Hi Guys! I am sososososo grateful for all of your feedback so far! It means a lot!

Last chapter I said that this story wasn't really going to have a plot, well it wasn't. I didn't think anyone was going to read it so I was originally going to make it a one-shot with no plot, but you guys want me to continue this! And I will not disappoint!

Also, in this story, Dalton and the warblers don't take place anywhere in Blaine's life, he never went to Dalton, and was never a warbler. But he is friends with Wes, David, and Thad, all of which went to the same school as him, not Dalton either.

So, lovelies, here is the first real chapter! It is told from Blaine's POV. It picks up from the point where he sees the mysterious blue eyed man.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

He just wanted to get off of the stage, and see his friends.

That is of course until he spotted a pair of impossibly blue eyes gazing at his from somewhere in the back of the crowd.

At that point, his boring and uneventful night became just a little more interesting.

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(Blaine's POV)

I didn't understand why this one man stood out to me from the hundreds of other people standing around, already cheering him on. The blue eyed man looked strangely familiar. I know I have seen him somewhere before. Where have I noticed him? Store? No. One of my other concerts? Probably not. High school? Nope. Actually, maybe. He didn't go to my school though! Guhh! This is so confusing!

Why did I care so much though? He was just another person whose name I don't know, at one of my concerts. Just another man. Yeah, a gorgeous man with the most beautiful eyes ever! Uhg shut up, self! You do not even know him!

Apparently I had been standing around thinking for so long that the show was about to start. All of the lights shut off suddenly and everyone started cheering and screaming my name. Focusing away from the man and back onto what I was about to do, I snapped back into reality and hoisted my guitar strap up over my shoulder before standing idly in front of the microphone, waiting for my band to start the song. I was about to open up my box of emotions for complete strangers, like always. But I also knew that the people who weren't strangers to me would understand the real meaning behind the songs.

The guitarist and drummer leaded the song before the keyboard player started shortly after, and then it was time to sing.

This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud

The only reason I decide to sing this song was to show people that didn't believe in me that I made it. I made it big, and they didn't stop me from shouting out and making people finally hear me.

It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever!
I just want to live while I'm alive

(It's My Life)

My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way!
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life.

You could very well say that the song I was singing was kind of the story of my life. My life is my life, and I was sick of people pushing me around, and telling me that I can't be anything because I was gay. This song is just a 'FUCK YOU' to all of the people who didn't believe in me, the people who said that I should die, and that I don't deserve my dreams. This is my song, so I am showing all of the people that in the time I have in my life, I'm going to make the god damn best of it.

This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Ya' Got to make your own breaks

At this point everyone was singing along, of course not over-powering me.

It's my life
And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive

My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life

Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down ...

Anyone can follow their dreams, you just have to believe in yourself, and have courage. That was the message I was trying to give with this song. The end of the song was coming up, so I mustered up all of the emotions and energy to belt out the rest.

It's my life!
And it's now or never!
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever!
I just want to live while I'm alive

My heart is like an open highway!
Like Frankie said
I did it my way!
I just want to live while I'm alive

It's my life!

And it's now or never!
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever!
I just want to live while I'm alive

(It's my life)

My heart is like an open highway!
Like Frankie said
I did it my way!
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life!

Once the song ended it was silent before everyone started cheering and screaming louder than before. But I wasn't paying attention, because throughout the whole song I was thinking about how everyone I knew thought about it, maybe if they understood how much pain I was in before I became famous. I also wondered what the nameless blue eyed man thought. Had he ever needing guidance, or courage to stand up against something or someone blocking his way? For some reason, that one man infatuated me.

That is when I got it.

I knew I had seen that man somewhere before! It was in high school, but not in school, it was at a show choir event, regionals. I remembered seeing him with his show choir, I thought he was beautiful, but never got a chance to meet him. I also remember him singing a solo in one of their songs . . . what was it? Oh Yeah . . . It's My Life . . . by Bon Jovi. That's why I knew him! I remembered now. He sang with such emotion that I could emotionally connect with his feelings from the audience.

I now realized that this man was the reason I even started singing this song at my concerts in the first place. He was the reason why I even started singing in bars and clubs the first place. I wanted everyone to feel what I had that night I listened to him sing.

After his show choir won regionals against us and an all boy's school, the warblers, I knew I had to meet him, but I never got a chance, our choir, Aural Intensity, had a tight schedule and had to leave right away.

So I made a plan, after I was done performing the rest of my songs, I would find him and tell him what an inspiration he was to me.

Was he ever in for a surprise.

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Once my concert was over, I was exhausted. Belting songs at full power for an hour was a little more tiring than most people would think.

After the audience was done cheering I bowed and thanked them, along with letting my band thank them as well, and I politely walked off of the stage, keeping the blue eyed man in my sights. I walked backstage and placed my guitar in its case before grabbing my sweatshirt placed over a chair and threw it on, along with some sunglasses. Paul, my guitarist, asked where I was going and I told him that I was just sneaking to our tour bus to get something to eat and drink because I was hungry, and to be honest I was hungry, I just had more important things floating around in my head.

He said to be careful and I nodded to show I heard him, before I walked carefully out of the back of the stage door, and ran around to the front where everyone was gathering out of the theatre doors. I subtly looked around for the blue eyed man, hands in my pocket, peeking over my sunglasses. I watched as different people walked out, gossiping about how they 'loved Blaine Anderson'. I smiled, glad to know I had that effect on some people, it felt good.

I couldn't see the man, so I walked further into the crown, making sure to keep my guard up. I searched for him, with people bumping into me on all sides. Suddenly someone in front of me stopped and backed up a little, causing me to stumble back on the person behind me. I heard a muffled 'ouch' and the tell-tale sound of something like a phone or iPod hitting the ground.

I quickly spun around and looked to the ground to see a white iPhone lying there. I crouched down to pick it up at the same time as the other person and we nearly bumped heads. I got to the phone first and picked it up. I looked at the phone while standing up and helped the other person up while still looking at the phone, checking for any scratches.

"Shit man, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to make you drop your phone. It doesn't look to have any scratches on it, so I think you are all goo-" I paused abruptly when I looked up over my sunglasses and connected with the bluest eyes ever.

The man standing In front of me was absolutely gorgeous. Actually, gorgeous was probably one of the biggest under-statements ever.

He had beautiful chestnut brown hair, coiffed to perfection, combed behind slightly pointed ears that made his facial features sharper. The brunette had perfectly sculpted eyebrows and thick, long eyelashes surrounding only the most stunning eyes he'd ever seen, a light blue with sea foam green surrounding the iris. The man had a cute, pointed nose and a small blush on his skin, which was a creamy pale color, and was almost like porcelain. His lips were very plump and full, and were also a brilliant pink color.

He was beautiful.

I had never seen anyone who took my breath away quite like this, and that is when I noticed that this was the mysterious blue eyed man I had been swooning over all night.

I snapped out of my thoughts and said sorry again, a little breathlessly. He smiled – oh my god, that smile – and spoke quietly.

"It's OK, I have to get a new phone anyway, this one is a piece of shit." He spoke, his voice higher than I thought it would be, and very melodic and beautiful. I smiled at his choice of words and took off my sunglasses to get a better view. I heard him gasp and realized that yeah, I was Blaine Anderson, I can't just do that. He just stood there.

"Are you the guy who was just on stage?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah . . . you don't know me?" I asked back, quietly, fearing the answer.

"No, I was just stopping by the theater; I had no idea what was going on." He chuckled and I couldn't help but smile at the adorable noise. "By the way I think you are an amazing singer, you had a lot of emotion and passion in your lyrics, I could tell they meant a little more to you than you let across." He smiled again.

"U-uh yeah." I stuttered. "You are exactly right; I did have some inspiration though." I added.

"Ah." He said quietly. "Well, my name is Kurt Hummel." He held out his hand, waiting for me to shake it. I took his hand and sighed at how soft it was. "Blaine Anderson." I answered back. He smiled. "Well Blaine Anderson, it was nice meeting you, but I really have to hurry along, dinner with the fam." I let go of his hand and watched as he started to turn around. I grabbed his arm before he could walk away and quickly spoke.

"Hey, maybe we could like, switch phone numbers? You seem really . . . nice, and I would like to hang out sometime?" I said questioningly while taking my hand off of his toned arm.

"Um. . ." I saw him hesitate. "Sure. Why Not?" He finished with a smile.

"Great!" I said.

We switched phone numbers, saving them into our phones before he said good bit one last time before he smiled and walked away, towards the parking lot. I grinned and slid my sunglasses back on my face, staring down at my phone one last time and grinning even wider before sliding it back in my pocket. I looked around again, looking this time for my friends, hoping they waited.

Sadly, I saw them nowhere, so I walked back to my tour bus with a little more skip in my step.

Booyah! I thought as I walked up the steps and into the bus.

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Song In This Chapter: It's My Life – Bon Jovi

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