Blaine was sitting in his favorite coffee shop stressing out over the lines for an audition he was going to that afternoon. In about a half an hour to be exact and he was blanking. He picked up his coffee cup and sighed in frustration when all he sucked back was air. Just as he was about to go over his lines one last time a long and muscular hand placed another cup right in front of him.

"It's so crazy. I was sitting over there checking out this guy when all of a sudden I'm like 'wait a second I know that hair'" Blaine's eyes tighten as the line and that voice tugs at an old memory of his. He lifts his eyes from the cup scanning the body before him, tall and lean with definite hints at well-defined muscles stood there. When Blaine's eyes finally reached the man's face, despite himself, he gasped a little bit. "Although, you did use a lot more gel back then…" Sebastian stood before him with a hopeful smile. Or maybe a God-I-Hope-You've-Forgiven-Me smile, either way it tugged at Blaine.

The pair hadn't seen each other for a little over five years and hadn't spoken since regionals their junior year in high school. After the slushie and all the madness with Dave Karofsky they had completely fallen out. Now, five years after high school Blaine was living in New York and apparently so was Sebastian. They stood face to face staring at the other for what seemed like hours but was more like minutes. Sebastian was waiting for Blaine to say something. Anything. He had sat across the coffee shop four almost an hour trying to get up the courage to go over and speak to him and the first thing out of his mouth was that dumb ass line he had used long ago at The Lima Bean. He couldn't read Blaine's expression and it was slightly unnerving to him.

Blaine finally broke the store and immediately started throwing all of his things into his bag, shaking his head slightly. "I, um, I have to go…" He glanced back up at Sebastian as he was throwing his bag over his shoulder, and saw his face fall and eyes squeeze shut. Blaine bit back his apology, picked up the new cup of coffee and headed for the door. Sebastian quickly recovered himself though and followed after Blaine.

When Sebastian finally caught up with him right outside the door he placed a hand on the shorter man's shoulder. "Wait. Please. At least let me apologize."

Blaine's eyes tightened at the touch but he turned back around and stared up at Sebastian. All he could see in the blue eyes was sincerity and a slight twinge of regret. "I… I really can't right now. I have to go and I don't know if…"

But Sebastian cut in "Please. Just once and then, if you want, I'll leave you alone." Sebastian paused, trying to come up with an idea. "Here. Give me your phone and I'll put my number in it and if you decide that you can you can call me and we'll figure it out from there." Blaine sighed but reluctantly handed over his phone to him. Sebastian quickly put his number in the phone and handed it back to Blaine. "Thank you." He said earnestly. Blaine only nodded in response before hurrying off.

At his audition, Blaine couldn't think or even begin to process what had just happened and who he had just seen. He wasn't ready for this. Five years, he thought as he sat for his turn, five damn years and I still can't deal with this. He wanted to hate Sebastian after everything, he wanted to delete his number and never return to that coffee shop. But, the coffee was delicious and his phone seemed to weigh about a thousand pounds all of a sudden. Blaine just couldn't bring himself to admit that he wanted to see Sebastian again, he wanted to hear his voice, and he wanted to know if he really was as different as he had appeared.

The Sebastian that had stood before him today had looked so different to the polo-sporting one Blaine had known when he was seventeen. The new Sebastian had been wearing dark colored jeans, a black crew neck that clung to his chest, a thick grey cardigan, and he had ditched his contacts for a pair of thick black framed glasses. Blaine had also noted that Sebastian had stopped using a lot of his hair gel, only using enough to spike his long bangs up. He would have looked like a complete dork if his body and attitude didn't scream sex. No, he berated himself; you can't let yourself think like that.

His hand twitched towards his phone, after all one quick text wouldn't hurt him too much, right? "Anderson, Blaine?" Someone called out, "You're up." Blaine sighed, it would have to wait. He needed to nail this audition. It was already March and he hadn't gotten any of the parts he had auditioned for. His father had been very clear, he had a year to get a part and if he didn't he would be back in Lima working for him, and that was the last thing Blaine wanted. He grabbed his sheet music and headed into the room, trying to clear his head.

Blaine sighed as he unlocked the door to his apartment. Of course, he couldn't manage to get Sebastian out of his head through the entire audition and he's sure he screwed it up. He threw his bag onto the couch and walked straight to his bedroom. After a long, hot shower Blaine climbed into bed, completely exhausted. He shut off his lamp and tried to fall asleep. After a half hour of tossing and turning, and glaring at his phone, he huffed as he snatched it off the night stand and sent one text message.

Blaine Anderson (1:27am): Coffee shop at 11. Be ready to talk.