"Cut! That's a wrap for the week. Now get off my set you big babies."

"Sue! You can't talk to kids like that! Great job everyone! Don't forget to drop off your props and pick up your scripts for next week!"

Will Schuester clapped loudly, a few crew members joining in softly. The kids and adults left the soundstage, most of the kids forming a small group and talking loudly. All except Kurt Hummel. He walked off the set with his head held high, ignoring all the loud immature kids around him. He collected his props he was responsible for and looked around as he heard the kids all start laughing loudly. Kurt rolled his eyes when they landed on a small, curly haired kid.

Blaine Anderson.

Kurt hated him, but he was the only one who did. The writers and their producers all fawned over him. All the kids were dying to be his best friend, even the older ones. Kurt thought he was stupid and couldn't even sing all that well. Kurt knew he was better, but he was hardly ever given solos. His voice was too high and his face to girly. But he was only eleven and hadn't hit puberty yet, there was plenty of time for his voice to drop and his features to change. The writers never took that into consideration. They just liked Blaine because all the girls had crushes on him. Kurt didn't even think he was cute. Kurt thought everything about him was stupid. He had stupid hair, and a stupid smile, plus he was short. They were the same age and Kurt was way taller than him. Then he heard Blaine call out loudly;

"M-I-C-"

Then all the kids responded with a, "K-E-Y-" then everyone joined in for the, "M-O-U-S-E!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, as if they didn't sing that song enough already. He grabbed his bag that had his school books in it, then left the stage. He was a few steps outside when he heard someone calling his name. He sped up, knowing that stupid voice anywhere.

"Kurt! Hey Kurt! Wait up!"

Kurt groaned and slowed up, knowing Blaine would catch him eventually. The kid was like a lost puppy, begging for attention. Kurt saw Blaine come into his periphery, but didn't give the boy his full attention. "Hey Kurt! I just wanted to say you did great today! You're a really good actor!"

Kurt stuck his head up higher. "I know." It was true, he was excellent. Yet, he rarely got to be the main character in scenes, except today.

Blaine smiled wider and followed along with Kurt. "I hope we get more scenes together! I can't wait to see what the script is for next week, plus we have the live show! Aren't you excited? I hope we get good songs! Don't get me wrong, I love doing the skits, but singing is my favorite. It's so fun, don't cha think?"

Kurt glared ahead, still not looking at Blaine and not wanting to either. "I wouldn't really know. I've only had two solos at the live show."

"You get lines all the time! My favorite was the one you did with Rachel and Santana! You guys sounded great together!"

"Yeah, I only ever get lines and I'm always with the girls. You know exactly what's going to be in the script anyways. More family friendly skits about being nice to your peers and parents. Then, you and the boys will get the big number at the live show. Just like every show."

Blaine seemed confused for a moment. "Me and the boys? Kurt, you're a boy."

Kurt rolled his eyes again. "I'm aware, but the writers fail to notice. And yes, you and the boys. You, Finn, Mike, Jesse, Noah. The boys that will make all the little girls go koo-koo. Then they'll send Rachel or Mercedes out to impress the parents. The end."

"Well, Mercedes is leaving soon. She's going off to college. Jesse too! Well, I heard him talking to Mr. Will about leaving the Disney Company for forever because he had some other role coming up. Santana said that that meant like that he was going to do something like naughty. Like naked," he had whispered the word then looked around before rambling on again, "But then I said it probably meant he had to like, swear or something since we're not allowed to swear at all here."

Kurt wished he could get rid of this stupid kid. Seriously, lost puppy. "Jesse can swear all we wants since he's a teenager. We aren't allowed to swear because we're still kids. And I heard he booked a show with Nickelodeon, so obviously he can't work for Disney and their competitor at the same time."

Blaine seemed to think for a moment. "Oh. You're smart Kurt. Hey! What are you doing this weekend? Me and some of the kids were gonna see if our parents will let us go to Disney World! I think I finally am tall enough to ride on some of the roller coasters! Have you been on a roller coaster? They're so fun! I usually have to ride with my brother or my mom, but I'll finally get to ride on my own! So, do you think you parents would let you come? It will be fun!"

Kurt shook his head. "My dad. And no. I have plans." Him and Burt always spent weekends together, alone. Kurt was always so busy during the week between filming for the Mickey Mouse Club, and doing his independent studies that they didn't get to spend too much time together. They cherised their time since Kurt's mom passed away a few years before. Weekends were theirs and he wouldn't let some stupid boy interfere with that.

Blaine looked disheartened for a moment, but his dumb smile returned almost immediately. "Well, that's okay! Maybe next time. I gotta split though, my brother is picking me up on his lunch break. He's a real Hollywood actor! That's so cool isn't it! He said he'd teach me everything he knows someday, but that I have to 'pay my dudes', whatever that means."

Kurt thought Blaine was the stupidest boy alive. After Kurt said nothing in response, Blaine shrugged, still smiling. "Well. See you next week Kurt! Have a good weekend!" He gave an excited wave and ran off ahead of Kurt, towards their main office. Kurt shook his head after the silly boy, glad he was mature for his age. He climbed the steps of the props trailer and knocked once before entering. He smiled at the red-head sitting at a meticulously clean desk.

"Hi Miss Emma. Here's my props."

Miss Emma smiled and gestured for Kurt to set the prop backpack in a little box off to the side. Kurt knew she didn't like touching anything without sanitizing it first. "Thank you Kurt! I must say, you're always so prompt bringing your things back. I think it was a good idea for Mr. Will to let you all be in charge of your stuff, shows you how to be responsible. But you've never had a problem have you?"

Kurt smiled a little, he liked Miss Emma, she was always so nice and clean. "I'm very mature for my age."

Emma laughed a little the nodded to the door. "I'm sure you wanna get out of here. See you next week Kurt! Tell your dad hi for me!" Kurt said he would and left the trailer, knowing the other kids would be coming along soon. It's not that he didn't like the other kids, he was just...different from everybody else. He would miss Mercedes when she left, she always called Kurt her 'little boo' and was always really nice to him.

Kurt did have one friend on the show with him. His best friend, Brittany. She was a happy girl that always wore her blonde hair in curled pigtails. Kurt liked her because she didn't mind playing tea party with him when they were younger, and never made fun of him for his pink bike. He didn't exactly want the pink bike, but it was either pink or bright orange, and he did not look good with bright orange. He also liked Brittany because her imagination was the best, she could always think up some strange character for them to play as, and Kurt loved the chance to get to act in anyway he could.

But ever since Santana joined the show a few months ago, the two girls were inseperable, leaving Kurt on his own. He didn't really mind. He knew he shouldn't get too close to anyone so when it was his time to leave, it would be easier to say goodbye. He had a plan. Stay in The Club for another year or so, take a step back from being in the spotlight and finish high school, then he was going to be a star on Broadway.

It was a pretty simple plan, assuming he actually managed to survive high school. Kurt hasn't been to a real school in two years, not since he decided to join the show. He always knew he wanted to be famous, so why not start as early as he could? Burt knew his late wife would have wanted Kurt to do whatever it took to make him happy, so there wasn't really a way for Burt to deny his son. So, they packed their bags for Florida and have been here ever since. Burt was able to open a garage, and had pretty good business, especially during the tourism season. They were as happy as they could be.

Kurt smiled as he got closer to the main office, seeing his dad standing outside. He picked up his pace a little when his father saw him approaching. No matter how bad a day Kurt had, seeing his dad always made him smile. "Hi dad!"

Burt hugged his son, soaking up the affection before Kurt got 'too old' for it. "Hey kiddo! How did today go? How was your test?"

Kurt shrugged a shoulder. "It went good, but you know how much I like French. I think I mixed up a couple verbs, but that's okay! And we filmed my scene today! I did great. Remembered all my lines and everything."

Burt smiled. "That's great Kurt! I can't wait to see. That one will air in two weeks right?" Kurt nodded and smiled, knowing they would probably have their own viewing party of the episode. They always did when Kurt had a special scene. "Well, you wanna grab your next script so we can get outta here?"

Kurt nodded once more and stepped inside the office, seeing a couple of the older kids there as well too. Brittany was there too, and alone which was very rare these days. He walked up to his best friend and gave her a hug from the side. "Brit! Hi. How were your scenes today?"

Brittany squealed upon recognizing Kurt, and turned to give him a proper hug. "Hi Kurt! They were good. Me and Santana got to play best friend. Hey! Blaine was just here and said everyone's going to Disney World this weekend. Are you coming?"

Kurt groaned. "Not you too Brit. Please don't tell me you fell for Blaine too?"

Brittany cocked her head to the side a little. "I didn't fall. Kurt, I'm a dancer, I never fall. I like Blaine! His hair looks like those shiny things my mom uses to scrub dishes. I wonder if it's scratchy too. Please tell me you're gonna come. Pleeeaaassse Kurt."

Kurt hated stupid Blaine. Why did everyone like him so much? It just didn't make sense. "Sorry Brit. Can't. Have fun though. See you Monday." He stormed off towards the desk where Mr. Will was sitting. Their producer smiled up at Kurt. "Kurt! Great job today! Really excellent. So, here's your script for the next filming and songs for the live show. You'll be having the feature during the Alma Mater, along with Mercedes and Blaine. Also, you'll be singing a song with Santana, Quinn, and Noah. And we'll see you at rehersal on Monday! Have a great weekend Kurt."

Kurt smiled and thanked Mr. Will and walked back outside. Sure, it all sounded like a lot, but it really wasn't. His "feature" was actually only two spoken lines during their closing song. Then singing a song with three others meant he would most likely only get a few lines. He was anxious to read the script, but would have to wait until he got home. Him and his dad liked reading the script together, and laughing at the silly scenes. He just hoped he didn't have many scenes with Blaine next week.

After the relaxing weekend with his dad, Kurt was back at the studios bright and early Monday morning. He spent most of Sunday remembering all his lines, which weren't many, but he still liked being prepared. Mondays were rehearsal days, since Wednesdays were the days the filmed live in front of an audience. Kurt had predicted right when talking to Blaine. "The boys" had a big musical number. Mercedes, Jesse, and Tina all had solos, then there were the small group numbers. Him, Santana, Quinn and Noah's song was a small one, one of the songs they called "Club Songs" since they were used frequently but sung by different people every time.

Burt dropped Kurt off outside their rehersal room with a promise to back when the day was finished. Kurt smiled after his father and went inside, groaning when he saw that Blaine was the only other person there so far. Blaine's entire face lit up when Kurt entered and he skipped over. "Hey Kurt! How was your weekend?"

Kurt forced a smile and walked over to where he usually set his schoolbag. "Fine."

Blaine followed after him, again...lost puppy. "That's cool! Well, like I said on Friday, me and some of the other kids went to the park. It was so much fun! Since Mercedes and Jesse and Tina came, the parents let us go with just them! Well, my brother Cooper came too, he's a year older than Mercedes, but he's still considered an adult since he doesn't live with us anymore. Anyways. It was really fun! I wish you could have come! You have to come next time Kurt! It would be the bomb!"

Kurt rolled his eyes at the boys stupid enthusiasm. "Sorry, I like spending the weekends with my dad. Besides, I don't really fit in with everyone." Kurt sat and pulled out the script he already had memorized, hoping it would make Blaine go away.

But of course things didn't work like that for Kurt. Blaine sat next to him, looking at him curiously. "What do you mean Kurt?"

Kurt shrugged a shoulder and pretended to be completely focused on the words on the page. "Just forget it Blaine. You wouldn't understand." Because everyone loved Blaine. Blaine had no idea what it was like to feel like an outsider. Blaine seemed to think for a moment, then thankfully dropped the subject. Too bad he didn't leave Kurt completely alone. "What do you think of the script?"

Kurt shrugged again. It wasn't too bad, even if he didn't have many scenes, all the scenes were pretty funny. "It's alright."

Blaine leaned over to look at the page Kurt was on, which happened to be Blaine's scene. "I don't wanna do that scene."

The sudden change in Blaine's voice made Kurt look over at him. He actually sounded a bit sad, which Kurt had never heard before. He couldn't stop himself from asking, "Why not?"

Blaine bit his lip and looked around nervously. Their choreographer came in a little bit ago, but she was in the middle of organizing their music to pay them any attention. "I'm suppose to have a crush on Rachel."

Kurt let out a sympathetic laugh. "Yeah, I can see how that would be a hard scene. She's so annoying."

Blaine shook his head a little, and cast his eyes down. "No. It's not that, Rachel is alright once you get to know her. It's, um, Kurt? Can I ask you something?"

Kurt's curiosity got the best of him and he gave Blaine a little nod when the other boy looked up. Blaine took a breath, and glance around again. "Kurt, is it...weird that I don't want to do the scene because Rachel's a...girl?"

Kurt's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Blaine looked up, looking terrified and Kurt didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth to say...something, when the door burst open and Brittany ran in, squealing out Kurt's name and sprinting towards them. Blaine's head snapped up and he had an instant smile on his face as Brittany approached. Kurt was still staring at the side of Blaine's face, blinking rapidly. For once, he was not happy to see his best friend and actually wanted to talk to Blaine more. Brittany threw herself onto Kurt's lap, knocking the wind out of him and crinkling up his script in the process. "Ooof- Brit! A little warning next time!"

Brittany giggled then kissed him on the cheek before sliding off his lap and sitting between him and Blaine. "Sorry! But I missed you this weekend. We all had so much fun at the park. Right Blaine?"

Kurt looked over at Blaine, who actually looked a bit uncomfortable, but was still smiling. "Right. I'm just gonna- my stuff is over there. Gonna review the script. See- see you guys later."

Brittany shrugged and waved him off, then launched into a long, detailed story about her time at the park. Kurt watched Blaine go, feeling more confused than ever. He didn't think there were other kids like him. Well, possibly like him. It was his biggest secret that he didn't like girls in that way. The way he was suppose to. He didn't know Blaine was maybe the same way. He always flirted with all the girls, and smiled at them, and asked them out on the weekends. Kurt looked across the room at Blaine, who was now surrounded by his admirers. But behind that smile, Kurt could see some kind of sadness. Maybe him and Blaine weren't so different after all.

Kurt got into his dad's truck and slammed the door, then crossed his arms over his chest, letting out a huff of frustration. Burt looked over at his son in concern. "You okay kiddo?"

Kurt huffed again and glared ahead of him. "I hate him."

Burt looked confused as he started the engine up. "Who do you hate?"

"Blaine Anderson."

Burt tilted his head to the side. Kurt usually never acted like this. Something must have happened. "What happened with Blaine?"

"He's stupid."

Burt tried not to let out a laugh as he pulled away. "Okay Kurt. Tell me what happened."

Kurt threw his arms up and groaned. "Everyone thinks he's so special but he's not! He's not even that good of a singer! I'm much more talented than he is! But that doesn't stop the choreographer and Mr. Will from giving him my part!"

Burt frowned, knowing how sensitive Kurt was when it came to his solos. "Which part did they give him?"

"My song! They said that my voice didn't sound right with the others because their voices are all lower than mine, even the girls. So they just gave it to Blaine and it's not fair! I hate him." His eyes were begining to water from anger.

"Kurt, son, you know it's not Blaine's fault right? He doesn't decide what parts he gets." Though Burt was already planning on calling Will Schuester the moment they arrived home.

"But he gets everything dad! It's not fair! He's sutpid and short and ugly and-"

"Kurt."

Kurt stopped as his dad's warning tone, snapping his jaw shut and folding his arms across his chest again. Burt waiting until he was sure Kurt would stay quiet. "Kurt, you know it's not nice to call people names, right?" Kurt gave a stiff nod and Burt continued. "Okay. I'll call Will when we get home, because you are right that it's not fair for them to take away your part. But remember it's not Blaine's fault."

Kurt snapped his head over to look at his dad. "Not you too dad! You're defending Blaine? You're suppose to side with me!"

"Kurt. That's enough." Kurt shut his mouth again at the serious tone. "Blaine's just a kid like you. It's the adults that are the problem in this. Blaine didn't ask to take the solo did he?"

"No, but dad he-"

"No butts Kurt. You're being unfair to him. He's got feelings too, and I bet they'd be hurt if he heard you saying those mean things about him."

Kurt stared at this father. He couldn't believe he was defending Blaine. It only made him hate the stupid curly haired kid even more. Maybe he should just quit the show and make his life easier.

A year later and Kurt is getting ready to shoot his farewell episode. Ever since Mercedes, Jesse and Tina left, and their replacements started, Kurt got even less screen time. He was sick of it. He didn't even care if he was being a brat, it was just unfair. His hatred for Blaine grew over the year as well, especially after he read an article on "fan favorites" and of course Blaine was number one. Kurt was number ten in a list of twelve. Enough was enough.

Burt was sick of it too. He couldn't count the times he had angry words with Will Schuester, only to have nothing happen. He was sick of seeing his son so down all the time, but he wouldn't push Kurt to quit. He couldn't help but be relieved when Kurt decided he didn't want to be on the show anymore. They decided to move back to Ohio and get away from all of this for a while.

Their director- Sue- called cut on Kurt's final scene. Everyone clapped and cheered. Kurt wanted to glare at them all, but kept a smile on his face. All that was left was the live show for the episode, and he was done. Out of the Mickey Mouse Club for good. Everyone came up to him and told him what a great job he's done and how they would miss him. Kurt didn't believe a word of it, but thanked everyone with a smile.

He did tear up when Brittany came up with a pout, wrapping him in a big hug. "You won't forget me, will you Kurt?"

Kurt hugged her back tightly, twirling one of her pigtails on his finger. " 'Course I won't Brit. You're my best friend."

"But you're gonna be so far away. I'm really gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too Brit. But I promise I'll keep in touch."

Brittany nodded and pulled away, eyes shinning with tears. Kurt cupped her face in his hands and gave her a watery smile. "Save your tears. We still have the live show tomorrow, and remember I promised to go to the park with you this weekend." That made the girl smile. She nodded once and walked off towards Santana, both girls locking their pinkies together and walking off the set. Kurt stood and looked around, feeling a strange sadness settle over him. No matter how unfairly he had been treated, he's had a lot of good times on these sets.

He let out a breath, readying himself to walk off set for good. Someone cleared their throat behind him, he turned and came face to face with Blaine. Kurt tried to avoid him as much as possible, and usually succeeded. But he couldn't avoid Blaine standing right in front of him, with only random crew members surrounding them."Yes Blaine?"

Blaine gave a half smile then bit his lip. "Hi Kurt. I just, um, I just wanted to say- since I have the chance to talk to you alone. Um. That I'm gonna miss having you around. I know we aren't close or whatever, but I love listening to you sing and so I'll miss that and stuff."

Blaine was looking at his feet now, ringing his hands together behind his back, so he missed Kurt's look of pure shock. "Oh. Um. Thanks?"

Blaine looked up again, smiling his usual bright smile. "I actually mean it too. I um. Here," He held out his hand. Kurt looked down and saw a bow tie resting on the top of Blaine's palm. He looked up at Blaine, raising an eyebrow in question. "I um, wanted to give you a gift, but since I don't know you really well I didn't know what to get. Then I remembered how good you always dress and so I thought I'd give you my favorite bow tie. I thought, if anyone could appreciate a good tie, it'd be you. So um, here. Take it."

Blaine forced the little tie into Kurt's hand, and Kurt had no choice but to grab onto it. He looked down at it again and realized it was rather nice. It was all white, with diagonal stripes of various shades brown and blue. "Um. Thanks Blaine." He wasn't going to say he'd miss him, because his dad told him it wasn't nice to lie, but the gesture was nice.

Blaine nodded once, then walked off. Kurt looked at the tie again and had a moment where he thought about throwing the tie out, knowing it was Blaine's, but it was a nice tie after all, so maybe he'd keep it.

The next day was his last ever live show. It was also the first time he had a full song solo. The crowd was great, or maybe it just seemed great since this would be the last time he'd perform in front of screaming fans. Kurt found himself genuinely enjoying all the group numbers, and laughing backstage with the rest of the kids during the other solos. He really would miss being on the show.

Finally it was time for the last song. Fittingly, it was "It's so Hard to Say Goodbye" sung a capella by all the boys, including Kurt. It was a beautiful song, and Kurt felt his eyes start to tear up. After the final note was held, the crowd screamed and they all bowed. Then the rest of the cast came out for Kurt's last Alma Mater. They all sat on various spots on the stage, looking relaxed and some looking sad.

The girls started the song with, "So come along and sing our song and join our family"

To which they all sang "M-I-C-K-EY M-O-U-S-E"

Again, the girls picked up the second line, "Through the years, we'll all be friends, wherever we may be"

"M-I-C-K-EY M-O-U-S-E," They all chorused back.

Then everyone sang the slow, "Mickey Mouse, Mickey Mouse. Forever let us hold our banner high. M-I-C"

Kurt stood from his spot to deliver the famous lines. "See ya real soon!"

"K-E-Y-"

"Why? Because we like you!"

"M-O-U-S-E"

The crowd clapped again, everyone standing and cheering for them. They all bowed, then the entire cast turned to Kurt and started clapping. Kurt smiled widely and basked in all the attention, knowing he would miss the sound of applause. This wouldn't be the last time he heard it, he would see the stage again someday soon. But for now, his chapter in the Mickey Mouse Club was over.