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What was he supposed to say to that?
Blindsided with the most random statement he’s heard all day (and considering his current company..that says a heck of a lot when the day’s almost over)–Blaine hoped the odds were in his favor and gave his imaginary Rolodex of replies he kept on hand for Sam’s more creative thoughts a spin. Oh! Wait! Right!! What they were talking about earlier finally hit him. That’s what this was about? Hunter and The Warblers and the clip from the news that Blaine instantly wanted to throw up after seeing.
Sam walked in on Blaine giving the punching bag the beating of its life earlier. The chain rattled heavily, Blaine’s grunts gave way to pitched gasps for air and it wasn’t until a hand caught his wrist that he realized the other boy was watching him and whatever he was doing made Sam worry so much that the look on his face hurt more than his throbbing, now wrapped in tattered and peeling tape, knuckles.
Every swing was another punch to the face of the idiot that couldn’t believe in the boys who had more talent in their pinkie fingers than he could ever dream of’s smirking, if you want to come back to the group you left behind’s face. He just forgot when to stop. Sam wasn’t used to seeing him this disheveled and messy. That was his fault. Never should have let himself get that carried away.
Catching Sam’s random thought after minutes of silence and noticing the crease in his forehead that was a sign he was overthinking something made Blaine laugh over top of his bottled water. He looked down into the courtyard they sat above, their legs dangling over the edge of the landing they sat on and sighed deep. “Yeah, me too, Sam. Steroids though, not cocaine. But with how he was acting? I’m not sure anyone could really tell the difference.”
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