Blaine Anderson comes from a family that is--to put it simply--made of money. He is an only child, which comes to a surprise to many people who get to know him. He doesn’t “act like an only child” is what they say. He’s honest and hardworking. He likes pleasing others and hates it when he is seen as a disappointment. Blaine hates being looked down on.

Especially when it comes to family.

That’s the reason why he has chosen his current career path. Music Therapy is a wonderful choice and he couldn’t be happier with his decision. Honestly, he could care less what he’s doing as long as music is a part of his life somehow. It always has been and Blaine intends on keeping it that way. Some may say that it’s him giving in to his father’s wishes, but Blaine thinks otherwise. He’s happy with his choice, really.

However, that doesn’t go for the more personal decisions of his life.

When Blaine was a freshman in high school, he started going through big changes, as most boys his age did. Everybody had boyfriends and girlfriends. Everybody was sharing their first kisses and going to house parties. Everyone was growing up, basically. Finally realizing that there’s life outside of their parents’ home. There’s pretty girls who look surprisingly curvier than usual and young men who lost their baby fat over the summer.

Only, Blaine wasn’t really attracted to these curvy girls. He didn’t find himself chasing after the long, soft hair and smooth, slender arms. He found his interest in other boys. It was strange, really, and difficult to come to terms with. But Blaine accepted this about himself rather quickly.

And then he met Jeremiah at The Lima Bean. He was the most handsome boy Blaine had ever seen. Long and blonde curly hair. A strong jaw. Pretty, light eyes. He was perfection in Blaine’s eyes. He was a senior. They hit it off pretty quickly and Blaine learned in a few days that Jeremiah was gay, too. Blaine had to keep himself from jumping for joy on the spot, to keep himself from looking like a complete fool.

Blaine and Jeremiah never dated. They did, however, spent a lot of time together. Blaine was almost positive he would have his first boyfriend his first year of high school. That is, until his father found out about his feelings for Jeremiah. Somehow, his father found out Blaine kissed the older boy one night after going out for some coffee. It was a quick, two second kiss. But someone saw. And someone told his dad.

Blaine’s father wasn’t angry. No. He was disappointed which Blaine believed was worse. He told Blaine what he was feeling was just a phase. One that will pass. He told Blaine that he was just confused and that he just needed to find himself a nice girlfriend. Blaine, of course, listened to his father like he always had.

He listened, but he didn’t agree.

Blaine went through high school without a girlfriend or a boyfriend. It was something he didn’t really have time for, though. The school found out about Blaine’s kiss with Jeremiah and the news spread around the school like wildfire. Blaine was bullied and picked on constantly. It was painful and emotionally scarring. After transferring to Dalton, his parents sent Blaine to a therapist who he saw every week for a year. Eventually, most of those internal wounds faded, but there were still some scars and Blaine was sure that they would remain there forever. He just tried not to think about it.

It was his first year of college that Blaine met the girl who would break his heart after three months. It was stupid, letting himself get so close to this girl. He was never really in love with her, but he shared his first sexual encounter with her; his first hand job. It was magnificent having someone else touch him that way. But, that was pretty much all that happened until she decided to break up with Blaine because he wanted to take it slow. Because he didn’t want to go all the way after three months. Looking back at it now, it was ridiculous, really.

Blaine has been dating his current girlfriend for two months now. Blaine was hesitant, after the heart break he went through with his first girlfriend. Hell, he was hesitant because there was a little feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach. A strange feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. A feeling that was telling maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Blaine was away from home. Maybe he could try dating a guy. Of course, he decided against it because,

“Blaine, it’s a phase.”

He thinks he’s realized what that feeling was today, though. That feeling was telling him,

Blaine isn’t really heart broken. He knows better than that now. He’s just angry. No, he isn’t angry. He’s seething when he finds out. When he walks into her apartment to surprise her with some Chinese takeout and her favorite movie to find her giving some guy a fucking blowjob in the middle of her living room. He immediately throws the food and DVD on the floor and storms out the door. She calls him later that day to apologize but Blaine refuses to listen.

“You cheated on me,” he practically yells into the phone, “There is no explaining to be done. It’s over. And just--” He pauses, voice breaking, angry tears brimming in his eyes. “Don’t call me back, please,” he finishes, voice quiet before hanging up and turning off his phone.

He’s bitter and he’s angry. He feels so used and betrayed. It doesn’t matter if Blaine wasn’t in love with her. He’s been cheated on and lied to. That’s enough to make him cry angrily into his hands that night.

Blaine is exhausted the following day and thanks whatever higher power may be out there that he works at a coffee bar. Three shots of espresso later, Blaine is awake and wired, but still has that image from last night clawing at his mind. It’s disgusting and infuriating and he wishes his memory had a delete option. Unfortunately, it doesn’t. So, he needs to do his best to keep his mind preoccupied.

Halfway through his shift, he spots Kurt who is working on one of the window displays. For some reason, Blaine suddenly finds himself smiling.

Blaine likes Kurt. Like, a lot. In fact, he likes Kurt much more than he probably should. Blaine thinks that Kurt is quite possibly the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. And Blaine never knew that boys could be beautiful. He thought they were just handsome. Kurt has definitely proved Blaine wrong.

Blaine has never been happier to be proven wrong. Even if it’s indirect.

Right now, all Blaine wants to do is be in Kurt’s presence. He doesn’t even care if the boy doesn’t say a word to him. He just wants to be close to him and he wants to feel that calming, gentleness rolling off of this boy that he barely knows, yet feels he has known for years.

Blaine feels like he should be afraid of these feelings, but he’s not. Actually, he hasn’t felt anything more right since that night he kissed Jeremiah. It’s been so long and Blaine is almost immediately convinced that his dad was so wrong. It’s been years and Blaine is still attracted to men.

Especially men named Kurt Hummel who have beautiful voices and cute laughs and gorgeous smiles.

Blaine is a little surprised when Kurt is at the register a few hours later. Blaine is so incredibly happy to see him he almost forgets that he’s in a bad mood today. When Kurt steps up to the end of the bar, watching Blaine make his drink, he smiles. Blaine’s eyes catch Kurt’s for a moment and he gently returns the gesture.

“How are you?” Blaine asks finally.

It’s been a month since that awkward lunch they shared when Kurt told Blaine he was gay. Blaine has tried to forget it because he was almost positive he saw a hint of sadness--maybe even disappointment--flash in Kurt’s eyes that afternoon. Like maybe he didn’t like hearing that Blaine had a girlfriend. Blaine was taken a back when Kurt told him he was gay. He tried not to leap over the table and hug Kurt out of sheer joy, just knowing someone who was gay. Someone that Blaine could…maybe talk to.

He couldn’t though. He was afraid. He wasn’t sure.

But, damn it, these feelings were all so overwhelming, he was almost sure it had to be something. The way Blaine just felt when Kurt was around. It didn’t even compare to what he felt when he kissed girls.

“I’m fine,” Kurt responds, leaning against the counter. “Exhausted. I was up half the night working on a research paper.”

Blaine scrunches his nose up. “Ouch,” he says with a laugh before sliding the cup over to Kurt. “Sorry to hear that. Did you finish it, at least?”

“Of course, what kind of student do you think I am?” Kurt scoffs with a smile and Blaine laughs. God, he really, really likes Kurt.

“Hey, I was wondering…” Kurt begins slowly, sounding a little hesitant, “I got this gig singing at little café downtown. One of my friends knows the owner and they offered me to perform this weekend. If you’d like, you’re more than welcome to come.” Kurt pauses for a moment. “Unless you have plans with your girlfriend or some of your friends.”

Blaine’s heart skips a beat at the mention of his girlfriend and he desperately wants to blurt out that he dumped her, but he stops himself. This is definitely not the time to talk about something like that. So, instead, Blaine nods his head. “Sounds like fun. Where is it?”

And that’s how Blaine finds himself sitting in a cute little café, Saturday night, at a booth by himself with nothing but a glass of water to accompany him. He feels a little awkward sitting all alone. He kind of figures he should have brought a friend along, but it’s a little late for that now. Blaine then suddenly reminds himself that he’s here to see Kurt perform. And for some strange reason, he’s really excited to see what kind of singing voice his friend has because, really, he has the most beautiful speaking voice Blaine has ever heard.

Blaine’s heart skips a beat when he sees Kurt step onto the stage. Almost immediately, Kurt’s eyes find him and he lifts his hand delicately to wave at Blaine. Blaine can’t help but wave back happily.

He’s sure he likes Kurt way more than he probably should.