Blaine bit his lip as he stared at his phone.  Was Enzo, a guy he’d talked to a few times after finishing up playing for the night, downstairs?  How did he know where he lived?  He pinched the corner of his bottom lip tighter between his teeth debating what to do.  Wanting answers more than anything else was what won out in the end and lead him downstairs.  To the door.  And coming face to face with a very confusing, and unnerving, puzzle thrown into his lap.

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“Enzo?  Hey!  Hi.  Um?  Come in,” Blaine stepped back into the entrance of the apartment building.  Befuddlement clearly written on his face and how he just sort of thumbed over his shoulder towards the staircase. “I live upstairs and the lady in number three hates it when people talk down here at night.  Follow me?”  Turning, he lead the singer towards the stairs making sure to keep only a step ahead.  “Sorry.  I didn’t expect company.  How are you..?”

enzo.

[Text-Piano man]: Honestly, when it comes to someone that I like I have to find out everything I can about them and you’re the one I want and I hope you know that. Is that a problem?  I promise I won’t do anything unless you want me to.

[Text Piano Man]: What if I told you that I’m right outside your house? It turns out that Plush is on tour in New York and well, I couldn’t stay away from you. I hope you don’t mind me showing up like this without asking. Honestly, I couldn’t help myself. I’m never good at staying away from someone I do like. I could leave if you wish. 

( mssg » rockstar | sent ) You do?  I mean..  I guess that’s what getting to know

( mssg » rockstar | sent ) Wait, sorry I didn’t finish that other text.  I was a little surprised by the second one.  Are you playing with me?  You’re outside my house?  I thought you were inviting me over..?

( mssg » rockstar | sent ) Sorry.  I’m shocked that you like me enough to find out where I live. Don’t leave.  We should have that late night chat, right?  I mean.  Um.  Sure.  I’m on my way down. Give me a minute.  I’ll be right there.

meme continuation. @fissarsi

( mssg » rockstar | sent ) I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again..  You are a curious sort, aren’t you?
( mssg » rockstar | sent ) Text me the directions..  I’m not promising what will happen but the late night company would be nice regardless.  Seems I’m not the only one with a bad case of can’t sleep.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Send __ for a __ Text.

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( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) I know this is going to sound weird.  Because it sort of is..but..
( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) A friend of mine thought we would get along well together and gave me your number and a picture.  It took me over a week to have the nerve to do this.
( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) Curiosity got the best of me as to what he was thinking and this is me caving in.
( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) Hello, I’m Blaine and if this is creepy in anyway, I can totally disappear and we can forget it happened. 

‘being a part of something special makes you special, right?’

glee; starter sentences

“Being part of something special makes you special, right?” @devotecl

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“That’s one way to see things,” Blaine smiled rocking close enough to bounce
their shoulders together.  “Or,” fingers that’d been laced together between his
knees uncurled from one another and lifted to jester from where they sat on
the dark stage towards the rows of empty seats lining the orchestra.  “I like to
think something’s special because we all add a part of ourselves into whatever
we do.  Philosophical as that sounds,” he sheepishly grinned then puckered into
an embarrassed pout right after and let his head bow down.  “Sorry.  I just went
Yoda on you.  Anyway.  What’s on your mind?”