Finn and his band were still recording in the studio when Rachel and Kurt arrived. She and Kurt had to wait in a seating area outside until they came out and Rachel was not in a good mood, having to search around town and then being dragged into some big stars ego fest.

After about half an hour the light above the recording studio turned off and the band began to make their appearance. There was Finn with his T-rex height and goofy smile. He was followed by the band's guitarist who had jet black hair, and was spinning round on the spot, tipping the hat perched on his head. The drummer was next. An extremely scary looking guy with a white vest that showed off his perfectly muscled arms and a Mohawk perched on his head. A blonde guy followed. He was another guitarist who also did the synthesising for certain songs. Finally came the most beautiful looking girl either Rachel or Kurt had ever seen, the bass player with her short blond hair and deep brown eyes.

"Rachel!" Finn said rather loudly putting his arm around Rachel and Kurt. "Hey little man long time no see! You haven't met the band yet have you dude? Alright guy's, this here is Kurt, he's like awesome and stuff, like a brother to me you know? Well, step brother which is like totally awesome, isn't that awesome?"

"Have you been drinking?" Kurt wrinkled his nose.

"It's a celebration! Our first CD right guys?" Finn hollered.

"C'mon now Finn calm down." The only girl in the band offered her hand out to Kurt. "I'm Quinn. The Mohawk dude is Puck."

"Call me Captain badass." Was the gruff response.

"The 'lame ass' is more like it." The guy with the blond hair interjected. "Sam." He smiled a wide Cheshire cat smile.

"Or you can call him 'Trouty Mouth'." Puck growled, Sam glaring back at him.

"And I'm Mike." The guy with the black hair said.

"Hi." Kurt replied shyly, unsure. "I kinda know Sam already, we met over summer right?"

"Right you are Kurt; I actually thought you'd forgotten me." Sam leant forward to study Kurt, pulling him into a vice like hug and annoyingly messing up his hair.

"Leave the kid alone, you're suffocating the poor guy." Puck pulled Sam out of Kurt's personal space. "What brings you guys here anyway?"

"Well I came to meet Finn at the train station then Finn decides to tell me to come here without giving any bloody directions. I love the guy but sometimes he's completely useless!" Rachel complained.

"Finn is an idiot you know that." Quinn agreed.

"You have no idea the hell Kurt and I have been through to get here." Rachel then went on to explain the events that had happened previously, leaving out Blaine's secret of course.

"So, you're Blaine Andersons new girl friend. It may be fake, but I take my hat off to you all the same." Quinn congratulated Rachel.

"But you're my girlfriend!" Finn, fuming, wasn't as thrilled as Quinn.

"Do you know why he needs you as an alibi?" Sam asked, ignoring Finn's rage.

Kurt gave Rachel a warning look. "Err n-no not really. He just wants the press off his back, been hassling him to go out with a co star and he seems a nice enough guy I guess." Kurt raised an eye brow and Rachel mouthed 'what?' at him.

The topic didn't remain on Blaine Anderson for long however for Finn seemed to get infuriated by it and started spouting about big, hot shot stars taking things that aren't theirs. Quinn apologised saying he was just a bit hyper over their record deal, but after a while had persuaded him to just go along with the situation and hopefully events will sort themselves out.

Kurt felt really bad for Rachel who had been dreading coming back to school the next day. Kurt knew that as soon as the press leaked she was going out with the most popular guy in teen history she'd be swamped by class mates. The media worked fast and Blaine having a 'normal' girl friend was big news indeed. However, when Kurt arrived at school he discovered nothing had changed. Everyone just went about like they usually did; no cameras, no newspaper people no nothing.

Kurt felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He picked it out to find a text from none other than Blaine Anderson who had asked for his phone number as well as Rachel's.

Hey spoke 2 the press (bribed) nd they've agreed not 2

Say anything till after the weekend. Could u tell Rachel? Shuld giv her more time

2 prepare herself kay? :P xx

Kurt sighed. Then replied:

Bribed? Don't u mean threatened to sue? -_- And tell Rachel urself, u've got her number after all.

Blaine then said:

Bribed, sue, same thing :) And she's not answering xx

Kurt:

Since when was bribed and threatened to sue the same thing?

Blaine:

Since, I'm epically awesome!(^o^) xx

Kurt refused to reply after that one. When Kurt reached the school entrance, he was finally joined by Rachel, a massive scowl on her face. Rachel wondered why the school wasn't in an uproar over her miraculous relationship so Kurt showed her the messages on his phone as a form of an explanation. 'Why'd he have to go and put kisses anyway?'

"I don't know, he put the same for me too, not that I bothered to read the fifty texts he sent me. Onto a more important subject..." Rachel dived into her bag and pulled out a flyer, handing it over to Kurt who stared at it as they walked further into the school grounds.

"Judo?" He frowned.

"Yeah, they're doing it at the local Youth centre, thought I'd give it a go. Might be useful when fighting off the media."

"I don't know. You're dangerous without martial arts."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun!"

"You say that like I'm going too." Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Well aren't you? I think it will be good for you seeing as you're so weak and small."

"Do I have a say in the matter at all? And the last time I was small was about two years ago!"

"Just think about it okay?"

Kurt wasn't really in the mood for school. He had gotten next to no sleep and as he was putting away his books he realised the essay he had stayed up all night to write was currently sat on the kitchen island back at home, which wasn't anywhere near where it was supposed to be. Kurt sighed, closing his locker door, his books for the next two lessons clasped to his chest. Could this day get any worse?

It took Kurt by surprise when a hand came crashing down on his books, making them cascade to the floor as another pair of hands shoved him hard against the lockers resulting in the metal handle digging into his back. Apparently the day could get worse.

"Hey Hummel, care to infect the school with your gay even more?" The large footballer snarled. He pushed further into Kurt's shoulder, holding him up and making him wince.

"Well, you're infecting it with your face, so I thought me being here would help turn that awful presence down a bit." Kurt retorted. "Ever thought of wearing a bag?"

"Do you want to die today fairy?" Azimio, the other footballer present, spat, raising his fist threateningly.

"Azimio, Pete, put Hummel down or I'll beat your arses." A voice shouted at them from behind.

Pete turned to address the speaker, scowling menacingly. "Karofsky." He growled. "Don't think because you used to be the big boss around here you have any authority over me. I'm the one in charge now, I can take you."

Karofsky took a step forward. "Want to test that theory?"

Azimio sent a warning look towards Pete who thought better of his next sentence and let Kurt go, giving him one last shove before sauntering away.

"You okay?" Karofsky asked Kurt, picking up his fallen books and handing them back to him.

"I'll live." Kurt smiled weakly. "And thanks, you didn't have to do that." He took back his books as Karofsky shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"I kind of felt obliged to, you know? After last year..." Karofsky trailed off.

"It's alright, all was forgiven remember? And you've more than made up for it." Kurt reassured the footballer.

Kurt had to hand it to the guy; although he was a part of the schools greatest bullying group, he had managed to get past the pressure and refused to touch anybody else, he even encouraged the others to do the same. Last year he was the one in charge but after he had made Kurt's life hell then accidentally came out to him, he decided to change. Although no one else knew besides Kurt, it felt good that they were now friends.

"Do you want me to walk you to class?" Karofsky offered.

"I don't need a bodyguard Dave, but, thanks for the offer." Kurt really didn't want the footballers to have a bigger excuse to try and attack Karofsky after all.

"Well if you're sure..."

"Positive."

"Watch yourself, okay Kurt?"

"I will."

Karofsky reluctantly let Kurt go, watching the boy as he walked away, side bag swinging at his hip and head raised primly in the air. Karofsky had to hand it to the kid; he could look after himself no problem. His only fear was that maybe Hummel was a bit too naïve. He put all his faith in the kindness of others, believing that in the end they'll make the right decision. It was a nice thought, but from his own experience Karofsky knew it would be Kurt's downfall.

Kurt stared out of his geography classroom window, watching the pale blue sky and wondering if it would snow. Kurt had mixed feelings about snow; somehow it was cleansing, soft, and white. It reminded him of someone he should know. His mom. Kurt never could picture her face, only her smile and sometimes her scent. There was her long chestnut hair and he could remember her being kind and gentle. Everything else... it was best not to dwell too much in the memories, it just left Kurt feeling he should have abandonment issues.

"Sir," Jeff's voice once again snapped Kurt's attention away from itself. "With all the problems surrounding the one child policy, there'd be like, a load of single Chinese chicks walking about right?"

Kurt could sense Nick's eye roll and David fighting the urge to throw a book at Jeff's head. Kurt himself sighed thinking 'Here we go.'

"Well yes," Mr Fulton replied. He was a young teacher, and very much in tune with the teenage mind which Kurt would personally feel was a curse, but he was fun and made geography lessons extremely interesting. "It's been very hard for young men to find a match, especially since most women want to live an independent life. Having said that, they have an advantage of being able to pick the best I suppose."

"Sorry Jeff, it seems Chinese girls have taste so you have no chance seeing as you're sub-human." Nick smirked as Jeff sent him a glare.

One girl shot her hand up making Mr Fulton rather relieved. Conversations between Nick and Jeff could become rather... exhausting. Kurt himself tried to spend as little time as possible with them. He was usually with Mercedes, Tina and Rachel but every now and again Nick, Jeff and David would 'commandeer' him. "Yes Ophelia." Mr Fulton said.

"Does that mean a lot of Chinese men turn gay?"

Mr Fulton seemed to choke slightly. "What?"

"Because there aren't any girls so..."

Kurt scoffed at that. "Being gay isn't a lifestyle choice; it's who you are." He told her bitterly.

"Whatever Hummel." Came Azimio's voice followed by a rolled up piece of paper hitting Kurt in the back of the head. Kurt ignored it, knowing whatever message lay within wasn't of any particular pleasantry or, in fact, intelligence.

"I watched Broke Back Mountain once; that was rather sweet I guess..." One girl piped up.

"You know, I've never watched that." Mr Fulton mused. "Should I?"

"Well all I'm saying is something goes down in that tent." Jeff hinted, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Kurt inwardly groaned. Maybe Jeff secretly had no sexual orientation? Well, sober he like curves, drunk was another story.

"All I can think of is cowboys and the village people." David quipped.

"Now that's just stereotyping, and I'll have you know YMCA was genius." Mr Fulton stated.

Suddenly the class room door opened and Principle Figgins entered, showing around visitors to the school. "And here we have a geography classroom. Mr Fulton has only been with us for a couple of years but he's already done wonders on our students. I believe this is a... Junior class?"

Since the sudden presence of the Principle, the room had fallen into a stunned silence of wide eyed students and teacher. Mr Fulton coughed loudly, using a laser on his pen to point at a map to cover himself up. "So, there is evidence of El Niño around these parts of the pacific."

There was a slight pause where Mr Fulton coughed again and everyone burst out laughing. Confused, Principle Figgins looked slightly awkward, shuffling his feet as he raised a questioning eyebrow to the young geography teacher. "Yes well, there is a lot to see of McKinley so we best be on our way. Thank you for your time Mr Fulton." And with that final word, the principle finally left.

Mr Fulton promptly wacked his forehead against the desk. "Why did we have to be having a discussion about Broke Back Mountain just as the Principle walked in?" Mr Fulton looked up. "And Jeff stop drawing penises on the window!"

"Sir, condensation was invented for me to draw penises on the window." Jeff retorted.

"Just wipe it off before another authority figure enters my classroom." Mr Fulton instructed, trying to come across as angry even though he couldn't prevent the slight upturn of his lips.

"Yeah, that's what she said." Nick grinned. "What? The opportunity was there and I took it." He added after seeing David's 'I am not amused' facial expression.

Knowing that he wasn't going to learn much more on China's one child policy or in fact what the hell El Niño as a geographical term meant, Kurt quickly shut off, his attention once again drawn to the outside world as he leant his chin in the heel of his hand. The football players were outside on the field. It was the seniors who were playing and Kurt had found an interest in watching the players move back and forth as Coach Bieste ran them through laps. It was only Physical Education; most of them probably weren't even on the team but Bieste liked to make it seem real. Kurt would feel bad for them but they hadn't been on Sue Sylvester's cheerleading squad.

One of the seniors ran over to his friends, high fiving them as he took off his helmet revealing a mop of messy dark brown hair. He smiled, his bronzed, chiselled features glowing and emerald eyes sparkling as he talked animatedly, helmet tucked in the crook of his arm. Kurt found himself mesmerised by him. Of course Kurt had seen him around in the halls, but he'd never noticed Kurt and probably never would. The seniors were in a whole other world compared to the lower years, unless you were in a club with them of course. Heck, Kurt didn't even know the guy's name!

Kurt didn't know whether it was coincidence or if fate really hated him that day, but without warning green eyes flickered over to his own. Kurt jumped slightly, his face turning an obvious shade of pink as he quickly snapped his head away and back to the teacher. Hopefully he hadn't been too obvious.

At the same time Kurt was staring dreamily out a classroom window in the geography block, Blaine was in the recording booth, one hand holding a water bottle and glasses perched on the end of his nose as he studied the script in front of him. It was the first time Blaine would be doing a voice recording for an animation and he was honestly enjoying himself, running on the spot, waving his arms about wildly, sometimes even screaming into the microphone. He thought the reason he'd be in a recording booth for the first time would be for a different purpose, but hey, Blaine digressed.

A man and woman were sat behind a screen along with Blaine's manager, William Schuester. They talked and discussed what Blaine was doing after he finished the first part of his script. Blaine studied them, taking a swig of his water. He couldn't hear what was going on, shut off from their words like he was the rest of the world. Every so often one of them would lean forward to press the talk button, but then have a second thought and pull away.

When all was said and done, the man, the director of the animation, leant forward and smiled at Blaine. "Why that was great, spectacular even. I really like what you did for the food fight scene, very clever. Now, I want our star to take a break and we'll go over it again, maybe try and fit it with the animation and see what needs tweaking?"

Blaine nodded, setting his water bottle down and shrugging. "Sure." He'd already been through the scene several times, the director telling him things he liked, things that just didn't work and by the end of the day Blaine would have done over a hundred different variations of the same line. Doing voice work was an entirely different experience; he wasn't used to not having contact with other actors so it was difficult when it came to cooperating with the other characters within the script without knowing how they were portrayed. The director assured him there will be a time where Blaine could share the booth with two of the other main voice actors. That was what he was looking forward to, knowing he'd once again be working with George Clooney.

Before Blaine left he picked up his script and a pen, the entire contents of the script highlighted and scribbled on from where Blaine had made notes. He then proceeded to exit the booth where Will was waiting for him.

"Any news on the press?" Blaine questioned as they began to make their way to the café located in the building.

"Well they've backtracked a bit and will release the information later tonight instead of Monday, but I guess your friend will be away from school for the weekend by then anyway." Will answered, giving Blaine his cell.

"So it's not a complete disaster I suppose." Blaine hummed; checking to see if he had any texts or missed calls, most of which he ignored.

"Not a complete disaster?" Will cried incredulously. "Emma's having hell from the press! First she had to cover up your little... excursion you had in the pool with Sebastian and now we're getting all this hell over your supposed long term girlfriend! I hope you've come up with a decent story to explain all this."

Blaine smirked, entering the cafeteria and joining the cue for a coffee. "But of course."

"I knew I should have made sure Wes stayed with you at all times. We're in a hell of a mess." Will wiped a hand across his face. He wished Blaine would just learn to behave, but then again at least this time it wasn't about Blaine being in a jail cell after some drunken mistake.

"Just chill Schue, this business with Rachel makes those bad quality photos of Sebastian and I seem superfluous; it's now yesterday's news and besides, Wes managed to convince the media it was someone else anyway. See it always works out in the end." Blaine shrugged, flashing a charming smile at the barrister making the girl blush as she handed over his usual order.

"You know this isn't just about that, it's about Rachel too! That girl isn't going to have any peace anymore not to mention she already has a boyfriend!" Will insisted.

"Look, all I have to do is go on a few dates with her, let the media eat it all up and then eventually I'll get another acting job in Europe or something and after awhile we'll just say that the long distance relationship isn't working out, simple."

Will sighed shaking his head. "Look Blaine, you can't keep doing this, you always do this and one of these days you're not going to be able to get out of this. You need to learn to grow up and be responsible eventually."

"Yeah well, today isn't that day. Besides, I could be worse, I could be taking drugs or something."

"Please don't remind me." Will groaned, paying for Blaine's drink.

Blaine was about to comment when his phone went off. Seeing the number on the screen he held up a hand to stop the conversation handing over his coffee, telling Will to find a seat while he took the call.

Finding a secluded place Blaine answered his phone. "I thought you were filming in France? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

There was a chuckle down the other end of the line. "Yes well, I heard something rather interesting so I absolutely had to pay you a call."

Blaine knew what this was about and he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Listen Bas that time could have totally ruined me, and if we are to do that sort of thing again we have to be more... conspicuous. I had no choice but to do what I've done because of you being completely childish."

"You know you're really hot when you're telling me off." Sebastian purred.

Blaine wasn't amused by that comment. "Look Bas, you're known for being gay and having one night's stands and frankly getting away with it, but I'm not known for being in non-relationship, relationships, if you get what I mean."

"Come on Blaine, you can't just keep dancing about for your fans, live for yourself for a change."

"The fans are everything and you know that, it's the only reason why I'm where I am today."

"Well your fans suck. So what if you want to mess around with guys for a while? I'm a fan and I'm game with that."

"I think we both know you're game for that." Blaine rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, not that you have any, but we're going to have to stop for now."

"You know if I wasn't in France that plan of yours wouldn't work right?"

"Just... don't argue with me okay? I have a reputation to uphold." Blaine knew Sebastian was annoyingly correct. "How'd you find out about my new 'girlfriend' anyway?"

"Ah! So the rumours are true then." Sebastian said smugly. "And you may have told the press to keep it on the down low, but I'm not sure you're aware that you inadvertently announced your Petite Amis in front of a group of screaming fan girls."

"And what has that got to do with anything?"

"Oh you have much to learn my friend. Fans get around fast; you're all over tumblr with this mysterious girl. Weird choice by the way; never thought you had a thing for big noses."

"I don't, and don't be mean it's not that big. Thankfully she wasn't a huge fan and came quietly. Wait, does this mean there are pictures?"

"Oh yes, her friends cute by the way, not hot and handsome like you, more like a pretty boy."

"Sebastian, I didn't choose the girl so you can get into her best friends pants, I did it to cover up your mess."

"Don't you mean our mess?" Sebastian corrected. "It takes two to tango darlin'."

"I'm saying your mess because frankly it's more your fault than mine."

"You're the one who has a problem with it, not me." Sebastian pointed out.

"Yes well unlike you I have a thing called self respect."

"Whatever you say Blaine. God you're such a buzz kill."

"That's it, I'm hanging up."

"Sure thing sexy. Say hi to pretty boy for me."

"I'm sorry Bas, but I don't think you're his type." Blaine spat.

"Yes but the blushing innocent virgin is all the rage in the clubs nowadays, and now you're not putting out I might switch positions for awhile..."

"Goodbye Sebastian." Blaine cut him off.

"Aw don't be like that, I'm only joking. You'll always be the one for me."

"Now you're just being creepy."

"You wound me."

"Just shut up, I know you get around faster than the plague."

"Well I can't deny that."

"Seeing as we've cleared that up, I have a luke warm coffee waiting for me so in short..." and then Blaine hung up. He'd already said goodbye enough times anyway.

Despite all his complaining, Kurt still ended up following Rachel into the gym located in the youth centre. Rachel had been going on about learning Judo all day and had even managed to drag Mercedes and Tina into it, saying it would be perfect for finding out new ways of discovering dance ideas for glee club.

"Come on white boy, it'll be fun." Mercedes assured him, slapping Kurt on the back.

"I don't know..." Kurt replied, staring at the blue mats covering the gym floor. "Martial arts seem kind of... violent."

"Well it is Judo." Tina said.

"Yes but I don't much like being thrown around." Kurt pouted, his blue eyes darting around nervously.

"Stop complaining, Judo is just another talent I can cross off my list and I want you all to be here to witness this momentous occasion." Rachel declared, hands on hips.

"Doesn't mean I want it crossed off my list. If I wanted to get beat up in a controlled environment I'd have joined the football team." Kurt muttered but Rachel wasn't listening, storming off with purpose to find the sensei.

Mercedes linked her arm through Kurt's, Tina on his other side as they pulled him reluctantly to where Rachel was having a conversation with a man in his late thirties. "It'll be fun, you'll see." Mercedes told Kurt.

"What do you mean today isn't Judo?" Rachel exclaimed. "The leaflet said..."

"The leaflet said Thursday, today is Friday." The sensei said. "Friday is Aikido."

"Aikido?" Tina frowned. "What's that?"

The sensei, smiling, turned to address Tina. "Aikido is a form of martial arts focusing on defending yourself without harming your attacker but also meaning you can prevent their movement and ultimately no one gets hurt apart from maybe a couple of bruises."

Rachel looked unimpressed. "So basically it's fighting without actually fighting."

"Fighting without actually fighting? That sounds great! Let's join." Kurt said enthusiastically.

"Of course there is a way of attacking that we teach which will be a combination of techniques seeing as Aikido attacks have been considered weak. Plus many of our members are learning Aikido along with another art like Judo, Kickboxing, and Karate; just as a way to get a balance really." The sensei added.

"Ooo, that sounds fun." Mercedes beamed. "You wouldn't have any spaces would you?"

"I don't see why you can't join in on my lesson today, just to see what its like." The sensei shrugged.

Tina and Mercedes turned pleadingly to Rachel. "Girl, if you don't do this there's nothing stopping us from carrying on without you." Mercedes warned.

"Oh alright. Maybe it's a sign that I'll be better at Aikido then I am Judo." Rachel gave in.

The three of them had gone to get changed into something loose fitting and joined the other Aikido students on the blue mats. The other students were in uniform and chatting idly, filling up the room with sound. Rachel had sulked about not looking the part and the sensei had told her they would receive a uniform if they wanted to join afterwards. Kurt himself wasn't sure how he was going to survive this one lesson let alone more, but at least he was with his friends.

The sensei clapped his hands gaining the rooms attention, Kurt halting his conversation with Mercedes to turn towards the front. That's when he froze. There, standing beside the sensei, arms tucked behind his back and feet planted firmly apart, was the green eyed senior Kurt had a blazing crush on. The sudden urge to run was pulsing through Kurt's body but he opted to bow his head and try to hide instead.

"Right then, we have four new potential members with us today, Rachel, Mercedes, Tina and Kurt." The sensei introduced them, Kurt's hopes of going unnoticed flying out the window. Great, now the senior probably thought Kurt was stalking him. "Now, the young man next to me is Jake. He's my second in command so feel free to ask him anything." The sensei continued. "With all the pleasantries over, let us begin."

Kurt found it hard to concentrate on what the sensei was teaching them, his thoughts going to the senior, Jake, he corrected himself, second in command. God his heart was hammering so hard he barely heard the sensei instruct them to get into pairs to practice, telling the more experienced members to pair up with the newbie's. Before Kurt even knew what was happening Jake was standing in front of him, towering above him.

"Looks like I'll be taking you under my wing today. Kurt right?" Jake cocked his head to one side, observing Kurt with an amused expression as the younger boy began to turn a pretty shade of pink.

Oh God Oh God Oh God! This was not happening! When did Jake even move towards him? Was Kurt really spaced out for that length of time? Wait, he was spacing out now! Quick say something before he thinks you're a complete loser. "Y-yeah."

"Well it's nice to meet you Kurt." Jake smiled, reaching out a hand for Kurt to shake. Kurt had to stop from trembling as the warmth from Jake's palm enveloped his own.

"Y-yeah. Y-you too." Kurt said back, cursing himself as his voice came out higher pitched than usual.

"Calm down Kurt, I'm not gonna bite you." Jake laughed. Wow Kurt's name sounded great coming from Jake's mouth. Kurt was somewhat surprised. Jake should find the situation awkward; Kurt sure did. Maybe Kurt had been paranoid and Jake hadn't recognised him after all.

"S-sorry." Kurt murmured. "I've never done this before."

"Well I kind of guessed that. Come on, I'll walk you through it. Now, punch me." Jake said out of the blue.

Kurt openly blanched. "W-what! I couldn't possibly..."

"Kurt, trust me you won't hurt me." Jake said with a slight chuckle.

"But..."

Jake rested a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "It's fine, just... punch me."

"O-okay..." Kurt took a deep breath, bringing his fist back and shooting it forward. Jake moved quickly, grabbing Kurt's wrist with one hand and his elbow with the other. On instinct Kurt brought his knee up, Jake swivelling round to hook his foot around the ankle of the leg that Kurt was balancing on, sweeping Kurt's feet from under him and dropping Kurt to the ground so that he was laying on his back. Jake straddled Kurt's waist and pinned Kurt's wrists to the mat either side of his head.

"Not bad for a first time." Jake whispered, his breath tickling Kurt's face. Kurt's blue eyes swam, his chest heaving as his pulse rate increased. Jake was right there; Kurt could just about feel the weight on top of him, the top half of Jake's uniform slightly open revealing part of the boys muscled chest.

There was a cough from above them and Jake looked up to see the sensei standing there. "I'd like you to help Rebecca; she's really not getting it at the moment. Kurt can have her partner, I hope you don't mind?"

Jake stood up, offering Kurt a hand and helping him to his feet. "But of course sensei. See ya at school Kurt." Jake gave Kurt a final wave before jogging over to where he had been sent to go.

Kurt stared after him, mouth hanging open. Looks like Jake had recognised him.

Blaine finally left the animation studio around 10:30. He stretched and yawned, his eyes heavy as he tried to fight sleep. It had been nice coming back to his home town and tomorrow he'd be going to see his parents. He felt kind of bad for not seeing them enough but with his line of work that was the norm really. If only Blaine could stay a little longer.

"Blaine!" Will called making the star stop in his tracks. His manager was followed closely by Blaine's publicist, Emma Pillsbury. "I've got another job for you if you're up for it."

Blaine looked solemn. That was the problem with being the hottest thing going, he was in constant demand. The truth was, Blaine liked the lifestyle, but the acting career was a pain and he'd much rather be singing. Yes, that was his real dream but the acting agency that had scouted him had other ideas. "Shoot." Blaine finally said.

"Well there's a script that came through this evening which looked really interesting. It's a romantic tragedy based in high school." Will explained. "You're the perfect age and you've never done this sort of thing before so I thought..."

Blaine shook his head. "Schue, there's just one problem. I've never been to high school."

Will crossed his arms over his chest and gave a half smile. "Which is why you need to do some research. Research being going to high school and learning to be a normal teenager. And may I suggest the local school McKinley?"

Blaine looked at Will suspiciously. "And why that particular school?"

"Because Rachel goes there and you can get across to the media that this movie was a godsend, allowing you to spend time with your girlfriend. It'll stop anymore of these rumours about Sebastian and make you look like a sweet loving boyfriend. The media will love it." Emma clapped her hands gleefully.

"William Schuester, Emma Pillsbury, you two are geniuses!"

"We know."They both replied in unison.