A/N: So my Mom doesn't watch Glee, and I was just re-watching OS and she walked into the room during the intro to the Kliss and my mom goes 'This is ridiculous, no one would say that. I can't stand the short one.' and yeah, she was talking about Blaine!
Then she goes and asks if Kurt is the baby faced girly child, and I say, NO he's the gorgeous one and Blaine is the hot one, and she says, 'But neither of them are good looking.'

… It's official; I'm adopted.

Also, anyone else know that embarrassing moment, when your mom and her friend ask to read this thing you have been so adamantly working on, and you have nowhere to run and hide? If anyone asks, this is my French project...comprende?

The song in this Chapter is called Thunder, by BoysLikeGirls, listen to it as you read, it is an AMAZING song, and it's been on repeat on my iPod for the last few days!

Blaine waited for Mel and Kurt to return before telling all, of his run in with India. They all laughed at her expense, and silently wished her a slow and painful demise.

Finn, Steph and Blaine headed back upstairs to the studio once the group had finished their coffees. Leaving Mel and Kurt to clear away the mess.

As Mel ditched the final cup into the trash, she whipped out her phone, a large smile emerging on her face as she read through her messages.

'Who are you texting?' Kurt asked, turning to face Mel with a suspicious gaze.

'Oh, No one.' She said, shrugging, but the smile never leaving her face.

'Hmm...well No one seems to be very special. The only person I can imagine making me smile like that would be Patti Lupone.' or Blaine he mentally added ' But somehow I highly doubt it's her. So...'

'I said no one'

Kurt scoffed and snatched the phone for her grasp, eliciting a sharp squeal from the woman as she tried to grab her phone back.

'Who's Edward tight Butt?' Kurt questioned, with a sly smile on his face as he began to make his way towards the elevator and back to the studio.

'None of your freaking business, now gimme my phone back.' Mel cried, tearing after him

'Tell me who this mysterious man is, then I'll consider returning your phone.' He said, pressing the buttons to call the elevator.

' Nope. No way.'

'Or I could just ring him and-' Kurt's eyes narrowed and he held his fingers directly above the call button on Mel's cell.

'Kurt!' She begged,

'Just a slip of the finger and...'

'He's India's assistant. She blurted, admitting defeat

Oh! Well that certainly shocked Kurt.

'Dear mother monster, how did you get his number?'

'None of your business' she snapped grabbing the phone out of Kurt's palm, and stuffing it back in her pocket.

'Ok, Mrs Bossy Pants, I'll just ask the others' He huffed quietly as they made their way upstairs.

As soon as the pair re-entered the studio Kurt blurted out Mel's phone predicament.

'Oh that's what he was mouthing.' Blaine said, winking at Mel, who was blushing deep crimson.

She slapped him playfully on the arm, which caused him to yelp and run to hide behind Finn. Who laughed at the jousting pair.

After a couple of minutes, in which Blaine was chased around the room by Mel as he chanted childish love songs... ('Mel and tight butt sitting in a tree, doing what they shouldn't be'. 'My god Blaine, you really are just an overgrown 5 year old.' 'Over grown, he's seems about the right height to me'...) Finn persuaded Blaine to head back into the studio, to get working on his prepared piece.

After a few chords and warm up rhythms Blaine was ready to make his first recording.

xXx

Now of course, the others were forced out of the room as Blaine had his first real try. Finn insisted he should be alone, as it would make the whole experience more soulful and the memories purer. Add the fact that Blaine was almost peeing himself with nerves to the equation and it made perfect sense to get the group out of the way.

Kurt, Mel and Steph wandered the corridors of Finn's building. Taking in the gold and silver records splattering the walls, the photos of celebrities smiling alongside Finn. Any one from Josh Groban (who managed to pull of grey hair surprisingly well) to Kurt himself, though that picture was actually in Finn's office.

Every so often one of the girls would stop and squeal at one of the photo's, and express extreme joy at having been in the same place as said celebrity.

Mel continued to subtly text Edward as the group meandered.

Kurt kept shooting her winks or swooning as she typed, much to her distaste.

'If you don't quit it, I won't tell you anything he's said.' Mel said, flipping Kurt off as he clutched at his heart when her phone buzzed.

'And why, would his declarations of affection concern me.' Kurt scoffed.

'Because he was actually just warning us of an upcoming threat.' Mel said, pocketing the phone and freshly read message.

'Wha- What?'

'Well, you said you didn't-'

'Mel!'

' ...'

'Sorry.'

'Thank you, and in response to your question, apparently India is on her way out of her studio,.. and is heading our way.'

'Oh.' Kurt's face fell, and he quickly looked around for a place to hide.

'Mel.' He said quickly. 'You are ...a big girl...can I please hide behind you, I will repay you with those very tacky earrings I know you love so much.'

Mel slapped his side, and Kurt pretended to double over.

'What was that for?' He said wincing.

'Calling me fat.'

'...'

'I'm not fat.'

'No you're a skinny angel, But those blazers would say otherwise.' He coughed

Mel slapped Kurt again, this time slightly harder and on the wrist.

'OUCH.' He whined 'Thank Cheesus there are no lockers here.'

The clacking of heels on the tiled floor roused Kurt and Mel from their banter. 'Damn.' Kurt murmured as he glanced around for anywhere to run and hide. An encounter with the evil spawn of Satan. (India) was something he wanted to avoid at all costs.

'Hide' he hissed, glaring at the girls, who nodded and began to search for a free room.

The sound got louder and louder as the shoes owner drew closer, the sound of voices could be heard from the same direction, obviously involved in deep conversation. Kurt and the girls backed up and pushed against each door, looking for one that wasn't locked.

The voice was getting perilously close as the group picked up their pace. The two girls slamming against each door, and shaking to door knobs with epic force.

Kurt let out a (very manly) squeal as the shadow of the person came into view round the corner.

'Found one' Steph triumphed, quickly swinging open the door and dragging the others inside

It was a small cramped closet, in which a manner of coats and jackets hung, the distinct lack of light made it difficult for anyone to see where they were standing, and as Kurt turned his head a sharp brimmed hat scratched at his cheek, causing him to grimace in pain.

'Ssssh.' Mel whispered, as the voice became much clearer.

'- and I still haven't got a call. I mean, I gave him my number, what, like an hour or two ago.- yes, exactly- and yet still no call. I mean, he must have some breaks in which to ring me. – I guess he must have lost his phone.'

A squeaking, high pitched voice rang out of a speaker, proving the she was in fact on the phone.

'I know Ellie, I know. He was staring at my ass as I walked out, so that means he's clearly interested. Maybe he's just scared about his girlfriend finding out... I think she's the brunette one. He was sitting with her when I saw him first...'

The voice was pacing the corridor outside the closet, the heels making an irritating whine every time she turned around .

'No, she is as fugly as they come, I mean seriously, her roots needed dying and her hair was so plain. Her outfit, god, not even a hint of pink. Does she not follow any of the rules of fashion'

Both Steph and Kurt scoffed as Mel scowled next to them

'...clearly Hummel's rubbing off on them. Yeah, he's back... I know right...little shit...thought I'd got rid of him at college...no, some old freak, Bentey or something ,picked him up...obviously out of pity, I mean he has no discernable talents, people only buy his stuff for the label.'

Both women turned to where they thought Kurt was standing, the harsh, nasally breaths that Kurt was taking, suggesting he wasn't best pleased with the accusations made about him.

'But Blaine...he's just so hot, His hair is just...mmm and his body...the things I would do to that body...haha yeah give me a day and your list would be complete...oh he's totally up for it. He wants me bad. I can tell.'

All three had to bite their tongues to prevent the laughter that was threatening to spill from their lips at that. Blaine's worried face from earlier led them to believe that he would definitely not be 'up for it'

'He was flirting like crazy, acting all hard to get...Oh I know... It wouldn't surprise me if he's singing his heart out in a love song for me right now...yes, his voice just oozes sex appeal... I WILL make him mine Ellie, mark my words!'

Was it bad that Kurt's chest was feeling remarkably tight as the woman spoke. His heart thronged with something...hate like...it was obviously just his college rivalries flaring up.

'No, me and him will be dating by tomorrow at the latest, I always get my man. I have done for the 26 years of my life and I'm not stopping now.'

But if that was the case...why did he feel worse whenever she mentioned Blaine. It couldn't be jealously...definitely not...could it?

A dial tone sounded, and India clicked her fingers. 'Blaine – I'm about to rock, you're world!' She muttered, and set off back down the corridor.

The three people in the closet breathed a sigh of relief as the sound of her heels faded away.

Steph leant forward and fumbled in the dark until she found the door handle. She twisted it slowly and peeked through the crack in the door to check for people.

The coast was clear, and all three friends staggered out of the closet, breathing in relief in the fresh air.

Mel sniffed and blinked in the bright light. 'God, who does that woman think she is?'

'I have no clue' Kurt offered. 'but we need to put her back in her place, preferably below the ants beneath my jimmy choo's, and we need to do it quick.'

xXx

Kurt was sitting back in the studio, watching Blaine play around with the instruments whilst lamenting about his feelings to Finn, who was finding a decent backing track for Blaine's song. Mel and Steph had continued their exploration and began plotting, whilst Kurt opted to go back to Blaine, the funny pangs in his chest not leaving him alone.

'She just won't leave it, I mean yes she likes him, but she doesn't have to go ranting about it on the phone to everyone.' Kurt moaned as he slumped down into a large black chair.

'Kurt?'

'And he doesn't even like her, he'd rather date me than her, at least I have the right appendages.'

'Kurt?'

'And besides, she deserves to get her comeuppance, I am fed up with her being all high and mighty, she is the nonbeliever to my Tinkerbell.'

'Kurt?'

'She will be the death of me. Can't we just...dispose of her, forget the humiliation, just...I don't know, suffocate her with a scarf?'

'KURT!'

'Huh? Oh sorry Finn, I didn't catch that.'

'Look Kurt.' He said, spinning around on his chair. 'I know you hate India, but she is actually earning me quite a lot of money. So you can humiliate her, but no killing ok? And dude, to me, it sounds like this bitching is over more than a college rivalry. What's really the matter?'

'What?'

'Kurt, be honest with me. You're my bro, you can tell me anything.'

'What are you getting at Finn.' Kurt's lips pressed themselves together in a grim line

'Do you...maybe...do you like Blaine.'

'Of course I do, he's my best friend.'

'No...I mean...like...do you like like him.' Finn said, raising his eyebrows quintessentially.

'Wha-No!' Kurt spluttered . 'That would be completely unprofessional and just..., definitely not...' he trailed off, staring at his lap.

'If you're sure. I just...this looks a bit like jealousy to me. Rachel gets all scary with it too. Especially when we speak to Quinn and-'

'Finn. Never, ever, compare me to the banshee that is your wife.'

'Hey, she's not that bad.' Finn said, scowling at Kurt.

'She screamed for 10 solid minutes when you broke the toaster in your new apartment.'

'...but-'

'No Finn. Just no. Now leave me to mope!'

Kurt span around in his chair and turned his back to Finn, and began to inspect his finger nails.

'Kurt?'

His voice went sharp again 'Finn. I do not like Blaine like that, he is just a friend.' Blatant lie there Kurt, even Finn can tell you're lying, seriously, who are you fooling No one. So grow a pair and tell the truth.

'Who doesn't like Blaine?'

Both men jumped as a female voice rang out through the control room. Kurt span back around to find himself face to face with Steph and Mel, who were both grinning broadly.

'Kurt doesn't' Finn said plainly, once he regained his composure.

'Well, sorry Kurtie, but you're gonna have to like him again for the next hour. Melly and I have a plan to deal with Indiot- I mean India.' Steph said jovially.

'It requires your fantabulous acting skills.' Mel continued. 'But if pulled off successfully, I think it's safe to say we will have embarrassed the bitch into next week.'

'Listen in close boys, and call Blainey boo in now. We have a plan to execute.' Steph said, pulling a malicious face and rolling her fingers together like a super villain on a mission.

Kurt's confession could wait.

xXx

Finn was ready in his office, the intercom connecting to all the studios live and ready. A loud crackle of feedback screeched out over the speakers as Finn picked up the script the girls had written for him.

'Attention all. We have a new face with us today. A Mr Blaine Anderson.' He said, spreading the words out slow and steady.

Mel urged him on from her position by the door. Giving him an optimistic thumbs up.

'He is currently recording his first, original song in studio 4, and we would like to invite you all to come check out this fine-'

He quickly halted, and flashed the script at Mel.

'fine piece of ass.' Was scrawled in the lines, followed by a winking smiley.

I am not reading that.' Finn hissed to Mel who was giggling. She nodded and rolled her hands, as if improvising.

'to-' Finns voice faltered slightly. 'To come check out this fine upcoming musician.' He nodded, a smug smile playing on his face, proud with his little save.

'Can everyone please make their way to studio 4, for a performance to start in 10 minutes.'

With that Finn cut off the intercom, and the microphone went dead.

'How was that?' He asked, wiping a thin film of sweat from his brow.

'Perfect.' Mel replied, opening the door and ushering Finn out. 'Now we just hope India shows up, then the games can begin.'

The pair made their way back towards Blaine's studio. As they walked they were joined by several other figures, who greeted Finn with an 'Afternoon sir' and Mel with a polite smile and a nod.

Inside the studio, Steph and Kurt were positioning people in the viewing room, just offset from the control room and the actual recording studio. A large, wall sized sheet of soundproof glass separated the recording booth from the other room. The speakers were turned off, and all the observers could just see Blaine pottering around, occasionally opening his mouth to speak or sing a few jaunty notes of warm up with the piano.

The majority of staff members and other recording artists who turned up were situated on the far side of the room, they had a very clear view of the entire room and its occupants. They were also far away from the door.

When Finn and Mel slipped back in, they were greeted by Steph, who ushered Mel into the corner behind the door, out of the way and Finn into the control booth, where he needed to do sound checks.

Mel scanned the room, but saw no sign of India.

The clock was counting down, two minutes until the performance was due to start. Kurt and Steph seemed to have noticed the Harpy's absence too, as they were shifting around and seemed incredibly jumpy, knowing full well that the entire plan would fall to pieces if she didn't make an appearance pronto.

One minute left, and the last of the people trickled in to the room. Steph was frantically dashing around, checking to see if she hadn't slipped in unawares. With 20 seconds left, she returned with no such luck.

Kurt was just about to slam the doors and admit defeat when India burst through, screaming for attention in a bright pink body-con dress. (When did she find time to change?)

He face was caked in makeup, and had a faintly orange tinge in the light. Her eyelashes were of an obscene length with flecks of glitter shining on the end of each. He blonde locks were pulled tightly back off her face and ties into a tight bun to the side of her head. He appearance would have suited any night worker, but for an apparent professional, it looked rushed and ridiculous. (Another triumph for Kurt on the appearance scale)

She looked quite frankly, like a plastic doll. With her cleavage showing and her butt wiggling infuriatingly.

'I'm here my pretties.' She drawled stepping into the room, purposefully digging her heel into Kurt's toes as she did show, eliciting a growl from the man who gave her the finger when her back was turned.

Steph snorted at this, which made India spin around and glare irately at the woman.

'I don't see what you're laughing at!' She scoffed, 'Maybe it's your outfit, or perhaps Hummel's face, I can't decide which is worse.'

The pair stared slack-jawed at India as she marched into the room. Both cursed her guts as they went and closed the doors, preparing for Blaine's performance to start.

Mel ran over to India, and beckoned her over to the side furthest from the other people. She was more in the open, where she was unable to hide. After much complaining from the pink clad lady, Mel persuaded her to stay there, by insisting she had the best view of the performer, which was in fact true, but India wasn't aware she was sharing the place with Kurt. Who was standing just a few feet behind her.

xXx

'Remind me again quite why I have to stand behind India.' Kurt said sourly as Mel and Steph came and stood by his side, linking their arms together with his.

'Because.' Steph said. 'That way when Blaine looks at you, she'll think it's her. So we will be subtly leading her on, only to make her inevitable demise that much more spectacular.'

Finn began to play a steady drum beat over head, feeding into the recording booth as Blaine readied himself next to the stand holding a guitar. He sat on the plush seat and scooped up the instrument, flexing his fingers, his knuckles clicking as he shook his hands out.

Blaine nodded to Finn once he had the drum beat stuck in his head. Finn rapped on the separating glass and switched off the back ground sound and the over head speakers to the viewing room.

Blaine began to take slow and calming breaths, trying to prevent the shivers and convulsions that were currently invading his body. After several shuddering moments, he nodded again, and a red light flashed above the glass, separating his from the control room.

Three flashes later, and a large sign reading LIVE lit up.

He threw a quick wink in Kurt's direction, missing them little grin that India made at the gesture.

Blaine allowed his fingers one last flick, before beginning.

He traced out the long memorized notes, strumming at the strings with delicate precision, a light and melodic sound filling the room.

Today is a winding road
that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go, whoa
Today in the blink of an eye
I'm holding on to something and I do not know why I tried

The drums came back in the moment Blaine finished the first verse. It was quiet at first as the backing tracks got into sync with his voice.

I tried to read between the lines
I tried to look in your eyes
I want a simple explanation; what I'm feeling inside
I gotta find a way out
Maybe there's a way out

Finn flicked a couple of switches, and slid up a dial next to the volume control, causing a group of violins to join the drums in the background. Blaine made another seductive smile in the direction of his friend, though this time not looking up until he reached the next lines.

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer

Blaine peered up and his eyes locked with Kurt's. Who smiled and nodded in approval, causing Blaine's heart to leap

Do you know you're unlike any other?

Was is just Kurt, or was Blaine really watching him as he sang the chorus? Like, really really watching him.

India clearly thought it was her, the way she was swinging her hips seductively, and fluttering her eye lashes in a most perverse fashion.

You'll always be my thunder
and I said
your eyes, are the brightest of all the colours

Kurt's really were Blaine thought. Blue and Green and Grey, all mixed together into one enticing pool of delight.

I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder

Yep, he was definitely staring at Kurt. And not in the way they had discussed, it was much deeper, like he was seeing Kurt for the first time and in a must more adoring way. Please let this not be acting Kurt found his subconscious wishing.

So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder

If only India would get out the way, then Kurt could see him properly, but Steph said keep still, she had a plan, if only it didn't involve obstructing his view of the gorgeous singer.

And now I'm itching for the tall grass
And longing for the breeze
I need to step outside, just to see if I can breathe
I gotta find a way out
Maybe there's a way out

Blaine could see Kurt watching him , bobbing his head in time to the music. He heart swelled as Kurt smiled at him. If only India would get out the way, then he could see Kurt properly, but Steph had a plan. Curse her. He wanted to see Kurt.

Yeah I'm walking on a tightrope
I'm wrapped up in vines
I think I'll make it out but you just gotta give me time
Strike me down with lightning
Let me feel you in my veins
I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain

Blaine thought back to Kurt's story. How bad it had become for him, he hadn't been there for Kurt then, he could be now.

Today is a winding road
That's taking me to places that I didn't want to go, whoa

It was all about Kurt.
It had always been about Kurt. If he'd chased after him that day, then Blaine could have had even more of what he wanted. To see Kurt smile, and laugh. To hear his voice, to kiss his lips...wait! Kiss him?

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?

Oh God, Blaine thought . I'm in love with my best friend!

You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colours

Blaine's eyes lit up as Kurt watched him. The young designer felt his heart fluttering. Blaine looked so handsome. He could get used to seeing this.

I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder

If only he hadn't pushed him away that day with the paper. He could have seen this smile, those eyes, heard his laugh, his voice...his everything, for even longer. India better wise up and get away from his man...wait! His man?

So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder

Oh God! Kurt thought. I'm in love with my best friend!

TBC...

A/N: Don't kill me for cutting it here, it just seemed the perfect place... I'm so sorry... India will suffer soon. I promise! *malicious grin*

Let me finish up the next chapter... reviews *hint hint*... I'm holding the next chapter for ransom... lol...don't hate me... it'll be finished faster ... it has the potential for the beginning of a klainetrain...just so ya know...230?...good number...:P

I also apologise in advance...I recently viewed the onset photos of Chris Colfer for Struck by Lightning...and as a result...I have melted into a puddle on the floor...no word of a lie,...I hope to be reconstituted soon... (holy sweet hell...he's dirty and muddy...and his hair...and his arms...and his abs...when did that boy get so HOT! O_O implosion...dear god why is that man so good looking, he will be the end of straight girls everywhere)

Hypothetical Redvines for you all :P xx