A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but I just wanted to see what people think before I start writing it properly. So, think of it as an introductory chapter and please tell me if you think I should continue or not! Thanks :)
"I really can't believe you're leaving us all, Blaine. Well, mostly me really...what am I going to do without you?! I need my gay sidekick to watch chick flicks with and to help me pick out outfits, and countless other girly things that I could spend forever listing," I ranted to my best friend as he poured us both another glass of wine. Handing the glass to me, he put his arm around my shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. "San, you know I have to go, and you know the last thing I want to do is leave you." I look up at him and pout, knowing he can't take it, so he continues. "You're my best friend and I love you so much. But it's not like we'll just stop talking, and we can visit each other all the time. And quit pouting, you're gonna make me cry!" he says, sniffling a little. "You're such a pussy, Blaine! Man up," I tease, with one of my signature winks in an attempt to cover up my true feelings, and move to sit down with the others. It's Blaine's leaving get together at Berry's, a bar in London which we both work in, along with the rest of the staff; Rachel, Sam, Brittany, Mike and Marley. Rachel's dads bought the bar a couple of years ago and employed us all; partly to help us out financially, but mostly due to Rachel's insistent pestering until they finally gave in. Since then, we've all become more like one big family; especially with Blaine and I being roommates, we'd soon become even more inseparable than we were before. He's like the brother I never had and always wanted, that's why I can't bear to see him leave. I try to put on a brave face and a fake smile to enjoy our last gathering together before everything changes, but really, I don't know how I'll cope without him. Despite being close to everyone else, Blaine's the only one that really gets me and vice versa. He's my shoulder to cry on and the only one that knows exactly what to do to make me feel better. My train of thought is interrupted when Britt whispers in my ear, "San, are you okay? You look all sad and you've got your thinking face on." I jump a little in surprise, but can't help but smile at her concern and I turn to her and nod, "Yeah Britt, I'm fine. Just gonna miss Blaine is all." She nodded too, contemplatively and hugged me slightly, "Don't worry San, I'll still be here." And she was right, I wasn't completely alone, I still had the rest of our extremely unconventional family.
The rest of the night went by more smoothly, with me realising there was no need to sit around moping when I should be having fun with my friends. To cut a long story short, we all got extremely drunk and decided it was best if we all just stay at Rachel, Britt and Marley's next door. Waking up this morning, I felt like I had been hit by a truck; however, my mood suddenly lifted when I noticed the smell of bacon and I started to make my way to its source. "See, this is why I need you around, to be my personal chef after a night out," I joke, accepting Blaine's hug after he'd plated up the huge pile of bacon. "More like personal slave," he deadpanned, smirking down at me. The others staggered in shortly after, all looking equally as dishevelled as each other and we all sat eating our bacon in comfortable silence; too hungover to go to the effort of making conversation. After the debrief of the previous night, including the usual antics; Rachel singing loudly on karaoke, Sam doing his crazy stripper dance, Marley giggling hysterically over nothing, Britt and Mike showing off their dancing skills, and Blaine and I having our standard heart to heart; everyone decided to part their ways as we all had different plans for the day ahead.
