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Chapter 3 - Present Day (2 years later)

It was a good day, great day you could say. The sun was out and bright, shining with purpose. It's been two years since we all have been together, how have you been? I've been doing great. I purchased a new building, for business of course and I moved more toward the heart of the outskirts almost suburb parts of the city. It's a beautiful house may I add, about 3 floors, maybe 4 bedrooms (including the guest suite 5). Turns out a lot of shit happens in two years. Amelia graduated, my baby girl graduated Crawford Country Day, and she made me made things better, she got into Drexel. She makes me so proud, she has my charm, and my tricks. She's been up there for a year now, and she's loving it, her second year there, just last week we moved her into her off campus apartment, she loves Philadelphia, she says its NY with more hobos and less fashion outlets, but she loves it with her life. Me, well let's just say I actually kept in touch with Chris. He had a baby girl, her name is Emily, and I just happen to be her 'uncle'. He said he really hasn't kept too well up with everyone else since he and Jess (who actually ended up working out surprisingly) moved down south. I kept in contact the most, despite our 1 month of dating and a now year worth of friendship, we got pretty close. Jess is cool too. I keep a guest room designed specifically for them, their own linens and all. I live quiet comfortably for myself. Amelia always says this house is too big for my own good, I just like to think of it as not wasting my money.

I glance at the clock, it's 3:30, may as well make it over to Ms. Seymour's building. I got dressed, grabbed my keys, wallet, hat, and walked out the door. It's quite warm for the last week of September, so today I settled for my blazer.

The drive over was silent, peaceful, but silent.

I got up to the building, at 4:30 and walk in. She'll probably be finishing with her final client, and moving on soon for her break then me. I'm not stalking the woman, she's the only shrink I've been to, she told me how things role, and any normal person would figure as much.

I get up to the building to find the waiting area empty, minus the gorgeous boy behind the reception desk. Okay with hair like that, he MUST be gay. He looked up at me and smiled.

'Good evening sir.' he said sitting up straighter

'Good evening, I'm Blaine Anderson.' he typed my name into the computer and then turned back to me.

'Ah, you're her 5:30, alright, well since you're particularly early, enjoy a magazine.' I sat down and read for a while, and noticed time not flowing by. The receptionist hummed to himself and finally spoke.

'Just a head's up, she's not in right now. She went to grab a bite to eat a 3 with her husband. You're fortunate, I think she likes you.'

'hehe, It has been a good 2 years of being with the same therapist.' BZZZZZZZ. my phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to check what it was. It was an email from the Rivera Art Gallery, a new shipment, containing the Mona Lisa had just come in, I'll have to go check on that afterward. If you're wondering do I still keep up with that...particular hobby of mine, yes I do. I recently was able to grab a Van Goh, the Starry Night actually. I gotta admit, its pretty I had a copy made and returned it once it was done. Well the day after the copy was made but you get the point.

'So do you have a name?'

'Uh, my name is Kurt, you're only getting my first name because I don't know if you're some kind of sicko or not.' I chuckled at this, he's got a sense of humor 'this here is just a favor to a friend.' he chuckled. 'The regular receptionist, Annie, you should know her by now, she's pregnant and she had a terrible case of morning sickness, so since this isn't the first time it's happened, Linda let it slide so I'm here until you go in I guess.'

'Ah.' makes a bit of sense. 'So Kurt, tell me a bit about yourself.'

We ended up talking on and on until about 5:15. Turns out he's not one for giving anything too personal about himself. No high school names, no names of groups just oh, I live in NY, I lived in Ohio, I did this activity. But when he talked about his passion for it, that was amazing. I'll have to remember to ask Annie about him when she comes back.

'Hey Blaine, hi Kurt.' Linda said on walking in. 'Just give me a minute Blaine, I gotta set up a few things. Kurt, thanks again for coming in for Annie on such short notice' she dropped her bag and wrote a check for the days work I'm guessing.

'Thanks Seymour, see you around sometime.' he said grabbing his things and getting ready to go. He walked over to the elevators when I finally had the guts to do it.

'Dinner.' he raised an eyebrow and looked at me strangely.

'Pardon?'

'Dinner with me sometime please?' I gave my most attempting smile.

'First off, that's not the proper way to ask anyone out, two my rides here.' He walked into the elevator, and didn't close it just yet.

'I'll see you again sometime.' he pushed the button, those beautiful blue-grey-green eyes, that brown hair, gone forever.

I walked into Linda's office and plumped down into a chair. I don't like this, I never lose anything, how did this guy just walk away from me like that, we had something, I know he felt it. He had to.

'Something seems to be troubling you Mr. Anderson?' She looked at me with a raise eyebrow.

'No, not in particular.' I rubbed my chin and looked at the window I walked over to it and looked down at the busy street of New York. Ah, my hero I see him hailing a cab, well attempting to anyway.

'You're actions say otherwise, I've known you for what two years now?' she cocked her head to the side 'I can read you like a book, almost.' *sigh* I've seen Linda in work, and out of work. Since she's not here to help me with really personal issues, like a rape or something, just someone to talk to. I pay her extra for it, but yea. The woman, if I were straight, she'd be the one...well if she were straight and not married.

I smirked, 'You could say something may have caught my attention.'

I sat back down and stared out the window, 'How do porcupines mate?' I said after about a good five minutes of thought.

'Ah, an old joke, very carefully, depends on what you mean by porcupine though Mr. Anderson,' she placed her feet on her desks and rotated so she could see out the window. 'Organisms with highly developed defense systems'

'Like porcupines'

'Like 40 year old, working, self absorbed loners. Whom have had little time to work on themselves so they seek out other things, that do not pertain to actually settling down. If you think this person will change you forever, then by all means Blaine, but be careful.'

With that I said my farewells, and walked out, I didn't even hail a taxi, I caught the subway home.

The next day (Friday):

Today was a big day, yesterday I got an email to my art gallery magic.

There was a shipment going into today. I've been waiting for this one for a month, every was set to be here by 5. I'd have a copy of Starry Night, in my hands by the end of today. Let's just see if I can pull it off.

I headed over to the museum around 9, in order for this to work I had to drop off my brief case, that was gravely important. I ran into Nick, one of the security guards I've known for years. We met and hung out a bit in college, and then I met him here, donated some pieces, we hit off a friendship.

Work that day went really smooth. I checked my email. So far all things were going smoothly.

At 3:30 I walked out the office, brief case in hand and was out the door to the museum.

Ah, it's a bit stuffy in here, perfect. I smirked to myself, this would be an accomplishment if I could pull this off. I walked over to the gallery where things should be moving smoothly, when I was interupted by a woman.

'Sorry sir, the exhibit is closed for the day. We have some cleaning to do to get ready for an event tonight. Thank you, please come back tomorrow.' I dropped my briefcase and stepped closer toward her and whispered in her here. Let's see how strong my decoys are.

'Are you sure madam?' I all but purred, she didn't flinch. Good group.

'Yes sir, now stop trying to seduce me before I have you thrown out for sexual harassment.' I threw my hands up in defeat and walked away. Perfect. Now to find Jeff, I saw Jeff outside 3 steps away from me.

'Ah Blainey-bot, what seems to be the problem?'

'Ah, Jeff, they shut down Gogh.'

'What do you mean?'

'The cleaners are in there right now, they said that there were VIPs coming in through town today so they were ordered to clean it.' I looked him dead in the eye, he looked concerned for a moment, then gave me a notion to sit right here. I looked at my watch and read my paper a bit.

'AHHHH!' I heard a male scream. I saw the woman I spoke to run out the room first, and then followed by two men. Let's make me look like the hero. I stood up and tried to stop him so that Jeff could catch him

Oh shit. I'm gonna have to ice that when I go home. He punched me square in the jaw. Oh well it should be fine after tonight.

Jeff caught up, and then I saw the gate, it's still open. I only have one shot. I merged into the back of the people being pushed out and slipped under the gate. Alright, Gloves on, Damnit it's hot in here. Oh well it'll only be for a few minutes. I broke the frame and grabbed the portrait, and reached for the briefcase I placed under the bench earlier. Once it was strapped in, I blended right back into the crowd. Woah shit, I'm good. I walked right outside and hailed a taxi. I'm getting better at this. Much better actually.

Once inside a taxi I called my favorite girl, well aside Amelia that is.

'Quinn, I need a favor.'