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Sebastian shrugged in response, turning his body to the side so that he could look at Blaine properly, he knew tonight was mostly about cheering Blaine up, but he couldn’t resist checking him out with him stood this close. His lips curled up into his signature smirk, as he raised his glass to his lips, taking a small sip, before finally speaking up. “I figured you could use a drink after the day you’ve had,”

He reached out, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, before leaning back a little on his bar stool. “Now this is better than wallowing at home, right Killer?” he asked with a grin, “So how about we get a few more of those inside of you, and we can hit the dance floor, and you can put today all behind you, hm?”

His glass rose up in time with Sebastian’s so he could return the tip with a small tuck of his chin towards his collar in thanks before taking a small inhale of the drink and downing his first sip. The liquor was stronger than he was used to but there was a sweetness to it that made it more palatable and less embarrassingly cringeworthy if he’d have choked on it.  A sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip erased the traces of it from his skin before he smirked down at the contents inside the glass.  Both brows shot up in the affirmative and the second sip was more than enough of a ‘you’re right’ than he ever could have said out loud.  

Today was a day he’d come here to forget.  For a plethora of reasons he’d rather not think about (sort of negated the whole forgetting part–didn’t it?).  Blaine smiled at the pat and let his weight rest against Sebastian’s shoulder for just a moment–another thanks, another means of just showing he was glad for the invite–and he was climbing up onto the stool to perch beside his friend.  “I’m not sure I’m up for dancing but a few more of these,” the bottom of the glass rocked back and forth in his hand, “and I might be.”  They could both hope?  “By the way..  What are you doing here tonight?”

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patrick.

[Text]: Will do.
[Text]: Wait, what do you mean IF he likes me? Everyone likes me. I’m fucking charming! I’ll definitely get those beers!
[Text]: Oh, It won’t be something childish like Sesame Street, but if I need a good 80′s love ballad, I’m not ashamed to request Careless Whisper. Cheesy love ballads are the greatest, and you know it. 😉 
[Text]: Oh, and I have no problem dealing with you later. That sounds pretty promising to me… 😉

( mssg » patrick | sent ) I know you’re charming.  Joe just requires more than charming to get past his Dad stare.  I don’t understand why but I’m not asking an old man why he’s taken me in as a son he’s never had.
( mssg » patrick | sent )

Especially considering I think he is probably part of the mafia.

( mssg » patrick | sent ) If he offers you alcohol for free?  I think that’s the same thing was being invited into the family.  Or allowed to circle it on the outside until you graduate to the next level.  
( mssg » patrick | sent )

I can’t tell you how many customers he’s kicked out who’ve tried hitting on me at the bar.  Not that I’m complaining.  I’m pretty sure he did me a favor each time.
( mssg » patrick | sent ) Oh, how little you know if you think having me sing Wham! is a threat.   

( mssg » patrick | sent ) Are you sure about that?  Are you realllllly sure?? 

😉

// UPDATE: I’m, finally, feeling better!  That took a lot longer than I thought it would.  Gonna start catching up by drafting some replies tonight and iconing them tmrw.  Thanks so much for all your notes and messages on discord.  I have the best peeps ever.  Love you cats!  Come say hi!

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// Hi! Sorry! I haven’t been the greatest for a few days. Ended up in the Emergency Room last night. Doing so-so. It’s gonna take me another day or so to get back on my feet. My painkillers are stomping my rear and I barely slept (doing a lot of that tonight tho!). I wanted to give you cats a heads up! On Discord off and on! Mutuals message me for it if you want!

patrick.

[Text]: I’m pretty excited to see you sing tonight. Gives me a chance to grab a beer and unwind, too.
[Text]: Don’t be surprised if I request a super embarrassing or cheesy song, either. 😉

( mssg » patrick | sent ) Are you?  Well.  Make sure you tell Joe, behind the bar, that you’re my date and you might get a couple of those beers on the house. If he likes you. 

😉
( mssg » patrick | sent ) You know..I can pretend I didn’t hear it!  I’m not above disappointing a “customer” if they make me sing Sesame Street or something equally as embarrassing.  Plus! You DO have to deal with me later!

Patrick and Blaine//We’re All in the Mood for a Melody

patrick.

Patrick chuckled at the ridiculing from Blaine. The order was a bit much, but it really was the perfect mix. “It’s not bad! It’s really good. Try a sip!” He nudged the cup towards him and pouted. “Just experiment with the ingredients, and you’ll find something tailored to your pallet.” Patrick smirked playfully at the comment and inhaled slowly, trying to force back a giggle. “Well, you kind of can tell the difference. But you can’t really tell what two hundred forty degrees is since water boils at two hundred and twelve…” He winked at him and let his laughter slip.

Patrick gasped. “I can’t forget you! You’re going to be my marketing manager, duh! I didn’t even have a huge plan other than my design job, but now I have to quit it to make all these millions of dollars that wouldn’t have happened without you!” He smiled and nervously tapped two fingers on the table. “So, maybe you should give me your number that way we can talk business details. Or, other things.”

Blaine’s brows shot up, the laughter still dancing in the brightness of his eyes as he tapped the edge of his coffee cup.  “Um.  Excuse me?  I have found the perfect mix.  Thank you.  It just involves a whole lot less than what’s inside your cup.  How do they even manage to leave room for coffee,” he asked with a grin feeling lighter than he has in weeks.  Hell.  Laughing more than he has in months in a matter of minutes felt good.  Too good to not want to hang onto the moment for as long as he could get it.  Even if he was pushing making it to the bar on time? Patrick’s company was well worth running six blocks in a rush to make it there.

“Your marketing manager,” lips formed a perfect ‘o’ that he took in a deep breath and pretended to mull over the job offer way too hard.  Deflating with a breath blown out from puffy cheeks, he scrunched his nose and leaned in.  “If the salary is spectacular enough to pull me away from music?  Then you have yourself a deal.  Going to cost you though.  A lot.”  Performing at a piano bar might not seem very glamorous paired up with, say what Rachel was doing, but it let him make music and that was enough to get him by.  Pausing when Patrick asked him for his number, he felt the temperature in his cheeks and nose heat up to the 260 degrees he was just making fun of earlier.  Or, other things being the main reason for the blush.  But he nodded and pulled out his phone regardless.  If someone could brighten his day this much?  Getting their number was, without a doubt, a great idea.  You know.  For business.  “Give me your number and I’ll text you mine..”

A beginning of something new.  A new connection.  Strange how today started out like every other he’s had for over a year now..and now it was quickly turning into anything but..

sam.

“So…I was thinking, you know how there’s that dance next week with Crawford? What if we like…went together? Like as a date?” Sam asked earnestly, his eyes intent on Blaine’s reaction. He knew it was risky, Blaine’s history with school dances weren’t positive, he knew that. But he also knew that Blaine trusted him, and he knew that he was getting tired of not being Blaine’s boyfriend, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to take the risk. “It could be fun? And I’m not the best dancer so I won’t steal any amount of the spotlight from you, and the Warblers are performing…so…we gotta go anyways…?”

Shock registered on Blaine’s face before he could get his composure back from Sam managing to momentarily steal it.  He wanted to go to the dance together?  Blaine never would have seen this coming. Never.  Most of the Warblers were busy trying to get dates with one of the girls from Crawford and the few others who weren’t particularly into that sort of date were going together. Maybe as friends.  Or something more.  Blaine, on the other hand, was busy trying to focus solely on performing there and trying to ignore the feeling of the rock in his belly turning into a boulder at the idea of..a dance.  He hadn’t asked anyone.  Nor did he expect to be asked. Especially not by the only person that..if he wasn’t busy trying to ignore his nerves getting into a mess and the way his mind kept trailing off to a place he wished it wouldn’t go..he would give anything to have ask him.  Even if it was only as friends.  But Sam one-upped it with one word ‘date’  and now he was tongue tied and his heart was beating so fast while simultaneously feeling like it was floating into the clouds..   Sam asked him out.  “I–.  You want to..”  Stuttering the first few words out, his cheeks exploded with color. He’d be embarrassed later.  “I..I mean.. You want to go with me as a date?  I want to make sure I heard that right.”