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A/N: Here's chapter two! A few more characters are introduced in this chapter! All of their storylines are relevant; I promise. Please, R&R. Enjoy! ((:
Thanks to my beta, Rachelle, for taking the time to fix all of my mistakes. (her beta profile: LoonyLegs01; her tumblr: behindthesehazeleyesxo)
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Kurt woke up at five - woke up, implying that he'd actually gone to sleep, when in reality he was just trying to sleep and failing. He got out of bed, did a quick stretch and then headed toward the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He stopped in the middle of the front room, realizing that Blaine wasn't there. The pull out bed had been retracted, and room was actually sort of clean. Blaine's clothes were in an organized mess beside the couch, his blanket folded in a fairly neat fashion atop his pillow, and there was only one empty beer can on the coffee table.

Kurt was impressed.

He decided to wait up for Blaine for when he finally came home so that they could apologize to one another, but Blaine never came. Kurt waited until 11:30 in the morning, before finally giving up and heading back to the bedroom where he prompt fell back asleep on the bed. He was still exhausted from his restless night.

Maybe he could talk to Blaine later, if he came home. Kurt sighed as he snuggled into his pillow, casually wondering where Blaine actually was this early in the day.

Blaine picked up the shot glass in front of him and downed the alcohol quickly. The burn in his throat felt fantastic, and he slammed the shot glass down on the bar again, silently demanding a refill.

Puck stood in front of him on the other side of the bar, his arms crossed and a towel over his left shoulder. He gave Blaine a disbelieving glare as he pointed down to the watch on his left wrist.

"It's only twelve in the afternoon, man," he scolded his friend and rolled his eyes,

"And I've lost count of how many shots you've had since you came in at four this morning. I just know that I have to clean all of these,"

He gestured to the residue filled shot glasses scattered around him and the sink, then added,

"You need to slow down."

Blaine rolled his eyes at his best friend, head lolling from side to side, as he tried to think of a witty retort.

"Weeelllll," Blaine slurred and pointed at his friend, "Jimmy Buffet….said that it was five o'clock somewhere…and I belieevee him."

Puck shook his head and placed a concoction in front of Blaine that he had made a short while ago. It was his grandma's recipe for hangovers, and Blaine needed to drink it. "Drink up," he ordered, "now."

Blaine made a face at Puck and then took a swig of it. He spat it out a second later, his face scrunching in disgust. "What the fuck man? That's…ew."

Puck rolled his eyes at his friend again and threatened,

"If you don't drink it in the next five seconds, I'll force you to drink it."

He scratched the back of his head and tried pleading with his friend who still looked like he was planning to ignore him. "Look, man, please drink it. I don't think Kurt will want to nurse your drunken ass like last time. He's still mad at you, so you have to get yourself sober. Okay?"

Blaine though about it for a moment and then nodded. "You're right. He would probably push me into the middle of the street while I'm drunk if he had the choice."

He held his nose and then chugged the vile tasting beverage. After a minute, he placed the empty glass on the counter and tried to will his slightly more aware self not to vomit all over his friend.

"You know Kurt would never do that," Puck shook his head at Blaine. "He loves you too god damned much, even if you are being a total jackass."

Blaine looked up at him incredulously, "Are you serious? I'm being the jackass? He's the one who broke up with me!"

Puck shrugged and took the towel off of his shoulder, wiping down his drinking making station. "You're the one who ignores him…all the time."

"What? I do whatever he asks me to do," Blaine pouted and rested his hands on his folded arms.

"And you're supposed to be on my side, Puck."

"I am on your side," Puck patted his friend's arm. "I'm just saying that you ignore him. Whenever he asks you to do something, you have to come up with some lame excuse to not do it. And you're all about you, man."

Blaine rolled his eyes and asked, "Like when?"

Puck placed the towel on the counter in front of him and walked over to exit of the bar area. He unlocked the latch, lifted the piece of the bar and walked over to the stool next to Blaine. Puck sat beside him and looked at him with wide, honest, eyes.

"What's my favourite football team?" Puck asked, raising his eyebrows.

"The Titans," Blaine answered immediately, rolling his eyes as if it were obvious.

"No, it's the Browns," Puck shook his head, "remember? I stopped liking them after their one player, Karofsky, did that shit last year."

"Oh," Blaine said dumbly.

Puck nodded at him, "You do the same thing to Kurt." He raised his hand, silencing Blaine before he could speak.

"When was the last time you took him to see a fashion show? Or the last time you went to a play that he wanted to see? When was the last time you took him out on a romantic date? Or the last time you cooked dinner and cleaned the house without him asking you to?"

Blaine though about it for a moment, and Puck was right. He really did ignore Kurt. "I…I didn't know I did that," Blaine murmured more to himself, but Puck heard him.

"You're too wrapped up in you own little world, where no one can touch you. Where no one can hurt you. Where no one can reach you," Puck said seriously. He patted his friend's shoulder, "The poor guy never stood a chance."

Blaine swallowed thickly; Puck had been right, yet again. It pained Blaine to know he did that to Kurt. He never wanted to hurt Kurt like that, but he ended up doing that anyway.

He ran a hand through his thick curls and sighed, "I'll talk to him when I'm sober."

Puck nodded silently, and Blaine continued, "So what have I missed in your life while I was busy being a first class dick?"

Puck's eyes lit up immediately and he bit down on his lip, hold back a grin. "What?" Blaine asked, cocking his head at his, obviously, excited friend.

"Quinn's pregnant," Puck stated - or, well, cheered - as he started hopping in his seat.

Blaine face lit up and he threw his arms round his friend, hugging him tightly. "That's fantastic, Puck!"

He smiled as he pulled away from his friend. "How long have you known?"

"Since last week," and then he added at his friend's sad expression,

"I didn't tell you right away because I was waiting for the right time."

Blaine nodded at his friend, and smiled. Puck continued, "I mean, I kind of already knew she was pregnant because, ya know, I see her naked all the time," Blaine blushed and Puck grinned. "I'm not saying she's getting fat or anything. I just knew 'cause her boobs were getting bigger, and she was getting really…uh…bitchy."

Blaine snorted at his friend and smiled, "That's great, Puck."

His friend nodded and said, "I can't wait to start our life together. Me and Quinn," he had a faraway look in his eyes for a moment before saying, "and our kid? She's gonna be a great mom."

Blaine smiled at his friend, "You're gonna be a great dad."

Puck smiled at him and bit his lip, "I can't wait."

Blaine was going to say something else, but the door to Puck's bar opened, and sunlight splashed into the dimly lit room. A tall, lanky, man entered, slamming the door behind him.

He approached the two men and asked, "Are either of you the owner of this establishment? I saw a help wanted sign, and I would like to apply for a job."

The man's voice was smooth as he spoke mostly to Blaine and discreetly checked him out.

"I'm the owner," Puck stated after a second of silence. The tall man turned to him, sparing one last glance at Blaine. He looked down at his watch and grunted,

"Okay, I'm gonna really need your help tonight because I'm the only person on staff right now. What's your name?"

"Sebastian," the man held out his hand to Puck, who shook it. Then he turned to Blaine, his hand still outstretched, and Blaine shook his hand awkwardly.

"This is Blaine," Puck stated, "and I'm Puck."

Blaine released Sebastian's hand and dropped it onto his thigh as Puck continued, "As your first job, I would like you to drive Blaine home. He's too drunk to drive."

Sebastian nodded, looking Blaine up and down, "Awesome." Then he asked, "You'll show me the way?"

"Sure…" Blaine nodded awkwardly and glared at Puck for a moment. "I could just walk home, ya know," Blaine grumbled as he got to his feet. He regretted saying that when he stumbled back and almost landed on Puck, who caught him before he could fall.

"Really?" Puck asked, his eyebrows raised as he looked at Blaine smugly.

Blaine grumbled something unintelligible before saying to Sebastian, "Fine. You can drive me home."

Sebastian smirked at Blaine, helping him up and putting his arm around the shorter man's waist.

"My car's out front," he jerked his head toward the exit.

Blaine rolled his eyes and started walking with his arm strewn over Sebastian's shoulders in an awkward way, due to their varying heights. They ambled slowly out of the bar, saying a quick goodbye to Puck, and headed over to Sebastian's car - A cherry red Corvette.

Blaine sighed sat in the passenger's seat. Sebastian rounded the front of the vehicle and opened the door, taking a seat on the driver's side.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, staring around the interior of the car. It was pretty damn cool. He had never been in a Corvette before.

Sebastian smirked, "Like it? It's new."

Blaine nodded as he continued to look at all of the leather around him. The car smelled new. It smelled good.

Blaine internally slapped himself. He had to get home to see Kurt.

"Okay, I'll show you where to go."

Sebastian nodded, looking as if he had just been snapped out of a trance, and turned the key in the ignition.

"Ready when you are."

Kurt woke from his nap to the sound of the front door being closed, and he heard voice coming from the front room. He looked over at his alarm clock, which read 1:15 in the afternoon. It looked as though Blaine had finally come home.

He got out of bed and padded out into the apartment. There was no one in the front room when he got there, so he checked the kitchen, where he saw Blaine bending over to get something from the refrigerator and a tall man watching his ass as he did so.

Was this guy seriously staring at his boyfriend's ass while he was in the room? Ex-boyfriend, Kurt corrected himself as he crossed his arms. He cleared his throat, getting the attention of both men. Blaine stood up from the refrigerator and closed the door, handing the tall man a bottle of water.

"Hey, Kurt," Blaine said awkwardly.

"Hello," Kurt said and turned to the tall man with a raised eyebrow, "and who is this?"

"Sebastian," the man smiled at him in the fakest way possible. He held out his hand to Kurt but dropped it to his side when Kurt didn't take it. "Who are you? The roommate?"

"I'm…I'm," Kurt was at a loss for a moment before internally sighing. "Yeah, I'm the roommate. And you?" He missed that sad look on Blaine's face as he stared down Sebastian.

"I work at…um…" Sebastian looked at Blaine, not remembering the name of his friend.

"Puck's bar," Blaine offered. Sebastian nodded and turned to Kurt with a smile on his face.

"Yep, that guy," Sebastian said.

Kurt looked from Sebastian to Blaine, not believing them for a second. He could not believe that Blaine would have moved on from him already. Kurt thought they would fix this, but apparently Blaine didn't feel the same way.

Kurt sighed and ran a hand through his hair before turning to leave the kitchen. "I'm just gonna…go," he hooked a thumb over his shoulder and then turned around, shaking his head as he exited the kitchen.

Blaine wanted to go after him, but he thought Kurt was still too mad to talk to him. He turned to Sebastian and smiled, "Thanks for giving me the ride home. I'll see you later, I guess."

Sebastian smiled at him, and pulled a business card out of his wallet. He took out a pen and starred a number near the middle of the card and handed it to Blaine. "That's my cell phone number. Call or text," he looked Blaine up and down and then winked at him, "anytime."

Blaine opened his mouth to say something, but Sebastian was already leaving the apartment. He trailed after, watching as Sebastian gave him a small wave and promptly left.

He looked down at the card. What just happened?

The next day, Kurt was back at work. He was typing away on his computer, glasses perched on his nose when he heard a soft knock on his door. Turning to see who it was, he was delightfully surprised to see his two best girl friends, Mercedes and Rachel standing in the doorway.

"What's up, ladies?" Kurt asked them with a smile, as he saved his document and removed his glasses.

"We're taking you out for an afternoon of shopping and lunch," Rachel smiled brightly at her friend, walking up to his desk and pulling him out of his chair.

Mercedes smiled widely at him, "I don't care if you have work to do. You're coming with us."

Kurt sighed and shook his, "But I have so much to do."

"Don't worry," Rachel assured him as she took his hand and Mercedes took the other and led him out of the office, "We had Brittany clear your schedule."

Kurt's eyes went wide as he tried to turn and go back. Who knows what Brittany could've done to his schedule? He loved the girl, which was the only reason he kept her as his secretary, but she couldn't organize and rearrange to save her life.

"Oh, no you don't," Mercedes turned him back around. "Chill. Santana helped her out."

Santana, the secretary of his boss, Sue, was good at her job, and that relieved him to know that his schedule wasn't going to be a complete mess when he returned to it. He just wondered why she would be willing to help his assistant. Kurt shrugged and turned his attention back to his friends; she was probably just being nice.

"All right. Where to?"

"So he walked into the kitchen, and you were with a man," Nick stated, trying to understand his friend's situation. "Smooth, bro, smooth."

"Oh, shut up," Blaine sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I think he got the wrong idea because, when I went into the kitchen this morning, he was there, and he wouldn't even look me in the eye."

Nick rolled his eyes, "Maybe that's because he's living in the same house as his ex who just happened to bring a man home."

Blaine's shoulders slumped. "Sebastian doesn't mean anything to me." He felt his pocket vibrate and muttered, "Speak of the devil."

He pulled out his phone and opened the text message he had just received. Of course, it was from Sebastian. He'd just wanted to say hello and see how Blaine was doing. Maybe, Blaine thought, he could make a friend out of this guy. He sighed and replied, telling him he was fine and that he was doing all right.

"Besides," Blaine said after a moment, "I think he's straight."

Nick raised an eyebrow at his friend and nodded, "Whatever you say, man."

They went back to working. Blaine, at the front of the store, and Nick at the back. Their friend, Thad, manned the cash register, and the new hire, Jeff, tidied up around the shop.

"I don't think I have ever spent that much money in one place before," Kurt commented as they left the store and walked down the street to find yet another place to shop.

Rachel and Mercedes glared at him with raised eyebrows and he gave in, "Okay, maybe I have, but that's beside the point."

Rachel snorted and gave him a side hug. "Are you feeling better?"

"Kind of," Kurt nodded with a small smile.

"It'll be okay, boo," Mercedes cooed, kissing Kurt on the cheek and smiling at him. "You don't need a man to make you happy."

Kurt smiled sadly, "But I want a man to make me happy."

Mercedes sighed and looked past Kurt at Rachel, mouthing "Plan B?" When Rachel nodded, Mercedes stated,

"Then, we need to take you out on the town. Find you a nice man that'll sweep you off your feet."

Rachel nodded in agreement and Kurt smiled at his friends with a sigh. "All right," he nodded, even though he wanted to say no.

The only man he would ever want to sweep him off his feet was Blaine.

Kurt stopped back at the condo for a few hours to get ready. He wore a pair of black super skinny jeans, a black dress shirt, and a silver vest. With that, he paired his favourite Dr. Martens, and he styled his hair to perfection.

He left the bedroom and walked out into the front room, where Blaine was lounging on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants and watching television. Blaine turned his head at the sound of Kurt's footsteps and his jaw slackened. Kurt looked positively stunning. His heart dropped when he realized what that outfit might mean.

"Where are you going?" he grumbled.

"Out," Kurt stated vaguely before adding in a less bitchy tone, "with Mercedes and Rachel. They think I need to go out on the town and find-" Kurt stopped, and quickly added, "I just need to have fun."

Blaine nodded at Kurt, swallowing thickly. Kurt was going out to find a man. He really was moving on. "Well…um…okay." He turned his attention back to the TV, ignoring Kurt who stood there awkwardly for a moment and then left, closing the door quietly after him and locking it up.

He walked over to the window and watched as Kurt left the building and hopped into a car. Mercedes and Rachel cheered when he closed the door and then sped off down the street to go who-knows-where.

Blaine sighed and plopped down on the couch. Maybe he could use a night of fun too. He opened a new message and text his friends.

To (Group) The Guys: Bring beer, money, food.

He sighed and sent the message. Blaine even sent one to Sebastian. The man needed a night off from this drama, and this was the way.

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