Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Glee. Even though I'm pretty sure I'm more obsessed with it than the writers themselves.

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Two days later, Blaine and Rory had made it to New York. They spent the first day there trying to find their rented apartment in Manhattan. On such short notice, they had managed to find a pretty good deal on what looked like a decently sized apartment. However, once they reached their destination, they were highly disappointed.

Blaine had opened the door very excitedly to their two bedroom apartment to realize it was the size of a shoebox. Well, not literally, but it was much, much smaller than Blaine's tiny one bedroom apartment back in Ohio. The front room was about the size of Blaine's bedroom, containing a small kitchen with a fridge, oven, and two countertops and a small living area with the leather couches and 24 inch television Blaine had sent up here a week in advance. The bedrooms were extremely tiny, with little breathing room once the bed and dresser had been placed in. The bathroom was the size of a closet, with only a small toilet, sink, and cramped shower.

But it was expected. And a pretty nice deal for New York City, after all.

The two men had finished taking the cardboard boxes out of the trunk and into the shoebox home in record time, and had been unpacking and organizing for the last 3 hours. By that time, both of the dark haired friends had sweat on their brow and felt like their backs were going to break at any given moment. As if a response to an unspoken plea, they heard the slightly ajar front door creak open with two small knocks. Curious, Blaine put down the jumble of cords he had been trying to untangle for over ten minutes and cocked his hair to look over at the unexpected visitor.

A pretty, curvy, black girl looking to be Blaine's age, poked her head in the cramped space and smiled warmly yet shyly at Blaine. "Hi!" she exclaimed. She continued after Blaine's confused expression didn't change. "I heard there were new neighbors coming in today, and we came by to drop off a little house warming gift!" she said, holding out a delicious looking apple pie.

"We?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, my fiancé, Sam," she explained, while another tall figure came in sight. He was blonde and fit, and plastered on his face were the biggest pair of lips Blaine had ever seen.

"And your name.." Blaine trailed off.

"Oh! How rude of me! I'm Mercedes," she smiled brightly.

Blaine, now realizing his awkward position on the floor, stood up quickly and welcomed the good looking couple inside.

"Sorry it's such a mess, we just arrived yesterday and are still trying to unpack," he explained, taking the pie and placing it on a small countertop space that was empty. "Blaine," he said, shaking both of the neighbors' hands. "And thanks so much for the pie, it smells as good as it looks!"

"My pleasure! And may I ask who else you're rooming with?" Mercedes asked.

"Oh my best friend Rory," Blaine answered. At the mention of his name, the Irishman appeared from one of the bedrooms. "Who's this?" he inquired.

"Rory, I would like you to meet Mercedes and Sam. They're our neighbors, and even brought us a pie to make us feel more welcome," Blaine said all the introductions while the strangers shook hands.

The friendly couple had volunteered to help organize the rest of the Ohioans' things, and Blaine and Rory graciously accepted the help. For the rest of the night, they four had become well acquainted and were becoming fast friends. Rory ordered pizza from a hole in the wall restaurant down the block and they all enjoyed each other's company while they ate. Mercedes had moved to the city fresh out of high school from North Carolina, and Sam had grown up in the Big Apple. They had met at NYU, where they were both currently enrolled. They had moved in together three months after Sam had popped the question, and were scraping by just like their new friends in order to afford Mercedes' diva demands for their upcoming wedding. Blaine felt reassured knowing he and Rory were definitely not alone out here anymore.

His day had definitely been brightened, now knowing he had 3 new friends in the big city.

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Sooner then Blaine realized, it had been a week since arriving in their new hometown. He was finally starting to get used to the hustle and bustle of the big city, and finally was able to maneuver his way through the cramped apartment without stubbing a toe or hitting objects to the floor. Him and Sam had become fast friends, and had hung out twice since meeting each other the week before. Blaine had his first meeting with the producer in tree days, and he couldn't feel more excited or relaxed.

Sam had dropped by later that evening tagging along Mercedes. They chatted about their days and Mercedes had invited Rory and himself to a small get together the engaged couple was having and the two men, both surprised and honored at the invitation, accepted immediately.

But he still had Quinn on his mind. Even since their strange encounter, she had filled his thoughts almost constantly. And knowing that she was somewhere in New York- she might even be in the same building!- made him more frustrated. The city was so huge he doubted he could ever find her. And the Noah character was probably her boyfriend anyway. Even if they did end up meeting up again, he'd doubt she felt the way he did.

Yes, he thought he was going crazy. Hell, he didn't know he last name and he already had such strong feelings for the mysterious blonde. Sometimes he would go on walks in the mornings to remote parts of New York to see if he could catch a glimpse of a blonde haired, green eyed beauty. But he had no such luck.

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It was Saturday, and Blaine was getting ready for the party. He had on a pair of slacks and a while polo. "RORY!" he yelled from his bedroom.

"What?!" Rory asked, annoyed, as he was trying to get himself ready as well.

"Where's my green bowtie? The one with the zig-zag pattern on it?" Blaine asked while ruffling through his crowded drawers.

"Second star to the right and straight on until morning!" Rory yelled back.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "This is no time for messing around Rory! It's my favorite bowtie and I really want to wear it! Please give me an honest answer!"

"Uh...I think behind the T.V.," Rory yelled back with doubt in his Irish accent.

How did it get there? Blaine thought, but true to his word, Rory had been right. There lied his favorite bowtie in the corner behind the television. "Thanks, bud," Blaine said while passing Rory in the bathroom trying to fix his obviously stubborn hair.

"Where's your hair gel?" Rory asked. "I kinda need to borr-"

"No hair gel for you! This is expensive, and you know I can't live without it! Get your own," Blaine said, jumping at the bottle in the sink cupboard and running to his room.

"No fair! What am I supposed to do about MY hair Blaine?!" Rory yelled from behind the door, obviously frustrated.

"You look fine!" Blaine said, smiling broadly and opening the door to a grumpy looking Rory.

"Blaine. One cannot be that obsessed with hair gel and still be considered sane. I'm officially taking you to therapy. Or getting you a girlfriend."

If the girlfriend happened to be blonde and named Quinn, then by all means go right ahead, Blaine thought to himself.

"Fine by me. As long as my hair can be gelled when I go to my appointments," Blaine grinned as he walked out the door of their apartment. "Are you coming, or am I going to have to go to this party dateless?" He asked Rory.

"We really need to get girlfriends," Rory mumbled before following Blaine the short walk to Mercedes and Sam's apartment.

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Catch the Peter Pan reference?