Tina was definitely not prepared for Blaine to sit on her lap. “Oomph! Really Blaine? Do you really have to sit on my lap?” Despite her questions, she wrapped an arm around his waist so that he wouldn’t fall then looked up at him as best as she could. “You’re ridiculous. I hope that you know that.” She couldn’t help loving him. She was also sure that Sam would kick himself for missing this moment. “Alright, last question first would be the easiest to answer. So there’s the obvious which is Mulan though I also love Belle. We have to go on the Matterhorn for sure. Also the Pirates of the Caribbean ride and Space Mountain. We probably should stay away from Splash Mountain if we don’t want to give us away to the others. I’m pretty darn excited. How about you?”
“Yes. I really have to sit on your lap. It’s comfy and I like it here,” he grinned while wiggling in to get even more comfortable than he was before she wrapped her arm around him to steady himself. A true friend preventing him from biting the tile on the floor. Aww. Tina was amazing. “Yes. I’m ridiculous and I don’t care.” The broad, dopey grin he gave her backed that up. There was no shame in enjoying his seating choice. None whatsoever. An arm wrapped lazily around her as he listened–laughing when she insinuated they should miss one of the best rides in the park as to not clue in the others who weren’t included in this excursion. “We are not skipping Splash Mountain. They’re just going to have to wonder,” their foreheads touched and he gave the edge of her nose a tap with his, “I can’t wait. We need this.” He needed this and–thankfully–he has some amazing friends who agreed to his crazy idea. Leaning back up–a small smile curved the corners of his lips. “Should we go find Sam? Maybe we can stop by Breadstix and finish up our plans? Grab some dinner? My treat!”
“The thought of using that shiny, reflective, hard surface you call hair to your advantage has never crossed your mind? Oh, ma cherie. Obviously Throat Explosion is at a much higher level, artistically, but we both already knew that.”
He looked down at Blaine, quite literally, smiling down evilly at his shorter competitor. Jean couldn’t wait to show the New Directions what his show choir had to offer. He wanted to take them down.
“You think you stand a chance that’s precious. And I’m from Montreal. I’m French Canadian. You have read about me from the show choir blogs, no? I grew up with the cirque, all the more reason for you to be intimidated. I float across a stage. Might as well give up while you’re ahead, little bug.”
Ma cherie? Isn’t that how the French address women? Blaine burrowed his brows and canted his head to the side at that before blinking it away. There was no way he’d budge under the maniacal smile/grin/whatever Jean was casting down at him. No way.
“Why would I bother reading about you in the show choir blogs? I don’t think you’re that interesting of a subject to hone in on.” He read every article he could get his hands on about their biggest competitor. Obviously–a small fact of Jean being FAKE FRENCH (or something–Blaine was getting desperate for any kind of way to knock this guy down in his mind so he could speak without stuttering) slipped his mind.
“Precious?” Speaking of French? Blaine suddenly wished Sebastian was here. Anything to have someone with a sharp tongue to have his back. No such luck–he was going solo on this one. Only him and Jean Baptiste. Why’d he go for coffee? “I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s possible for someone with as big of a head as yours to float anywhere. We’re not giving up. OR losing to a show choir group named Throat Explosion. What kind of a name is that anyway?”
You’d think Blaine would’ve learned his lesson from the first game of Spin the Bottle ending up with him having his very first kiss with a girl who happened to be Rachel Berry. You’d think he would know to stay out of it this go round. Yet–apparently not. Here he was–laughing like a fool on the floor in his living room joining right in when Sam mentioned the idea. Wasn’t it some rule that there couldn’t be any observers in Spin the Bottle anyway? Sort of an all in kind of deal? When Tina’s spin landed square on him–the whole room went into peals of laughter than dead silence of anticipation to see if he’d go through with it.
All eyes were on them and he wasn’t ready to have to face weeks of trying to live this down if he backed out. Mirroring Tina’s neck rub–he gave her a lopsided grin and waved off the idea she did this on purpose. She didn’t–right? “Oh come on. It’s not that big of a deal and you’re making it way more devious than this was. I mean–it’s just a–. You know what?”Rolling up onto his knees–Blaine leaned over the board and shoved any nervous hesitation out of the way at the curl of his fingertips against Tina’s cheek to draw her in. “Ready..?” Letting go–he smiled that same, easy ear to ear smile he was known for as his breath ghosted over her mouth before he sealed their lips together in a gentle press.
perhaps actually listening to blaine speak was a mistake. he probably didn’t realize how much the question hurt her, but brittany sort of wished quinn and santana were around to take him down for her all the same. she hadn’t logged into most of her social media accounts and had traded phones with tubbs to make sure she wasn’t tempted to check in. and, to be blunt, because she was afraid santana wouldn’t be checking in on her. ‘she’s been really busy lately. college is hard.’ she bit her bottom lip and shifted from foot to foot. ‘do you hear from kurt a lot?’
Blaine noticed the subtle changes of Brittany’s expression and regretted his question. Even worse? It was selfish but there was a thought that if Santana might not be contacting her much that maybe how little he’s heard from Kurt might be normal. You know? Perfectly okay. Because it was happening to someone else and that someone else was someone who loved Santana as much as he loved Kurt. And vice versa. Yeah? Why’d it suddenly just make him feel like he wished he could take asking her back when he had to answer her as honestly as she answered him? Or as honest as what–definitely–sounded like someone trying to convince themselves what they were saying was as okay. Just like he was. “I–I–no,” he perked up and smiled but his voice was pitched, “He’s settling in–. Getting used to the big city. I’m sure in a couple weeks? We won’t be able to hang up the phone as usual. I’m sure it’s the same with Santana. We can hang in there together until then? If you want?”
‘oh, i haven’t listened to you talk all year,’ she admitted. ‘but then i see you in your little child sized pants in math and it’s sad. you’re like that sad little poodle lord tubbington ran over on a drug trip. i’m still paying for his wheelie scooter. have you ever seen a two legged dog? so sad.’ brittany considered patting his head but thought better of it.
Lord Tubbington what? Did he really make her think of a half broken dog on a scooter? There could be worse things to make someone think about? Like a fully broken dog in a wheelchair? Wait! What was he thinking?! Blinking and shaking the mental images of scooter poodles and wheelchair bound dogs out of his head–Blaine made another attempt at making sure she heard what he had to say. "Oh? No problem, Brittany. I was just wondering–um–have you..you know? Heard from Santana lately? I mean.. At all?”
“Hold it right there, Porcelain two.” Until she came up with a better nickname, that’d be how he was addressed. “What is this?” She picks up the envelope, holding it between two fingers. “I require a detailed explanation of the contents of this envelope before I even consider tearing it open.”
Porcelain Two? Well? He’s been called worse? Though he isn’t a fan of Kurt being called any sort of names–Blaine blinks the nickname away and awkwardly stands in the doorway he wishes he was faster getting to. “Does that mean I’m allowed to talk now..or? Um.. Sure. Mister Schue said he wanted to invite you to the New Directions next performance. We could use your feedback? See what we need to improve on or what kind of members we need to recruit before we get down to the wire?” Truth be told? He worded it completely different but Blaine wasn’t here to stir their legendary feud he’s heard about in countless almost-unbelievable stories. Staying on the sidelines of that would be the smartest thing to do.
Sam beamed happily and nodded, “Cool. Cool, cool, cool.” He laughed and slammed his locker shut as he pulled on his backpack and looked to Blaine, “We’ll only abuse our power a little.” He teased and grinned, “Awesome! This is going to be awesome Blaine. Who are you gonna cos as?”
Seeing Sam become as happy as he was about the whole idea only made Blaine’s excitement run so deep that he ended up grinning from ear to ear. “Is it really abuse if we end up starting a trend that lasts way after we graduate? I mean. This could become a thing. Our legacy.” Or one of the several he hoped to leave at this school after they were gone. Who knows if it’s happen. But Blaine liked to think it might. Following behind his friend–Blaine hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know. We could do a different one every week. I have to think on who I want to start it all off with. Who were you thinking? Maybe we could do a theme? You and me?”
“Your hair really is quite shiny. Is that an artistic choice? Are you planning on using it as a reflective surface of some kind ? Like a human disco ball? If you think that’s going to outshine me, no pun intended, then you are sorely mistaken, petit homme. I am ready to crush you, like a bug. I want you to know that, you and your shiny hair.”
“I–What does most of that even mean? No. I’m not going to use it as a human disco ball. Who does that? There’s nothing wrong with my hair.. Judging by half your teammates styling it the exact same way. So… What you’re saying is there’s no chance of friendly competition for the sake of two show choir affectionados? Okay. I get it. I guess–if you’re planning on crushing me..? You better wear heavy boots because the New Directions won’t be going down without a fight. And–by the way–if you’re really French? Where did your accent go?”
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m thinking. I will not hesitate to push you down the stairs if you so much as utter another word.”
Um.. Wow. Blaine heard the stories about Sue from Kurt and they’d encountered one another once in person–and she was odd. But? The tales always seemed far too outlandish to be true. However. Being threatened to be pushed down the stairs only two days into his transfer here made him question just how outlandish they truly were. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something–then caught himself and shut it. Dragging in a sharp breath through clenched teeth–the former Warbler tip toed to her desk and placed an envelope with her name written on it by her elbow then turned to go before he learned what the edge of a step or two tasted like.
This whole thing was getting out of hand and Tina lost it when Blaine said they’d bring Burt along with them. Once her laughter subsided, she grinned at her best friend. “Yeah, that’s probably a better idea. Burt’s pretty relaxed so he probably won’t have a problem with it.” She couldn’t help thinking back to when Kurt hadn’t come out to his father yet and Burt walked in on her, Kurt and Brittany practicing the Single Ladies dance and how Kurt said she was his girlfriend but they weren’t exclusive. Burt just went with it. The memory caused her to break out in giggles again. “How could I not notice? I thought this year would be easier for me to actually get to sing but it hasn’t mattered.” Tina sighed. She wasn’t sure that Mr. Schuester was a teacher that she actually liked. He played favorites just like Coach Sylvester but just not as obvious about it. “You think its bad since you’ve been with us but that’s only the tip of the iceberg.” It was great to look forward to graduation because she was done with McKinley, with the New Directions, with everything. At the mention of the pictures, she smiled. Tina didn’t want the negativity to ruin this for them. “Alright, let’s go find Sam and plan this out. Of course, he does. I’m not surprised.”
“We’ll find Sam in a second. First?” Seeing Tina’s sudden mood drop after her giggle fit brought Blaine springing into action because there was no way, no how this moment was going to be ruined by Mister Schuester’s lack of noticing how amazingly talented his best friend was. Or Tina doubting herself because some high school glee club teacher wasn’t giving her the credit she deserved. They were almost out of there. McKinley would be a thing of their past. But what would be? Was them for each other. So? He was bound and determined to make this trip to Disneyland the best day of their entire school year. Bar none. No if’s, and’s or but’s. Without a single thought–Tina’s lap was soon his seat. Blaine plopped himself into it–carefully–and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “First I want you to tell me how excited you are. What rides you want to go on and who your favorite Disney princess is. These are all important parts of our journey,” he nodded firmly, “and we’re not moving an inch til you do.” So said his refusal to move. Not even a little bit!
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