Hallo again... So, here's the second chapter... enjoy

Chapter 2 BScherzo

Music has the ability to lift you up above the world and carry you to places hitherto unknown. This is not a new statement on my blog, but it bears the repetition. I am repeating my statement this time because I experienced something extraordinary today. I have always had a sort of love affair with Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah'. The melancholy in the lyrics underpinned by the softly forward moving melody speaks to me. I have heard many covers of this song in my time, and today I was thrown head first into a new one. It was sung a Capella by a girls choir. The baseline held by the altos anchored the listeners, creating a gentle wavelike movement flowing under the clear, floating harmonies of the sopranos who brought a sense of serenity to the lyrics while maintaining the melancholy, iconic to the song. If you have a chance to hunt down this cover on YouTube, by all means, do. I promise it will be worth it.

- 2BaBumblebee

Blaine Anderson looked up at the sound of a knock on his door. For the past over an hour he had been completely submerged in his work. The knock sounded again and Blaine quickly called for whoever it was to come in. His roommate, Wes, stuck his head around the door and observed the state Blaine was in before speaking. "James just called. Said you're not answering? Anyway, he wanted to know what you had planned for tonight; something about a date night or something?" Blaine frowned, attempting to return to the real world after having been in the world of Johann Sebastian Bach for so long.

"Oh right," he then exclaimed, "We have to be at the church at 7 pm," he checked his watch and saw that that was a hour away. He jumped up and, grabbing his phone, he made his way to the bathroom. As he called his boyfriend of 3 months he tried to make his curls obey order, which was always a hassle. He quickly made plans with James, and then, after a quick change of clothes, ran out of the apartment.

James was waiting for Blaine outside the small church when he arrived 15 minutes before the concert was to begin. After a quick greeting the two of them headed inside the close to full church. They managed to find a couple of seats on one of the dark wooden benches halfway down the center aisle.

"So. What exactly are we hearing this time around?" James asked in an already bored tone of voice.

"I'm not completely sure," Blaine replied as he scanned the program that had been handed to them as they entered the church. "It's a guest choir from Denmark and they are singing very different styles and genres from what I can see. It should be quite interesting, though. - My classmate looked them up..." Blaine trailed off as he noticed the distant disinterested look on his boyfriends face. "Anyway, I thought perhaps we could go out for dinner or something after?" Blaine added in a more subdued voice.

"Right," James said as he, too, scanned the program and counted the number of songs listed, "Why is it that every time it's your Tuesday, we always have to go to some boring concert? I mean, I know you study the stuff, but honestly, can't you let loose sometimes?" James hardly looked at his boyfriend as he spoke, and therefore missed the brief look of hurt in his eyes.

"I guess I just... like these sorts of things a bit more than you," Blaine mumbled and turned to look at the white chalked walls of the church. Neither said anything more, and before long the level of noise inside the room fell as the choir took their places on the steps leading to the alter.

For the next two hours Blaine allowed himself to be submerged into the music. As he listened to the clear voices of the all-girls choir he also let his mind drift. What James had said before the concert kept running through his mind. He knew, and had known from the beginning, that James did not really like classical music or anything that reminded him thereof. Blaine was relatively used to that; most of his former boyfriends had been the same. He and James had been together for almost three months, and in that time they had been to 5 classical concerts, and Blaine had missed three that were directly related to his studies. Blaine knew he was somewhat a push over, and that he would do a lot to please others. But as he sat there, in that church on a regular Tuesday night he realized that he was tired of always being the one to make the sacrifices; being the one to change who he was for the sake of having someone in his life.

That was why he turned towards James as the last of the applause died out, and said, "I think we should break up." James looked at him with puzzlement.

"What?"

"I think we should break up," Blaine repeated calmly. James stared at him for a moment, clearly trying to figure out where this sudden turn of events was coming from.

"Okay, why?" there was a hint of anger in James voice.

"Because, clearly, the two of us do not go very well together. Classical music is my life, and I can't be with someone who can't respect that. I'm sorry," Blaine explained. James nodded, sighed and then nodded again.

"I am too," he said, "and you're right. This isn't working for either of us, is it? I'll see you around, I suppose." he said slowly, before getting up and leaving the church along with the rest of the audience. Blaine stayed where he was for a moment, before he made his way to the table by the door where some of the girls from the choir were selling CDs.

"Blaine, you're back!" Wes called the second Blaine pushed the door open. Moodily, Blaine toed of his shoes without replying to his roommate.

After having decided to spoil himself and get the CD, Blaine had given in to the dejected and self-pitying mood brought on by a breakup. He hated being alone. He knew that James had not been right for him, that they were both better off apart, but that didn't stop the sense of hopelessness that always enveloped him after a breakup. He might be only 22 and still in school - he was a junior at Juilliard - but that didn't mean he couldn't be wishing for someone to come home to each night, someone to share his passions, griefs and insecurities with.

"Blaine. We have guests!" Wes singsonged from the living room when he didn't get a reply. Blaine heaved a sigh. He was not in the mood to be sociable. All he wanted was to curl up in bed, put on his new CD and disappear into the music.

"David!" Blaine exclaimed the moment he stepped into the spacious living room and spotted his old high school friend. He hadn't seen his friend for over four months which had to be some sort of record. David had moved to Chicago after high school to study business, and Wes and Blaine made it a point to maintain contact with their mutual warbler. "I didn't know you were coming over!"

"It's a surprise visit," David replied, pulling Blaine into a tight hug.

"He's got news for us, and he wouldn't say anything about it until you came back!" Wes commented happily and only slightly whiny. - Wes liked knowing things as much as he detested secrets.

"Well, I'm here now. Let's put Wes out of his misery," Blaine said, winking at his roommate. Wes mock-pouted as the three got situated on the couch and armchair.

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you. Geese Mr. Broadway, put the puppy eyes away, I thought they were Blaine's specialty." Instantly a grin of victory spread over Wes' face. "But seriously guys, this is big. Like really big! Are you ready?"

"I was ready yesterday," Wes retorted.

"Okay, so last Thursday I went to surprise Mercedes in her shop. - it's really taken of, you know, I'm so proud of her! Anyway, I went there, and she was arranging a display when I entered, and she was wearing this cute, yet professional looking, red dress, and she just looked so happy! So I snuck up on her, and the customers and her co-worker starred a little bit, but she didn't notice, and I knelt behind her, before calling her name. And then she turned around, and I proposed guys! I proposed! I'm getting married!"

"What?! Oh, my god, that's amazing!" Wes exclaimed, attack-hugging David.

"I know! I'm so happy. We're both just so happy!"

"Congrats, man. We're really happy for you, too!" Blaine added attempting to push Wes away, so he could get to hug his friend too.

"We need to celebrate!" Wes declared, running of to the kitchen. Blaine and David both looked after him with fond exasperation.

"Really though, it's great news. You make an amazing couple."

"Thanks, bro." David smiled, pulling Blaine in for a tight hug.

As Blaine lay in bed that evening after having shared a bottle of sparkling white wine (not having champagne in the house) he felt torn. On one hand he was truly happy for his friend, and only a tiny bit jealous. David and Mercedes really did make a great couple, and they always seemed so happy and content together. On the other hand,the break up with James still lingered in his mind, and he couldn't quite settle down. In an attempt to distract himself, he grabbed his tablet from the bedside table, and opened his Blogger app. He had had his account for a few years now, and enjoyed having a place where he could let his thoughts flow freely without constantly anticipating judgement. - any comments he didn't like, he just deleted. After having written about the concert, he got comfortable and started getting up to date on his favorite blogs.

AN: The choir mentioned in Blaine's blog entry is called Aarhus Pigekor, and last I checked there was a video of their cover of Hallelujah on YouTube from a church in Argentina... if anyone feel like checking them out... Thank you for reading! I'll probably upload a couple of chapters tomorrow as well. There's 12 in total... Until then...