Chapter 1

"Santana get off of my bloody bed or you'll fall out of that damn window!" Blaine shouted at the Latino who was half hanging out of his bedroom window. She reluctantly jumped off and onto the bed, giving Blaine her best 'bitch glare' and shut the window.

"Whatever eyebrow's" She snorted and sat down next to Quinn. The unholy trinity and Blaine were all lounged out on the floor and bed of Blaine's bedroom, they were reading magazines, gossiping and doing each other's nails and hair. Every Friday night was a sleepover at one of the four teenager's houses. This week was Blaine's turn, which made sense since he had the larger house. After their parents incredibly messy divorce Blaine's mum got the house.

"Look!" Shouted Brittany from underneath the bed. She was staring wide eyed at a half naked picture of Kurt Hummel in a magazine she'd been reading. Everyone loved the teenage heart throb, all the girls wanted him and the boy's wanted to be him. There were even some boy's that also wanted him, Blaine being one of those boys. Sadly for the female population, but not for Blaine, Kurt was openly gay. However he always seems to shamelessly flirt with all the women that interview him.

He has an amazingly smooth voice that is slightly higher pitched than the average female, but that only makes him ever more unique . People all over the world love him because he is so proud and confident on who he is, and makes some less self excepting people except themselves.

"It says that the people from the BBC want him for the forth judge for this year's X factor!" Quinn shrieked jumping up and down on the bed. "Blaine you HAVE to audition!" She told him. All three girls knew of Blaine's not so secret obsession with the glasz eyed singer. Blaine and the girl's were all part of their school's glee club so they knew of Blaine silky smooth voice. Blaine just chuckled nervously and he thought the idea over. He took the magazine from Quinn and read the article; She wasn't lying, it really did say that he was being asked to join the crew this year. Blaine's heart started soaring sky high as the idea of finally meeting his Idol in the flesh whirled round his head.

The three thing's in the world Blaine most loved; music, his girls and Kurt Hummel. He just had to try out, even if it was just for a laugh. The idea of it all was going round his head at the same time that all the nerves and worries started to kick in. What if he made a fool of himself, or forgot the lines, all in front of millions of people and most importantly; Kurt Hummel!

"No way guy's" He chuckled nervously, he swallowed the lump in his throat quickly. "I mean It's Kurt freakin Hummel" Blaine tried to reason, but the girls just smirked, knowing that they would eventually get their way and he would cave in and go.

Quinn and Brittany were about to tickle Blaine until he gave in but Santana said the least expected thing to ever say; "I'll audition aswel!" Santana said and all eyes went to her. Brittany and Quinn just laughed as Santana glared at them.

"Why would you go?" Quinn asked, still shaking from laughter.

"Because Hummel's hot and I can sing just as good, if not better than eyebrow's over here" Santana snapped giving them all glares. All of the girls thought about it for a while and they all thought the same thing.

"We should audition as a group!" Quinn exclaimed, starting to jump on the bed in a laughing fit. Soon everyone else was on the bed and jumping with her, they all knew that whatever would happen, that this would be the best single decision they'll ever make.

There were two sharp knocks on Kurt's dressing room door.

"Yes?" Kurt Hummel replied to the person as he applied a faint coat of blusher. The door swung open and a team of 3 camera crews and a man with a microphone came bustling in the star's dressing room. It was only half an hour before Kurt was supposed to go on stage but he welcomed them all in. Kurt was well known for his soft and caring characteristics. The very first thing he did with the small amount of money he earned from his first single was; giving it all to a LGBT campaign in Oxford where he was born and raised. He then gave his father a house and donated a large sum of money to the art departments in all the schools in Oxford shire.

"How may I help you?" Kurt asked politely as he took out a stool for the man with the microphone to sit on. The singer sat composed and smart as they all bombarded him with the flashing lights and massive equipment. The man with the microphone pushed it towards his mouth.

"Can you tell us, if you will, are you going to be the last judge on the X factor this year Mr Hummel?" He asked him quickly. Kurt simply smiled and shook his head.

"Please call me Kurt, and as for your question I have just been asked only this morning and I have not yet come to a decision. I will be talking to my Manager Mrs. Howard to discuss it." Kurt explained whilst clearing away his make up into little compartments in his bag. The man nodded and kept asking questions about Kurt's newest album called 'two sided' that came out two days previously/

"I am very pleased with the fan's reaction to the songs as I only want to send out my message that everyone is equal and should be treated the same. Tonight I will be performing two songs from the album and I'll be doing a cover of a few other artists songs as well" He informed them. The conversation went on for a few more minutes, until Henry who was one of the stage managers came in with his clip board and headset; he told Kurt that he needed to get behind the curtain. They cut the interview short and the cameras stopped rolling. The crews left quickly with Kurt and Henry going out the backstage door leading to the stage.

Kurt got behind the curtain and took a few minutes to take a few calming breaths whilst putting on his headset. Everytime he is about to perform in front of any sized croud he always starts to panic. He sometimes sings a little tune but this time he just breathed in deeply before jumping up and down on the spot. Henry came back to tell him he had 5 more seconds.

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The curtain started to rise and 1 million screaming fans all were faced with their number one idol. Kurt smiled as he walked forward into the center of the stage. The music started and the opening bar's to Kurt favorite song at the moment started.

"This is the last time you say, After the last line you break, It's not even a holiday, Nothing to celebrate. You give a hundred reasons why, And you say you're really gonna try. If I had a nickel for everytime, I'd own the bank.

Thought that I was the exception, I could have rewrite your addiction, You could've been the greatest, But you'd rather get wasted.

You fall asleep during foreplay, 'Cause the pills you take, are more your forte. I'm not sticking around to watch you go down. Wanna be your lover, not your fucking' mother. Can't be your savior, I don't have the power. I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain, Watch you circle the drain, Watch you circle the drain.

You say you have to write your rhymes, Whatever helps you sleep at night You've become what you despise, A stereotype You think you're so rock and roll, But you're really just a joke. Had the world in the palm of your hands, But you fucking choked Should've been my team mate, Could've changed your fate, You say that you love me, You won't remember in the morning.

You fall asleep during foreplay, 'Cause the pills you take, are more your forte. I'm not sticking around to watch you go down. Wanna be your lover, not your fucking mother. Can't be your savior, I don't have the power. I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain, Watch you circle the drain, Watch you circle the drain.

You fall asleep during foreplay, 'Cause the pills you take, are more your forte. I'm not sticking around to watch you go down. Wanna be your lover, not your fucking mother. Can't be your savior, I don't have the power. I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain, Watch you circle the drain, Watch you circle the drain. Watch you circle the drain, Watch you circle the drain. You fall asleep during foreplay, 'Cause the pills you take, are more your forte. I'm not sticking around to watch you go down.