What the hell had happened to him? Three months ago, Blaine Anderson had everything that he could ever ask for; a husband and an amazing music career. But all of that had turned to hell. Blaine and Kurt had been fighting almost every day over the most stupid of things; the media were determined to tear his career to shreds for no apparent reason and he just couldn't find any way to be happy. This life he had always dreamed of was the life he desperately wanted to escape from. Ironic.
Blaine couldn't find Kurt anywhere when he was leaving for New York for a show, he figured he was working and decided to just leave. They weren't exactly on good term after their fight last night that resulted in Blaine sleeping on the couch. He couldn't even remember what they were fighting about. He texted his husband a quick message before climbing into the back of his car, his driver automatically driving him to the airport. He ran a hand through his short curly hair like he always did when he was stressed. He really wasn't up for this show, but it was for a children's charity and he would have felt awful to turn it down. Plus, since his downfall because of the recent fixation from the paparazzi, his offers were decreasing by the second, and he knew that by this rate he'd be lucky to be making a third record. Life was just fantastic.
Blaine opened his eyes with a groan when the flight attendant gently tapped him to wake him up. They'd arrived in New York already. He smiled at the flight attendant and got his stuff, hurrying off of the plane to get his luggage. He turned on his phone to find multiple messages from Kurt about how he didn't say goodbye to him, and it obviously reflected how much he cared about him. He didn't even think about texting back, throwing his phone into his bag with a sigh as he sat on the chair and waited on his luggage. And waited and waited and waited. Of course his luggage got lost, of course.
After leaving the hectic airport and finally being able to haul a cab, he asked the driver to take him to the nearest bar. He needed to relax for a bit, any more stress and he was sure he was going to explode. The driver pulled up to a run-down bar with the small sign above it stating "The Midnight Tavern". Seemed classy. Blaine paid the driver and entered the bar, not surprised to only find three or four old wasted men in it. He sat at the bar and sighed getting out his phone to see even more texts from Kurt that he was positive he wasn't going to reply to, until he saw the last one that said "We need to talk when you get home." Blaine stared at his phone, feeling his heart race. He knew him and Kurt weren't in a very good place, but he thought they could work it out.
"What can I get you?" A soft voice interrupted Blaine's racing thoughts and he looked up to see a small raven-haired girl with the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen looking at him intently. "Uh, just a beer," he said, smiling slightly at her. She set the beer in front of him, leaning against the bar table, curiosity sweeping across her face, "you're that guy from the radio, aren't you? Shane?" She had a strong Australian accent. "Blaine," he chuckled slightly, taking a sip of his beer. He looked back down at his phone, seeing even more messages, but he just turned it off, slipping it into his pocket and taking a chug of his beer. The girl continued to stare at him like she was waiting for something, her eyebrow raised slightly. Blaine set down his beer and looked back at her. "What?" A slight smile tugged on her painted red lips, "just because you're rich and famous doesn't mean you get a free beer." "Oh, shit, sorry," Blaine started, quickly reaching into his pocket and getting out his wallet. The girl laughed slightly, shaking her head, "you know what, it's on the house."
Blaine looked up at her again, smiling at her and putting away his wallet again. "Thanks," he said sincerely. He checked his watch and quickly got up. "I better go, thanks again for the beer," he said, reaching into his pocket again.
"Anytime, hot shot."
He leaned against the table, "hey, I didn't catch your name."
"No, you didn't," she smirked.
Blaine chuckled before walking out of the bar, leaving the girl as she began to clean the table, something green catching her eye from the other end of the table where Blaine was sitting. She walked over, finding a $100 bill left by him.