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Blaine stared at the empty page in front of him, willing the words to come to him but could not seem to think of anything worth writing down. He thought of simple melodies and quirky little lyrics, nowhere near what he wants much less enough to make a masterpiece.
Ever since Blaine was a little boy he has loved music, his parents gave him piano lessons and later he taught himself to play the guitar. He can sight read nearly everything and plays Clair du Lune like the back of his hand, but when it comes to composing, he feels incapable.
The strange thing about it is that he refuses to give up, he'll lock himself in his room for hours on end; Brain buzzing with creativity but as soon as he gets in front of that page, nothing makes sense to him, the notes blur and words seem incoherent to his brain.
Wes and David have been antsy about leaving the hotel room all day; They were complaining about how they're on vacation and Blaine shouldn't be moping around and for gods sakes boy would you pay attention for once. After that last one Blaine had shooed them out and locked his door.
He pushes the notebook off his lap and squeezes the bridge of his nose sighing. Why can't I just do what I love?
After several more seconds of self pity he decides to venture out into the main room to grab something to eat. Opening the door a crack and peeking into the kitchen, he checks quickly to make sure the cost is clear before opening the door and stepping out.
Just as he heaves a sigh of relief that he doesn't have to deal with his friends, a pair of hands pull him backwards into the room and he sees David shutting the door behind him.
"Blaine, we know you're trying to become the next Beethoven, but you do need social interaction once in a while." Wes says pushing him down onto the bed and going over to his suitcase. David seems to think he will plan some sort of escape so he is standing guard by the door watching him with eagle eyes.
Blaine only looks back to Wes when David makes a very intimidating I'm watching you sign with his fingers. Wes was throwing all of his belongings out onto the floor and then in a fit of anger throws the whole bag with them.
"Would it kill you to bring something half decent to wear?" He asked, moving on to his bag and grabbing a dress shirt and a pair of slacks.
"Get dressed now, we're going out to eat." he says before following David out of the room. He stops in the doorway and turns his head back around.
"Also, I know those pants will be too long for you so roll them up but please keep it below the ankle." Then he's gone, slamming the door behind him.
Blaine blinks once before dressing in his friends clothes, the shirt fits nicely but Wes was right, the pants drag along the carpet and get caught under his feet. He rolls them a few times, purposely showing as much skin as he possible can because hey, what's the point of having crazy friends if you can't have a little bit of fun with them.
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The place they have dinner is quiet and classy, the tables are all quite close together but after being at an all boys school for years they don't even notice the cramped space. They eat all the food their bodies can hold and then some.
After dinner they all take a stroll around the town, it's quiet tonight and the air is humid but not so much that it's uncomfortable. They ease into a conversation about university and how all three of them are going to keep in touch no matter what.
They've had this conversation many times but Wes insists they have a meeting held and a document signed that states if any of them don't hold up their end of the bargain it can be punishable by death. Both David and Blaine aren't too keen on the agreement because they both know if they violate it for any reason Wes won't hesitate to pull the trigger.
An hour, six aching feet and a document stating they will hold a meeting for the university agreement, later Blaine starts to recognize his surroundings. He hasn't told his friends about the encounter he had last night with the famous singer, partly because he knows they will think he's insane but mostly because he's trying to convince himself it was all a dream.
Blaine can't seem to shake the feeling that he has been here before and as the cement street turns to cobblestone, he is becoming more and more aware of the fact that this is the very same street he travelled in his dream.
Wes and David stop while one of them ties their shoe, but Blaine keeps on walking. He remembers those sharp blue eyes and can't help the need to see them once more. He turns around a corner and sees the house where the party was held last time. He listens closely, disappointed to find an eerie silence welcoming him.
He doesn't notice he's standing in front of the building, staring until he hears David calling.
"Blaine! Just because you're the small one doesn't mean we have to be your parents!" They round the corner and come rushing up to him.
"Oh there you are man, we thought you were carried off by elves or something." Wes says smiling at him and putting his arm around his shoulder.
Blaine doesn't pay any attention to them, the only thing he sees is the way the paint is peeling down the sides of the building in a way that screams age and the wooden beams crossed over the door, this building has not been lived in for years.
Blaine looks over at his friends smiling faces, forces one back and turns to walk away. Maybe he'll go back to his room and stare at some more empty pages wishing his life away, but right now the only thing he's thinking is where the hell did I go last night?
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