"Blaine?" the voice from the other side of the call said. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah." He managed to choke out after a second. He was still stunned from what had just heard. "Let me get this straight- you want to produce my album?"

"If it does well, more than just this album, Blaine."

"But-" he said, struggling for the right words, "-why me?"

"They loved you as an opening act for Jake and Mercedes! People want to hear more of what you have, and frankly, so do I."

When Blaine didnt say anything for a moment, the voice began to speak again. "Its obvious youve got talent. Youre clearly going places, and Id like to help you get there. So what do you say, Blaine? Are you in?"

Jake smacked Blaines shoulder to snap him out of the trance he was0 in "Yes- yes, thank you so much sir! I look forward to working with you!"

"I look forward to working with you too, Mr. Anderson." The phone line went dead and he set his phone down on the table.

"Well?!" Jake asked him after a minute of watching him smile to himself.

"I got a record deal!" Blaine exclaimed to Jake, who didnt even look the least bit surprised. 

"Well duh, of course you did!" Jake said smiling. "You freaking have talent pouring out of your ears!"

Blaine chuckled, "Thanks."

"In honor of your growing success," Jake said with a wink and a chuckle as Blaine rolled his eyes, "Drinks on me!" 

Everyone at the table cheered as Jake pulled Blaine off his seat and began making his way over to the bar. Blaine let out an exasperated sigh, but the smile on his face showed how happy he truly was. He picked up his phone and was starting to follow Jake and the rest of his friends who were already on their way over to the bar, when suddenly something crashed into him. His phone went flying out of his hands, and as he reached down to pick it up, he saw that nearby stranger was doing the same. 

"I am so sorry!" the stranger said as they stood back up. "I wasnt paying attention."

Standing up alongside the stranger, he was able to get a better look at who was standing in front of him. The man standing there was a good 2 inches taller than him, clad in a white long sleeved dress shirt and a black vest. He wore tight black skinny jeans and black combat boots that seemed a bit warm for New Yorks current weather. His hair was combed into a perfect chestnut quiff, clearly having been meticulously styled and cared for. Finally, a pair of ocean blue eyes found his hazel ones, and Blaine felt his breath catch in his throat. He hoped the other man didnt notice. "Its okay. I wasnt either," Blaine replied quickly, hoping that his voice didnt squeak like he thought it did.

For a moment, the both of them just stared at each other without saying anything. Just as Blaine was about to say something to him, a woman with long dark hair and a skinny red dress came up behind the man and linked an arm through his. She raked her eyes over his frame, obviously sizing him up. "Sorry to interrupt, but I need to steal my best gay away for another drink and another round of dancing." 

Blaine raised an eyebrow at the woman. The man shot her a dirty look as she tried to pull him back towards the bar. He shot Blaine an apologetic glance, and Blaine laughed softly, waving him back towards his friends. "Thats okay, go have fun."

"Okay. Again, really sorry about everything," he said as he was pulled back towards the bar. Blaine laughed to myself, turning back around and walking over to Jake and the others. When he sat down, Jake was giving him a look. 

"What?"

"Whos the guy?"

"What guy?" he asked, acting as nonchalant as possible. 

"The guy that you were so obviously eye-fucking over there," Jake replied, sipping his drink.

"I was not," He shot back, taking the drink that was handed to him. 

"Sure," Jake snorted, rolling his eyes with a sense of sarcasm. He lifted his drink in the air towards Blaine and the guys around him, "To Blaines new record deal!" 

Everyone around him cheered, repeating the chant and taking a swig of whatever they were drinking. Blaine lifted his own drink up for a moment, silently complying with the toast to his small victory, and took a sip. But his little victory wasnt what occupied his thoughts. The only thing on his mind was the tall, handsome man, with the perfect chestnut hair and the clear blue eyes.

~

The plane back to LA was horrible. Being on tour for so long and going through so many time zones made it difficult for the jet lag to wear off. He had no concept of time at all, and all he knew was that that he would definitely be sleeping for a long time when he got home. Boarding the plane with Jake, he pulled out his phone for the first time since he bumped into the man at the bar. He smiled at the thought of him as his phone powered on, the bright screen illuminating face. He was so zoned out that he didnt even notice the different wallpaper or the fact that he didnt need to type in his passcode. He did, however, notice something was off when he went to text Wes about the news of his record deal. The usual messages between him, his friends, and his family were replaced by conversations with people he didnt even know.

"What the hell?!" He said, abruptly stopping in his tracks and staring down at the phone that was clearly not his.

"Whats wrong, Blaine?" Jake asked from behind him.

"This isnt my phone..." he said, scrolling down the list of conversations with unknown people.

"What do you mean this isnt your phone, Blaine...?" Jake asked slowly, eyebrow raised. 

"I mean, this clearly isnt my phone," He said, handing the device over to Jake. Blaine began walking faster through the airport in the direction of his car. If he didnt have his phone, then who did?

"Ah, Blaine?" Jake called from behind him. "Isnt this the guy from the bar?"

He whipped his head around so fast, he couldve sworn he got whiplash. He grabbed the phone from Jake, staring down at the screen. The photo gallery had been opened up, and sure enough, the tall boy with the perfect hair and the blue eyes was staring back at him from the photo. The picture looked like it had been taken earlier that night, seeing as the girls posed around him had the same outfits on. Blaine ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply, trying to calm himself down.

"A complete stranger on the other side of the country has my phone. My entire life is on that phone, Jake, what am I going to do?"

"Well," he answered hesitantly. "If it makes you feel any better, you have his phone, so its pretty much even."

Blaine just glared another and let out a breath. Jake grabbed his arm and started to push him towards the exit. "Lets just go home, and we can deal with it from there." The two of them walked out of the airport exit, only to be crowded around by twenty or so paparazzi reporters that had clearly been expecting them. Camera flashes started going off immediately, the lights blinding them both. A security guard came out of nowhere and escorted them over to the car that was waiting for them. They both waved thank you to the man and got inside, sighing in relief as they pulled away from the crowd of people that had been swarming around them. 

Blaine glanced back down at the phone he was holding, head still groggy from the flight, and just stared back at the boy on the lock screen. He let his mind wander for a moment, lingering on the idea he had in mind before deciding to take the risk. He unlocked the phone, pulled up the dial pad, and typed his own number in before pushing the call button. 

"What are you doing?" Jake hissed from the side. Blaine ignored him as the phone began to ring, making his heart pound. With every ring, he could feel his pulse begin to quicken. Finally after 2 or 3 more rings, it went to voicemail and the voice of the man began to speak. 

"Hello, youve reached Blaine Andersons voicemail box. If you wish to leave a message, leave your name and number, and Ill make sure to get back to you as soon as possible." 

The beep of the voicemail starting to record rang through the phone, and Blaine hung up without leaving a message. He dropped his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. Why did he have to be so damn clumsy?

~

When they finally got back to the house, they piled into the doorway, slammed the the door shut, and left their bags in the foyer. They both made a beeline for their rooms, neither of them even bothering to exchange a goodnight. Blaine stripped down to his undershirt and black boxers before climbing into bed and staring at the ceiling. 

He didnt sleep very well that night. He stared at the ceiling feeling anxious until he felt himself losing consciousness, only for a notification from the phone go off and wake him back up. The phone continued to make noise through the night, and he only finally passed out somewhere between 3 and 6 AM. 

He woke up the next morning with his room still completely dark, silently thanking himself that he had kept his blinds closed while he was gone. He rolled over in his bed to check the digital clock on his dresser, and the time read 11:30 AM in big red letters. He smiled happily; this was the longest he had slept in since the tour started. He rolled over in his bed and reached for his phone, only to remember the events of the previous night. This wasnt his phone. 

He picked it up hesitantly, and the screen lit up to display the smiling face of the boy and his friend. He unlocked it, just staring at the home screen for a moment before sighing and opening the dial pad. He typed in his phone number once more and pushed call button. He leaned back onto his bed, closing his eyes as he let it ring. This time, it only took one ring before someone picked up.  

"Hello?" a voice asked.