[ 📲 • sms ] —— you text me after i upload a bomb selfie i see. (blam me up)

text messages meme.

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( mssg » sam | sent ) Okay. So? Could be coincidence.. Might have nothing to do it?  
( mssg » sam | sent ) Or! Maybe your bomb selfie reminded me I haven’t texted you yet today.

( mssg » sam | sent ) Both of those reasons sound lame when I read them back. Can I just ask for a do-over?  
( mssg » sam | sent ) Hey, Sam! Great selfie. Very ab-ulous.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Nevermind! I give up..

Patrick and Blaine//We’re All in the Mood for a Melody

patrick.

“I suppose you’re right. It’s not New York without the chaos, so I better bite the bullet and become accustomed to it quickly.” Patrick stood in line, watching Blaine in awe. His little quirks were refreshing, and he loved how enthusiastic he was about life. He chuckled, also breathing in the homely scent. It was like his soul was instantly calmed. Coffee really did work miracles. “I actually really like that idea. I can see it now. New scent from Georgio Armani: Java.” He wrinkled his nose and gave a toothy smile at his own lame joke, shuffling his feet a bit as he moved along in line. 

Patrick raised his eyebrows at Blaine’s order. “Gotcha. Keeping it classic. I like it. Mine’s not as simple,” He said plainly, stepping up to grab their order. He was quite thrilled to have a new friend like Blaine. Patrick was usually spot-on when judging someone’s character, and Blaine gave him all the right feelings. He gladly paid for the drinks and turned to search for Blaine, finding him by the windows as promised. He grinned as he sat across from him and sat their cups down. “Alright. Medium drip. Venti. Because bigger is better when it comes to caffeine.” He smiled and paused for a moment to open the lid to his drink, stirring it slightly. “And a triple shot, venti, no-foam, vanilla latte for me.” He grinned. “Told you. My coffee is a bit high-maintenance.”

“Thank you, Patrick.”  A grateful bow of his head and Blaine inched his seat forward on instinct to be closer to the table and his company seated across from him.  Huffing, he grinned down at Patrick’s cup.  That was a laundry list of ingredients, indeed.  “Okay.  How do you even remember your order?  Much less the poor barista that had to write all that on the side,” he playfully smirked at the other as he eyeballed his coffee. “Surprised she didn’t need two cups to complete the list.  “I’m kidding.  I promise.  At least you didn’t add the temperature you set it at.  I never understood why people did that.  I mean.  Can you really tell the difference between 240 degrees and 260?”  That was just way too overboard in his book.

“You know?  I’ve been thinking about the whole coffee cologne idea.  Don’t let Armani have their hands on it.  This should be all you. Hey..  Maybe they could magically put caffeine in the spray? Just one more way to absorb everyone’s favorite addictive,” Blaine held his fingers in the air forming air quotes, ‘eine’.  I think you just found the way to make your millions and you’ve been in the city for what?  An hour or so?  Impressive..”  His left hand occupied itself with peeling off the lid of his coffee while he grabbed some sugar packets with the other.  “Make sure to remember the little people who helped you along the way.  Okay.  Me. Make sure to remember me.”  His smile was bright and beaming and laughter was quick to chase after his cheeky pitch.

sebastian. @bcingnicesucks

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    ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Code word is cute but we don’t have to play that game
     ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) You can just say it

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( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Say what?
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Oh God.  Wait.  Hold on.  Don’t answer that.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) How about I word it differently?  Would you like to come over and watch a movie?  I’ve got a ton of popcorn and there’s no one here..  I could use the company.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) NOT like that.

starter call request!! @devilraged

“Thank you for coming, Santana.”  Blaine offered the girl a warm, welcoming smile as they stood inside the grand foyer of Dalton Academy.  In the post class hours, the entrance itself was quiet. Most of the students were in their extracurriculars, having dinner, or off in their dorms leaving him as the sole person standing in the massive room waiting for the Cheerio to arrive. He’d sent her a text asking to speak about Kurt.  Thankful he had a means of contacting her aside from asking Kurt.  A+ for being sober enough at the beginning of Rachel’s party to exchange numbers before both of them took a two person ticket to Drunk Town.

Their plan to meet up came a lot sooner than the weekend.  Just a few hours later and she was here.  In Westerville.  To Blaine’s surprise but not really.  “I meant it when I said you didn’t have to drive all the way to Dalton.  I could’ve met you in Lima when we took Trent back for the weekend but thank you for coming.  How about coffee?  We could get some and then go talk?”