CHAPTER 1

Blaine, Reed, Thad and Scott were all sitting around Blaine's dining table at 9pm on a Saturday night.

"Come on man! I really can't be in here anymore! You NEED to get out, you need to move the fuck on!" Reed practically screamed.

"Move on? What are you talking about?" Blaine replied raising one of his triangular eyebrows.

"Oh, come on don't talk crap." Scott chimed in.

"We all know you haven't had a night out in the two months since you've been single, you need to get out and mingle man! So many people will wanna be tapped the fineness that is Blaine Anderson."

"Thad, come on, you're the reasonable one here, help me out?" Blaine pleaded.

"Nope, not this time. They are right."

"Ahhhhh, fine. This ONCE. But not a strip club guys. I'm still scarred from 6 months ago."

Blaine walked off in the direction of his bathroom, presumably to be 'freshening up'.

Reed turned to Scott and Thad almost instantly.

"Alright, here's the plan. We. Get. Him. Laid! He's so screwed up. I know people that have been cheated on before, but they at least leave the house, he orders is food shopping ONLINE! He's taken a two month holiday from work. I mean, seriously, if that's not screwed up, I don't know what is."

"That's so true," Scott agreed.

"I didn't think he'd take it this bad, he's always been so strong and so quick to brush things off, it hurts to see Blaine like this."

"He scarred boys. He doesn't know how to move on, it was his first serious relationship and then it just got screwed over. Its a good thing he wasn't fully in love, or I'm sure he'd do something like end his life." Thad put out.

"No, he wouldn't go that far would he?" Reed asked wide eyed and frantic.

"You never know guys, this wasn't even love, this was just consistent lust on his account, I'd be scared when he's in love" Scott said quietly.

Blaine took that moment to enter the room,

"Come on then, you're the ones moaning at me and you're all still sitting down!"

With Blaine's agreement they went to a club called 'Lasers' about 15 minutes from Central park. While they were lining up outside, a bunch of what seemed like high school girls were in line in front of them.

"Do they really think they're gonna get in?" Thad said with a dry voice.

"They look about 12." Blaine said deadpanned.

Much to their delight of being right, the girls didn't get in with their fake ID's.

When they got in they headed straight to the bar. Blaine ordered 3 beers, a Shirley temple for Thad & 12 shots.

"FIRST SHOT" Scott shouted,

"To friends!"

They all clashed the shot glasses together and drank them, then reached for the second.

"To Life!" Reed said happily.

They repeated the clash and drank.

"Third shot, to moving on and starting fresh!" Blaine screamed at the top of his voice.

After that, feeling slightly refreshed, Blaine reached for his beer & took a swig.

"Ahhh, the beauty of alcohol" he said smiling.

A tall, long legged blonde walked over to where Blaine was standing, she bent over the bar and fluttered her eye lashes in Blaine's general vicinity.

"Hey, gorgeous" She said in a flirtatious tone of voice.

To say she wasn't one of the sexiest women Blaine had ever seen would be a lie. She was GORGEOUS, tall, big breasts, bright blonde hair and bright green eyes. She looked like she'd just jumped out of a VHM magazine.

"Hey, yourself " He said with a wink.

He could make any girl swoon, he was a freaking sex god! She extended one of her long legs & rubbed it up and down Blaine's calf.

"We should dance, you look like someone who's got a whole lot of moves to show me" she bit her bottom lip and looked Blaine up and down with lust filled eyes.

"I would babe, but right now I wanna be alone, see you around though."

With that she gave him a small shrug and walked off.

" WTF dude! She was fucking gorgeous! If you didn't wanna dance with her atleast give her to me or something?" Scott said throwing his hands around wildly.

"Oh, please. All the women want me, not you." With a wink Blaine walked off towards the dance floor but not on it.

The music thumping through the club suddenly came to a stop.

"Alright, alright people! I got a little something for you right now! Karaoke time! We're only gonna do it for an hour! So get your names up if you wanna have a go, peace out!" The DJ stated.

The music started up again, a much faster song so Blaine decided to get out on the floor and dance.

As soon as his feet hit the floor he felt free, at ease and dare he say it, happy. Women from left right and centre started grinding up against him, he wasn't in the mood to push them off, but he also didn't want anyone right now, he wanted to be alone, but still he just carried on like he was on auto-pilot.

Glad to know he still had the looks and the moves after such a disastrous and boring relationship, he let himself be sucked into the music. Once it stopped and the DJ spoke again, he realised it was Karaoke time.

"Okay, first up, we got our usual little star, I give you, Kurt! Give it up people!" He shouted. Cheers and hoots from all around the club began.

Blaine looked round, taking in the atmosphere.

He began to wonder where his friends were, he couldn't see them anywhere. He was snapped out of his thoughts when this 'Kurt' began to sing, so he turned back round.

He froze.

Stuck still on one spot.

How could this be.

"Do you feel this, I know you feel this. Are You ready? I don't think so" the man sang.

A jolt of energy pushed through Blaine as he made his way towards the stage, he had no idea what was going on. The song continued..

"I see you lookin at me ,Like I'm some kind of freak! Get up out of your seat, Why don't you do somethin'?"

The man was sliding his hands up and down of the microphone stand & Blaine was transfixed.

What was happening?

And then the man was staring right at Blaine.

"I see you lookin' over here Cant you tell I'm havin' fun?

If you care like I know You would stop starrin' at us

And get your own space And do somethin'"

Blaine visibly swallowed and sweat starting building around his eye brows. He stared at this man's perfect hair, fitted clothing, the way you could see his perfectly toned stomach through his tight white V neck. Perfect pink lips that were turned up into a smirk. This man was beautiful.

"I see you lookin' at me, Like I'm some kind of freak! Get up out of your seat! Why don't you do somethin'?

I see you lookin' at me Like I got what you need Get out of your seat, Why don't you do somethin'?"

The song came to an end and everyone around Blaine cheered while he stood still.

He was watching the little beads of sweat falling down this perfect man's face.

Kurt looked over and saw Blaine staring. He winked, whether or not it was at Blaine he'd never know. But somewhere deep inside he hoped it was for him.

The next song started up and Blaine snapped out of his little trance.

What was going on?

The thoughts in his head shouldn't be there. He needed air, or more drinks, or anything to stop him from thinking like this. He just called that man beautiful. He watched his body move so gracefully, he imagined how soft his pale porcelain skin would be. But he shouldn't. Because...

Blaine Anderson is straight.