"IN the city of fame, Los Angeles, crowds surrounds the Staples concert center, screaming for the famous Blaine Anderson. The fangirls and boys will be all over this! Oh look at that, he's-" The reporter begans, before cut of by another wave of screams. "Well, keep in tune for this sensational singer, meanwhile, let's watch his performance!" She pushes her way through the crowd before the camera falls on Blaine.
"Starstruck! Camera flashes, gonna make a scene!
Starstruck! Designer Sunglasses, living the dream as a teen!
Driving fancy cars, hollywood boulvard,
hear the crowd call your name, yeah.
Starstruck! You better get, starstruck, oh yeah!
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah..."
The boy had gelled down hair and a red and brown leather jacket. He was playing the electric guitar as he sang. Leaning down to the fangirls and boys.
A long way from los Angeles, two siblings sat in a house, Lima, watching the show, or shall I say, one watching, the other snorting.
"I just love Blaine Anderson..." Rachael said.
"Uh! What do you see in him? He's just a self obsorbed brat. " Kurt said, standing in front of the TV, blocking Rachaels sight.
"Kurt! Move out of the way!" She demanded. Kurt stayed where he was, crossing his arms. " Little brother move away!"
"I am older than you Rachael ! " Kurt said, defensive.
"Whatever, Rachael said. "Just let me watch him."
"Oh, I am sorry Rach, am I blocking your way of whats-his-name?" Kurt said, sweetly.
"Mmmhmmm!" Rachael replied. "Now move it or lose it!"
Kurt nodded mockingly, arms crossed. "okay..."
"Now get packed, we have a flight tomorrow morning!" Carole said, putting a laundry basket beside her. Rachael squealed and made Kurt wince.
She began taking out clothes, saying the same thing for the first four shirts.
"Ew, ew, ew, ew." She said. Finally, she pulled out a pair of pants. She grinned in satisfaction.
"Rach! That's Michael Kors pants, not to mention mine!" Kurt said, making a move to snatch it out of her hands.
"Nu uh." Rachael said, taking it out of Kurt's reach. Kurt glared. He rolled his eyes and walked away. "In less than twenty-four hours, I'll be with the Blaine Anderson. " Squealed the younger sister. Suddenly, she became serious and thought to herself deeply, voicing her concern. "What if he comes to piack me up at the airport?"
Kurt, who was in the middle of eating a carrot looked at her, he smiled commically then. "Why would he do that?"
"Argh! I am an original member of his fan club, I follow his minute by minute blog, and I text him, trust me, he wants to meet me." Rachael said, sure of herself there.
Kurt looked at her with an expression that clearly said "you can't be serious". He didn't understand how she could be so self obsorbed, well, atleast she got something right, he thinks, they are both alike. He can't even stand looking at her and moves away from the kitchen.
"Whateves..." He said, walking away from her. Burt walks in then, and Kurt turns to him. "Is it too late for me to be an only child?" Burt looks at him.
"Yes." He replied.
"Then can I please stay home?" Kurt asked.
"No. "
"Why not?"
"Because your grandparents haven't seen you in two years."
"Argh!"
"Shhhh!" Rachael interupts. "Blaine Anderson is on. "
"The fabulous Blaine Anderson..." The reporter begans.
Kurt walks away from RACH for a moment of silence. He didn't want to hear Blaine, ever again now.
