text — blaine ; At least we both very much lived to tell the tale. text — blaine ; Which is mostly casual. text — blaine ; I mean, we have fun. But it’s really more of a friends with benefits type of situation. text — blaine ; Mainly involving the likes of Downton Abbey.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) So.. You’re not exclusive? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Friends with benefits..? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Ah! Downton Abbey! I’ve kind of fallen behind.
text — blaine ; I’m sure it’s nothing I can’t handle. I vividly remember the odd summer flu season back in 2011. text — blaine ; Even though I’m definitely still seeing Adam.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I hope this doesn’t get that bad. It was not a good time for me. Or anyone within ten feet of my miserable self. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Right. Adam. Sort of almost forgot he existed.
She didn´t want to think about the time when Blaine would go
back to Lima. It felt as if he had already stayed longer than he should have,
but then again Rachel had trouble with getting the days right. They all seemed
the same to her and while music was what gave her comfort she was dreading next
week when she´d go back to NYADA. She had taken the week off, but it
wasn´t really doing her anything good, then again she wasn’t sure WHAT
was doing her any good.
Or maybe she did. Being here in bed with Blaine, watching a
movie and just…knowing that she wasn´t alone. No…FEELING that she wasn´t
alone, was doing her good. She felt herself relax and maybe, just maybe she
figured that they were all going to be okay. Sometimes she thought about Carol
and Burt and how they were dealing with it and Rachel made a mental note to
call them as soon as possible. She knew she´d have to be strong eventually, but
it felt nice to just…let go for a while.
Her lips stayed curled into a smile as Blaine traced his
fingers over her forehead and nose and she laughed, moving herself closer to
him so she could reach up to ruffle through his hair. “Yes, yes. I think you CAN,”
She then agreed. “Your hair´s really soft. And it looks good when it´s curly,
trust me, I´m an expert in this.”
Blaine made space for her as she nudged in closer unknowing that she was about to DARE shove a hand in his hair. And he couldn’t help laughing when she did. “Hey! You are so lucky you just complimented this mess after making it into one! I can’t believe you!” No guilt. Not yet anyway. Maybe it was okay to be okay for a second or two. His hand jerked up to snatch hers out of the air before she could pull it away as he huffed and chuckled with his bangs now in his face. Having caught hold of it, he had no idea what to do next. Probably should have planned that out better..
So? He winged it and gave her knuckles a kiss before tethering his fingers through hers and wrapping both her arm and his across her chest pulling her impossibly closer and holding on tight. “You know? I could try it. For you. Probably for Kurt, too. I think.” He quickly corrected himself knowing his boyfriend loved when his curls were loose. Blaine never can help wondering if Kurt’s being nice or saying so because he is the only one who gets to see him that way outside of Brittany’s horrid prom theme. Both?
“I don’t know. I was lucky enough to have people forget seeing me without at least a little control over this mop on top of my head the first time,” though his eyebrows shoved towards one another and he hummed in thought as soon as he said so, “Then again? They usually forget my first or last name isn’t Warbler. So that’s not saying much… Do you think I should risk it?” His nose scrunched up. “Or wait until I’m in the safety of New York City permanently to try it out? A lot less people who know me here.. And no possible yearbook pictures to immortalize it.”
a small smile tugs at chapped lips , comforted by blaine’s words . singing used to help her ESCAPE , to share that now with the glee club was going to be — tough . ❝ thank you … it’s just NERVES . i know i can do it but , … what if they don’t like me ?❞
Without letting go, Blaine walked backwards with that smile growing wider by the step. Soft, round eyes watched her closely as he guided them backstage. Even he still had his moments of doubt.. But! He had faith in her and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she knew that. More than knew it. Felt it. “Let’s get some water. We can practice a bit more?” A deflated sigh was a way of him trying to show her how her last point was so, so impossible. His thoughtful pout was erased by that broad, confident perkiness immediately after. “Eye rolls from Rachel aside. Don’t worry that’s just a thing she does.. They’re going to love you. I promise.”
Sebastian shrugged in response, turning his body to the side so that he could look at Blaine properly, he knew tonight was mostly about cheering Blaine up, but he couldn’t resist checking him out with him stood this close. His lips curled up into his signature smirk, as he raised his glass to his lips, taking a small sip, before finally speaking up. “I figured you could use a drink after the day you’ve had,”
He reached out, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, before leaning back a little on his bar stool. “Now this is better than wallowing at home, right Killer?” he asked with a grin, “So how about we get a few more of those inside of you, and we can hit the dance floor, and you can put today all behind you, hm?”
His glass rose up in time with Sebastian’s so he could return the tip with a small tuck of his chin towards his collar in thanks before taking a small inhale of the drink and downing his first sip. The liquor was stronger than he was used to but there was a sweetness to it that made it more palatable and less embarrassingly cringeworthy if he’d have choked on it. A sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip erased the traces of it from his skin before he smirked down at the contents inside the glass. Both brows shot up in the affirmative and the second sip was more than enough of a ‘you’re right’ than he ever could have said out loud.
Today was a day he’d come here to forget. For a plethora of reasons he’d rather not think about (sort of negated the whole forgetting part–didn’t it?). Blaine smiled at the pat and let his weight rest against Sebastian’s shoulder for just a moment–another thanks, another means of just showing he was glad for the invite–and he was climbing up onto the stool to perch beside his friend. “I’m not sure I’m up for dancing but a few more of these,” the bottom of the glass rocked back and forth in his hand, “and I might be.” They could both hope? “By the way.. What are you doing here tonight?”
“Everyone has a little bit of stage fright when they first start. But? You’re going to be amazing.. Once you’re out there and everything starts? The fear fades away and it’s the best feeling in the world.” Blaine gently took her hand and gave it a soft, comforting squeeze. An encouraging smile followed. “I promise. You’ve worked so hard for this.. Now, you get to enjoy it.”
text — blaine ; Maybe it’s about time you finally stocked up on some of that good ol’ tea and honey. text — blaine ; When Harry Met Sally. text — blaine ; 🙂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You couldn’t be any more right. I’ll make sure to grab some on my way home from school. There’s no way I want this when you’re here. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
The last thing I need is to be carting a box of Kleenex everywhere we go. How attractive is that?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yeah. Exactly. When Harry Met Sally. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
I’m still holding onto.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Don’t they get together in the end..?
( mssg » hunter | sent ) What is happening at that school is an utter disgrace to the Warblers and everything they stand for. If you’re their leader like you say you are? It’s your responsibility to build them up. To build Dalton up. Not to turn it into a complete travesty. ( mssg » hunter | sent ) And that is exactly what is happening. Under your watch. Why would I want to be a part of that? Especially after I’ve said no once before?
“ Yeah, I guess you’re right. For once. ” of course she had to tease him to some degree. The sheer kindness felt out of her comfort zone at this point, especially considering how serious the situation was becoming. “ I don’t know why I come to you for help — you’re like, REALLY sappy. It’s kind of gross. ” but that didn’t mean she didn’t like it.
Blaine was grateful for the teasing. They were both so miserable. Neither one of them had the energy to poke at the other in the few days they’ve spent together. Losing Kurt was one thing but a major part of their dynamic was missing and it only reminded him of how different everything felt. Clinging to the moment–Blaine grabbed onto her hand so tight that his fingers didn’t stop until their palms were flat against one another so he could bounce the back of Santana’s against his knee until it was perfectly in place right where it landed. A lopsided grin told her how happy he was for the sliver of NORMAL she gave him. “If that’s gross? I can make this disgusting by saying I’m glad you’re here. Cause–honestly–I don’t think I can be like this with anyone. Not yet anyway. So, thank you.”
text — blaine ; 😳 text — blaine ; Not necessarily helping. text — blaine ; I definitely liked that, too. text — blaine ; Who knew you could be so creative?
( mssg » kurt | sent) I didn’t think it was possible. But? You just got even more red. Why are you so adorable? ( mssg » kurt | sent) I know it’s not. That was the whole point. I’m glad you liked it, though. Definitely would’ve been horrible to hear the opposite. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I didn’t even realize how creative I could get. Until, you know, you gave me the inspiration to try… And, trust me, you gave me plenty.
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