kurt.

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( sms : blaine ) You didn’t realize a lot of things, if my memory serves correctly. 
( sms : blaine ) I sometimes miss the Lima Bean. And I guess not having to always worry about rent or who’s miraculously going to pay the bills at the end of every month without us losing the right to decent cable. 
( sms : blaine ) I definitely can’t say I miss high school. 
( sms : blaine ) How’s the song selection process? 

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) I have no idea what you’re talking about!  No recollection!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I miss it a lot..  I just want this year to hurry up already.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Undecided so far.  I can’t seem to get my focus around which one I like best.  I’m sure I’ll pick sooner or later. 😛

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“watching you do your bashful thing, and not being able to touch you should be a new form of torture. it sucks.”

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“It–what?  Oh.  You’re going to have to try.  Unless you want to be put in time out for the rest of the night?”  Bright hazel eyes danced with amusement as he went a few darker shades of crimson over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.  Blushing as he may be, the smirk and tone he teased back with was on a whole new level of Blaine Anderson Sass.  “Cause that’s a thing and you’re well on your way there.”

“At some point you have to ask yourself who is really to blame.”

random inbox goodness.

Could’ve been the third shoot and beer chaser that was shoved in his hand by Kevin who gave him a wink and a sly I still think you’re that porn guy head tip and grin.  He was never going to believe that it WASN’T him, was he?  The pornhub addict hummed as Blaine laughed under his breath feeling his face turn warm as Kevin wandered off to go babysit a rowdy table of middle aged men–But!  Back to the reason why he just let loose a fifteen minute rambling mess of an explanation about all things Kurt? 

Too much liquor and it’d been forever since someone wanted to know about things that far into his past. His usual friends were more interested in the here and now (studies, parties, sex kind of here and now) than in depth, getting to know you talk.  Which wasn’t a horrible thing.  Not when he made a friend like the one sitting across from him staring into his eyes with a lifted brow.  Did he talk way too much?  He did, huh?

Blaine ended up dishing a whole lot of honest-to-God’s truth when Lip asked him about this ex of his he’s briefly mentioned before seeming to catch himself and always skipping past getting too far into that conversation.  Now, he knew. 

I cheated.  I ruined things.  We got back together.  It didn’t work out…  A month before classes started in New York, I decided Chicago was a lot less of a conflicting place to be.

‘At some point you have to ask yourself who is really to blame.’  

“That’s sweet of you to say.  I mean.  Really sweet,” he smiled before washing his mouth free from the taste of that recollection with another sip of his beer.  “But it’s way in the past and lesson learned, I guess?  How about you?  What’s your biggest ex story?”