sam.

( mssg » blaine ) everybody likes compliments, cright? 
( mssg » blaine ) uhm, jackson’s place, yuo know that tall dude from the bjasketball team. like 2 streets frowm puck’s. can’t miss it, loads of cars outsidde. oh that’s super smart thinking right there. brilliant idea! you’re a great bet friend.
( mssg » blaine ) bso drunk. gonna be in gso muhch trlouble if they see me like this

( mssg » sam | sent ) You’re right.  Everyone does.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Two streets down from Puck’s place.  Got it.  I’m grabbing my keys and I’ll be on my way.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Don’t worry.  I got your back.

Blaine tucked his phone into his back pocket with a half grin and huff of laughter.  Sam.  Sam. Sam.  What was he going to do with him?  The boy was beyond drunk and, even though Blaine appreciated the compliment (which, by the way, he already made a mental note to ask Tina when he saw her Monday in class where the description came from if only to give her a hard time) he knew his friend was more than five sheets in the wind to give it.  Didn’t mean that it didn’t make him grin ear to ear happily at the words.  Who doesn’t like to know someone appreciates their..um..assets?  Especially someone like..  Oop!  Yep!  Time to go!  Definitely not time for his head to wander down that path loaded with trap doors into ComplicatedTown.  He had enough in his life that was complicated already.

He got there as fast as he could and parked among the dwindling number of cars.  His nose crinkled at the sight of some guy he didn’t know deciding that a hedge near the door was a good place to pray to his absent ‘porcelain god’.  “Well. Someone’s going to hate life in the morning.”  He’d grab the guy a glass of water on his way out since he wasn’t planning on staying here long.  Stepping inside the house–he overlooked several make out sessions and a few people dancing and sharing shots as he walked past.  “Hey, Sam?”  No sign of him.  Down the hall he went towards the kitchen, calling out trying to find the blonde in question.  “Sammy? Anderson Taxi!  At your service!”