Blaine Anderson. The hottest pop star around... To the outside world, he seemed to have everything anyone could want. A star studded career that clearly wasn't going to come to an end any time in the near future, he had a lot ahead of him. He had the looks as well of course; that dark, soft, curly hair; those famous dark, thick eyebrows; the golden, honey-like eyes - that was just his facial features. He had a body many women would dream to be with too, and he definitely had all the support any upcoming male artist could dream of. There was a slight hitch in that area though - Blaine Anderson was gay. Not in an obvious way though, by the way he dressed, or acted, or whatever else percieved someone to be gay, no one knew. Sure, he wore pants that were slightly tighter than the average pair, but didn't all popstars dress a little more outrageously? The point was, no one in his huge fanbase knew about his sexuality, and that's what he was worried about. Cool, sexy, smooth, Blaine Anderson.

He'd known himself for a while, he'd just never admitted it to anyone, not his friends, not even his parents. He was 25 years old and not even his parents knew much about him. Not in his entire high school life, he'd barely admitted it to himself then. But deep down, he knew. He was a popular kid at school, always had been. Hung around with the 'cool' people, the sociable people. The sporty kids, the ones on the football team, and acted like that was all they cared about. The kind of people that were normally considered fake, btichy, and general assholes. Blaine didn't quite fit into all of that truth was, they all had problems that they all dealt with in the same way: pretending their was no one better than themselves. They built up walls around themselves and pretended to be someone else, most of them turned to bullying and violence of some kind to 'express themselves' or something.

Blaine wasn't one of those people though, he wasn't someone who could just go around throwing ice drinks down innocent people's necks, flushing their vulnerable little minds down toilets, shoving them so hard against lockers that they'd be covered in purpleish coloured bruises for days afterwards - he'd never got into all of that, and he was glad he hadn't. There was an extremely soft side to him that no one had really got to see before, because no one had cared about him enough to get to know him. He was a popstar now, and he supposed that no one would ever find him and want a relationship with him because he was just a nice person underneath all that persona that people saw when he was performing. That almost 'bad boy' kind of attitude.

He wasn't close with anyone really, and it'd gotten to the point in his life where he didn't expect he ever would be - close with anyone. All he wanted was to be loved, and he was, but not in the way he'd imagined. He adored all of his fans, but it wasn't quite the same as being in an intimate relationship with another person. Through highschool he'd forced himself through an enormous amount of trashy and cheap relationships with trashy and cheap girls, mainly cheerleaders. Sure, they'd been a few who weren't that bad, and a couple who were genuinely beautiful, but it wasn't what he wanted. He was just doing it because he had to.

Kurt Hummel. He'd always been slightly tall for his age, maybe because of his hair. The way he gelled it up with such precision every morning, it was magnificent. He dressed like no one else, for sure he had his very own unique fashion sense, it wasn't a half bad one. Just different, intriguing. His two closest passions were fashion, and singing. He was proud of the fact that he could hit a high F note, for it wasn't something every guy of his age could do. He loved musicals. Singing, dancing, it was all his high school life had consisted of, and it wasn't a waste of time. He'd spent a year studying at NYADA, the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts.

Openly gay, currently single, described his status. He wasn't afraid to admit who he was, he was proud of the person he'd become and he'd grown a lot since his years in high school, most of which had been complete hell, as it was for the vast majority of gay kids who let their identity slip. But if Kurt had learnt one thing through his years of living a fairly unpleasant life, it was that friends and ambition were all that mattered in life. If you didn't have friends, you didn't have a lot, you had no one to make or share memories with. And if you didn't have ambition, you had nothing to look forward to in the future. The idea of leaving McKinley High School and getting out into the world and exploring, making a life of his own and persuing his career to perform, that was what kept him going andf gave him hope that things were going to get a lot better when he got out of that place.

He'd no longer be trapped in a place filled to the brim of narrow minded people, very few of which would go on achieve anything in the entirety of their lives, or that's what he'd predicted for them anyway. It just didn't seem possible that people with such cold hearts, with no imaginations could do anything in the future. He believed that people with dreams, ambition and wishes went the furthest in life.

Kurt currently worked as a fashion assistant for Vogue, he'd worked hard to get where he was, when he first started working for the company his position was basically 'coffee maker' and all he did was run around after people. Now he had been premoted a couple of times, and his boss was very pleased with his work. Kurt considered himself quite good at his job, it was no secret that his sense of fashion was amazing, he had an eye for colour and he was capable of coming up with the best new designs, something very important for someone in his working position to get himself noticed.

Singing and dancing now seemed more like a high school memory and a hobby than a career choice, he was so different that it was much more difficult for him to get an audition for upcoming shows and musicals. Kurt Hummel simply wasn't 'the right type' to play the likes of Danny Zuko, Link, or Romeo Montigue. But he had just the right ideas and personality in him to do brilliantly in a fashion career. And work was all that was important to him right now.