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A/N: Hi all!

I won't say much except that I agree with you guys, flirty Blaine is uber cute. Thanks for those reviews :)

Did we all see leather jacket and hoodie Blaine? Lawd.

Chapter 3

Two weeks later

"All I want you guys to understand is that if you don't get the harmonies spot on it will be so difficult to win Regionals. Don't think that because we're good that you'll be shoe-ins for Nationals… this is going to take work guys."

The students of the choir room sat complacent listening to their director. He always seemed to save these chats for Friday's when everyone was ready for the weekend. Everyone seemed lost in their own area - Santana was in the top row playing with her gum, Finn was staring into space fantasizing about getting lucky with Rachel, Puck was trying to stay awake, but of course Rachel was being attentive.

"Mr. Schue is right, guys! We need to be pitch-perfect. Since I have the best range I'll start with do ra me and everyone can just fall in-" Rachel was about to start singing when the teacher cut her off.

"Rachel I don't want to go into warm ups right now. We've been warming up all year. It's time to pull out the big guns. Let's decide our set list. Any ideas?"

Nobody wanted to speak. Mr. Schuester usually ignored their ideas anyway and went with his own song choices. It was Friday and it was about damn time they got out of school. Kurt glanced around the classroom to see that everyone was pretty much on the same train of thought that he was. Rachel and Mr. Schue's tag team leadership was getting a bit old. They needed something new and exciting. Kurt snapped out of his boredom when he realized his phone vibrated with a text.

:-* -Blaine

Kurt smiled to himself but quickly slid the phone back into its holder. He heard Rachel say something about doing Run Joey Run and rolled his eyes.

It had been two and a half weeks since Blaine Anderson went back on the road for his tour. At first it was a little hard for both siblings to cope; being away from one another after hitting it off right away, but they got into a rhythm of making time to spend with each other despite the distance. In the morning before Rachel left for school, she called Blaine if even just to say good morning. At night when she was done with glee club and homework, and Blaine was done with his interviews and didn't have any shows, they'd video chat on Skype. The two would talk about everything from friends and family to glee club and crazy fans. Blaine would think of bringing up his little thing for her best friend Kurt but he was still a little fearful and it never seemed like the right time.

Blaine and Kurt kept in contact often. If they weren't chatting on the phone on Blaine's free days, they were sharing flirty text messages throughout the week. The flirting was mostly done by Blaine of course. Kurt didn't know how to feel about the whole situation. The more they spoke, the more he liked Blaine, but the teen wasn't ready to come out yet, meaning he probably couldn't commit. Kurt on the other hand was out and proud so he couldn't help but feel he'd be hurt in the end. These were feelings he hadn't discussed with the singer, though.

Kurt would let Blaine know that nothing would change if he told Rachel over and over again but the curly haired singer kept saying he wasn't ready. He said it was weird to spring that type of thing on her so far away. Kurt figured Blaine sort of had a point, and the girl would probably beat him over the head for not confiding in her sooner, but it sucked that Kurt had to hide things from Rachel. She usually got secrets out of him anyway so it went to show that his acting skills were blooming wonderfully.

Constantly behaving like nothing was out of the norm was the hardest thing to do. It's one thing if you're playing a role or in a class, but when you have to live this role 24/7, no doubt could it take a toll. When Kurt would be out with his girls, a text would come in from Blaine and he'd blush like mad. Rachel, Mercedes, and Tina looked at the perfectly coiffed teen curiously wondering what the hell was on that phone to make him react that way, but Kurt would pin his coloring on not feeling too well. Then when he'd usually be taking advantage of a sale in the mall, he'd be staring off into space with a dopey smile on his face. Rachel would catch him and give him a suspicious look. Kurt would always say he was just thinking about something. It wasn't fair that he couldn't just say 'your brother is the most fantabulous guy I've ever held a conversation with!' No. He needed to learn to mask his emotions every time Blaine sent a 'you've been on my mind all day' or 'so about making out in your basement…' It was torture.

So Kurt sat in glee club listening to Mr. Schue and Rachel going back in forth while everyone else basically fought off boredom.

"We need to be original, Mr. Schuester. No more Journey medleys… we need to be original!" Rachel all but shouted as she looked around the choir room trying to garner support.

Mr. Schue placed his hands on his hips and gave the brunette a confused look. "Okay, Ms. Berry. How do you suggest we go about that?" he asked.

"With original songs of course! Look, we can write our songs and perform them. It'd be perfect!"

The room was quiet with the exception of a scoff from Santana. Rachel wasn't pleased that the people she labored for day after day, carrying their weight with her impeccable soprano voice, refused to back her up on this. It was the perfect idea. The judges would sit through probably boring covers of famous, run-down songs by their competition and then the New Directions would show up with something new and fresh. How could no one see it how she did?

"You expect me to let you guys write a regional championship award winning song? Are any of you even experienced in writing lyrics? Any one at all?"

Rachel folded her arms while Kurt spoke up to his teacher in effort to support his best friend's crazy idea. "You don't have faith in us Mr. Schue? You should be coaching us on how we can do this as a team instead of telling us we'll fail, don't you think?"

The class looked up at their glee club director curious as to his response. Sometimes it was true- the man could be a bit of a 'negative Nelly'.

Mr. Schue shook his head, visibly upset with how his words were being twisted. As he began to respond, another text buzzed Kurt's cell phone from his friend.

So you aren't going to send me another kiss back? :-* -Blaine

Kurt smiled and bit his lip as he secretly typed out another reply.

"That's not what I'm saying and you guys know that. I do have faith in you, but it's my job to coach us to a victory, not another Regionals loss. Our tenure as a club is riding on this. You all know this, I'm sure." Mr. Schuester tiredly explained to his students.

I'm in glee club and you're going to get me in trouble for texting! –Kurt

Rachel looked around the room again seeing if anyone else was falling for the load of crap their teacher was giving them. Artie looked on intrigued, appearing as if he wanted to say something, so she pressed on once noticing this.

"Mr. Schue, you aren't even trying with us. You are basically saying it's your way or the highway. We are a team and I don't think it's fair!" Rachel told the teacher.

"Yeah," Artie added in his smooth tone, "at least let us try… let us feel like we have some sort of say in this." He wheeled his chair over to where the teacher stood, leaning back against Mr. Brad's piano. "Think of it this way, we'll make a deal with you."

Mr. Schuester looked down to his student curiously. "Go on."

"If someone here can make a good song… I mean a song that you feel is worthy to be performed at competition level, you let us do it. If not, we do whatever song that you deem worthy." He wheeled towards Rachel, "I mean think about it, we have a girl here whose brother is a Grammy nominated artist and song writer. We could probably pull something off."

Kurt smiled and looked towards his best friend a few seats down. He almost laughed at how her eyes widened at the realization that Blaine could have some sort of input in this.

"That's true Artie! I'm sure Blaine would love to help! He will be there after all!"

Send me back a kiss and I'll leave you alone. –Blaine

If I kissed you there is no way you'd be able to 'leave me alone' Blaine. –Kurt

He smirked as he typed the message. Yes, Kurt Hummel could be a flirt too.

Mr. Schue looked like he was considering it but still wasn't sure. Kurt could hear the sounds of females getting excited that Blaine Anderson would be watching them perform at Regionals, a guy who they adored for his music and hotness. Santana mumbled something to Mercedes about 'getting her wank on' with him backstage. Kurt could only shake his head. The whores that he got an education with.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Puck finally appeared to be awake, "there is no way I'm performing a song that Mr. Kidz Bop had anything to do with."

"Lay off, bro," Finn told him, "he's a good guy. And you probably listen to his music more than any of us."

Rachel smiled and gave her boyfriend a big kiss on the cheek. Finn smiled from ear to ear.

Puck only smirked at his best friend. "Rachel and the girls bring you over to the dark side, Finn? Are they making you wax your bikini line too?"

Oh, Hummel. He can talk the talk but can he walk the walk. ;-) –Blaine

"Okay," Mr. Schue sighed, still not believing that he was about to say this, "okay. We'll see if whatever song you kids come up with is up to par with a song that'd be performed on a competition level, just like Artie said. If so, you guys win."

Rachel hugged Artie before he could get away and sent a thank you smile to Kurt for standing up for her. The boy seemed to be captivated by his phone though.

I sure can, Anderson. ;-) –Kurt

We'll see. Soon. –Blaine

"Kurt! Phone away please." Mr. Schue said as he walked over to the board, preparing for his lesson. Kurt rolled his eyes but put his phone back in its holster. Finn turned to face his brother.

"I hope you're not getting involved with Logan again after last time." he whispered.

Kurt ignored him and focused on the lesson.

….

"Great show tonight, kid!" James shouted as he ran to catch up with Blaine and David. The curly haired teen only nodded with a thank you. David excused himself to go get changed while Blaine went to sign a few autographs for people with backstage passes and pose for photos.

"Somebody is here to see you." James said in a monotone voice.

"Oh yeah? Who would that be?" Blaine responded, already bored with the conversation and the annoying gentleman behind him.

"Hello, son."

Blaine whipped his head around to see his father Anthony Anderson in the flesh; navy Armani suit and a charming smile plastered on his face. Blaine all but jumped into the man's arms, so delighted to see him after so long. Anthony was a busy man, often caught up in late hours and meetings and way too much paper work for one person to do alone. But he put up with it for himself and his boy. He smiled down at his son as Blaine pulled back with wide eyes.

"I didn't know you were coming! Why New Jersey at the IZOD Center of all places?"

Anthony put an arm around his boy as he lead him away from all the craziness. "It doesn't matter where we are Blaine. You'll always be my boy."

Blaine smiled to the man. He noticed the edges of his hair turning grey and shook his head. His father didn't understand the word rest. "I'm so happy you're here, dad."

"Me too. You know I can't stay too long but I just wanted to say you did excellent tonight, Blaine. I'm so proud of you. Only about a month left now."

Blaine nodded with a smile. He could not wait.

"I planned a lot for you when you get back to California, Blaine. We'll go camping, and I'll let you boys have some downtime, go to a theme park, whatever you want to do to relax."

Blaine thought all that sounded great but he wanted to do something else. "Dad, I can't wait… but do you think I can do something else when the tour is over? I mean… we can go camping and everything but I –"

"What is it, son?" Anthony asked with a warm smile, eyebrow raised. He did whatever for his son. Blaine only hesitated though, so the middle aged millionaire decided to reassure him of this. "You know you can talk to me about anything."

"I really want to go back to Ohio after this tour is over." Blaine lowered his head. James watched from a distance.

"What is in Ohio?" his father asked incredulously. Seriously? Ohio?

Blaine looked up very seriously. "I met some … friends… and they are really, really, good people. And I told them I'd be back to see them perform at this competition and to hang out with them… you know I only have a few close friends because of the life I lead and I really would like to take this opportunity to enjoy the new people I've met…"

"Ohio, Blaine. Who will you stay with in Ohio? And how long is this supposed to be?"

"Dad, I don't know, but it'd mean the world to me. Like seriously…."

Anthony nodded, still not thrilled with his son going off to a random state and hanging out with people he didn't know. Blaine never asked to do something of this nature. But then again, he knew he could trust Blaine. Even though he and David often ran off under James' supervision, they were never doing anything stupid, just being normal adventurous kids.

"We'll talk about it later, Blaine."

….

A week later

Blaine and Rachel had got around to video chatting with one another again. Blaine was in his hotel room in NY, a bunch of backup singers and dancers in the background yelling at whatever sports game was on the TV. Rachel was in her room cuddled up with her favorite teddy bear scribbling a few final notes on her notepad.

"Okay," Blaine started, as he threw a few French fries down his hatch, "so I think we have a pretty good song. Let me know if Mr. Schue hates it."

Rachel shook her head as she put all her stationery away, including a Blaine Anderson pencil. Yeah, she was bad about the singer.

"He won't be able to hate this. We are the perfect tag team. Don't be silly."

Blaine shrugged after his sister's statement. "You never know." He turned to throw a pillow at his guests to quiet them down. Once they were at a comfortable noise level, Blaine continued. "So Rach, I have good news and bad news."

"Good first, please!" she smiled, getting close to the laptop.

"Okay. My dad says I can stay in Lima for a few weeks!" Blaine's smile seemed almost permanent as he told the news to his twin.

"What? Really? Oh my god that's awesome!"

They both had a brief celebration period before Rachel remembered that her brother had bad news too. She should've asked for that first. "Wait, there's more isn't there?" she asked.

Blaine stopped his excitement with a nod. "Nothing too horrible. James will be my roommate."

Rachel made a disgusted face at the news. Blaine's manager James was horrible. He wasn't in it because he cared about the boy's success, but it was all about what he could gain and where he could get from it. She knew that even before they met, and it was pretty much confirmed afterwards. "Eww."

Blaine smiled with a shrug. "I know. My dad rented a little place for us. We still haven't discussed how long, and I still haven't told him about you sadly. But I will soon. I promise."

Rachel nodded. She understood why things were the way they were. Blaine deserved to know if he wanted too. She wasn't too interested in finding about their real parents though.

Blaine continued, "I intend to spend most of my time in your neck of the woods anyway, so James shouldn't be a problem."

Rachel smiled. "Well I spoke with my dads and you're more than welcome!"

"Awesome. I can't wait to meet them." Blaine replied with a smile. A pillow flew out of nowhere and hit him in the back of the noggin, eliciting an evil glare to his friends from the pop star. Rachel giggled.

"Well brother dearest, I'm supposed to be at Kurt and Finn's five minutes ago so I'm going to get out of here. I'll call you tonight." Rachel told her twin.

Blaine blushed just by hearing the name Kurt. Saying he had it bad was an understatement. They hadn't even spent a second alone yet. "Okay. Love you sis!"

"Love you Blainey!"

….

Later that night, Blaine lay on his bed, hands clutched behind his head. Most of the group had left except for David and a few others. The pop teen's best friend approached Blaine and nudged him a bit. "What's up dude?"

Blaine shrugged. "Thinking."

"Kurt?" David asked with a knowing smile.

Blaine blushed. "Maybe."

"Yeah, okay." David replied, turning his attention towards the television. His best friend smiled at him.

"So," David began, "how are we supposed to get away for Regionals exactly? We'll be in Boston at that time… it's a week before the tour ends."

Blaine smirked toward the ceiling, still lying on his back. "Don't worry. I got it all under control."

A/N: Regionals up next. I hear the Warblers will be the competition. I also hear Logan will be there as lead. Oooo...

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