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Patrick and Blaine//We’re All in the Mood for a Melody

patrick.

‘A positive ray of sunshine’ was definitely an understatement. Blaine was one-of-a-kind. Patrick chuckled. “Yeah, Denver is great. Most of the time.” He smiled. “I’ve actually just moved here thanks to a great promotion. It was a fantastic opportunity, and I couldn’t pass it up.” What he really meant was, ‘I get to make more money doing the same job, and I get to move to a different city so I never get the awkward pleasure of seeing my ex’s face again.’ Even though Patrick liked to ramble when nervous, even he knew better than to spring that much information on what could be a wonderful new friendship. “I confess, I also was quick to take the position because of the location. Rocky Mountains boy that’s never been to the east coast? Who doesn’t want to say they’ve lived in New York. It’s a classic fantasy. You have to be lame to dis this city.” He looked around for a moment, then back at Blaine. “It took me a bit, but she won. I do love her already. No wonder so many famous artists sing about her.”

“I’m sure that it’s lovely there.  My family took my brother and I to Tahoe when we were kids.  But I always wanted to see more of that side of the country.  Other than Los Angeles?  I’ve never been.”  Blaine shifted the shoulder strap of his bag to drape across his chest as they neared the exit.  “No one should ever pass up an opportunity to call New York City home,” he grinned and gestured with a wave towards the cityscape just past the door once they stepped outside.  “I mean.  City of dreams, right?  Which–now that I think about it–,” he lead them down the massive staircase of Grand Central Station through the busy swam of people that rarely seemed to be any less crowded no matter what time of day or night, “is sort of odd since it claims to be the city that never sleeps too.”  His movements were seamless and even as he darted around the people that got close to them–the ones that got too close were given an excuse me smile before he looked up at Patrick with a lift of his brows and a hapless shrug.  “Well. Welcome to New York and congratulations on your promotion.  When do you start?”

kurt.

“You can ask.”  He says with a slow nod.  Explaining could be a good thing.  No more secrets to keep from Blaine – or, well, hardly any more – maybe he could beam about a spell working, actually talking about it at all would be nice.
So long as Blaine keeps it a secret all should be well..  Though Kurt is aware that he’ll have to cover some rules while he’s at it to clarify that he isn’t tormenting anyone..  The rule of three and all of that.

Nerves still buzzing though, he makes his way over to his bed and sits gingerly on the edge. Kurt laces his fingers together on his lap to keep from fidgeting.  He can only imagine how obscured all of this must look.  It’s most likely that Blaine isn’t thinking magic right now, just that Kurt was up to something odd, and/or Kurt was more odd than he thought.  Part of him still wonders if he should just let that be the case and opt out of this conversation again.

Blaine studies Kurt closely looking for any signs that Kurt would rather not talk about what he just walked in on.  In spite if he answered that he could. It’s during that close look that Blaine realizes something about himself.
He hasn’t barely moved from the few steps inside he took before their strange situation began. Kurt told him to stay put.  He–literally–stayed put.  Now that Kurt was back and sitting on his bed–it seemed silly that he couldn’t walk further inside their room.  The conversation didn’t have to be held with them feet apart and Blaine suddenly self-consciously wondering if Kurt might think he was ready to bolt.

Finding a seat on the floor in front of where Kurt sat on the bed–Blaine crosses his legs under one another and gently cups his knees. “You don’t have to answer anything.  I promise I’m not going to tell anyone but you only have to say what you are most comfortable with.”  He keeps his voice purposefully soft and tries his hardest to offer as much understanding as he can. “What were you doing?  I mean–I could guess by what it looks like but I’d rather you tell me?”

ofscarllet.

     “Well aren’t you both UNLUCKY and CUTE,” he steps closer, and blocks his exit. “Sorry, but I can’t exactly let you get away, at least not till I’ve done what I came here to do.”

Cute is sort of drowned out by unlucky as his exit is blocked putting Blaine’s retreat from the strange behaving man to an abrupt stop.  His gaze switches from Barry to the door then back. He forces himself to swallow, stand straighter.  But he’s confused as hell and it shows in his twitching fingers at his side and burrowed brows.  “I’m not sure I get what you’re talking about,” nor did he want to, “but if you’ll excuse me?  I have class to get to.”  –Please?–

sam.

sam: you never made me uncomfortable, dude, it’s chill.
sam: and maybe i’ll give grindr a shot if clubbing is a bust lol… maybe!!!
sam: but thanks man, that means a lot.
sam: you got any fav gay clubs out here?

blaine: Oh.  Okay.  Great then!  Thanks for being so amazing, Sam.
blaine: There’s a few clubs we can check out, yeah.  Some are a little more low key than others. You’ll meet someone less..well “clubish” there.  Trust me.  You’ll understand what that means after an hour at the bar of one.
blaine: Sam!  LOL!  I’m giving Grinder a hard no and you a serious side eye right now.
blaine: No best friend of mine is blowing his first kiss, or first ANYTHING, with a guy he meets on Grindr.  Wait.  Would it be your first kiss with a guy?
blaine: (delayed a minute or two) I’ll kiss you myself if it comes to that.

sebastian.

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     ❝Nice try on busting me, killer—— but I’m actually riding solo today so you can put away the handcuffs. I’ve been here for a few minutes. Cross out the mission and add in my own personal gain. I came here for a different reason. A reason much more fascinating then a bunch of Nude Erections. Can you guess who I really came here for?❞

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“Okay–.  I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.  This time.  Thanks for humoring me enough to give me kudos on trying.  I was hoping to have the bragging rights of busting Sebastian Smythe under my belt–but–I’m sure you’ll give me plenty of opportunities in the future to look forward to.  Seems like it’s a habit of yours.  It’s–actually–entertaining.  Seeing you here–I mean.  We both know of your distaste for this place or all things not Dalton’s atmosphere. Which is a completely unfair bar to set for anywhere else.  Please.  Do tell me.  Who are you here for?  And you better not say Rachel.”

random as heck starter. @tinawithtwocees

“Queen T?  Before you ask me if I’m crazy and decline what I’m about to propose? Remember. This is Sam’s idea and I couldn’t say no if I tried.  Okay–I tried once and then he did the eye thing and there’s no human defense to Sam’s deadly pout ability.  Plus!  How many times in our lifetimes will we be in Los Angeles together?”

random as heck starter.

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“So this is what being on the other end of Dalton’s scoping out the competition by sneaking onto their turf to get a heads up on what you’re up against feels like?  How long have you been sitting in an empty auditorium?  Did anyone else come?  Or is this a solo mission?  By the way–. You, Sebastian Smythe, are busted.”

sam.

sam: lol dude i was joking!! i said lol!! i knew u werent hitting on me
sam: but yikes. okay. no grindr. good.
sam: if we went to a club, you’d be my gay wingman?

blaine: Oh!  Right!  Must have missed the lol part!  I mean.. 
blaine: I wouldn’t want to risk making you uncomfortable..again.  That is a trip down Memory Lane neither one of us want to repeat.  Yeah?
blaine: No grindr.  No way.  Stay away from there.
blaine: I mean..unless you want to try it?  Nothing against people who use it but.. Moving on!
blaine: I’d totally be your gay wingman.  Isn’t that what best friends are for?