he won’t mention, for the moment, that he did not make the blondies himself. they were homemade – as in, made in his home, but for everyone’s safety sake, billy rarely stepped foot in the kitchen. head tilts thoughtfully. makeup, costuming, now THOSE are ideas the boy can get behind. billy is uncertain as to why blaine is trying so hard, but it’s not unappreciated. god knows the boy could do with gaining a few more friends around here and this didn’t seem like a terrible idea. “well, i AM a dab hand when it comes to putting an outfit together. you see this shirt? mcqueen – EBAY. absolute steal.” he smiles, coming round to the possibility a little more. “and frankly i could do with having a new project. — count me in.”
Blaine’s smile turned from welcoming to warm when Billy pointed out his shirt. Who made it and how he managed to get his hands on it? That’s an oddly familiar way a certain other person in Blaine’s life manages to dress himself like he walked out of an issue of Vogue magazine..a year from now. Only adding to the idea that he picked the right person to ask for help, Billy received Blaine’s full attention as he inched his chair closer to the table and bounced in his seat. “Great! Thank you. Are you free tomorrow? We could use all the help we can get. Besides? You can meet some new people. Some of which, I apologize for their drama in advance, the closer we get to Opening Night? The worse it’s going to be. Not that I want to scare you off. Maybe I should shut up.” He hummed before doing just that and breaking off a piece of his cookie to munch on and offered Billy the other edge of it if he wanted with a lift of his brow.
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