Chapter 9
A/N: Oh wow. I can't quite believe how much I neglected this story the past few weeks. I apologize profusely for staying away so long! I changed my university course and I had a huge amount of reading to catch up on. Then essays came up and I found out that I'm terrible with deadlines. So apologies again and I hope I haven't lost too many of you! My holidays begin on Friday, and I will start updating regularly from that point on. Hopefully.
This is a bit of a short chapter as I'm pushed for time, but the next one will be longer and have Kurt's POV, and more details on a certain event which I mention here... Enjoy and feel free to review if you have the time.
Blaine gave out a small cry of frustration before he left his hotel suite. He saw Wes look at him with some amusement, but his mind was too occupied to care. How could his afternoon have gone so disastrously wrong? Everything had been set up to perfection, only to have it come crashing down around his ears. He made his first mistake as soon as he opened the door at quarter past one. From there, things only became worse…
A sharp knock sounded at the door and Blaine hurriedly rushed to answer it. Jesse's lateness had amplified his nerves and he quickly rubbed his sweaty palms against his trousers. His heart pounded in anticipation as he took a moment to compose himself. An easy smile then graced his features as he threw open the door – only for it to be replaced by a more perplexed one.
A tall, pale brunette stood at the door. But it wasn't the tall, pale brunette that he had expected. He was even taller and of a bigger build. His face was boyish and handsome, with strong features. However, his skin and beauty couldn't match the porcelain perfection that had so ensnared Blaine the other day.
'Well hello Mr. Anderson,' the man purred, reaching out to caress Blaine's hair. 'It's about time our paths crossed again.'
Before Blaine could overcome his shock at this behaviour, the man had stalked past him into the room. Blaine hurriedly closed the door and walked after him.
'Sorry but –'
'I can't tell you how thrilled I was to get your note about lunch. It's just been so long, I was afraid you might have forgotten about me. But then I realized – no one forgets Jesse St. James after they've met him once,' he finished smugly.
'Jesse?' Blaine asked weakly.
'Yes, that's me. Singer extraordinaire and soon to be Broadway legend.'
Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure of what to do. Finally he spoke. 'Do - do you have a friend staying with you in your suite? I was there the other day but you weren't. I was speaking to another man.'
Jesse scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. 'I think you're mistaken. No one has been staying with me, I refuse to share living space unless I'm in a relationship. A star deserves his breathing room. Dustin has been coming to see me, though we wasn't here a few days ago.'
Blaine gave a weak laugh, 'I wonder who it could have been.'
Jesse gave him a smirk. 'As long they weren't an intruder, I don't think it matters. It was me that you were looking for after all.'
Blaine looked away. 'It was my Jesse that I was looking for,' he thought sadly.
Wes heard Blaine's moan and saw him wince. 'Still thinking about lunch?' he asked with a smile.
'Don't you dare laugh,' threatened Blaine. 'You didn't have to endure this guy. He has got to be the most obnoxious, fake person I've ever met. And I work in a profession full of those kinds of people.'
'You've certainly changed your tune about your love interest quickly. You've gone from 'he's the love of my life' to 'I loathe the sight of him' in a matter of days,' Wes quipped.
'That's because it isn't him!' Blaine yelled, receiving startled looks from other guests in the corridor. Blaine shot them an apologetic smile before turning back to Wes. 'This is a completely different guy!' he said in a quieter tone.
Wes looked at him doubtfully. 'Blaine, I… I understand what you're saying. But come on, Jesse St. James is hardly a common name. What are the chances of two of them being in a similar part of New York, let alone the same hotel?'
'I don't care Wes. I honestly don't care. Just find me Jesse St. James. My Jesse,' replied Blaine petulantly.
Wes said nothing in return, and they walked in silence down to the hotel lobby.
A few minutes later they were in a car taking them to Blaine's next engagement for the evening. He sighed despondently, wondering how such a hope filled afternoon could have turned out so badly. Was it wrong of him to have fallen so quickly for his Jesse, and to want to see him so desperately?
He turned to look dejectedly out the window. His eyes focused on a young boy wading through the crowded street. He had chestnut hair and a familiar looking coat. His hand was firmly clutching onto someone else's. Blaine's eyes wandered up to see the adult's face…
'Stop the car!' he cried out suddenly, almost making the driver crash.
