kelsey.

She gave a small giggle at Blaine’s comment while she took a seat at the lunch table. ‘Thanks.” She added and began to nibble at her food while she listened to his answer to her questions. Her own mind wandering off slightly trying to pin ideas together on the circumstances of the week and how Mr. Schuester would base an idea off of them.

Blaine’s comment on the love triangles. She had an idea in her head of who he was talking about, until he mentioned that there were more than one of them. “God no!” She laughed. “I mean, not that it would never happen to me, because I’m sure it’s possible, but not yet. I mean, I haven’t got my eye on anyone, yet. I’m just happy being single for the moment since I’ve got my whole life ahead of me.” She rambled. “Plus, it leads to dramatic moments like this that require singing to fix them apparently.”

“So are we thinking like a love topic or breakups?  I don’t know why but for some reason love triangles makes me think Taylor Swift? And I like never listen to her stuff anymore.”

Blaine decided now that he had company that it’d be a great idea to pick up his fork and knife and actually start getting through whatever he mindlessly grabbed to eat.  It wasn’t the lunch’s fault.  How could something so processed and gross add up to picnic baskets of carefully plotted out full course meals made by him or Kurt?  This stuff on his tray was just rubbish in comparison. Maybe it was about time to start packing those lunches again?  Even if they made him feel homesick for someone who wasn’t here, it was better than being actually physically sick from food that sat out way past it’s prime.

Kelsey’s question made what he was doing dawn on him when he heard her voice.  He’d been sitting there, tuned out and debating menu choices two seconds into the topic of love the glee club came up.  Sure as the cat’s meow snapped right back to Earth at the mention of love triangles or break-ups though.  Blaine blinked and jabbed his fork into some spinach.  “Break-ups?  Nahhh,” he waved his free hand in the air near his cheek and burrowed his brows together like the idea was totally just--’nooo don’t be silly’–.

Break-ups?  Why break-ups?  Who was breaking-up in her opinion?  God, maybe he should have stayed home.  “I don’t think we’ve hit the Defcon Four that requires break-up songs yet. It’s going to be a Taylor Swift sort of week.  One can hope!  Anything but the 80′s hair bands we were singing last week. Not that there’s anything wrong with them.  I could just use a break.”