HE’S A LITTLE DUMBSTRUCK —- maybe because he has the initial instinct to eat his hair. ( was that as weird as it sounded in his head ?? probably. ) he nods after a moment. ❛ weird. quinn had some makeup that smells like peaches. i don’t get it. if you’re not supposed to eat it, why make it smell like that ? ❜
“I guess because it gets your attention more than perfumes or colognes? That’s what Kurt told me? Who knows? If you noticed chocolate right away? Guess whatever magazine he got that out of has a point?” That was the best answer Blaine could come up with. Poor Finn seemed to be really thinking this one over. He had to give him something to satisfy his curiosity before steam started coming out of his ears. “Peach scented makeup though? That’s something I never heard of.”
( sms : blaine ) Sounds tempting. ( sms : blaine ) We are talking just as friends, right? ( sms : blaine ) Because I really wouldn’t want anyone to presume that this is us getting back together. ( sms : blaine ) I know how some of our friends can get invested. ( sms : blaine ) Or, I guess, my dad. Who I’m sure will, too, be happy to see you.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Then that’s a yes? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Sure, sure. Friends. Definitely. That’s what I meant.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yeah, we wouldn’t want them thinking anything different. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
Especially Burt. He gets so invested in, you know, us. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
CONFUSION IS EVIDENT ON HIS FACE ———– ❛ is that—- is that smell your HAIR ? ❜ he’s not disgusted by any means ; kind of thrilled. ❛ it kinda smells like chocolate ! ❜ /
Finn wasn’t the only one CONFUSED. Blaine’s mouth opened to make a few mouthed attempts at words before finally stuttering, “Is that a trick question–or?” Until the smell was compared to chocolate. Laughter crinkled Blaine’s eyes at their edges. “Yeah, Finn. Guess it does. Christmas present from Kurt. I never thought my hair could smell like a Godiva store. Turns out? I was wrong.”
“Tomorrow?” His fingers lifted and wriggled toward the side of his head. “Starbucks.”
“Hey, Brittany? Can I snag a second of your time? It’s about the new glee club assignment. Don’t you think they’re all getting a little repetitive? I have an idea to shake things up a bit. Thing is? I need you and Mike to pull it off. Are you in? I’ll tell you all about it over lunch?”
The Lima Bean was filling up with students grabbing some coffee before they went home or hanging out with their friends to gossip about the day. Blaine entered alone, however. Leather satchel slung over his shoulder and his phone gripped in one hand. Hazel gaze drifted from table to table trying to pick out the girl who he barely knew until they were assigned to work on a project in Photography together. Valerie. That was her name. She seemed nice enough and even if they were strangers? Being assigned a partnership with some of the kids in that class would have made him want to pull his hair out by the end of one day. McKinley did seem to have it’s fair share of … be nice.
Instead of spending their after school hours in school, Blaine suggested they meet here to organize things and get to know one another. He’d grabbed his homework and hurried to the cafe as soon as the last bell rang. By the looks of it? He’d beat her here. Grabbing one of the last empty places to sit, he staked their claim on it by sitting down and setting his bag on the tabletop. There. They had their spot. The former Warbler busied himself by firing off a couple texts to his boyfriend while he waited for his new partner to show up.
Uh, yeah, okay. That wasn’t creepy at allllll to hear incoherent mumbling coming from the couch he just tiptoed past trying not to wake Finn up. It broke the quiet he was doing his best to keep with an odd string of barely audible words. Blaine wasn’t sure he could pick out a single English one in the bunch. All his efforts to keep quiet must have failed anyway. Judging that the boy strung out with limbs everywhere cracked one eye open in his direction.
Stepping backwards until he could lean against the doorframe between the kitchen and the living room and crossed his arms over his chest. One hand lifted a few inches to fan an ‘hello’ wave. Blaine kept his voice low as to not wake his boyfriend still sound asleep upstairs. “Um. Good morning to you, too, Finn. Sorry. I was trying to sneak to the kitchen. Kurt asked me over since your parents are in Washington.”
“I figured I’d surprise him with breakfast. Sorry if I woke you up.. Weird dream?” And then Blaine couldn’t hold back the chuckle that lit up his eyes. He watched the other boy joining the land of the living with a warm smile that stayed even after the laughter faded. “I think you might’ve just invented your own language a minute ago. Hope you’re hungry..“
“You’re just the person I was looking for,” Blaine smiled down at Marley as he approached the table where they were, apparently, the first two to arrive. “I wanted a chance to talk to you while things were quiet.” Thankful for the chance to have her attention before the others showed up and their usual chaotic lunch began, Blaine sat his tray down and took the chair beside the brunette.
“That song was really good. I’ve had it in my head since yesterday.” Settled in with a juicebox in hand, he turned to face her with a thoughtful squint. “You said you had more, right?” Shoulders hitched in a shrug and his bottom lip jutted out in a ‘why not’ pout. “I’d love to hear some more. If they are half as good as that one? They’re going to be amazing. I was thinking.. Maybe you could bring more of them to the auditorium on Thursday? No Glee practice. You and I could sit at the piano and put some music behind the words? If you’d like to give it a go?”
“Really? Legit, huh? Thanks, Puck! Can you, please, give that message to Kurt? I’m not sure he shares the same opinion..”
“Um..? Miss Rhodes?” Blaine’s quiet approach towards the piano where he walked into the choir room earlier than the rest of the class and saw the blonde woman curled up on the piano bench using a stack of three books as a pillow. Did she sleep here? There was about forty five minutes before anyone was going to start filing in. Except Kurt. Who was at the Lima Bean fetching their morning coffee they planned on sitting out in the courtyard to enjoy before class. Still. They had a good twenty minutes or more before he showed up. He shrugged out of the heavy grey wool coat he wore buttoned all the way to a navy scarf and bent to cover her up with it trying not to wake her up until he had to.
Curiously watching her from across the courtyard, it was easy to see the girl had something on her mind. He knew, first hand twice, what it felt like to be the new kid coming to school in the middle of the year. The first time was the worst. At least for a few days until the welcoming committee at Dalton introduced him to enough students that he lost that knot in his stomach feeling. McKinley didn’t have anything like that by a long shot. Lucky for him, he had Kurt and was familiar with a lot of the glee kids when he came here. The transition for him was more mental and a few personality conflicts that surfaced within a week or two. But doing it alone? That had to be awful.
“Hi.. I’m Blaine.” A brown, leather satchel came to rest on the concrete next to her spot onthe stairs overlooking the courtyard below. Blaine smiled politely before taking a seat. Slinging his legs over the ledge, he rested his forearms on the railing that kept them from toppling over and gave the students below a glance. Then his full attention was back on her. His voice was purposefully soft, as if he was worried he might be intruding. “I saw you in Biology. Are they making you introduce yourself to every class? They asked me to do that when I first came here,” he faked a shudder, “Don’t they realize by the end of the day, it’s just more than a little weird?”
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