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Barry and Blaine get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes.  @theoreticalguardianangel

Who knew that he’d end up getting stuck riding out a hurricane alone in the middle of a music shop JUST because he was too worried about the elderly shop owner who he’d come to consider a friend being left here?  When–said elderly shop owner–was nowhere in sight.  He’d used the key the man entrusted him with after stopping by for a few weeks straight to help him tune a few pianos he was behind on and clean up around the store and hurried inside to check if Mister Fernando needed anything just as the rain started to pour in buckets.  So much for the thought he had time to make it home.  Hey!  What did he know?  He grew up in Ohio. Trusting the weather station was hit or miss during the winter but he figured that they’d be able to predict a more timely landfall for a hurricane!  Even if it was a “little one”.  What constitutes a “little hurricane” anyway?!

Groaning as he pulled back the old lace curtain covering the door to look out at the street–Blaine swallowed the lump of fear in his throat and debated making a break for it.  Wait.  No. Getting stuck on a shutdown subway should that happen?  He’d take his chances here.  The owner lived upstairs.  There was food and water and it was dry.  Not home but definitely not the subway!   It’d work.  In the middle of his mini freak-out, he paused at the sight of someone ducking under the bus stop roof.  More rain, this time in truckloads.  No way was that guy getting a bus or standing outside. Sighing softly at the poor man’s predicament–Blaine said prayer he wasn’t about to lock himself in here with one of the city’s weirdos and opened the door.  “Hey?! Hey!  Over here,” he yelled over the drumming of the rain to catch his attention, “Do you need a–just come in?!”