She can't help to be excited as she leaves her car; the story is good and she knows it's going to be next issue's cover; but she's also excited because she's genuinely interested. She just knows the headline, why she's there, but she wants to hear what the boy has to say.

The coffee shop Blaine picked is small and cozy and smells heavenly. It's also closed to the general public for another couple of hours. The kid (he would probably hate her for calling him that and she's probably not a decade older than him, but damn if he looks young) sits in the corner of the shop, eyes on the street. She stops before he sees her, taking a minute to take him in: His hands struggle to put the lid of his coffee cup on, probably the only indication that he may not be as calm as he looks. Even though there's something about his expression that extols youth, his hair completely gelled down, the bowtie, everything about the way he presents himself speaks of an inecessary formality. She's even more curious now to figure him out.

She walks to him and greets him, introducing herself. Blaine immediately offers to order for her as she settles. When he's back she has taken out her tablet and is ready to start recording. She doesn't press rec yet, though.

"Is there anything in particular you want me to avoid or something you want to ask off record before we start?" As she asks she can clearly see the surprise in his eyes. He was not expecting that question.

There's a second, he does stop to consider the option. "I don't think so, not something I can think of."

"Ok, great. Let's start talking about the show and the movie you have coming and we'll just jump right in, ok? I'll be guiding you there but I want you to have control on what it is that you want being said." She doesn't usually say this much, doesn't give the intervieved that much power over what she does but she figures the situation is different. What is said here has a bigger impact that what she would usually write about and she undestands he's already putting a lot in her hands. It seems only fair.

It's clear that Blaine wasn't expecting that either, though. "Yeah, that... that sounds good." He says looking surprised.

"So, you have a movie coming out soon, right?"

"Yes, it's called 'Unexpected'. It premieres right before Christmas. I'm pretty excited about it. My character is a musician and I love making music and singing, it was a thrill to get to do that again." His eyes shine with passion as he talks.

"It was filmed here in New York. Is it a typical Chritsmas rom-com?"

"It really isn't. I mean, it's set in New york at Chritsmas but that turns to be just the setting, there's a twist to it. There's really something unexpected about it aside from the title." He smiles. "That was a silly pun."

It turns out, it's impossible not to smile back at his sweet expression.

"Tell me a bit about the show. It was an immediate succes."

"God, yes. I knew it was a good story and there were expectations about what Zooey was doing next, but I didn't see this coming. It's amazing, and I'm having such a great time."

"It looks like it. You and the girls seem to have become quite close. Did you know them already?"

"No, I didn't but we hit it off in no time. I'm going to confess I did have a huge admiration and maybe a small celebrity crush on Zooey but I hadn't actually met her before." He answers. "It's okay, she knows that." He adds quickly, dismissing it with another smile and rolling his eyes a bit. "I didn't know much about Lucy but she is really sweet and fun to be around. The three of us, we're kind of like siblings now." He says fondly.

He looks as if he's going to say something more but he doesn't. It's that what makes her ask, out of the blue, "Do they know?"

Blaine's eyes widen but he clearly realizes what she's asking on the spot. He seems to be doubting whether or not to answer.

"That was out of pure curiousity, you don't have to answer. But I won't use it if you do." She explains, now curious as to why he doesn't want to answer and therefore wanting the answer even more. Even if it's just to try and figure him out.

He looks up at her and makes a decision. "I told both of them a few days ago because I didn't want them to hear it on the news and they have been huge supporters since then. It's not that I mind the fact that they knew being out there, but I don't want them to be dragged into a battle they didn't sign out for."

She's impressed and nodds to make it clear she gets it.

Blaine seems to have more to say now that he has started. "I'm out to everyone who actually knows me. I don't come out to people I work with for obvious reasons but family, extended family, friends, exes, manager, publicity team, chauffer... everyone who is sort of a permanent fixture in my life knows."

"I'm glad you keep your driver posted." She jokes.

He laughs. "The guy has driven me to dates and he's really cool. I thought he deserved an explanation."

"So, everyone who matters knows, why keep it hidden until now?" She asks.

"Oh, it's not the same at all. I mean, when I got my first job at "Amy & Chase" I thought someone was going to out me anyway, I was out to my whole high school so I thought one of them was going to tell, you know. So I was convinced it was too risky to put myself out there so early in my career that I was not going to do it by myself, but I thought someone was... But it never happened and by then I had gotten so caught up in what it would mean. I knew I wasn't ready at all to be like, the poster boy for bisexuality, so I kind of shoved myself back to the closet."

"You were out in high school? Tell me about that. Since when did you know you were bi?"

"In some way I was never fully into the closet, I guess it can be said I was questioning since middle school. I realized back then that I was atracted to boys and even I, then, thought 'Well, that would mean I'm gay, right?'. But I knew I wasn't, I wasn't supposed to be atracted to girls if that was the case and I was atracted to them. I was still struggling with all of that when I changed schools for my freshman year of high school. I went to an all-boys school with a no bullying policy, it was supposed to be like gay heaven. However, I was still as excited as all of the straight boys when our sister school was visiting." He explains. "I felt safe to look for myself in there- which I undertand is really not common- and it was never a secret when I figured out that what I actually was, was bi."

"You said you weren't ready to be the poster boy for bisexuality a few years ago. Does that mean you're now?"

He smiles. "I kind of hope we don't need one but I'm done living in a lie and I'm okay with standing up against whatever may come at me from now on. My priorities weren't different before but I was scared to step up for them, I've reached a point where it's enough for me . I don't believe in hidding who I am, I never have - there's nothing wrong with who I am. I need to get this out of my chest in order to feel free to just be me. I have waited enough and it's what feels right for me now. I'm so done biting my tongue when I speak."

"That happens a lot?"

"Bitting my tongue? It happens enough, I'm impulsive. It doesn't happen much in the sense of the wrong pronoum slipping but I have caught myself starting to tell a story that I shouldn't be telling if I don't want to give myself away."

"Any one in particular that you wanna share?"

"Not really, but I can tell you that I had a boyfriend back in high school and I have found myself telling a story and having to be careful to say 'my date' every single time I mentioned him because I refused to actually change the pronoum and say it was a girl."

"And they didn't caught up with what you were doing?" She asks suspisciously.

"I'm good at sounding really formal, they just thought I was weird."

They laugh.

"Okay, let's put this on words, you're attracted to both women and men?"

"Yes, I'll say I have the potential to be sexually or romantically attracted to either women or men. That's the definition I'd rather go by. There are a lot of misconceptions on the subject and even the definition could be diferent for others." He explains serious. "The concept is, in my opinion, more sexualized that it should be. Just because I'm capable of being aroused by men and women does not mean I'd sleep with everything that moves. I'm a relationships kind of guy." He's leaning forward and moving his hands as he speaks. "It also does not mean that I'm attracted to both in exact equal parts, identifying as bisexual doesn't mean having to keep it even."

"That was educational. It's hard to get people to understand?" She asks.

"Sadly, it's still harder that I would want it to be, people just think you're confused or using it as way to hide that you're gay by trying to blend in. They like to put you in boxes, you're A and C and that means you're neither B nor D, sexuality seems to be one of the things you can sort like that until sexual identities like bisexuality get in the mix. Or they just think it's a phase. The thing is, if I find myself in a long lasting relationship with someone, their gender would not mean me picking, if I marry a man at some point of my life I won't be coming out as gay by doing so, it won't change the fact that I'm bi. It would just mean that there's someone I fell in love with."

"Then, let's hope you are making it easier for that people to understand."

"Let's hope so. I'm doing this mostly for personal reasons, but it would make me happy if it helps to get the message across."

"What I also get from that explanation is that you're quite a romantic."

"I don't think I'm good at romance, but the right person can make me want to really try." He smiles.

"You sound in love."

"Maybe I am."

"You know I have to ask, then. Do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend right now?" She asks, it's clear from the acentuation of the question that she asking which one he has.

"Yes, I do." Blaine says and he winks.

She knows asking forward is like rule number one in her profession but she just smiles at him. She has more than enough for a good story, no one has to know she didn't push.

"I think we're done." She says, placing her empty cup back on the table.

"Oh, are we?" There's surprise and grattitude in his little smile. However, there's something in his expression that suggests that the events of the morning are starting to get to him. As if he can finally feel the heavy backpack he's leaving behind and he needs some time to ajust to the lightness of finally having let that weight go.

"Unless there's anything else you want to say I think I'm done." She says, giving him a few minutes.

"I think I'm good." He says finally.