The edge was real. The dizziness and anxiety and paranoia, it was all real. Group was a joke. And why was it being hosted at this dumbass school anyway? And on a SATURDAY no less. It was bad enough he had to be here five days a week and now it was six. There went his weekend of spending some alone time watching MTV and jackin’ it. What a waste. He’s clearly fine, right? The way he’s shaking and his bruised arms grip a locker that didn’t deserve the abuse it was getting. He only excused himself because he couldn’t take another sob story of another person in there. He spoke already, they knew his tale. He’d been coming here two years now.
‘ Fuck this. ‘
he speaks, to no one but himself, no one else was here. No one except the people in that room.
The ex junkie moves away from the door where he’s struggling to go back in or not. And then he decides, to just leave. They would have him next week anyway. And if not, they’d just come to his trailer and force him to come. What a waste. He makes his way around the corner, and there, he collides with someone. Someone whom he’d seen before. And he stumbled backwards –
‘ watch where yer’ fuckin’ goin! ‘
A Saturday meeting of the glee club was an absolute necessity this close to Regionals. They all showed up, too. Most of them early and they all stayed two hours past the time they were supposed to leave. Blaine was only cutting through the halls trying to get to his locker and grab a book he forgot to take home, a song being hummed low to make a noise through the creepy quiet that settled into the school that was so normally busy, loud and full of people. He had no idea a group was meeting here, he’d missed the racket that Mike must have made when he assaulted the locker to get out his frustrations. Another turn and the realization he wasn’t alone like he thought came with..
‘Watch where yer’ fuckin’ goin!’
Staggering backwards to catch his footing that the collision swept out from under a pair of navy blue boat shoes–his attention snapped up at the voice and for a split second they were round as saucers. Lips hung open with the shock. Blaine hated surprises like that. They rattled him more than he cared to admit. Echoes from earlier times that still reverberated back every now and then. Like when you collide chest first with a very angry person.
“Woah. Sorry. I had no idea someone was going to be there.” Finding his tongue, the shorter of the pair held both hands up and blinked off deer caught in the headlights glimpse of a look he hadn’t caught.
Time to admit defeat. Sleep just wasn’t going to happen. Blaine ran his fingers through a disheveled mop of curls that were left reshaping themselves into their disarrayed state after his shower hours ago as he walked, light as possible, down the hallway towards the kitchen. He poked at Kurt the first time he heard about Finn’s warm milk.. Lesson learned. It didn’t do the drink every time he struggled with falling asleep but _with any luck _tonight would be one of the times it did.
Standing over the stove with a pot in his hand–Blaine turned as he heard Cooper’s voice cringing when he realized he woke him up. “Hey, Coop. I was trying to be quiet,” he smiled guiltily as he sat the pot on the stove and went to the fridge to grab out the milk. “I couldn’t sleep. Every time I tried, my head started spinning. There’s so much riding on winning tomorrow. I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous,” not missing a beat he went back to the stove and turned a burner on, “I was thinking that, maybe, I could find the confidence I keep telling people to have at the bottom of a warm cup of milk. If not? Potentially sleeping might be a good trade.” Catching himself, he pressed his lips together and bowed his head–deflating in a deep sigh. “Sorry.. Rambling. Would you like some?”
( mssg » finn | sent ) youre such a good guy finn. ( mssg » finn | sent ) I th ink that’s probably a good idea considering the options ehre ( mssg » finn | sent ) Do tyou know where Scandals is?
Kassandra groaned and glared as she looked at her best friend. “Blaine, if I wanted to be tortured, I’d rehearse without stretching. Or eat from that sushi place on Twelfth. Although being friends with you is pretty bad too.” Her glare broke and she started laughing hysterically, earning a few looks from other patrons. “God, that’s awful!” She said, wrapping her arms around him.
“Listen. I didn’t know you were going to end up going full on gross after I suggested that place. Or I wouldn’t have suggested it. You love being friends with me. Put through sushi hell for my sake or not,” he beamed up at her still always feeling a little guilty for what his lunch idea did to her. Even if it was months ago. But his ear to ear grin came back as soon as she checked out his pick for her to wear since he’d won their little bet.
“I know it’s awful. That’s the point. I wasn’t going to pick the latest Burberry look if I wanted to make you suffer.” His fingers clasped over where both of her wrists touched each other against his chest. Looking back up at her with a sly smirk, he shrugged with a ‘heavy’ sigh. “I mean. You can back out if your honor means nothing to you. I completely understand.”
[Text – Blaine] Don’t beat yourself up over it, Killer. Worst things have happened [Text – Blaine] I’m positive, you talk about things now, you’re only going to make things worse. Trust me, I know about these things. [Text – Blaine] Great. Come meet me, I’m at Scandals, this place could use livening up anyway.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) It’s just hard not to.. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Well.. Maybe I’ll let it wait until morning. Give things a chance to calm down. I hope it’s the right thing to do. Making it worse is the last thing I want. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Meet you at Scandals? Are you sure I’m not going to put a damper on your night?
TEXT-Blainers: You’re a horrible person and I love you, Anderson. TEXT-Blainers: Be there in five.❤
( mssg » kassandra | sent ) I’m wounded by that accusation, Miss Kassandra.
You’re lucky I love you back. ( mssg » kassandra | sent ) See you when you get here!
Blaine sat back in his chair with the same goofy grin he had since the first text was sent to the redhead. Hey! Pulling Kassandra’s leg was currently his way of passing some time between classes–and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Bright dresses of every style ran up his screen as he scrolled through them trying to find one just on the gaudy side of holy hell why would they ever think that was fashion to further torture her with the threat of buying once she got here. As fate would have it? A movement from his side signaled her arrival and before she had the chance to properly greet him? His phone was lifted up and held near eye level. On it? A trainwreck of neon, bows and polka dots on his screen for Kass to see. “I don’t know. But I think I found your new look?” And then there was nothing but devilish laughter.
( sms >> unknown ) Hey, don’t worry about it. ( sms >> unknown ) And yeah. I’m Eric. This is… Blaine? Trent told me about you. ( sms >> unknown ) Trust me, I know how hard it can be to get a date when you’re gay at all. Don’t be too hard on yourself. 😊
( mssg » eric | sent ) He did? What did he say? I warn you, Trent can over-exaggerate a little. By “a little”, I mean not “a little” at all. Like a ton. ( mssg » eric | sent ) I heard you were a great guy and I’ve been being crazy for not texting you when I told him I would for two weeks. I guess better than never? ( mssg » eric | sent ) You know? I didn’t mean that how rereading that made it sound in my head. ( mssg » eric | sent ) I think it’s even harder when I’m not “putting myself out there” as I’ve been told on repeat. But, thank you, I’ll try not to be. 😊
( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) I know this is going to sound weird. Because it sort of is..but.. ( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) A friend of mine thought we would get along well together and gave me your number and a picture. It took me over a week to have the nerve to do this. ( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) Curiosity got the best of me as to what he was thinking and this is me caving in. ( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) Hello, I’m Blaine and if this is creepy in anyway, I can totally disappear and we can forget it happened.
–3am, Blaine! Most normal people are asleep at this hour!–
“Oh, God. I’m sorry,” he cringed inwardly as the sleepy man who appeared in the doorway. But–apparently–the apartment above mine ended up getting flooded by a water heater explosion..or whatever. But.. It’s been leaking through the ceiling and it looks like it’s heading towards you..” Great way to meet your neighbor? Wake him up at an ungodly hour with the news he might end up with an unwanted waterfall coming out of his ceiling? Perfect.
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