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Rachel quietly moved through her room, looking for something to wear, feeling a little more energised than she had been when she’d left school earlier that day. “Really? You Warblers always seem to have perfectly cool composures whenever I’ve seen you all,” she told him with a grin, picking out her favourite carousel horse sweater and laying flat on her bed, rolling her eyes at her next comment. “Very funny, Blaine Warbler,” she added with a roll of her eyes, happy to take it all in jest, after all, it was a lot better than the humiliation that she’d faced at school that day. Walking around the hallways covered in another person’s vomit tended to give a girl the wrong sort of attention.

Placing her phone on the bed, she flicked it onto loudspeaker as she quickly got herself changed into something a little more suitable for a coffee date at the Lima Bean. “Oh god yes, I mean, I didn’t even want to throw a party in the first place, talk about peer pressure,” she laughed as she tugged her shirt over her head, swapping it for her sweater, “What rep you though? You were hitting things pretty hard that night too,”

“We do?  Why thank you, Rachel.  But, trust me.  We have our moments of the exact opposite.  I guess that’s what happens when you have a group of people who are passionate about something important to them.”  Coffee in hand, Blaine ducked around a group of chattering students he didn’t recognize and made his way over to the condiment bar.  He grinned as a few of the Warblers rather particularly over-the-top outbursts came to mind but kept the details to himself.  You know?  For the sake of keeping their perfectly cool composure reputation.

Crinkling his brows together at the question, Blaine laughed and finished topping off his coffee to blissful medium drip perfection and spotted an empty table near the windows to claim before they lost it to the increasing crowd filling up the popular coffee shop.  “Peer pressure, huh?  I don’t know.  I think you were enjoying yourself.  It might’ve even stayed that way if you stopped closer to the ‘It tastes like pink!!!!!’ level of drunk.” Guess he wasn’t out of his playful banter just yet!  Oops!  “I was woken up by Kurt’s dad standing in the doorway to his bedroom and I don’t remember how I got there..and my head felt like it was splitting in half.  No kidding.  That bad.  But.  I did have a good time.  A really good time.”