( mssg » blaine | sent ) Okay. I believe you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Marc Jacobs. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I guess I’ll be seeing you at Breadstix. 🙂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Sailing. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) See you at Breadstix! 🙂
Getting a chance to see Kurt in person for the first time since Kurt’s charming but failed attempt to be the next James Bond was something Blaine looked forward to since Kurt left the private school. Their conversation struck a chord deep inside the Warbler for more reasons than he skimmed over for Kurt to know that he understood what he was going through perfectly because he’d been there. Blaine quickly found himself wanting to be a friend who could offer that understanding. Kurt, obviously, needed it. No one should feel alone as the lost look on the boy’s face that made Blaine’s heart ache proved Kurt was. Well. Not anymore. And never again if Blaine had anything to say or do about it.
Settled into the small waiting area just inside the restaurant doors–Blaine plucked at the hem of his peacoat sleeve and waited for the other boy to show up. His chin was tucked into a dark burgundy scarf and a quiet hum filled the silence, except for the conversations of people coming and going, with a melody he made up as he went along. When the door opened–curious hazel eyes glanced up and as soon as he caught sight of who he was waiting for? Blaine stood up and brushed his hands together, smiling wide as he caught his attention.
“Hey! Kurt. It’s so good to see you,” he moved to clasp Kurt’s shoulder out of habit (Warblers, sheesh) but seemed to catch himself and waved towards the dining area with a semi-apologetic sidelong tug of the corner of his mouth. “So, do I get to see the secret table? I’ve been looking forward to it the entire drive,” he teased lightly, “Tell me it’s free. Or I’ll be heartbroken??”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I think the whole private school uniform definitely suits you. 🙂 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I guess there’s always going to be self-expression through song. And other hobbies. Other than occasionally enjoying the really good latte between class hours. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Only if you so happen to decide to hog it from us.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Why thank you, Kurt. 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Speaking of which. Tell me more about what you like? How about one thing now? The rest we can save for dinner conversation. Deal? Name anything, other than our common love for music and performing, that you enjoy. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I promise I won’t try to stake Dalton’s claim on your table. Warbler’s honor.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Good, that was a test. You passed. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Well that’s a relief… and come in. I’m going to ignore that… of course i’m decent.
( mssg » nick | sent ) Glad I passed. What would’ve happened if I failed?
( mssg » nick | sent )
Hang on!
“Don’t answer that question, actually. Nicky! I’m so glad you’re here!” Blaine practically bounced into the room with an ear to ear grin greeting Nick along with the excitable Warbler still wearing his uniform even though the day had since turned into evening an hour or more ago. Both of Nick’s wrists were gathered up into a set of careful hands that were insistent on ushering the other backwards towards the foot of his own bed. Bless his heart–since Blaine was so excited–of course Nick would have to be seated to receive this AMAZING news! You know? For his own sake?! “I need to tell someone and you’re the first person that came to mind. Take a seat, I have some news and I’m bursting at the seams to get it out.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Which I’m assuming probably also makes it a little easier for you to more actively blend in.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I should probably let you in on our regular table.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I guess it does. What do you think? Did we blend in well? I like to think we all stand out in our own ways in spite of the uniform. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I get an invite to the “regular table”? I’m honored. Are you sure it won’t be a conflict of interest? I mean, that sounds like a bigger deal than sneaking into Dalton’s cafe for coffee. 😊
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I suppose I have been known to wear a kilt to class on numerous occasion. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Spaghetti and meatballs will definitely make for a pretty great temporary distraction. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) 🙂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) A kilt, huh? I’d never be able to pull off that look but kudos to you for doing so. Wearing a darker or lighter shade of gray slacks is about as adventurous as it gets at Dalton. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You had me at spaghetti.
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( mssg » kurt | sent ) I got a smile? Mission complete.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Apparently some beg to differ. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I’m not sure if anything would work for as far as Karofsky’s concerned but… I’m really starting to think I don’t have too many other options. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Maybe one of these days I’ll finally be lucky enough to run into my own personal Judy Garland and conjure up just the right amount of lionly courage to do so.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Whoever these “some” are? They’re wrong. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I might not be Judy Garland. God knows, I’ll never compare to her but I’ll help you see the courage in yourself that’s already there. Day in and day out, you are unapologetically you. That takes more courage in your pinky finger than those “some people” have in their whole bodies.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You know you wouldn’t have to do it alone, don’t you? Whatever you need? I’m here. You’re not alone anymore. Especially not in this.
philip slid his phone back into his pocket, smile curling onto his lips as he rocked on his heels– just a bit of nervous energy. if he was fazed by the question, he made sure to hide it well. his shoulders moved up to meet his ears for a moment before falling back down to their typical position. “your face is full of expression and you’re attractive, so i thought you’d be a good model for this project.”
Blaine blinked at the blunt answer and laughed softly He was flattered, curious and unsure of what to say next other than. “Thank you. That was kind of you to say.” With a palm rubbing the back of his neck–the Warbler bowed his head and tugged the corner of his mouth into a lopsided grin. “I promise I’ll do my best not to make you regret your choice. Hey? I have to go to practice soon. Would you like to see the choir room? I might be biased but I think it’s the most beautiful room inside Dalton. A bold statement considering they all are, I know. You can be the judge, if you like? Maybe it’ll help with ideas or inspiration? He thumbed over his shoulder towards the hall. “You’re more than welcome to join me/”
❝ Hey, I don’t point out my hiding spots for just ANYBODY, Blaine Warbler. Most of the guys from New Directions don’t even know about them. Or at least, I HOPE that they don’t know about them. Tried taking Santana to one once; she said it was too bougie for her tastes. Told me she was expecting the Queen of England to come in for high tea. Always the hyperbolic DRAMA QUEEN, Santana.
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“Just out of curiosity? Who started the trend of calling me by my first name slash Warbler? I mean–is that what you guys do for every opposing team? Is there a Jesse Saint Vocal Adrenaline on Rachel Berry’s hit list? Ooh! What about the other show choirs? Is that a thing for them, too? Because adding Oral Fixation at the end of anything makes it even more questionable than the name already does. If I promise not to share your secret or send an invitation to the Queen and buy you a coffee–would you join me? Or are you worried the others would consider it ‘fraternizing with the enemy’ and off limits since it’d only be the two of us?”
❝ I’ll admit, I don’t often get the URGE to go hanging around with old people — there’s just something about them that doesn’t sit well with me — so I suppose you have a valid excuse. Guess I just always took you guys for having more HIGH-END tastes. I won’t lie, I’m a little bit disappointed. Especially since it’s not actually the best coffee around. There are better places around here, you know.
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“Doesn’t sit–? Okay? I’m sorry we’ve disappointed you. If it saves our image in your eyes–? The coffeeshop Dalton is much better. But when half of us would rather not say there the whole weekend? Well. Here we are. Care to fill me in. Obviously, we’re missing out and I’d hate to do that. I’m curious. though. If there are better places in LIMA to get your daily dose of caffeine? Why aren’t you there instead of here?”
Nick raised his eyebrows.“Okay- what are you hiding from me?” He asked. Blaine was acting very suspicious. “Oh an thanks. Now back to you.”
Blaine knew his vague attempt at the bait and switch via compliments of his hair was doomed from the start. Had to give him points for trying though? Nick was just too quick and caught on. Or, most accurately, Blaine was just a really bad liar. His mouth dropped open and a thumb shot over his shoulder at the window. “Hiding? Um..,” he drew out the sound and then attempted to form a few various words before–he caved in and his lips curved in a guilty smile. “There’s this party–I mean. Nothing big. Certainly not anything to concern yourself over. Promise.” Busted. He was so busted.. Great!
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