( mssg » barry | sent ) Barry! I’m sorry. It’s been a crazy day. I promise I’m not ignoring you on purpose. Rachel’’s going to be the death of me. I swear to God, the woman doesn’t know what pausing for a break means. ( mssg » barry | sent )
When she wants to focus..we FOCUS. Or I get the Rachel Berry Stare. No one wants that. I heard it practically killed a man once. ( mssg » barry | sent ) I think she’s letting me leave in an hour. Want to meet for coffee?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) So about half of that was English, which means I understood enough to know that you’re drunk. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) And you want me to be drunk too. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) So how about you tell me where you are, oh thee of ‘fantastic ideas.’ I’ll come find you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Drink some water, please.
( mssg » barry | sent ) HOw dare I…?? ( mssg » barry | sent ) I think aall if it was in English my friend. you just need to learn how to read better!
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( mssg » barry | sent ) Yes I am and yes I do. Come be drunk with me Barry. ( mssg » barry | sent ) in the attic, I just said so. werhe they keep the instruments and we all come up To hide away togethere soemtimes. ( mssg » barry | sent ) why drink wayer when there’s wine???
( mssg » barry | sent ) ARe you here yet? no…but you should be.
( mssg » barry | sent ) so You konw that great id ea I had about joining the guys in the attid? ( mssg » barry | sent ) Turns out it wsnt a great idea ( mssg » barry | sent ) IT was a fantastic one!!!!!! ( mssg » barry | sent ) where are you? not here and thats’ the wrong place to eb!
Blaine returned Trent’s little wave as the last of the Warblers, who all but him recently dispersed from their usual table, stood up from his chair. He watched as his friend hurried off to go finish the last of his assignments before the weekend started, a pleasant smile met Trent’s back and then he was gone leaving him the sole person left at the only empty table inside Dalton’s cafe’. Lifting his coffee to take a sip, Blaine hummed at the taste as he flipped through the pages of sheet music they were bickeringvery passionately discussing for the better part of two hours. What song would be the start? The middle? The big, hopefully impressive ending? And why did they all but say they wanted him to pick? His cup was sat just within reach, teeth worrying against his bottom lip as a shadow caught his attention.
Glancing up at the tall boy, Blaine noticed he looked like he was trying to find a place to sit. Another cursory look over his shoulder at how many students were still milling about–the Warbler cleared his throat to get the boy’s attention. “Busy time to be here. Everyone’s getting their after class caffeine fix,” his smile was warm and open, “There’s plenty of room at this table. You can sit here if you want to…?”