Hey guys! This is my first multichap for Glee. Why? Because I'm not that good at updating. I'll try my best, though! I don't own Glee or the song referenced. Each chapter will focus on two lines of the song - I may or not do the whole thing, though. Reviews are love.

DISCLAIMER: Glee, and the song "Don't You Want Me", as covered by Glee, are not mine.


"You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
When I met you."

I had achieved a lot since High School. After my fist single stayed at number one for five weeks, my career had only improved. I was everything you'd expect from a celebrity - rich, pampered and with a fondness for designer labels. I tried not to let stardom take me over; I tried my hardest to be kind, to be sweet, to be Blaine. It's just that Blaine sometimes got lost under record labels and pricy cocktails I was in the habit of drinking. It was in one of these bars I was reunited with my past.

"Oh my Gaga! Blaine? Blaine Anderson?" I was used to being recognised by people, so when the waiter first spoke, it took me a moment to realise I recognised the soft, high-pitched voice. When I did, I almost choked on my drink.

"Kurt? What are you doing here?" Kurt Hummel, my old flame was stood in front of me, holding a drinks tray. Kurt hadn't really changed that much in the three years we'd been apart. He was still quite effeminate, although he was noticeably less baby-faced. His hair was the same as it had always been - somewhat coiffed, and combed and hairsprayed neatly into place. The real difference was his attire. Gone was the Dalton uniform and elaborate designer clothes, he was dressed in the plain black shirt and nametag of a waiter.

"I work here." Said Kurt, looking irritated. "Was the fact I'm serving you your drink not obvious enough?" I took a sip of my drink in an attempt to clear my pampered brain. Kurt's presence had dragged all my high school memories to the surface again. I remembered my time in the Warblers startlingly vividly, I remembered Kurt and my first kiss, and all that followed. I remembered the breakup - it had been Kurt's decision, and to this day I didn't actually know what I'd done wrong. "Blaine?" said Kurt, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Sorry." I said, running a hand through my curls. Kurt smiled. "I meant to ask why are you working here?" Kurt's smile evaporated as quick as it had appeared. He glared at me in that bitchy way only he could.

"We don't all make it on the big time, you know."

"OK, ok. Touchy subject. Sorry. How are you?"

"Fine." Said Kurt bluntly. "No need to ask you how you're doing, if your oh-so-cheerful TV appearances are anything to go by." I forced a laugh, hoping I was imagining the annoyance in Kurt's voice. "Look, Blaine, it's great to see you, but I have to work. Maybe we can catch up sometime."

I scribbled my number on a napkin and handed it to Kurt. "Call me when you're off work." Kurt took the napkin and rolled his eyes when I flashed him my best dazzling grin.

"I'll get back to you on that."