Obviously I don't own Glee or any of the Glee characters. The only character that I own is Beth, blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, some of the reviews were…interesting. Just to clarify, this will not be a Blaintana story and I did not hint to that at any point, sorry.
But yeah, I hope you like this. If you haven't guessed, I'll be updating this every weekend, probably Saturdays. I wish I could update this twice a week, but this is my last year of school and it's kinda important. Again, blah, blah, blah.
Sorry for this little rant!
(And also, Beth is based on the awesome Kimbra. You should definitely look her up.)

The charity show went okay, Blaine thought. They raised way over the target and everyone was happy. Well, Blaine should have been. The whole time, his mind was focused on one thing; the barmaid he had just had an encounter with. He had no idea why he was so fixated on her. He was married, and he was gay. He had always been gay, apart from the incident with Rachel back in high school; it had never been something he had had to doubt. But when he was singing, the only thing he could focus on was her electric blue eyes. If he was being honest, he was scared.

After some pictures and interviews, Blaine was yet again exhausted, but he was curious to see the girl again. There was something about her; it was like she understood him somehow.
He went back into the bar, it was the early hours of the morning, but suddenly he didn't feel just as tired. He sat at the empty bar, waiting for the girl. He hoped she hadn't left, he had to leave for LA in a few hours, and chances were he'd never see her again. He stood up to leave with a sigh when she came out from the room behind the bar, her eyes a little more tired than when they first met. She paused when she saw him; Blaine wasn't able to read her expression. It definitely wasn't happy.

She walked out from behind the bar and approached Blaine; it wasn't until her black stilettos echoed against the uneven wooden floor that he realized just how silent the bar was.
"Hey," Darren said nervously, a small smile spreading across his face. She didn't reply, just reaching into her bag and throwing something into his hand. Blaine looked down, seeing the $100 bill he had left for her a few hours ago. He furrowed his eyebrows at her. He really didn't expect that.

"I don't need your charity," she snarled at him, bumping shoulders with him as she walked passed him to clear a table. Blaine turned around and grabbed her by the arm, turning her to look at him. "I don't know how they act where you come from, but here we just say 'thank you.'" Blaine usually never acted like that, but something about this girl brought out another side of him, and he didn't even know her name. She snatched her arm away from him and rolled her eyes, turning back to collect the empty glasses on the table. "Where I come from, people don't try to buy other people."
Blaine laughed, following her as she went behind the bar again. "I wasn't trying to 'buy' you. I'm married, to Chris. A boy." He emphasised.

The girl stopped, turning to Blaine again an eyebrow raised. It was like she didn't believe him.
"You're gay?" She asked, setting the tray down and folding her arms. "You don't seem gay. At all."
Blaine held up left hand, letting her see the gold band around his finger. "Believe me now?" He asked, a smug expression on his face.
"Then why the fuck did you leave $100 on the table?" She asked, leaning against the bar. He shrugged slightly, trying to come up with an explanation. "You…Just seemed like you needed it." Oops. The girl stood up straight again, hurt flashing across her face, but it was soon replaced by the neutral expression again. "Look, hot shot, you can't waltz into my bar with your designer clothes and bags of money that you give away to the first person who may not be as rich as you. Go and spend it all on your precious husband."
"I didn't mean it like th-"
"I know exactly what you meant."

Blaine sighed and took a step closer to her, holding his hands up in mercy. "Fine. You win. How can I make it up to you?" He didn't want to leave with this girl hating him, especially when he felt the opposite about her…What was he thinking?
The girl was silent for a second, biting her red lip. "You can buy me lunch tomorrow at three and make that $100 useful."
Blaine smiled and nodded, "I'll meet you at Gerry's Pizzeria at three."
She smiled at him. "Great. See you then." She turned to leave when Blaine took another step towards her.
"Can I at least know your name now?" He asked.
She turned to him again; she seemed a lot happier and relaxed than when he first entered the bar. "Bethany. But you can call me Beth."
"Nice to meet you Beth."
"You too, Blaine."
And with that she left, leaving Blaine alone in the empty bar with a gigantic smile on his face. He definitely liked this Beth.