Finn had been soaking up his summer break after his first year of teaching. While he loved his job, he definitely was excited for two months of paid vacation. He had a few glee club related things to do, so he brought his laptop to the Lima Bean, parking himself at a table and getting to work.
He noticed a familiar face walk through the door, and a grin spread across his lips. “I thought we kicked you out of Lima a long time ago,” he joked, standing up to hug his old friend. “What’re you doing here?!”
Their table would just fade into the background. Old conversations that were loud as day would just fade into the din of coffeehouse conversations, glass clinking together and the roar of overworked espresso machines. You can do this. You are going to do this. Blaine let out a breath as he stood outside the Lima Bean and adjusted his bowtie to make sure it was perfectly in place. No more repeats of the incident with Sam where his best friend didn’t recognize him without his look and thought he was trying to pick him up, thank you.
Two months of patching himself back together with a little help from ‘someone to talk to’ and he was going to try to give this spot another go. And he baby stepped strode inside. Three steps in and a pair of arms were waiting for him and a familiar voice that caused him to blink and look up. Finn? A wary smile turned warm and he stepped into the hug, returning it tight before stepping back and clasping Finn’s shoulders. “Oh. Wow. Yeah. You did. I guess I just couldn’t stay away,” his grin came easier than he thought it would, “H-How are you? You look good!”
That I AM pure and innocent all the time and you just have some bad judgement floating around in that superior-level mind of yours.
( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent )
Except when it comes to me of course. You invited me over and that’s pretty good judgement if I’d ever seen it.
( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) So… what should I bring when I head over?
( mssg » sebastian |sent ) I think you’re layering it on a little thick. Don’t you? Come on now. Pure and innocent? Um.. Not even a tiny bit.. ( mssg » sebastian |sent ) Is it now? I hope you’re right. I’d hate to think it was bad judgement on my part. 🙂 ( mssg » sebastian |sent ) Just yourself and your company. Unless you have something you’d want to bring?
Dave: Oh, I see. Like Whoopi Goldberg only not caramelite. Good show too, the musical came through last year. Didn’t hate it. Dave: LoL Dave: No, it was funny. I’m promise. I’m just mortified at myself as a general life rule. Dave: He has a hobby. The imperial rule of the apt takes up at least 18 hours of his day. Dave: Umm, well 75 percent chance I just erroneously dialed. Thick fingers. Dave: 25 percent chance I have you in my phone? Don’t recognize the number though so most likely not the latter. Dave: Wait- so what is the weirdest thing you’ve done this week?
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) The weirdest thing I’ve done this week? I can narrow it down to one of two things. The oddest being the fact that I watched two mimes (one painted gold, one painted silver) fist fight in the subway. ( mssg » unknown number | sent )
Allegedly, the silver mime was too close to other’s turf. A guy holding a sign reading “SINNERS REPENT” was standing there watching. I’m not sure if it was a sign from heaven or anything like that. But it was a surreal experience that only New York City can provide.
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Let’s figure out the mystery then. My name’s Blaine. Ring a bell?
He’s seen him around for a little while- not while working, luckily, but during the day. Coffee shops, bakeries, places Michael went when he had a little extra to spent after bills were all paid, or that he simply passed while walking dogs for neighbors in the morning.
That, of course, is what brings Michael to meeting the other young man; he assumed by the times he sees him usually, he only came around before work or during a lunch break- not every day, but often enough for Michael to remember him. He felt it safe then to think that the dog tangling itself with it’s leash around the stranger’s legs was probably the last thing he would want to deal with.
Michael crouches down, kneeling on the concrete and trying to get a handle on the energetic pup and begin untangling the leash. “I’m sorry, it’s– she’s new to the walking thing- I’m so sorry,”
Morning coffee has become far more than just a daily habit of his. It was now a necessity. Today, he was standing in line at his favorite shop for what felt like a tiny forever palming his face as he waited for the refresher on his caffeine levels.
Last night went well into this morning. Four hours of sleep caught just as the sun was coming up and he was on his way back. Opening night was two weeks away and to say everyone was in a frenzy of excitement and dread for things that might go wrong was an understatement.
Two steps out the door and Blaine found himself stumbling to a stop, coffee held up to prevent it from meeting an unfortunate death on the sidewalk. Round eyes darted down to…a dog? Okay this was just way too cute not to care about what the heck just happened. Laughing as the owner came to his rescue, he shook his head and move one foot free of the tangled mess with Michael’s help. “Hey. Hi. No, it’s okay. I don’t..wow! Does she ever stop moving?”
What he wouldn’t give for that amount of energy in a cup. Chuckling hard enough to pinch the edges of his eyes together. A hop later, he was free and joining Michael as he knelt down to pet the ball of wagging tail and fur. “She’s adorable. What’s her name?”
The sweep of his fingers back and forth through Barry’s hair never once stopped as the other settled in for apparently the long haul. Not that Blaine was complaining. Honestly? Moments like this where things were soft and warm and quiet between them were one of Blaine’s favorite ways to spend his day. Obviously, Barry shared the same opinion about their snuggle sessions in front of the television. “I agree. One problem though,” his fingers curled towards his palm as he lifted his hand from the top of his boyfriend’s head leaving just the pointer jutted out. So it could poke him on the nose as Blaine crinkled his and laughed. “Movie is possible. Popcorn? Not so much with you on my lap.. One of us has to get up.”
[ sms ›› nightbird ] little old me? [ sms ›› nightbird ] wanna make out with my face? [ sms ›› nightbird ] it could be our next secret mission. project bump & grind; the blam edition
( mssg » sam | sent ) oh That wasn’t supoosed to send Iw as trying to erase it ( mssg » sam | sent ) I was trying to pretend I was drunk enough to ext you that and not wcare but turmns out I..liek stilll do ( mssg » sam | sent ) wait..foir real? the blam project bump & grind would be a thign? I mean a more than that one time we havent talked about since it hapepend thing. hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not nice to mess with drunk people?
he probably shouldn’t watch horror movies before bed and he definitely should not have slept on the couch. everything hurt. hands rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to rouse himself from the drowsy feeling he had, groaning slightly as his frame rose. as his vision became clearer, he could see blaine and his crooked grin formed. ❛ sorry, man. didn’t mean to give ya the creeps. it’s all good, i’m glad you and him are spendin’ time together. ❛ then again, even normally, finn had always been a sleep talker and at one point, a sleep walker – or so he’d been told by kurt who’d heard him mumbling in his sleep countless times.
as he stood, he realized that blaine had been attempting to leave and he offered a raised brow, but a small grin played about his lips. ❛ not gonna stick around for breakfast ? I mean, after Kurt wakes up we can all go, if you want. unless, you have somethin’ else you gotta do. ❛ finn folded up the cover he was using, placing it on the back of the couch before headed towards the kitchen to grab something to drink, leaving Blaine where he stood.
Arms crossed loosely in front of his chest, Blaine leaned against the doorframe between the living room and the hallway, laughing again when Finn tried to apologize for coming off like America’s worst movie Momma’s boy ever on screen. It was rather adorable to see him still half-awake and that crooked grin was priceless. Quieting down hearing that Finn was happy he was here with Kurt–he instantly felt his face heat up. “Yeah? I… Thank you. It was a great night..and waking up with him was even better.” It’d been a week since Kurt spent the night at his house. Reconnecting and waking up with his boyfriend after an entire week without it? Blaine couldn’t be happier.
“Oh! No!” He perked up and dropped his hand from where it rested on the opposite forearm and slung his thumb towards the door down the hall. “I wasn’t, actually, planning on leaving for good today. I was going to sneak out for coffee to surprise him with. Though waiting for him to wake up and going out with the two of you sounds even better. We could start coffee now if you want. I could even make the two of you breakfast if that sounds better,” he asked watching Finn as he walked past before following behind him. God, he was tall. With no shoes on (they were still by the door)..it was even worse.
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 mein 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.”
// How are you even real? David, you are so freaking kind. You should be life goals to anyone who wants to be a good person. And thank you, Kelsey! I am so glad that we connected! I can’t wait to do many awesome things with you!
LOOK AT THIS. Triple the love because J is a human with a heart of gold. I could not agree more Marcel. And if you want to see the actual real life Blaine Anderson in rp….check her out. @pianokeysandbowties
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// How do I find such awesome people? Seriously! Both of you are so freaking sweet. Thank you so much! I really needed this today. Love you two!!! Like a ton!!
Also, Marcel. This xx is a lot of love. But not even close to the amount of it I have for you. My bb. Awwww.
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