mickey.

  ❛    _{fuck  no  ,}   ❜     _{the  idea  is  ludicrous  ,   really  .    if  glee  clubs  were  a  thing  in  high  school  when  he  still  bothered  to  show  up  ,    it’s  most  likely  that  mickey  would  have  been  the  one  beating  them  up  behind  the  bleachers    (   well  ,   he  may  have  done  it  ,   now  that  he  thinks  of  it   )  .   it’s  been  a  couple  of  years  since  then  ,    and  mickey  is  somewhat  proud  to  say  that  he’s  grown  past  that  ;    is  even  trying  to  be  nice  .   doesn’t  mean  to  be  rude  when  snorts  at  the  question  .}   ❛    _{i  can’t  carry  a  tune  for  shit  ,    man  ,   ‘have  no  idea  how  the  fuck  you  do  that  .   not  big  on  fuckin’  performances  either  ,   just——    more  of  a    ‘  listen  t’  it  in  the  car  sometimes  ’    kinda  guy  .}   ❜ 

Alright.  There were some pretty strong convictions against anything song and or dance coming from his company.  Blaine couldn’t help the amused sparkle in his eye as Mickey so vehemently protested any notion of the idea.  Holding both hands up in front of himself, Blaine waved the entire thought off with a shrug and a laugh.  “Okay.  Okay.  I read that completely wrong.  Definitely not the singing type,” he grinned and let out a light chuckle obviously not insulted for a second at his answer.  “Let’s take a different route then.  What do you do for fun?  Besides listening to music in the car sometimes but definitely never singing along.”  He shot him a playful wink and loosely crossed his arms, leaning his weight towards his shoulder resting against the wall.  “My idea bombed and I’m new here.  Sadly, I don’t have a lot of suggestions.”