A/N: Thanks to my amazing Beta JayhawkWrites, for working through all my grammatical errors, and making this story better with her suggestions.
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Blaine carried Ali into the Plaza, it was the closest hotel to his apartment, and he was just too tired to drive around and look for another one. He needed to get himself settled and his daughter back in bed. At four o'clock in the morning, he tucked Ali into the crib that had been supplied for him.
Blaine stood there, watching her sleep for a few minutes, before finally turning around, walking to the bed, and crawling in. He didn't even take the time to undress. At that moment he just couldn't bring himself to care. He pulled the blankets up to his chin and allowed the tears he had been holding back to silently fall.
He had thought what he and Kurt had was perfect. He thought they were meant for each other, that they were happy, and that they made the perfect little family of four. Now, it seemed as though it would just be him and Ali again. He rolled over on his side grabbing the extra pillow and pulled it to his chest, holding it tight. He was already missing the feel of Kurt in his arms.
Blaine still couldn't believe that this had happened. The night before they had been happy together, now it would seem they were over, and he didn't really know which end was up anymore. He missed Kurt, he missed Max, and he missed the life he had thought they were building together. He still couldn't believe the words that had so easily slipped out of Kurt's mouth.
He finally fell asleep, not long before Ali woke up crying. She didn't like being in a crib anymore, and she didn't like being away from home. "Up daddy!" She called to him.
"Ok, baby girl, I'm coming," Blaine said softly, dragging himself out of bed and going over to pick her up.
"I brad der daddy," Ali said not understanding why she wasn't with Max.
"I know baby, I miss Max too," Blaine said burying his face in Ali's neck holding her close. "I miss him, too," Blaine whispered, talking about more than just Max.
"Do you want to try to lie down with daddy?" Blaine asked hopefully, he just wanted to crawl back under the covers, fall asleep and forget.
"'K," Ali answered sleepily patting Blaine on the cheek, making him smile. How could he be miserable with her in his life? Men may come and go, but she was forever, and for that, he was thankful.
Blaine put Ali in the bed and then climbed in after her making sure she was covered up before allowing himself to drift back off to sleep again. It felt like he had just gotten to sleep when he heard his phone ringing. At first, he groaned thinking it was his alarm, wanting to say, "Just five more minutes."
It didn't take him long to realize it was his phone ringing and not his alarm. With his heart beating fast, he sat up and grabbed for his phone, hoping it was Kurt, hoping that they could somehow fix this. For the first time in his life, he was almost disappointed that it was Kara.
"Hi," Blaine whispered trying not to wake up Ali. She had not had a good night, not that he had either but that was different. He slowly swung his legs off the bed and walked into the living area as far away from Ali as he could get.
"What the fuck Blaine! What's going on?" Kara asked concerned.
"What do you mean?" Blaine almost groaned, how had she already found out? He looked at the clock that was on one of the side tables, it was 7 am. Crap, she would have rushed into his apartment for coffee.
"Blaine, don't play with me ok. I just went into your apartment and found Kurt still in his pajamas, he was sitting on the couch, looking so lost, he wasn't even getting ready for work. Little Max was just standing there asking about Alri and Daddy. Blaine, Kurt's eyes were just so swollen and his face was all splotchy, he looked like he had been crying for hours." She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts.
"What happened? When I asked Kurt where you were, he just said you had left him, that he screwed up and you had left him. I thought you were going to wait until this morning to talk to him, so you would have time to calm down before you said or did anything you would regret," Kara asked worriedly.
"I tried Kara, I really did… Listen I am checked into the plaza, suite 503. Can you just come here so we can talk?" Blaine whispered, this time not from fear of waking up Ali, but because he was getting choked up. He didn't want Kara to have to put him back together again, but he needed her here, he needed her support.
How many times during their friendship had she had to pick him up and dust him off after a relationship went wrong? He had so hoped that what he and Kurt had was going to be different. He had trusted him. Trusted him with the most important person in his world. He had trusted him with his heart, something he never thought he would be able to do again.
After everything that had happened with Travis, he didn't think he would ever be able to trust his heart to another person, but with Kurt, it had felt so right. It was like Kurt was the other half of him, the missing puzzle piece he hadn't even realized he was missing.
"Yeah, give me thirty minutes and I will be right there. Love you MopTop," Kara said before hanging up the phone.
Blaine called the concierge desk and ordered breakfast for Ali. Today if she was home she would have gotten yogurt and fruit, but instead, he ordered her favorite breakfast: pancakes and milk. He couldn't stand the thought of eating anything, so he ordered a couple of bagels for Kara and a pot of coffee for them to share.
The food got to the room about the time that Kara did. When he opened the door she pulled him into her arms, holding him tight for a few minutes. When she released him, Blaine poured her a cup of coffee and then went back into the bedroom to get Ali up so she could eat.
"Morning sweet girl. Are you ready for breakfast?" Blaine asked kissing her cheek, rubbing his hand up and down her little back to wake her up. She sat up and then threw herself into his arms, wrapping her little arms tightly around his neck, almost like she was afraid to let go of him. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked standing up, still holding her, with his arms wrapped tightly around her.
"Brad der?" she asked, her big hazel eyes looking at him. This had been the first time since Kurt and Max had moved in with them that she hadn't woken up with Max.
Blaine walked back into the living area looking at Kara, feeling so lost. He wasn't the only one getting hurt and that was killing him. "Max is at home with his Papa," Blaine told her softly
"I home?" she asked.
"No baby girl, we can't go home yet, but you will probably see Max at school tomorrow," Blaine said softly feeling like he was about to break down.
"Papa?" she asked again, and Blaine could tell she was getting frustrated, not understanding what was going on.
"Baby, I don't know when you will see Kurt again," Blaine said his name instead of 'Papa' because he didn't know if Kurt would ever be that to her again.
"'K," she whispered softly, still not understanding. She seemed to cheer up when she saw her 'cakes'.
"Ok, Blaine, what's really going on?" Kara asked looking at him
"Last night I decided to just sleep in the office. I didn't want to go to our bed in case Kurt ended up in there, but I also didn't want to be too far away from him in case something happened and he needed me. He woke up and came looking for me, wanting me to go to bed with him. I tried to make him leave, telling him that I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. I knew I was still too upset, I still needed time to cool off a little more, but he wouldn't leave, so I told him if he wouldn't then I would." Blaine took a moment to compose himself, tears threatening to fall.
"Kara, he begged me to talk to him, and I went off. I showed him the kid's clothes and Max's room. He had the nerve to ask me what had happened. That just set me off even more you know? I told him everything. Come to find out he was fired yesterday morning. He hung around the park for a while trying to figure out what his next move should be, and then he went and picked up our kids and decided it was a good idea to drink while he was home alone with them. He started drinking around noon and continued drinking all day until I got home. He said he only meant to drink one glass, but then he poured himself another and another, he didn't stop until he finished the bottle. I have never seen him like that before. That wasn't the Kurt I knew," Blaine said looking at her.
"Ok, I understand he made a mistake, a bad judgment call and put the kids at risk, but can't you forgive him for that? Is that a good enough reason to kick him and Max out of your life? I do understand Blaine, I do. I know that Ali will always come first, but I don't know if this is a good enough reason to end your relationship with him, especially since I know how much you love him," Kara said looking at Blaine, placing her hand on his shoulder.
"If that was it, if that was all there was, it wouldn't have been such a big deal. I know that isn't Kurt, I know that he just needed time to process losing his job. But Kara, he accused me of trying to be his sugar daddy," Blaine said standing up and turning his back. The words Kurt had said last night still cut him to the core.
"What do you mean Blaine, I don't understand?" Kara said watching him, knowing her friend so well. She knew he was trying not to let her see how upset he was. Blaine came to her with every problem, every concern he had, but sometimes, there were still some things he liked to keep close to his chest, and she knew that his relationship with Kurt was one of those things.
"I was almost over my anger at him for getting drunk with our kids in the house alone. I almost understood it. Was I happy about it, no, but I was getting over it. Kara the things he said, I just can't get over. I just didn't think that was the kind of person Kurt was. When he told me that he had lost his job, and he was going to have to find a new one, I asked him why he didn't just start working for himself, have his own design studio? I even offered to help him out. I told him that I could support him and Max until he could get the business up and running. You saw those suits I bought when I first moved to New York, the ones he designed. I know he would do awesome at it," Blaine said looking at her.
"Ok, so what was the problem with that?" she asked him, still not understanding.
"I honestly don't know, but he went off on me saying, 'I don't need someone to support me and 'my' son, I can take care of both of us just fine. I don't need a sugar daddy Blaine, I don't need someone taking care of me and 'my' son, I already f'n live in your house I don't need you to leave money on the dresser as you walk out of the bedroom,'" Blaine said looking at her.
"Shit Blaine, oops sorry," she said looking over at Ali.
"Yeah, I just don't know where to go from here. I love them both so much. I love Max like he was my own, you know that, but three or four different times last night Kurt brought up the fact that Max was his son. That was like a slap in the face to me. So I decided I needed some space. I packed a suitcase for me and Ali and came here. You know how I can get Kara when I am upset, I told him, 'me and my daughter will be staying in a motel for a week. Call me when you and your son are out of my apartment and I'll come home,'" Blaine said looking at her
"Oh Blaine, you didn't?" she said, walking up to him and hugging him. "That's why I wanted you to wait. When you're hurt, you have a tendency to strikeout. So what now?" she asked, stepping back so she could look at him.
"I know, Kara, I know. I did tell him I wasn't ready to talk to him last night, that I wanted to wait, but he wouldn't leave me alone. He wouldn't give me time to calm down, and now I don't know, I really don't know. I do know I am skipping school today. I don't think I am in the right headspace to deal with it, and today is a short day anyway. Plus, I need to figure out how to get the marker off of Ali before I take her back to school tomorrow," Blaine answered.
"Do you have any shaving cream with you?" Kara asked, cleaning off Ali's face and hands before picking her up now that she was finished eating.
"Yeah, why?" Blaine asked, looking at her, confused.
"Bring it to me and a wet rag, please," she asked Blaine before looking at Ali. "Looks like my sweet girl had fun with a marker, didn't she?" she said, kissing Ali on the cheek.
Ali just looked at her and laughed, pointing to her arms and saying "Brad der" with a big smile on her face.
"Oh, Max decorated you, huh?" Kara said softly, looking at her goddaughter, her heartbreaking for both of them.
"Yes," Ali said laughing again.
Blaine came walking back into the room with a wet rag and shaving cream. "What do you need this for?'' he asked her, raising his eyebrows when he saw her squirt some on her hand, and then placing little dollops of it on the spots on Ali's arm. She gently rubbed them in before wiping them off with the wet rag. Blaine was surprised to see the biggest part of it was coming off, leaving only the faintest trace of the marker behind.
"I did some research on removing permanent marker off of the skin last night. Most of the suggestions were alcohol-based, like hand sanitizer and things like that. I didn't want to use anything like that on her skin, but when I saw shaving cream, I figured that would be gentle enough not to hurt her," she said pulling off Ali's pajamas so she could get the rest of the marks off.
It took her about ten minutes, and most of them were gone. Blaine went to Ali's suitcase and pulled out some clean clothes, and dressed her, keeping his head down. "Thanks, Kara. I didn't know how I was going to take her to school looking like that. It made me feel like such a fail dad, you know. I mean, I know I wasn't even there, but her safety is my responsibility, and I just feel like I failed her," Blaine's voice broke on a sob.
"Blaine honey, you didn't fail her. She is okay; you could never fail her," Kara said, almost breaking down herself. This is only the second time she has ever seen him doubt himself as a father. He usually just took everything in stride. She had been there the day Blaine and Travis had brought Ali home. Blaine had been a natural at being a daddy, and one look at him, and you could see just how much he loved his baby girl. Ali was Blaine's world.
The only other time she had seen Blaine doubt himself as a dad was when Ali had fallen right after she had first learned to walk. She had been toddling her way over to him, she tripped and busted her lip. Blaine had called Kara upset because he had "let" her fall and get hurt. She had reminded him that Ali was going to fall and would get hurt sometimes, that he couldn't stop that from happening all the time, but he could be there to pick her up and kiss it better.
"I just wonder sometimes if I am shortchanging her, you know, being gay. Is she ever going to regret that she doesn't have a mom? When Travis and I first started talking about having a baby, well, after I agreed to it, I never thought about that. When I saw her, I wanted her. I never thought about her not having a mom growing up, you know? I love my mom; I have some really good memories of growing up in a home with a mom and dad. My little girl will never have that Kara; I will never be able to give her something she really deserves," Blaine said, walking away from her.
"Blaine, honey, she isn't going to miss anything. She has you, and she will always have you. And if there is ever any girl stuff, she can talk to me. Being raised with a mom and a dad doesn't automatically guarantee a happy life. Look how I was raised. I would take what you give Ali any day of the week. You love her, and she knows it, you show her in more than just words," she whispered, feeling the tears slid down her face. This was so much worse than she thought
The fight with Kurt had brought out some of Blaine's more hidden insecurities. She remembered when he first figured out he was gay and told her; he had put his head on her lap and just cried. He had been afraid that he would never fall in love; he would never be able to get married, to have kids. He had gotten over a lot of that long ago. He had finally gotten his self-confidence back, and then the incident at Carson happened, then Sebastian, then Travis and now Kurt.
"I sometimes wonder if I will be enough," Blaine says, shaking his head.
"Blaine, you will always be enough, always. Never doubt that," Kara said looking at him.
"I try Kara, I really do, but I seem to put my trust in the wrong people. She deserves so much more than what she has with me," Blaine whispers, his voice breaking.
"No, Blaine, she could never have ANYTHING better than what she has with you. You give her everything. You know, I can count on one hand the times you have asked me to watch her so you could go out, other than for school-related things. If you go somewhere, she goes with you. Since the day you brought that baby home, she has been your life. You love being with her, spending time with her. Nobody else would ever be able to give her what you do," Kara said, trying to figure out what to say to make him understand.
"I just don't know anymore Kara, I really don't," Blaine said softly, walking over to the couch, sitting down and pulling his knees to his chest, laying his forehead on them.
"Blaine, I know you, and because I know you I know you'll be fine. Please don't let this make you doubt yourself and the love you have for Ali. There is not a single person on this planet that will love that little more than you. Please," she whispered, sitting down beside him, pulling him close and crying with him.
Blaine finally raised his head and wiped his eyes, looking at Kara. He leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. "What did I ever do to deserve you in my life?" he whispered. "You make me wish I was straight," Blaine said with a sad smile.
"You make me wish that all the time MopTop," she whispered back, drying her face on his shirt with a smile, pulling him closer.
"Thanks, Kara, for everything. Sorry, I just sometimes think how much easier her life would be if things were different if I would have been born different, you know?" he asked, looking at her.
"I don't believe that at all. You're amazing with Ali. That little girl knows that she is loved. What could be more important than that?" she asked, rubbing the hair off of his face.
"Would you mind watching her for me tonight? I think I need to go to my spot. If you don't want to, I'll understand," Blaine said. He knew he needed to get away for a while. He needed to think, and there was no one besides his mom that he would trust more than Kara with his little girl.
"You never have to ask. Just call me in the morning, and I will bring her back to you. I have clothes for her at my apartment, so you don't even have to pack anything, and if I do need something, I'll just go next door. Do what you need to do to clear your head. We will be here when you get back," Kara said, looking at him, pulling him into a hug, so very worried about her best friend.
Blaine walked over to Ali, picking her up and just held her close, hugging her to him, needing her warmth. "I love you, baby girl, and I will see you in the morning. You're going to stay with Aunt Kara tonight, okay?" Blaine whispered, placing a kiss on her cheek before handing her to Kara and watching them walk out the door. Blaine grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys and followed behind them.
He drove to the airport and got on the first flight to Ohio. He rented a car and drove to the spot he had found while he was still at Dalton. He walked to the back corner and sat down under what he had always thought of as his tree. This had been the place where he would go to think when he just needed to get away and clear his head. He had found it when he was dating Sebastian. They had been together for only six months, and towards the end, Blaine was here almost every day. He finally realized their relationship was toxic and broke up with him.
His relationship with Travis had been the difference between night and day. They didn't fight as much; the only real issue they had was that Travis was jealous of everyone that even tried to talk to Blaine. After they had sex the first time, it got worse. He also had a problem with Blaine hanging out with Kara. That was what their biggest fights had centered on. He would want Blaine to stop hanging around her, and Blaine would refuse, always telling Travis that he loved him, but Kara had been there first. When it would get too bad, this spot had been his escape. Travis would always text him and apologize while he was here thinking.
After Travis had graduated and left Dalton, Blaine didn't have to come here as often. Usually only when he was getting stressed over getting into Harvard, he wanted to get into that school so he could and be back with Travis again. Other than that, Blaine had barely needed to come here senior year, but even now, it was a place where he could be in absolute peace.
Blaine sat there under his tree, thinking about his life and the turns it had taken. Things he would change and those he knew he never would, Ali being one of those. Blaine might not have thought he was ready for a child yet, but the absolute joy she gives him makes it so worth it. He could never regret her, but he did regret Travis.
He wished he had listened more to Kara in the beginning. She had been hesitant about his and Travis's relationship. But Blaine had been happy at the time, so she finally just let it go, not wanting her dislike of Travis to ruin her and Blaine's relationship. Too bad life had to continue to throw curveballs. In the span of less than a year, he had two relationships that ended, but the one that hurt him the most was losing Kurt.
Blaine ran through everything in his head, every word that he could remember saying last night, and every word Kurt had said to him. He still can't figure out how Kurt could have viewed his suggestion the way he had. If he didn't want help or didn't want to take that step, all he had to do was say so and Blaine would have been okay with that. But to imply that Blaine would be paying for sexual favors was so far out of the realm of possibility, he didn't even know where that had even come from?
He decided that after everything that had been said by Kurt and everything he had said in return, their relationship was pretty much over. His engagement was broken, and he still had no clue as to why. How could Kurt have said the things he said when he was supposed to love Blaine? How could he have even thought that of him?
Blaine sat under his tree for over an hour, just thinking about everything; every decision that led him to this point in his life. Some things that had happened he would gladly have skipped, but the rest he was glad happened. It made him the person he was. If he hadn't gone through the things he did, he wouldn't have Ali, and he wouldn't have had Kurt and Max in his life, even if for only a short time. He closed his eyes and let the tears fall.
He was tired of crying, tired of putting himself out there only to be crushed in return. From now on, he is just going to concentrate on Ali and school. If he works hard, he could graduate in a year and a half instead of two. He loves law school, he does, but he is ready to move on and make a life for himself and Ali. He only wishes that life included Kurt and Max.
Blaine stood up and started walking back towards the car. He felt better; his spot always did that for him. Pulling out his phone, he quickly dials Kara's number before he can change his mind. If Kara is still okay with keeping Ali, Blaine was going out tonight. He was going to splurge this once and then buckle down and get the rest of his life started.
"Hey Kara, are you still okay with watching Ali tonight?" Blaine asked, opening up the car door and sitting down.
"You know I always am. Are you okay?" she asked even though she could hear in his voice that he wasn't.
"Right now, I'm not really sure, to be honest. I just feel like I need some time alone. I hate to ask for you to keep her, but I just want to go out for a little bit, and maybe get a little drunk. If you need me to come and get her, then I will, but if you can watch her, it will help me more than you will ever know right now," Blaine said, trying to hold it together.
"Blaine, you do what you need to do tonight, I've got her. You need some 'me' time, to figure everything out. We'll be here when you get back," Kara said a little sad for him; she can only imagine what he is feeling.
"Thank you. If you need me, call me okay," Blaine said with his voice breaking a little.
"You don't have to ever thank me. We have this, go let loose for once in your life," she said, hanging up.
Blaine decided he was going to go out, something he had never done before. He had gone straight from high school to college. When he had moved to Cambridge, Travis had moved in with him, so there was no real reason to go out. Blaine was a homebody and preferred just to spend quiet nights at home with Travis, either snuggling on the couch or in bed making love.
They had always had a really good sex life. That had been one thing that Blaine could never complain about. Before Ali came along, they were together every night, sometimes twice. He had loved spending time with Travis and had just wanted to stay home with him.
By the time he had been old enough to go out to a bar, he was a father, and Ali had become the most important person in his life. He would leave her with a sitter when he had class or work at the law office he was interning at, but not so he could go out and party. When he and Travis went out on a date together, Ali was always with them.
Looking back, that was probably a lot of what happened with him and Travis; they never really had any 'them' time other than when Ali went to bed. That was how he had been raised though if his parents went out, he and Cooper went with them. Blaine remembers someone asked his mom once why they didn't leave the boys at home; she looked at them and said: "Because I had them to raise, not to push them off on someone else."
Blaine's parents had genuinely loved spending time with their boys and wanted to be with them. If the boys couldn't go somewhere, then his parents didn't go. That was how he was raising his daughter; she needed to always know that she was his number one priority.
Hence this being the first he was going out on his own, he had never done 'me' time before, where he just went out and partied. His world revolved around his little girl and until last night, Kurt and Max. Tonight he was going to go out. He was going to allow himself one night to do as his mom always said: "act his age." He was going to go to a bar for the first time and try to forget everything. He was going to let loose for one night and then go back to real life, regroup and figure out where to go from here.
When Blaine landed at the airport, he got his car and drove to the Plaza. He decided to leave the car there and just walk to "The Stage Door" a few blocks down from the hotel. He had heard some of the guys he went to school with talk about it. Since he didn't know anything about the bar scene, he chose to go there.
He walked in the door around seven, and the place was already busy. Walking straight over to the bar he ordered a rum and coke, tipping the glass back he quickly drained it and then ordered another one, and then another. He planned on getting drunk tonight. The music was loud, and the energy in the room was electric.
For the first time in his life, he was going to forget everything. He was going to drink until he forgot the pain in his chest until he forgot about the most beautiful blue-eyed man he had ever seen, and until he forgot the son that was never really his, to begin with.
After his third drink, Blaine started feeling better. After the fourth, he was feeling not much of anything. He downed the last of his fifth drink and then hit the dance floor. Dancing had always been one of the things he enjoyed doing, even though he rarely did it. Travis had always said he looked stupid when he danced and had made Blaine so self-conscious he had stopped dancing altogether.
Tonight though, he didn't care how stupid he looked; he wanted to dance and have fun one more time before he had to wake up in the morning and "adult" for the rest of his life. Tonight he was going to just "Blaine." He was going to be himself, not worry about anyone or anything else; he was going to give himself this one night of fun.
He was shaking his ass to an old 80's song, "Take Me Home Tonight," when he felt a warm body dancing close behind him, and Blaine loved it. He danced backward a little so that they were touching.
"Damn, sexy, shake that ass," Blaine heard his dance partner whisper in his ear, and just laughed, enjoying himself.
Blaine turned around and saw one of the sexiest men he had ever seen. He was a little taller than him. He ran his hands down Blaine's sides until they landed on his hips, pulling them close to him. Blaine raised his arms and rested his wrist on 'sexy's' shoulders, looking down, watching as they danced together. He was shaking his hips just a little more, feeling free for once in his life.
"What do I have to do to get you to let me buy you a drink?" the guy asked, leaning forward so Blaine could hear him.
"You just did it," Blaine said with a smile.
They walked together over to the bar, Blaine ordered another rum and coke, and his sexy dance partner ordered a vodka martini. "So, sexy, what is your name?" he asked Blaine.
"Blaine," he said leaning in close.
"My name is Lucas," he said, reaching out to shake Blaine's hand. "So, do you come here often?"
"No, actually, this is my first time here," Blaine said, looking around, trying to take everything in.
"New in town?" Lucas asked trying to get Blaine's attention back on him.
"Kind of, I have been in New York for a few months, but haven't taken the time to go to bars," Blaine answered, looking at him.
"So, what do you do with your time then?" Lucas asked, taking a sip of his martini.
"Well, I am in my second year of law school, which takes up a lot of my time, and when I am not in school, I am with my three-year-old daughter," Blaine said waiting for sexy to back away as soon as he realized Blaine had a kid.
"Sweet, so are you married, divorced, single?" Lucas asked, not discouraged at all.
"Right now, it is a little complicated? My fiancé and I had a major blow-up last night, which ended in me and my daughter spending the night in a motel while leaving him and his son in my apartment. I am pretty sure we broke up," Blaine said, running his finger across the rim of his glass.
"So, you guys fight, and YOU leave your OWN apartment," Lucas said, laughing.
"Yup, told you it's complicated," Blaine said, downing his drink, contemplating getting another. Before he could even make up his mind, one was being placed in front of him.
"Well, I have a suggestion. Why don't you finish that drink and come back out on the floor with me? I want to dance with you again and I'd also like to get your number in case you are officially broken up," Lucas said with a smile.
Blaine reached for Lucas's phone and quickly typed in his number. Lucas smiled and called him back. "Now you have my number, let's go dance," he said reaching out for Blaine's hand pulling him back onto the dance floor.
They ended up dancing until the bar closed at 1:00 in the morning. Blaine had never had so much fun. It was nice just to let go and forget everything. They walked out of the bar together.
"So, if it becomes official, give me a call. I'd like to get to know you better," Lucas said, pulling Blaine in for a quick hug.
"I'll keep that in mind," Blaine said, hugging Lucas back. He had had fun tonight, but he knew this would be a one-time thing. Even if he and Kurt were over, which he really felt like they were, he knew he wouldn't be ready to jump back into anything anytime soon. Tonight had just really boosted his ego, something he had desperately needed.
Blaine had just made it back to his room, stripped off his clothes, and crawled into bed when his phone rang.
"Blaine, can we talk?"