“You noticed, but you’re not gonna tell anyone, are ya?” she gives a subtle wink and a smile. “Kurt? I don’t think I saw him. Last time I saw him he was by his his locker,” she shrugged, looking at the picnic basket Blaine was holding. It was a cute idea, she had to admit.
“Nah. I won’t tell anyone. Bit of advice?” Blaine flipped the basket open and fished around. Couple seconds later–he pulled out a tin of mints and popped it open passing her a couple with a sly grin. A conspiratory whisper took over his tone and he even cupped a hand at the corner of his mouth leaned in like they were sharing super secret intel. “I’d invest in these if I were you.” When she mentioned she saw Kurt, Blaine brightened up and sat the basket on the piano. “Good. He should be on his way. Hey–listen. Until he gets here? I packed enough food for four people. Hungry?” AKA: Need something to sober up with before Sue catches on? Again?
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