WOO! Sequel time =) Yeah it's early, whatever. So for those who haven't read Wait!What? This won't make any sense. So...go read it :L This story takes place 5 years after Wait!What? When they were in their Final year of high school. AND BOY ARE THINGS DIFFERENT! Well that's it for that, enjoy.

I shimmied around in my short black dress. I fixed the hem so it sat just right and straightened the single sleeve. I looked at my nose, straight and small. Just like normal. I saw Brittany and Santana walking up through the mirror and turned to face them.

"Hey guys! How's it looking out there?" I asked.

"Full crowd! Like people are squashed shoulder to shoulder." Santana said.

"Yeah. Lot's." Brittany agreed.

"So you'll never guess who we have here!" San cried.

"Who?" I cried. I picked up my screwdriver and downed it, feeling it effects almost instantly. When I turned back around to see the familiar brown eyes and blonde hair.

"Still hitting the drinks I see." Quinn said.

"Quinnie!" I screamed, running forward to hug her. "Ohmygod, I haven't seen you since high school! How are you? Where've you been?"

"Well I moved here to New York a few days ago and was trying to look you up, but I haven't had time, and when I searched you on Google, it said you have a gig here at McLaren's Bar (A/N Yeah, yeah it's the bar from How I Met Your Mother, sue me, I couldn't think of anything else. So copyright, whatever ;L) I decided to come see and then I ran into these to and- Oh, so yeah."

"And who?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh nobody."

"Come on we should go find some seats." Santana chimed. Quinn, Brittany and Santana ran off. I shrugged and turned to the mirror, fluffing my hair before taking a deep breath and walking out on stage. There were some whoops and wolf-whistles. I smiled, after the show I can get my flirt going, but now, focus on the music.

"Hello! What a wonderful Friday night here in Manhattan. Light's are shining, music is pumping. So let's get this show set of with a bang!"

"Yeah!" Santana called.

"I love you!" Quinn called.

"Wooooo!" The crowd cheered. I giggled.

"Oh stoooop! Alright! Who's ready to party!"

"Yeah!" A random fan called.

"Alright!" The beat started playing "Last Friday Night" and I slipped into the rhythm and let the words come out.

(Time warp)

"That was amazing!" Quinn screamed, running forward.

"Thanks."

"Hey...you look different." I pointed to my nose.

"Nose job."

"Your joking."

"Nope."

"Wo-ow." She said stretching the word into two syllables. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, I turned to see a guy with light brown hair that sat messily on his head.

"Jeremiah." He said, sticking his hand out.

"Well, hello." I said giggly.

"Do you, uh, wanna dance?" He asked.

"Sure." I said but Quinn cleared her throat. "Oh right. Listen, this is my friend and she just moved here and I haven't seen her in 5 years! So maybe next time."

"Sure." He said hopefully.

"Ohmygod Quinn! Did you see that guy? He was probably the best looking guy this week! I mean they were all pretty good looking. But he was hot!"

"Yeah but I found someone cuter." Quinn said. "OK San! Bring him over!" I raised an eyebrow. Huh? Cuter then Mr Jeremiah? Pfft, doubt it. But my mouth dropped open at the site of the guy.

"B-Blaine?" I stuttered. Blaine Anderson stood right in front of me. Same curly hair, same hazel eyes, same old-fashioned shape face. Same kind smile. My eyes teared up.

"Why did you bring him here?" I asked before turning and walking out the back door. I sat, shivering in the alleyway behind the bar, sobbing. I hope I didn't get mugged, that would just add insult to injury. Why did Blaine have to be here? All the pain that had happened 5 years ago had blocked from my memory. 5 years of drinking and a year and a half of bed hopping to help remove the trauma of losing my baby...great there goes my work. I sobbed harder.

"How are you?" Blaine said quietly from beside me.

"Argh! Fuck! Jesus Christ!" I screamed. Blaine put his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry."

"No...No, it's my fault. Jesus. You look great. No difference really." I rambled.

"Yeah...You look different. You cut your hair, and you got a nose job." I touched my nose self-consciously.

"Yeah." I scratched my scalp awkwardly and cleared my throat.

"I wish you'd stop running away from me." Blaine said abruptly.

"I'm not running from you, I'm running from my past."

"Your always gonna have a bad past. I saw Finn." I balled my hands up into fists.

"Really?" I spit through teeth.

"Yeah. He looks like crap. That was 2 years ago."

"Huh."

"Yep."

"I"m sorry." I cried.

"Don't be." He said softly.

"Your to good for me, Blaine. I'm messed up."

"I heard. Santana told me how you've been acting like her lately."

"I have not! I have NOT been with ANY girls, EVER!" Blaine chuckled.

"Don't get defensive Rach."

"Who says I'm defensive?" I joked. Blaine took my hand and kissed it slightly.

"I miss you." He said and left.

"Wait!" I called.

"I'll see you later, Rach."

"Blaine!"

"Bye, bye Rach." He smiled and walked out of the alley.

"That was short." I muttered. I looked at my palm, there was a piece of paper, I noticed Blaine's messy scrawl.

The Ritz on 21st Ave. Room 127.

I'll see you.

-Blaine.

I smiled. Santana stumbled out, holding the hand of an unknown blonde.

"Oh, Rachel. Hey. Where- Where'd Blaine go?" She slurred. I smiled wider.

"He's gone. I'll see you, San. I have someone to see."

"Honey. Don't be getting your mack on with some random-ass loser when Blainie is looking out for you."

"I'm not. Excuse me, I think it's time to re-visit the past."

"Yeah, you lost me. Well I have some macking to do. Later, Rach." She and the girl ran off giggling. I walked back into the bar. Quinn was standing near the door.

"Hey Quinnie. I'm heading out."

"Where?" She asked.

"The Ritz on 21st."

"That's where Blaine is."

"I know." I smiled and left.

OH YEAH! It was fast I know. But it's not going to be all smiles and rainbows. There might be another death, there might not. Someone might come back, maybe they won't. Rachel might get pregnant again, maybe she won't. Maybe Blaine and Rachel won't even get together and I just said they would to be mean. LOL OK, I'm not that mean =)

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