“B L A I N E, wait up.” shouldering her backpack, she’s
picking up her pace to fall in line next to the other. “—— do you mind dropping by the auditorium
during lunch? we need to set a couple
more lights, and we need your blocking for
your performance to do that.”
Blaine shoved what books he needed for the rest of day into his bag and twisted the dial on his locker. About to start digging through one of the front pockets for his phone–his attention snapped up right as he heard his voice. A friendly smile followed a blink later. “Micaela! Hey,” fingers lifted for a little wave then curled around the strap of his satchel, “Sure. That’d be great. Lunch it is! Do you want me to bring you anything if you’re planning on working through it?”
( mssg » blaine ) no prob, bro. just thought yofu should know ( mssg » blaine ) io’m good. like really good. though puck baievld on me so looks like gi’m walkinsg home.. ( mssg » blaine )
ylou kinda right thinking that cause i am, a tiny lot to be honest.
( mssg » sam | sent ) I appreciate you taking the time to think about it and then letting me know, Sam. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Walking home? You’re not walking home. It’s way too cold out. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up. I’ll even bring some water and Advil to get the first punch on your possible hangover tomorrow.
( mssg » sam | sent ) A tiny a lot, huh? Yeah. I think you’re right.
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Hey, Santana. I need your help. My Dad is getting really angry with me. I won’t tell him who did it. He’s jumped to the conclusion that, yet again, public schools and a gay son who isn’t in the closet aren’t going to work. He thinks I got slushied by one of the kids at McKinley. I’m not correcting him. ( mssg » wrong # | sent ) He probably just wants someone to sue for the medical bills anyway. ( mssg » wrong # | sent ) I haven’t told Kurt but he’s threatening to make me to back to Dalton. I don’t have the nerve to tell him that going back to Dalton isn’t the answer. Obviously. You need to help me come up with a reason why without throwing them under the bus. I know you’d like nothing more than for me to do that but I can’t.
( mssg » mike | sent ) I know you’re going through a hard time with your Dad. Parents can be the worst when it comes to how hard we try to make them proud and yet always feel like we’re coming up a day late and a dollar short. I’ve been there. ( mssg » mike | sent ) Just know that you’re one of the most amazingly talented, wonderful people I’ve ever known. You deserve to be proud of yourself. No matter what. Cause you’re one in a million and I’m so grateful to know you. If you need me, I’m here. Remember that.
Blaine felt both intrigued why Sam thought this was a good idea and–hidden thanks to and adoringly befuddled stare meeting Sam’s–CONFUSED. Tina or any other girl might’ve been not as bold of a statement to broadcast through the halls of McKinley. That was certainly drawing a sort of no going back from here line in the eyes of their very gossipy peers. And boom! Sam hit him with that look. The one that said Blaine was doomed if he ever thought of saying no now. “Hey? You know I’d do anything for you. Anything. But–?”
So many words of wisdom–of making sure Sam understood what he was asking him to do. They all died on the tip of his tongue as Blaine’s head bowed and the floor swung into view. Closing his eyes and letting out a puff of air–he opened them with a lift of his head and caved in. Hands met the bends of Sam’s elbows and he gave them a squeeze and light rattle. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll do it..,” his nose crinkled and–albeit a hesitant second beforehand–a devilish grin lit him up. “First thing’s first though. If you’re my fake boyfriend? I’m the one taking us out for dinner. It’s part of the deal. No exceptions.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I was just wanting to know if there was anything that I can do to help. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) If you need someone to hold the punching bag, I’m down.
( mssg » finn | sent ) I don’t know what to ask for. I’ve just never felt this lost before. ( mssg » finn | sent ) Thanks for the offer. One second I feel like beating the hell out of one. The next, I’ve never imagined how heavy my hands and the rest of me could feel. ( mssg » finn | sent ) Can we just go out for coffee? I’ll buy you any soda you want. Is an apology soda a thing? If not, I owe you one and I’m making it a thing now.
( mssg » quinn | sent ) Hey, Quinn! The houses in Westerville that put on the Christmas lights display start battling to see who can outdo each other tonight! ( mssg » quinn | sent ) I know this might be a little random but I was curious if you wanted to go with me? I’ll even spring for hot chocolate before the drive? ( mssg » quinn | sent ) What do you say?
“That’s not the same and you know that. Seeing you every few months at competition isn’t the same as being able to walk to your locker to find you, and we’re still not going to let this happen without any questions.”
“We want what you want, Blaine. Everybody only wants you to be happy – but nobody gets why this is what it’s going to take. Everything seemed so fine a few weeks ago, what changed? What can we do – what will change your mind?”
“I’ll see you more than competitions. I promise. I know it’s not the same but–. It’ll work. You guys are my friends family. Family doesn’t end with one of us being,” and the more he was trying to sway her to believe that distance between him and the people he loved at McKinley wouldn’t matter?
The more Blaine’s voice took on less of a reassuring tone and shifted towards a PLEADING one. Because–promises like the ones he was making just didn’t work. Did they?
He bounced on his heels–trying to hold in the outburst that he felt was on the tip of his tongue. Brows pinched together as he pressed his lips and forced himself to swallow what he really wanted to say. Instead, he coughed up a weak excuse for a response. “Everything’s changed, Marley. That’s the point. None of you guys see that and I don’t expect you to understand. I wish I could make you but I can’t. I–Nothing will change my mind. I’m SO sorry.”
“You guys are great. You always have been, Marley. Each one of you has a little bit of magic inside that creates what we do. This group make it through without me. I promise. Don’t cut yourselves short, okay? It’s not like I’m gone-gone. I’m just a couple of hours away and we can visit all the time? Oh! And competitions! W-We’ll see each other there, too!”
“Listen. I really appreciate what you’re trying to do. But I can’t be here anymore. I’m sorry.”
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