Hey guys,

I wanted to update earlier but with all of the packing I had to do I completely have forgotten it, so sorry. And I have another bad news too. Tomorrow I'm going on a week long trip with my family and I won't be able to update *mournful sigh* However I WON'T abandon this series and I'll be back on the 4th of January, so stay tuned. On a more positive note, if you're interested in my unpublished works you can visit my Yahoo Group: http : / / groups . yahoo . com / group / lilithduvare

Have a good time and Happy New Year!

Lilith

Ep.05 – We are just friends!

"You are being ridiculous," Kurt said, rolling his eyes exasperation. "It has been only two hours."

"More like three and a half. Without stopping. I'm ready to drop," Blaine answered, trying to take a hold of his heavy breathing while balancing the tons of bags in his hands.

They were in the nearest mall on a shopping spree, because Blaine was naive enough to believe Kurt when he said it would be just a quick "pick up". Obviously with his friend it meant running in and out of shops and trying on as much clothes as they could only to buy not even ten percent of the mountain of drags.

"You are such a cry-baby," Kurt taunted, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"And you are insane."

"Insanely talented. Oh, look! There is a sale at Armani!" Blaine groaned in resignation and even thought about stomping his foot to show his annoyance.

"This is getting ridiculous. You could never wear so many clothes." This earned him an "are you retarded?" look to which he only stuck out his tongue childishly.

Kurt raised his eyes to the sky. "What did I expect, honestly? He had loved his revolting fizzy hair for crying out loud!" he muttered to no one in general, but it didn't prevent Blaine to hear it.

"Now who is the ridiculous one?" he grumbled, attempting to cross his arms in front of his chest before realizing that there were too many bags in his hand to succeed.

"Obviously you, oh great Yoda," came the sarcastic reply. "Or should I call you Frodo? With all that curly hair?"

"Why are we friends, again?"

However, before Kurt could answer a sharp scream tore through the air and the next moment they were surrounded by at least a dozen teenaged girls all of them squealing and chatting away a mile a minute. Blaine's eyes widened in shock and tried to take a step back, but his back met with solid glass of the Armani shop leaving him no route to escape.

"Oh my God, it's Kurt Hummel!"

"And Blaine Wilson!"

"You are so hot!

"Please sign my bag!"

"And my hand!"

"My breasts!"

This wasn't happening. This was just some kind of nightmare or something, right? He appeared on screen only a week ago! There was just no chance anyone could recognize him! Blaine chanced a desperate glance at Kurt whose smile was strained, but was already pulling out a pen of the pocket of his jacket, ready to give the mob of girls what they wanted.

"What is your favourite colour, Blaine?"

"Is it true that you have a crush on someone on stage?"

"Don't be daft! Don't you see that the two of them are together?"

What? He felt his eyes widening even more at the suggestion. Sure, before he met Kurt, he had a giant fancrush on the boy and was totally obsessed with his character, but no matter how cute his friend was they were just that. Friends. Like he was with Wes, David, Thad and the other Warblers.

"Um, no we're not together, sorry," Blaine spoke up finally. "We're just friends."

The girls just giggled in a totally non-believing manner, sparkling eyes staring at Blaine and next to him Kurt grinned too. "It's true ladies, Blaine and I are just friends, no sweet boyish romance here. But... I tell you a secret. Blaine is totally crushing on someone at the moment."

"What?" Blaine exclaimed, but his voice was nothing compared to the overexcited squeals that left the fangirls' mouths, which in turn only gained even more people's attention. Just great.

This shouldn't have been like this. Not at all. Blaine knew that there were people who liked his music and the clubs were always crowded when he and his friends played, but this was insane. No one ever stopped him on the street – or in the mall for that matter – before, and even if he was grateful for the obvious devotion they were showing he wasn't sure he liked the absolute crowd that was invading his personal space.

But maybe it was the price of becoming famous.