Blaine Anderson gripped his iced coffee tightly in his grasp, jumping into the booksigning line around 3:40PM. The trip from Philadelphia was a good three hours, since he managed to get lost on the expressway quite a few times. On the occassion, GPS systems weren't the best technological advancement ever. Blaine was here by himself, standing in line with the plastic "Bookends" bag in his left hand, his right hand filled with the coffee. There was already about 100 or 200 so people lined up, and he still had about 3 hours left to go. Blaine figured he could bear it, seeing Mr.Hummel would be worth the agonizing leg pain. He kept his self phone stored in his capri pockets, conserving the power on it for the ride home or when it got really dark out. The sun was beating on his head, his dark curls not offering too much protection. Blaine rarely experienced sunburn, so he didn't even bother with slapping some sunscreen on. The temperature was around 104 degrees fahrenheit, but Blaine positively enjoyed the heat. Living in Pennsylvania, he was used to the constant weather changes on the Atlantic Coast. This summer was increasingly hot, the temperature increasing every day.

A pair of two women walked up behind him, the first people to hop in line after him. Blaine smiled at them, and took a sip of his coffee. Most people in the line, which was a huge group of mostly teenage girls, were lounging in lawn chairs and reading the book. He took a quick glance when he got the chance after the purchase, but didn't really think to start reading today. He had plans to actually look at the book after Blaine touched it. The reality of Kurt actually about to wander into Blaine's prescence shot through his spine. It was all like a huge fantasy skit, sort of reminding Blaine of the children's book that was based on fairytales. This was his first chance to ever see Kurt Hummel in person, and his stomach began to flutter with annoying butterflies. His idol, his life was going to be looking at Blaine in a few hours. The thought was so surreal, so amazing and so perfect. Blaine could not be happier.

"So you here for a daughter or something?" One of the ladies behind Blaine asked, smiling beneath her dark sunglasses.

He laughed loudly, earning a head tilt from the lady with curly hair. "No, actually. I'm here for myself," Blaine smiled, pointing his hands to himself. "Huge Hummel fan."

The curly-haired woman laughed, smiling back at Blaine. "Yeah, me too. I dragged my girlfriend here."

"Oh, that's exciting. So, do you guys watch Glee, or..?" Blaine questioned, turning his body around to the ladies.

"Adore the show. How about you?" She asked, sitting down in her lawn chair on the concrete.

"Oh, definitely. Though the show is really getting on my nerves now, I only watch it for Kurt." Her face lit up at the mention of his favorite actors' name.

"Gosh, Kurt's perfect isn't he?" She prompted, her girlfriend rolling her eyes.

"He's amaaazing." Blaine announced."Best character on the show!"

"I just hate how they made him so flambouyant. As a gay woman myself, it's really irritating."

"How do you think I feel, as a gay man?" laine laughed, waiting for any sort of critcism. The ladies both just smiled, nodding in agreement. "Kurt doesn't seem nearly as out about his sexuality. He keeps the relationship stuff really quiet."

"He does, but with his stardom I guess he just has to keep it under-wraps. Not everybody is so accepting these days and all that." She sighed, taking out her iPhone and starting to text someone.

"Yeah, oh well. I just wish him the best." He nodded, taking his copy of the book out of the plastic bag. He wanted to save his leg-standing stamina for later, so he placed the bag on the floor. The pavement was scortching hot, and it looked like they wouldn't be moving for a little while. Sitting down on the pavement, he finally took a longing glance at the book. Of course he had seen tons of photos of the cover on tumblr, but there was something different about seeing it for yourself in person. The book was fairly thick for a children's novel, but Blaine's strong upper body strength made it simple to hold.

Opening the cover, he ran his calloused fingers over the imprinted cover, the raised print giving his goosebumps. Blaine had been waiting for this moment since the news of the book was released, it was extraordinary. He got to the first real page of the book, that was a dedication to Kurt's grandmother for being his first editor and all that. The text sent a warm, gooey feeling to Blaine's heart. The simple words showed the Kurt was actually a person, with a family, a heart and a soul. He wasn't just a pretty face with an amazing voice and a passion for being on-screen, among other things, he was a genuine person inside. Sometimes, after getting caught up on the hype about a celebrity, you forget that they are a human, too. They eat food, they sleep, they dream, they fornicate, they do everything that normal people do. When the realization of those facts really hit Blaine, the anxiety of meeting his favorite person in the World swelled down.

After reading the initial Prologue, he was ecstatic to finish the story. The brief preview left you craving more, what it's supposed to do. Anxiously diving into the first chapter, Blaine was gone. He was absorbing every single word that was printed on the soft paper, learning more about fairytales than he had since he was a young boy. The story pushed hm back in time, recollecting his innocence and sense of adventure when he was young. Blaine was so invested in the text of the story, that the women behind him had to nudge him roughly on the shoulder to alert him awake.

"Huh?" He asked, glancing around nervously to see the group of people shuffling in the line. They were moving ahead, for some reason. "Is he here?" Confused, Blaine checked his watch. It was about just hitting 5 now, so maybe Kurt was early.

"Hell no, they're just pushing the people who had been stranded out here into the store. We'll be closer." She said, picking up her chairs and moving forward behind Blaine.

"Do you think he'll be early?"

"Don't think so, he had like 4 talkshows in New York today. The kid's gotta get some rest," When the line came to a stop, she once again plopped her chair behind Blaine. Her girlfriend took a turn in the seat, her standing up and making eye contact with him.

"Plus the traffic in New York is insane..." Blaine mentioned, sitting back down on the ground, careful not to dirty his capris. The ground was slightly cooler than earlier, seeing as the powerful sun was getting ready to set soon. One of the ladies went to purchase something to drink from the nearby Rite-Aid, before they ran out of supplies. The normally small town was swarming with people for the booksigning, and with the incredible heat people were becoming dehydrated. Thankfully, Blaine had packed an entire backpack with necessities just in case. He offered them an extra water bottle, but they politely declined.

He opened the book once again, and stared at the title page before continuing. In just a few hours, Kurt would be touching this page. He would be scribbling down his signature, and that made Blaine so happy. Turning the next few pages until he got to the place he left off, Blaine situated himself again on the ground to prepare for the wait.

So concentrated on his reading, he barely noticed when the police showed up at the signing. Blaine immediately freaked out, thinking that Kurt was already here. It was about 6:30 now, and the signing was in about 30 minutes.

When the police car blocked the entrance, Blaine knew that this dream was now alternating into a reality. The flashing lights clicked on, but there were no sirens screaming loudly. Out of random, a couple of photographers came onto the lot. They were asking groups of people to hold their copy of the book up, smile and pose with others. One of them walked up to Blaine, and asked his "handsome" face to pose with the book. He did as he was told, flashing a toothy smile. The photographer thanked him and told him to be ready to be on the internet. Blaine looked confused, and then all color on his face disintegrated into a white pallor when he realized they were going to be on tumblr. Or magazines. Or worse, the television. One of the lesbian women behind him laughed, and patted him on the shoulder. He shrugged as a reply, and stood back in line quietly.

Eventually, a sleek, black Escalade pulled into the back lot of the store. Since the line had moved slightly up, Blaine was now in perfect view of the entrance. He waved enthusiastically as Kurt stepped out of the car, smiling back. He made quick eye contact with Blaine and waved quicjly before being shoved into the building, and Blaine almost died. When the Kurt-lover behind him returned, she demanded details.

"Oh my god, he waved to me. Like, actually looked in my eyes." Blaine spazzed, bouncing happily in his place in line.

"That's amazing!" She smiled, taking a quick picture of the now abandoned car.

"Oh my gosh, we're moving again." Blaine said after a few moments, grabbing is backpack tighter on his shoulders, before pulling out his professional camera. Blaine had spent a good $600 dollars on this baby, and he was going to put it to some damn good use. Once Blaine got to the front of the line around 7:45, they cut the rest of the line off right behind him. He waved goodbye to the two women that were behind him in line, and they replied with a smile and a thumbs up. The security claimed that Kurt was going to take a short break, so that's why he was the last one to go inside for now. Blaine walked the short path to the front of the store, got his ticket checked, and walked down the stairs to the booksigning room. When he got down there, Mr. Hummel was busy signing books quickly and then glanced quickly back up to Blaine as he walked down the staircase. Blaine internally freaked out for mutiple reasons. One, he was in the same room as Kurt-fucking-Hummel. Two, Kurt Hummel actually acknowledged him twice before he even got to speak to him. Three, Kurt Hummel and him would be completely alone except for his people after he got his book signed.

Blaine quickly jumped into the decreasing line, snapping photos all the way. A lot of his shots turned out great, and he could not wait to see them. When he got closer, he switched over to his cell phone to snap a quick photo. Smiling contently, he put the camera back around his neck and slid his phone into his pocket. He handed his copy of the book to the woman he quickly pushed his book towards Kurt. Blaine's heart was racing, his pulse was beating at a million times a second.

"Hi!" Kurt said, looking up into Blaine's hazel eyes. Blaine almost melted into the carpet right then and then.

"Hello! How are you?" Blaine asked politely.

"I'm great, how about yourself?" Kurt smiled again. It seemed like he was taking a bit longer than he did with everybody else. He hadn't even glanced at the novel that was open in front of him.

"I'm perfect. Honestly, Kurt. You have no idea how much of an inspiration you are to me. You're absolutely flawless, and perfect, and you really don't know how much we all appreciate you. You're our life-line, our religion." Blaine smiled, sweat beading on his forehead. He knew he sounded like a complete fangirl, but Kurt seemed used to the gesture.

"Aw, that's so sweet, thank you! You're not too bad yourself!" Kurt smirked, glancing down at the book and positioning his hand over the text. "What's your name?" He whispered to Blaine.

"Blaine, Blaine Anderson." He replied, smiling widely as he watched his idol scribble down his name. "Can I get a quick picture with you? I know they said that n-nobody could, but I'm the last one, and..." He trailed off, quickly reaching for his camera.

"Oh, of course, sweetheart." Kurt stood up and walked out behind the booth. The bodyguard immediately followed behind him, staying as close to Kurt as he could. Both of his, what Blaine had assumed was his publicist and or managers, looked incredibly confused. Blaine just shrugged it off and asked one of the people near them to snap a photo.

"Oh wow, you're taller than I expected." Blaine said, wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist as he turned for the photo.

"You're a lot shorter than I expected." Kurt smiled, and then placed his arm across Blaine's shoulder. He smiled into the camera, and a few shots were taken.

"Thank you so much!" Blaine sighed as he got ready to leave so soon, grabbing his photo and smiling again at Kurt. Kurt surprisingly gave him a quick hug, and rubbed his back soothingly.

"Trust me, thank you for being a fan!" Kurt replied, pulling away slowly. "Unfortunately, I think I should go relax my hand before I get a cramp." He began walking away.

"Oh, wait! I have this um, this note for you." Blaine said awkwardly, handing over a tiny envelope. "I know you might not have time, but please read it when you can?"

"I'll do it on my break." Kurt smiled, and took the envelope happily. He disappeared into the backroom, leaving the curly-haired fanboy without another word.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God." Blaine screamed silently, internally flailing. He ran up the stairs, clutching his book tightly. A group of girls at the front of the line called him over, asking him about ever-popular Kurt Hummel.

"How was he!? What did he say!?" One of them asked, bouncing happily behind the caution tape.

"Oh my gosh, he's even more beautiful in person. He was so sweet. I was the last in line so we actually had a conversation. I got a photo and everything. Have fun guys!" Blaine said, walking toward his car. He really hoped that Mr. Hummel would actually take a look at the letter, it was everything Blaine needed to say. Also, it contained his e-mail address, in hopes that Kurt might reply. He unlocked his door, and shoved everything into the passenger seat. He opened his book and smiled widely at the autograph:

"To the ever handsome Blaine Anderson, may all your dreams come true. Love, Kurt Hummel."

Well this was something he was sure to put on tumblr. Kurt's name was scribbed with just a capital K in cursive and a tiny line, and his last name was just a H with a line across it. There was also a smiley face.

The entire trip was completely worth everything.