AN: This is a semi-requested Blainecedes for my fellow reviewer Mdv. I've decided to make it a series of drabbles maybe like two or three but none of them will be related to one another. I'll take requests for any other Glee couple drabbles and put them on this. Hopefully we can get a nice stack of drabbles on here so that people can just keep on reading off of one story. I wanted to write it now because I'm able to update my other stories at a nice rate. I'll have chapter 6 of Afterall up soon so stay tuned all you Samcedes lovers!

I hope you enjoy this!

PS: I ALREADY know that Blaine is Gay. We established that a loooooong time ago for those who watch Glee. This was a requested fanfic so I posted it. Don't like it? I suggest you stop reading now. Thank you!

Blaine sat at the end of the bar half hidden behind a halo of smoke emitting from the stray cigars left to burn in ashtrays all around him. He twirled the remains of his beer around in the mug and watched the ember colored fluid spiral in front of his eyes. All around him people were laughing and mingling. Women in tight dresses flitted from man to man, occasionally hooking their arm around a guy of their choice and leading them to a private area. The air smelled of stale cheese and lavender which didn't sit quiet so well with Blaine's stomach. He didn't even know why he was here. He wasn't looking for a "goodtime" with any of the escorts and he wasn't here for the food either, no one ever came to Summerville Bar when they were looking for something good to eat.

If Blaine were being honest with himself he'd say that he was waiting for her. That midnight skinned girl who made his head reel whenever she mounted the makeshift stage and sang in that soft raspy voice. That voice did all kinds of things to his body, things that made him feel excited but also made him stop and think back to old memories that were deeply buried in the back of his mind.

He didn't know her name but he knew that she was new to Los Angeles and judging by her sense of style, she must've come from somewhere filled with exotic beauties like herself.

It made Blaine wonder what it'd be like to get to know her. She wouldn't be like the airy California girls he knew, the ones looking for their next fix or a way to make easy money. She probably wouldn't come to him in her hour of need and ask for a loan even though Blaine would've given her the money if she needed it because he was so soft hearted when he saw someone suffering.

Blaine shook his head and slid the half empty glass back to the bartender, motioning for another round. The pixie blonde girl raised a dyed magenta eyebrow questioningly but refilled his cup to the brim. He was just about to take a huge gulp when the familiar scent of cinnamon filled his nose. His eyes automatically found their target and his pulse jumped from the inside of his neck.

She was here, wearing a tight fitting gray long sleeved sweater that made Blaine's eyes grow large and his hands sweat. Her hair was pooling over her shoulders in soft brown rivulets rounding her chest and ending squarely upon her hips with a curly flourish. Her mouth stretched into a wide smile, showing off her shiny white teeth and her full set of lips.

"'Bout time you got here" the pixie girl rasped in her chain smoker New York accent, "Pauly was about to drag your ass ova here"

The brown skinned girl just shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "Pauly is an asshole but he knows better than to mess with his singer" she hopped up on stage gathering everyone's attention. Blaine tightened his hold on his cup of beer as the crowd around him fell silent. She had their undivided attention.

She opened her mouth to greet everyone and winked at a few people in the crowd before singing her first song of the night. Blaine found himself in awe as he watched her. Every time he came to see her perform it was almost as if he'd seen her for the first time all over again.

He leaned forward in his chair earning a smug smirk from the pixie girl as he did so but he could've cared less, he was focused on her and only her.

Once she finished she dismounted the stage to the sounds of loud applause and hoots and catcalls. She was taking her break.

Her eyes landed on him and she turned, heading in his direction. Blaine fumbled with his glass and spilt its contents all over the counter, he could feel his cheeks reddening as the blonde girl began to clean up the sticky mess.

"Hey there" she said as she leaned up against the bar. Blaine mumbled a hello and she chuckled. "No need to be nervous there stranger, I've seen you around here a lot. You come for the show?" she smiled kindly earning a glare from the blonde bartender who was trying to clean up the spilled beer.

"Whenever I get the chance" Blaine responded with a shrug trying to come off as indifferent even though his heart was about to drum its way out of his chest. "What's your name?" she asked leaning forward as the crowd began to get rowdy again. Blaine swallowed as he tried to focus his eyes on anything but her soft pink lips that were barely inches away from him.

"Blaine. Blaine Anderson" he smiled as a slow smile stretched back over the girls face. "Well Blaine, tonight's your lucky night. I'm taking you out to dinner" she placed a hand on his for a moment in a brief pat.

"I think ya deserve it. Coming here with all of these sexual predators and prostitutes just to have somewhere to go" she dug into her pocket and pulled out a shiny silver card. "How about tonight? After my final performance you and I could talk?" she slid the card into the breast pocket of his jacket and he nodded. "I'm Mercedes by the way" she leaned forward and brushed her mouth against his. Blaine had never felt so hot and cold at the same moment.

"Sounds like a plan" Blaine held a finger to his mouth as he called after her while she remounted the stage and began to sing yet again.

AN: Next up..Another drabble!

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