I'm not going to say much but I hope you like it. The title is a lyric from Moments by One Direction. I think it fits well with this story.
Blaine tucked one of his messy curls behind his ear and took his pen from between his teeth. He scribbled an F on the crumpled piece of paper which stood on the piano stand in front of him and replaced the pen to its position between his teeth. His fingers gently caressed the piano as he sung a sweet melody that rang around the quiet room. His voice was crisp and beautiful. Blaine Anderson was a music major at NYU and in his Manhattan flat (the playground of the rich they called it) he spent many hours playing his extensive range of instruments and composing glorious melodies with meaningful lyrics. It was his passion. His calling. His life.
"Are you ready yet?" a voice called from down the hall.
"Do I have to go?" Blaine replied exasperated.
"Yes! It is Jeff's birthday," Nick, his roommate, said as he jogged down the hall and entered the spacious living room, "Dammit Blaine you're not even dressed yet!"
Blaine looked down at the grey sweatpants he was wearing and chuckled, "I have to gel my hair too Nick." He got up reluctantly and crossed to the main bathroom. He pulled open the door that led into the white room and stepped in.
"Honestly Blaine. Are you EVER on time?"
Blaine shut the bathroom door and sighed. OK, so he loved Nick. They had been best friends since sophomore year when Blaine had arrived, innocent and ungroomed, at Dalton Academy for Boys. He could however, be a pain in the ass sometimes. Blaine knew Nick was right and that he should go to his other best friend's party but right now he just wanted to stay at home and compose. To be honest recently that was all he ever wanted to do. Be part of his music and leave reality to everyone else.
"You just don't want to be late for you boyfriend," Blaine shouted through the closed bathroom door as he opened a pot of gel and began to slather it on his mess of black curls. A blob of the purple gel flicked of his finger and splattered on the mirror in front of him. Blaine pulled his long sleeve over his left hand and wiped it from his reflection.
Nick pulled the bathroom door open and poked his head around the frame, his short black hair neatly combed to one side. He was wearing a pair of slim fit, dark blue jeans and plaid shirt. Like always.
"When will you EVER stop making fun of me and Jeff? It has been two years. You need someone else to make fun of."
Blaine laughed and said, "It is just funny how both of you swore you weren't gay and next thing I know, senior year at Dalton, you guys are suddenly dating. I always knew you two had a thing." He winked at Nick.
Nick fake scowled and threw a towel at Blaine who continued to laugh.
"Seriously, hurry up!"