( sms : blaine ) I’m glad I was able to leave an impression. ( sms : blaine ) Since when does one Blaine Warbler require a stage to put on a performance? ( sms : blaine ) Unless you’d much rather reschedule for Monday after class. ( sms : blaine ) I figured we could get brunch.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) lLike since never. come onwho do you think you are tlking to?? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) no! I don’t want to reschedule fror Monday after calss. Not ( mssg » kurt | sent )
when I justsaid I think you should come say hi tonight?? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Brunch is yes. Judging by how this drinkd smells? Im gonna need food. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Your’e the best Kurt. I mean it. The b est.
“Eh, you fuckin’ wish, Anderson.” Lip threw back with a grin, just as quickly as Blaine could dish it out. He may have been high, but he wasn’t slow. “That shit-eating grin—
yeah, that’s the one.” The spark in Blaine’s eye was inherently a sign Lip had recognized from a very early age. Mischief. Lip’s cover lasted for now, but he vowed to swear off the fruity drinks for the rest of the night, just in case it was somehow affecting his thought process
— which in itself was a really stupid fucking thought. Blaine’s laughter was the metaphorical finger pointed in a ‘Haha!’, which drove an “Alright, Alright
— enough of these. Let’s get outta here.” No resistance would be accepted when Lip grabbed Blaine’s (empty) glass out of his hand, and took his own to set on the side of someone’s booth, indifferent to the eight people that sat, yelling over the music and enjoying the vibe. Though they looked obviously confused and offended when he offered a wave accompanied by his own South Side Smirk and ducked the fuck out of there, his arm hooking under Blaine’s elbow and dragging him through the crowd to continue their conversation outside as if there had been no interruption, though it didn’t take Lip long to pull out his pack of cigarettes to steal one for the walk.
“Well,” Lip shrugged, throwing back the same looseness and teasing Blaine offered, “I’m still glad I got two then.” Win win, either way. “We magically cut Chad off, so that’s another win for the good guys. Oh no? What are you then?” He chided back, laughter falling from his lips. “We talkin’ like, a solid 7? Or?” Lip hadn’t really thought of the bar, after all risking running into Frank would easily set them up for a third wheel, and instead of having a good birthday, Blaine and Lip would end up spun out on an eight ball on the train yard at Frank’s insistence. But… Blaine had just walked himself into a very big warm welcome from the gang without even realizing. Smirking profusely, Lip tugged out his cellphone and started typing away, listening to Blaine. “Yeah no, smelt like douchebags. Axe and American Eagle, for sure.” A smell he could recognize from being an RA until he too sent that shattering down around him.
“Your, uh, nose hairs good now, bud?” Lip laughed, pocketing his phone and puffing out a huge cloud of smoke in the process, causing him to cough on his laughter a little. “Yeah,” Lip directed, pointing the red embers down the sidewalk, off into the distance, “We’re just gonna take a little break in there, but uh, just know you’re gonna have fun. Let me guide you. Oh
— shit, almost forgot. Debbie made these. Said happy birthday.” Lip reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic baggie full of gummies. “She wants to know what you think ASAP, bein’ laid up has her doin’ all sorts of weird shit, but hey, I thought these were pretty fuckin’ great.”
“Yeah, them. Kev really likes ya, but … might be under the impression you’re, uh, kinda maybe a porn star?”
“It’s a long story.”
Geez, Debbie knew how to make some candy! Blaine scooped a second handful from the bag before tucking it back into his coat pocket and plucking them up two at a time from his palm to pop them in his mouth. Humming appreciatively as he smirked in an afterthought that seemed to come out of nowhere. “You know what gets me about bars like that? Other than the fact that they’re either amazing..cause I’ve been in a couple that were awesome..or they’re so gross that you feel like washing your hands doesn’t even cut the full body scrub down you should get after leaving one? That they call them meat markets. Which one is it? Is it meet as in m-e-e-t or meat as in m-e-a-t?” An arm slung itself around Lip’s shoulders and the hand that hung limply near Lip’s chest smelled suspiciously like sugar and gelatin.
“Cause it really could go either way given the types of meatheads that frequent the ones like that one.” Welp! What a topic to think on. Blaine’s goofy, lopsided grin said he might’ve just left that topic up for Lip to get philosophical about because Blaine might not be all together the best person to finish that trail of thought. Or any. Given the fact that he just pulled a more than half empty bag of gummy bears out of his pocket that were handcrafted so very lovingly by Debbie Gallagher from his pocket with his free hand. It fell open as he held it towards Lip for him to take some. “You’re right. Debbie might’ve just found her calling in life. Want some? They mixed great with your Sex On The Beaches.” A telltale playful side-eye said he still wasn’t over being made to walk up to the bar and order those from Axe-Smelling-Tramp-Stamp Chad. Nor was he going to let Lip off the hook for it any time soon.
He walked like that. Half leaning on Lip for support and trusting him to keep them on the sidewalk as he let his head fall back and looked up at the sky. It was nowhere near as clear as Westerville, Ohio. But at night, when the traffic died out as much as it would ever die out at any time, through the clouds there were stars waiting for him to gaze at. He sighed happily. Even with the lack of stars and fresh air, he couldn’t imagine himself being anywhere else. Especially on his birthday. Especially nowhere else when he was with who he was with heading towards a place where they only wanted him to be himself. “I’m so glad I picked Chicago.. Wasn’t sure I was going to, you know? This almost didn’t happen. Here we are, though. Best birthday ever in a city I love more than I thought I ever would.” He squeezed himself tight to Lip’s side in a hug that had his arm holding Lip’s chest a bit tighter before he loosened it again and glanced back at him. Cheeks pink with their walk, the chilly air, and maybe for another unmentioned reason.
“You’re just..” Dead silence as words sank in followed by being completely dumbfounded. Eeeer?! HUH?! Hello, what did he just say? “….Wait. Did..you just say he thinks I’m a porn star? Okay. The next logical question would be…how?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) okay whoa hwoa whao whao whao hold on ( mssg » blaine | sent ) like is this a random sickness ( mssg » blaine | sent ) or is it a like, you had shellfish kinda sickness? every single time dad orders it he gets sick altho i really dont know what the difference between shellfish and shrimp and stuff is ( mssg » blaine | sent ) or is this a “i think i got possessed from that ouija board” kinda projectile vomiting? i really hope not because i so dont wanna tell my priest that we’ve been screwin around in the dark ( mssg » blaine | sent ) ok whao like not with each other but with the whole ghost thing ( mssg » blaine | sent ) wait blaine you dont really think this is a posession do you? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) god im on my way over are u okay? can i grab u anything? (minus a priest pls tell me this isnt a ouija thing im seriously crossing my fingers) ( mssg » blaine | sent ) really hope this isnt like they made it out to be in this is the end
( mssg » sam | sent ) SAm? ( mssg » sam | sent ) Sam.. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Sammy? ( mssg » sam | sent ) slooow down. I don’t think it has anyrhintg to do with shellfish or demons. ( mssg » sam | sent )
Never thought I would say those two things in the same sentence togetheR but here we are. I just did ( mssg » sam | sent ) I think its’ the amoutn of liquor I drank. Oh and how cheap itwas. Top shelf
( mssg » sam | sent ) I promise I’m not possessed. Even if it realy llooks like it right now.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Would it be too much to aks you to come get me? ( mssg » sam | sent ) No Linda blaeir head turns or talking abckwards will happen between here and my hourse.I swear on my life
She should probably clear out. That was the best thing to do, right? Get out before anyone else spotted her? But at the same time… she was really sore. And pretty cold. And her hangover was pretty bad. And none of that would get any better if she went back out into the cold. Speaking of, she held his coat out to him, shivering a little when she did. “I’m assumin’ you want this back.”
She bit her lip. Some coffee and a donut might warm her up enough to get going out of here before anyone else came in, though that probably didn’t matter since it would get around quick enough that April Rhodes was found sleeping on a piano bench. “Which way’s the cafeteria?”
“Hang onto it. I’ve got a sweater. That’s way more than enough.” Blaine smiled understandingly after waving off his coat and even helped drape it back over her shoulders. With her shivering like that and the hangover she must have? He figured she needed it much worse than he did. At least until she got some food and coffee in her stomach.
Blaine’s sympathetic smile told her the teenager probably wasn’t able sympathize with her entire situation. Cause he never really was in the position where he was forced to sleep on the piano bench in the choir room. (Not this one and not for her reasons at least??) Still! He knew what feeling like you were hit by a truck thanks to the night before was like. It was flat out terrible. “Right this way.” One arm fit itself around her waist and he made sure he perked up and smiled a bit brighter as he took the lead getting them out of the room and one step closer to food. “So..um.. Can I ask? Why the choir room was where you thought it’d be a good idea to crash?”
( sms : blaine ) And we’ve talked about this. 🤗 ( sms : blaine ) Aren’t we technically back to being each other’s competition? ( sms : blaine ) Perhaps I should set my alarm and go ahead and order your Sunday medium drip a couple of hours early.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Nonot really. Youre’ my boyfriend before you’re my competition and as far as I know wea rent on a stage. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You mean more to everonye here than you might thikn. They’d be happy to have you visit. We trust you oaf all peopl?e ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Does that mean you’ll be here in thr morning? Or did I read that wrong?
Blaine was stuck in South Side til Tuesday at the earliest thanks to the storm that blew in. Leave it to the Gallaghers to see a storm as an excuse to throw a house party complete with loud music, plenty of liquor and other things if that was your thing to enjoy. He saw so many people come and go throughout the night that the faces were starting to become a blur of known and strange. Combined with the thrum of the music blasting and the haze of smoke? He was grateful when Mickey showed up (was he annoyed?) and gave him someone familiar to talk to.
Now they were upstairs as the party raged on muffled by the closed door of the boys bedroom. Talking, laughing. Mickey was close enough that Blaine felt his pulse pick up at the sight of that smile. Mickey had no idea how beautiful he was when he laughed like that. Blaine considered himself at an age where he should be past the whole blame it on the alcohol phase. But what else could he blame when he, finally, got the courage brought on by a few shots of whiskey and a lot of cheap beer to lean in when Mickey cracked him up? Regardless of this being at the worst possible place for it to happen (they didn’t even lock the door), Blaine threw in the towel of so many nights pushing the want away. Of telling himself that this wasn’t going to happen. That they were way too different to work. When maybe different was what lured him here to begin with. Tired of fighting and too buzzed to care..
Long fingers curled around the edge of Mickey’s chin. Blaine laughed one more time but it barely made a sound above warm puffs of hair ghosting over Mickey’s lips right before he replaced the caress with his own. Eyes closing and fingers gently holding him close–he kissed him like it might be the only chance he might ever get. Gentle but firm and a plea for it to last.
( sms : blaine ) Oh, no. You didn’t delete that. 🙀 ( sms : blaine ) Well— As long as you’re all being responsible. And no one’s driving. ( sms : blaine ) I miss you, too.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) i?m busted! 😁 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Driving? now ay! Everyoen who usually leaves for the weekend decided to stay so we coueld spend time together. You should come. You could say with me. Thet mis you a lot too@!! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) you’re the best. I’m so glad I ave you. MY beautiful Kurt. I wish you stayedd her e.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) text messages is the only time i wanna have this conversation. and its NOT both ( mssg » blaine | sent ) you can’t come over cause i’m not home and even if i was home everyone would be asleep and theres no way we could be ninjas right now and i cant wake anyone up so like TTYLIGCMMN ( mssg » blaine | sent) dont YOU even try ( mssg » blaine | sent ) the first one to come to mind was kurt otherwiSe we wouldnt be in this situation and that should have toLd me what i needed to know but i didnt wanna see that and maybe it took quinn pointing it out to me to realize it but that was your answer already cause if it wasnt things would be DIFFEReNT and you know it blaine
( mssg » sam | sent ) No. We need to talk about this in person. Please? There is no way text messages can cover what we need to say. Especially not when you’re drunk. And I just need to see you and make sure you’re going to be okay.. ( mssg » sam | sent ) TTYLIGCMMN? ( mssg » sam | sent ) Where are you? Please tell me. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Sam? Why would you listen to Quinn about anything between you and I? She has no idea how deep this goes. If you want an answer about something? Ask me. Not her. Or anyone else. Me.
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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