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Ep.07 – Worth Being a Total Moron

Blaine looked down at the bouquet of Tiger Lily in his hand wondering how Mercedes could get him not only a ticket to the VIP balcony but a pass to backstage too. He could already hear the screaming coming from the backstage door and even got a glimpse of the mass of women trying to get through the mountain-sized guard.

He bit back a groan and tightened his hold on the flowers, readying himself for the upcoming battle. However, before he could even utter the first "Excuse me" a regal looking blond man with an ageless face passed by him and the crowd separated like the Red Sea to Moses' command.

Blaine blinked, not really believing his eyes especially when the guard bowed to the stranger and let him through the door without a question. Unfortunately he didn't have time to linger, the now whispering and giggling fangirls started to flood the tiny corridor once again, so Blaine had to act quickly.

He twisted and slid around the sea of young women, trying to avoid collision with the soft, but forceful bodies and recognition by the obsession filled eyes and after a few minutes of silent struggling he finally reached the scowling giant who looked at him like he was some kind of slug under the man's feet.

"What?" the guard barked, thin lips pressed together threateningly.

"I have a pass," Blaine answered, determined to not show how intimidated he felt. "To backstage."

The bear-like man examined his card for what seemed like hours before he grunted and opened the door. "Hurry up midget, I don't have the whole night."

How nice of you, Blaine wanted to say, but wisely just nodded and passed the beast, sighing in relief when the door finally closed behind him leaving him in utter silence on another, longer and wider corridor with a bunch of doors.

Now where to find Harry?

He walked down the hallway, reading the names on the doors until he reached the one showing off the name of the lead dancer of the show; Harry Potter.

"Finally," Blaine muttered, ready to knock, when he noticed the door was ajar and a moment later the first sounds hit his hears too.

"–I don't know what you expect from me, Lucius." Blaine recognised Harry's voice, but who could this Lucius be? The image of the blond man from earlier flashed into his mind, making his free hand clench into a fist.

"Naturally I want things to go back as they had been before you decided to pull this childish stunt, trying to disappear on me." A part of Blaine wanted to back away and flee, obviously this was a private conversation, not to mention Harry was involved with this man... or at least had been which made Blaine's presence unneeded, yet he stayed put like a love-sick puppy with a masochistic streak, listening in shamelessly.

"Both of us know perfectly well why I left you," Harry countered, his tone laced with venom.

"What if I told you I divorced her?"

"It means nothing anymore, Lucius." The painful grip on Blaine1s heart eased somewhat upon hearing this. "Not to mention you would never sully your newly restored family name with a scandal like this. And I told you this before, I won't be anyone's dirty little secret."

"You had no problem with me being your dirty little secret." Lucius' tone was so cold that it sent chilly shivers down Blaine's spine.

"Don't try to blame this on me!" Harry snapped and Blaine could barely resist the urge to open the door a little more. "You seduced a sixteen-year-old, promising the stars and the moon, and I was desperate enough to fall for your perfect ploy."

"Aren't you the perfect martyr in our little tragedy? If I remember correctly you hadn't exactly resisted my advances."

"I just realised I was gay!"

"That's not even a remotely passable excuse on your part."

"I won't– You know what? I don't care anymore." Suddenly Harry sounded tired. "It happened years ago, both of us gained something... worthwhile from the whole ordeal and for a change I'm actually happy here."

"Wasting your talent and time by playing around with inferior and worthless children with big dreams. Is any of the as good as I was?" Lucius asked cruelly, causing Blaine to bite back a growl.

"Unlike you I don't mix business and fun."

"You mean, not anymore." After a moment of silence the man continued. "I will not beg you."

"No one asks you to do so."

Lucius didn't say anything and suddenly Blaine was filled with dread at being caught. He didn't have many options; he could flee, choosing the coward way out and forgetting he had ever been here – or at least try to forget – or he could take his character's, Darren, advice and have courage, knocking.

His hand rose on its own accord and the soft rapping filled his ears just before the door was wrenched open and the haughty, but beautiful blond man stormed out, silver eyes alit with lightening of rage, not even sparing Blaine a glance.

"Why hello there." His head snapped back toward the doorway so quickly that he was sure he got a whiplash, which in turn caused him to blush. A very casual looking Harry in simple sweatpants and a tank top was leaning against the doorframe, smirking. "This is a most certainly more pleasant surprise than the previous one has been."

"Hey," Blaine managed to breach out, inwardly cursing himself for his awkwardness. "Er... you were great... on the stage I mean... Oh and these are yours... um..." He didn't understand why was he feeling like the poor canary that was mere seconds from being eaten by the very smug cat.

"Thank you for the compliment and the flowers." For a moment those green eyes softened, as Harry caressed the reddish petals. "They are beautiful."

"I'm glad you like them." Man wasn't this awkward! "I just... er... wanted to congratulate and... I think I'll go now..." Blaine murmured, turning away and ready to bolt. He was sure he couldn't have made a bigger fool out of himself if he tried. Honestly what did he expect?

"Hey, Blaine, wait!" Harry seemed taken aback. "I didn't mean to sound unwelcoming or anything, really. And I'm... really glad you came... I was sure the ticket was for Kurt when Mercedes asked... and... I'm rambling sorry." Was Harry really blushing? Blaine marvelled at the twin spots of red on the older boy's cheeks.

"It's okay... you were really... magical, like Kurt said you would be," he answered with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his head. "So, cofeewithmenow?"

"Huh?" Blaine flushed at the confused look he received.

"Eh... Coffee? With me? Now?" He wanted to smash his head into the wall, but the pleased smile that appeared on Harry's lips was sure being a total moron.

"Sure!" Harry grinned. "I just need to change, why don1t you come in?"