A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! And, 101EmilyRox, in a fic of mine, when there's Wes, there will nearly always be David. In a very specific way ;P

And I'm still apologising for the incorrect details in the education system. I'm still Australian, that hasn't changed.

I don't own Glee, or the characters in case you were wondering. I doubt you were though but you know, just in case.

"Get the fuck out of my face David!"

"Blaine we're supposed to be friends!"

"Yeah, well maybe we shouldn't be anymore! You and Wes can just fuck off. You're nothing but bossy, stuck up, rich boys, aren't you? You don't give a fuck about anyone else"

"What the fuck Blaine!" Wes had retorted, tears streaming down his face. The fight had been going on for an hour by this point and no one really remembered why it had even begun.

"Just get out of my way" Blaine had said, through clenched teeth.

"Blaine," David yelled, "we graduated an hour ago, don't do this now"

"Why do I care if you've graduated? I'm not even going here next year, you know that."

"Don't fuck up our entire friendship on something as stupid as this!"

Blaine had shoved David against the wall, hard.

"Fine, but if you leave now this is the end Blaine. We are not putting up with your shit any longer!"

"Best idea I've heard. Now get out of my way asshole"

Blaine anxiously glanced around the terminal, memories flashing through his mind, keeping his eyes open for an older version of Wes. He had promised he would meet him at the airport but he wasn't quite sure where. He didn't have any checked in luggage but he figured that's where Wes would be waiting.

And sure enough, there he was; with David.

Well, that was unexpected. Blaine didn't even know they had kept in touch, let alone that David lived in New York too. Grinning somewhat shyly, he waved over at them,

"Hey guys. Wasn't expecting you here David"

David grinned, "wouldn't give up on an opportunity to see my Blainey boy again!"

"So you're not mad at me?" Blaine asked, addressing both of them, "because I'm re-"

"Yep, still slightly mad. But you seemed pretty apologetic about it on the phone and I think five years is long enough to hold a grudge, don't you?" Wes replied, smiling at Blaine.

"Ha, yeah, I guess. But I am sorry"

This time it was David that replied, "it's ok Blaine, but thank you"

"Shall we go?" Wes asked, clasping his hands together, "you don't have any other luggage do you?"

"Nope, just this. And, I will pay you back for the flight and hotel, I promise"

Wes spoke, "don't worry about the money, just worry about getting into NYU, nice choice by the way, and you're not staying in a hotel"

"I'm not?" Blaine questioned, surprised.

"No, you're staying with, uhh, us"


"Wes and I," David replied.

Blaine laughed, "I thought you meant you were seeing someone and didn't tell me. So you're roommates?"

"I am seeing someone Blaine," Wes responded, glancing back at David with a small smile which went unnoticed by Blaine.

"When do I get to met her?"

"You've already met him"

"Wait, I've met him? Who?"

"Who knew in five years he'd get so oblivious," David muttered to Wes who hit his shoulder gently, shaking his head.

"What?" Blaine asked, looking up at them.

"Oh for fuck sakes," David said before grabbing Wes and pulling him in for a kiss which lingered longer that he had intended.

When they broke apart David turned to Blaine whose eyes were wide with shock, "get it now Blaine?"

"Uhh, yeah, sorry I just didn't, wasn't thinking"

"Awesome, let's go then," David intertwined his fingers with Wes, whose cheeks were still pink, and led the way out of the airport.

"That's your room there," Wes indicated a small bedroom at the back of the apartment, "and the bathroom's just across the hall."

"Thanks Wes, really"

"Blaine, please stop apologising and saying thank you. I swear I've lost count how many times you've said them just since we've stepped in the apartment. It's fine, ok? We may not have kept in contact because of well, you know, but you were still one of my best friends in high school and I think it would be nice if we try and get that friendship back"

"Sounds great Wes," Blaine smiled.

"You'll have to leave in about half an hour to get to NYU on time, ok?"

"Yeah, I might just have a shower and get changed. I can still feel the stench of vomit on me from the kid in front of me"

"Well, you know where there the bathroom is and the clean towels are in the hall closet"


"What did I say?"

"No more apologies and thanks"

"Good and I promise that David and I will keep the noise down tonight," Wes winked.

"Too much information Wes, I may be gay but I do not need to know that"

"Don't deny you were thinking it"

"I wasn't thinking that!"

"Mmhmm, if you say so. I'll leave you to it then? We'll probably order out for a pizza tonight after you come back from the uni, that ok?"

"Sure, but I'm paying. It's the least I can do"

"I won't try to argue"


Blaine sat in the entrance office at NYU, nervously fidgeting with his hands, his guitar sitting next him. He watched as another candidate, he assumed, exited the room with a smirk, nodding curtly at Blaine, "good luck, you'll need it to go up against me"

"Cocky shit" he muttered as the black haired guy left the office.

"Mr Anderson? They'll see you now"

The receptionist shot Blaine a flirty smile, waving towards the door. He nodded awkwardly at her before picking up his guitar. Taking a deep breath, he entered the office.

"Blaine Anderson, I assume?" The woman in the middle of the panel smiled warmly at him, while the older man to her left shuffled some papers and the man to her right just stared at Blaine, almost emotionless.

Blaine took a deep breath and reminded himself of the Blaine he knew from Dalton; confident, a leader and talented. Smiling broadly, he nodded and walked forward to shake their hands,

"Sir, ma'm, sir," he nodded at each of them as he shook their hands, "pleasure to meet you"

The woman smiled again and gestured towards an empty seat in front of the panel where Blaine promptly sat.

"So Mr Anderson, tell us about yourself"

Blaine shifted in his seat awkwardly, "there's not much to tell really. I live at home with my parents in Ohio, I'm unhappily engaged to a woman named Sam and I've regretted failing out of college ever since I, well, did"

The older man stared curiously at Blaine, "why did you fail out of college young man?"

"There was a mixture of reasons. I was pressured by my parents into a commerce degree, but I wasn't remotely interested in the topics. And I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of a year and a half. I had gotten depressed"

"Well, why has it taken this long for you to try to get into college again? Surely your parents were disappointed?" This time it was the younger man who asked the question.

Blaine snorted, "can I be honest?"

"By all means Mr Anderson, please"

"My father didn't like that I was gay. He was only too happy that I had failed out of college so I could return home where he could keep an eye on me. Things got heated and he threatened me at knife point, froze all my accounts and forced me into the engagement I'm in today. But I'm sick of it, and I think it's time I mustered up some courage and took control of my own life"

"Why music at New York University?"

"Music was always my passionate, especially singing and guitar. I was the lead of my school, Dalton Academy's," the mention of this name got a nod of approval from the older man, "Glee club, The Warblers back in high school. And your music program is excellent"

"The Warblers?"

"Yes sir, the Warblers. Have you heard of them?"

"They won the National Show Choir competition last year and they're the favourites this year. You didn't know?"

"No, I had no idea. When I said my father cut me off, I meant it"

"Well, Mr Anderson, have you got something prepared for us today?"

"I do"

"What song will you be playing for us?"

Blaine smiled, "Teenage Dream by Katy Perry"

"An interesting choice Mr Anderson, may I ask why?" the younger man surveyed Blaine curiously.

"It reminds me of a better person, someone who I once was and someone who I think I can be again with a little courage"

The woman smiled, nodding towards Blaine who took that as an indication to begin. Picturing Kurt's face in his mind, he began to strum his guitar and sing,

You think I'm pretty, without any make up on
You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, So I'll let my walls come down, down

He remembered the first time he and Kurt had met, on that stairway at Dalton. He had said he was new, but it was obvious he didn't belong at the school. Nobody in their right mind would turn up to school at Dalton without their uniform, not with the teachers as strict as they were. But he was intrigued by the boy so he had led him down the hall to the Warblers performance

Before you met me, I was a wreck
But things were kind of heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February, you'll be my valentine, valentine

An image of their first kiss flashed into his mind. He had been so taken by Kurt's performance of Blackbird, it was amazing. He remembered how Kurt had tensed at the touching of their lips, before relaxing into the kiss and deepening it still. He had always been the strong one, never Blaine.

Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love.
We can dance until we die,
You and I, we'll be young forever

Walking down the hallway at Dalton, with their fingers intertwined had been perfect. He had kissed Kurt on the cheek every time they went to a different class, and they didn't have to hide it. Dalton was wonderful for that; they could have a high school relationship like any heterosexual couple could.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream,
the way you turn me on
I can't sleep, let's run away,
and don't ever look back, don't ever look back

The day Kurt had left Dalton was hard, both had shed some tears and Blaine had held onto Kurt refusing to let go. Kurt had laughed, telling him that they weren't breaking up and they'd still see each other. He had felt Kurt's hand slip away from his as he waved goodbye to Blaine, exiting the Dalton carpark in uniform for the last time.

My heart stops when you look at me,
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

Blaine remembered McKinley's prom and the way he had stared in awe as he saw Kurt arrive at his place, the outfit he was wearing fitting in all the right places. Principal Figgins had originally said that Kurt and Blaine wouldn't be able to attend the prom together, in fear that it may start violence but Sue had put her foot down, demanding her 'Porcelain' and 'Curly McShorty' be able to attend prom. And they did. They had slow danced and kissed. They had a perfect night.

We drove to Cali, and got drunk on the beach
Got a Motel and built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece,
I'm complete

Their first fight was over something so stupid; Blaine couldn't even remember what it was. There had been yelling, and tears on both sides. Kurt had stormed out, and Blaine had screamed into his pillow, tears falling. A mere hour later the two were hugging and apologising, both had forgotten what the fight was about even then.

Let's go all the way tonight, No regrets, just love.
We can dance until we die,
You and I, we'll be young forever

He had travelled to New York to watch Kurt compete at Nationals, taking the audience by storm as he performed a breathtaking number. Blaine saw the emotion behind his performance and had realised that Dalton had never been the place for Kurt. He had been safe, but trapped by the need to be a part of the team.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream,
the way you turn me on
I can't sleep, let's run away
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

Blaine had made the decision to move to McKinley while watching New Directions perform at Nationals. Not because he wanted to change Glee clubs but because he saw how free they were. He had conformed to the Dalton mould for too long, ran away from his fears for too long. Kurt had smiled like an idiot, dragging Blaine through the halls proudly. Blaine always admired Kurt's passion and courage no matter what he was doing.

My heart stops when you look at me,
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

Their first time was a mixture of confusion, passion and love, their bodies pressed up against each other; mouths attached to skin, moans and names muttered. Both had basked in the afterglow, holding each other tight promising to never let go and that they'll always be together. Both knew they were empty promises but neither had wanted to admit it.

I'm gonna get your heart racing,
in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me,
in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight

They went to nationals again in senior year and placed third, with Blaine and Kurt closing the show on a duet. They had driven by bus back to Ohio disappointed but Blaine couldn't help but be overjoyed. He had competed at Nationals and sung with his boyfriend. He couldn't care less about the slightly smaller trophy they brought home.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream,
the way you turn me on
I can't sleep, let's run away
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

Graduation was fast approaching and they two had avoided discussion over what was going to happen after. Neither wanted to try a distance relationship, but neither would admit that too the other. They had cheered as they watched the other receive their high school diploma, and hugged laughing at the end of the night. They had all summer together, why worry about the end?

My heart stops when you look at me,
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

The summer had ended and both knew it was over. Their last hug lingered, and Kurt was the one to pull away, kissing Blaine lightly. They both promised to move on, date other people and experiment. They agreed to find each other at the end of college but this promise was just another broken one. By the time Kurt had finished college he had dated and moved on. Part of him loved Blaine, but he was scared to let it resurface. And Blaine never had the courage.

I'm gonna get your heart racing,
in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me,
in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight

He finished the last word softly, allowing the emotion to pour out. He looked up at the panel, offering them a smile. The older man spoke,

"That was remarkable Mr Anderson, you have a wonderful talent there."

"Thank you sir"

"Your high school grades were excellent, we can see that you can be a very dedicated and ambitious person but one last question, why should we choose you?"

Blaine knew this question would come and the answer came to him as though it had been planned, "not only can I be dedicated and ambitious, I am dedicated and ambitious. I've made the mistakes in the past and I've seen where they got me. I'm not going to make those mistakes again. I'm not asking for a second chance here, I'm hoping for a new beginning"

"Thank you Mr Anderson, I daresay we'll be in touch"

Wes, David and Blaine sat around the living room, after finishing two family sized pizzas. David groaned,

"Remind me never to eat that much again, you two should have eaten more"

"Wes and I were quite happy to share a pizza; it was you who wanted one all to yourself"

"You should have stopped me baby, remember what happened last time?"

"Unfortunately," Wes replied smirking, "although last time you ate two pizzas so I dare say you'll be fine"

David just groaned and rolled off burying his face into the cushion.

"So, Blaine, you didn't say how it went today?"

Blaine paused, he wasn't entirely sure how it had gone himself, "I think it went ok. They didn't ask me much really, which I'm a little worried about, wouldn't they ask me more if they were interested?"

"Not necessarily, you'll just have to wait and see"

"Mmm, I guess. This has been amazing Wes. I-I'm not sure what I'll do if I don't get in. I don't want to hide anymore, you know?"

"I know Blaine, I know. Listen, if anything gets bad or your Dad finds out that you came here just give us a ring and I'll have you on the first plane to New York and you can stay with us"

"What! I couldn't ask that of you, that's too much"

"Blaine, stop it. If you get kicked out I will not sleep knowing that you're on the streets"

"Maybe I just won't tell you," Blaine mumbled, looking down.

"Look at me Blaine, look at me," Blaine glanced up, his eyes meeting the older man's eyes, "promise me you'll call me if anything goes bad"

Blaine didn't respond, but he didn't break eye contact either,

"Blaine, promise me"

"I promise Wes, I promise. Th-thank you Wes"

"You're welcome Blaine"

A loud groan from the couch interrupted their conversation, "can we go to sleep yet?"

Both Wes and Blaine laughed, and bid each other a good night, Blaine heading into the small room to the back of the apartment.

Sitting on the bed he fiddled with the ring on his finger. Not Sam's ring, which was tucked away in his bag, Kurt's ring. He knew only time would tell what would happen but, if there was one thing he knew, was that today he had felt alive for the first time in five years.

And there was no way he was going back.

A/N: As you've probably guessed by now this is a Blaine centered fanfic which, yes, means less Kurt. He will obviously be coming back though. Probably not next chapter, but possibly the one after. This was originally a three chaptered story, but it's looking a bit longer now, obviously. And thanks for reading and reviewing! :)