"What? You're working with Blaine Anderson? The Blaine Anderson? The two time Golden Globe award winner and singer? The actor who is perfectly gorgeous in everyway?" Rachel asks, her eyes wide.

Kurt groans, hugging his knees to his chest as Rachel comes to sit next to him.

Kurt stuffs a big spoonful of strawberry shortcake ice-cream in his mouth."Yes! I'm so happy! I couldn't believe it when he came up to me and actually spoke to me. He didn't rehearse his lines and he came to me and he asked my name and I just..."

"You just what?"

"My legs felt like jelly. He is so dreamy."

"I know he is. I'm so jealous Kurt. My Kurt is working with Blaine Devon Anderson. I'm pretty sure everyone would kill for that job."

"Which I got!" Kurt grins, triumphantly.

"I wish I could stay and drool over Blaine some more with you but I'd better go, I asked Brody to help me practise a few moves Cassie gave us. I swear, that woman is literally try to ruin my toes!"

"Ooh, that does sound nice at all! Good luck!" Kurt winces.

"Thank you!" Rachel chirps, rushing out of their apartment.

Kurt picks up the ice cream and flicks on the television to watch a recent episode of 'Gilmore Girls' when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls his phone out to look at the screen: Unknown.

"What?" Kurt asks, a little worried although he decides to answer it.

"Hello?" He asks, a quiver in his tone.

"Kurt? It's Blaine." The cheery voice at the other end of the line says.

"How...how did you get my number?"

"Artie gave it to me. I was wondering if you could help me rehearse lines. It's the scene with Ella's brother, Harry, and seeing as you're a guy and all, do you-"

"Sure." Kurt blurts, immediately thinking that helping the star of the film rehearse would instantly put him on the director's good list.

"Great! Wow, thank you. If you could meet me at this address, that'd be good." Blaine smiles, filing out the address.

"Awesome, I'll be there soon."

"Thank you Kurt!"

Kurt gets out of the yellow taxi and marvels at the sight bestowed upon him. It is an incredibly tall black tower with tinted windows. He walks up to the buzzer machine and presses the number 3.

"Kurt?" A voice crackles through.

"Yes."

"Come on up!" Blaine says, buzzing Kurt in.

Kurt slips through the doors and takes the lift to the top floor. He knocks on the door and Blaine opens it. He looks absolutely mouth-watering. The way his hair smooths down so perfectly, the way his clothes are never creased and that bloody smile he gives makes Kurt feel weak at the knees. Oh no, he is turning into one of those mad teenagers who love celebrities they'll never have a thing with.

"Come in Kurt." Blaine grins, taking Kurt's coat off for him and hanging it to the dark wooded coat hanger behind the door.

"Welcome to Larkhouse Penthouse, or as I like to call it, home."

"...This is where you live? Where's the flashy television set, or the massive kitchen with a bar or the balcony with a swimming pool?" Kurt asks, honestly astounded as he looks at the place before him.

The living room has three light blue walls and one wall made from paper with musical staves and lyrics on the surface. The place where the balcony would be has white curtains and all around them are light oak hand-me-down pieces of furniture. On the light blue walls there are pictures in frames but not of him or of any film posters of the films he has been in but of collections of postcards, ticket stubs from trips and clippings from magazines.

"I don't like the celebrity lifestyle or their housing appeal."

"Same, they think they're better than everybody else because they have more money than the rest of us." Kurt stops himself, realizing what he's saying, "Sorry..."

"No, it's fine. You're entitled to your own opinion, I sort of agree with you in a way."

Kurt smiles, so does Blaine.

"Aren't we going to the set?"

"Why?"

"...To practise your lines?"

"Oh, I prefer to practise where there's quiet. So that's why I invited you here. I hope that's okay."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Great, well, here's the script."

The scene is an incredibly, painfully long one and Kurt is so happy to be done with it.

"I think you know your lines now, seeing as we went through the stupid scene ten times."

"Hey! This is what actors have to do." Blaine laughs.

"Can you play something for me?" Kurt asks.

"What?"

"On the piano, play me something!"

"That's uhm, a little random..."

"Please!" Kurt drawls, "You've performed in front of millions of people, why so nervous now?"

"Alright," Blaine laughs as he walks over to the piano in the corner of the room and settles into the stool, "But this is only for you."

"I feel so special." Kurt giggles.

Blaine smiles before beginning. "You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on. You think I'm funny when I tell the punch-line wrong..."

He performs a slower version; which causes Kurt to become even more engrossed. The boy's voice is absolutely beautiful. He starts off slow, drawling out some words, going high and low. The piano matches his voice so well and he plays it with such ease. His voice has a smoothness and gentleness to it, it sounds a little vulnerable and fragile, causing Kurt to become hypnotized, causing him to join in at the chorus.

"You make me, feel like I'm living a teenage dream, the way you turn me on." Kurt sings, his voice graceful like a butterfly.

"Kurt, your voice is beautiful." Blaine breathes, after ending their song with a chord.

Kurt snorts elegantly, waving Blaine off. Blaine wonders how anyone can even snort elegantly, although Kurt manages it with ease.

"I'm not that good. Well, I was in the school choir when I was in high school and-"

"Trust me, you're amazing. The way you can go so high and control without cracking."

"Now you're just being nice."

"No, honestly!" Blaine laughs and smiles, gazing at the boy next to him fondly, "Hey, what are you doing later on, preferably this evening?"

"Nothing really? Well, my roommate will probably force me to watch Phantom Of The Opera for the fifth night in a row. I mean, I'm all for a little 'Music Of The Night' but the amount of times I've cried over that film is too much. I need a change."

"Which is why I've invited you to go to a the karaoke bar downtown."

"What? Why?"

"Uhm, so you can show the world your amazing voice? Besides, it'll be fun! You can bring your roommate!"

"Oh, what the hell! Sure!" Kurt beams.

"Great," Blaine smiles, wincing as he accidentally presss a low key during his excitement. "Say, seven? I'll pick you up and all that jazz."

"Seven sounds just fine."