A/N: Sorry for the length, and disclaimer, anything you even have the most slight recognition of, I don't own a thing.

Chapter 2 – Two Years Later

Why am I doing this….why good Lord please tell me

'Good afternoon.' I said to the receptionist. He looked at me, damn he's a looker.

'Good afternoon to you too, how can I help you today?'

'I'm here to see Ms. Seymour. I'm her 5:30 appointment.' He typed a few things into the computer and then spoke

'Ah, okay I see, she'll be right with you Mr. Anderson, if you wouldn't mind taking a seat over there, thank you.' I made my appointment in person last week so all the paper work was filed and all. Good lord why in all hell did I even think this would be a good idea.

'Mr. Anderson, a slightly older looking woman came out and said, she was wearing a blue shirt and black slacks.

'That would be me.'

'Pleased to meet you, I'm Linda Seymour, if you'll just follow me.' I followed her into her office, it's quite large but not as big as mine. There were books, pictures and everything lined on the walls.

'So tell me about yourself Blaine.' she said gesturing toward one of the chairs in front of her desk. I sat down and began talking.

'Well, I work in finances. I worked on Wall Street for a good 5 years, now I just work for private firms and such as needed. I had a daughter Amelia, she's alive, don't get me wrong, she just has gone off to boarding school.' I noticed her taking a few notes, maybe nothing important.

'So what about love?' Caught me off guard...

'What about it?'

'No interest in your eye, no man or woman?'

'I choose not to label myself with sexual preferences to persons whom barely know me more than a matter of minutes.' I told her very calmly... I was surprised with myself.

'Ah, typical.' she chuckled to herself. I gave her a quizzing raised eyebrow and she put down her notepad and glasses and began to speak.

'Well Mr. Anderson, it seems like this, there was a point in your life, where you worked, you worked out of fear of going back I guess, suggesting that you worked on Wall Street, I mean seriously you're not very old, and for you to grown bored please, based on how old you look now, I'd say you were sometime around 24-25, 30 when you left. Then Amelia came in, and you know what she did, she was the highlight of a non-existent love life.' Why did that almost hurt. We sat there in silence for a few moments before she spoke again.

'I've dealt with many just like you, don't worry, I get nicer, I just like to see if I can break you upon first meet.' Was this woman crazy...

'So continuing on, tell me about hobbies of yours.'

'I enjoy reading, I love it actually.'

'That's it?'

'Well I mean yea, I have friends whom I go out with from time to time, and Amelia when she visits but otherwise, why?'

'Mr. Anderson,' she started putting her glasses on her desk ' I suggest a new hobby, something your good at, or you can learn to be, I mean honestly, you seem like a smart man, you should be able to pick up something, I don't know fishing, ah, community theater, according to your paper work, you went to Dalton, stared in a a few plays, it would be natural for you.' I sighed, more so huffed.

'I know you rather not break from the norm, but just try it, since you really don't have any huge problems, do you mind meeting at this time, whenever you please, any day is good. Or just come in whenever, my door is open, and preferably I'd say a 30 minutes, but you know the deal.' she smirked at me, this should be interesting I guess'

'Alright Ms. Seymour' I noted the time on my watch and it was 6, as I stood up and took her hand to kiss it. I noted her wedding ring it was pretty, I guess. I kissed her hand, and walked out.

'Have a good evening, Mr. Anderson.' said the receptionist to me as I walked passed him on the way out. He could be a new hobby...let's do the test here

'I shall, thanks... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name.'

'Oh, I'm sorry my name is Chris.' he smiled and extended his hand for a shake. Bitten nails, guy looks too straight. I shook his hand.

'Thanks Chris, hey take it easy alright.' I waved on my way out.

**Line Break**

A few hours later I found myself bored at home and decided to head out, to a bar or something. I changed into a maroon button up and black slacks..with a red fedora. Hm...not bad, maybe I can pick something nice up

And that's when it hit me. A hobby, picking things up...maybe people aren't exactly the healthiest things to pick up but for now maybe...nah. I ended up going to this bar a few blocks down from my house, not really knowing how drunk I'd get tonight, but just in case I could always make it home. I flashed my ID to the bouncer, walked in, there was everyone in there from men, women, and people of all things. I love 'Human Society', it's mix of classy people, along side with its more classy than a bar, less than club atmosphere it was the perfect lounge for any day.

'Mr. Anderson, nice seeing you here!' I heard a voice and turned to see Chris. They boy could clean up, his strawberry blonde curls all pulled back, and he was dressed in a green shirt with a black sports jacket and dark blue jeans. Hm...not bad kid, not bad at all.

'Hey Chris,' I said shaking his hand 'fancy seeing you here.'

'Yea, I just went out with a few friends after work today.' So not helping with the ever wondering question of his sexuality but sure let's role with it. He gestured over toward a small group of about 3 girls and 2 guys.

'So what brings you here?' he asked me after a few minutes.

'I-uh, got bored, needed to get out the house and see some new sights I guess.' I said taking a sip of my red wine.

'Ah, well, enjoying the evening?'

'So far, yes.' I smiled at him, he swooned. This guy was either bi or gay...he'll do I guess. I don't know how much time had passed, but I do remember ( I feel like I should get bonus points for not getting rip roaring drunk) us talking for about a good hour, a woman asking him if he was going with them back home, he turned her down saying he'd call them once he got in, a few more glasses of wine, and leaving out into the street to head back to my place.

It didn't take too long for things to get heated once we got back in. I had him pinned against the wall of my main hallway once I locked the door, I was sucking on his neck but trying not to leave any marks. We were almost the same height, but I was taller by an inch and was able to pick him up with his legs around my waist into my bedroom. He kissed me, slowly, sloppily and passionately. I was still a bit buzzed from the wine, but I think I'll be able to perform just as well.

And I did...actually better if I may so myself.

Over and over that night he screamed my name until he literally couldn't scream it anymore, he just moaned and sighed after a while. We both fell asleep, after a while, thank God it was a friday.

I woke up the next morning with a slight pound to my head as I remembered last night. For starters there was someone in my bed...oh yea Chris...that happened didn't it...well she told me to get a hobby. I turned slightly to get out of bed and walk into the kitchen to grab me some juice and start breakfast. I love my workers and all but on Saturday's I like my normal human nature. I heard a few patted footsteps and turned to see Chris in one of my shirts too large for him and his boxers from the night before.

'Good morning Chris.' I said looking up from the island I was leaned over.

'Good morning Blaine' he said yawning. He stretched his hands above his head.

'Uh, Chris quick question..'

'mhmm' he said sleepily taking a seat in the chair in the dining room, I walked over and sat opposite from him. He still looked sleepy a bit

'You don't have a boyfriend, girlfriend or anything right?' he giggled a bit but answered

'It's a boyfriend, and no I don't.' Woot alright, I'm good, just a hook up...no no it's not, I have to see him in like a few weeks at my next session.

'Wooh, alright, no mad boyfriends coming at me.' he giggled.

'So um just out of curiosity...what does this mean for us...' he said playing with his fingers

'Uh, well...last night wasn't actually planned..' he looked a bit down, I may need to stop being so cruel. 'But i don't know maybe we can go out again, see where this leads to.' He looked a tad more relieved at me saying that

'Yea, I'd like that.' He left about an hour later, I gave him a spare change of clothes as he walked from my house to the bus to head home.

Chris and I dated for a good month or so I guess. I felt fine with him, nothing over the top but at the same time nothing...too bad I guess. He really was a nice guy, not to mention no need to worry about moving too fast too fast or too slow, since we already had sex...which was amazing throughout the dating, but something just wasn't there.

'Well Mr. Anderson, I guess I'll see you next week or two weeks.' said Ms. Seymour as she and Blaine finished another psych session.

'Will do, have a great weekend Ms. S.' I walked out closing the door behind me and leaning over the receptionist desk only to see that Chris wasn't there. There was a note on his desk however which I assumed was left for me and read it.

'B

We need to talk, I'll be at 'Human Society' at 8.

Thanks

Chris'

Sigh, the old break up line. May as well do it face to face. I went home, changed and headed back out to Human Society. I saw Chris sitting there with a female friend of his he looked kind of nervous when I saw him and made eye contact. She rubbed his shoulder soothingly.

'Hey Chris,' I said nodding toward the woman and sitting at the bar, getting three waters. 'So what do you want to talk about?' I asked calmly and he held the woman's hand and squeezed...not romantically may I say, but more so out of fear? need of comfort? what?

'Blaine, I love you, you're an amazing guy and we connect on everything. But you and I both know one thing, this was just temporary.' he looked down as if he wished that weren't true. 'But I have even worse news right now. I'm leaving New York, um this is my friend Jessica, you may not remember but she was with us that night we first met.' I held out my hand for her to shake.

'Well...I swear to God it was an accident, but we got rip roaring drunk at her house this one time, all six of us in a party and then one thing led to another and...' he looked too hurt to finish the story. So I finished it for him.

'She's pregnant?' I asked as hurt mixed with sympathy as I could.

'Yea, I really didn't plan this as you can tell, but the baby is due in about 8 months, and New York is a hard place to raise a kid, so we're moving down to Maryland, probably some quiet suburb. I already gave my notice to Linda and the building.' he was rambling

'Chris, it's fine' I chuckled and patted him on the knee. I stood up gave him a kiss on the cheek and left. I walked to the riverside and stared out on it. It's beautiful on a night like this. Life works in such odd ways, I didn't really want to keep going with him for much longer, but I honestly wasn't expecting that ending. I'm glad we're at least able to be on speaking terms. I walked, walked and walked and ended up by the museum. I walked in. 8:45, 15 til closing, I guess I'll be fine. I walked around admiring all the different pieces.

And then I saw it, The Son of Man

At that moment I knew I had to have it

I'm not going to tell you my evil plans, because then you could do it, by stealing my tricks.

Let's just say between you and me, I handled it the same way I did my money. I did my part last

And she was mine

And that my friend, was how I got my latest hobby, it was thrilling, sure I'm a rookie, but thrilling none the less,

exciting

And before I knew it one became two and two became three

Don't worry like I said I'm only a big thief on money

I returned them all two days tops

So playing Cat and Mouse with all the museums in NY became my hobby, and damned well I was determined to be good at it.