send me ☼ for a morning text
( mssg » kassandra | sent ) Good morning! Starting today out with a wager. I bet you can’t beat me to Cafe Reggio and order coffee before I get there and buy the first round. Care to take me up on the wager??
// I can’t believe this got buried WAY too far! OH GURL! I’M SO EXCITED!!! Just when I calmed down about it?! I SAW THIS! And now I might float to my ceiling from flailing so hard yet again!! EEEE!!!
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Can we meet somewhere and talk? Listen. I’m sorry. I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now. I know you do, too. But I don’t like leaving off where we did today at glee club. I know how upset you were. I never wanted to be the reason for you to be hurt that bad.
send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Here’s a little fact I found out today. Discovered that the shower has excellent acoustics. Thank you, Miss Perry for the song stuck in my head.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Then I got an idea. You probably know where I’m going with this..
( mssg » kurt | sent ) How about we skip meeting everyone for dinner, take advantage of the alone time and I’ll show you exactly what I’m talking about? 😉
send me ☺ for a loving/affectionate text
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Have I told how adorable you are yet today? I could scroll back to check but I’ll just say it again anyway. You know? Just in case.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) That and, technically, you’re adorable enough to be told it a million times a day so what’s one more? You, Kurt Hummel, are completely..you guessed it..adorable.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Even if you’re still kind of grumpy that I haven’t given you an answer about the transfer yet. And no! This isn’t an attempt at crawling out of the doghouse either. If I am in one? Am I? Cause I can start this whole conversation over again if I am.
send me ↕ for a scared/worried text
( mssg » marisol | sent ) Hey, sweetheart. I was curious if you’ve heard from your Dad lately? He was supposed to be on his way home a couple of hours ago and isn’t here yet. I might be worrying too much. Could be a dead phone and traffic. Let me know anyway? Love you.
( mssg » mike | sent ) I know you’re going through a hard time with your Dad. Parents can be the worst when it comes to how hard we try to make them proud and yet always feel like we’re coming up a day late and a dollar short. I’ve been there.
( mssg » mike | sent ) Just know that you’re one of the most amazingly talented, wonderful people I’ve ever known. You deserve to be proud of yourself. No matter what. Cause you’re one in a million and I’m so grateful to know you. If you need me, I’m here. Remember that.
send me ► for a text not meant for you
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Falling for the competition? Did you actually just..? That’s blowing things way out of proportion! Don’t get me wrong, I know how dramatic we can be to each other but.. There’s no way he has feelings for me. He wouldn’t. We’re just friends.
send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text
( mssg » puck | sent ) I know this might sound a little odd seeing as how we usually only see one another at parties or the Lima Bean in passing. But. I figure I’d go to the self-proclaimed expert with a few questions.. You know.. Wait. Is this weird?
send me ♣ for a drunk text
( mssg » puck | sent ) turns otu that one drink might ve been enough. should hvae stopped there. didn’t! Now i cant’ stop thinkgin that you were hidign something from me that nightr at your apartment. i think it jusrt took cheap liquor g to give me the nerve to sayt it
Blaine felt both intrigued why Sam thought this was a good idea and–hidden thanks to and adoringly befuddled stare meeting Sam’s–CONFUSED. Tina or any other girl might’ve been not as bold of a statement to broadcast through the halls of McKinley. That was certainly drawing a sort of no going back from here line in the eyes of their very gossipy peers. And boom! Sam hit him with that look. The one that said Blaine was doomed if he ever thought of saying no now. “Hey? You know I’d do anything for you. Anything. But–?”
So many words of wisdom–of making sure Sam understood what he was asking him to do. They all died on the tip of his tongue as Blaine’s head bowed and the floor swung into view. Closing his eyes and letting out a puff of air–he opened them with a lift of his head and caved in. Hands met the bends of Sam’s elbows and he gave them a squeeze and light rattle. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll do it..,” his nose crinkled and–albeit a hesitant second beforehand–a devilish grin lit him up. “First thing’s first though. If you’re my fake boyfriend? I’m the one taking us out for dinner. It’s part of the deal. No exceptions.”
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