The New Direction’s wait to the last minute was driving Julian crazy. He knew he couldn’t force them to get better at dancing no matter how much he’d like to, but he also knew that they could highlight the fact that the Warblers could dance and maybe it’s make the others look better. He wasn’t really trying to take over the New Directions, but he and his fellow Warblers were concerned about what would happen if they didn’t win. Julian sat beside Blaine, nodding softly. “You think we can do it?” He asked softly. “They.. seem rather set in their ways..”
“I think we can if we do it gracefully. We need to start pitching the ideas to the team in a less combative way.” Stressing his point with a lean forward–Blaine clasped his hands together between his knees and propped his forearms against his upper thighs. “Listen. I know–firsthand–how frustrating they can be. But they want to win as much as the Warblers do. It isn’t fair what happened that put us in this situation. I want Dalton back so bad it hurts.” God, did he. Seeing the place he cherished as nothing but burned away buildings and crumbling brick and mortar made it feel like a part of him was buried there. But it didn’t change reality and what they needed to do first was–. “We need to show we want to be part of them. Really part of them. Listen to their ideas and then offer ours. Without making it seem like we know what is going on now isn’t going to work because they’re failing. Do you think we can get everyone on board with this idea? I’m going to need your help.”
❝ I don’t know, Blaine. I’m not sure if I can help you with that. Things are complicated and I’ve learned with Quinn that I can fix things all by myself so… you should think about that too. ❞
“I wasn’t asking you to fix all my problems. Believe me? That’s a task I wouldn’t put on anyone. I just–I need your help, Rachel. Or at least someone to talk to. Even if you can’t do anything about it. Things were fine–mostly–until now and it feels like everything is falling apart. I’m really lost. Please? I promise I won’t put you into a compromising position.”
Tina was definitely not prepared for Blaine to sit on her lap. “Oomph! Really Blaine? Do you really have to sit on my lap?” Despite her questions, she wrapped an arm around his waist so that he wouldn’t fall then looked up at him as best as she could. “You’re ridiculous. I hope that you know that.” She couldn’t help loving him. She was also sure that Sam would kick himself for missing this moment. “Alright, last question first would be the easiest to answer. So there’s the obvious which is Mulan though I also love Belle. We have to go on the Matterhorn for sure. Also the Pirates of the Caribbean ride and Space Mountain. We probably should stay away from Splash Mountain if we don’t want to give us away to the others. I’m pretty darn excited. How about you?”
“Yes. I really have to sit on your lap. It’s comfy and I like it here,” he grinned while wiggling in to get even more comfortable than he was before she wrapped her arm around him to steady himself. A true friend preventing him from biting the tile on the floor. Aww. Tina was amazing. “Yes. I’m ridiculous and I don’t care.” The broad, dopey grin he gave her backed that up. There was no shame in enjoying his seating choice. None whatsoever. An arm wrapped lazily around her as he listened–laughing when she insinuated they should miss one of the best rides in the park as to not clue in the others who weren’t included in this excursion. “We are not skipping Splash Mountain. They’re just going to have to wonder,” their foreheads touched and he gave the edge of her nose a tap with his, “I can’t wait. We need this.” He needed this and–thankfully–he has some amazing friends who agreed to his crazy idea. Leaning back up–a small smile curved the corners of his lips. “Should we go find Sam? Maybe we can stop by Breadstix and finish up our plans? Grab some dinner? My treat!”
He keeps his eyes on the ceiling a moment longer after Blaine started to move, but he meets his eyes when he speaks up again. There’s concern in his voice, Kurt can hear it. He doesn’t know what he’s even doing here. Coming to Blaine because he can’t sleep, having this conversation, and for what? Because Blaine happened to be nice enough to have helped him? Nice enough to lend him a place to sleep.. There’s no obligation and yet he does it. And Kurt has kept coming back. They were both idiots. He doesn’t say any of this though. Instead he takes a deep breath and purses his lips and after a beat he answers Blaine’s question. “I don’t know for sure, it’s not like they’re all in a pack the whole time.. Six?”
They might be idiots but Blaine could never bring himself to not be the kind of idiot that Kurt might need. What that said about him–Blaine wasn’t sure. Was it loyal and sympathetic for him to keep his door open and find himself waiting for the nights when Kurt would show up because he knew Kurt was safe here and he didn’t have to worry about him as much? If so? Then good. Whatever else it stated about the kind of person he was? Blaine didn’t care. Not when he knew he was doing whatever small amount of GOOD he could for someone who needed it. Not just someone. For a boy who he cared about and wanted to make his life a little bit better. A thing he’d like to think he was doing. “Six,” an olive toned hand shifted so Blaine could palm over his mouth before tucking it underneath his cheek, “That’s a lot of them against one of you. What about this leader guy? Is there a way to knock him down a notch or two? Get him to convince the others to leave you alone? How old is this guy?”
Joining the others in New York before Thanksgiving had even rolled round had been something of a last minute decision. The costume party and karaoke night they had hosted the other night had been, admittedly, WILD, a word that Quinn would never usually use when it came to describing her old classmates. So much alcohol, her head had been positively BANGING when she woke up the next morning, but she supposed that was a part of the fun. Everybody at Yale had been so serious lately, forgetting the fact that he was the start of the holiday season. Some part of her can’t quite comprehend it, but it probably has something to do with their dreaded mid-terms. It’s been a killer for the past two years or so.
❝ What movies do you have?? ❞ Brow quirks, hazel eyes flickering towards the shelf full of DVDs beside their television set. If he suggests a musical, she might just throw herself off the balcony, but she smiles politely, shuffles a couple of inches closer to him and TUCKS herself beneath her corner of the blanket. ❝ Because if I have to sit through another round of ‘ One Day More ‘ I don’t know how I would be able to survive. ❞
One arm casually wrapped itself in a loose hold around Quinn’s shoulders to let her scoot as comfortably close as she wanted to. Honestly–and it might be silly for him to feel this way–but feeling her inch nearer and be comfortable enough to do that with him made him feel good inside. Quinn was always someone he looked up to. Even admired for the strength she had to get through everything life threw at her and still come out shining. They were friends. Definitely friends. But she was always someone he handled carefully. Respecting her distance was important to him because so often others–good intentions aside–never seemed to realize when not to. Her sometimes quiet and her sometimes not so quiet was okay with him. He UNDERSTOOD more than she might know.
Now that they were under a blanket on the couch and she was close, though? Blaine couldn’t wipe the light smile off his lips. Leaning over–he grabbed the remote from the table and offered it over instead of taking over menu surfing. “How about we play it safer and let you pick? That’s the polite thing to do anyway. I mean–you might get stuck with superheros or something way too black and white and old if I’m in charge? The DVD rack isn’t going to help. Those are mostly Rachel’s and Kurt’s and we both know what that means.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Yeah. They heard us for sure. I mean, nice to meet you, yeah we’re the loud couple that has a VERY healthy sex life. It was very hard to keep a straight face, I kind of wanted to fade away right then and there tbh. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh yeah, how’s that going? When is that happening? I mean I’d love to see it but I know that I might be working or something, so I can always try to come watch? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine? They’ll be amazing. You know why? Because they have this amazing coach. You might have heard of him, his name is Blaine Anderson?
( mssg » dave | sent ) Maybe we should invest in some means of soundproofing the bedroom? It’s not like I want them privy to every sexual encounter we have. Or what gets said during it. ( mssg » dave | sent ) You’re more than welcome to come watch! I’d love you here. It’ll be two Fridays from now. At 7:30. I’ve got a front row seat with your name on it if you can make it. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Have I told you how sweet you are lately? Because you always say the perfect thing at the perfect time. Thank you. I guess I’m most nervous about letting them down. I can’t let that happen. You know?
“Gotta love the american schooling system. It’s honestly beyond me why our parents wanted Sebastian to go to Dalton. That alone was three times the price.rather than Paris.” Remy remarked slightly with a little teasing smile on his face. “Pretty much, you pay them a lot and they tell you about…people who don’t inspire you. Or how something should be done according to a text book. It’s not exactly the ideal way, now is it? Even more so when it comes to art.” Remy said with a little shrug again as he dropped back against the table. Remy watched that pillow tumble to the ground as he stepped forward, a smirk dancing along his lips as the other seemed to flush and stammer at the very idea of what he was proposing. “Oh trust me…” Remy hummed as he openly ran his eyes up and down the other. “You can inspire quite a lot of things…” How was it Remy managed to make that sound so dirty? Remy’s hand even reached out to brush though those wet locks as the other pointed them out, letting them drop though his fingers as his hand moved away. “I think it’ll be…wild and raw. Very…open. Both raw in a sexual sense and in a open, personality sense if you lose that shirt.’ H e teased with a little wink as his hand cupped Blaine’s neck. “You can seriously say no. If you’re that uncomfortable. I paint boys naked all the time…it’s sort of a hobby. I’ll be totally professional. Pinky promise.”
Not the ideal way. But–as much as any theater performer or artist will tell you that they have no idea what they’re teaching you in an arts school? They’ll promptly tell you how important it is to finish. Except a few handfuls that got lucky along the way. Blaine figured he was stuck listening to them if he wanted to BE SOMEONE. And he did. All that was on the tip of his tongue. A means of changing the subject back to school should Remy give him an out or realize how mistaken he was in thinking he–of all people–was model material. Didn’t seem like any of that would be necessary. Not with the way Remy was looking at him. Blaine felt his stomach grow warm and fill with butterfly wings to beat at the insides. Dangerous. When did a crash and a nap at Sebastian’s suddenly become dangerous? Oh. When his brother made an appearance. That’s when. Hazel eyes read back and forth over Remy’s expression as the pink haired artist stepped towards him. Blaine was holding his breath as fingers stroked through his hair–an upward turn of his gaze let him focus on Remy’s wrist. But this entire idea was intriguing in the ways it shouldn’t be. Especially if Sebastian found out. Remy’s twin’s attraction and somewhat possessive nature towards him and their friendship wasn’t unknown to anyone who knew Sebastian Smythe. But he couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to have someone look at him the exact way that Remy was looking at him now. Let alone? Put it on canvas. “Well… Is there some sort of never been painted naked before curve? Like..I don’t know? Start shirtless? I mean..I don’t want to say no. It’s just–I have no idea what it is,” he scoffed at himself, “strange because I never thought–um. Wow. Words just got really hard.”
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