Ep.03 – New Kids, Meet Kurt Hummel

This was it. The official first meeting with one of the original cast members, and Blaine felt like he could faint from the tension and terror that was coursing through his body. Wes and David were standing next to him with matching strained grins on their faces, showing their own nervousness. These guys were stars, known all over America and even in Europe, while Blaine was just some Internet musician and actor-wannabe, nothing significant.

At least his bloody curls were regulated by a large blob of gel and other hair products, and he silently thanked the hair dresser for her understanding. His skin crawled from the amount of foundation the make-up artist put onto it in attempt of getting rid of any imperfection and the shadow of his stubble that was already showing even though he shaved mere hours before. The uniform was at least his size, although uncomfortable and restricting, but he was to play the role of a prep-school boy who run away from the bullying and found his place in a prestigious private school.

As if something like that could have ever happened to him in real life, he snorted inwardly. Leaving with your gram, because your loving parents wanted to do nothing with you after finding out you were gay was closer to the truth. At least the bullying in high school wasn't completely unbearable, or more likely he had to put up with it, because there was no way out like it had been for Darren, his character.

But there was no need to lament about the past. It was over after all and Blaine was here, in Los Angeles, ready to start his first ever shoot. And on the upside there was no more dance practice for a while as they finally learned the choreography... well they didn't bump into each other or tripped over their own feet anymore, which probably was the best they could do with their lack of coordination skills, or so Harry said after their last practice.

Blaine was pulled back from his musing by the approaching figure. The scene was already set up in the atrium of the building that was chosen to give place of Dalton, technicians wandered around talking into their headsets or shouting instructions while Blaine and his friends were told to wait while the director and the assistants talked with the additional Dalton cast. The figure in question was already wearing his costume, a dark overcoat that was a poor resemblance of the Dalton jacket and Blaine and tight trousers that looked even less comfortable than their gray slacks.

There was no question who the boy was, after al he had been the centre of Blaine's obsession for the last year, and now that he was standing in front of him, Blaine had to realise, he was more beautiful up close than he had been on screen.

"Hello, you must be Blaine, Wes and David!" the boy smiled warmly, but a spark of haughtiness still gleamed in his blue-green eyes. "I'm Kurt Hummel."

"Oh, we know!" Wes stepped forward, grinning broadly, shaking the offered hand. "You're tha male HBiC in that house, huh?"

"You bet, I'm prep-boy," Kurt winked, then shook hands with David too before turning to Blaine. "So, you'll be my personal Yoda?"

Blaine couldn't help but chuckle, even though a blush was already staining his cheeks. "It'd seem so. I'm Blaine."

"Don't I know? I'm actually a fan of your fan made musicals," the light haired teen smiled. "Although your hair was atrocious, if you don't mind me saying," he added, nose scrunching up in distaste.

"They chopped it off for my role," Blaine shrugged awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

"Thank goodness for it! I don't think I could have ever taken you seriously if you had showed up with those disaster curls all around your head!" Kurt exclaimed causing Wes and David to laugh and Blaine to blush once again.

"Gee, thanks. For your information, I liked my curls. They made me look unique," he grumbled, feeling some of the tension dissolve.

"If you tell this yourself enough, someone might start to believe you," David said, snickering. "Dude, I saw some of your pics, you looked like a dork."

"Good, pick on me some more, would you?"

"Our pleasure!" Wes cackled, just when one of the assistant directors arrived to ask them to take their positions, Blaine and Kurt on the stairs, Wes and David in the commons.

Maybe this wasn't going to be too hard after all.

A/N: Again, thanks for the reviews and adds it made my day *grin* I hope you liked this chapter too