Little author notes about so much.
Ownership Disclaimer: Glee? Oh come on, no unfortunately that's not in my deck of cards in ownership. But I am lucky enough to have my imagination, and that's 100% mine, mine, mine. And I share it with you all. This chapter though, might have a lot of inspiration from all the fan fic reading I've been doing from the following fellow authors. So my imagination here might be more 90% today.
Thank you and other Inspiration: flamesjustcreateus, TintedInRose, rakasklaine, DarrenColfer, EdyFerrone, Lia94, 20eKUraN13 and so many others. Thank you all so much for helping me get through this really difficult time. Great appreciation to a certain yellow feathered friend and my two budgie feathered friends, one furbag and two egg laying red feathered friends.
Music Inspiration: Marry the Night, by Lady Gaga.
Rating: M. Like seriously if you're not old enough, then please leave the room. Come back when you're older, this'll still be here.
Warning: May have Trigger Warnings, especially if you're a sook like me. Especially if you're part of the Fox Studios Executives. Well, you've been warned! (Harr, Harr, Harrr, rubs hands together, my evil plot begins…!)
~ S5 ep9, Out Of This World ~
"Um Houston, we have a problem." Astronaut Blaine has been observing Earth as it spins and spins and spins. The globe really is such a perfect ball of wet and dry, from way up high in out of space. He's noted it getting a little wobbly, and the bottom right side of the mainland of Australia has been fizzling and sparking. It can't be ignored any longer, "Honestly, Houston something is truly wrong!"
"Come again Blaine?" He relays … all that he's noted. "Blaine you're breaking up, can you repeat that please?"
"Sorry guys, I was just eating some of Kurt's cookies. These really are good, hmph you know…." Houston needs to interrupt him, "Blaine, it's pretty rude to eat and talk at the same time. Even though you're all the way up there, do you think you could stop please?"
"Yeah sure."
Houston wait…. and wait … annnnddd wait some more. They look at their watches and compare with the time on the walls. Tick, tick, tick. In Westerville a canary tweets sweet tweets. The sun shines brightly on one side of the globe, and we pan out quickly to be looking over Blaine's shoulder down on the darker side of the globe.
"Um Blaine, are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm still here." He brushes off crumbs that shouldn't have fallen on him. As he brushes them away, they float around the space shuttle cabin and rest against the walls. He picks up a sippy cup of non fat mocha, sips what he can and forces it down his throat. His throat that aches like his lips do, like his body and arms do. He aches all over, and not just from the propelling and breaking from Earth's gravitational pull. He aches from the huge gravitational pull to Kurt, he aches from no kisses and cuddles from his fiancé. "I was just finishing my coffee and cookies. You said for me to stop, so I stopped."
"Blaine, we meant for you to stop eating and talking, but we wanted you to continue talking." The technician face palms and wonders how the hell Blaine got to be an astronaut on his watch.
Eventually the glitch from that spot on the globe is figured out. The fizzle and sparking will eventually fizzle and spark out. Time will be the only necessity to fixing an unnatural phenomenon.
The earth globe will still spin, the sun will still shine, the moon will still shine when the sun is shining on it. Kurt will say his prayers at night, to his gorgeous fiancé up high in the sky.
~ musical interlude as the spinning and shinning and nauseating mooshy stuff happens all over that globe and we change scenes ~
He sits at the interrogation table, in the bowels of Dalton Academy. His clothes are messed up, from rough handling, a bruise forming on his left cheek, swelling begins too. The cut on his lip will heal, unless more should follow.
In the room on his left is Sebastian, the room on his right houses Chandler. Somewhere Eli is lurking, waiting patiently for Blaine.
Nick kicks open the door with a mighty thump. So mighty that the subject at hand jumps. Nick has a tray of drinking glasses, a pitcher of water, salt crackers and a large jar of Goober Grape. He walks to the serving trolley, on the left and puts the tray down.
He turns and faces the accused, "Right, we're just waiting on Thad, David and Wes."
"I don't even know how I got here, or why I'm here?" The accused considers getting up and exiting before the door shuts, but Blaine walks in.
"Why is he here, Nick?" Blaine inquires, leans back against the door frame, crosses his arms over his chest and smiles broadly at the accused fellow, footsteps can be heard in the distance.
Nick doesn't answer, he knows an empty question when he hears it. He just pours three drinks, gives one to Blaine, one for himself and one for the seated person.
Blaine sits furthest from the door, alongside Nick. The three amigos are heard walking down the corridor, coming this way. A mixture of alternating footsteps and mumbled conversations.
Ryan's hands are cuffed but he manages to pick up his glass and nervously gulps the water, but he can't help spilling it.
The Three Musketeers walk in. They each nod Hello to Blaine and Nick, then take the remaining seats. Nick gets back up to pour them some water.
"C…could I have some more? Ummm please?" the look on Ryan's face is one of true concern and worry, his eyes flitting between the faces of the other five. After giving the three Warbler's their drinks, Nick snatches the glass from Ryan, pours him another one …. lifts the pitcher upside down and shakes the remaining drops into the glass, and unceremoniously dumps it in front of Ryan.
"You think you're so darn smart don't you?" Nick sneers.
"Lay off him Nick!" Blaine carefully says. "It's not really his fault."
Nick huffs down, folding his arms and scowling at Ryan some more, then looks to the other three seated vampires for support. They're looking at Ryan, Thad making notes, David scratching at his newly slowly growing goatee and Wes twirling his long goatee.
Blaine gets up, looks at Ryan, shakes his head and goes to leave. "Wait, please Blaine?" Ryan rushes out.
"Are you seriously calling me that name and wanting me to stay? After what you've been putting us through?" Blaine grabs the door handle, "I thought you were going to do so much better, with everything the others have been writing about us. But obviously I was wrong, very wrong."
Blaine leaves, shuts the door as roughly as Nick had opened it. The air pressure is sealed once more and Ryan is perspiring now. Sitting jittering, looking between Nick and the other three supporting actors…
~ o ~
Blaine rides the elevator back up the centre of the building. A ding is heard and the doors open. He steps out and carries his bags down to Kurt's apartment. Knocks three times on the door and patiently waits.
He can hear muffled discussions, the sound of crockery crashing and Kurt giggling, but isn't too worried, until after the heavy door slides open. "Blaine!" Elliott exclaims and hurriedly looks to Kurt lying on the sofa….
"Blaine! OMG! BLAINE!" Kurt rushes up and throws his arms around Blaine. "I'm so happy you're here!"
~ mixed musical interlude as more nauseating mooshy stuff happens and Elliott sees the real Klaine love, annnnd we change scenes ~
toKurt: eta end nxt week (smiley face)
toBlaine: xlnt c u then XxOo (winky eye)
toKurt: eta changd, let u no wen (smiley face)
toBlaine: okay (big kiss mwah)
toElliott: change of eta from Blaine (furrowed face)
toKurt: no prblm gorgeous, stop worrying (adam lambert purse lipped photo)
fromRyan: MOVE THE SCREENING TIME, MOVE THE BLASTED SCREENING TIME (blue thumbs down)
fromWriters: are you sure you want that scene included? (purple question mark)
toKurt: just boarded train, put kettle on (smiley face)
toElliott: Blaine'll be here in a few hours, HECK! (furrowed face)
toKurt: I have all my things gorgeous. breathe beautiful, breathe. (adam lambert purse lipped photo) stop worrying. (adam lambert purse lipped photo)
toBlaine: c u then XxOo (love heart)
toKurt: just got off train, I'll taxi to your building. (clapping hands)
fromRyan: DAYS ARE NUMBERED, DON'T AIR THAT FOOTAGE! (blue thumbs down)
toKurt: DON'T DO THAT SCENE! (adam lambert purse lipped photo)
toKurt: just getting flowers, eta 20mins.
toKurt: I just saw Blaine getting out of a cab? my cab is going the wrong way again! (broadway star)
toKurt: DON'T DO THAT SCENE! (blue thumbs down)
toKurt: did you want fries with that? (red satan)
toKurt: DON'T DO THAT SCENE! (adam lambert purse lipped photo)
toKurt: onway up (love heart)
toElliott: worried no txts from Blaine, for like ages. (green wobbly face)
Kurt puts his phone down, now noticing that he doesn't have any signal. He hopes his messages got out and worries about what texts he's missed.
He fumbles with his barely there costume whilst thinking of which friends and only lover are where in the world right now. He's getting ready for a risque photo shoot, Elliott is at his own apartment, Rachel should be at work. Santana is due to come home with some lunch, which needs to include Blaine now. And his new script for his alter ego job is due to arrive today as well.
He's been spending lots of time with Elliott, and enjoying every moment with his new bro. Elliott is into Lady Gaga, fashion and food. He's a great asset to 'The Band'. Those are some comforting words Kurt plays in his mind, ignoring that he might be crushing on Elliott. There's no way that's happening at all, right? Kurt loves Blaine, Blaine loves Kurt! (love hearts dripping from every blink of his eyes.)
Kurt checks his phone again, yup still no signal…..
~ spooky twlight music as we change scene ~
"Pssstt Blaine, this is Houston calling."
"Oh hi down there, how you doing?" Blaine sounds a little like Joey out of Friends right now.
"Blaine have you been drinking from the other sippy cup?" The technician face palms again, honestly Blaine might be super gorgeous but he's not really ….
"Yup! And I feel pretty darn good too." He goes to the window and puppy eye looks down on earth with an even bigger sooky look of pouting. "HOuston…?" he sighs deeply..
"Houston, I love you. And, and I miss you…." Sniffle, wipe runny nose on sleeve.
"We love you too Blaine. We all love and miss you too." The whole room of men and women face palm at the same time. One in a wheel chair wipes tears from his eyes.
"Houston, I wanna come home now." taps on the glass and wipes the fogging up. "Do you think it's safe for me to come back?"
"Yes Blaine, the coast is clear. The torrential rain of emotion is all better now." They all look up to the ceiling, some whispering thanks to God, clapping hands and placing under their chins and blowing kisses. "You can prepare for re-entry tomorrow after noon."
"Blaine, this is Sue Sylvester."
"Hi Principal Sylvester." Blaine waves at the world below, a very big smile on his adorable face.
"Yeah hi. I'm instructing you to pull yourself together, clean up your space shuttle and get some rest. I gotta tell you, much as I hate to say it but, we really need you back down here." She grabs the microphone a little tighter, trying to reign in her motherly emotions. "Blaine, we need your sweet toosh to squeeze into some really tight fitting jeans and wow the ladies down here."
"But what about Kurt?" sniffle.
"STop your blubbering. Yes, so you can wow Kurt too." God, he's just so sooky la la when he's rdunk.
Blaine wipes sniffles and a hand over his super gelled head of hair. Straightens up his shirt, bow tie, and throws a cheesy grin out the window.
Looks straight at us and whispers
"Okay!"