“Hold it right there, Porcelain two.” Until she came up with a better nickname, that’d be how he was addressed. “What is this?” She picks up the envelope, holding it between two fingers. “I require a detailed explanation of the contents of this envelope before I even consider tearing it open.”
Porcelain Two? Well? He’s been called worse? Though he isn’t a fan of Kurt being called any sort of names–Blaine blinks the nickname away and awkwardly stands in the doorway he wishes he was faster getting to. “Does that mean I’m allowed to talk now..or? Um.. Sure. Mister Schue said he wanted to invite you to the New Directions next performance. We could use your feedback? See what we need to improve on or what kind of members we need to recruit before we get down to the wire?” Truth be told? He worded it completely different but Blaine wasn’t here to stir their legendary feud he’s heard about in countless almost-unbelievable stories. Staying on the sidelines of that would be the smartest thing to do.
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m thinking. I will not hesitate to push you down the stairs if you so much as utter another word.”
Um.. Wow. Blaine heard the stories about Sue from Kurt and they’d encountered one another once in person–and she was odd. But? The tales always seemed far too outlandish to be true. However. Being threatened to be pushed down the stairs only two days into his transfer here made him question just how outlandish they truly were. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something–then caught himself and shut it. Dragging in a sharp breath through clenched teeth–the former Warbler tip toed to her desk and placed an envelope with her name written on it by her elbow then turned to go before he learned what the edge of a step or two tasted like.
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