A/N: Hey there guys,

I'm back from my holiday and I hope you'll enjoy the newest chapter two. You're so great, Finding out this story has 27 alerst and more than 1K hits just made my day especially after I have two one-shots without happy ends when both of them started out much differently *sigh* Well that's my problem and I find them better this way, but still...

Now I'm finished with my boring rambling, I hope you'll like this chapter too!

Cheers,

Lilith

Ep.06 – Breadstikks

"So I heard you are having a crisis?" Blaine looked at Mercedes who was seated across from him.

They were about to shoot the not-date scene at Breadstix and Mercedes, Kurt and Blaine were waiting for the technicians to finish their work. Kurt was sitting next to him, giggling at Blaine's horrified expression, and it seemed this was going to be one hell of a filming session. Not to mention Blaine had no intention of talking about his nonexistent crisis with the dark skinned girl.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he tried to mime Kurt's haughty tone, but was failing if his friends' snickers was anything to go by.

"Sure you don't, white boy." She smirked knowingly, but Blaine was stubborn and only pressed his lips together in irritation, glaring at Kurt accusingly.

"Oh no, Mister, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Oh but I think it does!" Blaine growled. "If it wasn't for you, the tabloids and the Internet wouldn't be full of my mysterious crush!"

"But you do have a crush," Mercedes piped in with a sly curl of her lips. "Don't even try to deny it. You have the hots for our dear, sadistic bastard of a choreographer."

"I do not."

"Please, boy, everyone can see the stars in your eyes whenever you two are in the same room," she sneered in answer and Blaine buried his head in his hands.

"Yes, I admit, Harry is very attractive–"

"More like smoking hot," Kurt cut in, examining his nails in boredom. "That guy is sex on legs, everyone knows this. Santana was trying to get into his pants since their first meeting, without success of course."

"Yeah, she is so desperate that's almost painful. Doesn't even care that Harry is openly Team Gay," Mercedes added with a little shake of her head.

"I heard her propositioning him on my first day. Is she really that blatant?" Blaine asked, trying to steer the topic onto safer waters.

"You have no idea," Kurt grinned. "She's the Head Bitch of the Cast and I have the inclination to say, she is also a nymphomaniac."

"At least she's not a blasted diva like Rachel," Mercedes said, frowning in disgust. "That girl's just asking for me to cut her."

"Um... She was somewhat nice of me, when we met the other day in the cafeteria," Blaine murmured, glancing at the other two sheepishly.

"Sure, she is a nice girl." Kurt waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "We are... friends, after all, but her selfishness and constant need to be the centre of attention is more than annoying and disturbing."

"Not to mention her repulsingly sweet romance with Finn. All those pet names and sickening looks make me want to throw up."

"At least, she has a better fashion sense in real life than on stage. Honestly, I just want to sink my claws into those animal sweaters and burn them to embers!"

Blaine bit back a sigh. Here they were again, fashion. After that fiasco at the mall a week ago, he promised to never set his foot into the building with Kurt again. His friend basked in the attention and lapped up all the adoration, chatting up the girls and women who crowded around them and even managed to talk Blaine into giving an impromptu little concert for their audience... in front of the Armani shop, before he promptly grabbed Blaine's hand and with a charming smile dragged him into the shop and continued his madness, trying on countless outfits for another two hours.

He thought Harry's lessons were downright hellish, well Kurt Hummel made him rethink that. And the fact he had to drag his own mass amount of new clothes – "You're in a serious need of a make over!" Kurt said, shoving pants and shirts into his hand and ordering him to try them on – up to his little, cosy apartment then he had to put them away too which was another hour of wasted time something he could have spent by writing new songs or playing World of Warcraft or watching The Lord of the Rings.

"Blaine... Blaine!"

"Yes?" He asked, blinking in confusion.

"Mercedes was asking what are your plans considering a certain gorgeous choreographer," Kurt said, his glasz eyes, Blaine googled the colour, flashing mischievously. "Because we might know that he is actually single at the moment."

"More likely was single ever since the filming started," the black girl cut in.

"I don't have any plans," Blaine grumbled, averting his gaze. There was no chance in hell that he would make a total ass out of himself by asking Harry out only to be shot down.

"Don't be ridiculous! How do you want to get the man, if you don't have a plan?"

He shot a glare at his friend. "I don't want to get the man."

"Of course you do, silly." Mercedes smiled patronizingly and Blaine gritted his teeth. "Just ask him out for a coffee or–"

"No coffee!" Kurt interrupted, a horrified expression adorning his face. "You need something fabulous if you want to win Harry's heart... or at least get into his pants."

"Well, he loves ballet..."

"Boring."

"Musical?"

"He's the choreographer of a musical series, do you think he'd want to see even more?"

"A trip to Disney Land?"

"Mercedes!"

"Don't use that tone with me! You perfectly know that Harry loves Disney!"

Blaine just stared at them, wondering if they had already forgotten he was there. Okay, that idea about Disney Land was nice, he always wanted to go, but never got the chance, however, he didn't think he could ever pull off the invitation without humiliating himself.

"Oh I know!" Kurt exclaimed suddenly. "You have to go and watch his performance tomorrow!"

"Performance?" Blaine asked, confused.

"Harry is part of a dance theatre group that works with unique lighting technology. And have a new show in every month," Mercedes explained.

"They are spectacular!" Kurt added. "And those lights are simply breathtaking."

"What lights?" Blaine started to feel like a ridiculous parrot.

"There are these lights and sparkles surrounding the dancers... it's honestly like magic! Indescribable."

"And you want me to go and watch him?" He had a very bad feeling about this. "I'm not sure, he'd be happy to see me there."

"You're ridiculous. He's always happy to see us, despite his despicable attitude when it comes to teaching us how to dance," Mercedes waved his concerns away. "I'll get your tickets, you just have to go."

Blaine wanted to protest, but that moment the assistant director came up to them telling they're about to start and had no chance to say anything at all.