âCan you tell me something? Itâs been bothering me for a while now.â Maybe she should have asked earlier, but it is what it is. âWhatâs with the slushies? I donât understand why people would willingly throw a slushie into someone elseâs face, knowing that itâs going to hurt very much. I had to pull Olivia White out of the way just now, otherwise she wouldâve gotten one in the face. Gods, people here are the worst. And Iâve met Ray Beech from Mudslide Crush!âÂ
Blaine blinked from the thoughtful daze heâd fallen under and shifted his attention from the spot on the wall towards the sound of Moâs voice. Curious as to what she wanted to ask, a brow inched up and he gave her a nod to continue.  âYeah, of course. What’s bothering you?â Hopefully it was something he could fix? Oh.. Yeah. Nope. Fixing that situation? Way easier said than done. âI.. I have no idea why. Or. I guess I do. Itâs about humiliating someone on top of whatever theyâre already putting them through. The pain is just a bonus,â he sighed and shrugged, âYouâd think the faculty would ban outside drinks.. But they donât seem to notice that..â Or a lot of things, however, he kept that to himself. Perking up, he grinned and let her change the subject before he stewed harder about it. âSeriously? Howâd you manage that?âÂ
     text â blaine ; No offense taken.      text â blaine ; Though we should probably change the subject.      text â blaine ; Howâs Tina?      text â blaine ; đ
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Good.. Thank you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yeah. I think we should. Definitely.
[nearly two hours later.] ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Tina is Tina. You know how she can be but sheâs a good friend and means well. Mostly. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Currently, sheâs my lifesaver. Sheâs coming over tonight to keep me company. My parents are out of town and she has a soup she swears is going to get rid of this cold once and for all. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
Maybe this was part of why she was so glad that he was still
here. He could make her feel better about everything in an instant and she
didnÂŽt even feel guilty for smiling. Rachel knew it was a stupid thing, to feel
guilty about feeling better in the first place, Finn would have wanted her to
be happy again, but sometimes she couldnÂŽt help it. She knew Kurt felt the same
way and whenever they talked about it they started crying. Right now she didnÂŽt
feel like crying at all though, she felt like smiling.
âYou know,â She began, yelping slightly when she was pulled
even closer to him. Her lips curved into a smile and for a moment Rachel simply
relaxed, closing her eyes. So what if being happy wasnÂŽt all that bad? It
didnÂŽt mean that losing Finn hurt any less, but maybe this was their way to
deal with it. âYou should,â She finally spoke again, turning her head ever
slightly so she could look up at him. âAnd you shouldnÂŽt worry so much about
it. Honestly, it looks great.â
Her lips were still curled into a smile, her full attention
on Blaine now and the movie almost forgotten as it played in the background. âItÂŽs
what makes you stick out, you know? And I mean in a good way. People will
remember you by that hair and in New York youÂŽll want to be remembered. Maybe
keep it that way as long as youÂŽre here and then when youÂŽre here for good you
can let the curls run free again,â Rachel smiled, snuggling into him even
further. âBarbra dared to be bold and stuck to her true self, so you should do
the same. Finn was always true to himself and thatÂŽs what I loved about him.â
Now that they were snuggled in so close together that he had the chance to wrap his arms completely around her, Blaine did exactly that after relaxing back against the wall of pillows she had on her bed (seriously, how does such a tiny person need this many pillows?) for support. Then used his hold, first dropping the leg beside her and stretching it out, to pull her right up against his chest. Once there, with relative ease and a little nudging, Rachel was cradled between his knees once he was in the clear to bend the one he nudged her over again. There. Perfect. Rachel had herself a Blaine cocoon and he had a pillow to rest his chin down on top of. That being her thick hair and the top of her head. Â
A laugh huffed out of his chest, breath warm across the strands of hair just under his mouth. âOkay. Deal. I try walking around with moderate to light gel in my hair for the next couple of days and you have to go out to dinner with me and Kurt so I have two people to hide me from view if I start to get self conscious about it. Fair enough?â One foot went in the direction of the nearest blanket that was no where close enough for him to reach without messing up their very comfortable position. Â
âYou should grab that because Iâm thinking a blanket is the only way to make this even better.â A little warmth would do them both some good. His mind wandered to Kurt in the âroomâ not very far off. If he woke up, heâd know to come here. They could make a pile on the bed for all he cared. The closer they were to each other, it seemed the less it hurt. There was healing there, right? Before..it was 50/50 on if it made things better or reminded them of who they lost. âAny other tips for how I should blend, but not too much, for this soon to be brand new New Yorker?â
     text â blaine ; I definitely donât have a date to the wedding, if thatâs what you were wondering.      text â blaine ; Nor do I have a Valentine.      text â blaine ; I guess it kind of helps that heâs British.      text â blaine ; Personally, Iâm still trying to figure out whether Iâd rather be a part of team up- or downstairs. I mean, sure, Mrs. Padmoreâs cookingâs no doubt to die for, and thereâs really no beating Mrs. Hughes and Carsonâs budding romance, but thereâs something about Violet Crawley that just speaks to me.      text â blaine ; Probably because weâre the same age.Â
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh?  You donât..?  And, yes, I was wondering.  ( mssg » kurt | sent ) No Valentine either?  I guess that goes hand in hand with the no date for the wedding thing.  But you never know what could happen once youâre home…  ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I mean..Iâm just over the moon that I get to see you again. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You are so Violet.  Who can argue that?  Plus!  Sheâs played by the woman who I swear is your twin separated from birth and decades apart.  đ ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt..?  Is it okay if I ask you something?
Sebastian tapped his hand against the top of the bar, a grin tugging at his lips as he turned to look at Blaine for a moment, âConsider it done,â he nodded, raising a hand to get the bartenders attention and order them both another round of drinks. It usually took him a lot more than a couple of drinks to get him buzzed, so he figured heâd be okay, besides, tonight was all about Blaine and helping him forget about whatever bad day heâd been having. He could totally do that.
He shrugged his shoulders as Blaineâs question, taking a moment to look around the rest of the club, it wasnât as if there was anyone else in here tonight worth his interest, especially not when Blaine was stood this close to him. So, he turned back to look at Blaine and gave him his usual smile, âNothing as dramatic as you, Killer, Iâm afraid youâre the only one whoâs drowning their sorrows tonight, i just wanted to get out of the house. And since this is Limaâs only gar bar, my options were pretty limited,â
Blaine blinked as Sebastian ordered them another round before he was even finished choking down the few last sips of his first drink. Â Oh well. Â They were both here to get a drink (or two..or..maybe more..who knows?) and he didnât necessarily want either one of them to stop. Â Not yet anyway. Â Sebastian deserved a drink just for offering to put up with his miserable self. Mental note to himself that he owed buying Sebastian a round next time.
Sebastianâs turning to glance at the body of the club behind him drew Blaineâs attention from the corner of his eye and he shifted to look up at his friendâs profile. For a moment he wondered if Sebastian knew how grateful he was to have him in his life.  Knowing himself? Heâd end up telling him if he got to the bottom of a few drinks.  A drunk him was a lovey him.  No hope for escape!  He gave Sebastian a lopsided half-smile, brows flinching upwards in time with his shoulders.  âThanks for giving me the chance to,â their drinks were slid across the bar and Blaine blindly reached for his not looking away from the taller of the pair, âWell.  I promise not to damper your night too much with my mood.  I mean..Iâm here to forget right?  Which means we are going to have to dance later.â  His smile widened. âMaybe?â
( mssg » sam | sent ) I wish I was!  It JUST happened! ( mssg » sam | sent ) I know Iâm not that small!  What were they thinking?? ( mssg » sam | sent ) ……fun sized??  Like Halloween candy fun sized? A couple of bites and itâs gone and you wish you had the real thing?  Iâm pretty sure you were trying to make me feel better but..  đŠ đŠ
[ text – blaine ] holy shit, heâ wait, no, that doesnât surprise me, he /would/ do that. [ text – blaine ] be my guest, then. iâm not really the best at planning, anyway, so any helpâs appreciated tbh ^^;
( mssg » jan | sent ) Sebastian has no morals when it comes to sneak attacks.  Heâll get you when you least expect it and use someone elseâs hair products as the attack weapon.  đ ( mssg » jan | sent ) I think we should convince him that Rachelâs coming to visit you and staying so long youâll need him to entertain you while you are in class so she wonât be bored. Heâll love that.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) If you just need someone to talk to, Iâm here with opening ears. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) You just need some time, dude. Sort everything out. Figure out what you
need to figure out. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Yeah, sure. Uh..not too sure on that way. Like you said, you can make it a thing though.
( mssg » finn | sent ) I understand what youâre saying but the problem is?  I feel like I have it all sorted out and Iâm going to be stuck forever regretting everything.  Because this mistake is too big to take back no matter how guilty or sorry I am.  Or crystal clear everything is now.
( mssg » finn | sent ) What am I supposed to do about that? ( mssg » finn | sent ) Thank you, Finn.  I could use a face to face friend right now.  Apology soda is a go.  I could even make it an apology dinner.  Want to meet at Breadstix instead?
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