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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The party was in full swing by the time Blaine and Rory arrived. To both the men's surprise, a 'small get together' for a New Yorker was an understatement. The engaged couple's already small apartment seemed to be bursting with energy, booze, and music. Combined with the teeming amount of people and either boy could barely hear himself think.
The two friends stuck close to one another and fought their way through the crowds, hoping to find a familiar face out of the myriad of people there. They decide to split up, Blaine to find Mercy and Rory to search for Sam. Finally, Blaine spotted the short brunette laughing with a taller boy and a man in a wheelchair. He squeezed his way over to the small corner where they had gathered.
"Guess who?" Blaine said, running up behind the dark skinned girl and covering her eyes with his hands.
"Blaine!" she exclaimed, turning around and engulfing him in a hug. "I'm so glad you could make it!"
"Quite a party you got here!" Blaine responded with a smile.
"You know it!" Mercy answered. "Oh, I didn't even introduce you!" she said, finally noticing the other two people next to her. "Blaine, I'd like you to meet Finn Hudson and Artie Abrams," she introduced while the men shook hands. "They live in the apartment above us. I can't believe I haven't thought of introducing you guys before! Artie does independent movies and Finn stars in most of them," Mercedes explained, while Artie and Finn went into more depth on their careers.
Mercedes excused herself to go socialize with other guests, and Blaine got to know the two a little better. Artie was highly intelligent and funny, with black rimmed glasses and his brown hair was styled in an almost bowl cut sort of fashion. Finn seemed a bit more, well, out there, but still extremely kind and almost innocent with a dazed look on his face and a lanky body to match.
Blaine was so engrossed in his conversation that he didn't even noticed the living area being cleared out and a makeshift stage formed. Mercedes walked hand in hand up with Sam and blared into the microphone; "IT'S KARAOKE TIME!"
Best. Party. Ever., Blaine thought and smiled, knowing that he would definitely be doing a number.
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Two hours later, Blaine had a couple of beers flowing through him and was feeling buzzed. He still hadn't been able to make his way on the crowded stage yet, as he soon came to realize that a lot of Sam and Mercedes' friends liked to sing and surprisingly, a majority of them could. Blaine had made a few more acquaintances and he was itching to get on the stage to do what he did best. He had found Rory a few moments after the karaoke had begun with a girl named Sugar, who was just a quirky as her name. She was cute, but a little overbearing.
Finally, the stage was empty long enough for him to jump on it and claim his three minutes of fame. He meticulously chose a song he knew would be a crowd pleaser. Once he had found the track, he loosened his bowtie just a bit, grinned charismatically at his awaiting audience, and spoke into the microphone. "Hey everyone! Before I begin, can we just get a massive round of applause for the lovely couple we're here celebrating tonight?!" he exclaimed, motioning the crowd to do a huge round of cheers. After everyone quieted down, Blaine continued. "My name is Blaine Anderson, and I'd like to sing for you one of my favorite party songs. So enjoy, and, if you feel the need to, dance along."
And with that, the music started.
Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what Oh, tell me what I got
By this time, a small group of people began making their way to the center of the room and began dancing and singing along to the beloved track, including Rory, Sugar, Mercedes, Sam, Artie, and Finn. I've got this feeling That times are holding me down I'll hit the ceiling Or else I'll tear up this town
The crowd grew to a larger amount and Blaine was dancing along on stage, savoring the feeling of just letting loose and having fun. As he broke into the chorus, he looked out in the sea of people again.
Now I gotta cut loose, footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get Mack, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
Suddenly, while he was singing the end of the first chorus, Blaine had to look twice. He could've sworn he saw a black Mohawk dancing alongside his friends. was that...Noah? It couldn't be...could it?
You're playing so cool Obeying every rule Deep way down in your heart You're burning yearning for Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You'll get by if you'd only
Blaine continued, of course, but his mind was elsewhere. He knew without a doubt that was Noah line dancing with the throng of party goers. But if Noah was there..could Quinn be here to? His heart raced at the thought.
Footloose, footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Oo-wee Marie, shake it, shake it for me Woah, Milo, come on, come on let's go Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
He was completely distracted now and was lucky that the crowd was so into their own shenanigans and singing along rather than noticed the musician. He searched frantically for a blonde headed girl with the unforgettable green eyes, and knew this was his only chance. The stage was the slightly raised above the floor, giving the best view of the whole flock of people. He would never be able to find her after his song was over.
Yeah, ooooh-oh-oh (Cut footloose) Yeah, ooooh-oh-oh (Cut footloose) Yeah, ooooh-oh-oh (Cut footloose) Oooooooooh
Finally, he spotted her. From what he could tell, her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders. She was smiling and laughing with Noah and some other people Blaine didn't know and dancing along to the catchy tune. She was sporting a light blue summer dress the floated up when she spun around. Blaine's smile and charisma returned to his face as he finished the song with even more energy then the start. He had finally found her. He couldn't believe his good luck.
You've got to turn me around And put your feet on the ground Gotta take the hold of all I'm turning it loose
Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get Mack, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose (Footloose) footloose Kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get Mack, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut, everybody cut Everybody cut, everybody cut Everybody cut, everybody cut (Everybody) everybody cut footloose
He had fun with the last part, taking the mic of it's stand and sliding on his knees to the end of the stage, close to where Quinn was dancing. For a moment, their eyes locked, and Blaine winked, knowing by her surprised expression that she did indeed remember him.
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Blaine made his way off the stage and into the small hallway to get himself a drink from the cooler. He sipped the cool drink, letting the liquid crawl down his throat soothingly. However, he almost choked when he heard the familiar voice speaking to him in the much less crowded corridor.
"Wow. Who knew Ohio had such a great voice?"
She looked even prettier than he remembered. "You know what they judge a book by its cover," he grinned widely, showing all teeth. She smiled back at him, and they both stood there for a few moments, lost in the awe of the moment.
Blaine shook his head and spoke first. "I...uh...What are you doing here?"
Quinn laughed his bluntness. "I could ask you the same question," she retorted, with the same gleam in her eye the first time she teased him, back on that empty road in Pennsylvania.
"I live in this building and Mercedes and Sam were our first neighbors that actually spoke kindly to us. We hung out a few more times and they invited to their little shindig," he explained.
"Sam's my cousin," Quinn said, and Blaine choked on his water.
"What?!" He exclaimed after getting his breathing back to normal.
"Yeah. I never really got to see him since he lived in New York and I in California but when we did see each other, it was always a good time. So when he heard that I was moving to New York, he invited me to this little celebration to get to know some people. And I could never pass up a good party so of course, I accepted," Quinn clarified.
"Wait...you're from California? Sorry if I'm overstepping, but you seem much more of a country girl," Blaine inquired.
"You are right. I grew up by San Diego, and my parents owned a ranch. I guess growing up with cattle and horses does that to you," She answered.
"Ah," Blaine responded and fondled his water a little awkwardly while Quinn stared at the floor. C'mon Blaine, say something! he thought frantically to himself. "So, uh, did you like my performance?"
Quinn laughed her amazing laugh before answering. "I did! You sure know what you're doing up there. You have a real gift, Ohio."
Blaine almost blushed at her comment. "Why thank you. And Ohio?"
"That's your nickname. It was either that or Mr. Bowtie," she giggled in response.
Blaine smirked. "You're right. Ohio is much better."
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The song was "Footloose" by Kenny Loggins.
Hope you enjoyed!