“ just wait until tomorrow ; i’m determined to make her cry at least once before rehearsal is over . its not MY fault she lacks character . she can dish it but she can’t take it . at least rachel berry has a backbone . its sad . like watching bambi trying to walk for the first time , PAINFUL but impossible to look away ”.
“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if her head didn’t blow up. Or SHE just goes,” Blaine’s fingers waved around like he was mixing together just the right concoction for a massive Tina Tantrum Bomb then shot up in a mushroom cloud formation gesturing that his conjuring worked along with a perfectly timed, “KAPOW!” Smirking, he leaned in and bonked their shoulders together. “All I’m saying is if we were put in charge of keeping her distracted so she doesn’t make Rachel want to throw her–or herself–out the window and she explodes while under our supervision? THEY’RE going to make us clean up the mess.”
HE STARES BLANKLY AT THE GROUND FOR A MOMENT – brows furrowed as he really thought this one through. ❛ huh. i guess that makes sense. sorta. ❜ & just like that ; he’s satisfied. he hums softly & nods. ❛ it’s really sweet smelling. ❜
“Huh. I didn’t notice..” Blaine sniffed like he was testing to see if he could smell it. Sure, he wanted to make Kurt happy by using the gifts he bought and smelling good to your other half is important (though was he making a mistake all this time with his own cologne? cause it wasn’t close to chocolate scented.) but he didn’t want to go around smelling like a Hershey’s bar either.
“….A good kind of really sweet? Or a this is way too much kind? Cause there’s a BIG difference.”
“Did you know Tina has a GIGANTIC crush on you? Everyone thinks it’s super weird, but I think it’s kinda sweet. Have you not told her you’re gold star gay?”
“Hang on. Tina? And did you just say everyone? Yes, she knows I’m gold star gay. I’m pretty sure the whole school does. Um.. How do you know? Did she say something to you? How does everyone but ME know?”
Rachel didn´t like to think about the day she had heard about Finn´s death. She didn´t like to think about how it had felt like someone had ripped out her heart, thrown it to the ground and repeatedly stepped on it. She had never really lost someone. A grandma, yes, but she had been too little to comprehend it and this? This was entirely different. It wasn´t like she had necessarily been head over heels in love with Finn anymore, but he had been her person. Her first love. And part of her had thought that, maybe, at some point they would get it together and be a couple. Maybe it had been wishful thinking, and not the best idea, but it had been there, inside her head and heart, and now that this possibility had been taken from her she had no idea how to deal with it all.
She snuggled closer against Blaine then, letting him tangle their legs together. He had lost a friend too. Kurt had lost a brother. They had all lost Finn and while life had to go on ( Like the show had to go on, or all over the place, like Finn had always said ) it was hard to just pull herself together. She´d have to go back to NYADA at some point though, they had given her two weeks off, but she knew Finn wouldn´t have wanted her to fall behind.
She sighed as she buried her face against Blaine´s chest. “I love you too…and I`m sorry I´m putting all of this on you.” She whispered. “I know it´s hard on you too.” She stifled another yawn. “And you´ve been so kind. So thank you.”
“Please don’t think of apologizing to me. That should be the last thing from your mind. I just want to be here..” Yes, he lost Finn and damn it there was a giant of a quarterback sized hole in his heart that’d been there ever since he got the call asking him to come to the Hummel-Hudson house. But. Rachel and Kurt needed him more than he felt like he had the right to lean on them. His loss wasn’t any less significant. There’s really no comparison when it comes to grieving and it’s, definitely, not something to try and ‘one-up’ anyone over. It wasn’t anything like that. They just needed him and he made a promise to Burt that he’d make sure to be here if only to LISTEN. Whatever the two of them needed, he’d give it freely. And deal with his pain in pieces with them when they could take it. Or silently when he didn’t think they could.
“Of course. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Gentle, careful fingers began to lace their way through Rachel’s hair and his free hand scooped hers up to hold both against his chest. His pulse was steady and strong and there to give her something to focus on. Breathing deep, fingertips lightly grazed over her scalp and he sighed towards the ceiling.
Blaine’s fingers never stopped playing with her hair as he let his eyes fall shut. He didn’t need to open his eyes when he felt the bed budge next to him. Kurt was here and there were a pair of arms wrapped around him and one leg stretched over both his and Rachel’s. “Get some rest. Both of you. Breakfast in the morning. Don’t forget.”
⟨ text : blaine ⟩gif. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩she wouldn’t be too thrilled about her most handsome and talented son being behind bars either. or his really good and equally handsome and talented friend frank. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩i went to get in’n’out. then came back. it’s great material for my upcoming audition for the new fast and furious movie. living on the wild side. hit and run. ruining cars left right and center. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ every successful celebrity has an assistant, blaine. that’s hollywood 101. you can’t expect me to handle my own calendar can you? you don’t mingle with the other stars, you send your assistant to mingle with the other assistants. you’ll be able to read this and other tips in the book i’m getting ghost written. available fall of 2018. maybe. i’ll send you a signed for christmas. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ of course not. that’s the drink of producers blaine. everyone knows serious actors order a 5 shot venti, 2/5th decaf, ristretto shot, 1 pump vanilla, 1 pump hazelnut, breve, 1 sugar in the raw, with whip, caramel drizzle on top, free poured, 4 pump mocha. and the starbucks queue is a right of passage when starting your day. have you really woken up if you haven’t waited over 30 minutes for your coffee? i think not.
( mssg » cooper | sent )gif. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I’m pretty sure she’s not going to be very excited if you–or Frank–end up in jail. I could always run it by her in a hypothetical sense? See what she has to say about bailing you out? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) You know. Hypothetically? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) You’re auditioning for the new Fast and Furious? Hang on. You’re method acting your audition for the new Fast and Furious? Coop? Can you please not? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Wow. How did you know what I always wanted? Who’s doing the writing? Please don’t tell me it’s the Starbucks guy. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) That drink sounds disgusting. You could, I don’t know, always just go for some coffee? Milk, couple of sweetners? Could streamline your day. I’m pretty sure it’s a miracle that you’ve survived this long in Los Angeles if you’re making people wait that long in the morning for coffee.
( sms : blaine ) I suppose he has been spending an awful lot of time in Washington with Carole. ( sms : blaine ) I guess it’s a date. ( sms : blaine ) 😽
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yeah. He still checks in on me now and then when they’re in town. It means a lot that he wants to make sure I’m doing okay.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Definitely. You bet! I’ll see you at the airport. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
❛ THAT’S RIGHT. l e g i t. don’t let it go to your head, though. ❜ he knocks back another shot almost immediately after it’s placed in front of him, nodding at the bartender in acknowledgement. ❛ i can’t help it that hummel doesn’t have good tastes, man. haters are gonna hate – you just gotta ignore ‘em. ❜
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Says the guy who went from ‘wow, really?’ to sitting a bit more straight backed on his barstool immediately after earning the Puckerman Seal Of Approval on his wardrobe choice. Blaine stole the chance to take another drink from his beer while Puck downed his (they both lost count of how many-ith) shot for the night. “Haters gonna hate. No truer words have ever been spoken.” Huffing a laugh, he gave Puck a wry grin and a playfully suspicious glare. “As long as you don’t say his lack of good tastes pertains to significant others, too? I appreciate the compliment. Almost as much as I appreciate the free beer. Thanks, by the way.”
A mixture of confusion and excitement washed over her features, at Blaine’s vague proposition. It was rare for people to seek her out, if they hadn’t already gotten some of the heavier hitters on board, first. “You can snag a bunch of my seconds, if your idea is super good.”
Brittany getting excited only made Blaine get more excited. Now that he had her attention, all he had to do was make the pitch and get her onboard. Mike would be easy. Britt was the one he needed the buy in from. “Okay. You know how some of our newer members might need a little help if they’re not going to–as Rachel used to put it. Fingers formed air quotes around the phrase. “Sway in the background? We know that’s not going to be enough this year.”
“What I’m thinking is..you, Mike, me? We show them how they can actually have fun dancing. Not Mister Schue’s version. One that works. You in?”
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