A/N: I didn't realise how short this was, sorry! The next chapter will be up soon! :D
Blaine kept chatting to Kurt that night, it turned out they had a lot in common, they both liked musical theatre and they both loved fashion. Blaine got so engulfed in talking about the recent Ralph Lauren collection that he was almost late for tonight's set.
"I've gotta go play but can you just wait here and I'll buy you a drink after?" Blaine asked, wanting to get to know this mysterious guy better,
"Oh, it's seven already? I...I'm sorry, I... er, I have to go..." Blaine briefly wondered why he only stayed for an hour each night, but then thought better of asking and tried a different approach,
"Wait, um... You like Broadway shows right?" Kurt nodded cautiously, "Well meet me at the theatre across the road this Saturday. My sister play Glinda in Wicked, so I can get tickets whenever." Kurt still looked wary,
"Here's my number, call or text me to tell me if you can go." Kurt nodded and ran off to his car, leaving his own number with the tip on his way out.
Blaine started to clean up the empty glass Kurt had left, completely forgetting about playing, and just as he finished cleaning, Steve came out of the office,
"Blaine, babe you should be out there 5 minutes ago! Go, quickly! And don't forget to drop the American accent!" except Blaine didn't want to perform, he hated this pub and everyone there, including Steve, his manager and boyfriend of 1 year,
"You know what Steve? No. No, I don't want to go up onto that stage and perform songs which I didn't write and I don't want to go out there and put on a fake British accent so that those people can understand me better. I don't even want to go back to our apartment and come back tomorrow doing what I'm refusing to do tonight. You know what, we're finished Steve! I don't want to be with you any more and I haven't for a while, I don't want you being my boyfriend any more! I quit this stupid job and you're fired as my manager!" Blaine ran out, grabbing his guitar, jacket and phone on the way. Once he got out of the pub, he realised what he'd just done. He had no job, no boyfriend, no friends except his now ex co-workers and no where to live, What the hell am I going to do now?