yes, definitely," Santana said, "this was what we all needed."
"You work too hard, San," Dani said.
"Where are tweedle dee and tweedle dum?" Santana asked. She was sipping at some sort of cocktail which was a bit of a surprise to Elliott who had only ever seen her drink hard liquor.
"They were dancing last I saw them," Elliott said.
Santana nodded slowly.
"We wanted to go wander a bit more," Dani said.
"It's really late," Elliott pointed out.
"It's Vegas," Dani said back, "the night is young."
Elliott laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, let's find them, then."
He found Jeff and Nick against a wall looking a bit confused but talking in low tones. Their heads were bent together towards each other and they seemed to be caught up, ignoring everything and everyone else around them.
"Come on, guys," Elliott said, "we're leaving."
They were quick to break apart but they ended up walking close together as they went back to the bar to find Dani and Santana. They weren't hard to spot and then they were outside in the fresh air.
It wasn't as busy as earlier in the night, but the streets were still busy enough.
"It was way too hot in there," Dani said, "this feels amazing."
They were all drunk. Elliott could feel it in how he couldn't walk completely straight and how everything seemed funny for one reason or another. Nick began to sing something and Jeff joined in and it wasn't until the chorus that Elliott recognized it as one of their songs and so he joined in as well.
"Oh I know this one!" Dani cried and then her voice was joining as well and Elliott had to stop singing because her voice was amazing.
Before they knew it they had a small crowd around them clapping and encouraging them so they just kept on singing, laughing and forgetting the words.
"You guys are amazing!"
"Where are Kurt and Blaine?"
"Another!"
All kinds of things were being shouted along with cheers. It almost felt like being back at a concert again. When they finished the song the closest people to them approached.
It was two young women.
"I cannot believe we just saw that," she said, "you guys are my favorite band. Can we take a few pictures. Please?"
Elliott shrugged his shoulders. "Of course."
Santana did the honors of taking pictures of them with the girls and then with a few other fans. They signed t-shirts and cups and any spare piece of paper that their fans could find. One asked for them to sign her arm.
"I want to get them tattooed," she said.
Elliott shook his head at her. "I don't think you should do that. Not my sloppy writing."
Jeff had no reservations. "Awesome," he said and signed his name.
Nick followed. Elliott rolled his eyes and signed his own name too.
She hugged him quickly and left with a group of friends.
Somehow they ended up singing something else as they started to walk away and Elliott was still very impressed with Dani's voice that as soon as they got away he pulled her away from Santana.
"You've been hiding that voice," he said.
"Not hiding," she said, "you never asked."
Somewhere along the way Dani brought out her baggie. "Take the edge off?" she asked.
Elliott was waiting for Santana to say something. He remembered how she'd taken the last time Dani had brought out her pot but she just kissed Dani's cheek and Elliott wasn't too surprised when she took the second hit after Dani once they were back at the hotel because at least they had the sense to not do anything like that in public again.
They were out on the balcony, sitting on the ground instead of the chairs that had been provided. Nick and Jeff had brought out one of the comforters and it was sat over their laps. Santana and Dani were cuddled up together and Elliott sat in between them feeling like a fifth wheel even though Nick and Jeff were definitely not a couple. They just seemed to be extra affectionate.
It was Jeff that took a hit first before he passed it to Nick who hesitated before Jeff nudged him.
It wasn't long before they were all a little more mellow. Nick had snuggled down into the comforter and Jeff and Jeff for his part seemed to be intent on going through Nick's hair. Santana and Dani had started kissing but they stopped after Elliott kicked at their legs.
"Spoilsport," Santana muttered.
"Tell me about the singing," Elliott said to Dani.
She smiled. "Well I was in a band once," she said, "it was nothing huge and we broke up pretty quickly. I always wanted to sing but it never worked out for me but I never wanted fame. I just like to sing, you know. I love music."
Dani made work of rolling up another joint and they passed it around again. Elliott had that cloudy feeling where everything that started to slow down.
Nick and Jeff began to giggle.
"We are currently naked in the kitchen," Blaine said, "I feel weird."
Kurt walked past him slapping his butt. "You're the one that got hungry," he said.
"Isn't this a little unhygienic though?"
"I'm wearing underwear, Blaine," Kurt said.
He was in the middle of preparing them sandwiches. Having skipped lunch and dinner because they were otherwise occupied the two of them had woken up a little bit after midnight to their stomachs grumbling in protest for the lack of food.
"Yes, but still," Blaine said, "it doesn't mean it's not distracting."
Kurt looked up from the tomato he was in the middle of slicing and glanced at Blaine who was leaning against one of the counters. He was distracting. Kurt could see almost all of him and the parts he couldn't he'd seen enough of that his mind could just suggest what was supposed to be there.
"I know what you mean," he said.
Blaine's stomach made a noise.
"Food first," Kurt said.
He finished with the tomatoes and handed the bread to Blaine to toast while he worked on getting the cheese and ham out of the fridge and figuring out if they still had any lettuce.
He heard Blaine put the bread in the toaster but didn't expect for him to wrap his arms around him from the back.
"Oh," Kurt said as Blaine kissed along his shoulders.
"I want to kiss every part of you," Blaine whispered. Kurt laughed.
"Later."
Nick felt content. He'd been worried earlier, a little bit freaked out in remembering Rob and how all of that had gone done just a few days earlier, but he was thinking that most of that was over and done with. Jeff had stuck by him as promised and Nick had lost himself to the comfort and warmth that his best friend could offer.
They'd spent a lot of the night dancing together or just talking and joking and Nick had let himself let go of everything that he was still holding back. He allowed himself to lean on Jeff and touch Jeff and just be and Jeff didn't even seem to notice the change or if he did, he just didn't care.
Getting high again had felt amazing. Every last bit of resistance left him and he was giggling about anything and everything. Jeff was laughing with him.
Next to them Elliott was grilling Dani about singing and so he started to sing and Jeff joined in.
Santana sang with them and then they were all laughing.
"Let's go to a karaoke bar," Jeff suggested.
"No, no, we can't," Elliott said.
Santana was shaking her head too but Dani seemed to like the idea.
"We should," she said, "come on, San, it'll be fun."
Elliott said something about food instead and Jeff nodded quickly.
"Yes, food," Jeff said, "that sounds good."
It all seemed to be going in slow motion. From how everyone moved to the way they spoke and it was all a bit of a confusing mess when it reached him but somehow they all agreed to leave the hotel.
"Try not to act ridiculous," Santana warned them on the way down.
It wasn't too difficult to hide once they concentrated. They probably just looked drunk.
Elliott found them a McDonald's next to a sort of white looking building that looked pretty. Nick thought he saw Elvis walking out of it and then back inside but he wasn't sure.
His fries dipped in milkshake tasted amazing. He stole a bit of Dani's burger.
The conversation was confusing but Nick pressed himself against Jeff's side and he let it lull him. Jeff was carding his fingers through his hair and at one point pressed a kiss to his head which felt a bit like fireworks right in that spot. He shivered and tried to get Jeff to warm him up more.
"You two act like a married couple," Santana said, "it's not a wonder they think it's true."
"Niff," Dani said with a wistful look, "I used to believe in you."
Elliott cackled. "Shipper."
They left McDonald's after a while and Nick definitely saw Elvis then. He wasn't really Elvis.
A couple was running out of the building Elvis had gone into. One of them was wearing a veil and they were kissing.
"Aww, they just got married," Jeff said, "I want to get married."
Santana laughed. "It is legal," she said.
Nick wondered what it'd be like to be at Jeff's wedding because he'd probably be right up there as the best man as some absolutely gorgeous woman walked up the aisle to marry his best friend. The thought made him a little sad.
"Hey," Jeff said, "no pouting."
Nick tried not to look as sad.
"I forgot my phone," Elliot said suddenly and he was rushing back to the McDonald's with Dani on his trail muttering something about getting more fries.
Santana followed.
"I want to see Elvis," Nick decided.
Jeff rolled his eyes but grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the other building.
His skin was sticky with sweat and his hair was wet and sticking to his forehead. Kurt felt disgusting and yet unbelievably happy and sated. He and Blaine were lying side to side in their bed. Kurt had had a lot of sex since his first time, but somehow nothing topped Blaine. Nothing topped the feeling of being absolutely wanted and absolutely loved that came with being as close as possible with Blaine.
This intimacy, this love, everything about the connection they shared was exactly what his dad had always tried to explain to Kurt and failed. It was supposed to be like this.
He turned on his side, ignoring how tight and stiff his body felt. He pressed his lips to the nearest bit of Blaine's skin which was his bicep.
"I love you," he whispered.
Blaine smiled. "Love you too."
They lay for a while like that until Kurt pulled himself to a sitting position. "Shower," he said, "come join me."
He heard Blaine stripping the sheets off the bed before he followed him to the adjoining bathroom and then the two of them were in the rather spacious stall under the warm spray of water.
Kurt made work of shampooing Blaine's hair, his fingers tangling in the curls. Blaine moaned at the feeling of Kurt's nails scrapping against his scalp.
"Wash my hair every day," he muttered.
Kurt laughed as he rinsed out the shampoo and then added conditioner, letting it sit in his hair.
"My turn," Blaine muttered and then he was washing Kurt's hair and soaping him up before Kurt let him wash the conditioner out of his hair.
"Love these curls," Kurt told him seriously, "they're so lovely."
They got out freshly clean and wrapped each other in towels. They changed into pajama bottoms mostly because it was a bit cold in the house and then together they remade their bed before they fell back into it this time to really get some sleep, curled up around each other.
StefanieIrv: So, we're walking around Vegas last night and we happen upon Pamela Lansbury just singing on the street.
StefanieIrv: They were so drunk. It was just Elliott, Nick, and Jeff. No Kurt or Blaine but they had this chick with them. Killer voice.
StefanieIrv: I got them to sign the back of my phone. [pic]
TheRealPLfan: OMG. You guys, I saw Starchild, NickDuvall, and JeffSterling last night in Vegas. They're cuter in person.
LoriFuller: Best night of my life. Nick and Jeff from Pamela Lansbury bought me and my friends drinks last night.
Pamela Lansbury hits Las Vegas. Well, three fifths of the band did, anyway. The boys must have had a free weekend because reports of band members Elliott Gilbert, Nick Duval, and Jeff Sterling arriving in Vegas began early yesterday afternoon when a fan spotted them checking into a hotel. Confirmation came later in the form of multiple people seeing the three lads out and about in Vegas with their manager Santana Lopez and an unidentified woman.
The boys seemed to be out to party and have fun. They went pub crawling appearing at multiple hot spots around Vegas until they were spotted singing out on the street. [video below] Even drunk they sound amazing and the additional voice of their friend is not to be ignored.
Kurt and Blaine were awol during this outing. Speculation on the nature of their relationship has been rampant of late. Perhaps they were off on their own mini-vacation and doing something romantic together. Hey, I know you Klainers were thinking it.
Klaine5eva: Twitter is a mess right now. Pics everywhere.
NiffKlainer: Even when Klaine isn't involved, Klaine is involved. #love this ship
HummelAnderson: They do sound so good, oh my god. Who is that chick? Does anyone know?
PLBerry: Elliott looked fantastic. I'm glad they're getting to have a bit of fun.
Starchildismine: Cannot get enough of Elliott. Just look at him. He's in that leather jacket of his and his hair. He looks so good.
Historyismine: Grain of salt guys, but one of my good friends was in Vegas last night and he saw Jeff, Nick, and Elliott coming out of a McDonald's like in the middle of the night and then Jeff and Nick walked into a chapel. What if…I can't even say it…just what if?
#Niff #I would die if this was true
Randomismoi: Okay so I was working the really late shift at work last night when these people walk in and I'm like pissed I have to get off my phone until I realize it's Nick, Jeff, Elliott and their manager and I guess a friend. She looked familiar though so maybe she works for them too? Who knows. OMG. So I try to act cool and they come up to the counter and they are all so HIGH. Like 1. You could smell it on them. 2. They kept giggling and 3. they had the munchies bad.
They order a bunch of stuff and Nick and Jeff keep just talking to each other and it looked like Elliott was really into talking to the one girl. Not Santana. So now I'm thinking maybe it's his girlfriend or date or something but then they sit down. The boys on one side the girls on the other and Santana is all over this chick so I guess it's her girlfriend which cool.
But the thing that got me was Jeff and Nick were pressed together and like cuddling and feeding each other. They were so cute and I hate that I didn't try to take a picture but it felt weird to even try. But omg, they were so sweet and I did get them to sign something for me. They insisted on signing a soda cup. [pic].
Weirdest and best night.
#they were so high and drunk though #Niff #sorta kinda #Santana's girlfriend was hot af #late shift at McD's
Jeff and Nick got married?
While we've all been speculating about the whereabouts of our favorite possible couple, Klaine, while their band mates partied the night away in Vegas it turns out we should have been wondering if other members of the band were actually in some sort of relationship. As it turns out, there are. Nick Duval and Jeff Sterling make up the ship Niff, a second favorite ship for Pamela Lansbury fans who will swear on the lives of themselves, their parents, and their pets that Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are definitely together. Well, maybe everyone was wrong on that and instead it's Nick and Jeff who are really together? And it's entirely possible they're also married?
What is this alternate universe we've stepped into? And can we get back to the one where Klaine is together and Niff is but a fan created ship?
Well, here's what we know:
Elliott, Nick, and Jeff went to Vegas this weekend. Pictures and video of them can be found all over the internet because the three band members were not shy to greet their fans or sing in the middle of the street.
They were literally everywhere. They stopped at every hot spot, attended a party, and even tried their hand at gambling. Eventually they wound up singing on the street
A few hours later a few people spotted them at a McDonald's and that's where the story gets hazy.
One fan claims to have seen Jeff and Nick head into a chapel without their other companions. Someone else claims that they saw them inside deciding to get married.
We made a call to the chapel in question but while they confirmed that Nick and Jeff did indeed go inside they couldn't tell us if they actually got married or not but a grainy picture of the two of them walking out of the chapel holding hands sure does paint it that way.
So is it possible that there are two couples within Pamela Lansbury or only the one? What could be the odds? And what do you think, are Nick and Jeff really married?
HummelAnderson: Okay, no, this is like pure speculation and not fact. So who knows what actually happened. If they did get married great but it's their business and if they didn't then great…but again, their business.
Niffismyotp: This is shady as hell but you guys saw all the fan reports and if they wanted us to know that's why they were so over the top everywhere they went. They wanted us to know where they were.
Klaine5eva: how does Niff being real cancel out Klaine. They can both be real. It's not one or the other. Ugh.
NiffKlainer: OMG. I want it to be real. I also don't. Like what kind of shitty wedding is getting married in Vegas…
HummelAnderson: Guys, wasn't there a fan report that said they were really drunk and high? What if they accidentally got married? Not saying they're not together but what if they didn't mean to get married?
AndersonHummel: I honestly don't know what to think anymore.
Kurt: Answer your goddamn phone. What is this about you getting married?
Blaine: WTF…this better not be real.
Blaine: Wes is going to kill you two.
Wes: This better not be true. Fly back to LA immediately.
David: Talk to no one. Not one person. You're mute. Santana speaks for you. Get back to LA
Rachel: Congrats? I didn't even know you were together but if you are and this is your way of letting the world know then congrats.
Sebastian: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA….no wait…HAHAHAHAHA…thanks for the laugh.
Nick dropped his phone onto his lap as if it had burned him. His memory from the night before was hazy. He rubbed at his neck. He'd fallen asleep on the sofa and his neck had a crick in it but there was also a headache washing over him. Nothing made sense. What did they do?
Someone knocked loudly on the door and Nick groaned again. The knocking persisted. He moved slowly to open it and found Santana on the other side.
"You fuckers," she said.
Author's Note: And a lot went down in this chapter. Like way more than probably any of you expected and I've had a lot of this planned for a long time. I've also had a hard time figuring out quite how to write it until I finally did. Next chapter will cover what happened and the consequences.
I should have the next chapter up tomorrow or the day after.
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Hope you all enjoyed this and thank you for reading.