“Sebastian. That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about. Kurt has his quirks and routines. They just h-help make him the unique person..he..is..” Sebastian was doing that THING again. You know? That thing. The one where he ends up tangling Blaine’s tongue to the point he was sure if he stuck it out? It’d be in a knot. Or several.
Stuttering to catch up, Blaine swallowed and felt like his face had become the surface of the sun all in a blink. God, he hated it when he got this behind on the banter game. It was almost impossible to get back to Sebastian’s speed. Then Sebastian trashed his efforts with that name. Onethat made Blaine’s insides flip for reasons he’d rather not think about. “You really said that..? Put it right out there like that.. Just.. Wow. Right when I thought you couldn’t amaze me more than two seconds ago? You, somehow, manage to pull it off.”
( text message. → b ) so i mean it i saw a ufo. ( text message. → b ) i even got a pic of it. ( text message. → b ) proof. ( text message. → b ) [ 2839.jpg ]
( mssg » sam | sent ) A ufo? Show me?? ( mssg » sam | sent ) Wow! That’s weirdly pink, don’t you think? ( mssg » sam | sent ) I mean. That’s not what I was expecting them to look like at all. ( mssg » sam | sent )
Though I guess what better way to not start an intergalactic panic than to go for the least threatening color known to us mere humans?
⟨ text : blaine ⟩hypothetically, she’ll be fine with it. i know mom. she was probably wild back in the day. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ i mean it’d make some great conversation over thanksgiving dinner rather than the usual wishing for world peace and being grateful dealio. or a fantastic tale for a game of never have i ever. now, i won’t name drop. but i happen to know some very scandalous details about some of your favourite people because of that game. it’s about time i had my own scandal for the internet blogs. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ no. i was method acting when i managed to hit a tree. this was an unexpected bonus! ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ everyone wants to know how i broke into the hardest business to crack. you, little brother, are no exception to that rule. currently there is no ghost writer, but i’m working on it. asking the starbucks guy might be a good idea though. i’ll get back to you on that one. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ you’re missing the point, blaine. people in hollywood don’t order drinks to drink. people in hollywood order drinks to demand the time they deserve. the longer the coffee takes, the more important you look to everyone behind you. ergo, the longer i stay there, the more chance there is of someone wanting to offer me a role in, i don’t know, say, a brand new tv show pilot all about a very handsome man – spoiler, that would be me. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ now do you get it?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) I don’t think she’s got a rap sheet though! Try not to be the first in the family to get one. That’s not an accomplishment you need, Cooper. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Who have you sat and played Never Have I Ever with? Please, don’t make up a scandal. Or. If you do? Can you run it by me first? You know? For tips? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) ….You hit a tree? Um? When? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I’m not? Don’t ask the Starbucks guy! You put enough on his shoulders with a laundry list of a drink order. Ask.. I bet someone from Ohio would love to do that. You know? Get a chance to work with their favorite actor? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Right, right. How did I not think of that logic? Is this a hypothetical role in a pilot you were offered? Or did that happen? It gets sort of hard to keep track.
( sms : blaine ) Desperate times call for desperate measures. 😇 ( sms : blaine ) We really are a hopeless bunch. ( sms : blaine ) Perhaps I accept the challenge. ( sms : blaine ) 😘😘
( mssg » kurt | sent) They must. Though you just confessed that you’re getting desperate so I’m considering this a tie. 😉 ( mssg » kurt | sent) We are. I’m not even the slightest bit regretful about it though. ( mssg » kurt | sent) You do? Well then. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I’m on my way to the auditorium right now. Hurry up and meet me there. I fully plan on refreshing your mind on the events last night that lead up to you swearing your toes would never uncurl again and you’d have to replace every shoe you own. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Obviously it didn’t work since you’re wearing your favorite boots. Time to give it another go.
HE STARES BLANKLY AT THE GROUND FOR A MOMENT – brows furrowed as he really thought this one through. ❛ huh. i guess that makes sense. sorta. ❜ & just like that ; he’s satisfied. he hums softly & nods. ❛ it’s really sweet smelling. ❜
“Huh. I didn’t notice..” Blaine sniffed like he was testing to see if he could smell it. Sure, he wanted to make Kurt happy by using the gifts he bought and smelling good to your other half is important (though was he making a mistake all this time with his own cologne? cause it wasn’t close to chocolate scented.) but he didn’t want to go around smelling like a Hershey’s bar either.
“….A good kind of really sweet? Or a this is way too much kind? Cause there’s a BIG difference.”
“Did you know Tina has a GIGANTIC crush on you? Everyone thinks it’s super weird, but I think it’s kinda sweet. Have you not told her you’re gold star gay?”
“Hang on. Tina? And did you just say everyone? Yes, she knows I’m gold star gay. I’m pretty sure the whole school does. Um.. How do you know? Did she say something to you? How does everyone but ME know?”
Rachel didn´t like to think about the day she had heard about Finn´s death. She didn´t like to think about how it had felt like someone had ripped out her heart, thrown it to the ground and repeatedly stepped on it. She had never really lost someone. A grandma, yes, but she had been too little to comprehend it and this? This was entirely different. It wasn´t like she had necessarily been head over heels in love with Finn anymore, but he had been her person. Her first love. And part of her had thought that, maybe, at some point they would get it together and be a couple. Maybe it had been wishful thinking, and not the best idea, but it had been there, inside her head and heart, and now that this possibility had been taken from her she had no idea how to deal with it all.
She snuggled closer against Blaine then, letting him tangle their legs together. He had lost a friend too. Kurt had lost a brother. They had all lost Finn and while life had to go on ( Like the show had to go on, or all over the place, like Finn had always said ) it was hard to just pull herself together. She´d have to go back to NYADA at some point though, they had given her two weeks off, but she knew Finn wouldn´t have wanted her to fall behind.
She sighed as she buried her face against Blaine´s chest. “I love you too…and I`m sorry I´m putting all of this on you.” She whispered. “I know it´s hard on you too.” She stifled another yawn. “And you´ve been so kind. So thank you.”
“Please don’t think of apologizing to me. That should be the last thing from your mind. I just want to be here..” Yes, he lost Finn and damn it there was a giant of a quarterback sized hole in his heart that’d been there ever since he got the call asking him to come to the Hummel-Hudson house. But. Rachel and Kurt needed him more than he felt like he had the right to lean on them. His loss wasn’t any less significant. There’s really no comparison when it comes to grieving and it’s, definitely, not something to try and ‘one-up’ anyone over. It wasn’t anything like that. They just needed him and he made a promise to Burt that he’d make sure to be here if only to LISTEN. Whatever the two of them needed, he’d give it freely. And deal with his pain in pieces with them when they could take it. Or silently when he didn’t think they could.
“Of course. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Gentle, careful fingers began to lace their way through Rachel’s hair and his free hand scooped hers up to hold both against his chest. His pulse was steady and strong and there to give her something to focus on. Breathing deep, fingertips lightly grazed over her scalp and he sighed towards the ceiling.
Blaine’s fingers never stopped playing with her hair as he let his eyes fall shut. He didn’t need to open his eyes when he felt the bed budge next to him. Kurt was here and there were a pair of arms wrapped around him and one leg stretched over both his and Rachel’s. “Get some rest. Both of you. Breakfast in the morning. Don’t forget.”
⟨ text : blaine ⟩gif. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩she wouldn’t be too thrilled about her most handsome and talented son being behind bars either. or his really good and equally handsome and talented friend frank. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩i went to get in’n’out. then came back. it’s great material for my upcoming audition for the new fast and furious movie. living on the wild side. hit and run. ruining cars left right and center. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ every successful celebrity has an assistant, blaine. that’s hollywood 101. you can’t expect me to handle my own calendar can you? you don’t mingle with the other stars, you send your assistant to mingle with the other assistants. you’ll be able to read this and other tips in the book i’m getting ghost written. available fall of 2018. maybe. i’ll send you a signed for christmas. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ of course not. that’s the drink of producers blaine. everyone knows serious actors order a 5 shot venti, 2/5th decaf, ristretto shot, 1 pump vanilla, 1 pump hazelnut, breve, 1 sugar in the raw, with whip, caramel drizzle on top, free poured, 4 pump mocha. and the starbucks queue is a right of passage when starting your day. have you really woken up if you haven’t waited over 30 minutes for your coffee? i think not.
( mssg » cooper | sent )gif. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I’m pretty sure she’s not going to be very excited if you–or Frank–end up in jail. I could always run it by her in a hypothetical sense? See what she has to say about bailing you out? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) You know. Hypothetically? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) You’re auditioning for the new Fast and Furious? Hang on. You’re method acting your audition for the new Fast and Furious? Coop? Can you please not? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Wow. How did you know what I always wanted? Who’s doing the writing? Please don’t tell me it’s the Starbucks guy. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) That drink sounds disgusting. You could, I don’t know, always just go for some coffee? Milk, couple of sweetners? Could streamline your day. I’m pretty sure it’s a miracle that you’ve survived this long in Los Angeles if you’re making people wait that long in the morning for coffee.
( sms : blaine ) I suppose he has been spending an awful lot of time in Washington with Carole. ( sms : blaine ) I guess it’s a date. ( sms : blaine ) 😽
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yeah. He still checks in on me now and then when they’re in town. It means a lot that he wants to make sure I’m doing okay.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Definitely. You bet! I’ll see you at the airport. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
A mixture of confusion and excitement washed over her features, at Blaine’s vague proposition. It was rare for people to seek her out, if they hadn’t already gotten some of the heavier hitters on board, first. “You can snag a bunch of my seconds, if your idea is super good.”
Brittany getting excited only made Blaine get more excited. Now that he had her attention, all he had to do was make the pitch and get her onboard. Mike would be easy. Britt was the one he needed the buy in from. “Okay. You know how some of our newer members might need a little help if they’re not going to–as Rachel used to put it. Fingers formed air quotes around the phrase. “Sway in the background? We know that’s not going to be enough this year.”
“What I’m thinking is..you, Mike, me? We show them how they can actually have fun dancing. Not Mister Schue’s version. One that works. You in?”
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