“I don’t think you understand the importance of True Jackson and it’s implications on the lives of tweens everywhere, Blaine! And if you don’t get, it can’t be explained. It just is. I mean she’s smart, she’s savvy, she’s badass and she teaches lessons that can be applied in the boardroom and in the classroom. What’s not important about that?” Sam eyed Blaine suspiciously, “So…are you going to help me write this letter or not? Because I know I’m not the only person that wants this show – which is totally ahead of it’s time – back on the air.”
Sam getting any cuter was simply. not. possible. Blaine knew the blond was passionate about his one true love television character. That went without saying. If you even brought up her name (or even if you didn’t and she went through Sam’s mind..), you were going to get an earful about the injustice that the show being cancelled was. Now? There’s this. Hearing Sam’s master plan to spearhead efforts to resurrect it was so so sweet that Blaine would never be able to turn him down. Not even a little bit. He just didn’t want him to be disappointed if it never happened. Which, face it, it wouldn’t. However, he’d never be the one to ruin Sam’s dream. Which, he was sure if someone ever committed such a crime? Was punishable by seven years bad luck or something equally as mirror-breaking or walking under a ladder-like bad.
“You know–you’re right. Here. Have a seat and let’s get started,” he smiled and waved at the empty seat beside him, “Let’s try to get their attention. You never know until you give it a go.”
pianokeysandbowties back up 