TORRANCE HAD NEVER been to see any shows before. sure, she’d gone to see the club itself in performances, but she’s never seen a legitimate production before. back in CALIFORNIA, she’d seen a few local performances with her parents or on school trips, but a touring production ? that was a new, and exciting idea to her. ❝ that… sounds super cool…! i’ve never seen a show before, that would be INCREDIBLE ! ❞
Blaine blinked, jumping at the idea instantly as something to cling to that’d help push her over the edge of the jumping into all things performing arts pool. Seeing that she was on board with the whole idea? Only made him all the more excited. Maybe it was the freshness of it all. Someone without so much bias as the rest of the glee club had towards what they thought was amazing verses what they thought was eye roll worthy or boring was door open wide for the opportunity of enjoying things without all the buzz kill. Oh. He was going to have fun with this.
“Great! I’ll get the seats and we’ll make the plans! Until then? Practice. I guess the best place to start would be,” he shrugged giving a nod towards the hall as a gesture for her to follow, “what’s your favorite music? Song? Performer? No judgement. I promise.”
( sms : blaine ) I’m sure many at Dalton would beg to differ. ( sms : blaine ) Especially considering I did kind of make things pretty obvious. ( sms : blaine ) May you have hopefully learned your lesson. ( sms : blaine ) Maybe we could pay a little visit to Between The Sheets together after the wedding.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I caught on. Eventually. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I did. I promise. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
Once I caught on, I hope I made up for all your patience and frustration at least a little bit? I promise I’ll keep trying. ( mssg » kurt |unsent ) If you let me. Please let me. Please?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’d love to. I’m sure your input is just the thing I need to make a choice.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Finally. Or I’m going to drive Sam nuts.
“Look,” Blaine sighed heavily as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and glanced up at her from the seat in the bleachers he hadn’t budged from since rehearsals ended. “It’s not a contest on who should apologize to who first. I think you both owe it to one another to make amends and try to move on.” She wanted an impartial friend to bounce her thoughts off of and considering how lost he was in his own thoughts? Unique couldn’t find anyone more impartial (or maybe just to wrapped up in his own troubles to judge anyone right now) than Blaine willing to listen. Who was he to turn her away if she needed someone?
“Both of you are miserable. But the one thing I’ve learned about most fights in glee club? They don’t last. Not for long, anyway.” It’s the ones beyond this school that feel like they might never end. Mainly because as the days went by? Blaine was realizing they probably wouldn’t. So? Why not get wrapped up a little more in her drama if it drowned his attention on New York City for a while? He seemed to tune more into her with that thought. Even gave her a small, encouraging smile as he leaned forward. “Here, have a seat. Let’s figure out how to end this once and for all. Okay?”
Annaleigh’s body language went rigid at the feeling of the other teen touching her. She wasn’t used to being touched by others in that manner, so the sudden movement had startled her. She shoved his arm away harshly once they were away from the texting teen. “Don’t touch me,” she snapped. Her body language slowly became less tense and once she calmed down, she choose to answer his question. “If I’m being honest, it’s a lot different than what I’m used to,” she commented as she walked along side the other.
Blaine caught onto her stiffening up a step away from her shoving his hand off and snapping. His heart felt like jammed itself into his throat while his stomach bottomed out to a tangled mess inside the soles of his shoes. The shock on his face drained the olive tones of his skin a few shades paler and his fingers twitched in the air making sure she knew he wouldn’t repeat the error before he slowly lowered his hand to–well–probably best to shove it into his pocket.
“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to–I only wanted–I wasn’t thinking.” How about three sentences in one? “People have a habit of slamming right into or clipping you because phones and walking can be difficult. I’m just..sorry.” Holding onto his bag with his free hand, he picked up the lead after a moment’s hesitation. “I promise it gets easier.. Adjusting, I mean.” He never fully returned to how easily he smiled, his posture and tone more carefully cautious than any previous lightness. As soon as they were within three rooms near the office, he stopped and pointed towards the glass door. “Here we are. The one with the glass walls is your stop.”
( sms : blaine ) You didn’t realize a lot of things, if my memory serves correctly. ( sms : blaine ) I sometimes miss the Lima Bean. And I guess not having to always worry about rent or who’s miraculously going to pay the bills at the end of every month without us losing the right to decent cable. ( sms : blaine ) I definitely can’t say I miss high school. ( sms : blaine ) How’s the song selection process?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I have no idea what you’re talking about! No recollection! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I miss it a lot.. I just want this year to hurry up already. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Undecided so far. I can’t seem to get my focus around which one I like best. I’m sure I’ll pick sooner or later. 😛
Annaleigh was honestly glad to hear that. “Really?” She asked her voice filled with surprise. The teenage girl started to follow her new acquaintance. “Yes. You’re correct. I haven’t been going to school here for very long,” she replied. Actually, this was the first school she’d ever been to, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Few more hallways and you were so close,” he grinned teasingly as he motioned for her to veer right with a hand gently placed on her back to guide them both around someone who was too busy texting to watch where they were walking. That earned them a huff and a shake of his head that broke away into a lighthearted enough chuckle. “It’s like walking and chewing bubblegum. Some people just aren’t meant to do them together,” he shrugged haplessly–a general what do you do but roll with it, “And, yeah. I came here just after the beginning of the year? What do you think of it so far?”
A sigh of relief escaped from Annaleigh’s lips. She was glad that he was willing to help, because she felt like she was going in circles. “Thank you. I’m trying to get to Ms. Pillsbury’s office, but I can’t seem to find it,” she explained.
“Easy enough. You’re only a few halls away. You almost made it.” He hitched the leather strap of his satchel higher on his shoulder before giving her a friendly smile and pivoted on the heel of a brown leather shoe leading her in the direction she needed to go. “Are you new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. That and, well, the tell tale getting lost thing. I was there recently myself,” his eyes sparkled happily as they met hers, “So, no judgement. It’s a lot to take in.”
Annaleigh tapped the stranger’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m a little lost. Maybe you could help me,” she asked.
Blaine turned quickly expecting someone completely different seeing as how he’d been texting Kurt about meeting up. Instead, he was greeted by a face he didn’t know and that lovestruck smile he was beaming with was completely inappropriate. Blinking it away, he stammered to switch gears and then gave her a friendly smile as his shoulders hitched in a shrug. “Yes, of course. I can try? And it really is no bother. What can I do for you?”
Finn felt terrible to say the least. He was under the impression that his dancing skills were improving and he hoped that Rachel would be the last person he would ever injury with his not so smooth moves, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Now, he found himself crouched down at Blaine’s side, fumbling on where to put his hands, but he settled on the other male’s shoulder, assuming that he had banged it on his fall.
“I’m so sorry man.” He said, a gentle, apologetic smile on his lips as he looked down into Blaine’s eyes. “We should probably go and get you checked out, right? It was a pretty big fall your back is something you shouldn’t mess with. Uh… Can you walk?” He asked, offering his hand to help Blaine to his feet. “If not, I give a pretty awesome piggyback ride.”
Blaine heard the tales of Finn’s interesting moves from Kurt many times during stories of their past shared over dinner or random late night talks. They always got a laugh out of him because there was no way someone was that dangerous. Even if Finn was the embodiment bull in a china shop’ that was used to detail his more intricately unusual sort of moves. That said? He didn’t expect to experience just how dangerous it could be first hand. Maybe that’s because he always chalked it up to over exaggeration. There was no way someone could be that lethal.
Turns out? He was wrong to be so skeptical. Blaine leaned into the touch against his shoulder, seeking the relief from the ache it provided as he shook his head. “Not your fault. You didn’t do it on purpose. I think I can walk. Thanks.’ Tempting as a piggyback ride due to dizziness was–Blaine decided to keep what was left of his pride after defying gravity in a very not-so-graceful way and slid his hand into Finn’s letting the taller boy pull him up. A small sway later and he gripped Finn’s forearm to get his true footing. “You know? I’ve heard the stories but I never thought they were that bad,” he grinned up at him trying to make Finn feel a little less guilty for what was a total freak accident.
“OH CRAP! I’m sorry man, when I dance sometimes I accidentally injure people. I’m working on it… Are you okay?”
Getting a view of your shoes at the angle where they (and your feet) are way too high off the ground where you needed them to be isn’t how you want to start the day. Yet, that’s exactly what happened before Blaine landed hard against the stage. Instinct and quick reflexes saved his head, but his shoulder and everywhere else that slammed into the wood? Yep. That hurt. Mid-jump and Finn’s pivot introduced the much taller boy’s foot to both of Blaine’s just as he was kicking off to match the turn.
Gravity went topsy turvy! Then got it’s revenge. Painfully knocking the air out of his lungs before he gulped in another breath and blinked up at his boyfriend’s brother. “I.. Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay. Just give me a minute. Where’d you learn a leg sweep like that,” he pushed himself up onto his elbow and tried to make the other feel better by cracking a wobbly joke, “Was that martial arts..? Cause if it wasn’t? You might want to consider picking it up.”
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