“Blaine, you know what I meant. I was putting emphasis on the audacity of your choices. So I’m taking that as a yes, there are more seasons. You know what? I don’t even want to know. I’m afraid of how much time you spent indulged in a story about a SERIAL KILLER. We are starting nowhere, because your obsession is over. && Yes, it is an obsession after you’ve spent over twenty four hours focused on it. Okay, I know I’m yelling. I’m calm, it’s okay. — SIX SHOT ESPRESSO?! Are you trying to turn into the hulk or something?! No no no, you are not sweet talking your way out of this one. I’m not kidding, I think you need a cleanse. An electronics cleanse.”
“It’s not like he could crawl out of the tablet and hurt people? Geez, Kurt. It’s not that bad. Honey? The yelling’s back. I didn’t read the label! I just ordered it by the name and it sounded delightful. Oh! And it so was! You got to admit that turning into the Hulk would be pretty neat. Except the green part. Or the uncontrollable rage. But! Even he had a good side? …Electronics cleanse? I know this isn’t going to win me any points but I’m already up to my nose deep. Might as well sink to my eyeballs. So.. You mean after the last two episodes? Don’t you?”
Should he move away? He should move away, that was weird and Blaine’s reaction was probably him shivering because he was uncomfortable and he should stop and this was going to fast and ohgodohgodohgod.
Elliott pulled away from Blaine after a few moments and looked away again – he couldn’t look at him after that, because the temptation to just kiss him was far too strong. But that was really inappropriate so soon after Kurt, surely?
Elliott pulled his legs up onto the counter and swung around, sliding into the floor next to Blaine and taking a deep, deep breath. Oh god, he was going to fuck up their friendship so bad. “I-uh-I, sorry.” He mumbled, rubbing a hand nervously through his hair as he apologised. For the breakdown maybe, or for the kiss – just for everything, he needed to get away and breathe before he made a really bad decision.
Just as Blaine felt himself relax against the solidness of Elliott’s chest once he was sure he was starting to get through to him–the taller of the pair was pulling back and swinging his legs up so he could drop his feet down onto the floor. Blaine stood there watching him unsure of what to do. For all the world–he looked completely lost as to why they were back at square one of awkwardness between them after it’d felt–in his book–that he’d made progress in getting through.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” his confusion evident in his shaken tone. “I’m sorry if I just did something to make you uncomfortable again.” Was that it? Did he get too close? –Personal space, Blaine. Remember?– The kiss didn’t seem to cross Blaine’s mind that it might be the reason why Elliott was so eager for an exit. Why would it? He was affectionate. Blaine knew that and loved it about him. Unless it meant something–..
Which it didn’t. Right? No way. “I.. You know,” the more he thought on it the more frustrated at himself he got. Once he felt his stomach bottom out–Blaine decided maybe it’d just be better to give Elliott space. Before he made things even more worse. “I..can go for a walk. If you need a bit? I’m really sorry for everything.”
Stars were still exploding behind his tightly closed eyes as Blaine sat up but didn’t move to get off the sidewalk just yet letting people move around him rather than scoot off to the side. He was too dizzy to bother with trying until the swimming in his head stopped. Looming past that was sure to be pain so he wasn’t certain if he was overly excited for it to fade too fast. “Yeah–yeah. I just bumped it a little,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Thank you for stopping. I’ll be fine.” Normally, he’d look up and offer a reassuring smile but for now he just rubbed at his face. And there it was! The throbbing started across the back of his skull as the numbness caused by the shock of the impact wore off. Great. Just great.
‘oh, i haven’t listened to you talk all year,’ she admitted. ‘but then i see you in your little child sized pants in math and it’s sad. you’re like that sad little poodle lord tubbington ran over on a drug trip. i’m still paying for his wheelie scooter. have you ever seen a two legged dog? so sad.’ brittany considered patting his head but thought better of it.
Lord Tubbington what? Did he really make her think of a half broken dog on a scooter? There could be worse things to make someone think about? Like a fully broken dog in a wheelchair? Wait! What was he thinking?! Blinking and shaking the mental images of scooter poodles and wheelchair bound dogs out of his head–Blaine made another attempt at making sure she heard what he had to say. "Oh? No problem, Brittany. I was just wondering–um–have you..you know? Heard from Santana lately? I mean.. At all?”
“Howdy’, and welcome ta’ Gideon’s pastry shop.” Gid sat behind the counter as the other walked in. It’s rare for Gideon to get such an adorable customer.
Yet another bakery to check off his exploration list! Great way to start the day! “Hey! Hi! Thank you,” Blaine lifted four fingers in a wave leaving his thumb hooked under the strap of the satchel hanging from his shoulder. Smiling up as he approached the counter–the new New Yorker paused to greet the man properly. “This place smells fantastic. How are you?”
Jeff heard the complaints coming from Blaine’s mouth, turning in his seat he leaned in. “I highly doubt you are a bad singer, forget we share a bathroom and don’t think you haven’t escaped quite yet mister I sing maroon 5 in the shower when you don’t think anyone is hearing” He quipped quietly into his roommates ear as they were seated on the couch. He laughed when he pulled away and Blaine was apologizing and he’d heard them all wave off Jeff and say hi to Blaine then go back to what they were talking about.
He had sat next to Blaine before in the cars, in class, while studying, but never this close. He had to admit to himself that his roommate smelled good, shaking the thought away and focusing on the music that the council was putting forth he felt someone poke his leg and look down to see Trent and Thad both giving them glares. Sticking out his tongue he leaned closer into Blaine and whispered “Are you going to audition today?” lifting a brow curiously as he’d heard something about a potential Train song, Jason Mraz, perhaps Usher and his head spun around “I can work with those, but please no Bieber” He cried out dramatically putting his hand to his heart.
Fascinated by the side chatter as well as what the Council was pitching to the team–Blaine’s gaze darted from one person’s face to the other and back to the students seated behind the desk. Over and over again. Without really looking at any of them for very long. He wanted to take it all in. Understand what this was about. More than what Jeff told him–and there was a lot–he wanted to see this in action. Even if he wasn’t a part of it. When Jeff leaned in–Blaine leaned closer too. “You heard me do that,” he quipped back in a whisper trying not to be as embarrassed as he was after learning that his fair haired roommate was privy to his showertime homages to Adam Levine.
Oh God. How much did he hear? How often? What about Katy Perry Monday Mornings? Hopefully he wouldn’t bring those up either. Blaine thought he timed his showers after Jeff left or was dead asleep. Here’s to making a note to fix that asap. “I-I’m not sure,” he smiled at Jeff not seeming to mind the closeness as he did the first night in the car when he tried to make his already small stature even smaller as to not impose on anyone. In fact? He seemed to welcome it with a smile and a bubbling laugh he hid behind his hand. Quieting down with an apologetic cringe given to Wes–Blaine returned his attention back to Jeff to say something else but only ended up laughing at his dramatic denouncement of the Biebs. “Not a fan–I see?”
“Hold it right there, Porcelain two.” Until she came up with a better nickname, that’d be how he was addressed. “What is this?” She picks up the envelope, holding it between two fingers. “I require a detailed explanation of the contents of this envelope before I even consider tearing it open.”
Porcelain Two? Well? He’s been called worse? Though he isn’t a fan of Kurt being called any sort of names–Blaine blinks the nickname away and awkwardly stands in the doorway he wishes he was faster getting to. “Does that mean I’m allowed to talk now..or? Um.. Sure. Mister Schue said he wanted to invite you to the New Directions next performance. We could use your feedback? See what we need to improve on or what kind of members we need to recruit before we get down to the wire?” Truth be told? He worded it completely different but Blaine wasn’t here to stir their legendary feud he’s heard about in countless almost-unbelievable stories. Staying on the sidelines of that would be the smartest thing to do.
Sam beamed happily and nodded, “Cool. Cool, cool, cool.” He laughed and slammed his locker shut as he pulled on his backpack and looked to Blaine, “We’ll only abuse our power a little.” He teased and grinned, “Awesome! This is going to be awesome Blaine. Who are you gonna cos as?”
Seeing Sam become as happy as he was about the whole idea only made Blaine’s excitement run so deep that he ended up grinning from ear to ear. “Is it really abuse if we end up starting a trend that lasts way after we graduate? I mean. This could become a thing. Our legacy.” Or one of the several he hoped to leave at this school after they were gone. Who knows if it’s happen. But Blaine liked to think it might. Following behind his friend–Blaine hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know. We could do a different one every week. I have to think on who I want to start it all off with. Who were you thinking? Maybe we could do a theme? You and me?”
“Sounds good.” He says with a smile even in his voice. Completely justified nerves aside, it was exciting to see and catch up with Blaine again. He hopes he’s doing well. Blaine had been ambitions as long as Barry had known him, hopefully it got him somewhere. Now that he thinks about it, it would actually be a let down if he didn’t. One of those good people that manage to infect everyone with their smiles, those people should get what they’re striving for definitely.
A warning that he had something not so great to fill him in on sits on the tip of Barry’s tongue. He’s not sure if he can or should say it though; what would it do? Say that the evening might not be as fun as expected. But then, maybe Blaine would want to back out once he found out, a heads up would be nice then. Or he’s just going to sound weird considering how long it’s been since they’ve seen each other. “Hey uh- this is going to sound really weird but um it’s- I’m looking forward to this, but I’m not going to feel right about it if I don’t come clean about some things first? But it feels kind of rude to say it over the phone so I’ll just tell you there but uh, heads up I guess.” Definitely weird. He pinches the bridge of his nose.
Okay. Sebastian had his attention before the weirdness began to overtake their otherwise conversation about where they’d meet. Blaine’s eyebrows screwed towards one another as he took the steps down into the station. “You’re right, Sebastian. That did sound weird.” What did Sebastian have to tell him that needed a warning label before they had the conversation? What did he have to ‘come clean’ about? “Most conversations don’t come with caution tape to get through before they even start. Unless they’re bad ones. Or that could just be my track record with them.” He dropped the token in the turnstile and spun it with his hip as he entered the landing.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I didn’t pressure you too hard to meet me. Did I?” Was that what this was about? Even so–he hoped for the best and found a seat before they were all taken. Either way? If the answer was yes? Having a drink wouldn’t be a bad idea and he might need one anyway. “Because if it is? I mean–I didn’t mean to if I did..”
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