"Katie Girl, I know you're in a meeting right now but I wanted to let you know that I miss you and I love you...  call me when you get this okay?  I've got to shoot again soon but....  please just call me.  I miss you."

Grant sighs as he hangs up his phone, fighting the urge to run his hand through his overly gelled hair.  Hair and makeup would absolutely KILL HIM if he messed it up now. Especially after it took them so long just to get it just right.

Why his character needs to have his hair so styled is beyond him.

It could be worse.  He could have his practically plastered to his head like how Darren's is done up right now.

Gel helmet.

That's what his character is.

Darren Criss is 'Gel Helmet' Blaine Anderson.

Grant's fingers twitch once again, needing to rake through his hair.  Wanting so desperately to free it from its gel prison.  But he doesn't.  Because he's a committed actor.

Or at least he's trying to be.

Instead he wanders aimlessly over towards the craft services table. Silently perusing the food and drinks the crew has set out for the cast.

Just as he pops a carrot stick in his mouth he hears the whispers behind him. 

"He's hot.  And tall."

"One of those new Warblers they brought in for this season."

Grant slowly turns around coming face to face with two girls wearing those red cheerleading uniforms he's seen walking around set a lot.

And suddenly he's more like himself again and less like his overconfident character.  A fresh blush crawling up his cheeks as he gives them a shy smile and an awkward wave.

"Hey...."

The olive skinned brunette smirks at him then turns to her blonde counterpart. 

"Look, we've made him blush."

Grant internally face palms as he wills himself not to sound so unprofessional.

"Nope.  It's just too warm, these blazers do nothing for temperature regulation.  Anyway....   I'm Grant, playing."

The blonde gives him a sunny smile as she interrupts his introductions.

"Sebastian Smythe, troublemaker extraordinaire.  We know.  She's Naomi.  And I'm Hannah..."

Somewhere in the distance a voice calls out for the Cheerios to come to set. Both girls turn to leave. 

Grant goes to turn back towards the table of food until a voice beckons his attention.

"Don't be a stranger, cutie."

Hannah, the blonde, shoots him a wink before she hurries fully away.  Her high ponytail swishing behind her.