“I am a very punctual person, if you must know. It’s five real time minutes. I just have to write down some changes to this song. And hope Mr. Schuester will agree with them. Well, would you mind reading it over? You’re actually versed with a piano.”
“I stand corrected. Perfect punctuality has a name. It’s Rachel. Uh–sure. I’ll give them a read. We’re making changes? What spurned this on? If you don’t mind me asking. I thought we were good? Have a seat. Let’s see if you like this version or the previous one I thought was great.”
( mssg » killer | sent ) I know. I understand that, I did something horrible ( mssg » killer | sent ) You didnt HAVE to answer my texts if you didnt want to, you know ( mssg » killer | sent ) I just wanted to check on you… And I also wanted to give an apology
( mssg » killer | sent ) What would possess you to think that was okay, Sebastian? That’s what I don’t understand. I know you don’t like him. I get it. Hurting him though? After our talks I never would’ve thought you had it in you to go that far. ( mssg » killer | sent ) I’m just glad it happened to me and not Kurt. Him getting hurt would’ve been worse. ( mssg » killer | sent ) I accept and appreciate your apology. I know you weren’t expecting me to get in the way. Still. I have to wonder if you’d be doing the same if you landed the hit you were going for. ( mssg » killer | sent ) See? I know I shouldn’t have written you back. Not yet.
[ TEXT; Killer ] Thought a gay bar full of hot men would keep you off my mind [ TEXT; Killer ] Yet here I am, hitting you up again [ TEXT; Killer ] I haven’t heard from you in days. Please Blaine
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) sorry, it’s been hard to text ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Being groggy and not being able to see has made that difficult. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) You know? surgery and all. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) i meant to answer your other texts but I’m not sure what I want to say yet. Didn’t think answering you would be for the best until that part was figured out.
(TEXT; blaine ❤) I’ll remember that. ^_^ (TEXT; blaine ❤) Supposedly it’s the story about Carrie Bradshaw’s younger years? Y’know, Sarah Jessica Parker’s character in Sex in the City. I asked Isabelle, but she was already late for a meeting, so she couldn’t give me the rundown. – And you know Ryan! The guy who bought my nonfat mocha as a reward for lasting a month at Vogue. He swears I’ll be obsessed with the aesthetic before the first episode even ends. (TEXT; blaine ❤) Awh, I miss you, too! You don’t know how many times I catch myself thinking about which coffee shop to consider our new Lima Bean. There are a couple candidates, but it’d be easier if you were here so we could choose together.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I hope so. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh! That Ryan. I remember now. I’m sure he’s right. Sounds like a show that’s right up your alley. I’ll see where I can find it at. I’m sure it’s on Netflix. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) We’ll go pick one out when I visit. Couple more weeks til break and I’m all yours! You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this. I don’t want to but I better go. The bell’s about to ring. I’ve been hiding in the auditorium through calculus. Better not miss another class. Don’t need to deal with that phone call home. 🙂 Call me tonight before you turn in? It’d be great to hear your voice. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Tell Rachel I said hello. I love you Kurt. Very much.
“Look, I’m sorry Blaine. I screwed things up big time I know but I want to make this right. Tell me what I can do to fix this”
“Stop apologizing, Marley. What you need to do to ‘make things right’ is to start taking care of yourself. I’m worried about you. We all are. Somethings off. More than blacking out. Isn’t there? You know you have people you can rely on? You just have to trust us first. Or me. Or–listen–whatever you need. I’m here. Okay?”
(TEXT; blaine ❤) Rachel and I are yoga buddies. Which you’d think bending into a crab inside our apartment would keep my sanity and help me sleep, but really it just gives me back pain and an excuse to use Ambien. Don’t worry, though. Besides my back, my balance has become impeccable. (TEXT; blaine ❤) I will let you know if my internal clock betrays me! Hopefully it doesn’t, because I really need to start watching The Carrie Diaries. It’s literally all Ryan can talk about these days.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) An excuse to–Never mind. Just get some rest. I’m so proud of what you’ve managed to accomplish there in such a short amount of time. You’re going to need to recharge now and then though. Don’t forget. Yoga harder. It’ll work wonders. 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) The Carrie Diaries? Haven’t seen it but I get why he’d suggest it. Which one is Ryan? Your social list just keeps growing daily! It’s getting hard to keep up. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Let me know if it does? Otherwise. It’s a date. The Carrie Diaries and all! ( mssg » kurt | sent )
“I know I promised to help, but you’ll have to wait five minutes. Please? I just want to make sure everything’s in order and then I’m all yours.”
“Is that five minutes real time? Or five minutes Rachel Berrytime? Because there is a very distinct difference between the two. What’s got you stuck? Is there something I can do to help?”
The confetti was still falling from his shoulders as he and the rest of the New Directions hurried down the staircase leading from the theater into the massive lobby. Bubbling to the brim with excitement from performing, he barely noticed when a stranger came into the mix to wish them luck. So? Said stranger found herself being scooped up into a huge hug complete with being rocked back and forth.
Polishing the whole thing off with a spin to a stop, Blaine cringed as he realized he wasn’t clinging to one of his friends. Annie squeezing him just as tight was the only thing that kept him from bursting into a massive apology for invading her personal space in thanks for her only wanting to wish them well. Pulling back, he gently held her wrists and smiled warmly. “That’s not normally how I say thanks but,” his nose scrunched.
[ TEXT; Killer | Unsent ] Im so sorry about tonight, Blaine. I never meant to hurt you. Ive been up for hours thinking about what I did. It wasnt until after the slushie hit you that I realized I was acting like a monster. I got so angry & then lost control. I need to know that youre okay. Please talk to me. Just let me know that youre okay & you never have to talk to me again.
It started off as just your average day at William McKinley High school, at least for Kelsey it did. Morning classes were a bit of a drag since she was never fully awake for those. In all honesty Glee Club was really the only thing that got her through the day. But hey, at least she had something to motivate her. Although she did have an amazing voice, at least in her mothers eyes, it was the dancing aspect of a show choir that had initially appealed to her.
Now her she was standing just in front of their usual table with her lunch tray about to take a seat. Her mind no longer focused on Biology, the class she had just had, but ideas of what the new topic Mr. Schuester might introduce to them. Not that it was easy to try and guess the topic, at least not very often but some were rather obvious. She set her tray down across from Blaine and flashed him a small smile as she took her seat.
“Got any idea on what the new topic might be?”
Most of the morning, Blaine was stuck in a rut. Projecting his usual out-going, brilliantly bright personality came easy. Not skipping a beat or missing a smile when one fit the situation or was called for. It was how he worked, right? Today was just difficult. Keeping up with the energy that was his nature so no one would see through the cracks and worry about him wore him out by lunch. Sitting down and eating wasn’t working out as he planned though. Most of his food was untouched or barely nibbled on.
Blaine snapped to when he heard a voice and greeted Kelsey with a happy smile / wave. “Hey-hey, Kelsey. Sorry, my mind was wandering off to New York City. Saved you a seat,” he waited for her to sit and leaned in to close some of the distance by resting his weight on his forearms. Blaine laughed at the question. Pinning down Mr. Schue’s would-be topic was either easy as pie depending on what crisis him or a student was currently going through. Or a total mystery to figure out. There was no in between. “There seems to be a love triangle going on. Or three? I’m betting we have our inspiration.”
“Eesh! You’re not in one, are you? Sorry about that if you are.” Did he just have an oops moment? It was hard to keep track.
pianokeysandbowties back up 