( mssg » blaine | sent ) Hey. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Failed top secret glee spying missions aside, I guess I’ve definitely endured some better days in high school. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Thank you. 🙂 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Your texts are appreciated.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Don’t be too hard on yourself for failing your undercover mission. You were so close to getting away with it. I promise. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I think the gesture was rather admirable considering you were brave enough to enter “enemy territory” and walk around like you belonged here. I’m giving you an A+ for your efforts. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Plus? We got to meet each other? That’s worth being spotted? Maybe? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m glad they are. Hang in there. Your day’s almost over. What are your plans for the evening? Maybe thinking about them will get you through.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hello, Kurt. I thought I’d check in on you and see how you were doing after our conversation yesterday. I realize you might be in class but I hope you’re feeling better. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m here to talk to either way. My offer hasn’t disappeared overnight and I hope you take me up on it whenever you need or want to.
his fingers tapped on the camera in his hands as he smiled at the flustered boy in front of him. “i’m philip. and you’re welcome. we can take the pictures whenever you’re free. i have until the end of the month to complete the project.”
Hazel eyes glanced down at Philip’s tapping fingers. Blaine couldn’t help noticing the equipment and gave it a curious eye. “Pleasure to meet you, Philip. Nice camera, by the way.” Meeting the other boy’s gaze with a polite smile and a light shrug. “I’m usually free most nights after say eight o’clock. Or between classes and practice if you want to do it during the day? From around two thirty to four? Whatever works best? I’ll make the time.”
“I think missing your birthday is perfectly acceptable when you remember you ate most of the Welcome home Cooper brownies. Is your name Cooper, Blaine? Is it? Because I don’t think it is, do you?”
“N-No. I know my name’s–! What kind of question–?? I can’t believe you’re using the comparison of me eating some of the Welcome home Cooper brownies to missing my BIRTHDAY–again. They weren’t even homemade! Mom ordered them from the bakery! I’m the one that told them to put your name on them. Next time you can just forget the icing.”
❛ blaine. fancy seeing you here. ❜ as if it’s a TOTAL coincidence he’d waltzed into the SAME coffee shop about five minutes after blaine had. NONETHELESS, hartley gets perfectly comfortable in the seat across from him. now, it’s HARD for hartley to ever ask a favor of anyone, and blaine seems to be the type not to hold it AGAINST him. ❛ i was wondering though, ah—– are you BUSY friday night?? ❜
Hearing a voice–Blaine glances up from the coffee he busied himself stirring in hopes of getting it under the boiling hot temperature he burned his mouth with on the way to his chair. Yeah–let’s not repeat that mistake again. Hazel eyes met Hartley’s with a blink in surprise of the sudden appearance in the chair across from his. Lips curved into a warm, welcoming smile that was tugged a bit to the side in wonder. “Hello to you, too.” Curiosity sparked at the OUT OF THE BLUE question–causing Blaine’s head to tilt. His stirring paused. “No. Not really. Why?”
“Am I?” The way Duran was grinning indicated he knew, and considered it a compliment from Blaine. “I guess I am weird. People will catch onto the charm and excuse everything I do anyway soon enough. A dick-slash-Christmas tree made out of lights is just another checkmark on my list.” He smirked and stepped back from the wall and closer to Blaine. The topic change was amusing, and Duran was really excited to tell the warbler what happened. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. I guess it didn’t help that I took my shirt off to do it. To be fair, I was paid sixty bucks for it, and I wasn’t even caught by administration. Best gig ever.”
Consider his mind blown. Just when he thought the penis Christmas tree lights couldn’t be topped? Well.. This IS Duran we’re talking about here. Blaine’s mouth hangs open for a few beats while he lets that visual sink in. A cough cleared his throat (skipping past the reason that it got tight in the first place–no need to hash that out) and he tucked his chin towards his tie while cupping the back of his neck. “You took a bribe,” he quickly corrected himself, “I mean..a payment to go to the Warblers and do a half stripped down dance? Who would even ask you for that? And why?” Half-laughing as his face warmed up–Blaine looked back at Duran’s ‘art’. “How did they react? I can’t picture how Wes or Thad took that. The looks on their faces must have been priceless.”
“Would people buy it if I told them I was drunk? I mean spiked eggnog is all the rage among people our age, so it could easily be a legitimate excuse. That’s not something I’d normally put up, so I could pull off the altered mind angle. I mean, if I really wanted to. But then again, it’s never been beyond me to pull off something completely stupid. I vaguely remember pole dancing in the choir room once, entirely on a dare. Or was it a bribe?”
“You know you’re one of the oddest people I know? Not sure if I ever told you that but I think it’s time to make it official. Odd in a good way–I mean! I’m not sure using the excuse of underage drinking is going to make this better. Why not just leave it as is? You could totally try to go for the angle of them being the perverts for taking your Christmas tree in the wrong direction?
You did what? Is that why Thad can never make eye contact with you without turning six shades of red?”
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