[ UNSENT → ALFALFA ] : I’m too hungover for this [ SENT → ALFALFA ] : Listen, Alfalfa, you think you’re miserable now? I can make your life a living hell. [ SENT → ALFALFA ] : One last chance to delete and forget. Because I won’t. [ SENT → ALFALFA ] : I understand it must be difficult to think with all the hair gel causing your skull to cave in, but I think you’ll come to the right decision.
( mssg » miss july | sent) They’re deleted. ( mssg » miss july | sent) Enjoy your day. I’m sure it’ll be as amazing as you are.
( mssg » miss july | sent) Are you sure? ( mssg » miss july | sent)
I mean. ( mssg » miss july | sent) You should hear some of these. ( mssg » miss july | sent)
There’s a couple that are ringtone-worthy amazing. ( mssg » miss july | sent)
( mssg » santana | sent) Guess where we are going next Friday? ( mssg » santana | sent) By we, I mean you and me? ( mssg » santana | sent) Courtesy of June.. You and I have full passes, everything included to The Red Door Spa. They were a gift for her and she’s too busy. So she gave them to me while we were at lunch. ( mssg » santana | sent)
I think you could use a self care day. ( mssg » santana | sent)
It was a spring of the moment, a little surprise trip to go to New York and surprise a few of her friends. Well, needless to say, most of her friends lived in New York and Tina was sometimes a little lonely at Brown. So, what does the brown-haired girl do? Well, she hopped in a plane to travel to New York City, where she knew she would be welcomed with open arms. Blaine and Kurt’s apartment, of course!
It seemed simple enough, show up, unannounced and surprise two of her close friends. Boy, was she in for it! The two boys welcomed her in and let her crash on the couch, but did she mind? No, because it was a comfortable, yet stylish couch, probably Kurt’s doing.
She spent days with the Hummel-Andersens, enjoying every last second she had in the city with the boys. She let them take her to all the best shopping places as well as try to see a show.
It was early morning when Tina felt another body close to her, it felt like someone was trying to spoon her while she was getting some beauty rest in. Then, she heard the soft voice and she knew who was. It was none-other than Blaine Anderson, snuggling up to her on the couch, trying to steal her warm heat. She cracked a big smile as she heard his words, because she knew in her heart that she would miss being with Blaine. The last few days she spent with him and in a matter of hours, she would have to go back to Rhode Island. The brown-haired girl pushed away the sad thoughts before feeling Blaine hold her closer. She whispered back to him, just enough so he could hear her before they both dozed off, “I’m going to miss you more Blaine.”
Hearing Tina whisper back, Blaine smiled and pressed his forehead against the nape of her neck. “You know what’s crazy,” he continued to talk even as she drifted off keeping his voice a notch above a whisper as to not disturb her drifting away, “I’d totally steal you away and plop you into NYU with me if I could. Selfish as it is. Brown’s a great school but it’d be great to have you here.” His feet tangled with hers and the blanket was pulled up snuggly around their shoulders. Once they were warming up, his arm wrapped back around her and he held her gently but with her back pressed tight against his chest.
Rhode Island wasn’t that far away. They needed to see each other more. “I’ll visit next time. Way sooner than this,” he promised as he sank back into sleep along with her. They had the better part of the morning and afternoon. Another hour before the alarm went off and woke Kurt up wouldn’t hurt.
Kurt’s ‘awwww’ roused him first, an eye slit open and he looked up to see Kurt’s phone in his hand and an ear to ear grin plastered on his face. ‘I’ll text it to you both later,’ he wriggled the phone and bent down giving Blaine a kiss to his forehead before promising to return after a shower.
Left alone to wake her up, he nudged the back of her knee gently. “Hey, sleepyhead. Wanna wake up? I think we need to get some lunch before you disappear. I know the greatest spot.”
‘’ —— you realize being single for what is possible the WORST holiday of them all isn’t the end of the world,
right?‘’ personally, she’s never been much into the idea of valentine’s day ——
everything about it, from the flowers to the social media declarations of love
to the sad, mopey single people just seems so —— F A K E, if you ask the girl.
so it’s needless to say that she had no intentions of wallowing, and no
complaints about spending the time alone. still —— ‘’ —— i suppose i could
make TIME for that, though.‘’ it’s not like she really has
anything more interesting planned. and fingers are reaching out to grab the
coffee, taking a small sip before continuing on, the words accompanied by a
pointed gaze. ‘’ —— but you better
not start CRYING halfway through about how no one will e v e r love you and how you might as
well just start adopting cats now.‘’
“Valentine’s Day isn’t the WORST holiday of them all. What about Columbus Day? That one is pretty insane to think about. Oh! And Groundhog Day where an entire country banks the weather on if a marmot sees it’s shadow? Thanksgiving is pretty awful considering the true outcome. Those are much worse than possibly one of the greatest days to spend with the person you love. If you have one, that is,” the last of his protest faded with a mumble that was directed towards his lap. Tangling his fingers, he pouted down at his thumbs as they went to war with one another. A protest that he wasn’t going to pay attention if she was only going to rag on one of his favorite days of the year. Claire had one of those stares that you could feel jab into the side of your head and demand nothing short of paying strict attention to her. Blaine resisted the urge to look up for a few seconds (record time, mind you!) before folding. Sighing, his pleading look softened into gratitude for not being left to flail alone. “Thank you. I promise. I won’t dissolve into tears or start buying cat trees yet. IF! You promise to try to have a little fun? Even if you think today sucks? I’m a pretty good platonic date partner. Or so I’m told.”
Santana wouldn’t be opposed to sharing a home with Blaine at all, actually. She imagined their transition into being each other’s only roommates would be a lot smoother than hers was with Rachel and Kurt. She would never have admitted out loud, but she extremely LEFT OUT and alone when she first moved to the city, despite having two roommates. Rachel and Kurt were like a couple in their own right, and she felt like a third wheel for a lot of the time. It WAS NOT a pleasant feeling. As uncomfortable as their living situation was, Santana enjoyed having more people around who she could spend time with and almost relate to a little bit more, Blaine being one of those people. “Don’t tell anybody.” A smile crept on to her lips before she took a long, slow sip from her steaming coffee mug. Santana raised her eyebrows in surprise a Blaine’s question. She didn’t expect him to actually consider her half joking offer, but now that she began to think about it, she quite liked the idea. “Wow, you’d actually ditch Hummel? Are things that… Is everything okay with you two, seriously? I mean, I’d have no problem breaking the news, you can just sit back and RELAX. It’d sure as hell be a lot better than what we’ve got going on now. I need a bed. The amount of times I’ve been tempted to go and spoon Rachel is.. DISGUSTING.”
Blaine leaned close enough to bonk the sides of their shoulders together. A conspiratory grin tugging one corner of his lips up. “Not a word. I promise.” Then sighing, he deflated back into the cushions and chewed the inside of his bottom lip as he thought of every scenario under the moon that might happen if he approached the subject. The news could go several different ways. Hoping for the turnout where he and Kurt could have proper alone time with one of them having an actual room–Blaine blinked at the question that cut his mulling into an immediate halt. “No things aren’t that.. Yes. Everything’s okay. We’re just..in a rough patch. Mostly from the overcrowding, I’m sure. We haven’t been able to just be each other since I moved here. You know?” Scrambling to erase the notion out of her head that she should be the one to break the news, a hand came to rest on her forearm and he gave it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. “I’ve got it. No need for that. I don’t think he’d appreciate secondhand talk about something as serious as me moving out. If we’re serious about this. Are we?” Santana and Rachel spooning? The image was enough to make him laugh in spite of the seriousness of their conversation. A half-hearted smile lingered as he reached for the mug of tea he made for himself earlier. “Disgusting? Hey. I have it on official knowledge that Rachel is a great snuggler. It’s not that gross!”
Santana wasn’t an idiot. She knew exactly what the issue was, and it was a problem that she actually shared. Overcrowding. She never thought she would miss the days when she was only being mildly annoyed by Rachel and Kurt, instead of half of the New Directions. “There’s way too many people up in here. Even if we all had two apartments it would still be hell, and I don’t know which team I’d like to go for. God knows if Britt and I were together I wouldn’t drag her into the Misfit Brady Bunch we’ve got going on. You need your own place, then you can get down and dirty as much as you like. Until then, I’d suggest our local, Bushwick sex shop. Or, if you need a break from Lady Hummel, get a place with me. You’re pretty up there on my people I can tolerate list, so I wouldn’t hate it.”
Leave it to Santana to drop advice in his lap that felt like both a slap to the back of his head and a glimmer of hope. No. They didn’t need a trip to the sex shop. What they needed was room. That was a start. However. Breaching the subject with his fiance’ was more intimidating than it should be. Therein lies the root of his mood Blaine did his best to skim past. Pretending the lack of private time was his only concern? Seemed a hell of a lot easier to deal with than the revolving door of issues Blaine felt like he was watching fill up without any clue how to empty it. Jumping onto the glimmer of hope part of their talk, Blaine’s pout turned into a warm smile. “Wow. I am,” he lightly teased with the question. “I’m honored.” A place with Santana? The idea of not running into four people before he could get a shower felt like a far away memory he left back in Ohio. One he missed more and more each morning. Appealing as it was, he bit his lip and let a heavy exhale out of his nose that could only be read as hesitation. “Any suggestions on how to bring this up? I mean. If we were going to actually do it..?”
Santana settled herself on the couch in the loft beside Blaine, with two mugs of coffee in hand that she soon placed on the table. “What is up with you? Have you and Porcelain not been getting down and dirty lately? I thought I hadn’t heard your sweaty, man grunts through the curtain. As disgusting as you both are, you still need your stress relief, Katy.” Though maybe not going about asking in the best way, she was a little concerned about Blaine and how he seemed a little down lately. / @pianokeysandbowties + sc
Not having more than a half an hour without someone coming or going in the loft was starting to wear the couple thin in the patience and nerves departments. As a result? Blaine was getting a little more moodier than normal. By a little? Try a lot. But there was something underlying all of that truly digging into his patience. Because, as much as he liked to think of that as the only excuse? Their non-alone time was more frequent than he admitted to. Problem was? He had no idea how to bring any of it up. Not without sounding like a broken record. “Kurt and I are doing just fine in the bedroom, Santana.” Two beats after that lie, he deflated. Slouching and grunting down at his hands he rubbed together between his knees, Blaine pouted thoughtfully before mumbling. “I lied. We’re not. It’s more than that though. I’m just stuck on what to do.”
No. No. She clearly hadn´t expected him to come by. Ever since moving to her own apartment things had gotten a little…lonely. She might not have been over Finn´s death quite yet, and Rachel wasn´t sure if she ever would be, but moving and starting a new chapter of her life had seemed like a good idea.
The place wasn´t far from their old apartment, which was where Kurt still lived and most of the time they still hung out. Rachel made sure to keep herself busy though, because while living by herself was liberating in a way it was also pretty scary sometimes.
Today she had been home early from work and ordered herself some food from her favorite vegan place. Thinking she still had some time, however, Rachel had gone to take a shower and when she had heard the door bell she had panicked. Which was also why she was standing in front of Blaine, towel wrapped tightly around her body and hair dripping wet.
“Blaine?” She managed, almost a little out of breath. “Sorry. I thought you were my food.” Her lips curved into a smile. “Wait. Were we supposed to meet up today?”
After making a pitstop at his and Kurt’s favorite flower stand, Blaine took a leisurely walk the several blocks to Rachel’s apartment completely planning on surprising her with an impromptu train ride to Broadway. No questions asked. He missed Rachel Berry so bad. Their schedules were misaligned in every possible way lately and it didn’t allow them a lot of time to just enjoy one another’s company like they used to.
Today, though? Was a rare day where he had nothing to do and he was banking on the fact that it might be the case with her. If so? They were going to have lunch, do some shopping, and stroll past every theater they could find and toss daydreams back and forth to one another’s reflections inside marquee glass like they used to. Something they hadn’t done in forever.
“Hey! Oh..” Rachel Berry standing in the doorway in nothing but a towel and sopping wet hair was not what he expected. The stunned look on his face was quickly blinked away and he smiled, a little flushed but happy she was here (regardless of almost being naked). “No. Not your food. Just me. Sorry if I interrupted your shower?”
Swinging the roses from where he had hid them behind his back and holding them up to his nose, he inhaled their faint scent one more time and his brows shot up in a playful half apologetic, half pleading his case for accidentally making her run through the house soaked was well worth it cause pretty flowers and he was being sweet? “I brought flowers? But..uhm. I’ll hold onto them until. You know? Clothes.”
Her chuckle was dangerous, cutting through the silenced studio. He retained her undivided attention, and no one wanted to draw that onto themselves. She had almost been finished tearing this kid a new one, but that tone. As she circled him, she could feel his anger rising. He was making this fun for her.
“Oh, wow!” she said, her expression wickedly delighted. She wanted to see how far she could push him before he lashed out in frustration. Better for him to find out in class and learn how to deal with it than make her mistake out there. “You got some guts after all. Okay. If you aren’t homesick, what’s your problem? Or do you just suck?”
She was still coming for him? Blaine listened to Rachel suffer through her first six months with this woman. He should have expected nothing less than her ‘trial by fire’ attitude. But this? This was hitting him at the worst time possible and he was quickly losing whatever patience he was desperately clinging onto. If only out of respect for her position because she was rapidly losing it for anything else.
Blaine knew how people like her worked. He’d suffered worse by others who were better at it and far crueler. And also helped someone else do the same. A bully was a bully. Regardless of the wrappings. Or position at a prestigious arts school his family was paying a lot of money for him to be at to learn. Not to have a psychoanalysis done by someone who at one point? Was a psycho. Could you really say it was past tense listening to this conversation, though?
“I’m sorry but I fail to see how any of this,” he gestured towards the room beyond them by letting his hand fall free from where it was behind his back to gesture towards the room, “has anything to do with my personal life.” His tongue ran along the roof of his mouth like he was coaxing down the last bitter pill of tolerance he had left. “I apologized. I said I’d do better and it will not happen again. Can we, please, move on?”
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