I'm in a really excitable mood today so i decided to give you the first part, i'm going to try and update this atleast once a week, could be more.
So this is the squeal to Our Version Of Events which you should really read before reading this...
This is set 3 years after the epilogue and that's really all you need to know... reviews are always welcome, so are favs and follows!
The song i used in the is called When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars (kinda got my idea from that song)
I sadly own none of this.
October 12th 2014
Blaine took his usual seat on the piano of Head Over Heels, his friend, Wes's bar.
Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now. It all just sounds like. My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways, It all just sounds like, Although it hurts, I hope he buys you flowers,
Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same.
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down,
Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name.
Too young, too dumb to realize,
That I should have bought you flowers,
And held your hand.
Should have gave you all my hours,
When I had the chance.
Take you to every party,
Cause all you wanted to do was dance.
Now my baby's dancing,
But she's dancing with another man.
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life.
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made,
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes.
Too young, too dumb to realize,
That I should have bought you flowers,
And held your hand.
Should have gave you all my hours,
When I had the chance.
Take you to every party,
Cause all you wanted to do was dance.
Now my baby's dancing,
But she's dancing with another man.
I'll be the first to say that I was wrong.
Oh, I know I'm probably much too late,
To try and apologize for my mistakes,
But I just want you to know;
I hope he holds your hand.
Give you all his hours,
When he has the chance.
Take you to every party,
Cause I remember how much you loved to dance.
Do all the things I should have done,
When I was your man.
Do all the things I should have done,
When I was your man.
Blaine played the last few notes before accepting his applause, just like every week. When Blaine returned to New York in hopes of winning Kurt's heart back, he didn't have a plan as to what he was going to do if Kurt wasn't interested. Blaine moved into an apartment with his brother and things went from there. Cooper was at Columbia and Blaine just kind of moped around, expecting something good to come of him but nothing ever did.
He wasn't the same arrogant asshole that he was in Lima, he had changes his ways after losing his job in the Lima Bean, due to a fight with David Karofsky. He realised in that moment that he had to sort himself out, that if he kept being as pathetic as he was being now, he was going to get nowhere. Once he arrived in New York and had his heart ripped out and tossed to the side by some very tall blonde, he decided that he'd go back into music. He went around different pubs and clubs, playing covers of his favourite songs. People enjoyed it, Blaine always knew he had a good voice, he just never thought it was good enough for the music industry.
One night after he played a gig, he ran into an old friend from his short time at Dalton, Wesley Richards. It turned out Wes ran a bar near where Blaine was living and asked if he wanted to take up the spot on Friday nights, of course without having to think about it, Blaine agreed. Anything to help him get back on his feet. He still wasn't 100%, but he felt better about himself, Blaine had changed. He was a better person now and he hoped he could show that to all the right people.
"Dude, you really need to stop doing such depressing songs." Wes laughed as Blaine approached him from the public side of the bar. Wes handed him a drink and Blaine took a sip.
"I know, I know. I just... I mean I want to sing cheerful songs but I'd just feel like I wasn't putting any effort it, y'know?" Blaine sighed as he placed himself down on a bar stool, just as a young woman approached the bar.
"I'll have a martini and one of him." She flashed Blaine a flirtatious wink.
"Sorry sweetheart, gayer than Christmas." Blaine didn't even look at her to know she had a disappointed look on her face, she took her drink and turn sharply on her heel.
"You also need to stop doing that." Wes raised his eyebrows at his friend.
"Stop what? Being gay?" Blaine looked up and flashed the man a confused look.
"No, i mean stop shutting yourself off, why don't you go out and find a nice hunky guy." Wes nudged Blaine.
"I don't shut myself off, I'm just not a huge fan of having woman hitting on me..." Blaine smiled slightly.
"Whatever Blaine, I just think you should get over Kurt sometime soon, it's been 4 years." Wes shrugged as he walked away from Blaine to serve other customers. Blaine rolled his eyes, Wes was right but it wasn't as simple as that, you don't just decided one day that you no longer have feelings for someone, things like that take time. They shouldn't take this much time though... Blaine was about to get up off his stool when a rather bitchy woman walked over to the bar and started shouting abuse, while trying to get herself a drink.
"What have a i got to do to get myself a fucking drink around here?" She asked herself as her hands hit the bar, making a loud bang.
"Use someone fucking manners." Blaine subconsciously answered.
"Oh, you're starting with me, are you Frodo?" The girl whipped her head in a bitchy manner. "Let me tell you something hobbit, I'm from Lima Heights and over there, we don't take no shit from no one, so you can make snarky comments at me all you like, I'll just have to kick your lonely little ass all the way back to the shire." The woman snapped as she turned her gaze to Blaine. "Anderson?" She stopped. Blaine looked up at her and raised his eyebrows.
"Santana?" Blaine blurted.
"Wow... You look like shit." Santana snorted as Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Wish i could say the same about you, Y-you look great." Blaine pushed his lips together as Santana pulled him into a tight hug.
"I thought you were still wasting your life in Lima?" She wanted to know as she placed herself next to Blaine.
"I was... B-but I erm, I wanted to make something of myself." Blaine told her, not wanting to admit the true reason he was here.
"Well you could have done that 4 years ago by not dumping Hummel's perfectly crafted ass." Santana laughed slightly, Blaine turned away from her. The mention of Kurt sent him back into his shell; of course Santana would still be friends with Kurt if they were in both in New York.
"I'm well aware of that." Blaine almost whispered. Santana got that he was upset and placed an arm around his shoulders, he smiled slightly at the gesture and turned to look at her.
"Look, if it makes you feel better, when I first came here, I was a mess too." She smiled, showing that they had the same problems.
"Really?" Blaine asked. He and Santana had never really been friends; they spoke once or twice when they were in high school, only because Santana was threatening to cut his penis off if he hurt Kurt in anyway, so technically he should be penis-less right now. Blaine explained everything to Santana, minus the part of coming to see Kurt. She understood his decision to let Kurt get on with his life, she didn't agree with it but she understood since that was exactly what Brittany had said to her. Santana told Blaine what had been happening with her, trying to leave out as much about Kurt as possible but that was hard since her and Kurt were now like brother and sister.
As the night went on, both Blaine and Santana had had a few to drink and stayed out later than both had anticipated and were drunker than anticipated.
"Come on you two, you've had way too much to drink." Wes sighed as the pair were laughing frantically at nothing what so ever.
"We decided when we've had too much, thank you very much Jackie Chan!" Santana slurred as Blaine burst out laughing. Wes rolled his eyes at them.
"I'm calling you both a cab." Wes said sternly.
"N-no, I'll call Gandalf, he'll get me home!" Blaine told Wes as he pulled his phone out.
"When you start insulting yourself, I know you're drunk." Wes sighed again as the pair started to laugh at Blaine's jokes about himself. Shortly after, 2 cabs pulled up outside Wes's pub and chucked them both in, Wes told one driver Blaine's address no problem at all but then realised he didn't know Santana's address.
"I am not telling some hair-ass bloke my address." She protested.
"Santana, he's a freakin cab driver." Wes was clearly pissed off.
"Fine, fine." She eventually gave in, telling him her address.
Blaine couldn't remember the last time he had felt this at ease. He was on cloud 9 with the lack of thoughts going through his mind. He had genuinely had a good time tonight and was glad that Santana had taken his mind off this.