Fanboy (Fanboy #1, Klaine)

Chapter 4 ~ Sound Checks

Once we made our way out of hair and make-up Amy told us that we could go wherever and explore backstage. I went back to wardrobe becuase I didn't really get a look at it the first time. When I opened my eyes I was flabbergasted by the amount of bedazzled jackets and dresses in here. There were only four members of Blaine's band: Ricky on bass, Julia on drums, Stef on lead guitar and Joe on Keyboard. 

I walked out of the dressing room and walked toward the stage. I stood way upstage and looked out at the dozens of rows of hundreds of empty seats. All of a sudden I saw Julia come onstage followed by Ricky and Stef. Bradley stood downstage right and held a rather large clipboard. 

"Alright, let's try to do this quickly. I need 8 bars of "Human" then we'll move on. Got it? Great. Stage left to right so starting with you, Rick." Bradley gave a thumbs up to the sound guy sitting in the booth on the far end of the stadium. I had to squint to see him. 

The musicians took turns playing a short section from Blaine Anderson's biggest hits. I squealed a little knowing that I would get to see him perform it live. 

"Enjoying the pre-show?" Said a voice behind me. I turned around and saw it was Blaine. 

I quickly nodded and looked back at the audience. "It's amazing."

"Do you, by any chance, sing?" Blaine asked. 

I felt myself blushing. "I mean, I guess a little bit. I was in the singing club in my high school, but..."

"Oh, cool! I was thinking as part of my final mic check I could bring any VIP members up to sing a few bars. And um... great that you're interested! Okay... gotta run," he said and took a little skip before he ran off backstage. 

Did we... just have a conversation? I stared blankly at the curtains for a while before Blaine appeared with the mom and her daughter, and also another girl who appeared to be around 18. 

"Welcome to my concert! Now, as you're well aware, my name is Blaine, and well, uhh, we were just about to do final mic checks for me, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to sing a little?" I swear. To god. He looked at me when he said that... "Any volunteers?"

Everyone except the mother in the group raised their hand. Blaine pointed to me and ushered me to follow him. He grabbed another stool from the wings and pulled Stef's mic over in front of me. 

I could hear the girls squealing behind me. All I could think was, I'm about to sing in front of Blaine Anderson. 

He tapped the mic and held up five fingers to the sound guy in the booth. "You know the first verse or so of 'Not Alone?'" he asked. I nodded and blushed a little and I could feel my heart beat out of it's chest. 

Joe started to blast the piano and Blaine sang the first line. 

"I've been alone."

I decided to impress him by joining in on the second line using some harmony I found of a fan-page. 

"Surrounded by darkness," we sang together. Blaine had a surprised look on his face. 

As if we were reading each others minds, Blaine stopped singing on the next line and I took the melody. "I've seen how heartless."

Then he joined back in with the harmony, "the world can be."

Blaine and the sound guy exchanged thumbs-up and Joe stopped playing. Blaine gave me a pat on the back, "well done! That was great." I walked back to the crowd and Blaine gestured for the 18-year-old to come up. 

"I- I- I- d-d-d-don't sing," the teen said, wiping her sweaty palms on her miniskirt. The younger girl ran over and climbed onto the stool. 

"What's your name?" Blaine asked. 

"Lacey!" The girl said excitedly. 

"And how old are you?" Blaine said. 

"I turn 13 tomorrow. This is kind of my birthday present."

The mom squinted her eyes and gave Blaine a quick nod. Blaine smiled at Lacey, "do you know the second verse?" he asked her, and she nodded in reply. 

"I've seen you crying, you felt like it's hopeless. I'll always do my best, to make you see." They sang together in unison. 

But about halfway through the second line, Blaine looked back at me with a longing look in his eyes. I had to take a step back and pinch myself. This wasn't happening. But it was. This was happening. If only Mercedes were here...

Blaine re-set the stage and clapped his hands. He looked at his watch, "well it's about 3:00, now. If you guys wanna explore or anything feel free. We're still missing one VIP member though..." Blaine said and started doing calculations in his head. 

The older teen wandered off to wardrobe while Lacey and her mom went over to talk to the band members. I was in panic-mode. Blaine was 26, I was 22. I was a guy, he was straight. Right?

I froze and I think a worried look appeared on my face becuase Blaine said, "Oh...um...Kurt! Kurt, are you alright?"

I looked up and shook the expression off my face. "Yeah. Sorry, just starstruck."

Blaine laughed and started fiddling with the chain on his neck. "Do you wanna go see Jerry up in the sound booth?"

"Sure! T-t-that's awesome!" I said, and followed Blaine off the stage. We walked through the folded chairs set up on the floor and Blaine put his hands in his pockets. "Hey, I just wanted to say, that I'm a big fan, and I admire everything you do."

Blaine blushed. "Thanks so much, dude! I see you have my shirt from.. from uh my my Human album release party. Were you there?" I shook my head. "That's what I thought. I probably would've remembered you."

Now I was blushing. Was he, flirting with me? I tried to keep my cool as best as I could, but as we walked up through the rows of elevated seating his butt was right in my face. I almost joy-barfed. 

Finally we made it up to the sound booth and Blaine and Jerry started teaching me about the controls. "So if you move that one up-" he said, and moved his hand to pushed the knob up. 

But I had the same idea, and our fingers came into contact. Did we just have another moment? I started internally hyperventilating, but I managed to keep my cool. Jerry tapped Blaine on the shoulder and but a finger on his headset. 

"They're calling for you at hair and make-up," Jerry said. Blaine jogged down the stairs and across the field, then disappeared back-stage. 

I heard a chuckle escape from Jerry. "Sorry, were you talking to me?" I asked, trying to be polite. 

Jerry laughed again, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say he's got eyes for you." Jerry slapped my back and opened up a bag of Cheetos. "Don't work yourself up, kid. How 'bout you meet up with the rest of the group.

As I walked back to the other VIP members, a smile was plastered on my face.