Sorry there's no Kurt yet, he's coming with his beautiful face and unf.. ok soon. Review please, opinions would be nice.

Just when you like/ don't like about it :) Sarah is based on one of my best friends, who never shuts up. Ever.

Chapter 2- Sarah

After heading home, Blaine kicked off his brogues and grabbed a beer from his poorly-stocked fridge. He thought about his painting, about last year and how it seemed so far away. Yet he still managed to remember every minute detail about the boy he'd loved. His apartment in the centre of Lansing was overpriced aswell as cold and with nobody to share it with but his 8-year-old rescue border collie, Sam, he was constantly lonely and craving company.

Snuggles in bed weren't the same with a dog and although Blaine swore he had nothing against hairy guys, it wasn't what the type of relationship he was after. But Sam was loyal and walking him passed the time and also gave Blaine the opportunity to try and find someone knew. The park was buzzing most mornings but the only good thing Blaine had come across were the ice creams sold from the van there. Middle aged ladies scooping poop were not what he had in mind when he thought of walks in the park. Where were all the duffel-coated cute guys hiding?

Curling up on his couch, Blaine checked his phone for the first time that day and saw he'd received 3 texts. One from his network provider, one from his mother asking him to come home for the summer, and the last one. Unknown.

'We need to catch up! S x' it read.

Blaine squinted at the screen. Was this fate?

'Is this Seb?' He typed.

Hesitating for a moment, he realised how needy he sounded if it was Sebastian, he changed the text to 'Who is this?' and clicked send. He hoped it would be Sebastian, as sad as it was, he really needed someone there for him right now that wasn't his dog or over the age of fifty.

'It's Sarah, silly! x' fired back a reply, she was certainly more enthusiastic than he ever was on a Friday night.

Blaine sighed, he didn't know whether he was relieved or disappointed, but a part of him was definitely pleased to hear from her. When he'd been in the Warblers, Sarah had dated his friend Jeff. She'd patiently sat outside Dalton everyday waiting by her car to pick them up. Jeff had lived near Blaine and she was the only one out of the three of them with a license. On the way home, she'd tell him stories from when she was a junior and about all the bargain clothes she'd picked up that week. She was a nice girl and Blaine decided they did need to catch up. His fingers hovered over the keys, before sending her a text back.

'Hey Sarah! That would be nice. Saved the number x'

Blaine had arranged to see her over the weekend and to his surprise, Sarah had insisted that she drive to Lansing. He was secretly pleased, besides the fact he didn't want to see any of his old 'buddies' in Lima, he really didn't like driving. It was around 140 miles and Blaine couldn't sit still for more than 10 minutes. Even with Bryan Ferry blasting out his car speakers, he always managed to get lost. And anyway, who would look after Sam?

Sarah arrived the Saturday morning, almost an hour late. Blaine went to the door, smoothing down his hair as he opened it. Sarah threw her arms around him, kissing his cheeks and waving alcohol in his face 'Hi' he smiled.

She was prettier than he remembered but he never did look at anyone, no matter what gender, when he was with Sebastian. She had short brown hair and was wearing an even shorter lilac dress. Grabbing two pint glasses from Blaine's almost bare cupboards and filling them with the amber liquor she'd brought (The girl clearly had no sense of units and measurements), she began talking.

'So about a month ago, me and Jeff split and it was just horrible, he finished with me for some girl and I cried for weeks and then Nick came and looked after me, it was so romantic and Kurt came by my apartment every morning and night with Kleenex and coffee, he's such a doll and Nick got all jealous of Kurt, but Kurt's gay and I just can't help it if he's all over me all the time, he's just so cute and...' she took a breath in and Blaine went to say something.

'Nick is clingy, I mean really clingy and he's nice and everything, I just love Jeff but Kurt is just obviously in love with me, despite being gay but how do I get Jeff back? Do I make him jealous?'

Blaine blinked at her, he zoned back in. The woman didn't stop talking for what seemed like forever.

'Who's Kurt?' he finally asked

'Oh, some guy from my college, he used to go to McKinley'

'Don't know anyone from there. Don't you go to that drama college, now?'

'Yeah, NYADA. Oh, he's so cute!'

Blaine smiled, everyone was cute according to Sarah.

'How's Sam?'

'He's good'

It was silent for a moment, Blaine could still hear her voice ringing in his ears.

Sarah's eyes lit up, her face spread into a wide grin 'Oh. My. God!' she said, her arms flapping.

Blaine raised an eyebrow 'Wow, you seem pleased about Sam's health'

'No no no. There's a party. This week. In Marysvile'

'In Ohio?' Blaine asked

'Mhm' Sarah grinned

'Oh. Cool'

'Please say you'll come'

'Who's going?'

'Everyone'

Blaine laughed, everyone he wouldn't know probably. 'Okay, I'll come'

Sarah squeaked, wrapping her arms around him. He saw she'd drank half of her pint glass, that couldn't be healthy?

'So this Kurt is crazy about you, huh?' he asked

'Yeah' she rolled her eyes

'And he's gay?' Blaine took a gulp of his whisky, it created a burning sensation in his throat.

'Yeah' Sarah got a packet of Lamberts from her bag 'smoke?'

Blaine put his hands up 'Not for me, thank you'

She lit up and reclined on his shabby sofa 'But I think he's not really gay'

'Wouldn't he be more likely to lie about not being gay, rather than pretending he is'

'Dunno' Sarah shrugged

'When is this party then?' Blaine asked

'Tuesday night'

'Tuesday? I have school on We...'

'So?'

Blaine laughed, one night wouldn't hurt.

Before Blaine knew it, they were in some expensive boutique, picking out new clothes. Sarah was acting like his mother, putting denim shirts and such up to his small frame to see if they'd fit. He didn't mind, she was trying to be helpful.

'I was thinking of dressing down. Man, I have loads of stuff in my wardrobe I could wear, it's no biggie'.

Sarah looked at him as if he'd grown another head 'You mean.. you'd risk being seen in the same thing twice?'

Blaine couldn't help but chuckle 'Sarah, this is Marysville not Manhattan, darling'

Sarah jerked her head towards him 'watch it, midget' she was holding up a bright green shirt with neon pink decoration

'I said... I was thinking of dressing down'

Sarah gave up on dressing him, picking herself a pricey outfit and went to the fitting rooms, Blaine following her and was looking lost in the women's section. He waited outside for her and whilst he sat on a stupidly low stool, he flicked through his sketch book. Sarah came out, she looked amazing. 'What do you think? Do I look... frumpy?'

'Not at all, you look beautiful'

Sarah grinned 'What's that?'

'A sketchbook'

She grabbed it from him 'You did these?'

'Yes' Blaine was flattered, he could tell she liked them

'They're... they're amazing'

'Why thank you'

'I never knew you did stuff like this'

'Well... bet you never knew I can ballroom dance either'

'Very funny, Anderson'

Blaine didn't say anything, he looked smug. On the way out, whilst Sarah was paying for her pricey new frock, Blaine picked up a white shirt 'Hey, what about this?' he asked her opinion.

Sarah rolled her eyes as she saw what he was holding 'I thought you were supposed to be an artist.'

He put it back, looking a little down 'I'll wear my red polo'

'Go on then... tell me what a party's like in Marysville' Blaine smiled as he drank his take-out coffee.

'Alcohol, cute guys, cute girls, kissing, hot dancing, loud music' Sarah said dreamily.

'Sounds... interesting'

Sarah giggled, it was midday and she was tipsy. She did have a lot of alcohol earlier.

'Hey, Sar. Did you ever see Seba...'

'And then people usually end up dancing on tables... and making out in cupboards'

'Sebastian'

'Sebastian?' she smiled

'Yeah, Sebastian Smythe'

'What about him?'

'Did you ever see him, you know, after I left'

'Was that the guy you dated? I see him all the time in the Lima Bean'

'Oh'

Sarah wasn't paying attention, she was looking in shop windows.

'Why did you and Sebastian break up anyway?'

'Differences' he mumbled

'Ouch'

'It did hurt, but it happens, I guess'

'You over him?'

'Dunno' Blaine shrugged 'I guess'

'You know what numbs heartache?'

'what's that?'

'A good party!'