finn.

( text ):  i’m sure u would do the same for me. 
( text ): that’s what friends do. 

his gaze dropped down to the screen of his phone as he read Blaine’s incoming text, fingers swiping across it as he gathered his keys to leave, typing as he did so. He hit send before exiting his house, finger on the button of the keypad to unlock his car. He was worried, but thankful Blaine trusted him enough to text him in his time of need. Regardless of what had happened between his brother and Blaine, Blaine was still Finn’s friend and he’d do his best to keep it that way.  As he got in the car, adjusted the seat so he wasn’t sitting too close to the wheel and buckled his seat belt, he glanced at his phone once more before he finally stuck the key in the ignition- waiting to be turned.

( text ): don’t worry, i’ll keep it between us. 
( text ): i’m about to start driving so just stay put. 
( text ): i’m glad ur alright.  

after he sent the last slew of messages, he set his phone in the cup holder and turned the key; the car coming to life. he reversed quickly as he began driving toward the road, his nerves on edge. the grasp he held the wheel with tight, his knuckles white. he knew little of the bar Blaine was at, only that it was primarily for Gays, but he was sure with a little help he’d find it. As he stopped at a light, he figured it was the perfect time to pull up the address, propping his phone in the holder so he could make out the street name. His foot remained semi heavy on the gas as he drove, but not enough to warrant a speeding ticket and he made sure to use proper signals as he shifted lanes. A few miles later, he spotted the lights coming from the bar and he pulled into its parking lot, driving to the front. Distinctly he could make out Blaine’s figure and he sighed in relief as he pulled the car to the curb, parking before he got out and approached where Blaine sat waiting for him. “ hey, man. let’s get you home. ‘ he bent down ready for Blaine to drape his arm over his shoulder so he could help him walk to  the car. 

( mssg » finn | sent ) i Would. all you ever have to do is call me

The fresh air felt like it was doing him some good.  Blaine breathed the crispness in and let it go with a sigh, eyes daring to open and stare towards one of the cheap florescent lights up for focus.  This whole drinking business was always great in theory.  Always a good idea when you first start and, so far, it wasn’t too terrible after he cut himself off.  Here was to hoping tomorrow morning didn’t dump him on the suffering side of regret.  His phone chimed in his hand and he craned his neck enough to gaze down at the screen. 

Relief washed in when Finn promised to keep tonight between the two of them.  Asking him to keep a secret from Kurt wasn’t fair.  Or the right thing to do.  But he didn’t want to make an already messy situation even worse.  To say Kurt would be less than thrilled of his current life choices was the understatement of the millennium.  Both of them knew that.  Once he fixed things–he’d probably end up telling Kurt anyway because that’s how he was wired.  Just..after he fixed things was the key phrase.  He typed out his thank you before his head bobbed forward and he drifted off into a light sleep

Finn’s voice drew Blaine’s eyes back open. Thank God.  His neck already had a heck of a cramp and his legs weren’t much happier after spending so long in such an awkward position.  And if he was going to pass out, he’d prefer to do it in bed.  One arm wrapped around Finn’s shoulder and held on as he helped him to his feet.  “You are such a good person, Finn,” Blaine patted his chest with his free hand before he flounced down in the passenger seat then shot one of those drunken-serious stares up at Finn before he could shut the door.  “I’m so lucky for you.  You know that…don’t you?”

kurt.

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( mssg » blaine | sent ) Didn’t I literally just plead the fifth? 
( a little while later )
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Fine. You win. His name’s Colin. 
( mssg » blaine | sent ) He resides with Rachel.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Or at least he used to at some point during our few brief fleeting moments as two single and definitely not yet ready to mingle stuffed boyfriend arm loving roommates. 

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) You did.  Oops?
( delayed response )

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I knew it!!!  Colin??
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Rachel?? LOL
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You know..  Not that I’m trying it.  Because I’m not.  But..  He seems pretty comfy.  Maybe both of you were onto something..

sam.

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“I don’t think you understand the importance of True Jackson and it’s implications on the lives of tweens everywhere, Blaine! And if you don’t get, it can’t be explained. It just is. I mean she’s smart, she’s savvy, she’s badass and she teaches lessons that can be applied in the boardroom and in the classroom. What’s not important about that?” Sam eyed Blaine suspiciously, “So…are you going to help me write this letter or not? Because I know I’m not the only person that wants this show – which is totally ahead of it’s time – back on the air.” 

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Sam getting any cuter was simply. not. possible.  Blaine knew the blond was passionate about his one true love television character.  That went without saying.  If you even brought up her name (or even if you didn’t and she went through Sam’s mind..), you were going to get an earful about the injustice that the show being cancelled was.  Now?  There’s this.  Hearing Sam’s master plan to spearhead efforts to resurrect it was so so sweet that Blaine would never be able to turn him down.  Not even a little bit.  He just didn’t want him to be disappointed if it never happened.  Which, face it, it wouldn’t.  However, he’d never be the one to ruin Sam’s dream. Which, he was sure if someone ever committed such a crime?  Was punishable by seven years bad luck or something equally as mirror-breaking or walking under a ladder-like bad.

“You know–you’re right.  Here.  Have a seat and let’s get started,” he smiled and waved at the empty seat beside him, “Let’s try to get their attention.  You never know until you give it a go.”

ofscarllet.

This was the look of rather tired, and slightly annoyed teenager. Yes,he
was much younger than most of people his older half brother new, but
he wasn’t some child. And at times that’s how he felt when around them.
Of course the younger had friends of his own, none of them close, he
wanted to keep them at arms length for a good reason. He wasn’t going
to stay. Barry had bigger plans, once that he knew Sebastian didn’t
approve of. Not completely. Anyway that was years away, there was still
time, and he needed to focus on the here and now. Especially the now,
considering this was not his idea, and he looked anything, but impressed. 
“For real?” he uttered, scrunching up his nose a little, “This was so not
what I had in mind,” was the grumble, slipping his hands into the pockets
of his jeans. “Why am I here again?”

Blaine had no idea why he agreed to give piano lessons to someone who, by what he was able to grasp from Sebastian’s vague explanation, never asked for them and might not have the slightest interest.  He figured it was part of Sebastian’s plan to keep his mind occupied and his days away from school a little less lonely with so many of his friends and boyfriend busy planning what they were going to do with their lives once they left Lima.  In turn–him.  His quiet and withdraw didn’t go unnoticed by his Warbler friend.  Too many turned down online tournaments, texts unanswered until a day later, and just..a quiet that Blaine sank into.  Not on purpose.  It just happened.  And, suddenly, he had a favor plopped into his lap that Sebastian wouldn’t take any excuse for.  Now, he stood in the foyer of his house staring at the other Smythe who was–apparently–dropped off by Sebastian with no introduction.  

“I’m..um.  Hello,” fingers twitched at his side before lifted his left hand to rub the back of his neck and smiled.  This was awkward.  He was making it worse.  “My name is Blaine..  I’m your brother’s friend,” he cringed inwardly at stating the obvious then perked up as a means of recovery.  “Sebastian thought that you might like piano lessons?  I’m guessing he still hasn’t told you that you might want them judging by your surprise at being here..”

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// Okay, cats! Time for me to go mobile to lay down. First day back to work after my surgery tmrw.  A half day, so I’ll be around in the evening. Getting back my groove, healing up well and less meds=clearer brain to write. Thank you for sticking around and talking with/leaving me messages. You are truly lovely people and I’m lucky to have you. See ya tomorrow!

finn.

‘ yeah, no i get what you mean. sometimes, i just kind of zone out. i dunno, man. with all this graduation stuff goin’ around it just makes me think a lot. i appreciate you bein’ able to listen, though. i’m here to listen to you too, if you need someone to talk to – that isn’t ms. pilsbury. 

“It is a lot to think over.  I understand.  What’s the biggest thing on your mind about it right now? You have plenty of time to figure everything out and you know I’ll do my best to help in any way I can.  Me?  I’m doing okay.  I guess.  I’d rather talk to you than her. I just know you have so much on your plate already.  You don’t need my troubles mixed in.”

santana.

         Santana was becoming more && more uneasy as the conversation went on. Mostly because she could feel her heart yearning for her to change her mind. To accept his efforts && try to smooth things out. Only, it was unclear whether or not he deserved it. Maybe a conversation like that had to be done in person — but Santana was afraid that seeing him in person would cloud her judgement. He was such a soft spot for the female. How could she stay angry when he was so damn good at cheering people up?

     text — blaine anderson; you always victimize Kurt. That’s not the point, but you do.
     text — blaine anderson; I don’t know what you’re trying to do, because I think it was pretty obvious how you felt before. I don’t think you can change that to resolve a fight. Families split up too. They leave each other. Sometimes just for who you are.
     text — blaine anderson; Fine, but I want to get it over with. When?

      Getting the smallest crumb of hope that he might have the chance to make things right between him and Santana paused his fingers and prevented him from defending Kurt any further.  Blaine knew better than to push that topic right now.  Any footing he fought to get with her in the attempt to save their friendship would cave in if he kept it up.  Fixing this wasn’t an option.  He had to.  She was just too important to let go.  Spending his entire life regretting pushing her away wasn’t something he could live with.  He had to TRY.

( mssg » santana | sent ) I know they do but you’re more important than that kind of family. You’re family because we found each other through series of circumstances and whatever else you want to call it that lead up to us meeting one another.
( mssg » santana | sent ) Either way.  That’s family you don’t give up on.  I can’t.
( mssg » santana | sent ) Really?  Great!  Whenever you want.  Name the time and the place and I’ll be there no matter what.

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// Internalized screaming and flailing about you and these two is all I can do rn.  You murder me with feelings okay?  And Blainers too.  In every verse.  Why do you do this?!  A million times these hearts right back at you!