Okay...I'm not too sure about this story...I thought I'd post this chapter up and see what people think. Please let me know if it's too confusing or really badly written xD
I do not own Glee! Otherwise I would hire CP Coulter to write it ;)
Blaine Anderson stared into the shiny mirror a mere inches from his face. He patted his smoothly gelled hair and straightened his tie before plastering a wide smile on his face and leaving the men's toilet and back into the large room, filled with important people in suits.
His father spotted him from across the room and made his way over, people parting immediately to create a free path.
"Are you having fun?" The tall man looked down at his son with a firm smile and stern eyes.
"Of course Father."
"I'm sorry we couldn't celebrate your birthday today son." Mr Anderson put a consoling hand on Blaine's shoulder. "It was unfortunate that it clashed with my promotion party."
"It's okay, really." The newly 18 year old boy smiled in what he hoped was a genuine manner. "We can pretend it's tomorrow or something."
"That's my boy. I knew you'd understand." Mr Anderson laughed deeply. "Come with me, there's someone I would like you to meet."
"Okay." Blaine followed his father back through the crowd of people, many of them calling their congratulations and shaking his hand as they passed.
"Blaine, this is Jennifer." Mr Anderson gestured to a petite young girl in a pale pink dress. She held a champagne glass in one hand and sported a sultry smirk on her pink lips. "She's the daughter of Henry. You know Henry don't you son? My old friend. Well," He clapped his hands together. "I shall leave you two youngsters to talk." He walked off, leaving Blaine with the girl.
"Hi." Jennifer twiddled her champagne glass in her delicate fingers, looking up at Blaine through her thick eyelashes.
"Err...Hello." replied Blaine, unconsciously leaning back slightly.
"Congrats on your father's promotion."
"Thank you. It means a lot to him." Blaine was determined to keep their conversation formal.
"He's going to be working much more closely with my father now. I hope this means we can see each other often." She bit her lip, staring into Blaine's eyes.
Well, Blaine thought sarcastically, that was subtle.
"Well...we shall have to see." Blaine smiled politely. "If you'll excuse me, there's somewhere I need to be."
"Okay. Until next time Blaine."
"Yes...err...Goodbye." He left hurriedly, making his way back to the toilets.
He leant on the sink, his head pressing against the cool glass of the mirror. He felt something wet slide down his cheek. He scrubbed angrily at his face. He was eighteen he shouldn't be crying. He was supposed to be mature, and happy for his father. But all he could feel was anger. Unreasonable anger. So his father didn't regard his son's birthday as that important. There were worse things. So his father continued to not acknowledge who he was, continually forcing him to go out to dinner with daughters of his friends and colleagues. It didn't matter. At least he loved him, right? That's all that mattered.
Suddenly the door opened and Blaine quickly straightened himself, wiping hastily at his eyes. The guy walking in was probably of a similar age to Blaine, hair styled smoothly and precisely on top of his pale face and a dark suit that somehow managed to look far smarter than Blaine's. He had an earpiece in one ear and was talking quietly into it with a serious expression.
He leant against the wall furthest from Blaine, eyes flicking up to land on the boy in front of him briefly. His brow furrowed, then he muttered one final thing before reaching up to press something on his earpiece. He straightened up, smoothing the front of his immaculate trousers before looking up at Blaine again.
"Hey...are you alright?" The young man looked in slight concern at Blaine. He nodded, forcing himself to smile.
"Fine." He choked.
"Are you sure?" He checked the sleek black watch on his wrist before looking back up to Blaine. "I have time if you want to talk about anything."
"No, thank you." This time his smile was genuine.
"Okay, well I hope you feel better." The young man nodded politely. He opened his mouth to say something else but was prevented from doing so by the small beep coming from his earpiece. He shot Blaine an apologetic glance before touching the electronic device and answering with a brisk "Yes?" He turned to walk from the bathroom, "No no no! Stay where you are."
Blaine watched him go, definitely not thinking dreamily of the mysterious young man's grey blue eyes and the slender fingers he used to answer his earpiece.
"I'll see you at home Blaine, I have a couple of things to wrap up here." Mr Anderson patted his son's shoulder before turning back to his conversation. Blaine nodded vaguely and headed towards the doors with slumped shoulders. The evening had been both boring and exhausting.
Just as he reached the large glass door he heard a sudden loud bang and was being simultaneously pushed to the floor by the force of another body.
There was a moment of silence before the large room erupted with shouts and scurries.
"Blaine! Blaine!"
"Alpha Team, Beta Team, with me!"
"Somebody call an ambulance!"
"You two. Stay with Agent 26."
Blaine's heart was thumping loudly as he stared at the patterned carpet in front of his face. He could feel the wait of the body on top of him being moved and someone was shouting his name.
"Please stand back sir."
"That's my son!"
Blaine slowly sat up, rubbing his head and looking around in confusion. There were severe looking people in black suits keeping people at about a two meter distance with two men crouching in front of him.
The first thing that caught his attention, however, was the body in front of him which, he assumed, had previously been on top of him. He gasped as he noticed two very obvious things.
Firstly, it was the young man that was in the bathroom earlier. Secondly there was an extraordinary and alarming amount of blood staining the white shirt under the man's black blazer.
Suddenly things made a bit more sense.
The noise...a gun shot. Aimed at...him? Blaine felt a sickening jolt to his stomach. But then...why was he not the one on the floor with the bloody shirt? Had this man...saved him?
One of the suited men was talking into his earpiece. "Agent 26 down, shot to the right shoulder, ambulance on it's way. Alpha and Beta in pursuit."
"W-wha...what..." Blaine mumbled.
"Are you alright sir?" A woman had joined the two men crouched by the body in front of him. Blaine nodded in reply. He felt he couldn't complain about the faint throbbing in his head while the man on the floor could very well be dying.
"You're meant to press harder than that." Commented one of the men to the other, who had his hands pressed on the shoulder wound of their companion.
"I know what I'm doing." Snapped the other. "I got higher than you in the first aid course." He added in a hiss.
"Barely." Was the quiet response.
Blaine's vision was going fuzzy, his head overloaded with different voices and confusion. Everything went black, he fell back onto the floor, the image of the bleeding man imprinted into his hazy dreams.
Please tell me if it's absolute rubbish... I'll prepare myself...
=)