“Well that’s—” An angry exhale. “—that’s such a jerk move!” Honestly, if the entirety of Lemonade Mouth were here, not just Liv and Mo herself, they’d start another revolution. A revolution against slushies being thrown in people’s faces. “They probably think it’s funny or something,” Mo sighed, rolling her eyes. But she smiled warmly once she saw Blaine grin and perk up: “Meeting Ray Beech? I went to school with him before I transferred to McKinley. That’s a wide smile you got there, B. You a fan of his?”
“Oh, they get their kicks off it. That’s for sure. Otherwise? They’d find something better to do with their time,” Blaine bit his bottom lip to keep himself from rambling on. Watching his friends walk away dripping with ice shavings in various dyed colors that never washed off of anything they wore was enough to make him even more homesick for Dalton each time it happened. But having Kurt closeby was worth the trade off of getting a crash course in slushie-in-the-face first aid. Which, by the way, no matter how much you’re warned about? You never really get a full taste of how awful it is until you have to help someone through that humiliation in person. Letting it go, he felt his face warm up with the question. “I.. I mean,” he blinked and stuttered which only made the warmth get worse (and pinker on his cheeks), “Yeah, I guess. I used to think he was really cute. Don’t laugh..” A plea that came as he started laughing at himself in spite of it.
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