Everyone was overly involved in conversations with each other by the time Blaine separated from the new group of people he was getting to know a little better and went looking for the next campfire to go introduce himself to. That’s when he caught sight of Victor approaching the get together and a pivot on a pair of navy blue boat shoes later? Blaine stepped up beside him with his drink in hand and a bright, welcoming smile. “Hey! I didn’t know you signed up for this. Glad you did though. By the looks of it? We’re going to need all the help we can get.” God, would they.
It was no secret that most of them were a little underprepared for what they discovered when they got here. The pictures they saw didn’t give out enough warning. Even if the budget was huge and that might’ve been a warning? With so many rich alumni backing them, it was easy to undershoot the massiveness of this all.
Blaine wasn’t any different. He signed up with a few hopes and dreams under his sleeves for what might come of this endeavor. The chance to perform at the show being the main draw. But, wow, this was a mess. Letting it get him down like some had? Even letting it show how overwhelmed he might’ve felt for the past couple of days wouldn’t do them any good. It might bring them down even worse to have another person join the ranks of ‘what the hell did we sign up for’. To prevent that cloud from getting darker, Blaine decided it’d be better to shelf his own concerns and focus on the bigger picture. Keeping everyone motivated to get through this, reassured and happy. That way? No towels would be thrown in and they could get this show on the road.
“Want something to drink? I suggest whatever they’re making in this,” he held up his plastic cup and wriggled it back and forth. “I think they’re Manhattans but it’s not the cheap stuff that’s going to give you a headache and make you regret life in the morning.” Tomorrow was their off day before they dug in. Still. He didn’t want to spend it hurting. “You want to give one a go?”
“Have any luck on checking off one of the very descriptive items on your list?” Blaine asked the guy who looked so put out for listening to them organizing what was going to happen and make things functional, instead of everyone running around not knowing what they were doing, that he could only stick around for minutes before wandering off. He was four rungs up on a ladder with a few nails left to go on rehanging a fallen shelf..and all out nails.
Even with a question like that? His voice was soft and curious enough that no real animosity could be heard in it. Because it wasn’t there. The need for help outweighed the need for snark towards the guy that could give it. Everyone else was occupied.
Unfortunately for Billy? They were right beside him on the table he was passing by before Blaine caught him just in time. “Could you hand me five more of those? I’m about done here. Then maybe we can paint this wall. Without sanding it down like the other four.” Because this one wasn’t in bad shape. Just needed some serious coats of paint to have it match the ones they lathered on it’s buddies.
“Please? By the way? I’m Blaine. I don’t think we’ve met yet.”
♫ Cedric had fucked off ages ago and due to literally nothing else to do, Sebastian remained on the blanket drinking, smoking, people watching and idly spacing out watching the stars. Truth be told, the weed was the only thing that had him set up on that level where this seemed manageable. In fact, he could even disconnect from the annoyance and disdain he’d felt at the complete shitshow for the past few days entirely. He still had no problem telling the nobodies that tried to be social (or mostly just trampled over his blanket, nearly stepping on him, and inevitably tripping on his legs) to fuck off. Most had dissolved into the night, went back to their cabins to drunkenly play Cards Against Humanity, sleep because they were single and sucked, or maybe go drown in the lake, he didn’t know. Nor did he really care because at some point, he’d gotten sucked into watching Blaine flit about and be social.For the past few hours.
Beyond fuck buddies, they were best friends, so why was it Good Charlotte managed to consume most of Blaine’s attention for the night, long after Cedric had left him? “Took you fucking long enough, you have fun over there with Marilyn Manson?” Sebastian questioned, eyes lazily finding Blaine as he plopped down beside him, though he made no effort to move save from tilting his head towards him ever so slightly. “It’s really biizarre seeing Sirius Black out of Azkaban, should let everyone know there’s a fucking psycho on the loose.” The mental monologue was slowly slipping out, but to be fair, he’d been by himself for a while now and though he was capable of finding other’s to entertain himself, the handful of people that registered on his radar were occupied or out of his radius, thus making them equally unaccessible and he wasn’t exactly excited to get to know the plethora of nerds that flitted about.
“I really hope he didn’t spend the night trying to get you to join his suicide pact. That’d be a waste.” Cause Frankenstein totally seemed like the type. If not for the causality and indifference in his tone, one
— Cedric Diggory, even
— might suggest he was jealous. Oh wait, maybe it was that that had sent him down the overgrown path in the recess of his mind that had him spending the last hour convincing himself more than anything else that it was all bullshit; people talking out their asses. A narrow minded view of society where everyone was obviously in love with either a) their best friend 2) whomever they fucked. With his reputation, they should have known better. Er, Cedric, that was.
“We all know Hummels far more suited for that.” If only they could be so lucky, Warbler practice would be a whole lot more enjoyable. Hell, he even sounded hopeful there.
Victor was an interesting guy. Regardless of how they couldn’t look any further apart from one another in appearance and their likes were about as scattered as a box of pick-up sticks dumped on the ground? Blaine enjoyed talking with him. Longer than he expected to, apparently. But the night was quiet and they were in the middle of nowhere. So what else did he have to do other than talk all night? Okay. There were a few other things he could be doing right now but that would probably come later when things were even more..quiet.
The drinks he had left him with a certain grin and bright twinkle in his eyes as he made his way from group to group, always circling back to his spot next to Victor to pour another for someone else (or himself). More often than not? His gaze would wander somewhere else, though. Towards the fire across the way. Where Sebastian and Cedric were lounging in the middle of some conversation that had both of them looking like two cats that should have a yellow feather or two hanging out of the side of their grins. What were they talking about? Cedic met his gaze once and that made him feel two things. Number One? Intrigue. Number Two? Why that face? Puzzled, he let it slide for the rest of the night keeping it stored for later questioning.
As the numbers dwindled down, Blaine bid his goodnight to Victor and flounced down to sit next to Sebastian giving his stoned best friend a quizzical crinkle of his eyebrows shoved together and a smile that was all teeth and tongue that pressed between his lips before they sealed together and he pouted through the initial drag of Victor with a slow up and down nod of his head. That was expected. Deserved even. Aw. Sebastian wanted his company earlier? “You could have motioned me over here, you know? I would have joined you in a heartbeat.” His hand came to rest on Sebastian’s upper thigh using it to steady his slightly tilted consciousness. Also to deliver a comforting squeeze. That, too.
His nose wrinkled first in his attempt not to laugh because Sebastian was being incredibly rude. Bringing up Sirius Black like that though? What book/fanfiction nerd wouldn’t find that amusing? Okay. That was a terrible thing to do. Blaine palmed the last of his laughter and looked down, thought about it for a second, and after that? “Oh, don’t be mean and stop being so ridiculous. Victor’s a great guy. If you’d give him a chance and not judge him from style alone? You might like the guy. Or not. Who knows with you? Sometimes I wonder why you tolerate me so much.” Sebastian’s chest made a good pillow for the back of his head so he could stretch his legs out and look up at what was capturing Sebastian’s eye.
Only to reach back and cover Sebastian’s mouth with his hand the second he brought up Kurt in that situation. “Ooooh kay then. Time for nice Sebastian now.” The edge of his thumb tapped against Sebastian’s bottom lip. “Because mean Sebastian needs a Time Out for that one.” No, he was not grinning. Nope.
i’m on my knees , turn off the darkness please . where will you go when the storm passes away? independent multi – muse . exploring characters at an alarmingly slow rate .
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One summer, one abandoned ski lodge/camp ground combo to clean up and revive to it’s former glory, one shot at eternal school fame and the best festival of their lives. One excuse to spend the summer partying. One hell of a time.
❝ not gonna lie, dude… you’re kinda putting a downer on my awesome new york city weekend. ❞ puck complained from his spot on the couch. blaine’s heartbreak was understandable, but puck had flown out to the city to cheer him up after kurt had called off the engagement. it was just the two of them. it seemed everyone had really moved on to doing their own things… it was sad really, but it was life. it went on.
❝ if there’s one thing i’m good for, it’s getting over people. come on. get dressed, gel your hair, get your bowtie on and let’s hit it. we’re getting drunk tonight, anderson. ❞
New apartment. New life he wasn’t sure how he was going to make work and hadn’t yet gotten to the Blaine Anderson We’re Gonna Make It phase everyone always expected from him two beats after any disaster. He wasn’t even unfinished unpacking by the time Puck came to help. Something Blaine was infinitely grateful for but having a hell of a time showing. It was during one of his quiet phases, where everything felt so not like the life he planned and overwhelming, Puck spoke up. “Sorry. I did it again,” he muttered before abruptly pausing. Puck was right. He was getting on his own nerves at this point. “Actually? That sounds great.” Getting out and doing something? That’s what Puck was here for. About time they did it? “Give me ten minutes.” He was already on his way to his bedroom, only pausing to look over his shoulder. “From here on out? New rule. No more downers. Promise.”
he’s surprised – and somewhat relieved – to see someone at the bar as he turns. this is always a rather dull night, almost painfully so, the place almost dead save for a few regulars. they’re strangers to him, with his memory in the state it is, but he can tell from the way that they speak to him that he’s meant to recognise them.
“you alright, man?” he asks, hoping he’ll be able to strike up a conversation. gently, he places down the glass he was going to take outside to smash. talking to someone will hopefully shove away the painful thoughts. “i’ll be happy to listen if you need it.”
Car trouble in the middle of nowhere landed Blaine stranded in a town he’d never been to. Compared to New York City, it felt like one of those blink and it’s gone type places even if it wasn’t what most people would consider small. Hauntingly reminiscent of Westerville, Ohio. It made him realize he’d been avoiding going home for far too long and after Los Angeles? He really should call Sam and make a trip there to catch up.
Either way? He was stuck staying here until they fixed the problem. Having a drink seemed like the easiest way to calm his nerves before shutting himself away in his motel room.
Two rounds in and the reason why he was on the road came creeping back in his head leading to the thoughtful pout that must’ve gotten at least one person’s attention. Blinking out of it, he turned his head and scrunched his nose apologetically, his thumb tapping against the rim of his glass. “Long life day. Broke down about twenty miles outside of town this afternoon. Only now getting settled in from the mess it was. Looks like Los Angeles is going to be a much longer drive than I was planning on,” his smile grew, “I’m Blaine. What are you drinking?”
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