He'd finally gotten some time to develop his negatives from the day before, after sitting through another lecture on the proper use of lighting in a situation. He'd heard it all before, considering he's been using cameras since he was six. It was a passion he immediately fell in love with; the idea of capturing a beautiful moment or person was fascinating, and an art form he wanted to share with the world.

Blaine began humming to himself while he drained the developer out of his film tank, adding in the next chemical and turning it over in his hands to agitate it. This was the one process he didn't like; just sitting here and turning something over for ten seconds every minute was boring and unnecessary, according to him. He grinned and beared it every time, though, because without this boring part of it, he wouldn't have negatives to work with in the first place.

It was finally time to look at the finished product, and Blaine couldn't keep himself from grinning widely as he unrolled the first few pictures from the metal spool they rested on. Success. The negatives were perfect, another project ready to be finished. After cutting the film into strips, he laid the film on a lit table, letting him see all of them at once.

Hold on. There was one picture that immediately caught his eye. A boy, looking around his age, with perfectly styled hair and a gorgeous, angular jawline. Blaine began scrambling, picking up the negative and his equipment for enlarging and printing, and hurried into the darkroom.

After messing around with the settings and focus, there it was. This boy, laid out on the size template as clear as Blaine could manage without actually printing. He couldn't believe that he'd captured someone who looked like this. The boy was gorgeous; blue eyes (Blaine guessed from how light they were on the film), amazing style, and a face that had to be paid attention to. How could he have missed him?

He shut the light off and just stood, staring at the wood of the table. Chicago was so big, so many people lived here and there was no guarantee that this boy even did. It was like something was coming over Blaine; he had to find him. Had to talk to him, introduce himself, figure out who he was and what brought him to the city.

The decision he came to was simple. Most people run routines around this city, especially if they live there. He'd hopefully find that boy around the same place, at the same time, even on the same day, if that's what it took. He sighed sadly, throwing his focus into printing this picture and making it his best work.