A man was sitting in an armchair in his hotel room which his parents paid him and where he lived. He held a glass of whiskey in his left hand and his right hand was stroking his bristle. He didn't care enough to shave it. It was Friday night and he was all alone. Television was open, but the man didn't pay attention to the program about blue whales.
His phone started to ring. Someone was calling him. The man took the mobile to his hands and checked the ID, before answering.
"Blainey!"
"Good evening, Cooper", Blaine greeted with a sigh.
"Jeez, Blaine, stop talking to me like that. I'm your bro!"
"Stop talking like 16-years-old and I'll consider it", younger brother dryly laughed.
"Funny as always. So, how are you spending your Friday night, huh? Watching document about what, ladybugs, and drinking whiskey?"
"Actually, about blue whales", Blaine corrected.
"As interesting as that sounds, don't you have anything else to do? Like going out, having fun with boys?"
"Men. And I'm not into that stuff anymore", younger Anderson told.
"Jeez, when did you get so old? Feels like I'm the younger one!" Cooper laughed. "But seriously, Blaine, you are so miserable nowadays. You're always home, doing your law things. Seriously, you never wanted to become a lawyer. What happened to your dreams? Becoming an artist? Look, you don't have to please your parents all the time. I didn't and I'm doing great."
Blaine had heard that a thousand times from his brother.
"They're your parents too, remember? Or they were before you left them, us, and moved to LA. And becoming an artist? Those are kids' dreams. I'm an adult man."
"Hey, I'm a grown-up man too. And I never left you, just them", Cooper sounded slightly defended. "And those aren't kids' dreams. You know, I did it, became an actor and living my dream. You should do. I miss the old Blaine who believed that arts really do help and make life better."
"Cooper..."
"I'm serious. You should do something that really makes you happy. It doesn't have to be singing if you don't want to. Maybe... Maybe painting or just go and buy a painting!"
Blaine snorted. "Buy a painting?"
"I'm sure it would help, just try it! But I have to go now. Instead of you, I have a hot date. With Alison."
"Wasn't it Angelica?"
"Oh, yes, Angelica. Thanks, bro. Love you."
"Bye, Cooper."
After ending the call, Blaine just sat here, wondering. Maybe there was a possibility that Cooper was right. After considering Blaine dialed a phone number and made a call to his driver.
"Evening, Charles, come to pick me up. We're going to somewhere."
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Blaine didn't know how but somehow he found himself an hour later in Brooklyn. And the most importantly in an art gallery. He didn't even know there were art galleries which were open that late in evening. He looked all those paintings. They weren't that great. Just some color explosions, which didn't make any sense. There was one hideous one which front of Blaine stopped to watch. It was large, with just a couple of yellow and red stripes and green dots. Even 5-year-old could paint something like that. Even Blaine could.
"How much?" Blaine asked the lady behind the counter.
"500, sweetie", gray-haired woman smiled.
"I'll take it."
The woman nodded and came to painting. She took it from the wall and wrapped it around some kind of plastic. Blaine took a checkbook from his pocket and wrote a cheque. He handed it to the woman.
"May I ask you, what a man like you is doing in a small art gallery in Brooklyn?"
Blaine chuckled. "Someone told me that arts are something that makes your life better, so I decided to buy a painting."
Which he didn't even like.
"Oh dear", the woman laughed a little and took a flyer from her pocket. "If you need an art in your life, maybe you could come to art classes? We are doing classes here every Sunday. This month we are painting human. We have even a model. He is a young and gorgeous gentleman. Maybe you could come and maybe try it?" The woman handed a flyer to Blaine.
"I'll consider it", Blaine told him and smiled a little. "Thank you."
He made a quick call to Charlie and took the painting carrying it out from the gallery. As he stepped outside, Charlie soon arrived and helped him to get the painting in the car.
"You bought a painting, Mister Anderson?"
"Yes, I did. Now, let's go."
-
When Blaine got back home and after Charlie helped him to hang the painting, he sat down in the same armchair and took the glass of whiskey in his left hand and started to stroke his bristle with his right hand. But instead watching a documentary about blue whales, he stared at the hideous painting which was hanging on his living room wall. Blaine took the flyer from his pocket which he got from that lady in the gallery.
"Art classes", he read to himself. "Come to paint human portraits in art gallery Windy Brooklyn in Sunday evenings 6 PM."
Blaine drank the whiskey and put the glass down. "Huh."