Stars were still exploding behind his tightly closed eyes as Blaine sat up but didn’t move to get off the sidewalk just yet letting people move around him rather than scoot off to the side. He was too dizzy to bother with trying until the swimming in his head stopped. Looming past that was sure to be pain so he wasn’t certain if he was overly excited for it to fade too fast. “Yeah–yeah. I just bumped it a little,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Thank you for stopping. I’ll be fine.” Normally, he’d look up and offer a reassuring smile but for now he just rubbed at his face. And there it was! The throbbing started across the back of his skull as the numbness caused by the shock of the impact wore off. Great. Just great.
“Howdy’, and welcome ta’ Gideon’s pastry shop.” Gid sat behind the counter as the other walked in. It’s rare for Gideon to get such an adorable customer.
Yet another bakery to check off his exploration list! Great way to start the day! “Hey! Hi! Thank you,” Blaine lifted four fingers in a wave leaving his thumb hooked under the strap of the satchel hanging from his shoulder. Smiling up as he approached the counter–the new New Yorker paused to greet the man properly. “This place smells fantastic. How are you?”
sam: ohhh lmao i kinda like the handsy drunks tho?? sam: and idk man maybe b/c u offered urself up as my last resort before grindr?? lol sam: like ‘no one irl will kiss u? i must SAVE U from GRINDR w/ my LIPS’ sam: thats like the definition of a pity kiss lol
blaine: You do? blaine: I didn’t mean it like that, Sam! That’s what you’re thinking? ugh blaine: Listen.. I’m trying to say that I don’t think I’d even let some guy at a bar get handsy enough that you’d want him as your first kiss from a guy. How is that ‘meaning something’?
blaine: Maybe because.. God, you can say no and I’ll never ask again. This better not make me regret having fingers to type but.. blaine: What you’re not getting is..I’d like to be that person.
It had been so long since Quinn had visited Lima and she got some free time so she decided to go see all of her friends. She had missed them all, even Rachel, someone that she never thought she would get along with but now they were super close friends. Quinn wasn’t the same person that she was years ago. She considered herself to be a better person. She had a boyfriend now who wasn’t all that nice to her most of the time but she really liked him. Quinn brought her new boyfriend Chip with her to meet her friends. Maybe he would be a different person around them and if he wasn’t, she would just need to deal with it. Getting to Lima, she had just finished having arguing with him about her past that Puck decided to spit out but she wasn’t going to deal with either one of them right now. Going inside, she decided to go to the choir room where she always did most of her thinking. She peaked inside and there she saw one of her good friends, Blaine, looking at the ground, almost as if he had just finished crying. Opening the door and walking inside, Quinn walked towards the boy and sat right next to him. “Hey, are you alright? You don’t look too good. You didn’t lose your hair gel, did you?” She laughed, trying to make a joke out of what seemed like a messy situation.
He hated this. Hated the ache in his chest. Missing him was razorblades wrapped around his heart that sank deeper every time it beated and hewasn’t there to have hisecho the sound. When did he become such a good liar? To the point he could lie to himself and say time and space and the person he was becoming scabbed over the worst and he was numb to the pain of being so hopelessly lost.
Coach of his Warblers, independent, in a relationship with a guy who loved him so much that he was willing to stay blind to the truth that was in front of him. The poor bastard deserved so much better than him. A guy hung up on his past. One that waltzed back in with a promise to win him back. Just like that? Blaine knew he was slipping because he wasn’t ever steady on his feet to begin with. He didn’t want to be. Coming to the choir room in hopes of seeinghimbefore he left didn’t pan out. Kurt was gone. Blaine stayed. Not wanting to go home and no other place he could think to go either. Staring at a pair of chairs he could see the ghosts of two boys so hopelessly in love with one another that the world didn’t exist outside of each other’s eyes, the tears to started. Wiping them on his sleeve, he palmed his mouth and searched the room not remembering when he sat down in ‘Kurt’s chair’. Or how long he was there. The door opening surprised him and he gave his face another brush over knowing it didn’t do much good. Quinn. “Me,” Blaine sat up stiffly until he told himself to relax. “Oh? Gee whiz, Quinn. Thanks. I’m jus-just great,” he laughed like his world wasn’t the mess he didn’t want to let others see, “How’d you guess? I’ve been trying to find it and nope! I really, really liked that hair gel.” Swaying over to nudge her shoulder, he added. “What are you doing here? Come to hide away from everyone jumping into their opinions about your guy? I hear he isn’t well received and that’s putting it lightly..”
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