( mssg » blaine] : Only once or twice at a house party. Which, hey, was fun at the time. ( mssg » blaine] : I swear not to bring it up for at least ten years. ( mssg » blaine] : This is why you love me B. I’ll let you pass out in my loft.
( mssg » remy | sent) tHat doesnt surprise me at all. ( mssg » remy | sent) ten is good. I’ll make it wroth your while. ( mssg » remy | sent) If you even want to see mea gain after seeing me like this ( mssg » remy | sent) I love you for many reasonss. this is only one more on a long list. ( mssg » remy | sent) Yes. There is better. Muchbetter.
( mssg » sam | sent) erg ( mssg » sam | sent) I didnt’ mean to send that ( mssg » sam | sent) yoiu were here in spirit! ( mssg » sam | sent) My feet are really cold, SAmmy. ( mssg » sam | sent) And wet. ( mssg » sam | sent) because they’re in a pool that hasn’t been heated since LAbor day!
( mssg » sam | sent) I’ve never seen so many passedout Dalton guys. ( mssg » sam | sent) it looks like the end of The Birds here. Limp WArblers in every position you can imagine barely moving in Trents backyard. ( mssg » sam | sent) not liek ( mssg » sam | sent)
Not like, you know in greek dish pattern positions. making that clear. ( mssg » sam | sent) you’re the greatest. I love you so much. Whyare you so…you?
Sebastian was already driving, when the next texts came through, siri spelling it out for him as he sighed. Figures Blaine would be a troublesome drunk. He’d caught a sliver of it before, but never got to truly experience it, before Kurt got in the way. “Still think you’re that bad, huh? We both know you’re not, killer. Stay put. The real bad here’s coming for you.” He dictated, back, as he stepped harder on the speed pedal. He didn’t want anything to happen to Blaine, ever, and specially not when he’d trusted Sebastian of all people to come fetch him and look out for him. Sebastian had every intention to see him safe and sound, tucked in bed, before the night was over.
He made it through the city, until he reached the more isolated part of town, where gay bars, and freaks like them, frequented. He tightened his shoulders. He hoped Blaine wasn’t walking around. He relaxed as soon as he approached the right block, and spotted a gelled head sat on a street bank. Thank the Devil, and Bacchus, and every power that protected drunkards, and bohemians.
He pulled over, drawing down the windows. “My… If this is where all hot schoolboys hide, I might just have to pop around more often.” He parked then got out, walking towards him. “Time to go, killer. Your smooth ride’s here.”
Walking until he figured he wasn’t sure where to go from here, Blaine flopped down on the edge of the pavement and dug his heels into the rocks, dirt and whatever else sort of treading he could get to keep his knees bent and his legs from falling. It wasn’t the most clean sort of place. Or comfortable. At least he wasn’t sitting just outside the club where people kept coming and going and asking him if he was okay. This would do for now. Until Sebastian got here.
Speaking of the Devil! Didn’t his phone go off a few steps ago? Oh! Yeah! Blaine fished it out of his pocket having to lift his hips up to reach it and stared until the screen blurred into one blurry image that a squint finally let him make out. Ha! Stay put! Like he was getting up any time soon. Nope! He didn’t bother texting back but promised Sebastian with a firm nod of his head that he’d stay put. The glowing bar sign was only less than twenty or so yards behind him, close enough. Sebastian would have to pass by anyway. Kicking at the dirt, he swayed to the right when the sound of a car stopping caught his attention long enough to drag it up from whatever rocks were underneath the sole of his shoe. Sebastian!
“Sebastian! Hi...” An easy, lopsided grin greeted the taller of the pair as he drew near. Blaine waved off the hot schoolboys comment with a roll of his eyes and a drawn out, “Nahhh. I think they’re still inside,” that was a jumble of tones and run-on words. Two attempts to get up had him flustered each time they failed until his hand reached up, fingers wriggling for help!
( mssg » dave | sent) You canask me anthign DAve. ( mssg » dave | sent) that’s an east one to anser! Scandls ( mssg » dave | sent) Liek three rum and cokes but it was hapyp hour ( mssg » dave | sent) two horus ago but it still counts, yeah?
[ + killer ] … i’d say it’s more than a little, killer. [ + killer ] if this is a booty call via text i’m framing it for future reference. [ + killer ] though for your future reference, i prefer to hear your sexy voice. [ + killer ] where are you? [ + killer ] if you’re hitting on me via text i pale to think who else you’re chatting up. [ + killer ] let me take you home.
( sms : blaine ) Among other things, yes. 😘 ( sms : blaine ) You know how much I hate spoilers. Especially those that are bound to be all over the internet the minute the show so much as stops airing. ( sms : blaine ) At least it’s only fifteen more minutes. ( sms : blaine ) If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone’s gotten himself pretty attached. 😉 ( sms : blaine ) I’m sure Rachel would be thrilled.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) then donrt go on the internet until youv’e watched it! ( mssg » kurt | sent )
Easy solution. You’re welcome!@ ( mssg » kurt | sent )
and I’m the drunk one. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I guess i can wait thatlong. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) MAybe. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I think I might have. IS that okay? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) She’d drink allt he vodka so no.
( sms : blaine ) This is flirting? You are so going to regret this later. 🙀 ( sms : blaine ) You are pretty damn cute, for one. 🤗 ( sms : blaine ) To be determined. After I finish this episode of Project Runway. ( sms : blaine ) Though I guess it’s definitely been a while since our last impromptu sleepover. ( sms : blaine ) I can only hope girls still aren’t allowed onto the premises.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) apparently not ig you had to ask that quetison! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) REgrt is a matter of perspective ( mssg » kurt | sent ) At least i ahve cute going for me ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I can’t belive you are picking that over visiting. shaem on you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) It has. SO I think we should have one. listen I just miss you okay? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) AT dalton? only after hours and not in the dorms. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
( sms : blaine ) Apparently my very drunk boyfriend. ( sms : blaine ) I… can’t say I’m not tempted. ( sms : blaine ) Something tells me you’re talking about something a lot more strong than just the few odd wine coolers.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Correcrt! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) i reallY love when ytou call me your boyfriend. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
im’ so glas I get to be that. thanky ou for giving em the chance. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Waht do I have to do to make you give in and come see us ro me. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
..mainyl me? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh yeahj. wedont drink wine coolers. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
This stuff that tastes good,. not like cough syrup.
“Yeah.” Lip laughed, nudging against Blaine’s shoulder as if he was the one acting like an idiot. “Don’t blame you, that guy. He looks like a Chad, probably has a Chinese symbol for ‘joy’
tramp stamped on his back, and a bird wrist tatt, and’uh, had a Prince Albert for a few years until an ex got it stuck in their teeth.” Lip of course, had absolutely no idea if he was right about any of it, but his profiling could be pretty on point sometimes. And if anything, Blaine would at least get a chuckle out of it. He was far from the full package, especially for the other’s natural pedigree, but he could hold his own and 98% of the time his ladies weren’t disappointed in his performance.And yeah, he’d never so much as thought of being with a dude before, even when he found Ian’s stash of porn, even when Ian tried to convince him he couldn’t know unless he’d been with one. But how hard could it be? He knew what felt good, and Blaine already looked at him as if he walked on water half the fucking time. It’d probably be a total wet dream, even if Blaine wasn’t into him. Fuck, the joint was hitting him harder than he thought, but that was probably his bad for how much shatter he’d slipped in. Still the thought of him and Blaine had actually entered his mind and it took him a few seconds to even register what that mean… If anything. He was being an idiot. Jesus. Slightly dazed, Lip shook his head clearing the image away.”Pie in your face though? I was joking. It’s the last thing you need smeared all over your face,” Because that few seconds had kind of tipped the scale into the mental image, and… Good god, was he that fucking desperate right now? Sierra and him had just…
“Yeah’no, it’s fine.” Lip laughed, brushing off how ridiculously animated Blaine seemed to get, acting like he’d just gotten him something far more sentimental or important. The mystified eyes caused his brows to curl, trying to decode what he was actually thinking. “Hey’uh whoever you want. Figured getting you one was a dick move.” He teased, bringing the glass back up to his lips, careful to not poke his eye on the tiki umbrella. The glass was pulled back just in time for Blaine’s arm to press around his shoulder and … His lips? To meet with his cheek. That he didn’t imagine and it hadn’t happened before and now… Well, he hadn’t imagined it. It took a second and a half for his expression to shift back down, the small bit of stun wearing off as he turned, eyes finding Blaine’s. “Yeah, no prob.” He shrugged, following the toast’s direction back to the bartender. Blaine was playing dirty. Raising his glass, he nodded, gaze weighted with something that hadn’t been there moments before and sardonically toasting over to the appointed Chad. The shiteating grin didn’t falter as his eyes moved back to Blaine, “yeah no, we’re keeping you away from Lucky. You’re woke to his pot’a gold of lies now, alright? Hey, drink up, Carrie.” (Wait, it was on the beach, not the city. Whatever, he doubted Blaine needed the magnifying glass to see his reach. ”This place is lame. I’m not gonna let you ring in your birthday surrounded by a bunch’a pricks. Might as well give you a real South Side birthday. None’a this Facebook shit.”
Wow! Lip really managed to paint poor ‘Chad’ in one heck of a light. Blaine, of course, stole the opportunity to give him one of his cheekiest grins yet. A sure sign something was brewing in his head to toss at the other. Right before it was blurted out in a taunt that had Blaine lightly tapping the side of his foot with the edge of his shoe to get his attention then toss it towards good ol’ Chad behind the bar with a tick of his chin in Chad’s direction. “Seems like you know him. Is he an ex of someone you know? Or… Yours? Is there something you’re not telling me, Lip?” See? Blaine could dish out the picking on just as bad and maybe unfairly as Lip could. Especially with a drink in him already before they left the house and and now three or four sips into another. Lightweight always. But at least he was a cheap date! Lips still open from his goading smile, hazel eyes sparkled mischievously. “What should I have smeared all over my face…? In your expert opinion?” God bless him when he could be Mister Oblivious. Not connecting where Lips mind wandered off to, to himself because..Lip never would think that..Blaine simply took another sip of his drink, chased the taste off his lips with a sweep of his tongue and then burst out laughing when Chad turned around and a hint of some kind of tramp stamp was at the small of his back.
“You’re coming with me. And no present is a dick move. Regardless of one or two tickets. Though it would’ve been a little awkward to go alone. Might’ve had to drag you with me anyway.” Lip was off the hook from his derpish question within a couple beats of a very gay club remix of a Sam Smith song that shouldn’t even exist. “S’not like I’m going to burn the place down if Chad magically ends up cutting us off if you keep staring back at him like that. Not that psycho.” Different Carrie and holy crap what a great time to point out a teeny, maybe Blaine wasn’t so oblivious sort of thought made loose lipped thanks to strong alcohol putting a hole in the filter between his thoughts and his mouth. “Hey! Okay! Where are we going next,” perking up–Blaine sucked the last three sips down in one non-ending string of pulls from his straw until the ice clinked against the sides of the glass. All gone! Round two here? Or round two elsewhere? “This place sort of smells weird anyway,” his nose scrunched and a hand batted some air back and forth under the tip of his nose. “Maybe it’s all the cologne, sweat and liquor but..is it just me or..does it really just start to burn your nose hairs after a while?” WHAT? Welcome to Blaine’s Scattered Brain. Probably a blessing considering this strange circle that the two of them were slowly starting to dance around a certain…well…nothing major. “Are we going to that Alibi place again? The one where the guy the size of a refrigerator works at? They’re hilarious..” They’d have a better night there than spending it with Chad and strangers, anyway.
It was impossible to hold back the building laughter that eventually spilled over, when Blaine returned with their drinks. It was his birthday, so Lip should have been the one buying drinks, but the opportunity was too good to miss out on. “Either that, or I take you to a restaurant and you can get a pie in the face and a really off key rendition of Happy Birthday in front of the entire restaurant.” Either or, Lip really wouldn’t have been happy. “Look, he’s checking you out.” Lip nodded, taking Blaine’s drink for good measure, and bringing it to his lips. “Looks like you might be getting dicked after all.” Or doing the dicking, Lip didn’t really know, but who didn’t deserve sex on their birthday, or at least a sloppy bathroom blowjob?
“But hey, before you ditch me for Romeo over there, I got you something. It’s not much but.” Lip reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope, inside two tickets to Nothing But Thieves at Lincoln Hall in a week’s time. “Look, I know it’s no Adam Lambert, or Levine, or whoever it is you get hard for, but I think you’re gonna like them.” If Blaine didn’t know who they were, that was. And when music was as much of his life as it was, concerts seemed like a much better choice then something that would end up discarded in his closet in a few weeks. Shamelessly, he took another drink from Blaine’s, careful to observe the man behind the bar, though his focus undoubtedly shifted back to Blaine. “I had got you a box of donuts from Alliance but… I went for a shower and Frank decided to help himself. Tried to blame it on Liam before I pointed off the kid is yachting in the Tropics.” Which sounded a lot like an I owe you one. Jumping back to the envelope with a small nod, he finally spoke again, his tone rivaling the thumping music. “They have a song that kinda reminds me of you.”
“Yeah? I think I’ll take getting drunk with you any day before I get a pie thrown at me. Please warn me if that’s something you ever go through with? I want to make sure I’m not wearing a shirt I like.” A pie in the face? Depending on how out of key the singing was? Maybe the first option would have been the best part of their restaurant adventure if the bar wasn’t where they ended up. Blaine laughed at the mental image. Plus, it was a great way to shrug off having to humiliate himself with Lip’s drink of choice, how girly it made him sound, and the reaction the bartender gave him when he asked for two. “He is,” Blaine’s voice lifted as he turned his head and glanced at the bar. Sure enough, he got a very slimy wink and a lift of a chin that he thought might’ve been the bartender’s attempt at a ‘what’s up’ but came off as a cocky ‘hey baby’ in his head. Complete with the phantom smell of Axe body spray to top it off. The guy sounded like a walking rendition of it in his imagination. If he had any idea what Blaine was making him out to be with that look? His flirting might turn into swinging a punch.
“Yeah. No. I’m good. Don’t need any…,” his fingers formed air quotes around the word like he had to make sure the universe understood BLATANTLY clear wasn’t coming from him, “dick-ing from that guy.” His smile lingered, turning mystified when Lip mentioned he got him something. “I.. You didn’t have to–Levine–thank-you-very-much,” the clarification was added in so seamlessly Blaine didn’t miss a beat, “do that.” Looking into Lip’s eyes, he smiled and opened the envelope, thumbing up the tickets until he could read the band name. “That means you’re coming with me. Also. You have to show me their music beforehand. Thank you,” an arm fit itself around Lip’s shoulder right after he’d checked out the bartender again without Blaine noticing the second look back because he was too busy leaning in and.. Just like that! A smooch (platonic!) landed on Lip’s cheek before he released him. “I mean it! Thanks.” Oop. Then took his hand off Lip’s shoulder to lift his drink up. “To a birthday spent with a great friend and fruity drinks that, hopefully, don’t end up with a Lucky Charms repeat?”
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