That day he got up on the wrong side of the bed. There were no curtains or blinds –something he would have to put in there some time in the future- to stop the sun from showering his whole bedroom with a blinding and most annoying light. At seven a.m. Definitely, off to an awful start. There was no way Blaine could go back to sleep since it was impossible to turn off that damn, shiny thing up in the sky. He rubbed his entire face with the back of his hand, trying to wipe the stupor off his face. Still squinting and internally cursing at the morning he sat on the verge of his bed.

"At least it's a nice day out," he moaned, dragging his feet to the door and tripping. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, summoning patience "No, no! Come on, shake it off," he said to himself went bouncing and jumping to the bathroom, as though trying to leave the bad vibes among the way. Starting the day with a shower seemed like a nice, good idea; that was, until he actually hopped into the shower. After taking off his clothes and turning it on, he only could feel the warm water wash away his bad mood for a couple of minutes. It was a good thing he took short showers because otherwise he would've died frozen in there. There wasn't even a good reason for that to happen given that the first day he had had a long, steamy and relaxing bath that had lasted no less than an hour. Wrapped up in a towel he went to his room, still trying not to burst into bloody screaming, and grabbed some clothes; nothing wrong with that. He walked down the stairs to the kitchen, putting water in the kettle. He bent down, inspecting the fridge, while slowly drumming with his fingers. He just grabbed some eggs and bread and then headed to the toaster, the boiling water calling him already. The moment he grabbed one of the lousy cups he had bought with David and Nick –he had forgotten to take any with him from his old home- it slipped from his hands and almost crashed against the counter; if it weren't for his fast reflexes...

"Are you kidding me?" he basically screamed at the air above him. He threw his hands to his hair, pulling of his curls "Yeah, there's no way I'm smiling this morning," he thought, pursing his lips. Suddenly, he came up with an idea and basically run off to the living room. Looking through a box, he pulled out a vinyl record and felt the excitement growing inside of him. He placed it carefully on the phonograph. The clarinet started playing and as though it was the sign he was longing for, Blaine sighed in relief. What a pleasure, listening to the subtle instruments, the sweet melody and that soft trace of age in the background, resembling delicate drops of rain. Sidney Bechet wasn't his favorite, but he had to admit, Blue Horizon was one of his favorite songs. Blaine captured all the different sounds, really concentrated, really listening to the music: the underrated drums, the trombone, the piano –lovely as always-, the precious string bass and that trumpet that also drove Blaine insane. He calmly went back to the kitchen and the burnt smell in the air also drew his attention. Now that he thought about it, he shouldn't have left the bread toasting for that long. He threw the carbonized slices out and put the eggs back in the refrigerator, he wasn't even that hungry so he just settled for the coffee.

"No big breakfast," he whispered, grabbing his drink and sitting at the table, against the window that let him see the small back garden "but at least I have my music," he smiled as he took a sip.
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Later on, Blaine realized that listening to that vinyl record was the only way of keeping his hair on, and nothing bad could happen to him if he was just lying on the floor while doing so.

He still had to come to terms with his own mind; he had narrowed it down to piano and trumpet. But he still wasn't sure which one he preferred, not to play them himself, because he did play piano, but just to listen to. They both emitted the notes in such a beautiful and gratifying manner it was impossible to pick one. Also, Louis Armstrong –he had changed the disc- was both a great composer and trumpet player.

He heard the knock on the door and frowned from the wooden floor; David and Nick weren't expected until eleven. Anyway he got up and walked up to the door and when he opened he couldn't say he was really surprised to see his parents standing there, with their suitcases. Who he was surprised to see were Nick and David indeed, carrying another bag.

"Blaine, dear!" his mother exclaimed, throwing herself at him "It's so good to see you!"

"Mom, it's only been three days," he laughed, returning the hug. His father stood right there, beside them and with a wide smile he caught his young man in his arms too, with his coat hanging from his other arm.

"Good to see you, son," he repeated, his mouth touching Blaine's hair. And right there, in the middle of that embrace, he finally felt at home, complete.

He knew he had the best father; he loved him so much it was just hard for him to imagine life without him. He was hard-working, professional, handsome, very clever, elegant, liked by every person he had ever met. Simple as that; and Blaine admired him so much. He really did. Besides, he had always been caring about his son, never aloof. He clearly remembered one particular night back in New York, at their old house. He recalled being covered in sweat and shaking about a silly nightmare he had just woken up from and being held in his father's strong and firm grip. Still, there was something so tender about it. Blaine perceived how his hero was really trying to protect him, even if it was from the ugly, nonexistent ideas in his own head.

"Same goes to you, dad," he whispered into Walter's chest. When they finally finished the hug they held the mutual stare for a minute, full of affection "How was the trip?" he asked, moving from the threshold so that the four of them could step in.

"Oh, it was long, but comfortable. The train is lovely," Linda Anderson said with a gentle smile, taking the grey gloves off. She was also classy and delicate, the same way her husband was "The place looks so amiable too, don't you think so, Walter?" turning to her man.

"It sure does, darling," he answered, returning the gesture.

"What are you guys doing here?" Blaine asked his friends in a more colloquial tone, patting their shoulders.

"Well, funny story actually," David replied, with a grin in that affable face of his.

"Do you know you look exactly like your father?" Nick interfered, with an exact same copy of David's smirk "You're even the same height and all," he walked in as he raised his voice a bit, calling for Walter, who was in the kitchen "Mr. Anderson, where shall I put this bag?"

"Oh, anywhere is fine, boy. Thank you," Blaine really couldn't help but basking in everything his father did, in such a formal yet friendly way. His lips just curled up in a smile and his eyes would glimmer.

"He's such a hero for you," David's voice sounded to his side.

"Okay, how do you even do that?" Blaine opened his mouth.

"You can just see it in your eyes," he laughed. It was so easy for him to realize whenever Blaine was lying or just... not saying something. It was like he was reading his mind at all times.

"Whatever," he snickered too when Nick came back from the kitchen "Why are you here, again?" he insisted to both.

"When we saw your father on the street we thought he was you and we started shouting your name," the taller one explained.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't your name we were shouting exactly," Nick giggled "Remember the nickname we gave you the other day?"

"What, honey-bear?" he said with a disgusted expression.

"Yeah, that exact one," Nick answered.

"That sucks. It's honestly the worst nickname ever. It doesn't even make any sense," he complained. He didn't even know where they had gotten it from.

"Whatever, it's funny and ridiculous. But yeah, you're right; we'll come up with a better one," his same friend agreed. The three of them smiled and Blaine turned to his father who was moving towards them again with an arm around his wife.

"So, Blaine, I take it these two young men are your friends?" he questioned, eyeing them in a welcoming way.

"Yes, dad; David Thompson and Nick Duval," he clarified.

"Yes, they've introduced themselves already," he nodded once more "Are you doing something today then, boys?"

"Yes, sir, we showed Blaine the town these last couple of days," David affirmed.

"Yes, we took him for a little ride around," Nick kept on joking and Blaine laughed under his breath.

"So," the other one tried to continue, glaring at how his friend could never be serious "we were thinking of going to the diner on James' and Pointstrat Avenue. It's kind of our place."

"Yeah; Jim's," Nick spelled out. The one that had been talking till that moment closed his eyes once more.

"Well then, I'm glad you ran into these boys then, Blaine. They look alright," Walter approved, ignoring Nick's informal behavior, with Linda's delicate hand in his chest. Blaine looked at his father as in thanking him and then placed his eyes on his mother's face. She was smiling too, so proud of his only child.

He had a hell of a family, he really did.

"Very well, son, you better go," he added, encouraging them to leave "It's alright, we'll unpack and we'll have dinner ready for when you come back."

"Oh, fine then. Thank you, dad. Bye, mom," he said and turn around, smiling at them.

"Bye Mr. and Mrs. Anderson," David –and Nick too, thankfully- simply waved.

"See you later, boys," Blaine's dad saluted for the last time, before the three of them walked off the door and into the street.

The shortest of them noted how hot the day was. At least there was a cool waft going around, but the sun was hitting hard on Lima.

"You are physically incapable of taking things seriously, aren't you?" David remarked to his friend. Not in an offensive way, but just not being able to process it.

"What?" Nick gaped innocently "I wasn't even being disrespectful!" he contradicted in a high pitched voice.

"Well, you weren't being very respectful either," the other boy pointed out.

"Are you kidding me, Dave?" he called him out.

"No," Nick's mouth was still open, stunned.

"Blaine, was your father bothered by my behavior? I mean... Was I honestly being rude to your dad?" he sought for support.

"No, guys, relax. He might be kind of intimidating, but that's just because he's so... dapper. But as long as you're not a jerk or distinctively insolent nothing will happen," he mollified them. The two of them looked serious as they kept on walking. After a few moments David and Nick looked at each other, with slightly mischievous smiles on their faces. They turned both their heads towards Blaine, who was still oblivious and thinking about how the day had probably been misled onto a better road. When he led his gaze to his friends just for a second he caught sight of this, instantaneously switching his inner-defensive-mode on.

"What?" he asked, suspicion in his eyes.

"Dapper," David merely shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets and staring at the concrete as they marched.

"You're pretty dapper yourself too, Blaine," Nick kept on smiling, eyes fixed on him.

"What?" he repeated, truly confused.

"You just wait a while and we'll come up with your new nickname. That was just a preview," he explained.

"God ... Don't you have anyone else to make stupid nicknames up for?" he groaned, tilting his head back.

"Nope," David meddled "There's another dance tomorrow, are you coming?" he changed subjects. Nick did a double take, looking expectantly at Blaine, full of hope.

"I don't know," he muttered once more. He had promised to himself though that he'd go to one, one of these days. He couldn't keep on avoiding them and it wasn't that he didn't want to; he just wasn't sure of how those things were there in Lima. Not very different from the ones in New York, probably, but who knew.

"We might call you dapper nun, like it, Anderson?" Nick snapped, being overdramatic as always. Blaine laughed in defeat while David cachinnated and the other one gloated over his witty retort.

"Look, I have an idea. I'll go to tomorrow's night dance if you guys don't ever feel the desperate need to give me a nickname," he offered, raising his eyebrows "what do you say?"

Nick and David looked at each other. The first one seemed to be having a big trouble restraining himself from smiling and jumping over Blaine to hug him. The second one just shrugged.

"Yes! You got yourself a deal, boy!" he accepted happily shaking Blaine's hand, who laughed healthily once more "Oh my god, I'm just so excited," he said in a really cheerful tone.

"God, what have I done?" Blaine muttered to David, who chuckled.

"When he's excited he looks like a freaking animal. It's amazing how he can go from jackass to... Well... This," he said and they both glanced at Nick, who looked so energetic and ecstatic all of the sudden.

"We'll have to get you a girl, boy!" he practically yelled in their ears, grabbing Blaine by the shoulders, making the few people walking down the street turn around to stare at them.

"Will you just... lower your voice, please?" Blaine asked, reddening to his ears, trying to hide his face in his own chest as he could.

"Whatever," he waved it away "Come on, Blaine! You need a good girl" he tried to convince him. Going to a party was one thing, but consenting Nick to get him a date... A female date... That was something else, something he didn't know he was ready for. Still... His head was going full speed, trying to come up with something to say. He had gone over that a few days ago, but now he had to get it out. Was he that or wasn't he? He still felt kind of embarrassed about considering it. Perhaps if he would have had some experience he might've known better.

"So? What do you say?" Nick persevered, looking quite eager about it. Blaine didn't look at David because he knew that if he did, he would know there was something he wasn't saying. And he was sure his psychic friend wouldn't have said anything, but he didn't want to give him a reason to worry or whatsoever, so at the risk of taking the wrong choice...

"Okay," he agreed. "More like giving in, it's more like it," he thought, not liking himself for agreeing to something he didn't really want to do.

"Yeah!" he cheered and Blaine dedicated a phony smile at him, not being able to evade David's gaze, just behind Nick's. He really felt as though he was staring right into his soul for real "Okay, let's see... Oh, I know! Do you like blondes?" the boy with hazel eyes blushed and bit his lip, giggling and scratching the back of his head. David closed his eyes and shook his own. His friend was, without a doubt, the most oblivious person in the face of the planet "Brunettes?"

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They had agreed to meet at Jim's at lunch time and so, when he arrived, Nick and Blaine were already there, sitting at their usual booth. The jukebox was blasting a catchy tune, which David danced jokingly to while walking up to them.
"I like this song, who's this?" he asked, sitting down.
"I don't know, Elvis something," Nick answered quickly, before turning to his other friend.
"The guy's got a voice" David muttered, stretching his arms.
"Yeah," he waved away again, "What do you mean, you have nothing to wear?" He continued, tone somewhere between sarcastic and serious.
"I don't know it's just that... I like clothes and that" he started but regretted the moment he said it. Was it okay to be fond of fashion? However, he couldn't track any kind of rejection in their faces, so he just went on "But what is one supposed to wear at these types of... things?" he stuttered tensely.
"Anything, Blaine, don't worry, you'll look just fine. Besides, girls will look more at your hairdo than at your clothes," his friend with clear eyes assured him, in a slightly mocking tone.
"Huh... Okay." Why was he so nervous about that? It was just a dance, and he had been to dances before. Maybe it was the fact that he had Nick's pressure on him about hooking up with a girl. He had thought about it and it shouldn't have to be that terrible or anything, but still he had a hunch that things wouldn't go entirely right.
"Aren't you from New York, anyway?" he snapped him out of his thoughts. "Like... didn't you guys have parties there?" Blaine hesitated for a second before replying.
"Yeah, but..." he mumbled yet again, "I don't know, Nick," he vaguely sighed in the end. He couldn't fully understand himself, how was he even going to explain to another person where his head was?
"Ok, no pressure, it's fine." Blaine stifled a snort inside his head.
"Anyway, what are you guys having for lunch?" David drew attention to himself after a moment.
"Cheeseburger," Nick said decidedly, with a childish expression. "You have to try them Blaine; they're the most delicious thing you'll ever eat in your entire life. Really."
"Okay then, I'll have one of those," he laughed cheerfully. David made a gesture to the waitress, who approached a minute later with kind eyes.
"Nice to see you again guys, what can I get you today?" she asked, smiling at them.
"Same goes to you, Amy," Nick greeted in a non-flirty, polite way.
"Nick and Blaine will have two cheeseburgers and I'll just have a Coke, Amy, thank you."
"Right away," she jotted down the order and left without glancing again.
"Talking about tonight again, we can help you if you want to," David proposed, raising his eyebrows.
"Come on, what are we, girls?" his friend snorted and Blaine felt something jolt somewhere inside him.
"No, not girls, Nick; we won't suddenly grow boobs for gathering to help Blaine decide what to wear," the other snapped, leaning in. "Stop being such an idiot."
"Whoa, whoa, why so mean?" he asked, frowning.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you always freak out so much," Blaine had his eyes wide open, surprised. He had a suspicion already that David was much more tolerant than Nick, but him standing his ground –and, in some way, sticking up for Blaine himself - like that was quite of a shock. "You know, when something you consider 'girly' comes up." He finally sighed, trying to calm down.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I won't do it again if it bothers you that much," he promised. In that very moment, a different waiter brought the order to their booth and left to the kitchen again.
"Well, yes," he replied, still a bit coolly, "Sorry." his low voice made Nick smile.
"It's fine, you were right though, so... Anyway, let's just change the subject, please, I think Blaine's about to cry."
"I'm barely listening, this hamburger is so goddamn good," he mumbled with his mouth full.
"Yeah, you got cheese in your hair, man," Nick told him, staring, confused, at his curls.
"How..." the other mouthed, meanwhile Blaine led his hand to his head and put the chunk of cheese on his mouth.
"Thanks" he said obliviously with an innocent smile and he kept on eating.
His friend beside him opened his amused eyes widely and asked "So after this, we're heading to your place?"
"He's eating, do you really think he'll answer?"
"He doesn't even look at me," Nick whined.
"You don't even need to get him a chick; he'll go with some food and he'll have a better time."
"You may rely on it," Blaine said, eyes still on his new love. The other rolled his eyes and David just laughed out loud.
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"That looks... great, dude," David expressed hesitantly when Blaine walked in his room from the bathroom with tight and light blue jeans, his beloved red suspenders and a faint wheat-colored shirt. Nick, who was splattered all over Blaine's bed mumbling about how comfortable it was got up and blurted out a vague, "Nice".
"You really do know how to work it," David joked and Blaine laughed out loud.
"People often tell me I have a way with clothes, I don't know," he excused himself shyly, still pondering over his outfit.
"Yeah... what do your parents do, again?" he asked from the chair he was sitting on.
"My dad is the director of a quite large law firm and my mother is one of the editors in charge of the articles; she works at Vogue."
"Really?" David whistled.
"Whoa, man, that's huge," Nick sat up, perplexed.
"Yeah, she loves it. They both work really hard, so they deserve every good thing that happens to them," he said, smiling.
"God, you're so proud of them it hurts," David repeated with an amazed look on his face. Blaine gave him a small smile and shrugged as Nick got down of his bunk bed and stood next to his friends.
"Are you ready, kiddo?" Nick asked, now with a huge, enthusiastic smile on his face, all hint of sleepiness gone. Blaine glanced at the reflections behind him in the mirror and then looked into his own eyes, searching for the courage to do it. There was nothing to be afraid of, really. So why all the fuss? he said internally.
"Yeah" he stated as convincing as possible and smiled back at Nick and David, who beamed again.
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They walked to the dance hall, chatting and joking like always. Of course, the one who was the most excited was, by far, Nick. His face and eyes were freeing all the ecstasy he had been accumulating inside ever since he got Blaine a date for the dance. Her name was Rebecca and according to him, she was "a nice, good piece of bliss".
"Weirdest expression I have ever heard, man," David mouthed overcome, rolling his eyes.
"What? I do have a girlfriend so it's not like Rebecca is my bliss. She will be Blaine's, here," he answered and patted his back.
"Okay then... Are you sure it will work? I mean-"
"Blaine, it is all set up already. Don't worry, we gotcha covered," he affirmed.
But he still wasn't quite confident about it. How would this girl even greet him knowing that they were supposed to wrap the night up kissing or something? He would've asked but he could imagine Nick's typical reply, "She'll welcome you nice enough, alright," and then an impish wink.
The night was clear and the moon looked bright and huge stamped on the sky, throwing light all throughout the streets of Lima. As their smiles grew wider –except for Blaine's, whose stomach was doing nothing but clenching- they could listen to the racket in the place, the loud music and the other teenagers and couples getting off their cars and going in.
"Here we are, guys," he sighed as though he had never been there.
"What is it that you love so much about these dances?" Blaine asked as they went closer.
"Are you serious? The music's good, the girls are awesome. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm in love with Holly but we both dance with other people," he explained, more and more thrilled by the minute.
"And doesn't she come to these dances?" he insisted.
"She's from Findlay; it's only forty minutes away, so we meet every couple of days but we get to do lots of things separate ways," he shrugged. Blaine raised an eyebrow. How did that work? Living in different towns –quite near, that was true, but apart nonetheless-, dancing with other people and... in love? Perhaps that was, and he felt guilty for thinking that way, the reason they had been together for a year. After all, Nick really didn't seem to be the kind of guy who could be in love with a girl that long. "What about Angela, Dave?" he reiterated.
"Angela doesn't like these kind of parties. Besides, her parents are kind of religious so they're not glad with them either. They're not too glad with me either, but it could be worse, at least they respect our relationship," he told him, reaching the door already. "Anyway... are you ready?" he asked, not helping Blaine. His tone and Nick's face were making him more nervous; it felt like they were taking him to an initiation ritual or something like that and his stomach was flipping up and down nonstop. However, his nod was the signal for Nick to open the dark red and heavy door.
The music was louder than it seemed from the outside and the voices from all the teenagers whispering, singing, talking and shouting in the most thrilled, entertained way resonated in the entire place. Nothing too impressive, there were no windows and the decoration was limited to garlands and the shimmering ball hanging from the light blue ceiling. There wasn't a specified dance floor so there were people dancing everywhere, but most of the couples were concentrated in the middle of the dance hall, even though it was large enough for people to be much more scattered. At the other end, far away from the door there was a small and low stage were a group of good looking fellas were playing the instruments, and the lead was singing.
"Daniel, wait for me!" a girl snickered and snapped Blaine out of his thoughts.
"So, what do you think?" David asked, surveying his face.
"Where did all these people come from?" was the first thing he could think of, so many people in such a small town. Both of his friends let out a burst of laughter.
"Okay, here's how it'll go. We'll do our own thing and in an hour or so I'll lead you to Rebecca, how does that sound?" he plotted, rubbing his hands together.
"Sure" he gulped, trying to remain calm. Nick disappeared between the people the next second and Blaine automatically tugged at David's sleeve.
"What's wrong?" he laughed, shaking his head. "You're terrified, Blaine."
"I'm not... Yes," he admitted right away. He couldn't neither suppress nor cloak his anxiousness.
"Why?"
"I don't know... I mean, what am I supposed to do here? Dance with people I don't know, with you? I just don't fe—" he shut his mouth and looked awry. He shouldn't be saying that.
"You don't feel what?"
"Never mind, I'm sorry, let's go" he tried to detune the conversation, starting to walk away and failing terribly.
"Yeah, sure, ha ha," David grabbed him by the shoulder softly and placed him on the spot where he was just a second ago "Nice try. What, do you want to leave?" he asked, without any disappointment or whatsoever, which Blaine was truly grateful for.
"No, it's not that..." it actually was that.
"Look, you don't feel comfortable, you don't like it; I know, the same happened to me when these started to happen every two days and Nick practically forced me to come to all of them, but just let loose and I swear you'll enjoy it," he told his friend, who looked like a scared little child. "Just have fun with us and dance with me if you want to," he continued. Blaine shifted a little and bobbed his head softly. "Listen, I don't enjoy these much either. If it weren't for his excessive enthusiastic Lassie-like attitude, he honestly is like a freaking puppy sometimes..." he joked and Blaine cracked a smile. "We can leave early if you want to," he offered way too kindly, laying a hand on his shoulder again.
"No, you're right. We are here to have fun, besides... Nick was really happy about this," he said and David smiled, still not showing any kind of satisfaction nor relief, which made his resigned friend much better. At that very moment, his other friend popped his head out of the bundle of people and without any self control started yelling at them with joy, "Come on, what are you waiting for?" and vanished again.
David bit his lip to keep from laughing and led his eyes to Blaine, who looked slightly consternated.
"I'm not going to let him get to me," he stated firmly and widened his eyes at David as he chuckled again and they both dived in the heated and tight hodgepodge of teens.
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Surprisingly, Blaine ended up hitting it off with most of the people and David and Nick discovered that he was a terrific dancer and, in fact, very sociable when he wanted to. Not that he was shy with them, but after all the suffering and rejection towards parties they just hadn't seen that coming from him.

Hey baby, I ain't askin' much of you
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, baby,
I ain't askin' much of you,
Just a big-a big-a hunk o' love will do

As Elvis' tune started, people went nuts. After hours of non-stop dancing, the apparent star of the party decided to get some rest, walking towards David and Nick who were chatting with drinks in their hands next to the long, white table full of punch, some food and a couple more of decorations.
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"How do they not run out of energy?" he said, when he got to them with a blinding smile on his face.
"Funny, we were just asking ourselves the same thing about you" Nick joked, although he couldn't look happier about the fact that Blaine was having such a good time.
"A girl just called you 'cutie-pie in suspenders', Anderson. I think you got yourself a couple of groupies out of this," David threw in, taking a sip of his beverage. He couldn't think of anything to answer so he just chuckled and grabbed a glass for himself.
"Oh, there she is, Rebecca! Over here," Nick called. "Becca, this is Blaine," he introduced. Blaine turned around to find a girl who was indeed a nice piece of bliss, like Nick had foreseen. Her brunette ponytail reached her exposed shoulders and her floral dress was tighter than what he had hoped for and far more revealing than what he felt comfortable with. Her face, on the other hand, was precious but it still distilled innocence –which went against what Nick had told him- and her light green eyes were spectacular, but still missed something. Intercepting his thoughts, she held out a hand for Blaine to shake. When he did so, he couldn't overlook her provocative grin.
"Nice to meet you, Blaine," she said in a sultry voice which, even if it didn't sound forced, was too much for him. He had to repress a fleeting impulse to glance at David in complicity; he had to share his thoughts with somebody.
"Nice to meet you, too."
"So, do you want to dance?" she asked in the same enticing way, raising an eyebrow and giving his suspenders a tug, to which Blaine raised his too.
"Sure" he answered calmly as she walked away, his clothing sliding through her fingers for a second. The three of them stared for a moment before throwing a fit of laughter.
"Dear god, who the hell is that, Nick?" David asked, making Blaine cackle even harder.
"Will it be like this all night or is she actually going to talk at some point?" he joked again and they both burst again.
"I don't know, Ben Millgood told me about her and she seemed nice" he explained.
"Wait, so Millgood came up with the piece of bliss thing?" he stopped him.
"Wha- Drop it, Dave, what difference does it make?"
"That it made me lose a bit of the respect I had for you," Blaine couldn't stop laughing. Finally, when he was able to get a grip of himself, he run a hand down his face and sighed: "I can't do this, Nick."
"Yes, you can" his friend asserted.
"It's just... it's ridiculous. I'll be trying not to laugh the whole time; it's too much for me. I can't handle it," he declared, shaking his head with a smile and swilling; he just now realized how dry his throat was.
"Come on, man, she's not that bad."
"Yeah, after all she's a nice piece of bliss," a mutter was heard.
"For God's sake, David, lay off," he cried. Blaine chuckled softly once more. "Come on, please? Just... check it out, if you don't like how it goes you leave, really," he suggested.
"Fine" he agreed. He was too tired to even put up resistance so instead of saying anything else, he put the plastic cup on the table and turned around. Nick and David stood alone once more in silence, eyes fixed and lost where Blaine had just been.
"You're going to ask me if it was Millgood, aren't you?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"It's too stupid!" David explained and then pleaded "I just don't get it!"
Nick rolled his eyes and left.
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"So, Nick tells me you're new in town, Blaine, is that true?"
The only reason Blaine didn't even feel like laughing was because he was too busy being preoccupied. Not only the music –a slow love song- was a little suggestive, but also the way they were dancing and the way she had been looking at him the whole night.

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live

Her hands were on the nape of his neck, "casually" curling his hair and from time to time she got closer to him. She was a charmer alright, but he was starting to have a really strong, bad feeling about it.

And oh, the towering feeling just to know somehow you are near,
The overpowering feeling that any second you may suddenly appear.

"Oh, great. Sure, this song won't mislead her," he snorted in his thoughts. "Yeah, yeah, I'm from New York actually," were his hands okay there? Should he place them lower? Should he hold her farther? Yeah, that should do it. He tried to drift apart from her a bit, but somehow in the middle of that, she only got closer to him. "How?" he mouthed to himself.
"That's nice, I've been to New York a couple of times, but believe me, guys here are much better" she said confidentially, speaking close to his ear. He doubted it was because of how near she was, but when she said that he could feel his heart skipping a beat. However, how did that make any sense? Was she trying to tell him that now that he lived in Lima he was better or that guys there were better than him? This girl seriously had some logic issues. Anyway, he decided to go for a faint laughter but then heard himself and how cold it had sounded.
"Sorry, I'm kind of tired," he apologized, realizing how tired he really was. He thought of his bed for a moment and felt completely disarmed.
"Hmm, you've been dancing all night, haven't you?" she pouted, fingering his collar. Apparently, swallowing was a bad decision, since it made Rebecca think that she was making him nervous. In fact, she was, but not in that good way, and when Blaine sensed her closeness again, his heart accelerated "Do you want to go home?" she asked, lips tracing the words up and down his neck. A few feet away from them Nick and David where dancing with two other girls and it seemed that Blaine's face was hilarious, cause they both had placed the girl's faces in their shoulders. He would've laughed too if he hadn't been so frightened. He asked for help in silence as Rebecca kept on planting annoying, tickling kisses and his friends shook laughing harder by the minute.
"Go home with her" Nick formed.
"My parents are home," he yelled soundlessly scandalized over the idea. Nick rolled his eyes.
"Not yours idiot, hers. Her place," he said. Blaine squeezed his lips and considerate it. He really didn't want to go home with this girl, but how was he supposed to say no? And also, what would David and Nick say? What if they suspected or something? He had no idea how they would react and he wasn't willing to lose them over something that stupid.
"Your..." he choked "Your place?" why in God's name did his voice sound so rough? She nodded with his head stroking his shoulder.
"Yeah, is that okay?" she asked, same seductive tone.
"Yeah, sure," how didn't she realize he was lying, he had no idea.
"Then let's go," she said as she pulled apart from him, looking into his eyes through her eyelashes. It all looked so shallow, like a big, fake number. She obviously wasn't feeling the passion she was showing and for a moment, it made Blaine ask himself if it wasn't an enormous prank set up by Nick but he ruled that out right away. She took his hand and pulled of it, taking him outside, without giving him any time to glance at his friends.
When they stepped out, the summer air hit Blaine flat in the face and the moon was still up there, igniting the night even more than before.
They walked hurriedly two blocks, giggling all the way –only her actually, since the boy was rather confused- to Rebecca's place. When they got there, she opened the door quickly and took Blaine by the shirt collar one more time, pressing him against the wall. The brunette practically threw herself at his neck, nibbling and kissing, but Blaine really felt nothing. Nothing but panic; first of all, did that mean anything? The fact that he could've just as well been reading the newspaper while doing that confirmed his suspects? He really didn't like... girls? And also, she seemed too desperate and when her lips found his, he, aghast, knocked his head against the wooden wall. He knew, he was expecting that and he tried to kiss her back but he was being lousy at it. Rebecca's hands were both messing with his hair and wandering up and down his left arm, while his hands were on the wall, as though looking for support to remain on his feet. He went with the flow for a couple of minutes, still not feeling a thing, that was until she directed her hands to his shirt buttons and he noticed that his suspenders had already been taken off.
He breathed roughly for a second and squeezed more against the wall. "Stop," he whispered short of breath.
"What?" she uttered.
"I'm sorry, it's just that..." he tried to focus.
"What's wrong?" she pushed.
"Nothing... I mean, yeah, I, huh..." he kept on stuttering, "I can't do this. I'm so, so sorry"
"What do you mean, you can't do this?" she asked, seemingly annoyed. Not that he could blame her, but Blaine liked this girl less and less as minutes passed.
"I just... I can't. I'm sorry but I have to leave," he claimed as he slipped away, escaping her bored yet confused eyes.
"Whatever, good night," she said and left for the room next to that one. Blaine frowned and walked out.
Well that was great. What was he supposed to say to David and Nick the next day? "I left because I couldn't sleep with a girl," that wouldn't be weird at all.
"Way to go, Blaine" he groaned to himself half conscious walking the three blocks to his own house. What he liked the most about Lima was the fact that everything was so close, especially those particular situations when he was so tired. In New York he couldn't even dream of doing that. When he recognized the door, a lazy smile spread and he was pretty sure that as he unlocked the door he began to doze off. He dragged his feet all the way up to his bedroom, threw the keys over at his desk, damned the fact that he had to climb the four-stair ladder and slumped against it, making his pillow deflate and finally closing his eyes.