marley rose.

He was still clearly flustered, and she couldn’t tell if it was because she was asking the hard-hitting questions or because he was unsure of the answers he was giving.  She hoped it was the former, because if he was unsure and he was still going to NYADA, then it could turn out horribly.  “You know, you’re kind of reminding me of Leslie Knope when she’s trying to lie to Ron about sleeping with Ben,” she mused, smiling awkwardly.  “If this is really what you want, then I think that’s great, Blaine.  NYADA is an amazing school, and I’m sure you’ll do really well.”

“Oh God I do–don’t I?  Sorry–just–sorry.”  Marley calling him out on how he wasn’t quite making eye contact while stuttering for the proper way to word himself on something he was so–scared–of messing up to the point of freaking himself or worrying that this was going to be a huge disaster–was justified.  Pretty much.  What was he doing?  What was he going to New York City to re-build when he wasn’t sure of the foundation he was building it on?  He just had to circle back and tell himself he knew that this was right and everything would work out.  If he could just shut out the nagging voice dooming him and his chance before it began.  “You know?  It is and I hope I do?”  Tossing on his best reassuring smile and forcing the excitement that made his toes wiggle in his shoes back out of the clouds that doubt hid it behind–Blaine stepped into pulling her into a hug whispering over her shoulder as he held tight.  “And thanks for caring about me enough to question my reasons.  I appreciate it.”