Phoebe's POV:

Before college started, I took Gavin's offer to travel with him. He built houses and schools for third world countries while I photographed. We had a fling but decided to be friends. He was the distraction I needed to keep my mind off of Blaine.

It has been six months since I spoke to both Blaine and my father. After graduation, I moved east to attend NYU. Finally free of the "Grey Shadow," I was allowed I make my own friends and decisions. Oddly liberating, it was also bittersweet. I refused to have any contact with my father and Blaine. Seattle was the place my heart had been broken and I refused to return there.

The last time I talked to Blaine was the day of graduation when he cornered me into talking to him. He looked terrible; he hadn't slept in days, neither had I. There was so much that he wanted to talk to me about but I didn't want to listen, I was too heartbroken. After the ceremony, I avoided both him and my father.

New York City was my home now. I had an apartment that I shared with a girl I met during orientation, her name was Georgia. She also happened to be from Georgia. Georgia was energetic, witty, funny, and didn't care about my last name. Probably because she came from wealth herself. Nonetheless, we became the best of friends instantly. Georgia was a skinny, African-American country girl with big, curly hair. She loved to party just as much as I did. We were a perfect match.

A few weeks into the school year, I met a boy named Darren. He was nothing like Blaine. He was selfish and dangerous; everything he did was for himself. But his mindless behavior was a turn on for me, we started dating. Darren came from New York City, Brooklyn to be exact. He was a grungy, Kurt Cobain wannabe. Darren's blonde hair was always gelled and brushed back. He was skinny, enjoyed chain smoking, playing guitar, hooking up with random girls, and wearing ripped jeans, black, leather boots, and band t-shirts.

Teddy was the only person from Seattle that I allowed to visit me. When I moved here, he was the only person who I gave my address to. He helped me move in and tried to get me to call my father back. There was no way in hell. Teddy tried to get me to understand that my father did what he did, but what was there to understand? My father didn't think I was a capable adult. But he never forced me to come back like my mother tried to do.

Today was Friday which meant that Georgia and I were going out to party tonight. Darren and I had broken up for the umpteenth time; he wanted to live the single life. Instead of moping around over the breakup, I decided to get wasted with Georgia.

The club we were at was crowded with kids from school. Georgia was dancing with a boy from our building while I ordered another shot. I felt him approach before I actually saw him. My body tensed and my heart raced when he placed a hand on the small of my back. I turned up to look at the face that had haunted me in my sleep. The face I had tried to get out of my head. The face that reminded me of the better times. The face that I loved.

"Hey Phoebe," he said.

Blaine stood before me in black jeans and a white crew neck top. He looked older, more mature with his shaven face. Then I reminded myself that he was almost two years older than me, of course he looked more mature. That didn't stop my heart from nearly exploding out of my chest or a gasp slipping out of my mouth. The boy that I had loved stood before me. I had pictured what I would say if I ever saw him again. Nothing came out.

"Phoebe?" he looked worried, "Are you alright?"

I couldn't be here, Georgia would understand if I left her. I ran out of the club, Blaine tried to catch up to me. But I was faster. I stole a cab from a drunken couple and sped away as Blaine emerged from the club. He watched me go, a look of anguish on his face. Tears fell down my own, how did he have the same effect on me? I had tried to desperately get away from him. Why did he have to come and find me?

I ignored the thought of going back to him and walked up the stairs to the apartment. Why would I go back to a liar? Why would I allow myself to get played again? The first time hurt so bad, the second time could potentially kill me. Darren opened the door to his apartment, clad in only his boxers.

"I need you, now," I feverishly kissed him.

He wasted no time in undressing me and pulling me to his bed.

The next morning I cuddled against Darren's chest. He was warm and smelled like cinnamon cigarette smoke. Yuck. But it was homely. Yawning, I looked up towards him. He was staring at the ceiling and smoking a cigarette.

"That was a surprise," he said, eyes still on the ceiling, "I thought you said I was a delusional douchebag?"

I cuddled closer, "You are but at least the sex is good."

"I'm glad we agree on one thing," he traced my shoulder.

Darren didn't need to know that while we were having sex, all I pictured was Blaine. Blaine kissing me, Blaine inside me, Blaine's hands all over my body.

"Are we back together today?" Darren asked.

"Maybe," I kissed his chest, "Depends on how good you screw me."

Georgia and I were going to another bar tonight. Once I told her about seeing Blaine, she automatically thought that going out would keep my mind off of him. Darren met us there in his usual attire - dark jeans and band t-shirt. He kissed me as we danced. We rubbed our bodies together sensually, grinding to the music.

Georgia was dancing with another guy next to me. He was average height, a mixture of African-American and Asian, and a really good dancer. I froze. I knew him. That was Sean. If Sean was here, that meant Blaine wasn't too far behind.

"What's wrong baby?" Darren moved down to kiss my neck.

"Nothing, can you go get me a drink?"

Darren nodded before emerging in the crowd. I felt a pair of hands grab my waist.

"How'd you come back so fa-," I turned around.

Blaine stared down at me, his eyes blazing. I pulled back from him, it was too surreal.

"Please Phoebe," Blaine begged.

"Stay the hell away from me. I have nothing to say," I seethed.

Just then, Darren came back. He handed me my drink, checking out Blaine.

"Who're you?" Blaine snapped.

"He's my boyfriend! Now please go."

Blaine's bemused expression broke my heart all over again. Darren wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close.

"You're joking, right?" Blaine laughed, "You're dating him?"

"Who are you?" Darren snapped, looking very annoyed, "And why are you talking to my girlfriend?"

"She was mine first," Blaine growled, "And I plan on getting her back."

Sean and Georgia joined the group. Shyly, I waved at Sean. He grabbed me into a bear hug.

"God it's good to see you," he squeezed me.

"Get your paws off my girlfriend!" Darren pushed him off.

Sean frowned between the two of us then at Blaine.

"We should go," I pulled Darren with me, afraid of an escalating fight.

"Wait," Blaine grabbed my arm, "We need to talk."

"You aren't talking to my girlfriend," Darren grabbed my other arm, "Now let's go."

"Just listen to me for a second!" Blaine yelled, "Tell this Joel Madden wannabe to wait."

"If you go and talk to him, we're done," Darren frowned.

I stared at my past and my potential future.

"Darren, I'm so,-" I tried to get out but Darren stormed off.

I resisted the urge to follow him; I vowed to call him tomorrow. Blaine grinned at me, it did things to me that I couldn't describe. I wanted back in his arms more than anything.

"You have five minutes," I warned him.

Georgia gave him a curious look; I knew she was assessing him, trying to figure out why I was so drawn to him. Honestly, I didn't know why myself. He hurt me once when I trusted him; he could do it all over again.

Blaine held my hand as we made our way outside the club. The sound wasn't any lower out here than it was inside the club.

"Your place or mine?" Blaine questioned, when I took a moment to respond he said, "I guess it's your place."

We took a taxi cab back to my apartment. Sitting so close to him made me squirm. I could smell his cologne and his natural musk. God, why did I agree to this?

Blaine walked around checking out my apartment. He looked at the photos of me and Darren, me and Georgia; some of my friends back home, and some new friends. Teddy was the only family member who had a place on my wall.

"No family pictures?" he observed.

"No, I don't see my parents that much."

A knowing look appeared in his eyes but he kept his mouth shut.

"You're down to four minutes," I mumbled.

Blaine ran his fingers through his overgrown hair, "I miss you more than I ever thought was possible."

I kept an impassive face.

"Doing what I did was the biggest mistake, I should've told you. If I could go back and tell myself from day one to tell you, I would. God Fee, I've replayed our whole relationship in my head so many times. I can't stop thinking about you and I don't think I could if I wanted to.

We were so good together and I of course fucked it up for us. I want to make it up to you, whatever it takes. I will not give up on us getting back together. As cocky as it sounds, I know you still want me too. I've wanted to get you back ever since you left my apartment. And for good reason, you refused to talk to me.

But I'm begging you to give me a second chance. I will work day and night to gain your trust again. Please give me the opportunity to make it up. I left Seattle to come and see you again. I know this isn't the end for us. It can't be, I love you."

Anger ran through my veins from his speech. I wanted him back and here he stood, saying he wanted me back too. In an ideal situation, I could forget our past and move on. We would get back together and live happily ever after.

"You can't just waltz back into my life and expect me to forgive and forget. You hurt me so bad Blaine. I can't even look at my father the same way! How don't you see that? I never stopped loving you but at the same time, I hate you. I hate you for making me cry, I hate you for making me feel stupid and I hate you for coming back into my life. Why can't you just leave me be?" I cried.

Blaine approached me, "Don't hate me, please. I'm sorry, so so so sorry. But I love you Phoebe, please don't hate me."

He wiped the tears from my face and leaned his forehead against mine, "Tell me you love me still Fee, please."

I couldn't form the words he wanted me to say.

"Phoebe, say you love me. I need to hear you say it."

"I can't," I turned away from him.

He turned my chin to face him, "Say you love me again."

I looked into his eyes, they showed so much pain. I was the cause of his pain.

"I love you."

Blaine grabbed the back of my neck and tilted my face up to his. His lips felt so good against mine. I groaned in relief when his hands massaged my boob. Our bodies meshed together, desperately clinging to one another. Blaine lifted my dress over my head, exposing my bra and thong. A low growl ripped through his throat as he took in my outfit. He hoisted my up against his waist; his raging boner poked me through my underwear. I gasped in surprise.

"Are we going to do this?" Blaine kissed my neck.

All I could do was nod. He massaged my butt as he sucked my neck. I arched my back, giving him better access. Blindly walking backwards, Blaine fell backwards into a wall. Laughter exploded from my throat.

"You think that's funny?" Blaine grinned at me.

I nodded, smiling, "Yes I do."

"I've missed your laugh," he rubbed his thumb on my cheek.

"Is that all that you missed about me?"

Blaine's eyes turned serious, "No, I missed everything about you. Even your obsession of taking photos of me."

I rubbed my nose against his, "I deleted every photo."

"Why?"

"I was mad," I sighed, "Then I reloaded them and created a file that was password protected with a password only Teddy knows."

Blaine looked contrite, "Let's go to bed. We can talk in the morning."