❝You think so?❞ She looked to him for guidance, but she knew exactly what he was going through himself. After all, she lived with Kurt and they talked about it often. So she squeezed his hand in return to offer him some comfort. ❝What about you? How are you holding up?❞
“I know so,” he smiled sadly towards their hands. “You want to know how?” Blaine took in a breath that came out in a gust of a sigh as he rested his head against her shoulder staring at the bedroom wall. “Because I’m not going to let you fall without picking you back up and dusting you off myself if I have to.” How was he? His shoulders hitched in a shrug against her side. It was always better to talk about someone else other than himself. The easy way out but–it hurt less and she was more important to him than he was. “I’m okay,” a lie spoken in a hushed whisper, “I’m going to be okay. I-I just really miss him.”
Like life? She almost asked, but held her tongue. She learned long ago when to speak her mind and when not to.
“But how are we supposed to know what those things are?”
Blaine tapped the plastic lid of his coffee cup and bit his lip thinking over how he was supposed to answer her question without sounding too morbid or lecture-y.
“I think you know it by feeling. Whatever is the most important to you? You should treat it like it could be gone without a warning. People, dreams, goals. If it matters, REALLY matters, we should hold on and fight to keep it, them, whatever close. Does that make any sense? Or is it the caffeine buzz making me way too philosophical for this time of day?”
She smiled at him– a wistful one, but a smile nonetheless. ❝–yeah, I guess you’re right,❞ she admitted. ❝It hurts, but at least I don’t have anymore distractions from what I really want.❞
Blaine sat down beside her, one leg tucked underneath the opposite thigh while the other dangled over the edge of the bed. Both of her hands were gathered up and he squeezed tight. “That’s what you are fighting for, right? To go after everything you’ve ever dreamed about,” he sighed and ran his thumb across the edge of her hand. “I’m sorry it hurts but I promise it’s going to get better.” Now all he had to do was convince himself that the hole in his chest would do the same. Easier said than done.
It was probably the happiest he was ever going to see her. Or anyone else, really. Feeling the simple joy of being around a close friend who definitely understood her. Besides– the roses were such a nice gesture, and it was a great pick me up for the day.
❝Well of course I’m going with you! You know how I love surprises!❞ She cried out ecstatically. ❝But where are you taking me, Blaine? Can I have a hint? Just a small one?❞
One arm wrapped around her waist and settled a hand gently against her side guiding her away from the school and towards his car instead of hers. They could come pick that up later. Once he was done carting her off to ‘destinations unknown’.
”If I told you,” his nose scrunched up in an attempt to cover up his ‘I know something you don’t know’ smirk, “it’d ruin the surprise that I worked hard to pull off. So! You’re going to have to trust me that we’re going to have a great time and I’ll have you back before midnight. You know? Before the clock dings and carriages turn back into pumpkins, slippers suddenly come up missing but only just one. All that messy stuff.” He laughed happily and made a zipping his lips shut motion across his mouth. Nope. She wasn’t getting anything out of him.
She gave a small giggle at Blaine’s comment while she took a seat at the lunch table. ‘Thanks.” She added and began to nibble at her food while she listened to his answer to her questions. Her own mind wandering off slightly trying to pin ideas together on the circumstances of the week and how Mr. Schuester would base an idea off of them.
Blaine’s comment on the love triangles. She had an idea in her head of who he was talking about, until he mentioned that there were more than one of them. “God no!” She laughed. “I mean, not that it would never happen to me, because I’m sure it’s possible, but not yet. I mean, I haven’t got my eye on anyone, yet. I’m just happy being single for the moment since I’ve got my whole life ahead of me.” She rambled. “Plus, it leads to dramatic moments like this that require singing to fix them apparently.”
“So are we thinking like a love topic or breakups? I don’t know why but for some reason love triangles makes me think Taylor Swift? And I like never listen to her stuff anymore.”
Blaine decided now that he had company that it’d be a great idea to pick up his fork and knife and actually start getting through whatever he mindlessly grabbed to eat. It wasn’t the lunch’s fault. How could something so processed and gross add up to picnic baskets of carefully plotted out full course meals made by him or Kurt? This stuff on his tray was just rubbish in comparison. Maybe it was about time to start packing those lunches again? Even if they made him feel homesick for someone who wasn’t here, it was better than being actually physically sick from food that sat out way past it’s prime.
Kelsey’s question made what he was doing dawn on him when he heard her voice. He’d been sitting there, tuned out and debating menu choices two seconds into the topic of love the glee club came up. Sure as the cat’s meow snapped right back to Earth at the mention of love triangles or break-ups though. Blaine blinked and jabbed his fork into some spinach. “Break-ups? Nahhh,” he waved his free hand in the air near his cheek and burrowed his brows together like the idea was totally just--’nooo don’t be silly’–.
Break-ups? Why break-ups? Who was breaking-up in her opinion? God, maybe he should have stayed home. “I don’t think we’ve hit the Defcon Four that requires break-up songs yet. It’s going to be a Taylor Swift sort of week. One can hope! Anything but the 80′s hair bands we were singing last week. Not that there’s anything wrong with them. I could just use a break.”
“Thank you so much, Blaine. You’re a life saver. I just think it’s missing something. I don’t know what yet, but I plan to find out. Preferably before we have to perform it. I wouldn’t want us to lose because we could have done a better mash up.”
“You’re welcome, Rachel. I’m not sure what could be missing. Everything reads amazing and we’ve both worked hard on it. Sing with me. Maybe you’ll figure it out that way. We can try switching out some verses? See where it goes? You sure you aren’t just nervous? I’ll say it again and you should believe me. We got this. You and me. We’re going to win. No doubting them or us. I’m pretty good at guessing this stuff if you haven’t noticed.”
want a random starter? 📺 for me to use a line from the last TV show I watched as a starter “Bad choices. Make bad choices with me.” -Bates Motel @samevvns
In hindsight this epic break-in test run might’ve been a lot easier without the costumes. “Bad choices. Make bad choices with me.” Was all he had to say and Sam was 110% in for Blaine’s Master Plan of breaking into Dalton. Twice. They had to make a point. New Directions–and for Blaine he–would not be swayed by guerilla tactics unless THEY were the ones committing said guerilla tactics. A point that would soon be made after narrowing down the perfect route to take to and from the Warbler Common Room to the waiting car–still running–and to McKinley where they would be off scot-free with their beloved prize and dignity back.
Waiting til the weekend when most of the boys would be out or home? Common sense. Going in through the balcony adjacent to the spot marked X on Blaine’s map? Also common sense. Doing this for the first time in a suit that weighed him down and restricted his movement? Common sense, too. Cause how was he supposed to do it right for real if he couldn’t pull it off the first? That’s what he told himself. Jumping for the fifth time, a flush faced NIGHTBIRD grunted as he plastered a gloved hand to the back of his neck and squinted at the BLONDE CHAMELEON. “Make them with me-uhm–,” a booted foot lifted and he pointed at the balcony overhead that his fingers fell inches short of grabbing every time he tried jumping up to reach. “Right after you–,” he winced feeling his pride take a nosedive, “BLONDE CHAMELEON?” Blaine stood taller trying to prove it wasn’t a height thing it was a costume thing–totally. “NIGHTBIRD requests leg-up.”
Oh–! What a lovely gesture! Seeing those beautiful, vibrant colors all neatly tucked together. Although she preferred orchids over roses any other day, it was still so sweet of Blaine.
❝–oh, Blaine! That’s so SWEET of you! What’d I do to deserve something like this from you?❞
Blaine’s bright smile only kicked up an impossible notch or two when he saw her look of joy. When her eyes lit up with a twinkle? He knew his plan was perfect and bounced on the soles of his shoes beaming with excitement.
“Well, Rachel. It’s simple. I only get all of you for a few more weeks and then you’re off to New York City. You’ve been working so hard I you deserve a break. One that starts by distracting you with a bouquet of roses and then,” he ‘suspiciously’ looked around them pretending to check for witnesses. One hand cupped his mouth as he bent in taking her hand into his empty one and whispered. “I’m kidnapping you for an afternoon out. No if’s, and’s or but’s. You’re coming with me.”
( HALF HOUR LATER ) (TEXT; blaine ❤) Skipping class now, Anderson? Keep this bad streak up and before you know it you’ll be hanging out with the skanks, LOL. (TEXT; blaine ❤) Jkjk. (TEXT; blaine ❤) But okay, enjoy the rest of your day. If I’m not out-cold by then, I’ll try calling. (TEXT; blaine ❤) Love you, too!
“Being part of something special makes you special, right?” @devotecl
“That’s one way to see things,” Blaine smiled rocking close enough to bounce their shoulders together. “Or,” fingers that’d been laced together between his knees uncurled from one another and lifted to jester from where they sat on the dark stage towards the rows of empty seats lining the orchestra. “I like to think something’s special because we all add a part of ourselves into whatever we do. Philosophical as that sounds,” he sheepishly grinned then puckered into an embarrassed pout right after and let his head bow down. “Sorry. I just went Yoda on you. Anyway. What’s on your mind?”
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