“What’s going on, B?” Tina was curious about what Blaine wanted so she put down her book and looked at her best friend. “Oh so this Sam’s big idea, is it? I don’t know it that should worry me or not. I think you are particularly vulnerable to that.” She smirked at him. “So LA huh? What did the two of you have in mind?” Tina was going to get the details before she agreed to anything because she knew the two of them.
“Sort of. I mean–I can resist the puppy dog eyes if,” Blaine was trying his best to downplay how he was absolutely, one hundred percent easily convinced any time the blonde in question put on his best pout and wide eyed stare. He could stand his ground whenever he wanted! Seriously! His mouth moved without words coming out and soon–Blaine himself–had his own poutful frown he had to blink out of at the realization that maybe he wasn’t so Sam Proof. “Anyway! As I was saying! What if we make a pact that we sneak away for a day trip together? We were thinking–and I know you’re going to love this–Disneyland?”
“Queen T? Before you ask me if I’m crazy and decline what I’m about to propose? Remember. This is Sam’s idea and I couldn’t say no if I tried. Okay–I tried once and then he did the eye thing and there’s no human defense to Sam’s deadly pout ability. Plus! How many times in our lifetimes will we be in Los Angeles together?”
she had considered speaking, or trying to anyway – but quickly decided against it. blaine seemed to be enjoying her company, and she was not about to jeopardize that. nobody, besides some of the staff members of course, knew norma’s reasoning behind her silence. at the last school she had been to, word spread fast and she quickly decided that being the girl who never spoke was better than being the girl who was picked on relentlessly for not being able to. her thumb ran over the strap of her bag as the two of them walked, using her other hand to dismissively wave off his thanks with a soft shake of her head, clearly happy to provide the company. she looked to him as he introduced himself and nodded, pausing a moment before she wrote on a new page of her notepad. – you’re in the glee club, right? –
The halls were relatively empty seeing as how most people were in class or in the library on their study hour. Cutting out for a soda wouldn’t get them into trouble, right? Blaine figured not with the teachers busy and them minding their own business. They could go back in a few minutes and no one would be any the wiser. Perfect plan! See? Leaning over as he saw her write–Blaine read her question and brightened up considerably. His expression shifted from his polite smile to an excited, happy grin. “Yeah. I am. All my friends are. I know some people might not think it’s that cool but–,” he gave her a quizzical look complete with burrowed brows and pursed lips that spread into an inviting smile, “You should come listen to us sing sometime. You’re always welcome to. What do you do here? Do you belong to any clubs?”
Nick grinned. “Yes, I did. It will make my life crazier but I can handle it.” He said. Sometimes he was even ahead on all his Dalton assignments. He had a perfect grade point average, got high scores on the Ohio graduation tests. He had always been a smart guy but now is when it really mattered. “Well I think I have officially decided. I want to help people, always have. I am
seriously considering med school to become a doctor.” Nick gave him a smile. “I will do it for fun, but I have no interest in starting a career in music.”
“You’d be a great doctor, Nick. Especially a pediatrician,” Blaine hummed lowly as he stuck one arm out from his blankets and wiggled his fingers around until he was able to latch onto the bend of Nick’s armrest. A mind-numbed tug gestured for him to scoot closer and Blaine wouldn’t be satisfied until he did. Just close enough to snag Nick’s hand palm to palm for something to hang onto. “Singing for fun is fine. I just want to make sure the world doesn’t lose your voice. I’m going to New York City. One more year and then–. I never wanna stop singing. Or being around music. As long as I have that? Things like this just don’t seem impossible to overcome,” he smiled but his eye closed sometime during his rant. His thumb traced the soft skin covering Nick’s wrist. “I’ll fix Sebastian,” a yawn pinched his eyelid tight, “As long as no one does anything rash. Okay?” Excuse the rambling. AKA: Blaine’s way of warding off sleep that wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Least it is a valiant try?
The more she thought about it the more Mr. Shue reminded her of Mr. Matthew’s from that silly tv show she’d never admit to watching. The lesson ALWAYS related to something someone in the group – or multiple – was dealing with. And it wasn’t ironic – typically. It was typically a good thing though since they got to deal with things through something they were passionate about.
“I know, me too. But relevant is probably the SAFEST one.” Kelsey let out a light giggle as she picked at her food a little more nibbling on a forkful every now and then. They didn’t need to get started on that topic. They BOTH knew where that would go – probably. Somethings were better left unsaid or at least implied. Especially when you could understand the implication without it being mentioned.
“Can only hope.” The nearly sarcastic statement came from the teens lips without any thought before she spoke. That was the way she USUALLY approached things but she’d been watching herself a bit to THINK first. Sometimes her words got her into trouble so it was a habit she was trying to break but somethings people really didn’t think much when having a conversation. A smile crept across Kelsey’s face at the offer. “You bet!”
“Perfect,” Blaine grinned as he climbed out of the bench while munching on one last piece of a carrot from his half eaten salad. The rest of it was left as a place to toss his fork and napkin after he dabbed his mouth just in case. “I just want us to sing together as a group this week,” he swallowed down some more water and quickly tossed his garbage in a nearby can.
“After all the fighting each other and the drama it’s brought along?” Not that he should be one to talk. There were several Battle Royals that he was a part of. BUT! They were getting a bit old and Sectionals wasn’t going to wait for any more of their internal bickering. It’d just deliver the trophy to the Warblers while they fell apart at the seams because only half of them were working together. There was a time for competition among them and then there was a time to look at the bigger picture and pull together. That time was about two weeks ago.
“I think we need to remember why we’re all here and love this group so much. So? Today? I’m serious. If anyone starts to even think about stirring the pot? You and I are going to take over and sing something so appealing to all their inner sappy selves–they don’t stand a chance against joining in.” Blaine flashed her a devious, scheming grin and took the corner towards the corridor that lead to the auditorium. “If you don’t mind me putting you on the spot?”
Nick was almost to the door when Blaine called him back in. He turned around. “I guess I have a few more minutes.” He agreed and came back closer. Part of him wished he didn’t come at all, but the bigger part was glad he did. He took a deep breath and sat down. He figured it might be a better idea to get Blaine’s thoughts off the subject. He didn’t know how to at first. “So, not sure if you heard but I am starting to get a few college credits online. So when I do manage to go to NYU or wherever I go… I will already be pretty ahead.” He said to Blaine with a smile. He was still on the young side, but it wasn’t unheard of.
Sighing in relief as Nick turned around and returned back to the chair beside the bed–Blaine let his head fall to rest against the pillows. Tired but not tired enough to go to sleep alone, he squirmed around until he was snuggled up under the blankets and on his side facing him. By the time he was settled? Blaine was just a ball of sheets and blankets with his head poking out. Noticing that Nick changed the subject–Blaine let him and was honestly thankful for the switch. If he thought about tonight any more? Sleep wouldn’t be a remote possibility unless the painkillers won out. Which they might anyway. “You did, Nicky? That’s great! I’m really proud of you. What are you thinking of as a major? Decide yet? Please tell me you’re going to keep singing. Your voice is too good to stop all together. Even if you decide on something else.”
“Apparently not. I really don’t know that much, I try to stay out of drama as much as possible. You know me Blaine.” Nick sighed. “But honestly? This is the first time something this bad has ever happened to the Warblers. It is taking a long time to fully comprehend anything that has happened.” He looked at Blaine sadly. When Nick answered his question he sighed. “okay.” He replied, wanting to say “good” but everything is not good. This is not how things should be. He nodded. “I wont say anything, promise. And you know me, Blainers. I KEEP my promises.” He said, looking at his phone to see the time. “I probably should get going. The nurses said I had like 10 minutes until visiting hours were over when I passed them.” He sighed, getting up from the chair that was next to Blaine’s bed.
“I know you do,” but he couldn’t hide the relief that showed clearly when Nick promised he wouldn’t tell on Sebastian. Blaine wanted to handle things first for a number of reasons. The main one being Sebastian’s homelife put aside? He had questions for Sebastian that he wanted answered himself. Not from parents or authority figures. Worse yet? The police. He was already getting ready to lie to them once he was told that after he rested they’d be there to get a statement. The idea of talking to them? It hit too close to memories of the past he’d fought hard to put away. And still–on quieter nights–had the uncanny ability to sneak up and catch him off guard enough to make a sliver of panic creep back in with the memory that’d play out before he could put a stop to it. Tonight? It’d done it twice. Like that night was waiting with a vengeance for a chance to be remembered. This time? He planned on lying to them. Which made Nick’s and the other Warblers silence crucial. “Nick? Wait–sit down. A few more minutes won’t hurt–right?”
He didn’t hear Finn coming into the locker room where he was hunched on the bench, forearms propped across his legs and using all his concentration to force his hands to stop shaking. A decent sized bruise ran up his neck. Upon closer inspection the blotchy colors were made up of four individual marks about as far apart as fingertips. Nothing a high collared shirt and a bowtie wouldn’t cover up. Which he planned on doing after a shower. Hearing the question–he bolted upright and tugged his jacket collar higher. “Finn,” nothing like a smile to cover how rattled he was–right? “Just a sparring match that got a out of hand,” he lied, “Nothing to worry about.”
@samevvns said:“i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
Blaine caught himself with one palm against the stage a day late and a dollar short. With a heavy bounce and a sharp yelp–he was on his knees with his eyes squeezed shut. A literal blinding flash of pain instantly shot from temple to temple feeling like it burned all the way through his brain once he landed. All he could see was a burning white and stars.
“Sam,” he didn’t particularly like the faint whimper he heard in his voice so he tried to cover it with a laugh that managed to make his head hurt worse. Probably should sit still? Not jar himself around with laughing like an idiot. ‘I got you. It’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay,’ his best friend was right beside him and Blaine dreaded opening his eyes but cracked them a sliver anyway. “It’s only a headache–. Give me a minute. I’m fine,” no he wasn’t, “I promise–.”
@samevvns said: “i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“Because everyone makes mistakes, Sam.” Blaine leaned in against his elbows and studied the blonde closely. The way Sam was tearing himself up wasn’t fair. Not over something so small in the grand scheme of things. If they were counting mistakes as a means of judging who you are as a person? Blaine would consider himself bottom-of-the-barrel. And it was Sam who was doing his best to build him up. Now it was Blaine’s turn to return the favor. “You’re such a good person. One of the best. We’re not leaving this room until I am sure you believe it.”
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