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Sugar is cornered by a bully, but Blaine comes to the rescue. @sucrosemotta

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No matter where you go–far as the public school system, apparently–one common thread always remained the same.  There was always some overbearing, self hating, ignorant jerk who lived for making the lives of everyone around them more horrible than the one they lived. Just to make themselves feel better.  McKinley was no different.  Hell, he knew that coming here.  The school that let Kurt be put through his personal hell before his parents had to step in and do something about it no sooner started to feel like it changed and could be better–feel like home even–than he happened upon this.

Blaine blanched at the coppery taste of panic in the back of his mouth as he took the corner and saw one of the stereotypical jerks in his natural habitat.  Known as?  Up in the face of someone who wouldn’t be able to physically defend themselves if their life depended on it.  Tiny Sugar backed into a corner.  An ape in a letterman jacket towering over with his hand out was obviously waiting for money to be put in it.  He could barely see more than her fluffy sweater and the top of her head before his bag hit the floor. Even if his insides screamed in anxiety and his brain decided to play his worst enemy and put him in her shoes so vividly he could see it–Blaine charged forward.  “Hey!  I said hey!  Get the hell off her!”  A huge hand jutted back intending to knock him backwards but Blaine caught the jerk’s massive wrist instead. Half shocked, half proud–he blinked and felt a swell of pride steel his already unbreakable resolve. Sugar was forgotten and the sneering mouthed / hard set jowled boy pivoted around to glare down at him.  “What?  Didn’t expect anyone to have enough nerve to step in? Thankfully some of us are real men who think backing someone into a corner is a wee bit on the–”

That happened–fast.  Blaine felt his serious error of judgement when he defied gravity and went sailing backwards with his head cracking off a locker.  But unlike some who might’ve been stunned motionless, the much shorter crooner was back on his feet and a fire blazed in hazel eyes as he charged forward to the thunderous noise of Coach Beiste yelling out, “THAT’LL BE ENOUGH, boys!”   Her fist latched onto Blaine’s collar while the jock spat something about later and stalked off.  Hanging from the Coach’s grip, Blaine’s head sagged forward and his gaze met Sugar’s while he talked to the teacher that had him in a vice hold.  “I thought this school was trying to put a stop to this stuff happening?”  And could she seriously let his feet touch the ground more firmly?  His head hurt and this was getting embarrassing.

you would.

        “I have to say, January and December are my favorite
         months. I remember buying this calendar from this school,
         and I opened it up to find a certain half naked ex-Warbler
         being Santa and a crazy New Yorker on New Years.”

      “Tease me all you want, Mister I Traveled To Lima To Buy A Men
Of McKinley Calendar.  I might’ve posed for it but you had to make
the trip to pick one up.  Admittedly, being half-naked Santa and crazy
New York-New Years Eve party reveler isn’t something I’m going to put
on my college resume–or ever mention unless someone else brings it
up–but it was for a good cause so–.  Oh, just hush it, Seb and get the
grin off your face before it gets stuck.”

quinn.

                ❝ Gee, news sure does travel around FAST. It only took you guys a month and a half before coming to seek me out. So much for you guys and your constant preaching about how important everybody is.

❞

      “Okay.  Woah.  Slow down.  I just got here?  From what I know–which isn’t much–you’ve been practically broadcasting for everyone to leave you alone.  I get that you were hoping for the opposite but you can’t expect everyone to and not take you literally.  Look.  How about we go get lunch–more than your nicotine diet–and just talk?  You’re free to leave whenever.  If you still want to go back to glaring at everyone from the sidelines–that’s your choice.  But give me forty-five minutes of your time?”

you don’t need me telling what your breath already does.

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“You noticed, but you’re not gonna tell anyone, are ya?” she gives a subtle wink and a smile. “Kurt? I don’t think I saw him. Last time I saw him he was by his his locker,” she shrugged, looking at the picnic basket Blaine was holding. It was a cute idea, she had to admit. 

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“Nah.  I won’t tell anyone.  Bit of advice?”  Blaine flipped the basket open and fished around. Couple seconds later–he pulled out a tin of mints and popped it open passing her a couple with a sly grin.  A conspiratory whisper took over his tone and he even cupped a hand at the corner of his mouth leaned in like they were sharing super secret intel.  “I’d invest in these if I were you.” When she mentioned she saw Kurt, Blaine brightened up and sat the basket on the piano. “Good.  He should be on his way.  Hey–listen.  Until he gets here?  I packed enough food for four people.  Hungry?”  AKA: Need something to sober up with before Sue catches on?  Again?

Open!

kurt.

“I miss you, every minute of every day. I know that I screwed things up really badly and I’m sorry. I know what I lost and I know that I can’t be without you. I need you. I don’t want to be this jerk anymore and you are the only one that can make me a better person. A good person.”

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“You are a good person.  I don’t want to be without you either.  I hate this.  I miss you too, Kurt. That’s the point.  I have been missing you. Even when you’re right beside me–you’re not really there.  Half the time I wonder if you’ll clue into what’s happening. That’s the easy part to deal with.  The idea that you don’t realize it because you’re too busy, stressed, whatever. Because the other option?  You do know what you’re doing and you’re trying to push me away? It’s not so easy to think about because it feels like it’s working and I’m so scared that that’s the case.”

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miss pillsbury.

“Of course I’ve always time for you .” Emma smiled sweet.

“Thanks, I just–.”  Blaine tentatively stepped inside the office and took a seat.  Hooking his thumb into the strap of his bag–he pulled it off his shoulder and let it fall quietly beside his chair. “This might be completely out of bounds,” he tucked his chin towards his collar biting his bottom lip before a smile released it from the grip of his teeth, “but the other day at rehearsal?  I saw you crying.  I mean not how Coach Beiste does.  Really crying.  Lately–.”  Was he treading where he shouldn’t?  It felt that way but he couldn’t help offering her an ear if she needed one. “You seem sad a lot–and I was curious if you just–ah–needed to talk?”

quinn.

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                ❝ I’d apologise about the piano fiasco, but I feel like I was doing everybody a FAVOUR.

❞

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      “You don’t need to apologize to me for it but–thanks?  Uhm–love the hair?  Kurt told me about the new you. Quite a shocker seeing it in person though.”

miss rhodes.

“I don’t think anybody’s gonna notice. I’m not worried.”

“If no one was going to notice?  Technically, I wouldn’t have noticed.  But since you’re not worried?  Have you seen Kurt anywhere?  We were supposed to meet here for lunch but I’m early.  Was hoping to surprise him with,” he lifted a picnic basket that dangled from three fingers and swung it back and forth a bit. Letting the oddness go–he gave her a proud, excited grin instead.

meme continuation.  @tinawithtwocees

Blaine was way excited to get their day started.  First? A pitstop to fuel up on coffee.  After that? A drive to Cincinnati to go do some real shopping.  When Tina’s mom let him into the house–he dashed up the stairs and grabbed hold of the door handle.  Unknowing that he was about to make a huge mistake–again–with Tina Cohen-Chang.  He flung open the door, scurried into the room–and!!  “Hey, T!  I hope–!”  Was that?  Was she?  Did he just walk in–yeah he did!  “OH GOD!”  His hand immediately jerked to cover his eyes.  An abrupt turn that was supposed to be an exit was foiled by the pitch black of his palm and squeezed tight eyes and he bounced off the door instead–with his face.  “Ooow.”  Without thinking–he grimaced over his shoulder at her. Oh! Yeah!  Mostly naked Tina in a blanket!   His eyes went wide in a silent scream of an apology this time before he covered them again.  “Sorry!  Sorry!!!”  Right back out the door he went–you know–after he managed not to slam into it a second time.

miss pillsbury.

“Hey Blaine.. good to see you again.” she smiled.

“Good morning, Miss Pillsbury.  It’s good to see you, too.  Do you have a minute?  Or are you busy,” he asked while gently drumming his fingers against the strap of his satchel.  “I can come back another time if you have an appointment.”