Blaine Anderson was the youngest and most successful writer for the New York Times in history. This of course, is all thank to his brother Cooper Anderson, who is a big business man on Walls Street. Blaine had his own office, his own desk, and was waiting on his promotion to Vice President of the paper soon. Blaine, as a twenty-one year old, has accomplished everything he could ever imagine of accomplishing. He sat at his desk and smiled at a picture of his family that was sitting on his desk. He leaned forward in his chair and ran his finger over his mother's face and grinned. He remember the day he got the call that both his mother and father had been in an accident. He heard only those words and caught the earliest flight back to Westerville, Ohio. When he and his brother arrived, they got the news that their parents had died two hours in the hospital before they had gotten there. A drunk driver hit them head on, and they both died of eternal bleeding seven months ago. Blaine came back to reality when his phone buzzed and rotated around on his desk. 

“Blaine Anderson, New York Times.” he said.

“Blaine Warbler, you little bastard!” the voice said and laughed.

“Sammy Boy!” Blaine exclaimed, “How is my ‘Male Model of the Year'?!”

Sam responded, “Never better, Blainey Boy! How is my ‘Almost V.P. of the New York Times?!”

Blaine chuckled and rubbed his forehead, “I'm doing alright! So Evans, what do I owe the pleasure of talking to you?”

“I'm coming to Manhattan night and staying the next week for a shoot, so I wanted to see if you wanted to go out tonight!” Sam said grinning on the other side of the phone.

Blaine had heard these words before. Whenever Sam Evans wanted to “go out” it either meant getting completely wasted at a bar, or going to a straight strip club. Blaine can't remember how many times he's seen the same girl dance on that pole. Or how many times he's been late to work because he was so hungover from the bar. Sam's idea of “fun night out” is Blaine's idea of “I just want to go home and watch Law and Order now.” and he knew where this was going.

“Uhmhm, Mr. Anderson??” Sam said in a deep voice, “You still there?”

Blaine quickly snapped back into the phone conversation, “Oh, yeah. Sorry, work stuff. Um, Sam, I don't think I can go partying tonight. It's Friday, and I have a big interview on Monday and I don't need to spend my weekend hungover... But some other..”

Same interrupted, “No no no, we aren't going out to get drunk, Blaine. We're doing something more YOUR style.”

Blaine raised his triangular eyebrows, “And what exactly is ‘my style', Evans?” 

Sam smirked, “I landed floor seats to your favorite Broadway show for tonight. Center stage.”

Blaine scooted up on the edge of his chair in excitement, “You got tickets to Wicked tonight?!”

Sam sighed, “Okay, I got tickets to your second favorite show...”

Blaine stood up, “You got tickets to Funny Girl tonight?!”

Sam leaned his head back and huffed, “Blaine, how many times a week do you change your favorite Broadway show?”

Blaine whispered, “They're all my favorite...”

Sam laughed, “I got tickets to see The Book of Mormon!”

Blaine gasped, “Shut. Up.”

Sam chuckled, “You're welcome! I thought you'd be pretty excited, and I couldn't think of anyone else to take! It starts at eight thirty.” 

“Pick me up at seven.” Blaine said with a smirk, and then hung up.

Blaine grabbed his bag off the hook and took his coat off the coatrack, and turned the lights off to his office while shutting the door. He turned around and put on his coat and slung his bag over his shoulder and headed down the hall towards the elevator. He pressed the down arrow and waited for the elevator doors to open. Okay, I have exactly 3 hours until Sam is coming to get me. I think I'll have enough time to shower and find a decent outfit. The door opened and Blaine walked in and pressed the G button for Ground Level. Blaine's office was on the forty third floor,  so he had some time to think about hit outfit while he was waiting. He contemplated the different bow ties that would go with certain suits, but couldn't make his mind up. Suddenly, he watched the digital monitor count down from three, two, one, and he started straightening his bow tie and slid his hands down his coat before the monitor read G, and the doors opened, revealing the crowded lobby. The marble floors were covered with people rushing from one side of the building to the other. Blaine walked quickly past the front desk and got several good evenings, and he responded the same. He squeezed though a group of people to reach the automatic circular revolving doors. Blaine stepped inside one of the little portals and stepped outside the building. He smiled and closed his eyes to take in a large breath of fresh air before walking down the many cement stairs to his chauffeurs car waiting at the bottom. 

“Hello, Mr. Anderson! How was your day?” said the older British man.

“James, I told you to call me Blaine. You're like a grandfather to me for Christ's sake!' Blane laughed and hugged James.

James smiled and chuckled, “That is true, sir. And it is an honor.” he let go of Blaine and opened the door for him.

“Thank you, James.” Blaine slid across the leather seats andJames shut the door and headed over to the driver's seat and climbed in.

“Where to, Mr.... Blaine.” James corrected, and looked at him throught the rear-view mirror.

“Home, James. Sammy is taking me out tonight and I have to get ready as soon as possible.”

James pulled away from the curb and headed in the direction of Blaine's apartment, “Sammy?” he said, “What trouble is he going to get you into now??”

Blaine smirked, “None actually. We're going to see a Broadway show tonight at eight thirty.”

James scoffed, “Well, that's quite unusual for Mr. Evans, wouldn't you say?”

“Honestly, it is. But I'm just going with it this time.” Blaine laughed.

“What show are you going to see?” James said while making a turn.

“The Book of Mormon!” Blaine said rather loudly.

“Ahhhhh, I heard that that show is the best one to see right now, actually. It's sold out three weeks in a row. They have some new young boy playing the lead who is apparently the next upcoming Broadway miracle.” James explained to Blaine.

Blaine was busy typing out a text to his brother, bragging about all the work he got done before his deadline, but responded to James, “As long as I get to go to this show, I'll be happy. I haven't gotten a chance to relax in weeks with all of these deadlines.”

James didn't say anything and kept to himself while pulling up to Blaine's apartment building, “Here we are, Blaine.” He got out and opened the door for Blaine.

Blaine slid out of the car and patted James on the shoulder while James was shutting the door, “I'll see you soon, J.” he said while skipping up the stairs and entering through the sliding glass doors of the building.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson.” the front of the house said to Blaine as he passed by the desk and scanned his ID.

Blaine nodded and smiled and made his way towards the elevator. He once again pressed the up button and awaited for the elevator while looking at his watch. The doors opened for him and he stepped inside, pressing the twenty-ninth floor button. Blaine bout the only apartment on that floor, considering it WAS the whole twenty-ninth floor. He wanted something large, but Blaine added his own twist to things. He rode the elevator to his floor, and scanned his ID and pressed his thumb on the keypad to unlock his apartment door. Stepping inside, he smiled and smelt the inside of his lovely home. Most apartments in this building were nicely furnished and everything was white. While floors, white couches, white walls; Blaine's was more his style though. When you entered Blaine Anderson's apartment you felt a rushing comfort and warmness of your own home. Yes, he did indeed have very nice appliances and other materials, but it wasn't stereotypical. 

As soon as you walked in the door was the kitchen to your left. Dark brown cabinets covered the blood red walls, black granite tops covered every inch of counter top space, stainless steel appliances that were brand new in several areas, and dark hardwood flooring to walk on. It was his most favorite room of the house, because of it's largeness, and he loved to bake. Across from the kitchen was a bar. Stocked with a full wall of the finest wines in all of the world. Blaine didn't get drunk often, but he loved his wine collections. Blaine walked past these room and walked down the two steps that opened up and revealed his massive living/entrainment space. He had a chocolate leather couch that wrapped all the way around the room, which complimented the navy blue walls. Blaine slipped his shoes off and slid his feet around on the soft long carpet that he loved so dearly, and plopped down on the couch. In front of him was his seventy-two inch flat screen television hanging on the wall, complete with his X-box, Wii, PS2, PS4, and VCR/DVD player. A bookshelf covered the left wall completely, stretching all the way from corner to corner. It of course contained Blaine's stash of games. Hundreds filled a portion of the bookshelf. Another portion was stacked with DVD's of everything from Harry Potter, The Hobbit, America's Next Top Model, Law and Order, NCIS, The Office, Glee, almost every Broadway show in history, and countless others. Two shelves he had dedicated to all of his Disney movies in alphabetical order. On the far side of the bookshelf, he had multiple rows of vinyl record albums that he himself had bought, and also some that he inherited from his parents. His record player sat on a shelf beneath them, and he craved to listen to Barbra Streisand every second of every day. In the middle of the bookshelf contained all of his books from the top to the bottom. Everything from biographies to fiction, Blaine had it. He loved to read and explore the world though books. 

After taking a minute to get his thoughts together, Blaine got up off the couch and picked up his shoes. He walked back up the two stairs and down the hallway that led to the bedrooms and bathrooms. He had four guest bedrooms and bathrooms for his friends and relatives, but at the end of the hall, was his own little piece of paradise: his room. As soon as you walk in you can smell the incense that he burnt before work that smelt of vanilla bean, and his dark brown carpet that felt like clouds under your feet. He had a double King size bed covered in pillows of all sorts, with a yellow and red plaid comfort on top of it. The head board and foot board were cast-iron railing that he had hand designed and sent in to an artist to make. He had pictures framed of the city above his bed, and across from is, all of his trophies from high school on five shelves covering the wall. He won talent shows and Glee Club Nationals years in a row, and cherished all of those moments. Blaine walked into his walk in closet and climbed up the sliding ladder to hang his coat on the top shelf. Being five foot seven for his age made it necessary for a ladder to roll him around his room of clothes. He rolled over to his suit collection and pondered at which one he should wear or this evening. Blaine ended up choosing his Khaki suit by Club Monaco, accompanied with his white long sleeved dress shirt to go underneath. He stepped down the stairs and rolled the ladder over to his bow tie collection, and decided on the green one by Rag & Bone. After gathering his cloths, he laid them down on his bed and walked back into his closet space to pick out his shoes. Blaine decided on his black dress shoes by Salvatore Ferragamo. Finally, he opened up his drawer to reveal endless pocket square, and he chose the white one with blue trimming by The Tie Bar. He took the final touches of his wardrobe out into his bedroom and sat them on his bed. Knowing that he had an hour before Sam came, Blaine decided to take a quick shower to make sure he really was sporting his best look. 

After styling his hair to the perfect quiff and shaving to the nearest perfection, Blaine stepped out of the bathroom and began to assemble his attire. After getting completely dressed, he admired his tux in his stand-up mirror and straightened his bow tie one more time. He grabbed his shoes and headed towards the bar are and sat in one of the bar stools to put on his shoes. Checking his watch, he realized Sam would be at his apartment in five minutes. He quickly laced up his shoes and tucked his pocket square into his pocket, and then suddenly he heard Katy Perry blasting through the speaker of his apartment. Sam was here. He didn't regret getting Teenage Dream programmed as his doorbell tone, and hummed along every time. He walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Sam singing and dancing along to the song, Blaine just stood against the door frame and watched for a second before speaking up.

“Having fun, there?” he said while letting out a laugh.

“Sam jumped and cleared his throat, “Oh no man, I was just seeing if this suit would...”

Blaine interrupted, “Don't even try to cover this one up, You do it every time. I see you through the peep-hole in the door.”

“Whelp, that's embarrassing.” Sam said while fixing his hair back into place and blushing.

“It's actually no big deal. Everyone does it. Even room service!” Blaine let out a laugh and so did Blaine.

“On that note,” Sam said, “let's go before I do something even more stupid than that.”

Blaine smirked and shut the door, following Sam to the elevator. It opened up for them and they rode it down to the front lobby, passing men coming in from work, and weaving through people to get to outside. They exited the building and walked down the steps and towards Sam's limo as his driver opened the door for the both of them. The men thanked the gentleman and slid into the limo.

Sam smiled and turned on the radio and lowered the partition, “To Broadway showing of The Book of Mormon, please Jeffery.” Sam said and rose the partition back up smiling at Blaine,

Blaine stretched his legs out, “I can't wait to see this play. I heard it's got a great new talent.”

Sam smiled to himself as the driver pulled away and started towards the theatre while pouring some Champaign into two glasses, “Oh trust me, I did my research.”