"Well, go ahead." Kurt said, sitting down in his desk chair they gave him and opened up his laptop.

"I happened to be scrolling through some lovely articles on CNN.com, and they had this one about how much of an inspiration we both are to the in-the-closet community." Blaine said, a hint of pride and smile in his voice. Kurt could tell he was moving around, and could also make out the faint sound of a mouse clicking.

"Oh? Well isn't that spectacular? So what is this question that apparently is so imperative, you're calling me in the middle of my lunchtime." Kurt lied, hoping to get the question out fast enough to remove all of his anticipation.

"Oh. Oh, y-yes! Question. Well I was wondering if maybe, you and I would like to do one of those um, charity get-together things? I'm not really sure what they're even called...my manager usually handles these kind of things. But I figured it'd be better if I asked. Maybe an interview? I don't know.. I've been researching a lot on you, Kurt." Blaine sighed, he sounded frusturated, but Kurt didn't want to interupt him just yet. "I'm not sure why, something about you I guess. I know we're both fairly passionate about this stuff, and I'd honestly love  to work with you." Blaine finished, his voice full of eagerness and worry, and it was truly adorable. 

"K-Kurt?" Blaine asked. Kurt then just realized he had almost flat-lined over here, and hadn't replied for a good minute.

"Oh, oh, yeah. Sorry, I'm here. I-I don't know how to reply? Clearly, I'd love too. But this could take a lot of time, Blaine. You might get tired of me reaaall fast." Kurt flirted, which is something he rarely did. He silently smacked himself on the head. No flirting, Kurt. Bad. He probably has a secret lover. 

"Pfft, that's impossible, this is like an excuse to be around you." Blaine blurted, and immediately cleared his throat. Kurt almost squealed like a fangirl. Okay, so he sort of was a fan-girl. Without the proper..girl parts. But Blaine need not know that. Kurt thought silently. "Anyway, it'd have to be soon, you know. Before the Games hype, and I need to keep my mojo in tact, Kurt Hummel." 

"Of course, Blaine Anderson, I wouldn't want to jinx that. So, um. Obviously we're both not free tonight, but possibly tomorrow? I have that NBC special, but that should only be from around 9AM for a good 20 minutes. They're in America, but me and 3 of the other athletes from various competitions get to do this fancy webcam livestream thingy. And if they caught a random athlete wandering about my bedroom, they'd be awfully confused." Kurt giggled, realizing the thought would be incredibly funny. It also would arise a lot of questions, though Kurt wouldn't mind that.

"Oh, you're doing the livestream too? I guess we'll see each other there. I mean...through the computer." Both of them laughed, and Blaine waited until Kurt finished to continue. "Your laugh is adorable." Blaine announced, and Kurt flushed at the compliment. That most likely was not meant to be blurted to him.

"I-I mean...I j-just." Blaine sighed once again. "Okay, yes, your laugh is adorable." He finished, and Kurt wanted to fucking flail in the most unattractive fashion ever.

"Not as great as yours. Hey, I have to go. Got some fancy photo shoot thingy." Kurt sighed too, getting off of his laptop to go down to the dressing room to prep.

"Oh, yeah of course. Good luck!" Blaine shouted, shuffling around once again.

"By the way..how did you get my number?" Kurt wondered. Though he figured it must not have been too hard when you're an internationally-famous super star fucking athlete.

"It was printed on your ass." Blaine joked, and instantly started cracking up. 

"Clever, Anderson, very clever." Kurt laughed too, but then turned serious yet again. "No, really..How did you?"

"Why question my motives?"

"It's just random, is all. We barely even talked besides yesterday."

"You'd be surprised, Kurt. I know a lot about you."

"Oh, I bet you do."

"That sounds sort of creepy. Let me rephrase that. The internet knows a lot about you, and via my googling of the name: Kurt Hummel, I have learned a lot about your life in general and who you are."

"Why, don't I feel honored."

"You definitely should." 

"Goodbye, Blaine. Try not to drown this time."

"Hey, I'm not even near the pool now!"

"You can drown in the bathtub." Kurt smirked. God, if this what flirting felt like then it was wonderful.

"Well, then I'll bring my life preserver ring instead. Talk to you later, Kurt." 

"Bye!" Kurt finished, then tossed his phone to the side.

Unfortunately, now Kurt had to go look gorgeous, as if he already wasn't, for the magazine he basically inspired. Then he had to go sit in a chair for an hour and answer some really pointless questions. Kurt wasn't complaining though, he loved the spotlight and loved his fans. He couldn't wait to expand his horizons even farther once he was finished with his hectic upcoming schedule. Kurt was a diva, afterall. 

Now, Kurt thought. Go put on your game-face. Try to forget the most absolutely stunning, cute, adorable, funny, blushing, perfect, and any other positive adjective you can think of, Blaine Anderson. Get your ass out there and show the magazine-entitled world just how amazing you are too. And try not to freak out about Blaine.

Okay, Kurt sighed. You can freak out now. 

Kurt absolutely started to smile widely as he pranced-danced, around his room. Kurt was a teenage girl. In heart, anyway. Kurt giggled loudly to himself as he started humming "Teenage Dream" when he flickered off the light in his hotel room. Time to shine.