Going back to Ohio felt so much better. Of course, New York was fun and he could never forget all the memorable times he had with his friends (albeit the bad ones), but he felt so much better here than there. Feeling somewhat useful as a temporary fill in as the coach for the football team.
It was a little lonely, however. Everyone had gone off their separate ways. Rachel in New York in her current role of Funny Girl. Kurt in Nyada, Mercedes on tour–God knows where.
Every which way reminded him of the good times. Going to Breadstix alone on Saturday nights– grabbing a coffee to go every morning before going to work. And he was just on his way too when he saw a familiar face in the crowded cafe. His expression torn between excitement and bewilderment.
❝Bro! It’s so good to see you!❞ He said– maybe a little too loudly, but it was so great to see a familiar face again. And he left a tip at the jar before he met up with Blaine.
❝So what brings you here? Taking the day off from school?❞
Blaine stood up and brushed his hands over his plaid suit jacket trying to straighten out the wrinkles–aka fidget with the first thing he could find–as Sam made his way over. Ridiculous as it was seeing as how who was coming his way should be the last person to make him feel any sort of nerves?
He suddenly picked apart every movement he made to make sure he came off in a way that wouldn’t worry Sam. His eyes were too bright to damper them for his sake. They always were.
Steady hands clasped Sam’s shoulders and his smile became honest instead of forced the second he heard ‘Bro!’. "It’s good to see you, too!” Sam had no idea how grateful he was that it was him standing here. There couldn’t be a better person in Blaine’s book to run into than his best friend that appeared out of nowhere with unintentionally perfect timing.
“Um–” The question made his smile flicker into a frown that he attempted to cover up by quickly pulling a chair out for Sam to sit.
“Do you have a minute? The answer to that question is a bit complicated–Only if you have a minute,” he glanced from the chair to Sam, crunching up his nose and waving a hand like either way was ‘no big deal’. “If you’re busy and need to be somewhere? I totally understand.”
Blaine knew he began to distance himself from practically anyone near the end of him bottoming out and–in the end–leaving New York City. He became that friend who stopped answering texts or calls. A slight trickle of replies that dwindled to nothing the moment the plane touched down in Ohio. After he settled in back at ‘home’? Being around the same circle of friends that he shared with Kurt? The idea? It was horrible to feel that way about them but it just felt like he kept opening up a wound that he had no idea how to heal. Too many memories mixed in with honest concern and repeats of questions he didn’t have the answers for.
Today–he decided enough was enough–but didn’t actively go seeking anyone out. He put himself together, made the drive back to Lima and for some reason decided the Lima Bean would be a great place to stop. A random encounter? He could deal with that. Not with picking up the phone and actually inviting someone out so he could gush apologies they would all say they didn’t need because they understood anyway. A dully warm coffee sat on the table. Blaine watched unfamiliar faces come and go until he spotted one he knew walking in. Sam. Chasing down the bitter taste of guilt with a drink of okay coffee, he waited until Sam made his order and was just about to walk past him before looking up and lifting his hand in a wave to get his attention. “Sam? Hi. Hey. Uhm–,” he forced one of those awkward smiles that he was so good at lately, “Long time, no see.”
want a random starter? 📺 for me to use a line from the last TV show I watched as a starter “Bad choices. Make bad choices with me.” -Bates Motel @samevvns
In hindsight this epic break-in test run might’ve been a lot easier without the costumes. “Bad choices. Make bad choices with me.” Was all he had to say and Sam was 110% in for Blaine’s Master Plan of breaking into Dalton. Twice. They had to make a point. New Directions–and for Blaine he–would not be swayed by guerilla tactics unless THEY were the ones committing said guerilla tactics. A point that would soon be made after narrowing down the perfect route to take to and from the Warbler Common Room to the waiting car–still running–and to McKinley where they would be off scot-free with their beloved prize and dignity back.
Waiting til the weekend when most of the boys would be out or home? Common sense. Going in through the balcony adjacent to the spot marked X on Blaine’s map? Also common sense. Doing this for the first time in a suit that weighed him down and restricted his movement? Common sense, too. Cause how was he supposed to do it right for real if he couldn’t pull it off the first? That’s what he told himself. Jumping for the fifth time, a flush faced NIGHTBIRD grunted as he plastered a gloved hand to the back of his neck and squinted at the BLONDE CHAMELEON. “Make them with me-uhm–,” a booted foot lifted and he pointed at the balcony overhead that his fingers fell inches short of grabbing every time he tried jumping up to reach. “Right after you–,” he winced feeling his pride take a nosedive, “BLONDE CHAMELEON?” Blaine stood taller trying to prove it wasn’t a height thing it was a costume thing–totally. “NIGHTBIRD requests leg-up.”
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