Fan

Klaine advent day 6. We're sticking with the 'When the time is right' verse with this one and following on directly from day 5 (Escape.)

After a while, Blaine gets up off of the cool, hard floor and starts pacing around, hands in his pants pocket.

He's not here for any particular reason other than the building is closed to the public, and there is peace and quiet available for him here. Kurt is busy with interviews all day and then has a seven pm show start time; and their son, Finley is jumping wildly between school work and rehearsals for his stage debut.

There's nowhere else where Blaine thinks he would rather be right now, than right here. He has exhausted the maximum amount of hours he should be clocking in at the studio, he prefers to do any business meetings by phone or face time or Skype; and so with his day free and his mind even more so Blaine chooses to spend his time back at the place where it all started for him.

His original piano isn't down here anymore. It's way too valuable in much more the emotional sense than the monetary one, to be down here to be played with by the everyday buskers and onetime performers.

Blaine's career was started with that piano. His relationship with Kurt first became established at that piano. That piano in many ways is his life.

After the stage became more popular and there were regular performers coming up to play, the pianogot moved into safe storage and now resides comfortably in his music room, in their New England villa which they keep for weekend use and sometimes pre-weekend getaways.

The stage now houses a brand spanking new piano, dark cherry wood with a glistening finish. Around it, sits an array of all types of instrument a musician could ever want or need.

Blaine smiles as he sways and side steps between each one, tracing a finger over the shiny curve of a flute or the arch of a cello. Some of these were donated by the musicians who came to play here. Some by friends and family and some, his fans.

All of those things sometimes appear to be a blur of each other. One of Blaine's fan's is one of his friends.

Blaine chuckles as he thinks about his fan base and how it has developed and elaborated over the years. What once started as a guy or girl, a fan, with a love of listening to live, original music quickly and fiercely escalated into a whole group of them. Some who went on to imitate Blaine's tattoos and have them inked all over their bodies. Some of them have even dyed their hair gray to show their love of and approval of Blaine's slow but steady aging.

Really, though, if he thinks about it, his first ever fan was the man who showed up at Blaine's bar on New Years Eve, dressed to impress and looking like he fell from heaven itself.

Kurt, his dear husband has believed in Blaine ever since the beginning. He's encouraged him and held his hand through it all, even got angry with him when Blaine wasn't willing to help himself.

His number one fan. And even with all the fame and success and the countless greetings and signatures scribbled here and there, Blaine knows that it will never change.