McKinley’s crowded hallways were always dangerous, and today they were especially bad. Kids ran up and down the corridors, slamming lockers and chasing each other out into the late spring afternoon. It was the last day of classes after all, and everyone was anxious to start the break.

Blaine Anderson was just as excited, but he was not one of the students dodging the crowds. He was at his locker, haphazardly throwing the last of his supplies into his satchel. The sooner he finished here, the sooner he got home; and the sooner he got home, the faster he and Rachel could start off on their road trip. They had gotten permission from both sets of parents to travel to New York for the first month of break, and they were both beyond ready to get there. Rachel wanted to sit rush for every musical they could, but Blaine had only one goal:

Kurt Hummel was doing a concert at Madison Square Gardens, and Blaine was going to get in if it was the last thing he did.

He was pretty sure Rachel knew the real reason he finally agreed to the trip; she was the closest thing he had to a best friend in Lima, after all. Getting to finally see Kurt in concert was going to be the best moment of his life. Kurt’s music was amazing, and the videos were some of the most heavily talked about on the internet.  It also didn’t hurt that Kurt was beautiful. Nobody quite knew what to make of Kurt; one minute he was this adorable boy walking the red carpet with his frazzled-looking, red-headed publicist, the next he was onstage oozing sex. Blaine just wanted to see him in person once. That was all. And this was Blaine’s time. He could feel it.

Blaine looked at his locker door and sighed wistfully at the picture on it. Kurt, wrapped in a trench coat and looking absolutely fabulous, was Blaine’s main decoration, along with “Courage” that Blaine had pieced together from ads Kurt had posed for. It was the last thing Blaine took down every semester, because it was his reminder to hang on. Things had to get better; they had for Kurt, after all.

Putting it mildly, Blaine had a bit of a crush on one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Which was fine. If there was one thing Blaine was, it was perfectly comfortable with being gay. He could handle the looks, the name calling, and the slushy’s. Because there were people like Kurt, with his higher voice and off-the-wall fashion choices and raging success, Blaine knew he was going to be okay.

“Blaine? Blaine!” Blaine snapped out of his trance, looking over his shoulder at one very impatient Rachel Berry.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for almost a minute! Are you ready to go?” she asked.

“Just a second. I’ve just got to take down this last thing…”

“Well hurry! New York is calling!”

Blaine rolled his eyes and fished his keys out of his pocket.

“Since you’re so impatient, here. You can go start the wagon or something.”

Rachel huffed good-naturedly as she took the keys and watched him pull down the picture and stick it carefully in a folder.

“I still don’t know what you see in that picture.” she said appraisingly, and Blaine bristled. Was she about to start in on Kurt again? Because he’d have to show her—

His phone went off in his pocket, distracting him. A message from twitter; could it be?

@KurtElizabeth: Wow! Thanks so much for all the wishes, you guys! It’s been great so far. And now, for the BDay SURPRISE I promised :) twitpic.com/522319…

Blaine must have been grinning like an idiot, because Rachel rolled her eyes and jangled the keys.

“Let me guess: Kurt.”

Blaine merely nodded, eyes glued to his screen as the picture loaded. It was Kurt, of course, but he was wearing some kind of period costume from the 1900s. And holding a bat. And he was dirty. And rugged looking. Blaine didn’t know Kurt could look that serious, but there he was, all sex and unf wrapped up and sitting on top of a title: “Quarter Past”.

This was a movie poster. Kurt had actually filmed a movie. Kurt Hummel was going to be in a movie and Blaine hadn’t seen anything other than rumors online, how was that possible?

Another tweet appeared just as quickly as the first, sending Blaine into a spiral: @KurtElizabeth: It’s a little different than what I imagined for my first time out… but maybe there’s something else in the works? ;)

Blaine’s thoughts kicked into overdrive. What was Kurt talking about? When was the last time anyone had actually seen Kurt out and about? There were constant talks of his tour being in the final stages of production, and leaked versions of his new single all over the internet, but Blaine hadn’t seen any recent photos of Kurt for several weeks. How did anyone as famous as Kurt manage to film an entire movie without their fans seeing one still?

“Maybe I just missed it on my dash,” Blaine muttered to himself, hastily tapping out a tweet of his own (@oh_blainers: God Bless @KurtElizabeth is going to kill me i’m SO EXCITED FOR THIS ALREADY.) before slamming his locker shut. Rachel followed him as he headed for the main doors, taking his phone as he shoved it in her face.

“I mean, I would have seen something, you know? He’s just been so quiet lately; nobody can get a good idea of where he is. Who even gave him the right? I can’t be surprised by this kind of thing, I can’t handle it…”

“Blaine, this is getting ridiculous.” Rachel was nosing through his twitter feed. “You mentioned him in a tweet again?”

“Yes, again, Rachel. One of these days he’s going to notice me. He will.”

“You can’t know that. Blaine, you’re getting obsessed. He’s a celebrity; he’ll probably never even know you exist. If he replied to you, he’d forget as soon as he hit his send button.”

Blaine took his phone and keys back as they neared his car. Glancing at the picture through the outdoor glare, he opened the doors and set his satchel in the backseat. Sighing, he settled into the driver’s seat and propped his head on the steering wheel.

“But…he’s just so perfect.” He moaned.

Rachel hummed sympathetically before reaching over and starting the engine.

“I know he is, Blaine. Now, let’s go get our things so we can go to New York and forget all about the perfect man and his movie.”

She was teasing him, Blaine knew, so he decided to play along.

“And his birthday,” Blaine sighed, sitting up and putting the car into reverse. “And his eyes, and his singing, and his talent, and his everything.”

Blaine knew Rachel hated it when he went on and on about Kurt, but Kurt Elizabeth Hummel was Blaine’s favorite person, hands down.

And Blaine would do whatever it took to meet him once they got to New York.