50 Shades of Klaine [Chapter 1]

I scowl at myself with frustration in the mirror, damn my hair. It just won't behave! And damn Rachel Berry for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be preparing for my NYADA audition which is next week. Yet here I am. Trying to comb my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt once more to bring it under control with the comb. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the porcelain, brown haired boy with blue eyes to big for his face staring back at me. And...give up. My only option is to restrain my fringe with raspberry hair gel by scraping it away from my face. And hope that I look semi-presentable.

Rachel is my best friend and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore she cannot attend the interview she'd arranged to do. With some mega acclaimed show choir lead that I've never even heard of, for our schools student newspaper. So I have been volunteered. I have the most important audition of my life next week. And I'm supposed to be rehearsing this afternoon in the auditorium. But no, today I have to drive 65 miles to Westville Ohio. In order to meet supposedly best front man Dalton Academy has ever known. He's an exceptional student and is being hailed as next Broadway star of tomorrow. Therefore Mr Anderson's time is extraordinarily precious. Much more precious than mine, but he has granted Rachel an interview. She tells me that she was very lucky to score this however her experience with performing helped persuade him to see her. Damn her extra curricular activities! Rachel is sat on the edge of my bed as I walk out of my bathroom.

"Kurt, I'm sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule and we'll both have graduated by then. Also that creepy editor of the WMHS newspaper, uuuugh Jacob. Warned me he'd get the jocks to slushie me before my NYADA audition, if I didn't get this interview handed in on time! I can't blow this off. PLEASE?"

Rachel begs me in her rasping sore throat voice. How doe's she do it? Even ill she looks Barbra Streisand gorgeous. With her perfectly straight, well conditioned jet black hair. And her bright brown eyes although red rimed and runny. I straighten my scissors brooch on my lapel so that she can't see me rolling my eyes at her.

I sigh. "Of course I'll go Rachel. You should get back home to your dad's. Do you have enough strength to drive yourself there?"

She squirms. "No, I'll just stay here until you get back. I've been meaning to watch some of your box sets anyway." She beams her cheeky smile at me as she lays back on my 50's themed pillows. She then reaches down and retrieves two things from her bag."Here are the questions and my digital recorder. Just press record here. Make notes on the other side of my notebook. I'll transcribe it all later." She tries to reassure me.

"I know nothing about him." I murmur. Trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.

She gives me a playful punch on the arm. "The questions will see you through. Go! It's a long drive, I don't want you to be late." Gah she's such a little Miss Bossy Pants today.

"Okay I'm going. Make yourself comfortable, I made you some soup to heat up later." I pause, should I say it? Yeah I better had do. "And no funny business with my brother Finn, especially none in my bed whilst I'm gone."

She screeches completely shocked. "KURT!" I can't help but laugh uncontrollably at her reaction. And she laughs with me, eventually. I stare at her fondly.

"Only for you Rachel would I do this." I raise my freshly plucked eyebrow.

She rolls her eyes at me this time. "I know...and thanks' Kurt. As usual you're my lifesaver."

I stride over to kiss her swiftly on the cheek. Then I head out to leave my bedroom and the house in the hands of Miss Rachel Berry. Oh lord, will I regret this?As I walk down the stairs, I hear her quietly murmur to herself. "Why can I smell raspberries?" I can't help but smile to myself.