Noticing that Blaine was looking somewhere else, Tina followed his gaze to a table with a few guys sitting at it. Then she focused on him. “Well, they look like they are fun so it can’t be all bad. Anyways, what instruments do you play?” She looked away from the group because she automatically looked back over there when he pointed. “I play the piano and tap dance. I’m also a part of my school’s glee club so that covers singing and dancing. So it looks like we have some things in common. Though, I also enjoy fashion and making my own clothes as if you couldn’t tell.” She gestured to her outfit of the day that was obviously not something that could be completely put together from shops at the mall besides Hot Topic. She didn’t care what people thought though because it was how she chose to express herself.
Blaine gave the table of boys a grin and a roll of his eyes at their behavior. Regardless if they were complete dorks–they were his world and that was that. Looking back at Tina as they bumped up in the line–he rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. “I play the guitar, piano and a few others. The piano is my favorite though. Always has been. My brother is more of a guitar kind of guy.” Hearing that she was a member of her school’s glee club piqued his interest and his brows burrowed in his curiosity. “Wait–? You do?” He figured she had to go to McKinley if she lived in this area. Several of Trent’s cousins did and if it weren’t for his family having the means to send him to Dalton–Trent would be there as well. “That’s what we,” his head ticked back indicating the table where his friends were, “are. We go to Dalton Academy in Westerville.” There was a glint of pride in honeyed hazel eyes that ignited as soon as he spoke the name of his school. It only grew in intensity as he continued. “We’re in the Warblers. You go to McKinley–yeah? That’s the,” he thought on the name trying to remember it from the Show Choir blogs. It didn’t take him long. “New Directions, right? Looks like we may be rivals in the future,” he joked with an aloof smile and a hum. “And I like your outfit. You have a serious talent and it’s unique. Sets you apart from everyone else. In a good way.” A peace offering in the form of a truthful compliment. Another step up and they were next in line.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that you aren’t naked in the park. That’s not something that we want, it wouldn’t be good for you. I still need you to park it somewhere. I’ll be there soon. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Maybe not tonight Blaine. I might be willing when you aren’t so drunk.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) OKay amybe wheni am not thsi drunk though it still could be funn! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey Kurt? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) On a scalr of 1 to I should bebuyimng you fliwers and delivering them to you on my knees wieth a Hallmark apology card and even then I’ll get lucky if you don’t want to smack me and/ro maek me slee on the couch? Hwo in trouble am I? I’d liek a warning so I can better prepare myself.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I don’t know if he bites. I’ll have to ask later. Is biting a thing for you? We might be able to incorporate that. Jk. So far he’s given me a couple of good ideas [ ;P ] ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Hmm. I think I’ll save that for when I get home~
( mssg » kurt | sent ) No comment. Though saying that is certainly a comment in and of itself now that I think about it. 😉 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I can’t believe you’re getting sex tips from a guy who lives on the B train. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt! That is totally not fair! I hope you know..I’m getting even with you for withholding very important information from me. So so so even.
( mssg » blaine | sent )Well. Then i’d say that you should expect the unexpected then. I don’t mind second hand embarrassment, even though I don’t think you’ll give me any. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I’ve pulled over, I figure I can share this now 😉 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) B [ Picture Message Sent ]
( mssg » dave | sent ) I might put that theory to test on numerous occasions but you’re incredibly sweet for saying I won’t. ( mssg » dave | sent ) You..what? You’re not going to..? Oh God.. ( mssg » dave | sent ) …… ( mssg » dave | sent ) Well.. Hm. You definitely did. I almost dropped my phone. I think it would have been worth the sacrifice. I do hope you’re in the car because you’re on the way home. You better be.
– what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:I’m Yours by Jason Mraz (main chorus) but he changes Kurt’s song often. Usually when he hears one that reminds him of his man. Or even songs that they’ve sung together.
– my muse’s last text to your muse: ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt? Sweetheart? Did you go sleep shopping online again? I’m not sure if you meant to order this or not but..your package is here and all I can say is… I love you and all your ‘hmm’ inducing quirks.
send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:
– what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Dave
– what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:
– what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:Love Somebody – Maroon 5 (Dave found it on the jukebox at Scandals one night, knew about Blaine’s love for Maroon 5 so he played it three times and it’s been on Blaine’s phone since.)
– my muse’s last text to your muse: ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m so sorry! I’m running late. Warblers Set List Crisis continues. I swear this is going to outlast the Senate Filibuster at this rate. I’ll bring home dessert if you save some dinner for me?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh I will, Mister Anderson, I will! When you’re least expecting it. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) We need bumpers till we’re ready for the real thing. Though I am thinking about pulling over to the side of the road. Might just have to repay the picture present.
( mssg » dave | sent ) What would happen if I lied and said I’m not expecting it now? I can play totally oblivious and you can surprise me all you want. Ha!
( mssg » dave | sent )
Bumpers sound like a great idea. As long as you don’t mind the second hand embarrassment? I’m good! ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m going to be responsible and tell you not to cause a traffic accident or blow a tire before I say.. I dare you. 😀
( mssg » blaine | sent ) You’re kidding, right? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Of course I want you to sleep over. If I had my way I’d always have you sleep over.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Oh! Well! Then I’d love to. Sorry. I just didn’t want to get in the way of anything you may need to do in the morning. Or.. ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’ll just shut up while I’m ahead and toss some things in a bag then head over. Sound good?
Elliott sat patiently as Blaine talked, both off his own hands now resting in his lap under the table, long legs drawn back under his chair. He understood Blaine, he really, did, but understanding wasn’t the same as agreeing with him. Case in point, right now. At the question, Elliott opened his mouth to respond before snapping it shut again like a fish, not sure how to answer it. He looked away from Blaine, eyes darting around for a few moments as he tried to think of how to respond without hurting the others feelings.
Eventually his gaze dropped to the table for a moment before flicking back up to Blaine’s face. “I’m sorry.” That was all he really needed to say to make Blaine realise what he meant – Kurt had hardly mentioned the wedding at all. “Only to tell me you two were getting married and to ask if I would be back in time.” That had been it, two sentenced in a hour long skype call.
Blaine felt his heart fall when Elliott suddenly couldn’t look him in the eye and answer his question. He knew what Elliott was doing in his stuttering look around them at anything and everything other than keeping eye contact with him meant. Elliott was trying to figure out how to tell him what he feared might be the answer. Still? He kept a curious squint but tight jaw of confidence he would hear the opposite up as a means of–well–lying, to himself and to Elliott, without putting actual words to it. A quizzical stare said ‘of course he did’ when the tightening in his throat he swallowed past told the truth. –He didn’t. Did he?–
“Oh..” And there it was. Nothing. Now–it was Blaine’s turn to not be able to keep looking into Elliott’s eyes. His hands–specifically his bare left ring finger that was itching worse with each passing day for it the band he had waiting to be placed on it by his husband was easier to look at than face someone who was his friend and only told him what he already knew. “It’s okay. No reason for you to be sorry.” Then–he bounced back from that slacking posture and sat straight. A sharp inhale through his nose and he was back to bright eyed, curious Blaine in no time flat–faking that he erased all that confirmation and fear and hurt with a press of his lips into a dismissive pout and click of his tongue against his teeth. “You know. It’s Kurt. He’s probably just worried he’ll talk too much about it and somehow jinx it. I’m sure once things slow down for him–you’ll miss not hearing about it nonstop.”
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