Blaine.

"And I just couldn't believe that had the audacity to say that my performance wasn't very strong. MINE. Can you believe that?! The little prick basically puts the damn audience to sleep when he's on stage and he has the balls to criticize ME. He's been jealous of me since 7th grade, when I got to play Danny in Grease and he had to play Eugene. It's obvious my talent outshines him; it outshines this entire pathetic school. Hell, it outshines this entire pathetic state. Its bullshit that I even have to put up with this, I'm a star, they should appreciate what they have. I mean really Blaine, MY PERFORMANCE WASN'T THAT STRONG. HA! Can you even believe that?! I made that show." Jeremiah went on, Blaine just tuned him out, as he usually did when Jer was like this. He tried to focus on the movie they were supposed to be watching. Blaine had been waiting for months for the new Harry Potter movie to come out and after much convincing; he managed to get Jeremiah there with him. But, as usual, Jeremiah spent the majority of the time talking about himself. Blaine was used to it by now, he had somehow mastered the art of muffling out Jer's voice and listening to the movie, only missing the small things. Tonight however, was not going well. Jer was loud and Blaine couldn't keep his focus on the movie for more than 10 minutes.

He sighed, I shouldn't have brought him. He thought to himself and shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth, completely giving up on the movie. He looked around the dark theatre, smiling at the different costumes that a group in the front was wearing. He suddenly was desperately wishing that he was sitting with them, eyes glued to the screen and mouth open in awe. He wished he was wearing his Harry glasses and he wished he had drawn on his lightning bolt scar; He wished he was having fun. But Jeremiah hated when Blaine dressed in his Potter costume. Saying it was embarrassing and immature when Blaine had tried it on for him one night when they had first started dating. Blaine had been so embarrassed he hid it in the bottom of his closet, and hadn't touched it since. But now, as he sat and looked around the theatre, he was sad. Everyone looked like they were having a good time, except him. Well, that's not 100% true. Blaine thought when noticing two boys in the back corner of the theatre. One of them had his hand down the others pants, his face buried deep into his neck. The other looked terrified; one hand trying to shove the boys arm out of his pants and the other trying to scoot away. He looked embarrassed, and overall miserable. Blaine frowned, Poor kid. The other boy didn't seem as sympathetic; he leaned away from his neck, and yelled something quietly in the boys face before shoving his hand harder into his pants and returning to his neck. The boy had gone pale, noticeably shaking, but didn't fight it anymore; he let the boy do what he wanted and looked straight ahead. Blaine was appalled; he wanted so desperately to help the boy. He fought the urge to run over, sweep the boy up into his arms and carry him as far away as possible, but that is ridiculous. He didn't even know this boy, and he had Jeremiah. Jeremiah, his boyfriend who he loved so deeply, who he didn't deserve. Blaine was hit by a wave of guilt. He had Jeremiah, and yet he was sitting here thinking about this stranger. He felt awful, and tried to turn away from the boy and back to his boyfriend but for some reason he couldn't, his body wouldn't let him. And then in a flash, Blaine was staring at the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen. He gasped, the boy was striking, staring directly at him with the most pleading look had ever seen. Blaine felt his heart stop, he felt himself start to rise, being drawn to this boy like he had no idea when like a distant car crash, he heard cheering. He tore his gaze from the boy and looked around, apparently the movie had ended, and people were starting to leave.

"What the fuck! Are you even LISTENING TO ME?!" Jeremiah yelled behind him, Blaine spun around, mind finally snapping back into reality.

"Wh-whatt?" he stammered.

Jeremiah rolled his eyes, "I said, that movie was a disgrace to cinema, thanks for wasting a good 2 hours of my life. Let's go." He said in a huff, turning around and rushing out the door, Blaine followed behind quickly like a lost puppy. He was quiet the whole way home, choosing to ignore Jeremiah when he criticized the awful British accents some of the actors had, the boring effects, and Blaine's poor taste in movies. Blaine merely nodding and keeping his eyes low. The night passed in a daze and he suddenly found himself in his bed, slipping into a dream filled with a familiar pair of blue eyes.