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barry.

                              Barry shook his head in disbelief, the card earning itself an amused chuckle no matter how many times he read the joke. “This is gonna get framed,” he promised, deciding he could not let it go to waste by stuffing it in a drawer where it would most likely never get looked at again. “And you are gonna get kissed.” 

In fact, he immediately proceeded to make that promise a reality, leaving the card on his desk as he walked around it. He brought his hands up to cup Blaine’s face and leaned forward, pressing their lips together. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

      Seeing the cheesiness of the card he was almost half-embarrassed to hand over to his boyfriend win the reaction he was getting?  Made the risk for the exact (such as a blank stare and complete what the hell expression) completely worth it.  “I don’t know that it’s worth framing but I’ll buy you one if you think it’s that priceless of a work of art.  I made it myself, you know?” His finger shot up, gesturing for Barry to pause.  “I think it took hours.  A true labor of–”

Their lips met and Blaine’s knees went weak.  Both sets of fingers curled around Barry’s wrists as he lifted up into the kiss and swooned when it was over.  “Happy Valentine’s Day.  Thank you for giving me a reason to fall in love with it again.”

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barry.

      “It’s not too much,” Barry reassured him, reading ( or at least sensing ) a trace of insecurity in Blaine’s tone, as if anyone could be anything but appreciative towards such a welcoming. “Actually, it’s exactly what I would have done.” In his case, he would have spent half an hour dashing up and down his loft, wondering if he had lit too many candles, or too few, or if the flowers were too much, or if maybe he should add a vase with flowers on whatever space was left on the first flat surface he caught sight on. Which was why he was relieved Blaine had been the one to invite him over instead, unknowingly sparing him from some serious stressing out. 

It was not too much, not to his eyes, but for someone who would have done the exact same thing, Barry was still having a hard time wrapping his head around why anyone would go through that much trouble for him. Not because there was some masochist tendency trying to convince him he didn’t deserve it ( all thoughts of that nature were kept at bay when Blaine was around ), but because any scenario at all, anything the other would have wanted to receive him with would have been perfect, nothing would have been repelling. After all, how could it when behind it rested the intention of doing something nice for him? To prove just how appreciative he was, Barry walked over the few steps that separated them, a single hand reaching over to cup Blaine’s chin so he could tilt his head up towards him and press a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

A cool splash of relief washed in, tickling it’s way across the growing temperature of his cheeks and down his spine right into his belly where it eased the discomfort that was building up the more he watched Barry take everything in.  It hit him so hard that a sigh nothing short of an unspoken thank goodness that he couldn’t hold it in was exhaled deep enough that his chest sank.  And he could officially breathe again after.  “I know it is.  But I wanted to preempt that and take my chance while the taking was good,” he hummed softly mindlessly chewing on his bottom lip right after.  Round eyes watched the taller of the pair close, enjoying how he lit up and smiled at him.  This reaction was why he did what he did.  Just to see that expression.

The distance was closed and Blaine stopped gnawing on his bottom lip the second his chin was taken into Barry’s delicate hold.  Nothing, short of a few things he wouldn’t think about currently, could make his knees as weak as the seemingly small, but to Blaine, intimate beyond words gesture. Putty in his hands.  Or hand.  That’s what it made him.  Head to toe, he relaxed and lifted up slightly meeting the kiss gently as his fingers touched down, feather light, against the bends of Barry’s elbows.  “You’re welcome,” another kiss and he lowered his heels the inch or two to the floor they’d risen from.  Dumbstruck for a beat, he gave him a lopsided, curious little smile then seemed to catch himself with an upwards twitch of his brows and a stuttered.  “You can make yourself comfortable while I get us some wine.  Pick a movie maybe?  Anything you want.”

miller mayfair.

Exchanging a series of text with a random dude definitely wasn’t the strangest thing Miller had ever done.  Being here in New York, dealing with the obligations of visiting with family, he’d welcome the amusing distraction from his normal routine of staying in his hotel room watching whatever convenient marathon of shows they had on their most interesting channels.  The buzz of it quickly wore off, and he’d almost written off the guy completely, until his cellphone screen flashed up with the most magical word of all:  bar.

A bar was precisely the cures to all his ails.  Plus, it wasn’t like there was anything all that bizarre about meeting a stranger at a new location.  Miller did it all the time.  Simply par for the course in his line of work.  And it wasn’t like this was some kind of blind date type of deal.  More like.. blind bros.  A potential to commiserate with alcohol and conversation with someone who didn’t strike him as a total shmuck.

When he arrived, the first thing he did was amble over to the bar to place down a credit card for a tab.  Naturally, the account attached to it belonged to his boss – who would be footing the bill for this entire trip, but it was okay so long as he wrote it all off as being for ‘Research Purposes’.  Ada would probably raise her eyebrows at him for daring to try to pass off a bar bill as part of his field research.  Still.  This place was probably haunted.  So it counted.

Every place in New York was just a little bit haunted.

Miller grabbed the first drink of the night, whiskey in the glass that he thumped down on the counter near the piano.  There were enough people gathered around that spot that he could pretend he wasn’t drinking solo.  He squirmed on the stool to tug out his pack of smokes and lighter, after a quick inspection of the place indicated that it mercifully allowed smoking inside still.  Thank fuck.

The back of his hand shoved absently at the corner of his glasses as he gave a dismissive look at the dude at the piano.  This place wasn’t exactly his normal scene.  Miller didn’t usually get wasted in bars where dudes wore pants with boats on them.  He tapped out debris in a nearby ashtray while the guy sang, glancing around for a signal from the one he was supposed to meet here.

Then, while he stared a while longer at Boat Pants, it clicked in his head that this was exactly the person he had come to meet.  Drink and a show.  Welcome to New York.

As the last notes of She’s Always A Woman To Me finished with a round of applause with the small crowd that filtered in, Blaine plucked at a few more keys and gave the crowd a warm, appreciative smile. His tip jar was filling up nice enough that he decided to continue through to a couple more Billy Joel covers just to keep them coming.  New Yorkers (and especially the tourists) loving that Long Island boy always made paying tomorrow’s bills a little easier. He’d get to his own music later on tonight.  Bank account first, music you wrote and/or prefer after you’re sure the lights are going to stay on.  Ahh, the burdens of adulthood.

Piano Man followed to warm them up.  His eyes kept scanning the bar wondering if his mystery texter was already there.  For some reason, the solo guy at the bar who was watching him and smoking like a chimney stood out from the others.  Mainly because he was alone and the only people that came here by themselves were people he knew by name that had their preferred stools at the bar and drink orders in a could-make-them-in-his-sleep in Joe’s brain menu.

This guy wasn’t one of them.

Mystery texter identified?  Maybe?  As the vocals from his patrons picked up in time with his, Blaine dipped his head in a nod to Miller and then went back to making eye contact with those closest to him.  He even encouraged them to sing louder with the occasional wave of his hand and bounce on his piano bench.  New York State Of Mind rounded things out and just like that, he had his spending money taken care of.  Thank you, Mister Joel.

Standing up from his perch, Blaine gave a promise to be back later, thanked them for putting up with him so far tonight and stepped around the piano.  Bellying up next to Miller and trusting that his guess was right (or this was going to get awkward really fast), the singer brushed his hands on the outsides of his thighs so he could offer him a hand that wasn’t cramped up from banging on piano keys.  

“Hi..uhm.  Sorry to keep you waiting,” his eyebrows scrunched together just above that curious gaze reading back and forth over Millers, “Or did I guess wrong and you have no idea what I’m talking about?”

santana.

Santana just half shrugged at his thank you, a small smile returning his much warmer one. He was always so open with her, so welcoming. That didn’t mean she had to be the same, but it did add a softer essence to her usual bitchy exterior. That was something very few people got without paying a price. Guess she has a soft spot for the pride parade. Wonder why. She stayed beside him as he spoke, but her eyes could tell you she was miles away. As he blabbered on && on, she found herself wishing the conversation could be over before it started. So with a roll of her eyes, she’d let him have it.

“Calm down, baby duckling. You don’t have to chase me down when you want a FAVOR. You just have to offer something sweet for me in return. You can start with paying for coffee — && a scone.” she added the last bit on with some emphasized menace. Just to keep up some kind of tough attitude. So what if she came all the way to Dalton for him? That didn’t mean squat. He would be getting her coffee after all && a scone. It was a fair trade. “Now — want to tell me what your stress zit is coming on for?”

Blaine watched Santana as they walked, a curious look made his eyes glint with interest.  Why did she look so distant?  Why was her smile so small?  It made him wonder what was on her mind.  Or if his request and her coming here so quickly wasn’t something she wanted to do but felt she had to.  Though Santana Lopez didn’t seem the type of person to get herself backed into a corner and do anything because it was forced on her.  What thoughts were being mulled around in her head, then?  Thinking it wasn’t a good idea to ask, for now, Blaine let it slide and focused on the initial reason they were together to begin with.  To talk.

At first, his eyes widen.  All he wanted to do was talk about a mutual friend and he wasn’t sure what she’d want from him back. A scone though?  Okay, that made him chuckle.  He was thinking a lot worse than a baked treat and coffee.  Bowing his head in a nod, the Warbler laces his fingers together behind his back, thumbs lightly toying with one another as he veered them towards a hall that was becoming increasingly filled with a warm, earthy coffee smell. Wait?!  He had a zit?  No way!  After a blink, lips parted and shut then he smirked happily.  All while fighting the urge to check because, for some reason, he was pretty sure she was hoping he would just to mess with him.  “I need some advice about Kurt and I was hoping that you could give it to me. Or if you would.  Or am I completely out of bounds here?  You can tell me if I am and we can just have coffee and a scone.  But I thought maybe you could help me out.”

jeff.

Jeff laughed as he watched Blaine pushing him towards the door and continued bouncing down the hallway calling out “ohhhh yeah!!!” hearing replies in return as he guided Blaine towards the stairs and down towards the room where the Practice was held. “You’ll enjoy practice were working on stuff for sectionals, and if we win then we practice for regionals, and if we win then we go to nationals” he beamed. “The last few years we’ve been good enough to get to Sectionals and Regionals, but sometimes we struggle at Nationals. Perhaps if you join we could get help!” he rambled as he made it to the door with Blaine. 

He threw the doors open and called out “Hey guys, Look what I brought!” he stepped aside and pushed blaine playfully into the room “Fresh meat and he smells amazing!” he teased laughing as he’d seen Nick roll his eyes at him and shook his head. 

Entering he shut the door behind him and Blaine and made his way over to the couch pulling Blaine gently with him “You can sit with me and Nicky” he proclaimed pushing Thad off the couch with a grin and giving the spot to Blaine and sitting next to Nicky who looked at him with a shocked face at his behavior and he beamed proud of himself bringing Blaine to the group. 

“I might be the worst singer in the world and you’re asking me to join from what I hear is the best a capella boys group this side of the Mississippi.  If not both sides.  Are you sure you’re willing to take a chance on me,” he grinned.  Sure he’d spoken about belonging to a singing group at his previous school but Blaine never mentioned to what extent.  For all they knew?  He could be the quiet, mousy guy in the back that could barely hold a tune and was let in because people felt too sorry to say no.  Laughter bubbled out of him as he kept up with Jeff growing more and more excited the closer they got to the infamous double doors of the Warblers private room.

Steps stuttered to an abrupt stop at the shout Jeff announced their arrival with.  Crimson heat spread over his face, neck and disappeared into the crisp, white collar of his dress shirt. One arm slung over his middle and fingers lightly touched the bent elbow of the other.  Using lifted fingertips to hide behind–Blaine palmed his embarrassed grin and spread his fingertips away from his forehead to flick a wave to the other guys.  “I..  Hi.  I don’t know what he’s saying but–hi.  Should I be worried or something?”  When in doubt?  Tease back.

Seeing Thad thunk onto the floor–Blaine’s eyes flared wide for a second but as the boy began to laugh and shake his head–Blaine offered him his hand to help him sit up.  To his surprise? Trent took a seat on the floor beside the couch happy to use the arm to lean back against and not letting Blaine give up ‘his seat’ no matter how many times he tugged or motioned for the poor boy to sit back down again.  He’d take the floor.  Or wherever.  As long as he got to be a part of this.  Settled next to Jeff–he finally glanced at each face that greeted him.  “Thanks for having me.  Please.  Ignore what he said.  I just want to hear you guys sing without battling a small crowd to catch a glimpse.  Promise.  You won’t even know I’m here.”

elliott.

“Blaine,” he sighed, moving in his seat to lean forwards properly, a hand going to the others forearm and giving a squeeze – he wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure him or try to apologise in part for what he’d just said. “Please don’t take that the wrong way. I didn’t mean it like that.” His opinion hadn’t changed, he still thought they made and amazing couple and he would continue to think that. Hell, if he was the jealous type when it came to relationships they would be at the top of his list, they really had it going for them.

“It’s just that, there’s a big difference between dating and getting married. It’s a really big commitment to make – hell I wouldn’t even consider it now, and I’m a few years older.” Even with his steady boyfriend a few years ago, it had been out of the question. “I do support you both – absolutely so – it’s just that I feel this is a bad idea at the moment.” He didn’t want to upset Blaine, or Kurt by extension, but with how suffocating the city could be, he felt marriage was a bad idea to add on top of that.

He felt his heart sinking deeper and he wasn’t sure anymore if Elliott’s advice was the main cause.  There were so many warning signs that he and Kurt were rushing too fast.  That maybe there were issues underlying their engagement that they needed to work on still.  Kurt’s excitement when they daydreamed about their wedding–or any mention of the word, really, no matter who’s wedding it was–used to be so over the top.  Colors, music, themes, delighted clapping while Kurt bounced on his feet gushing so much Blaine couldn’t get a word in.  That’s how beautifully excited his fiance’ used to get. Lately?  Getting a word out of him about a guest list seemed to give Kurt a migraine or to automatically start grinding his teeth together.  

Just stress.  Too much nervousness now that the reality of his own wedding was drawing near. So?  Blaine countered it by taking on the bulk of the responsibility in hopes that Kurt would catch up after getting a break to get his excitement back and realize everything was going to be okay. Hearing someone else say otherwise peeled his blinders back too far.  So far that his arm retracted from Elliott’s touch and both were wrapped around his middle.  Chin tucked down–Blaine shrugged and stared at the cheap lacquer on the tabletop.  “I know there’s a difference. But it’s not a bad idea.  Nothing about Kurt and I is a bad idea,” his throat struggled to swallow and he was getting too defensive.  Too caved in on himself for it to be solely a reaction to well meaning advice.  “We’ve made it through too much to give up on our future now.  A-And I’m not going to let that happen.  I can’t.”