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Sebastian: They’re alright. They’re getting whipped into shape regardless. Oh, your team? The one that you left for public school? Now now, Blaine, I think they’re mine. 😉
Sebastian: Perhaps, perhaps not. We’re also friends, Blaine. Who said friends can’t help friends, especially for a little healthy competition?
Blaine: The Warblers don’t need whipping into shape. I was talking about New Directions since–. Wait. I think I got confused. You seem to have the knack for it. I shouldn’t have admitted that but I’ll go out on a limb and do it once.
Blaine: True. Just helping a friend. Nothing wrong with that. Ugh. Okay. There is everything wrong with it. I shouldn’t. Competition is the objective word.

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Sebastian: I could keep going but I’m gonna spare you for now.
Sebastian: They sure are. They could be a /lot/ better though. A bit sloppy, but that’s besides the point. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I have this peculiar little blazer that would fit the cute little frame of yours. Just saying. We’ve just got to pick our song choices. That in itself is /such/ a responsibility.
Blaine: Thank you for that kindness. They’re good! Admit it! Yes. They need some fine tuning but don’t we all? You be nice. That’s my team you’re talking about.
Blaine: I–. Song choices.. Um. Is it a conflict of interest that my stomach just dropped because I wish I could offer to help you out? Yeah.. It is.

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Sebastian: I wonder how much longer until the next time.
Sebastian: Really now? I never really took you as much of a top. Boom. Anyways, it’s rather well. The Warblers have never been better. Well, I assume since you were here. All I can say is McKinley should be a bit afraid.
Blaine: Who knows? Probably not too long. Oh God. I should have seen that coming. Why didn’t I catch myself? No comment.
Blaine: Of course the Warblers are and always will be phenomenal. With or without me. I’m sure they’re in good hands with you. Aren’t they? I’ll warn New Directions. Tell them we need to up our game if we’re going to have the slightest chance.

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Sebastian: You might’ve mentioned it a time or two.
Sebastian: Well, I’ve been on quite the Grey’s Anatomy kick. It’s pretty repetitive so I’m sure you’re much better than what Shonda Rhimes can offer me in this moment. Think you can help?
Blaine: Okay. Good. Just checking.
Blaine: I can give it a try. Topping Grey’s Anatomy is a tall order but let’s give it a go. How is Dalton treating you?

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Sebastian: Aw, it’s cute when you text out my first and last name. Well, you see, I’m incredibly bored. So I figured that instead of wasting my time away with Netflix I’d do something much more productive. Aka you. Texting, of course.
Blaine: Cute? Have I told you within the last couple of days that you’re awfully odd?
Blaine: Uh–what? Oh! Yeah! I’d hope talking with me could /possibly/ be better than Netflix. Though I make no promises. Depends on what show it is. 🙂

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Sebastian: Blaine, I’m in a bit of a predicament. Only the iconic Blaine Warbler can help me through this. More emphasis on the Warbler part if nothing else.
Blaine: Hello, Sebastian Smythe. Emphasis on the Sebastian part if nothing else? 🙂 What sort of predicament are you in? Anything I can do to help?

barry.

Barry was caught between trying to feel impressed that this had worked or to dig a hole, and throw himself in it. Honestly, he didn’t think anyone would call, it had been done as a joke, and maybe, just maybe– he’d been a little sad, and desperate. Jeez, that sounds pathetic, considering you’re suppose to be a hero– pft. At first, he had been worried that he’d might just fumble around with his words once he answered the phone. So far, so good, and hey-! Seems like he’s not the only one, judging from the other’s words, tone, and he’s pretty sure that the phone had fallen. He could feel his cheeks go on full red, clearing his throat a little. “Y-yeah, I mean, yes, I’m serious,” you got this Barry. Oh god, he hoped this wasn’t being done as a prank. And that the other person on the line wasn’t some creeper. It would be just his luck.

–Don’t choke again. You’re going to sound like a weirdo. Or an idiot making a prank that just had it blow up in his face.– Whatever one of the two was worse? Blaine wasn’t sure which. Though he did pull his phone away from his ear long enough to stare at and give the glowing screen a hard blink of disbelief. Hey–it gave him a second to gather his thoughts and untie his tongue from the knots the barely there conversation tied it in. He had half his apology on the ready by the time he opened his mouth to speak. But? Once he answered the poor man? Something else came out. “You don’t sound so sure. I mean. If you are–? I–,” it finally caught up that his means of excusing himself from this call had taken a turn that he wasn’t expecting. Why? Loneliness? Curiosity? Or the fact that when he dialed the number there was a small sliver of–what if? in the back of his mind he quickly pushed off into ‘that is so something I’d never do and I’m NOT doing it now either–just being polite, considerate..nothing else’. Certainly not feeling his stomach do a twirl and a rush of adrenaline make his veins feel cold and burn all at once. Never. “You know where I am.. You have my number. It shouldn’t be too hard for you to find me.” Oh God. Why was he dizzy? It was just company. Company. That’s all.

kurt.

It was getting tricky to keep things under wraps. Mostly it was the smell; Kurt had a variety of candles, herbs, and grasses under his bed, all for different purposes and combinations that made more.
It’s something that ran in the family, magic. Less secret worlds with wands(much to his younger self’s disappointment) and more rituals to swede the outcome of a certain event. Of course there were some things that came naturally, like moving objects with enough practice into the ability, or healing injuries faster, but everything took devotion. Kurt loved the practice, he did, but since moving into Dalton it was harder.

The smells, the privacy to keep it secret, neither really worked when he had a roommate who he actually got along with. If they disliked each other it would be easier- the lying, avoiding each other. Instead Kurt had to time it carefully and with the knowledge that he wasn’t fooling Blaine at all. Still, he got away with it until the day Blaine was supposed to be gone and busy and he came walking back in early while Kurt was burning a feather over a green candle.

Blaine was full of energy after an impromptu Warblers performance in the center grounds. They were done for the day but someone ended up humming a tune. Humming turned into actual words. Actual words became an actual song and from there?
Someone–it was him–goaded yet another out of everyone before Wes had to go and ruin things by reminding the Seniors they had tests in the morning. Not one to run out of a buzz of excitement so quickly–he practically bounced up the stairs back to his and Kurt’s dorm room wondering if Kurt would want to go get coffee. Like Blaine needed it. Probably not but not having Kurt around when they sang anymore? Just–didn’t feel like they were truly at their best.

Or–he wasn’t truly at his best.. Food for thought? A meal that had to wait as he stepped inside the room and—-? Kurt was over a candle, a smoking feather in hand and the room was full of a pungent, earthy smell that wasn’t terrible–oddly appealing even–just strong. “Sorry,” was the first word out of his mouth. He’d felt like he just interrupted something.. He had no idea what–but something. “I..Sorry..” Words, Blaine. Use your words. “Kurt,” he whispered his name as light as the feather in the boy’s fingers. “What are you doing?” Not those words!

propositioned in a bathroom by phone..that’s new.

Barry had honestly just written his number there on the few times he had managed to get intoxicated (thank you Caitlin and science), and was lonely. Yeah, yeah, it wasn’t his best idea, or smartest move. But he just wanted to have a little bit of fun, to unwind, and relax. Even ‘heroes’ needed that every once in a while, right? “Hi– um, no this is Barry I just kinda figured you might be a prank caller or something,” he lightly chuckled, amused at someone else’s ramblings for once. “It’s not really my thing, but I figured, why not? Might as well give it a shot.” There’s a bit of a pause between there. “— Why? Are you interested? I mean, if you’re not that’s fine. ”

Blaine had no idea what reaction he was expecting from the guy on the other end of the line. There was a chance he did it on purpose but there was an off hand chance that someone was playing a dirty prank, too. How long was the number there? Maybe he was just beating a dead horse here but he had to give the guy a heads up. A heads up that went in the extreme direction of the first option. Common sense or not? What he just heard was–weirdly–not what he was expecting. An eyebrow jerked up, his lips hung open and he stared at his reflection in the dingy glass like seeing his stunned expression would confirm Barry’s question. “I–uh–you–oh! Oh! Uhm–.” Why were his hands suddenly shaking? Why did the room feel hot and stuffy all the sudden? And why the HELL did he drop the phone in the sink?! Barry could hear a quick scrambling before a panicked voice. “Wait–Are you serious?” No! This stuff really didn’t happen? Did it?

barry.

Well, his evening had turned out to not be anything he really had expected tonight. But he supposed that by now it was best to expect the very, very unexpected. Again, Blaine looked completely horrified, like he had kicked someone’s puppy. But for the moment he seemed to have calmed down. Barry sighed in relief. He watched the other right himself, like he was trying his best to remain steady on his feet. with Barry near by, ready to catch him in case he did lose his balance. .“Well-!” he found himself saying, before clearing his throat. “I don’t– Most people wouldn’t consider that a bad thing,” he lightly commented. Walking over to Blaine, and lightly nudged his shoulder against his. “I’m not complain,” he licked his lips, feeling slightly more confident than earlier. “Or maybe,” he really hoped he hadn’t been making assumptions, ”Maybe next time it’ll be my mouth,” said Barry with a lopsided grin on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind– unless you don’t want to.”

Blaine might be horrified but winning triumph against the forces of gravity and preventing himself from making a further ass off himself earned an awkward smile of victory. Fingers twitched mid-air like spider legs, ready to catch absolutely nothing to hang onto other than his own shadow but he managed to not fall. A threat he was sure might become an un-threat and more reality the harder he began to panic over the idea that he, somehow, offended Barry. Well, not somehow. He kissed him. Again. So there was no mystery as to why he ended up giving the poor guy another reason to run. Not that he did the first time. –Breathe, Blaine.– The edge of his tongue peeked out to wetten his lips as he was about to launch into another round of apologies the second their gazes met. “What..I,” shocked at what he heard–Blaine stuttered from the train-meet-wall way his brain whiplashed into paying attention to what Barry was saying and not what he was expecting to hear. That was, definitely, unexpected and hit him square in the stomach hard enough to make his insides spin. Not in a bad way. Confusion batted away the initial reaction with a pinch of his eyes and a dusting of color over olive cheeks. “I–No,” dark eyebrows jerked up.. “Mind? I–what makes you think I’d say no? Or–wouldn’t want to?”