santana.

          She had to take several heavy breaths before typing out her message. How else would this be settled? In person? Through somebody else? One way was too person, the other too immature. Over the phone was just her best bet. Until he crossed her again. Then he’d be making battleground for a fight to end all Glee alumni fights.

       text — blaine anderson; I told you straight up that you were uninvited.
       text — blaine anderson; If I get one more call from Britt saying you and Kurt want to make a big scene at my wedding, I’ll get a restraining order on both of your asses. Save the sappy songs for your next “proposal”
       text — blaine anderson; Now leave me and my life alone. 

      Blaine heard his phone chime repeatedly from on top of the stack of cardboard boxes he’d rested it on while they continued packing his things.  A confused glance was given to Kurt who was sitting on the couch thumbing out something on his phone.  “Was that from–,” he didn’t get the question out before Kurt shook his head and claimed he was talking to Rachel.  Only half believing him, a devilish spark came to hazel eyes as he stepped backwards towards the stack of his belongings and picked it up.  What he saw instead wiped the smile right off his face.  Word definitely did travel fast.  “Oh..”

( mssg » satana | sent ) Why would you punish Kurt?  He’s done nothing but help you both in every way he can.  In spite of what happened.
( mssg » santana | sent ) Isn’t Burt your officiant?  It’d be awkward to not have his son there.  One fight shouldn’t negate the friendship the two of you have built over years.
( mssg » santana | sent ) I didn’t plan for this to happen.  Can we, please, talk?  I’m tired of wishing I could do our conversation all over again.  And I’m really tired of missing you.  Please?