She should probably clear out. That was the best thing to do, right? Get out before anyone else spotted her? But at the same time… she was really sore. And pretty cold. And her hangover was pretty bad. And none of that would get any better if she went back out into the cold. Speaking of, she held his coat out to him, shivering a little when she did. “I’m assumin’ you want this back.”
She bit her lip. Some coffee and a donut might warm her up enough to get going out of here before anyone else came in, though that probably didn’t matter since it would get around quick enough that April Rhodes was found sleeping on a piano bench. “Which way’s the cafeteria?”
“Hang onto it. I’ve got a sweater. That’s way more than enough.” Blaine smiled understandingly after waving off his coat and even helped drape it back over her shoulders. With her shivering like that and the hangover she must have? He figured she needed it much worse than he did. At least until she got some food and coffee in her stomach.
Blaine’s sympathetic smile told her the teenager probably wasn’t able sympathize with her entire situation. Cause he never really was in the position where he was forced to sleep on the piano bench in the choir room. (Not this one and not for her reasons at least??) Still! He knew what feeling like you were hit by a truck thanks to the night before was like. It was flat out terrible. “Right this way.” One arm fit itself around her waist and he made sure he perked up and smiled a bit brighter as he took the lead getting them out of the room and one step closer to food. “So..um.. Can I ask? Why the choir room was where you thought it’d be a good idea to crash?”
Blindsided with the most random statement he’s heard all day (and considering his current company..that says a heck of a lot when the day’s almost over)–Blaine hoped the odds were in his favor and gave his imaginary Rolodex of replies he kept on hand for Sam’s more creative thoughts a spin. Oh! Wait! Right!! What they were talking about earlier finally hit him. That’s what this was about? Hunter and The Warblers and the clip from the news that Blaine instantly wanted to throw up after seeing.
Sam walked in on Blaine giving the punching bag the beating of its life earlier. The chain rattled heavily, Blaine’s grunts gave way to pitched gasps for air and it wasn’t until a hand caught his wrist that he realized the other boy was watching him and whatever he was doing made Sam worry so much that the look on his face hurt more than his throbbing, now wrapped in tattered and peeling tape, knuckles.
Every swing was another punch to the face of the idiot that couldn’t believe in the boys who had more talent in their pinkie fingers than he could ever dream of’s smirking, if you want to come back to the group you left behind’s face. He just forgot when to stop. Sam wasn’t used to seeing him this disheveled and messy. That was his fault. Never should have let himself get that carried away.
Catching Sam’s random thought after minutes of silence and noticing the crease in his forehead that was a sign he was overthinking something made Blaine laugh over top of his bottled water. He looked down into the courtyard they sat above, their legs dangling over the edge of the landing they sat on and sighed deep. “Yeah, me too, Sam. Steroids though, not cocaine. But with how he was acting? I’m not sure anyone could really tell the difference.”
( text : blaine ▻ delivered) one year we may be blessed by an easter miracle and he’ll be at some business retreat in the middle of nowhere and we can scrap the formal dinner altogether. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) justin. timberlake. blaine. the jt! his people are way scarier than your people. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) i think we’re beyond the karaoke incident of ‘03. my trust has been rebuilt. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) it’s los angeles. people crash into things all the time. it’s like a right of passage. are you really an actor in hollywood if you haven’t fought a few perfectly placed trees? (the answer is no.) ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) we’ll see. he has to pass the cooper test. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) hey, blaine. listen. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered)listen. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered)L I S T E N. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) or read. whatever. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) as long as you’re happy, then who the hell cares? i’m not dad. i don’t give a crap about the prestige. just the fact you’re safe and happy. dalton. whatever school you’re at now that i totally know the name of but don’t want to say the name of because of those pesky fbi agents in the phone camera… they’re both schools. why the hell would i be disappointed in you making a choice?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Come on… Please? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Okay. I’m listening. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Um. Reading. I’m reading and listening. I promise. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) As strange as that advice was towards the end? Thank you so much. ( mssg » cooper | sent )
I know I don’t really say it a lot and our relationship really isn’t the kind where we have many talks like this..but..I’ve been really scared I might be letting you down. ( mssg » cooper | sent )
Or disappointing you after all that work you helped with to get them to let me in immediately.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) I only want to make sure that you don’t feel like I didn’t appreciate all of your hard work. Because I know what you did. I know a lot of it was your follow up. Your in person pressure. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I’ll never forget that. I never would have left if it wasn’t for Kurt. He’s been through so much. ( mssg » cooper | sent )
If this can give him one solid good year of school for once in his life? Saying no to that isn’t something I could do, you know?
( sms : blaine ) I was young. I’d really only ever had a whole bunch of straight neanderthals to work with. ( sms : blaine ) At least I didn’t make a fool out of myself in public. ( sms : blaine ) Or get anyone fired. ( sms : blaine ) 😘 ( sms : blaine ) You’ve got this.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m not judging you for anything. You were adorable. My only regret is I don’t have pictures of some of them. Because they were priceless. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Except, you know, in front of the girls from Crawford and a few stunned Warblers who were not ready for your level of sexy to grace their presence. You were lucky so many of them were just as distracted making sure they were on point that they didn’t notice. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey! That was an accident!!! I didn’t know he’d get fired! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) God. That feels like so long ago, doesn’t it? Do you ever miss that? How much simpler things were back then? I do.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) With your vote of confidence? I’ve ‘got anything’ I’m aiming for. 😘
❛ NO KIDDIN. ❜ a soft little chuckle escapes him as he crosses his arms loosely. ❛ i USED to be one of those guys in middle school. i thought girls loved it. ❜
Blaine cringed in over-exaggerated ‘sympathy’ for poor Finn’s middle school body spray mistake. Though? Didn’t everyone have those? Uh. Except him, of course. Totally didn’t make a fool out of himself like ever. Not even as recent as, you know, a year ago? He still hasn’t set foot in a GAP thanks to that one. Probably never will. Let’s be honest. No real wardrobe loss there.. See? Silver lining!! “What kind was it? Cause do you know how tempting it is to make sure you get a stocking full of it every year for Christmas now? Way too tempting. Big time.”
( text : blaine ▻ delivered) come on, now that we’re bored of the entertainment factor betting on how long it’ll take until dad expresses his disappointment, there has to be some new material. i volunteer as tribute. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) nda, blaine. i can’t break the sacred fraternity bond of being issued an nda. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) i suppose three heads are better than one… fine. you’re hired. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) perfectly fine. my head houses my money maker face, blaine. i protect it at all costs. no need to worry about the old noggin. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) well, there’s a brief lull in my schedule coming up and i suppose it would be nice to get back to my roots. ground myself, if you will… and i’d get to see this new school and boyfriend of yours as a bonus. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) i tell you what! how about i give you a masterclass on how to nail an audition? you can film my tape, observe the legend in action and then we’ll drive mom crazy for a few days. deal?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Come on. Every year, it gets shorter and shorter. Pretty soon we’ll be racing to make the bet before his jaw starts tightening up. You start talking about jail? It might end the game. Cause there’s no way either one of us will get a word out first. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) That’s no fair! What about our sacred fraternal bond, Cooper? I think ours is a lot bigger than your NDA? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Thank you. I promise I won’t let you down. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Good. Be more careful, please? I already worry about you enough as is. I don’t need your help making it worse. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Oh! Yeah! You do. Cooper, you’re going to love him. He’s perfect. As far as the school? It’s okay. Not Dalton. Not close. But it’s okay. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Coop? Are you sure you aren’t disappointed I transferred? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) A master class in nailing an audition? Sure. You can do that. I’ll help anyway. Besides. Mom secretly loves being driven crazy when you’re in town. Let’s do it.
If you asked him how he managed to find himself flipped over (or how anyone could be flipped over inside a freaking Prius and not break something–wow these cars really are roomier on the inside..) on his back with the leather squeaking against his shoes before he slammed both into the car door for footing, Blaine would..
Okay. Blaine wouldn’t be capable of answering a damn thing in his current situation. And the dumb-struck-in-love former Warbler couldn’t possibly be any happier about his “predicament” either. Even if they’d broken new levels of sacrilege (seeing as how they were in a church parking lot in broad daylight)–Blaine was on cloud nine. Halo broken, possibly forever and still yet, doing mental cartwheels through the gates of heaven with one touch of panicked hands that seemed like they couldn’t get enough of him.
He wasn’t the first one to make the move. Kurt was. That fact alone made him drunk with happiness. As Blaine curled his fingers in the wisps of hair touching pale skin behind the shell of Kurt’s ear, body shifted closer to pull him back for a second kiss? Kurt’s fingers snatched his wrist and before he knew it, his arm was pinned behind his back. The familiar weight of Kurt’s body was pressed to his and with a lift and a half spin? He was on his back, lifting up to press their mouths together in a needful, desperate kiss that he’d been holding back indulging himself in again since, well, yesterday. But no one knew that part just yet.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Hey, Seb. Sorry. Things have gotten a little crazy. Even by McKinley’s standards. Which sets a pretty high bar. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I didn’t mean to fall off the face of the Earth, though.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) How are you doing? Keeping out of trouble?
Will knew that they did everything they could, if not more. That was what got to Will even more. He looked at Blaine. He could see how much Blaine was trying to stay strong. He knew because he was feeling exactly the same way.
Will kept his eyes on him and noticed the slip. He nodded as he listened to Blaine. “Thank you.” He said. Will tilted his head to the side a little. “It wasn’t just me.” Will told him. Some of this was Finn as well. He looked back at the others. Tina noticed him and came over to him, hugging him. Of course, she knew. She had noticed on stage just before the results were announced and grabbed a hold of his hand.
“Yeah. You’re right. We all worked hard. Just. Thanks. For everything.” Blaine smiled awkwardly as Tina came over, his face showing concern for her as he looked the girl over. Letting her have a moment with their teacher, Blaine stepped away after squeezing Tina’s shoulder and giving her a peck on the cheek. Sam was in his sights. On lockdown. Worry filling his eyes when he saw his best friend’s shoulders slumped like all his air was vacuumed out.
“I’m gonna go change. Make us some dinner reservations. Meet me back at the hotel? Or you can come along.” Not wanting to intrude on Sam’s space if he needed a minute–Blaine stepped backwards and shot Mister Schuester another glance accompanied by a twitch of his lips that was supposed to be a smile and didn’t quite make it. This should have gone so different.
( sms : blaine ) Even when we’re old and gray… 👴🏼🔥 ( sms : blaine ) Not long until your NYADA audition. 🙀 ( sms : blaine ) Possibly. ( sms : blaine ) Though the fact your mind immediately went there probably speaks volumes.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Even when we’re old and gray.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I know. It’s crazy how fast it’s coming up. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I think I got this, though. Or.. I hope I do? 😨
( mssg » kurt | sent ) ….You know? It was a phase! An awkward, let me be completely mortifyingly embarrassing as I can possibly be phase. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Should I mention practicing sexy faces in your mirror to get even? Cause I will. Oops. Cause I did.
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