Chapter 1: The Small Town Wildcard.

"White boy you are NOT going to believe this!" Mercedes began excitedly after Kurt had just pressed the 'answer call' button. She'd texted him first and said that she had major news that she had to tell him and to answer his phone as soon as she called.
"Look, unless there is a strange price crash on all Alexander McQueen items then I don't know what could be so-"
"Blaine Anderson." Mercedes had interrupted and Kurt fell silent.
"You better not be playing with me. You know how much I admire his talent."
The girl scoffed unattractively then giggled slightly at how irritated this was making Kurt. She knew that they both shared a mutual love for Blaine, his music, his hair and his abs. Kurt was just too much of a prude to admit the last one. She knew deep down that Kurt wasn't as innocent as he made himself out to be; she'd heard his little rant about how hot Orlando Bloom was one summer when they had a pirate marathon.
"Anyway, his management wants to do one last date in a small town rather than the big venues and they added a ton of little places into the running. Including Lima." She continued and waited for Kurt's small asthma attack to subside. He really did love Blaine Anderson, he was one of the many artists that he thought had retained a connection to their music and the things he sang about sounded like actual memories.
"I was thinking you could ask everyone to vote for Lima on his page. The town with the highest number of votes by this Saturday gets the gig. Don't try denying it anymore Kurt. I know that you're FashionBroadwayStar. You left your laptop open once when I came over and I happened to see you editing one of the newer posts." She explained and was met with an uncharacteristic curse from the countertenor who then sighed in defeat.
"Yes it's me. But you can't tell ANYONE. I'll ask the few people who read what I have to say to vote but I doubt it'll be many."
"Yeah, more like the thousands. Anyway. Talk to you later boo. That's all I wanted to say anyway so I can let you get back to dreaming about what would happen if Blaine 'hottie' Anderson came to our one cow town." She hung up and Kurt immediately grabbed his laptop, logging onto his blog and taking his time to formulate the post, making sure it didn't reveal too much and also making sure it didn't sound like he was begging.

You read correctly my fashionistas… Blaine Anderson's having a small town voting system to see where his last tour date will be and LIMA has been entered into the running. I'd really like it if you could take your time to vote for Lima on his Facebook page. The votes aren't revealed until the winner is. Here's hoping we get it. I suppose this is revealing more about me than I usually would but this is just TOO exciting not to share. Stay stylish. FashionBroadwayStar xox

Kurt closed his laptop when he'd finished posting his latest piece of news on his covert fashion blog. He'd never really thought anything would come of it when he posted a few general fashion and beauty tips he'd picked up and he himself didn't want to forget; and if someone else got pleasure from these tips then who was he to deny the world his secrets? He couldn't believe that his blog now had over 100,000 regular readers, including some influential magazines that emailed him begging him to reveal his identity so they could write a feature on him. He'd politely declined and said that he may reveal his identity if it meant that other design schools might be interested in him, he didn't really like the idea of being a celebrity; hence why he didn't include his name to begin with.

The fashionista decided to grab his sweats (fashionable ones of course) and go for a jog. He liked to keep in shape so he could actually still fit into his designer wardrobe. He might have also been exercising so he could look good for a certain musician who might be coming to his little crappy town. He pushed his earphones in and pressed play on his iPod and set off towards the river, completely immersed in his own world as he listened to no other than Blaine Anderson. Suddenly while he stopped for a small break on a nearby bench something hit him. He needed to work out what he was going to wear if they did win. He had a sneaking suspicion that they might, purely because of the attention that his blog had been getting through magazines and tabloids trying to guess who he was and where he lived; well they knew that last bit now so there might be a lull while they checked out Lima for fashion conscious college students.

The four days while the voting was taking place was the most tense for Kurt. It was summer break and he was working at his Dad's garage meaning he hadn't really had time to check his blog for any new replies. To his surprise when he finally got around to it he had 956 new replies on his latest post and scanning through them he saw most were saying they'd voted for Lima and spread the word to their friends. There was also a very worrying comment from his 'rival blogger' FashionDiva94: Hey there. I see you're campaigning for MY favorite musician to come to Lima of all places. He's also got Princeton on the list and my followers are also doing they can to win this. Me against you. We both know who's going to win. Laura xox. It was times like this that Kurt knew he was gay. Girls could be so hateful when they wanted to be. Her blog was tacky anyway. It wasn't like he'd begged for votes like she had been. He had a few more thousand followers on his blog so he hoped that this would make the difference. Some tabloids had also speculated whether both his and Laura's love for fashion blogging would bring them together, possibly in a romantic way. He'd laughed the hardest at that one. He didn't say he was gay on his blog but his love for restyling women's clothes to suit his own look might give it away slightly.

Kurt got home from his dad's garage and raced upstairs, logging on to his laptop and searching for Blaine's page for the countdown of the town reveal. He thought he was going to miss it when Brit came in at the last minute and said she'd locked her keys in her car and she needed him to walk to hers and help her retrieve them. It turned out that she hadn't locked them in, she just thought she had. He scowled at her before bursting into fits of giggles as he made his way to his navigator and went home. There was still 20 minutes until they announced the winner and Kurt decided to make a last ditch attempt to clinch it. They announce the winner in just under half an hour, lets see if we can't win this thing okay? If we win I'll give you a letter from my first name but the catch is it could be any letter from it ;) Fashion BroadwayStar xox. He hit post and went to brush his teeth and inspect his skin for imperfections, taking the time to read his messages on youtube and the blog's Facebook page. People really did seem to be getting fond of his little internet tips.

Kurt sat close to his laptop screen, refreshing the page constantly as he watched the numbers count down from 30 seconds. Approximately 20 seconds after the result was posted Lady Gaga's 'Speechless' rang out into his room and he answered, holding the phone away from his face as Mercedes screamed and he tried to make sense of what she was saying/shrieking.
"We like won Kurtie. Your followers are the best. Laura can so stick it and enjoy her lonely evening while Blaine sings for us." She said and Kurt could hardly respond through the shock that Blaine thehottestartistaround was coming to play in Lima AND they would be offering a small number of VIP tickets that he had to have.
"'Cedes we need to get two VIP tickets now. Beg, whine, scream do whatever it takes to get that ticket. Converse with parents now and call back in a half hour. Good luck." He said and hung up the call, suddenly feeling a bit like a spy as he ran up the stairs as quickly as he could and found Finn and his Dad watching football in the front room, both fully engaged in the action.

Kurt bounced between his feet as he waited impatiently for something boring to happen – well more boring – which meant he could talk without being yelled at. Burt noticed him standing there about 10 minutes after he'd arrived in a hurry and eventually he dragged his eyes from the screen to focus on his son briefly, a little worried that Kurt was excited about something. The last something had been some fall collection for some designer and it's set him back $400 for one coat.
"Dad. Blaine Anderson is playing a gig here. In Lima. VIP tickets are on sale right now but I need to borrow $40 and I'll work it off at the shop. I promise I will. I just HAVE to go." He spoke quickly then batted his eyelashes and matched his expression to that of a puppy.
"Kurt I'm not sure" his father began before Finn piped up and interrupted.
"Burt it's a pretty big deal. Nearly all of Lima will be there. They only won because of this FashionBroadwayStar person that Rachel practically stalks on Blogspot. I think you'd like him Kurt." Burt sighed and chewed his lip, the way he did when he was thinking about something before he smiled slightly. What harm could come to him if his friends were there too?
"Thanks Dad." Kurt said and captured him in a bone crushing hug before smiling gratefully at Finn and disappeared to his basement bedroom. He raced over to his phone and pressed speed dial 1 and waited for Mercedes to answer.
"We are go." He said and giggled as she confirmed that she was then booking her ticket, as was he. They talked for a little while after booking them but it was mainly about what they would wear and what songs they hoped he'd play. He checked back onto his blog and smirked as he saw the title of Laura's latest post: Failure sucks. He couldn't help but rub it in her face; he had to thank his readers after all.

Thank you everyone who voted for Lima because we got it. We got Blaine Anderson. (and we beat Laura, but we mustn't dwell on that haha!)I'd be more than welcome for you guys to suggest an outfit that I should wear when I meet him (did I mention I got a VIP ticket?) and if you guys have any questions for him. The letter from my name is a T. good luck with that one. Stay stylish. FashionBroadwayStar xox