"Ah Blaine, right on time. As usual of course," Blaine's father smiled as he greeted him by his office.

"Uh hey dad," Blaine surveyed the room. "Where's Kurt?"

"Kurt…?" Ben knotted his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yes, Kurt," Blaine looked at his father. "My assistant?"

"Oh him," Ben spat distastefully and Blaine flinched at the tone, wanting no more than to speak up, but decided against it; it wouldn't help matters at all. "I sent him home," Blaine opened his mouth to protest and Ben put his hand up to stop him, "I sent him home till later in the afternoon, he wont be needed till then anyway."

"Why?"

"Well my son," Ben smiled, more fake than sincere. "I've arranged a lunch date for you and my dear friend's daughter, Amelia Hayward. You probably remember her from a few years back when you attended her father's dinner with me and your mother?" Blaine inwardly shuddered, of course he remembered Amelia, how could he forget? She was just turned 18 at the time and spent the whole night hitting on him and giggling in his ear about how 'handsome' he was. Of course she could get away with it, her family was ridiculously wealthy.

He couldn't exactly say no to his father, which meant the 'talk' he wanted to have with him would have to wait. If it would ever happen now, his father seemed to be dead set on setting him up with wealthy young women, the wealthy marry wealthy after all. Of course Amelia becoming an Anderson would be the perfect set up, especially married to Blaine; a successful workaholic who had family values and good looks. Cooper could be another choice for her, but the self claimed 'playboy' wasn't looking to settle down anytime soon and unlike Blaine he made it known in his actions.

"You should get going, I made reservations." Blaine nodded and his father explained what restaurant and what time to meet Amelia, before left however his father called after him. "Oh and Blaine?" Blaine turned around, "I made sure to tell Kurt that you had a date and you were happy about it. He seemed a bit too sad to not be seeing you much today. Seems like the qu- boy has a little crush on you." Ben grimaced and Blaine mustered up all his strength not to blurt out 'well that's a relief because I'm kind of falling for him too!" instead he gritted his teeth and walked out.

Shit, what was he going to do? Kurt probably thinks he wants to do this, why else would he have a reason to believe otherwise? He'd have to do a lot of damage control. For now though he'd have to prepare himself for what could be a disaster of a date that he really didn't want to go on. He had to make sure he wasn't too uninterested, word spreads fast after all and the last thing he wanted was his

father finding out about his sexuality from his friends rather than himself.

Blaine arrived fifteen minutes early, which suited him fine; he could look for emergency exits while he waited for Amelia, Blaine didn't want to assume she was the same though; he was 18 and had a bit too drink.

His mind soon changed though when she came bursting through the door half an hour later than she should have been there, talking loudly on her cell phone and twirling her bleached blonde hair. "Katie I have to go- yeah he's here waiting for me- I know! He's still hot of course, okay bye!"

Amelia sat in front of Blaine, batting her eyelashes and smiling a sparkling smile. "Hi Blaine, my how you've gotten better looking with age," she giggled, annoyingly fake.

Blaine fought against rolling his eyes, "thank you Amelia." He nodded briefly before adding, "I see you haven't changed a bit." He wasn't lying, he just didn't mean it as nice as Amelia probably thought.

"Oh stop it you," she batted her hand, pretending to be 'modest' something she obviously wasn't. "It has been, what? 5 years?" Blaine nodded before looking at the menu, Amelia didn't pick hers up instead she just smiled at Blaine, raking her eyes over his appearance. When Blaine was ready to order Amelia winked flirtatiously and told Blaine to 'surprise' her. Blaine lightly chucked to himself, how surprised would she be if he started hitting on the male waiter instead of her? He just ended up ordering the same for both of them, a simple chicken salad. Blaine wasn't feeling that hungry after all.

"So Amelia, how are your parents?" Blaine asked, making small talk.

"Oh come on Blaine, do you really want to talk about our parents?" Amelia raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

"Uh, what else shall we talk about?" Blaine asked, not liking how this conversation was going. Amelia mistook his hesitation for flustering and she giggled.

"Do I make you nervous Blaine?" She asked seductively. Yes Blaine thought But not in the way you think. You make me nervous because I think this 'date' is going to be a train wreck, making my dad question me.

The food arrived just as Blaine was about to come up with some excuse, Blaine smiled thankfully at the waiter who took one look at Amelia then shot Blaine a knowing, sympathetic look. The wait staff were used to people like that, men and women both spoiled beyond belief. The waiters had a pool going, betting on how long it would take for Blaine to snap and charge out of there, they could tell he wasn't like the usual patrons.

Blaine took the time while they were both eating in silence to properly look at Amelia, she was attractive he could see that and if he was that way inclined he could probably find her appealing, if it wasn't for her personality. He couldn't really blame her though, if her upbringing was anything to go by how else would she have turned out? He was sure deep down there was someone like him, someone who didn't care about money or status.

"So Blaine-"

"Amelia do you even want to be here?" Blaine blurted out and instantly regretted it.

"What do you mean?" Amelia asked shocked, but not angry.

"I mean, ugh I don't know." Blaine placed his knife and fork on the plate. "I mean, don't you get tired of being set up on dates by your parents? Don't you just hate them expecting things of you, don't you just want to do what you want sometimes?"

Amelia looked thoughtful for a second before replying, "Blaine, I do what I want to do all the time." She shrugged, looking down at her plate. Blaine could tell there was something more to the story.

"Really? So you're okay with your parents setting you up on dates with other wealthy men that you might not even care about one bit? Don't you have a dream Amelia? Don't you want to fall in love on your own terms?" Blaine didn't know where he was going with this, he just hoped Amelia didn't freak out and tell his dad, it was silly being scared of his dad at his age but he literally had the power to take everything from him.

Amelia looked up at Blaine, sincerely. "What can we do Blaine? We have certain things expected of us, it's just the way it is, the way it's always been."

"Doesn't mean you have to do what's expected though." Blaine mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Amelia said and she looked…hopeful?

"I mean, why can't we be happy? Be with people because we love them and not because of their bank balance or social status?" Blaine looked over at the woman in front of him, who had tears welling up in her eyes. "Amelia? Oh my god I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you- look forget I said anyth-"

"No! you didn't upset me Blaine," Amelia wiped her eyes with a napkin. "It's just, everything you're saying is kind of hitting home. I don't want to come out on these dates with random guys who my family deem 'appropriate' and pretend to be stupid and ditzy and flirt all through dinner and desert," She laughed bitterly. "I just think the quicker I get married off the less it will eventually hurt…" She trailed off.

Blaine placed a hand on Amelia's. "What will hurt less?"

"I'm in love with someone Blaine," Amelia blurted out and it took Blaine by surprise, he was not expecting that.

"Oh well, does he know?"

"She Blaine," Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. So this girl knew how he felt more than he expected. "And no she doesn't know, how could she? I can't be with her and not just because she's a girl, but because she's a nobody. Well in my parents eyes anyway, to me she's everything, regardless of the money she doesn't have."

"Who the fuck cares," Blaine suddenly blurted out, much to Amelia's surprise. "If you love someone who cares if they're the same or the opposite gender, if they're a different race or religion. Who the fuck cares if they don't have the same financial status, love is love and who is to tell you that you can't be happy? They're your parents they should love you no matter what." Blaine resisted the urge to punch the table, the last thing he wanted was to be kicked out. The waiters were already eyeing his suspiciously, he didn't know though that it was because they were waiting for him to storm out so they could collect their money.

"So you're saying your dad would be accepting if you came to him one day with a boyfriend? Would he accept that 'love is love'" Blaine didn't even have to say anything, just by his face Amelia had her answer.

"I wouldn't care," Blaine said in a quiet voice, so quiet that Amelia wasn't sure if she had heard correctly.

"You wouldn't?"

"No, I wouldn't. I won't care when I do take the boy I'm slowly falling in love with to my dad and tell him he can either accept me or go fuck himself." It felt good for Blaine to admit it to someone other than his brother, yes this woman was a complete stranger if he was honest, but he felt so much better telling her.

"Oh, so you're gay too, huh?" Amelia laughed.

"Yes definitely gay, I love penis and all that." Blaine returned the laugh.

"Ew gross," Amelia mocked.

"So when you were hitting on me earlier and when you were 18 you were..."

"Trying not to laugh or vomit." Amelia finished for him.

"Thank god, I was beginning to think I'd have to break another heart." Blaine winked and Amelia laughed.

"You know Blaine, as far as fake dates go I have to say you have been my best yet." Amelia smiled and stood up, putting out a hand for Blaine to shake. "I would love to stay in contact with you, friends?"

"Sure," Blaine replied taking her hand in his. "What are we going to tell our fathers?"

"Well, we could tell them we're going to elope and flee the country, because you got me pregnant."

"And while they both have heart attacks we can say 'Just kidding we're gay?" Blaine mock whispered.

"Sounds like a plan," Amelia laughed. "Good luck in whatever you do though Blaine." Amelia said walking towards the exit with Blaine.

"I hope things work out for you Amelia," Blaine smiled opening the door for her. "I mean it," he said facing Amelia. "I hope you get to be with the one you love."

"We'll see." Amelia half smiled, walking off.

Well that was interesting. Blaine thought as he made his way back to the office.

"Why were they both smiling?" One of the waitresses asked another.

"You don't see that everyday, I was pretty damn sure he was going to storm out a minute ago, he looked so angry."

"Oh well you all owe me 50 dollars."

Kurt still hadn't arrived when Blaine got back, he had ran into his father beforehand and told him that him and Amelia just weren't 'compatible' to which his father sighed and said something along the lines of 'don't worry, you'll find the perfect woman' to which Blaine seriously wanted to snort at.

He sat in his office for a good fifteen minutes, writing a list of things he wanted to say to Kurt before he heard familiar giggling from outside. He stood up quickly, heart racing as he walked up to his window and looked outside.

First he noticed Kurt, looking beautiful as always; smiling widely as he spoke to a man Blaine didn't recognise or want to focus on right now. However he did focus on the man as he leant forward and swooped Kurt up into a tight hug, Blaine fought back tears as he watched Kurt being embraced by the tall, floppy haired blonde guy. The list of things he wanted to say to Kurt in his hand being crumpled up as Blaine's fist closed.