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BOOM! I'm pregnant [ovaries_exploding_image]

Eyeliner. Eye. Liner. EYEliner. FUCKIN EYELINER! asgdhjsg agsfhsshhs slhsssfsjshs

Moar, I want MOAR

Will SELL MY ORGANS for the outtakes of this photoshoot

I'll be in my bunk

He is staring into my soul *sobbing* just go on without me

Someday I may stop being attracted to this man. Today is not that day.

lol nope #flies into the sun

This is the story of how I died {dr_who_rose_on_beach_image]

I don't underSTAND. How is it that he keeps getting better looKING? hnnnngggg

WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT? I want to punch myself in the face. that clavicle is the end of me.

Oops, did I just write smut to go with this? Yes, I did. Sorry I'm not sorry

This is the gr9est day of my life. I love everyone in this bar

=^..^=

People's Sexiest Man Alive issue hit the stands and Lynn had a copy delivered to Kurt first thing in the morning. He pulled the magazine out of the envelope and was surprised to see that a small picture of him was featured on the cover. The photo showed just his face, but he could see that it was from the set-up where he had been dressed in the suit. He was kind of glad they picked that photo, since the other set-up had been a little…unusual for him.

It was his first appearance on a magazine cover. He had often joked when he was younger that he was going to be famous someday, but he wasn't sure he had ever really believed it. A successful career, where he could make a living doing what he loved seemed like enough of a long shot. He never thought he would ever be on a magazine cover, no matter how small the photo.

Blaine joined him on the sofa as they leafed through the pages to find the full size photo. Finally they came to the 'Sexiest Body Parts' section that fans had voted on. There on the 2nd page, representing best hair and best eyes, was the photo of Kurt taken while he lounged in the limo.

"Aww. You look so handsome," Blaine noted as he ran a finger across the paper.

"It was a great suit. I should try and get one for my personal collection." Kurt got up and started towards the kitchen to grab some breakfast, not wanting to seem too vain by staring at the photo for too long. Before he got halfway there Blaine called out to him.

"Umm…Kurt? That isn't the only place you're in here." Blaine held up the magazine so that Kurt could see it and there he was, filling an entire page. It was a photo of him from the emo set-up, his arms stretched up, pulling his shirt tight against his chest and shoulders, a little patch of pale skin playing peek-abo at his waistline. With his messy, spiky hair and lined eyes he seemed…different. Mysterious and sexual in a way that Kurt had never once thought of himself. On the opposite page was the title 'Sexiest Newcomer' and the accompanying blurb recapped his short career and the impact he had made with his openness regarding his sexuality.

Kurt could do nothing but gape. Lynn hadn't told him about this additional placement and he was kind of glad she didn't. It had been nerve-racking enough to think of just the small photo in the poll section. He still hadn't wrapped his mind around how he, Kurt Hummel, could be the sexiest anything when his phone buzzed. He looked down at the text message and groaned.

"What?" Blaine asked, handing the magazine over to Kurt.

"My friends have found out about the magazine. I'm doomed. I'll never hear the end of this. I'll be eighty and still getting crap from Puck."

"That's what friends are for," Blaine pointed out, putting his hands on Kurt's shoulders to give them a quick rub. "We should go out and buy a copy of the magazine."

"But…" Kurt held his copy in the air and shook it.

"Come on, don't you want to see it on the newsstand?"

Kurt knew he was going to lose the fight, so he decided to just surrender gracefully. Blaine drove them to a grocery store a few miles from his house (Kurt refused to go to his local market where he normally shopped, it would be just too humiliating), where they snuck in and took some photos of the magazines on the shelf. When they were done Blaine picked up a stack and got in line at the register. Kurt stood silently beside him, embarrassed, yet secretly pleased. They reached the front of the line and the cashier's eyes widened when she saw the stack. Kurt could contain himself no longer. He started laughing and soon Blaine joined in. The cashier looked bewildered at their reaction until she recognized Kurt. She reached over and grabbed another copy of the magazine off the stand and asked Kurt for his autograph, squealing a bit as she did so. The commotion attracted several other people, who also asked for autographs as well as some photos with Kurt. Blaine just stood a few feet away, watching carefully and letting Kurt appreciate the moment.

=^..^=

Kurt had a final week of filming on his movie before he had a break until after Christmas. The production was moving to a location in Victoria, British Columbia, so they were off to the airport bright and early in the morning. Blaine wasn't shocked to find that they were discovered almost immediately by the paparazzi who haunted LAX. Even once they passed through security, leaving the photographers far behind, and were directed to the first class waiting room, he and Kurt kept up the blushing boyfriends pretense, since in the age of phone cameras there was really no place that they could be ensured that someone wasn't recording them.

While they waited to be called for their flight, Kurt took out his phone to answer some emails and Blaine got on his tablet to see what the world's reaction had been to the People photos. He snickered as he brought up his 'good' Tumblr dashboard, still endlessly amused by the creativity of Kurt's legions of fans. Kurt kept glancing over at him each time he laughed until he finally put his phone away with a sigh and wiggled in close to Blaine's side so that he could see the screen also.

"Look Kurt. The sight of you in eyeliner has evidently set off a sex riot of epic proportions."

"Wha…?" Kurt read a few entries and became engrossed, so Blaine handed over the tablet and pulled out his phone. He pulled up his Twitter app and went through some of the searches he had saved that would pull up negative Tweets about Kurt that he wanted to review. On his third search he was surprised to see a large number of Tweets return with extremely negative comments about himself. Evidently there was a contingent of Kurt's fans who felt it was grossly unfair that Blaine had been mentioned in an online article about Kurt's appearance in the Sexiest Man issue and felt that he was just using Kurt for publicity. Their reaction was over-the-top to say the least. He clicked on the link in one of the tweets, which led him to a Tumblr posting with a photo of him and Kurt at the top and several comments below.

I'm sorry, but I just don't like Blaine. He isn't right for Kurt at all imho

What is this crap? Why is that piece of shit even mentioned in this article? He's a NOBODY!

GTFO Blaine

Blaine's only using Kurt to jumpstart his career. We all know it. Expect an announcement any day that he's going to be an actor or something.

Blaine has no charisma, no sex appeal, no personality as far as I can tell. #the sex must be horrible. #I bet he just lays there and lets kurt do all the work

I can't stand those horrible eyebrows. Hasn't he ever heard of waxing?

Ha! He looks like a cro-magnon man #and is probably just as tall too

Please. There are a hundred actors I can think of who'd be better with Kurt. He needs someone as successful and talented as him

I hate blaine with the passion of a thousand suns. #die loser

Ugh everytime I see the two of them together I want to hulk out and just *smash* blaines a horrible user why can't kurt see that?

Can you Blaine haters please stop using my posts to spread your viciousness? Go make your own gifs for this crap.#i just want to live in my happy place okay

Kurt must have noticed the change in his expression, because he leaned over to see what Blaine was reading. "And that's why Lynn has one of her interns go into my Twitter account every morning and block users who send hate. Some get through still, but without it I don't think I'd ever use it. You just have to learn to ignore the bad, but in the instances when it's too much…" He pulled out his own phone again and typed in a quick message.

Hey guys, Blaine never signed up for this fame stuff, so can you take it easy on him?

Almost immediately messages began flooding in asking who was saying bad things about Blaine and offering love and support to him. Kurt smiled wistfully and refreshed the screen over and over to add the new messages that kept coming in. "Behold the horror and the power of Twitter."

"Amazing. Like a little army coming to my defense. You didn't have to do that though, you know. I can take it."

"Yeah, but you shouldn't have to." Kurt handed over Blaine's tablet with a sigh and moved back to his original seat, shoulders bent in defeat.

=^..^=

Blaine stood quietly, trying hard to be unobtrusive, as Kurt finished up his last scene of the day. The crew and actors had gotten used to seeing Blaine at the studio back in L.A., so they had thought nothing of it when Blaine had accompanied Kurt to the location shoot also.

He watched as Kurt did his scene over and over, running out onto the dock to a houseboat at the end. The scene wasn't overly complicated, but external problems kept the director from being happy with what they were getting. In the first shot, a seagull had flown down and landed on a ledge behind Kurt, ruining the continuity with a previous shot. Another time a sea lion had popped his head out of the water just as Kurt had started running and the cries of delight from the small crowd watching (and a few members of the crew) had necessitated starting over.

Finally the director got what he wanted and he called for a small break as they set up for the next scene. Kurt gratefully accepted a bottle of water from a waiting PA and headed over to Blaine.

"Hey Kurt! Great job!" said a man walking past Kurt in the opposite direction.

"Thanks! Good luck on your first shot," Kurt called over his shoulder.

"Was that Robert? Disney Channel guy?" Blaine asked watching as the man nearly skipped over to the set in his excitement.

"Yeah. Turns out a small part was added in the re-writes we got a few weeks ago and I mentioned to the casting director that I knew someone who might be good for it."

Blaine felt like his heart was going to expand right outside of his chest. He didn't think he'd ever been so proud. "You never stop surprising me, do you know that?"

"Well, I hope not. I'd rather wear last year's trends than be predictable," Kurt gave a saucy smile and ran a hand over the shaggy blond wig that his character had been using as a disguise in the last scene. It made him look about 16 years old and Blaine kind of felt like a dirty old man for having the thoughts he was having.

Before he went to the make-up trailer to have the wig removed, Kurt had Blaine take a picture of him and then attached it to a Tweet where he told everyone that it was his new hairstyle and asked for their opinions. He laughed as the replies came in, some trying to be supportive, but most expressing dismay over the loss of his signature locks.

He disappeared into the trailer and emerged a little while later with the wig gone and his normal style back in place. This time he motioned for a PA to snap a picture of both him and Blaine, which he tweeted out with the reassurance that his previous message had just been a joke.

Blaine thought back to the negative responses on Twitter and Tumblr to his being in Kurt's life. They weren't wrong; Kurt did deserve someone great, someone better than Blaine. He'd been thinking a lot about their brief kiss at the premier lately, but knew it shouldn't be repeated. Kurt was destined for great things and Blaine was…not. It was better that they remain friends and part on good terms when his job was done.

As Kurt went to get out of his costume, Blaine watched as the crew started to film another shot, which involved the stars of the movie, a long-married, super-famous couple, who seemed just as in love as they had been years ago when they had first gotten together.

Blaine marveled at their longevity, wondering how they had stayed together for so long. It wasn't that he was afraid of commitment, it was just that he had learned from his relationship with his parents that love wasn't something you could count on and that he never again wanted to be the person who was being left, so he was the one who did the leaving. As soon as the end of the relationship appeared on the horizon he took that as his cue to make a graceful exit. Though he hadn't had many boyfriends he had become surprisingly adept at ending things with no hard feelings. The trick was never forgetting that the end was coming, that nothing lasts forever, and that people always leave. It wasn't hard to remember.

He'd had a lot of practice.

=^..^=

As soon as they got back home from the airport Kurt dropped his bag on the floor and face-planted onto his bed, thankful for the high thread count of his comforter, which was soft and warm against his skin. The flight hadn't been that long, but they had packed a lot of scenes into his three days on set and it had taken a lot out of him. It had been great having Blaine with him, though. Having someone to unwind with, someone who could get him out of his head and keep him from obsessing about the next day's work for long enough to get a good night's sleep, had been wonderful. Of course, he would have sacrificed that sleep if Blaine had been willing to join him in his giant king size bed. Picturing that made Kurt wiggle a little as his pants grew a bit too tight, so he used a tactic he'd picked up from his step-brother (Think of the mail, Kurt. Think of the mail). The image wasn't quite as effective for him as it was for Finn. He'd have to find his own cooling down image if Blaine was going to be with him much longer.

Blaine poked his head in shortly after and laughed at Kurt's awkward position. "You're going to suffocate like that."

"imn oo ire o uffica," Kurt said, his face still buried.

"Umm…once again please?"

Kurt lifted his head up just long enough to enunciate. "I'm too tired to suffocate."

"Somehow I don't think that's possible."

"Tired. So tired." Kurt let his face drop back down and made a loud snoring sound.

"Come on, I'll fix you a quick dinner then tuck you into bed." Blaine tugged on Kurt's hand, finally succeeding in pulling him upright.

They were just finishing up a light dinner when Kurt got a call from Bev. He listened quietly before telling her he'd get back to her later. He ended the call and tossed his phone down on the table violently before stalking off into the living room. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he eventually felt a presence behind him and the rich scent of chocolate tickled his nose. He looked arouind to find Blaine holding up a steaming cup of cocoa. Kurt took the cup and stared down into it, mesmerized by the bobbing mini-marshmallows. Blaine didn't say anything and just settled himself on the sofa unobtrusively, his own cup clutched in his hands.

Finally, Kurt spoke, bitterness dripping from every word. "My old high school wants me to come back and give a talk at an assembly. You know, the whole 'local kid makes good' rah-rah spiel. They only ask that I concentrate on how being involved in the arts there helped me in my career and not on the, and I quote, 'unfortunate incidents that I've alluded to in the press.' That school…they didn't give a crap about me while I was there, while I was getting harassed on a daily basis. And now they want me to come back and talk about how much that school, those people meant to me? How they contributed to my success? The nerve…" Kurt broke off, his voice cracking. "To most people there I was either something to be ignored or brought down a peg or two whenever they were feeling bored. I don't think I went a single week at that school without some violence directed towards me."

Blaine faced Kurt and folded a leg up under him, leaning back with an arm over the back of the sofa. "But you had friends there. I've heard you talk about them."

"I was friends with most of the glee kids, but they were a pretty incestuous group dating-wise and for obvious reasons I was left out of that, so I kind of got forgotten there too. The school dances, the romantic love songs, they all went on without me. I know it's stupid, but it's amazing how much that stuff still stings. In some ways it's worse than the memories of the locker slams and the threats."

"The people we love can hurt us worse than any stranger ever could."

Kurt realized how deep and personal the conversation was getting and tried to redirect the conversation by forcing a laugh. "I don't know about that. Have you ever played dodge-ball? You don't soon forget the pain caused by those bad boys."

Blaine refused to let him make light of the subject. "I'm not saying you should go, because you're the only one that can make that decision, but if you do go, you should talk about what you want to talk about. Don't let them dictate to you what your story is. I bet there are kids at that school right now that are in the same place that you were, who would really benefit from seeing that there is life after high school, that there are better times ahead. And maybe hearing your story would wake those teachers up and make them see how their refusal to act is so damaging."

"I just…I don't think I can go back in that building. I wish I could, because I really don't want a show choir national championship team photo in the trophy case to be the only proof that I was there, but…"

"You do what's right for you, Kurt. No one who knows you is ever going to judge you for it."

"It's not the people who know me that I'm worried about."