sam.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) signed up for it once and if i can be lucky enough to sign up for it twice? well thats like, the dream then lmao. and look as long as you’re just talking your head off and not idk, doin somethin real messed up with it you’re good lol
( mssg » blaine | sent )  Okay i used to think so too but stevie disagrees with you to the extreme right now. i think hes doing the puberty thing and is 2 cool for me, or gearing up to do it, idk. 
( mssg » blaine | sent ) if people are judging your brain on other things are htey really the type of ppl you want in your life lmao? ok kidding but only kind of. 
( mssg » blaine | sent ) No! it’s amazing blaine, seriously. idk just makes me happy and like you didnt have to even do this so its cool you did. lol i just thought that said ‘gavel gays’ my b. oh man thats not gonna like, threaten their honor or anything right? 
( mssg » blaine | sent ) damn thats a good strategy, good plan, b. 
( mssg » blaine | sent )  Haha, no pressure or nothin right? i haven’t sang in public for a real long time so i dunno we’ll see lol i’m happy to just watch you
( mssg » blaine | sent )  and the guys ofc. but you know what i meant lol. yeah ofc you can ask me anything like ever. always.  and okay? yeah this is probably like the best i’ve been in a really long time lmao why do i not seem okay??? sorry im just excited i promise 

( mssg » sam | sent )

I promise.  If you’re willing to listen?  I’ll only talk it off.  Nothing in the ‘real messed up’ category.

( mssg » sam | sent ) Who is Stevie and why would he disagree?  You make the world smile easy, Sam.  I’m willing to bet that against a late blooming classmate any day.  🙂

( mssg » sam | sent ) Probably.  Sorry.  It was a joke about doctors and all that gross stuff that’s been going on for what feels like forever and a day now.  My therapist says making jokes about the situation is a coping mechanism.  Or a way to push my feelings aside and make people feel better.  Which..what??  I, personally, think I spent way too long not laughing that it’s about time I let myself do it again.  You know?  That has to be healthier than constant seriousness and frustration.

( mssg » sam | sent ) Gavel gays?  Oh God.  LOL!
( mssg » sam | sent )

That may.  Just a little.  But!  I think you’re safe from any duel challenges thanks to a slip of the tongue.  Don’t worry.  I have your back if anything happens.

( mssg » sam | sent ) No pressure.  You don’t have to.  I’m just saying if you get inspired to sing along?  You’re more than welcome to join in.  Either way is great.  As long as you’re there.
( mssg » sam | sent ) You seem okay.  Sure.  I’m only worried that I make you nervous.  I don’t want you to be nervous around me.  As long as you’re good?  I have a lot I’ve been wondering about that I was hoping you’d have some insight on.

sam.

( mssg » blaine | sent )  Oh man no, never. When in doubt send it out, thats my motto. well it is now. so simple, but so awesome. that is a favor i can literally do 24/7.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) okay that sounded creepy but i promise it wasnt creepy. i’m glad, gonna make that a daily record and work my way up.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Those are all pretty good brain words too. Pretty sure it might be weird, but yours is still awesome. You still have the most important Star Wars facts, and all the real good Harry Potter books somewhere up there. 
( mssg » blaine | sent ) You were thinking about me??. n Whao dude seriously? That’s amazing, i totally want more time to talk too! Yeah totally!1 Tomorrow is good. Yeah for sure, the gavel guys won’t mind if i come???
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Yeah no that would be awesome sure. My scheudles CLEAR. 

( mssg » sam | sent ) 24/7?  Are you sure you understand what you are signing up for?  I could be a complete insomniac who likes to talk his head off in the middle of the night and you’re blindly agreeing to it.

( mssg » sam | sent )

I think making someone smile comes effortlessly to you.  

( mssg » sam | sent )

I have some great Star Wars facts up in there, sure.  I haven’t thought too hard on Harry Potter but I can give it a go and see what comes to mind.  Thank you for making it as simple as that to judge whether or not my brain is still awesome.  I wish everyone could be convinced as simply.

( mssg » sam | sent )

Yes.  Is it amazing like you said?  Or strange?  You can say it’s strange if it is.  The gavel guys?  Ha!  They’ll forever be known as that now.  Thanks.  They will be fine if you come.  I’ll tell them you’re giving us an outsider’s perspective on our performances before we test run them to the whole school.

( mssg » sam | sent )

Great!  You’re coming to practice tomorrow.  You can even sing along if you know the songs.  We can make you an honorary Warbler.

( mssg » sam | sent )

Sam?  Can I ask you a few things?  First…  Are you okay?

kurt.

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( sms : blaine ) Oh, no. You didn’t delete that. 🙀
( sms : blaine ) Well— As long as you’re all being responsible. And no one’s driving. 
( sms : blaine ) I miss you, too. 

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) i?m busted! 😁
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Driving? now ay!  Everyoen who usually leaves for the weekend decided to stay so we coueld spend time together. You should come. You could say with me.  Thet mis you a lot too@!!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) you’re the best.  I’m so glad I ave you.  MY beautiful Kurt. I wish you stayedd her e.

michael.

‘A guy like you’ he says and Michael doesn’t catch himself to stop his snort in response. Blaine made it sound like a compliment. He meant it as one too, Michael is aware. He was simply also aware of another, truer meaning to that sentence and the ridiculousness of such a compliment directed towards himself. A guy like him certainly didn’t need help meeting people; he worked in a different area at night, closer to the gay scene to find more customers, and he had been right to move his business over there. During the day however Michael wasn’t attracting attention like that, like what Blaine thought. Either that or he was seriously missing the signals(as possible as it was, he couldn’t help but doubt it)

After he tug on his sleeve Michael follows easily to the table Blaine had his eye on, pausing with one eye on the other as he stops to say hello himself. A more curious expression settles on his face to the eased greetings, wondering why he’d be here so often if he didn’t even have a pet of his own. What stood out more was Blaine pulling out Michael’s seat first, however. A gentlemanly gesture that he both wants to be fond of an annoyed at simultaneously.

Regardless he doesn’t react in either direction and takes a seat with Apple on his lap. She stands, tries unsuccessfully to turn around and face the other way before giving up and laying down on the young man’s legs, sated for the time being thanks to the constant contact. “It sounds like you do, if I’m being honest. Can’t say I’m much better though. If I could stick it in my arm I would.”

Blaine watched the tiny dog attempt to make her circles before she just flopped down and got comfortable.  Smiling warmly down at her, he resisted the urge to reach out and pet her. Little awkward seeing as how she was seated on her walker’s lap and that was a little too close for just-met-you contact.  One menu was slid over towards Michael.  Blaine didn’t need to open his to decide what he wanted to order.  But he did it anyway.

“You and me both.  Too bad they haven’t invented a convenient IV drip.  I’m sure it’d make a mint,” he chuckled and relaxed back into the chair. “So..  Do you do anything other than professional dog walking?  I’d imagine that’s a pretty in demand business.  Especially in this area of town.  But is it your only job or is it funding a bigger dream?  Not that it has to.  Just..  A lot of people do that here.  I guess I’m just curious about your story.”  

He didn’t mean what he asked as any insult towards Michael’s job.  Or doing what made him happy.  Blaine was genuinely curious if he was working like a lot of people, he himself, knew when they moved here.  Waiting tables, weird feminine product commercials, Santa’s Helpers In Christmas Hell, etc.  Until their dreams came true. “One of my best friends was a Christmas window display once.  Never knew that existed for human beings until she got the bright idea.”

sam.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Dude.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Dude.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine hey!!! omg. I’m always up and Ofc I can talk. Dude no, you could literally never bother me. You have no idea how happy I am that you even texted. Like I honestly didn’t think i’d ever get a text from you again and it pretty much just made my whole week seeing your name pop up on my screen. I didn’t believe it at first. 
( mssg » blaine | sent ) who’s rambling now am i right?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Nah, that’s just you being you for sure. it’s so crazy how somethings stick and somethings dont. brains are weird, man. 
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Whats up?

( mssg » sam | sent ) I’m so glad I didn’t wake you up.  I’ve been laying here wondering if I should send something this late.  Then I realized the longer I waited, the later it was getting and I better hit send before I end up wasting any more time.  I’m glad I had the chance to make you that happy with something so simple.  When, honestly, you’re doing me the favor now with keeping me company.

( mssg » sam | sent ) It’s a good kind of rambling.  You made me smile.  
( mssg » sam | sent ) Weird is a great word for them.  Frustrating.  Miraculous.  Messy.  Those, among others, too.  Weird is the best one though.
( mssg » sam | sent ) I was thinking about you.  About our talk the other day.  It’s all I’ve been thinking about.  I wish we had more time to talk.  Maybe we could do that tomorrow?  After Warblers practice?  You could come if you want to?

sam. @samsreckoning

( mssg » sam | sent )  Hi, Sam. This is Blaine.  I’d ask you if you remember who I am.
( mssg » sam | sent )  But we both know how ironic that would be.  
( mssg » sam | sent )  Are you up?  Can you talk?  I hope I’m not bothering you.
( mssg » sam | sent )  I just have trouble sleeping sometimes.  I’m not sure if that’s an always been there thing. Or a new one.  But.  You gave me your number and.. Oh god. I’m rambling. I’m sorry.  Let me try this again..
( mssg » sam | sent )  Hello, Sam.  I hope you’re awake?  If not.  I’ll see you tomorrow.

mr. schuester.

Will noticed that Blaine seemed a little tense. Of course, he didn’t see his fists as they were in his pocket. He was glad to see him relax a bit when he heard what Will had said. “We will work together.” Will said. He just hoped they could change things when they were back in Lima.

Will looked back over at the others. A few of them were still crying. Some were comforting them. Some were just standing there trying to get their head around what had happened. Will returned his gaze to Blaine. He nodded as he heard Blaine said about going to dinner. “I think that is a great idea.” He told Blaine. “I think it will help us all.”

“Whatever it takes.”  Blaine nodded before looking down at the reflection of the bright backstage lights in his polished leather shoes.  “We tried so hard.  We did our best.  Can’t let them forget that we did everything we could.”  Back teeth clinking together, Blaine’s jaw clenched causing the muscles along it to flinch at the tightness.  For all his put togetherness–his composure was starting to slip the more he felt his heart breaking.  One peek back at Sam again and it was almost undone completely.

Biting into the corner of his tightly puckered lips–he breathed deep and cleared his throat and only for a slip of a few seconds?  His features crumpled and he, finally, appeared like the lost, upset teenager he was doing his best to not think about because the problem was far bigger than what he felt.  “Yeah.  I’ll make reservations.”  He returned his attention back up, the slip gone and an unsteady smile freed the strip of flesh from his front teeth he’d been biting against.  “Thank you for getting us to this point.  It really was something spectacular.”

kurt.

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          Following the Warbler’s long trail of thought, the Cheerio’s brows arched before he was not so discreetly put back in his place by the other teenager; his countenance grown significantly more sour yet still practically unmoving as he desperately tried not to garner too much attention from the crowded table not too many steps removed from their position by the counter.  ❛ I think you’ll be more than happy to know you aren’t in fact the only boy I talk to, ❜  he spat through gritted teeth, an air of arrogance taking over.  ❛ Besides, this isn’t Gossip Girl. ❜  Kurt had to give the boy some credit. Not many of his fellow high school students had the guts for such public display of confrontation. Punishment usually fit the crime, and no matter just how much Coach Tenaka loved to promote a good old fashioned game of dodgeball, things didn’t usually tend to go in their favor. 

          ❛ You know my coffee order? ❜

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Seeing that he was getting under Kurt’s skin by simply keeping up with him and not backing down filled Blaine with a sense of pride that the other would have no idea the root cause of.  Kurt was nothing close to what he faced in his past.  Because Kurt wasn’t like his bullies who shaped the rest of his high school years (turning out for the better but what a path to get there….) with their ignorance (and fists and feet).  Kurt was as insecure as he could be and doing his best to fit in with his friends.  It was sad, really.  Because had Kurt chose a better group to surround himself with?  Putting as much passion as he did in trying to make Blaine’s every visit to the Lima Bean miserable?  He might be a person worth being around.  Or..maybe just a good person.  Instead of..this.  “Just the only boy every time I’m here.  But, yes, Kurt.  I’m happy your outer circle may just be a little more well-rounded than your inner one.  Gossip Girl?  I don’t think I get the reference..”  He blinked at the slip, only now seeing the error in rattling off his observation that he for some reason managed to commit to memory.  “Of course I do.”  His brain raced to blurt the first thing that he could to negate any meaning behind it..

“I’m sure anyone within two feet of you does with how snippily you bark it at the barista..”