'Blaine, it's ok you know. You can go inside.' Kurt said, rubbing soothing circles on the small of his friends back, slowly pushing him through the large silver doors.

Blaine's eyes were slightly glazed, the sheer size of the building, dwarfing his small person.

He stepped gingerly across the threshold, immediately struck by the artificial heat radiating from the buildings fake fireplace behind a small receptionists desk.

He stumbled towards the receptionist and slowly laid his hands down on the marble desk, letting his fingers drum loudly against the cold surface.

'Name?' Said the stern voice of the woman behind said desk, her eyes never looking up from her computer screen.

'Blaine Anderson' Kurt supplied, flashing the receptionist a dazzling smile.

The distinct sound of Kurt's voice brought the receptionist back to life and she quickly glanced up, and flushed deeply when seeing the designer before her, his hand now resting on his nervous friends shoulder.

'Oh my goodness Mr. Hummel. I'm so sorry. I'll just get Mr. Hudson for you.' She said, frantically smashing away at her keyboard.

'Thank you...' Kurt said, searching for a name, which he found adorned on a sliver plaque next to a large intercom. '...Danielle.'

'You're...You're welcome sir.' She said, pressing against one of the large intercom buttons, which emitted a shrill buzzing sound.

Moments later, a colossal form stormed through a side door, a child like smile consuming his face.

'Kurt!' He said, his voice booming out across the foyer. 'I missed you bro.' He marched over to where Kurt was standing, (next to a increasingly startled Blaine) and scooped him up into his arms, engulfing him in what could only be described as the bear hug, to end all bear hugs.

'Finn...no...air...dying...help.' He cried in a strangled yelp, all in jest, but enough to make his brother put him down.

'What? I missed you bro, and you finally come visit me, the least I can do is hug you!' he said, turning to face Blaine who was still staring wide eyed at the man.

'Yes Finn.' Kurt said, smoothing down his jacket. 'Hug, not squeeze into a pulp, and I missed you too'

'Who's this guy?' Finn asked, gesturing to Blaine with a disapproving glare. (Who was totally not rooted to the ground with fear)

'Oh, right.' Kurt said, quickly repositioning himself next to Blaine. 'Finn, this is Blaine Anderson, he is the one recording today.'

The expression on Finns face immediately changed from one of distaste to one of joy.

'Sweet, Kurt told me this was a present. Happy Birthday dude.' Finn said, winking at Blaine and placing a large. (Terrifyingly large to Blaine) hand on the shorter mans shoulder.

'Come on, I'll lead you to the studio.' Finn said, pulling Blaine away from the desk. 'Danielle, if you can buzz us up some coffee's in a bit, we'll be in studio 4. Thanks.'

Blaine was stiff for a moment, staring at Kurt, panic flashing in his eyes.

'He's not so scary.' Kurt whispered, leaning in so his lips grazed against Blaine's ear. 'Just let him do his thing, then he'll calm down a little.'

The words weren't as comforting for Blaine as Kurt might have hoped. After all, Blaine was like...half the man's size, and this giant had a firm grip on his shoulder, and wasn't letting go. After just demonstrating he could pick Kurt up with surprising ease, Blaine wasn't willing to do anything that might land him in the same predicament.

'So have you got anything prepared?' Finn asked a trembling Blaine as he led him towards a large metal elevator.

Blaine just shook, and let out a small squeak, that resembled the word no, but one couldn't be sure.

'I'll wait down here, for the girls to arrive.' Kurt called after them. 'You boys have fun. And Finn, try not to crush him. I quite like having friends who aren't flat.'

Blaine turned around just as Finn pressed the button, calling the elevator, and began frantically mouthing HELP, over his shoulder to Kurt. Who could do nothing but giggle as the pair stepped into the metal box, and began their journey up to the studio.

xXx

Mel and Steph arrived at Finns building together, both still recovering from the lecture Kurt gave them the day prior. (It involved hearing some rather graphic information about what could have happened, which had caused some new light to be cast on the couch and desk...shudder)

Kurt was still standing in the foyer, discussing coffee with the receptionist, (Did the man do nothing else Steph questioned) when the pair turned up.

Kurt heard the clacking of heels and turned around to find himself face to face with his female compatriots.

'Ladies. How nice of you too join us! I believe you have earned you're place here, what with you surviving yesterday, and for the fact I actually employ one of you.'

Both women shuddered noticeably at the mention of Monday. (Those mental images...)

' Although speaking of employ... Steph?' Kurt frowned slightly at the sight of his friend, not that he wasn't pleased to see her, just that... well; she had no reason to be here.

'Oh, right.' She said, turning a little pink.

Mel cut in. 'She has permanently attached herself to my arm. She is also bribing me with free caramel lattes for a month. I'm not saying no to that!'

'I've never been to a place like this. I feel like you owe me for helping you and Blaine get your lov-' A sharp elbow to the ribs from Mel stopped her mid sentence. 'Get back in the friendly zone again' She said, visibly wincing.

'I see.' Kurt replied with a sly smile.

'Well, Blaine is upstairs in...studio 4 I think. He's currently being bombarded by my stepbrother, so he will no doubt be mentally scarred when we next see him. You girls ready?'

They both nodded and began to walk over to the elevator doors through which Blaine and Finn had recently vanished, but where stopped when the shrill sound of a women's voice, stabbed at their eardrums.

'Kurt Hummel. What a pleasant surprise.'

xXx

'Ok, so here we have your basic mic. This is the one we use for the backing singers, it allows the sound to be easily softened and faded so it doesn't over ride your voice.'

Finn was truly in his element, he had spent the last quarter of an hour lecturing Blaine on all the equipment in the studio. Which included all the buttons on a control panel larger than a foosball table. They had only just moved on to the instruments Blaine would actually be using.

'And over here we have the stuff you'll be using. Kurt said you played guitar and piano, so we have those all set up for you, and hear is the master mic. You'll be on her today...not like that.' He said hurriedly when Blaine flinched.

'So do you have anything prepared, or do you want some sheet music?' Finn asked, as the men made their way out of the recording booth and into the control room.

'Umm...well...' Blaine murmured, avoiding eye contact with the large man.

'Blaine dude.' Finn said, shaking his head at the smaller man. 'you can talk you know, I'm not gonna bite your head off. Besides, Kurt and Rachel would kill me if I even touched you, so no need to worry.'

Blaine gave Finn a questioning look at the mention of Rachel.

'Oh, yeah. She heard you singing in the theatre, said you're really good, and I can't let talent like you go to waste, or something like that. She also threatened my Buckeyes season tickets, so trust me, you're in good hands.'

'So...' Finn continued after a moments silence. 'Do you have anything already, or shall we wing it?'

'Actually.' Blaine began, finally finding his voice. 'I have something I'd quite like to try out.'

xXx

'India Reed.' Kurt hissed through gritted teeth. 'How lovely to see you. It's been what... 5 years? I can certainly count 5 years worth of wrinkles on your face' A smile, faker than the woman facing him's breasts was painted across his face. His displeasure hidden under a mask of supposed joy.

The woman in question marched over to him, ignoring the death glares his companions were shooting her, and leant in the peck his cheek, in a manner similar to the European greetings.

Her luminous pink trench coat and hideously bright shoes, contrasted terribly with the rims of her designer aviator sunglasses, which were perched atop her mop of bleached blonde hair.

'It has been so very long, has it not.' She said, extending a hand for Kurt to kiss. He clutched the hand, and instead shook it firmly, ensuring that he dug her rings sharply into her skin. She shook her hand with some force to make Kurt let go, which he did so, smirking.

'Oh how I missed you. I never thought you'd actually make it Hummel, so I suppose congratulations are in order.'

A definite cuss was thrown at the woman from Mel and Steph's direction, both of whom recognised her name from the tales Kurt told them of his college years. She was the girl who won the music sponsorship when Kurt and her were at school together. From what they had heard, she was right bitch, and in person, she was doing a good job keeping up her reputation.

'Hmm.' Kurt hummed, his eyes narrowing noticeably, 'well I'm sure you can see I certainly 'made it.' As you said. What with your assistant over there wearing...oh, one of my last season scarves.'

All eyes shot to the man who was standing tentatively behind India, who was hurriedly trying to remove the scarf from around his neck, but having difficulty in undoing the knot.

India coughed, summoning her assistant over to her. 'Yes, well... Edward and I were just on our way upstairs. Some of us actually have work to do, Hummel. So you'll excuse me. I have to go and record.' She smirked, dragging her male counterpart away by the scarf, and towards the receptionist, who was having troubles containing her laughter.

The assistant, 'Edward' apparently, shot the group an apologetic look, and rolled his eyes at the woman who currently had a rather firm grip on his neck. He smiled at them as they made their way back to the elevator, but not before shooting Mel and lascivious wink.

She flushed madly and quickly turned her back and stumbled into the newly arrived elevator, before being followed by her companions, and disappearing upstairs.

xXx

'What the HELL is She doing here?' Kurt screeched as he stormed into studio 4, to be greeted by a laughing Blaine and Finn, who all of a sudden launched 3 feet into the air whilst clutching to their chests like lifelines.

'Wha- What?' Finn stammered, as he landed.

'India fucking Reed.' Kurt hissed as he marched over to his brother. 'Why, dear Finn, is she in your building, apparently working, which can only mean something which I freaking well hope it doesn't.' By now Kurt was so close to Finn he could feel the taller man tremor against him. He was still seated in his chair, which gave Kurt a discernable height advantage, and made Finn cower like a frightened child.

'She...She works here?' Finn stuttered, avoiding Kurt's eye contact.

'Please tell me as a cleaner, or so nonexistent god help me, you will be in for a whole world of pain.'

'As...As a cleaner?'

'FINN' Kurt barked, glaring at his brother with fury in his eyes.

'What you said-'

'I know what I said. But I didn't mean lie to me. Is she or is she not, currently recording something in your studio?'

'y-Yes.' Finn replied, in the manliest of squeaks.

Kurt sighed in exasperation. 'Finn, you know how I feel about that thing'

'But Kurt she's got talent, and it would be unfair if we didn't- Oh right, I'll shut up now.' He said, catching the end of Kurt's glare, cracking his very soul.

'Good boy.' Kurt said. 'Now, I am going to try and forget about this problem for the remainder of the day, you lot better not bring it up unless you're hatching a plan to do away with the bitch'

The room was eerily silent as Kurt surveyed them all with flaming eyes. 'Good. So shall we get started?'

xXx

The group spent the first half of the day hanging around in the studio whilst Blaine had a whale of a time messing about with Finn in the recording booth. He was jamming away on the acoustic guitar, singing anything that came to mind. It was all as warms ups before they actually recorded a proper song for Blaine to keep on a CD, which would be done that afternoon. Although earlier on they had recorded Blaine singing the national anthem, which Finn then twisted around to make it sound like Chipmunks, then it became deep and demonic, before finally he managed to change the voice entirely so every time Blaine sang he sounded like 'a sugar crazed little girl'.

After a few hours the group headed out on another coffee break. Finn's receptionist Danielle had continued to bring them the normal watery instant stuff all morning but the taste was slowly eating away at Kurt and Steph's taste buds, so they decided to leave and grab some 'proper coffee, not this artificial shit' as Steph so eloquently put it.

Blaine decided to wait in the foyer with Mel while the rest went off to get the drinks. He had worn himself out, leaping around the studio for at least 3 hours straight, and Finn and Kurt didn't trust him to be left alone with the expensive equipment, so Mel was instructed to babysit him, in return for a large choc-chip cookie from the coffee shop. The pair were currently seated in two large black couches which over looked the city streets. They were people watching absentmindedly, every so often calling out random phrases like. 'Bald Sarah Palin.' Or 'Asian You.'

They had only been waiting for 5 or so minutes when so unlikely company made themselves known. The woman Kurt had been so 'fortunate' as to have encountered earlier had sauntered over, followed by her assistant, who was no longer wearing his scarf. (three guesses why not)

'Hello, haven't seen you around here, I'm India. India Reed.' She smiled at him and let her hand fall to her jutted hip. 'Perhaps you've heard of me.'

Blaine jumped a bit, but quickly turned to her and smiled back politely. 'Oh, right, This is my first time here. My name's Blaine.' He held out his hand and India shook it, squeezing it a little too possessively for Blaine's liking.

Mel was glaring at the woman. Her eyes flaming. Blaine wasn't sure if the hissing was her, but by the looks she was shooting India, it sure could have been.

'Well, Blaine. You're really cute.' she giggled. Wanna come get some coffee with me?' India winked at him, and wiggled her hips closer to his face

Blaine stared at her for a second before politely shaking his head, and then automatically feeling uncomfortable. 'That's...umm that's a nice offer.' he said, and was about to follow up with 'but I'm not on your team,' but at the last minute he glanced over to Mel, who was shaking her head fervently and so decided against telling her he was gay.

'I'm...err...I'm taken. Sorry. They wouldn't take too kindly to me going out with others'

Mel's head fell into her hands, and she let out a rather audible groan.

India just smiled more seductively and batted her eyelashes in a rather repulsive fashion. 'Well,' she said, and leant down so she could whisper to Blaine, her tongue flicking out to lap at the shell of his ear, 'tell me when you get tired of your girlfriend, then there's no need to worry eh?.' As she straightened out, she shot daggers at Mel, who was trying to repress giggles at Blaine flushed face.

She strutted away towards the door followed by her assistant, while Mel and Blaine just stared. The man behind India was frantically mouthing something that Mel seemed to be taking an extreme interest in, while Blaine was still a little stunned by what had just happened. His thoughts were cut short, however, when Kurt and the group arrived back, shoving India out the way, whilst clutching several steaming cups of branded coffee.

'Eugh, not her again.' Kurt sighed as he may his way over to Blaine and slumped down in the seat next to him, glaring daggers after the woman as she strutted off down the street in the direction he had just come from.

'I got you a Medium Drip- That's your order right?' Kurt asked, passing Blaine the scolding cup.

He hissed slightly as the cup came into contact with his skin, but quickly pulled his sleeves down to hold it properly.

'Yeah, thanks Kurt' Blaine said as he took a long dredge of the piping hit liquid. He moaned appreciatively and Mel finally cracked. Her laughter flooding the foyer where the group were all seated.

'What's so funny?' Finn questioned, staring dumbstruck at the cackling woman.

'Oh...I just bet SHE would have liked Blaine to moan like that over HER coffee.' Mel said, cracking up again.

The rest of the group looked confused whilst Blaine's head dropped into his lap and he groaned in embarrassment.

'What do you mean?' Kurt asked, removing the coffee from Blaine's hands and setting it down on the table

'Think you should ask Blaine that!' She giggled.

The groups gaze all turned and locked onto Blaine, who sat up, still shaking his head. His cheeks were flushed deep red and his eyes mouth was curled in a coy smile.

'Umm...'

'Blaine?' Steph questioned, her mouth twitching into a grin at Blaine's embarrassment.

'Umm...well ...that woman who just left ...asked me out to coffee!' He said, before running a nervous hand back through hair.

'Who? India?' Kurt asked, eyes widening, and his mouth agape.

'Yeah. That's what she said her name was.'

'She licked him. Like actually licked him. It was fucking hilarious.' Mel continued, her eyes shining.

'Holy Crap. That is funny!' he said, his speech reflecting his elation.

'Wha-Why?' Both Blaine and Steph asked, as Finn, Kurt and Mel laughed.

'Because, one she just licked you- like a cat- that is just downright funny... and secondly she is gonna be rejected by a guy who would rather be with Kurt than her.' Mel said simply, still chuckling into her drink.

'Because I'm a guy.' Kurt added quickly through giggles

'She hates Kurt. She made his life hell in college, stealing all the guys he liked.' Finn said, placing his coffee down on the table in between the seats. 'So this is like...Karma or something!'

'You have to milk it Blaine!' Mel chuckled. 'That bitch needs to be wrung dry. Like turn her down in the most humiliating way possible.'

'Well I already told her I'm taken.' Blaine said, still being a little naive

'But you're not.' Steph commented, slightly confused by the others train of thought.

'We know that, but India doesn't' Mel retorted. 'She even said she would still pursue him. So it will be even more hilarious when she finds out dear Blaine would rather sleep with Finn here than her.'

Finn shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Blaine fiddled with his shirt collar, which had just become surprisingly tight.

'Isn't that a little cruel?' Blaine asked, as the women began to plot.

'No.' Mel said defiantly. 'This one time she told this guy Kurt liked that he had done this massive-'

'Mel' Kurt hissed. 'Seriously. Not appropriate.'

'Pfft. You can say that again. He had done this-'

'MEL' he screeched.

'Geez sorry. ' She said, paling a little at Kurt sudden outburst. She turned to face Blaine now, who had also been a little shocked by Kurt. 'But Blainers , you have Got to play that bitch. Please Blaine. Kurt Please!'

'Believe me. I have no objections to that whatsoever. But Blaine is the one who chooses what he does...' Kurt suddenly turned to face Blaine, with a malicious grin. 'But Blaine. If you go on a date with her! ...You will never play guitar again, understand?'

Blaine snorted but was a little frightened none the less, and finally, after many puppy dog eyes from the entire group (bar Finn, who just clicked his knuckles menacingly) he agreed to help Kurt extract his revenge. (If only so he could see Kurt smile again like that)

xXx

The next time Blaine saw India was when he was on a toilet break. Kurt had left the building with Mel after receiving a rather important call from his store. They had assured Finn and Blaine they would return later, but in the mean time, Blaine wasn't to embarrass India to the full extent, as Kurt wanted to see the humiliation with his own eyes.

She was hanging out side studio 4 with a glint in her eyes and a phone in her hand.

'Blaine.' She cheered almost as soon as he was out the door. 'What a surprise to see you here.'

'Umm...I'm working here.' He said, as he tried to step past her, and get to the bathroom.

'Well, I need to talk to you.' She said, and quickly trotted after him, manoeuvring it so his back was against the wall, and she was blocking his escape. 'What are you doing tonight...' she began. 'Because I sure hope it's me.'

Blaine snorted at the woman's feeble chat up lines. 'Sorry, but, this evening I'll just be sleeping.'

'Oh, you like sleeping? Me too! We should do it together some time.'

Blaine actually choked a little at that one. 'I thought I made it perfectly clear. I'm taken.' He said, before forcing his way past her.

'That never stopped me before sweetie.' She said, trailing after him like a lost puppy as he made his way to the bathroom. 'Besides, with me. Think of the possibilities. With me on your arm you could make the front page of every magazine and have headline sprouting your name all over the state. You'd be making millions in endorsements and interviews. Publicity, Sweetheart. I can offer you so much. And plus I'm a hell of a good lay'

'Goodbye Ms Reed.' He said, as he stepped into the bathroom. 'Maybe we can talk later.'

'Why not now?' She jutted hip lower lip out and fluttered her eyelashes seductively, attempting to follow him in.

'Because...this is a men's bathroom. And I need to pee. So no, we can't talk now.' As Blaine made to turn back into the room, he was engulfed in a tight embrace from the woman. Her hands slipped down until they were groping his ass, when Blaine forced her off him. As he dusted down his scrumpled shirt. He stepped backwards and made to close the door.

'Goodbye Ms Reed'

And then the door slammed right in the pouting woman's face.

xXx

Once Blaine was finished, he made his way back to the studio. Peeking round every corner before he stepped to make sure he didn't bump into the woman again.

As he crept down the last stretch of corridor he fished around in his pocket to find his cell, to use as a mirror for the final, tight corner, instead of removing his phone, he pulled out a scrunched up piece of paper.

He abandoned his escapade and smoothed out the paper.

Written in a tight, yet discernibly female scrawl was a list of digits, followed by a little note.

Call me when you get tired of your girlfriend. My offer still stands Honey! ;) ;)

-XOXO Love Indy XOXO

Blaine silently crumpled up the note and threw it towards the closest garbage can, not caring if he missed, before heading back down the corridor, ignoring any people he passed, and slipping into the studio.

TBC...