Blaine entered his dressing room after a long, tiring concert of two encores, putting his schedule behind. His manager, Kurt, sat waiting for him on the brown leather couch in his room.

"Uh, Kurt?" Blaine questioned. Kurt stood up, his clip board sat against his right hip.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt asked, placing his reading glasses on his face.

"What are you doing in my room? You shouldn't be in here after a concert." Blaine said as he grabbed a cold bottle of water out of the cooler placed at the end of the snack table.

"I understand Mr. Anderson but I wanted to tell you that I booked you an interview with Ellen Degeneres after your last concert tomorrow night." Kurt said as he walked to the door. Blaine threw his head back and groaned as he twisted the cap off his bottle.

"When after?" He asked as he brought the bottle up to his lips.

"Just be happy you get a day to sleep in after your world tour is over." Kurt smiled as he stepped out of Blaine's dressing room. Blaine kicked the door shut and threw his guitar off his shoulder laying it on the couch where Kurt sat at just minutes before. He loved the spotlight but some days wished he could have some time to his self. I guess you don't get that when your a twenty-one year old superstar with three released albums already on shelf. And he can thank his wonderful manager, Kurt.

Blaine quickly pulled himself out of the clothes he was currently wearing and into something a little more comfortable. He put his guitar back into it's case then left the room.

"Finally!" Kurt exclaimed from across the hall where he patiently waited for His client to return from his dressing room, "We're running way behind schedule so we need to load things on the bus and fly into Dublin by morning." Kurt said as he began walking down the hall with Blaine following behind.

"Yes, I need to grab my keyboard before I go." Blaine said as he began to turn off to the stage. Kurt turned after him and stopped him halfway down the hall.

"Don't worry, I already ordered a crew member to do that for you. It's waiting on the bus." Blaine sighed and fixed his guitar case in his hand.

"Sometimes I wouldn't know what I would do without you." Blaine smiled.

"You wouldn't be as famous as you are now. And if you were, you would be going insane." Kurt chuckled as he began heading back out to the bus.

Blaine stepped out of the backstage only to be crowded by screaming girls and paparazzi. Two bodyguards joined his side with Kurt still only a few inches away in front of him, pushing his way through the massive crowd trying to get to the tour bus waiting at the end.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Oh hello honey! Hi! Yes, nice meeting you two!" Blaine yelled as he pushed through the large crowd trying to keep up with Kurt.

Blaine huffed out a sigh of relief as he took a seat on the couch across from Kurt who sat on one of the bench seats in the bus.

"Tough crowd." Kurt smiled up at Blaine as he checked his phone.

"I think one of the toughest. The UK is one place where you can find a Blaine Anderson fan every corner you turn." Blaine said as he pulled out his guitar and began strumming a few chords on it.

"Well at least you know your loved." Kurt chuckled.

"Yeah, I already knew that." Blaine said as he turned to look out the window, "Tomorrow night will be one good night for Blaine Anderson. He's happy that this tour is almost over." Blaine said as he watched the streetlights pass him by.