jesse.

          _{Lips twitched lightly upward, Jesse’s expression looked positively humorous.  ❛ On the show —- You can’t possibly convince me the male lead doesn’t have a single critique in his body to share during a private audience with his director. How else are we supposed to reach multiple Tony status? ❜} 

Jesse was certainly enjoying himself with this.  Wasn’t he?  Blaine, though?  Wasn’t.  Not at all. Wait?  Huh?  How’d the topic shift from whether or not he should gather up the rest of his clothes (and pride) so he could turn and walk out to….the show?  Doing a double take as he pulled his sweater over the white undershirt he hadn’t tucked into his pants that were still beltless, Blaine squinted, shoved his tongue against the back of his upper teeth and shook his head.

“Work?  Seriously?  You’re unbelievable.  You know that?  Completely unbelievable.”