A/N: Hello! I started writing this...a while ago actually. It's based off a movie called What Happens Next. It's an ok film, but I didn't think it dealt with the main character's gay crisis very well, hence I started writing. Canon is pretty much uh...not actually there? Completely AU. I'll update every Wednesday! Thanks to Brooke for supporting me in Docs and telling me when I misspelled something accidentally.

Blaine Devon Anderson had 52 suits minimum, a total of 54 overall. He had 164 white dress shirts, 5 pale white shirts, and a couple blue shirts. All of his ties were silk. His dad always told him that the tie makes the man, so he tried to own the ones that would tell the world what kind of man he was: simple, conservative, a dash of bright colors to tie it all in.

And one God awful paisley pink tie that Cooper must've bought while he was drunk off his ass in the Caribbean

Blaine always had a simple routine, one that he perfected in the 10 years that he ran his company as CEO. Some thought that he was a bit tight for a 28 year old, but at the same time it relaxed Blaine to have a routine.

Especially when his company was one that valued chaos; sometimes running a flower delivering company with deadlines and rush orders and last minute Valentine's Day orders. It was nice to have a strict measurement of time that he always followed no matter what.

Well he did have a simple routine. Today was the day he was selling his company for a very high and mighty profit that allowed him to never work again.

Blaine awoke from his king sized bed in his penthouse in New York. The sun streamed in through his windows, letting a beam of light cut across his comforter. He shifted from his spot facing the wall so he could lay looking out his window. He could barely see the view of the New York skyline from his spot in the bed. It was why he picked this penthouse in the first place. He was right across from Central Park, yet the skyline was still perfectly visible from his bedroom. It also allowed the sun to only peek in rather than full-on assault his eyes in the morning.

He stretched his arms above his head and sat up. He checked the bedside clock. 6:54 a.m. Exactly on schedule. Blaine quirked a grin at his sleeping routine, still like clockwork, before he got out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom. It was time for his shower before his nosey brother stormed in.

Blaine hadn't told anyone outside of his company that he was selling it to Google (don't ask HIM why Google would want a flower company worth about a billion dollars, they just did). Every time he was about to, the words slipped from his grasp. Maybe he didn't really want anybody to know anyways. His company, as far as they knew, thought that Blaine was going to still run it with Google. Blaine thought about it, but in the end, the idea of running the company while he didn't even own it anymore kind of made his skin crawl.

He hadn't really thought about what he'd do once he had his early retirement and was able to just be, but he knew he'd figure it out eventually. There was only so many things one could do in New York before they had to find a hobby.

Blaine closed the door to his office with a quiet click. He was technically early today, but he figured that was best considering he was selling the rights to his company by the end of the day. The contract was even sitting on his desk, which oh my God made him extremely nervous. He wondered if he should just sign it now, get it over with. If he did that, though, he wouldn't have anything to really do for the rest of the day. Then again, he didn't have anything else to do to begin with. Why torture himself?

In a move that completely was a break of character for him, he quickly sat down and signed the contract before barging out of his office and leaving hastily. He didn't even take his jacket off.

Blaine sat in his penthouse, back from his odd break of routine, with nothing exactly to do. He had T.V. and movies and even video games, but really they were for show to his other family, to help them think he was a normal 20 something. Really, though, he didn't do much when he was in. He had a mini-library that he really spent most of his days in, some of the books still wrapped in plastic from where he ordered them online, but all he did in there was read the newspaper. Maybe occasionally he would pick up one of his books, but he'd end up sitting it down just as quickly.

He looked around from where he sat in his dining room, trying to figure out exactly what he could do until tonight, when he knew Cooper would come bursting in for his early retirement party. No doubt, he'd have an opinion on exactly what he should wear and who he could take as a date and what food he should be eating, even though Cooper himself was the one to order it.

Blaine sighed and picked up his newspaper again, although he had already read it. It was still too early to do is after-work shower he normally did. Routine was the only thing he knew now.

He was right; Cooper did burst into his apartment.

"So I'm looking for the one, the only, Blaine Anderson. The one who sold his company today to Google and no longer needs a job." He grinned as he looked across the open living room, no doubt looking to see if he had some hidden fan or paparazzi somewhere in Blaine's apartment. Being the face of Blaine's (former) company, he ran into his fair share of fans. But did he really expect Blaine to just have them sitting around, awaiting Cooper's grand entrance?

Apparently.

"Hey Coop." Blaine grunted from his living room couch. He didn't really expect Cooper to be late, but he kind of hoped he wouldn't come at all.

"Aww is that the attitude a young multi-billionaire should have?" Cooper sighed and sat next to Blaine on the couch, "Aren't you excited to be done with the old grindstone?"

Blaine shrugged.

He sighed again, "C'mon, Blaine, let's find your outfit that you're going to wear tonight for the big party."

Blaine grunted again. You'd think Cooper would stop trying to pick outfits for him after the paisley-tie incident, but nope, he says he knows best.

Two hours later, Blaine was schmoozing with the other partygoers, most other CEO's of companies, some Cooper's acting friends, most Blaine didn't actually know. All there to celebrate the fact that now, Blaine had no routines to follow, no job to distract him from his life. Blaine would've been a fool to not take the offer, and really Blaine needed a break from all the stress that company gave him, but really what did he expect?

"Blaine!" Cooper grabbed his extended elbow and almost dragged him to the other side of the room, where he spotted an old friend of Cooper's, Mary, and what looked like her sister. "Blaine you know Mary." Cooper stated, "This is her cousin, Janice."

Blaine sighed. He was close to rolling his eyes.

"I'm happy to meet you." Janice said softly, a giggle bursting out at the end.

Blaine painted on his best heart-breaking smile and nodded, "I'm charmed as well." He looked to his brother, "Cooper here didn't mention inviting you or your cousin."

"It was sort of last minute." Mary said with a brush of her hair off her shoulder. Blaine didn't necessarily mind Mary, but at 6'4, she kind of intimidated Blaine, not to mention the fact that she acted like she was a better actress than she really was. She was a sweetheart otherwise, just a little...pushy. "I had been out of town until today, and Cooper decided to ask me and my cousin here to see how the New York elite party." She smiled at Blaine's strained face, "Janice here just moved to New York from Wyoming."

Blaine refrained himself from rolling his eyes again. He knew exactly where this was going. Cooper probably had Mary bring Janice just so Cooper could see if Blaine would hit on her and take her out for a date. It was a running joke in his family that Blaine never dated. Ever. His life was his job. His lover was his desk. His best friend was his pen. Even in high school Blaine didn't date around. There had been a couple girls right before graduation, but really he didn't enjoy it very much so he didn't see the point.

Nonetheless, Blaine couldn't be rude and inform Janice that really he didn't want to date anybody. After all, Janice did seem like a nice girl and he just couldn't bring himself to blurt out that he would rather be sitting at his desk than dating this girl. He smiled again, hoping it looked real, and responded, "Ah. I hope you're enjoying New York."

Janice grinned and did a slight bounce, "I am! It's amazing out here. I hope to get a job soon."

Cooper nudged Blaine's elbow, "Janice is a night club singer." Like that would somehow change Blaine's mind about whether he wanted to date her or not.

He tried to act like it was a bigger deal than it really was, but he knew he mostly failed, "Really? I hope you get a job here too."

Mary took Cooper's arm and whispered something in his ear, and then turned back to the two, "We're going to check to see if everyone else is comfortable. We'll just leave you two alone, get to know each other."
Blaine was right. They were trying to hook him up.

Mary soon was dragging Cooper away towards Blaine's kitchen while Janice and Blaine were left just staring at each other. He shuffled his feet and darted his gaze away from her expectant face. He didn't want to be in front of her. He looked at his empty glass of wine and found his out.
"Looks like I'm out of wine." His smile wasn't even fake, he was that relieved, "It was nice to meet you Janice."

To keep up appearances, he made his way over to the wine table and filled up with a red merlot. Hopefully no one noticed that before he was drinking white wine. Some people are picky about switching wines without getting a new glass.

"Gather round, gather round!" Cooper shouted while simultaneously tapping a knife against his champagne glass. Once the crowd had calmed down and was looking at Cooper, some reluctant, he spoke again, "Does everyone have champagne?" A quick glance around the room even though it was obvious the answer was yes, "Good. Today, we're here to celebrate my baby brother, who today sold his company and is able to retire at 28!"

Polite applause. Blaine tried his hardest to suppress a groan, but from the looks of Cooper's sideways glance, he failed.

"When he was just 18, he started this company with nothing other than his computer and our mother's garden, much to her anger about it!" The crowd laughed, "And today, his former company just sold for a little over a billion dollars to Google." Cooper raised his glass, "To my little brother!"

"To Blaine!" The room chorused out, and Blaine felt a little twinge in his heart. He could feel the pride from the group, even if half of them he didn't even know. Blaine was just about to sit back down, but Cooper grabbed his arm, stopping him short, "To show him how happy I am for him, I got him something." Cooper looked right into Blaine's eyes, the look screaming, 'Wait here or you will regret it.'

When Cooper came back, Blaine kind of hoped he had run instead.
Cooper came back with…a dog: a puppy actually, by the looks of it. Chocolate brown in color, he had bright blue eyes and was panting in Cooper's arms.

"Blaine, this is for you." Cooper said with his trademark commercial grin, the one that Blaine knew for a fact was faker than his cheekbones. "What better to keep you occupied and love than this little buddy here?"
Blaine didn't even resist this time. He rolled his eyes, "Cooper, why are you giving me a dog?"

Cooper's eyes went a little soft, "You loved Peanut when we were kids."

Lies. Blaine hated that dog. Peanut was a Chihuahua that bit his ankles when he got up and yapped loudly whenever Blaine even bothered to move around anywhere in the house. He rejoiced when his dad's car hit the dog when he was 13. They had only had him for a few years, but that was a few years too many in Blaine's mind. They never got another dog after that.

Cooper moved on before Blaine could bring up his hatred for that dog, not his love, "Besides, how can you say no to this adorable looking face?"
Blaine sighed and looked at it again. The puppy's tongue flitted out to lick Cooper's hand, and Blaine felt his heart tear just a little. All right so it was kind of cute.

Cooper held out the puppy in his arms to signal that Blaine should take it. After scooping it up in his arms, he realized just how adorable having a new dog could be. He could take it for walks in Central Park, he could teach it how to fetch his paper from the front door, he could build one of those machines that allows it to even open doors…!

That's when the new puppy lost all its cute points and takes a piss in Blaine's arms. Damnit this was an Italian suit!

Blaine stared at the dog, taking up space on Blaine's left side of the bed. It was stretched out as much as it could, and Blaine knew that when it got bigger, it was going to be hell to get room in the bed.

It (or, rather, she he found out) had whined until he had removed it from the kitchen and put it in his room. And now, just as she buried her head underneath the unused pillow, Blaine realized that he has no idea how to take care of a dog.

When they had Peanut, he didn't even have to bother with doing anything. He had been his mom's dog, so she did the walking and feeding and generally everything else that the dog needed. All Blaine had to do was stay out of the dog's way whenever it came by him.

But now that he was pretty much forced a dog, he had to remember whatever the hell his mom did for that damn dog. She did get him a ton of dog food, the brand Blaine didn't think mattered. Walks…well since he didn't have work anymore it would be pretty easy to take her to Central Park whenever she needed to go out. Bathroom duties. This dog better not be pooping and peeing in his apartment.

He sighed again. Why did Cooper think this was a good idea again? As he settled under his covers, the dog suddenly got up and trotted over to Blaine's neck and cuddled into the crook of his shoulder.

At least Cooper had left him a silly book about what to do with a dog.