Okay so here is chapter two everyone! I probably won't be updating everyday (actually I know for sure I wont' be) but I was inspired to write today, so here we go! This is also on my tumblr (blainedays) and on livejournal!

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"Okay, so I had two serious boyfriends…and then some smatterings of men that I dated…" Blaine begins, opening his mouth to continue before he's cut off.

"What's the boy word for slut?" Amelia asks from her place perched at the headboard of her bed, raising an eyebrow at him with her arms crossed over her chest. Blaine purses his lips and looks up for a moment as he thinks over the question.

"They still haven't come up with one," he says with a nod and a laugh, rolling his eyes slightly. Blaine leans forward slightly, propping his elbows up on his knees and clasping his hands before resting his chin on them. "Now, are you done interrupting me so I can start the story, or can I go to bed?" he asks with raised eyebrows and a barely concealed smile.

Amelia sighs and shakes her head slightly as she uncrosses her arms. "No, no, I'm ready, go," she says as she replaces her hand with her marker on the notebook.

Blaine holds his daughter's eye for a moment before continuing to speak, his mind drifting to the past, drifting to the past that he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to revisit. "Once upon a time, in the distant past of 2013, a 22-year-old Blaine Anderson was preparing to make his first big move in his career. From Ann Arbor, Michigan, to the greatest city in the world, New York City," he says dramatically, before pausing and squinting slightly. "Okay, here is something you should know about me back then…when I was younger…" Blaine says slowly, grimacing slightly, "Well, I dreamed of being…a rockstar."

Amelia smacked her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter as she starts to fall to the side slightly, shaking with laughter. "Hey!" Blaine scoffs with a laugh as he picks up a pillow and tosses it at her. "I had potential!" he says defensively, with a smile, "Now, calm down or you're going to miss the story." Amelia slowly composes herself and sits back up, her face red with laughter. She nods and bites her lip, letting him know to continue. "Anyways, I was moving to New York because I got an internship with Purple Piano Records, which was an amazing opportunity for me…and I was also completely, undeniably, and entirely in love with my college sweetheart, let's call him….Sam," he begins, a small smile pulling at his lips.

"I just don't get why you can't wait to go to New York until we both graduate," Sam says with a sigh as he drops himself onto Blaine's bed as the brunette scurries around the room, dropping things into boxes. It was his last day in Ann Arbor, and he had to finish packing up his stuff to move to New York the next morning. He and Sam had plans for that night, one last night together before they were forced to succumb to the long distance relationship that they knew was going to physically kill them.

"Because the internship starts now, not in June," Blaine says as he shuts the last box, taking the roll of duct tape and carefully pulling it over the top, effectively sealing it. He turns around to Sam who was seated on the edge of his bed and takes a few steps forward. "It's only five months, okay? We'll be fine," he promises as he stops between his boyfriend's legs, reaching out to take the blonde's face in his hands. "I'll go to New York, and I'll move all the stuff into the apartment. Then when June comes around, you'll move out and we'll be together again," he says firmly, looking directly into the crystal blue eyes he'd fallen in love with years before hand. The idea of losing Sam physically pained him, they'd been through too much together to give up now just because they weren't going to be in the same state. They'd had hardships before, and sometimes they weren't together in the summers, they could do it again. Blaine refuses to lose the person who was most important to him just because he had an opportunity, Sam was worth more than that. "We'll skype all the time, and maybe you can come up on some weekends," he says with a smile, searching Sam's eyes for some form of understanding of why he decided to go. "Everything is going to be fine, I promise," he repeats.

Sam looks at him and bites the inside of his cheek before leaning forward and kissing Blaine softly. Blaine relaxes at the touch and kisses him back slowly, smiling, his eyebrows pulling together slightly in confusion when the blonde pulls back. "Okay, I trust you…let's just make the most of tonight okay," Sam says quietly with a smile as their noses brush together. Blaine simply nods before leaning in and effectively silencing the blonde with a kiss, leaning forward, he moves his hands from Sam's cheeks to the bed. Sam leans back slowly move a hand to twine in the brunette's curls as Blaine leans forward onto the bed. They part slightly as Sam pushes himself further on the bed as Blaine follows, moving so he can straddle the blonde before their lips reconnect in a hungry kiss. Sam's hands move to the hem of Blaine's shirt, dipping under the waistband of the brunette's jeans. He slides them down slightly, lingering slightly on the sensitive flesh.

Blaine whimpers slightly into the kiss before deepening it, tangling his tongue with the blonde's. Sam moans into Blaine's mouth as he slides his fingers out of the man's pants, bringing them to the front to unzip and unbutton the brunette's jeans. Blaine pulls back slightly and curses under his breath before pushing his hands forward slightly to lean down closer and deepens the kiss.

"Hey guys I—-Damnit guys, I thought we talked about this!" a voice yells from the door angrily. Blaine jumps up in surprise, spinning to the side to look to see a familiar blonde at the door. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can he finds himself falling to the ground. Sam bursts into laughter still lying comfortably on the bed, sitting up slowly and looking down at the man who lay on the floor. Quinn leans against the door, holding her stomach as she laughs. "Jesus Christ, Blaine!" she shrieks with laughter.

Blaine sits up and glares at her as he scrambles to his feet and quickly heads for the door, "Okay Quinn, I'm sorry, now get out, we were kind of in the middle of something." He tries his best to push his roommate out of the bedroom, only to have her sidestep him and walk into the room.

"Better button up those pants, Blainers," she says nonchalantly as she sits on the bed beside Sam. Blaine's eyes widen and he looks down up his pants, quickly buttoning them and zipping them up. He feels the blood rush to his cheeks as he shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down. Quinn just smiles smugly and looks between the two embarrassed men in front of her, biting her lip in attempt to stop herself from laughing. She leans into Sam slightly to nudge her shoulder against Sam's shoulder.

"What did you want, Quinn," Blaine whines, stomping a foot childishly before biting his bottom lip. His eyebrows knit together slightly as he looks at her, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.

Quinn rolls her eyes at him and sighs dramatically before pushing herself back onto her feet. She slowly walks towards the door before turning away in the doorway and looking at Blaine again. "I just wanted to let you know that your roommate in New York called and said that she's all moved in," she says with a smile. "Now you boys have fun, be safe, and try to keep it down," she says with a smile before sliding out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

Blaine shakes his head slightly in amusement as he faces the shut door. "She's ridiculous, why she ca—" he says with a roll of his eyes as he turns back around to face the bed before he is silenced by a pair of lips on his own as he is slammed into the door. A surprised gasp escapes his lips as he feels Sam's hands back on his pants, their lips hungrily clashing. All worries of the next five months left his mind as he tried to memorize the feeling of the blonde's lips on his own, and the feeling of the man's body under his hands.

The Next Day, NYC

"All set, and unpacked," Blaine says with a smile as he pulls his last book out of the box and places it on the wooden bookshelf that was placed in the corner of his small living room. "What do you think, Sammy?" he asks with a smile as he turns around and bends down slightly too look at the familiar blonde that filled his computer screen.

"It looks great, Blaine," Sam says with a smile as Blaine moves to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table. He tilts the screen of his laptop up slightly to avoid the glare on the screen. "Hey, I know this is going to sound crazy bu-" Sam begins, his eyebrows pulled together slightly in concentration, the same look Blaine often saw on his boyfriend's face when he was upset. However, the blonde is cut off as the front door of his apartment bursts open.

"Anderson, dinner is here," the Latina screams as she shuts the door, not noticing Blaine is sitting on the floor a mere few feet from the door.

Blaine winces slightly at the volume and turns to his computer with an apologetic smile. "Hey Sam, I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? I love you," he says with a smile.

"Oh um, I love you too," Sam says, trying his best to return the smile before Blaine shuts his laptop and stands up.

"Santana, you know you don't have to scream. Our apartment isn't that big anyways," he says as he walks into the kitchen. Blaine walks to the table where Santana is pulling the boxes of sushi out of the bag, bumping her hip with his, effectively pushing her away from the bag before digging in himself. "Tuna roll, eel and cucumber roll, spicy salmon roll," he lists off before putting them down. "Fried rice," he says as he pulls out the last part of the bag and setting it on the table. He folds down the bottom of the bag and tosses it in the trash can before turning to the one solid block of cabinets and opening it. "You get the music, I'll get the plates and soy," he says, pulling out two glass plates from the cabinet.

Santana yells over her shoulder that she's already ahead of him as she turns on the stereo, grabbing the remote off one of the speakers and pressing play, letting the familiar melody of The Beatles, "Let it Be" fill the room. "You said you like The Beatles, right?" she asks as she turns up the volume before walking back into the kitchen.

"Are you kidding? I love The Beatles," he says with a grin as he sets the soy sauce and plates down on their small, beaten up kitchen table. The pair slip into their seats and immediately dig into the food, carefully using their chopsticks to move sushi and rice to their plates. "Thanks for getting dinner by the way, I'll pick it up next time," he promises as he pours a little soy sauce onto his plate. Blaine gingerly picks up a tuna roll with his chopsticks and dabs it in the soy sauce before bringing it to his lips.

"It's alright, you were unpacking," the Latina says in an uncaring tone before popping a gyoza dumpling in her mouth with a shrug. She looks at Blaine with a curious glint in her eye, one elbow propped on the table as she motioned slightly with her chopsticks in the air. "So, was that the boy toy you were talking to?" she asks with a quirked eyebrow, turning her face to the side slightly with a mischievous smirk.

Blaine nods as he pops another piece in his mouth, his eyebrows pulling together slightly when he looks up to see Santana's smirk. He chews his food slowly, an eyebrow quirked. "What? We were talking!" he says in a slightly defensive tone after swallowing his food.

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking how you two probably did the old virtual puppet master before I got back," she says with a wiggle of her eyebrows, causing Blaine to choke slightly on the dumpling he was currently chewing. "Hey, hey!" she yells with a laugh as she jumps up from her seat and rushes to the sink. Santana fills up a glass of water before returning to his side and handing it to him. She pats his back as he coughs slightly before drinking the water.

Blaine's body relaxes as he sets the glass down, his breathing slowing as he catches his breath. "We weren't doing that," he says as Santana returns to her seat, shaking his head quickly with wide eyes. "Really, I was unpacking the whole time!" he explains, holding his hands up in surrender. Santana's smirk stays in place as she opens her mouth to make a comment before Blaine cuts her off. "I said unpacking! I swear we were both clothed the full time, and I just talked to him while I was setting everything up," he says, raising his voice slightly as he tries to ignore the deep blush he could feel flooding his cheeks.

Santana rolls her eyes and laughs taking another bite of her fried rice as she shakes her head before looking back up to Blaine. "Whatever you say, Curly," she says with a smile.

Blaine's hands immediately jump to his ungelled curls, grimacing slightly. Santana laughs from the other side of the table. With his hands still pulling slightly at his hair he begins to speak in a slightly panicked tone, "Hey, you can't tell people how bad it gets, this is why I gel-"

"Wait, you used to gel your hair?" Amelia asked with wide eyes, leaning forward. Blaine smiles sheepishly at her, unsure how to take the shocked expression on his daughter's face. "I can't believe you did that! You always told me that I have to embrace the curls, that they're pretty and that everyone is jealous, but you used to gel yours!" she rants as she pushes herself out from under her blankets and onto her knees.

"Hey, hey, Lia, shh," he says in a soothing tone as he reaches out and places his hands on her shoulders. "Your curls are beautiful, I promise. I don't gel anymore do I? I was just young and insecure...but I stopped gelling after someone told me that I didn't need to," he says with a smile. Blaine brushes a few stray curls behind Amelia's ear with a smile. "Now do you want me to start on my first day at Purple Piano?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Amelia searches his face for a moment, searching for any sign that he was lying before huffing out and returning to her previous place. "Okay...so on your first day," she says as she relaxes against her pillows once again.

"So on our first day Santana and I were split into recording and producing work," Blaine explains as he moves his hands behind him to lean back on them. "When I went out there I didn't really think I would be doing so much...well, let's just say I didn't think I'd be so...irrelevant I guess," he continues.

"Okay, Anderson, here's the coffee order. We need it as soon as possible. The company coffee shop is on the third floor, go," Blaine's new boss, Drew Scott says as he hands the new intern a long list of coffee orders. He takes the list and looks them over looking to his manager in confusion.

"I'm um...sorry? You want me to get coffee?" Blaine asks in confusion, the hope he'd had for the day visibly dissolving in his eyes. When he'd come to New York, leaving his boyfriend back in Michigan, he thought it was for bigger, and better things. The last thing he expected to be doing was getting coffee orders for a bunch of men while they continued to run the music industry.

"At some point in time, we all get coffee," Drew says with a smile, reaching out and patting Blaine's arm in reassurance before taking a few steps back. "Your time's now," he says with a smile before turning and walking down the hall, yelling over his shoulder, "A-S-A-P."

Blaine opens his mouth to retaliate but sighs and shakes his head as Drew walks off, looking down at the paper in his hand. He rolls his eyes and pushes his shoulders back with a determined expression as he walks to the elevator and hits the up button. If being the "coffee guy" was going to further his career, then he'd be damned if he wasn't the best coffee guy they'd ever had. When he's in the elevator he hits the number three and leans back against the wall as he waits for the quiet ding when he reaches the right floor. "Coffee, coffee, coffee," he mumbles as he steps out of the elevator, looking up at the sign that hung from the ceiling. Blaine nods once before turning to his right and walking down the hall that the arrow pointed him too. Within seconds he was in the small coffee shop. The room was filled with scattered tables and chairs, couches, and even a back wall of booths. He lets out a low whistle as he walks across the coffee shop, looking around the full, glass walls that gave them a beautiful view of the city.

"Can I help you?" a voice asks, causing Blaine's head snap back to look at the person in front of him. He'd forgotten that he'd been walking toward the counter to order the coffee, too distracted by the amazingly detailed coffee shop. Blaine knew Purple Piano records was a very well-known recording studio, but he wasn't completely aware that it was big enough to house its own coffee shop. His eyes focus on the man in front of him, his mouth falling open slightly. The man before him was unmistakably beautiful. A thousand words filled Blaine's mind to describe the brunette that was standing in front of him, his eyes remaining locked on the sea foam green eyes of the barista until he closes his eyes for a second and shakes head once.

"Oh um yeah, sorry, I have a coffee order for the guys in studio B," he says as he slides the list across the counter for the barista. The man behind the bar quirks an eyebrow at him as he takes the list. Blaine looks down and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, trying to will away the blush that he knew was threatening to fill his cheeks. "And I was hoping I could get it as quickly as possible or they'll have my head," he says, looking back up to the barista with a sheepish smile.

The barista laughs, causing Blaine's heart to stop in his chest. The sound was so carefree, and filled with life that made him feel the unadulterated desire to make it happen as much as possible. He pushes the thought away, cocking his head to the side slightly, trying to remind himself what he was here to do. "So you're the new guy," the barista says with a smile as he begins to write the orders on the cups and slides them to the side, his co-worker immediately getting to work on the cups. "Don't worry, we' know how desperately they need their coffee," he says with a smile, shaking his head slightly in amusement. "And what can I get you?" the barista says as he crumples the list up in his palm, indicating that all the orders were being made. "And if you say you're not a coffee drinker, trust me, you will be," he says with a smile as he rests his hands on the stacked cups, with a sly smile that made Blaine's heart flutter.

"Oh um...I'll...just have a medium Americano," Blaine says in surprise, his eyebrows knit together slightly as he brushes off the feeling in his chest. He knew he was probably just making it up in his head. The barista nods as he grabs a medium cup and writes on it with Sharpie before pausing and looking at Blaine again.

"And who is the Americano for?" he asks with, biting his lip as he waits for his customer to answer. Blaine's eyebrows raises slightly in surprise and he lets out a laugh and smiles before saying his name with a nod. "Okay, an Americano for Blaine," he says as he carefully writes Blaine's name on the cup before pausing for a second. "Kurt," he says as he slides the cup over to his co-worker.

Blaine's eyebrows knit together slightly in confusion as he cocks his head to the side. "Um, I'm sorry?" he asks, his mouth hanging open slightly in confusion.

"My name is Kurt," the barista says with a laugh. "Sorry, I figured you gave me your name so I should probably give you mine."

Kurt.