Fanboy (Fanboy #1, Klaine)

Chapter 11 ~ Day One

It was a full house. I peeked behind the corner of the curtain and then ran off to my stool off stage. The lights in the theatre flashed and then went dark. The curtains opened and a spotlight appeared on Blaine casting a shadow on the drums. 

Blaine moved from his pose and yelled, "EVERYBODY MAKE SOME NOISE!" into the mic. The crowd went crazy. I clasped my hands and put them over my mouth. 

I changed positions over the course of the concert more times than Ricky changed keys on base. Blaine sounded amazing, as always, and the band was more upbeat and fun then ever. I couldn't stop smiling the whole time, and I was watching the side of everyone. I couldn't even imagine how the audience was reacting. Well, that's not true. I could tell they really, really, really liked it becuase of the constant screaming. 

He performed a similar set-list to what he did at the Ohio concert, but did some different covers. Every once and a while he turned back to me and gave me a smile. I appreciated every one. 

Eventually, the curtain closed and the band was high-fiving each other and Blaine was hugging everyone. It was a vey successful show. I gave Blaine a hug and we waited backstage for the audience to clear out. When they did, the crew started removing the set pieces and helping the band to the dressing room to change out of their costumes. Amy told me that they had a different outfit for each show. 

After another hour of cleaning and taking things down, the concert hall parking lot was empty. The band and the two drivers (they alternated driving and sleeping) went to the bus. 

We all walked slowly, almost like zombies, and loaded onto the bus.

"Next stop: New York City!" Blaine cheered, waking us up. The band and I cheered with him. The drivers started up the car and we pulled out of the lot and onto the road. Everyone got in their beds. It was only 11:00, but we were all tired. 

"Dude, during Jealousy, I almost dropped one of the sticks!" Julia said. "I had to play one handed."

Stef laughed, "well I had a flawless performance... unlike in Denver..."

The band chuckled at the memory. "Should we tell him?" Asked Ricky. 

"I'll do it," replied Julia, anxious to embarrass her friend. "I was in the back, I saw the whole thing. Okay Kurt, so Blaine was about to so Jealousy, right? And Stef dropped her pick! Blaine was like 'now for a crowd favorite' and everyone heard this little ping. Stef dropped to her knees and picked it up in the most awkward manner."

"Dude, that's enough. Don't over exaggerate," Stef said, pushing against the bed above her.  

Blaine looked at the time. "It's only 11:10, and I don't know about you guys, but I am pooped."

The rest of the band agreed, and Ricky got up from the sofa and turned the light off. "Here's to a good show, and now a good night's sleep."

Everyone got under their blanket. I turned over in my bed and tried to fall asleep. When I turned back over, I saw a crumpled sheet of paper lying next to me. I unfolded it quietly. It said, 'Never Have I Ever, you go first.' I smiled at the note and scribbled a question with my Blaine Anderson pen. Never have I ever kissed a boy before you. I dropped the note down onto Blaine's bed. 

I faintly heard a pencil against the paper and then saw Blaine reach up and hand the note to me. I took it. He had put a check mark next to my question. I smiled. I was his first gay kiss. He wrote, Never have I ever had coffee. I didn't write a check mark. I'd just had coffee before his concert! I responded and wrote one of my own, then he wrote one back, and soon the paper was filled front and back. 

I'm pretty sure I smiled myself to sleep.