“Thank you for coming, Santana.” Blaine offered the girl a warm, welcoming smile as they stood inside the grand foyer of Dalton Academy. In the post class hours, the entrance itself was quiet. Most of the students were in their extracurriculars, having dinner, or off in their dorms leaving him as the sole person standing in the massive room waiting for the Cheerio to arrive. He’d sent her a text asking to speak about Kurt. Thankful he had a means of contacting her aside from asking Kurt. A+ for being sober enough at the beginning of Rachel’s party to exchange numbers before both of them took a two person ticket to Drunk Town.
Their plan to meet up came a lot sooner than the weekend. Just a few hours later and she was here. In Westerville. To Blaine’s surprise but not really. “I meant it when I said you didn’t have to drive all the way to Dalton. I could’ve met you in Lima when we took Trent back for the weekend but thank you for coming. How about coffee? We could get some and then go talk?”
text — blaine ; Noted. 😇 text — blaine ; It’s certainly a nice and welcoming change from your typical high school make out session behind the bleachers. text — blaine ; And definitely a lot more exciting compared to inside the bedroom. text — blaine ; Even though that’s definitely, too, still very much on the table. text — blaine ; Just maybe not so much as an extracurricular. text — blaine ; I should probably stop texting.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Thank you for clearing that up. I was already trying to pull together a list of not so boring places for impromptu makeout sessions in my head if those aren’t your forte. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh and..! I thought you liked my bedroom! That went through my head too. But now that that’s settled? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yes. We should probably stop texting and start finding ways to bid these guys adieu. Who should make the “we forgot we have a duet that we should work on” pitch? You or me?
“I know this probably sounds like the weirdest invitation you’ve ever heard but..hear me out?” Blaine curled his fingers towards his palms and shoved them into the pockets of his grey slacks as he approached Mason. Thank God, the hallway was empty. No one needed to hear the pitch he was about to make. No one but Mason, who missed the entire leading up to part of this conversation, and was about to be caught up very quick. MOSTLY.
“Some of the upperclassmen swear Dalton is haunted. They dared the Warblers that we are too chicken to find out. We all know we aren’t.. There was an argument.. Um. Long story short? They dared us that you and I wouldn’t last a night in the old orchestra storage rooms. I told them they were wrong. Soooo. Impromptu dusty creepy room indoors camping trip? Maybe?”
Barely past the time McKinley let out, Rachel’s phone began to ring. Blaine waited to hear her voice before perking up and greeting the brunette diva. “Hello, Rachel? It’s Blaine. I know this is probably pretty embarrassing to bring up but I wanted to check in on you.” Blaine cringed inwardly as he leaned his shoulder against a beam with a giant Lima Bean logo plastered directly in the center. “Word travels pretty fast.” No mention of how the messy events reached the attention of the Warblers so quickly. They had their ways.
“Rumor has it you suffered a rather traumatic experience at your assembly? Something about a chain reaction lesson-the-hard-way to never drink before performing. For the sake of not wanting to go into too much detail, I’ll leave it there. But! I wanted to check and see if you were alright. I know food might be the last thing on your mind but I thought I’d invite you to meet me at the Lima Bean for tea? My treat. I think you deserve it after today..”
Blaine returned Trent’s little wave as the last of the Warblers, who all but him recently dispersed from their usual table, stood up from his chair. He watched as his friend hurried off to go finish the last of his assignments before the weekend started, a pleasant smile met Trent’s back and then he was gone leaving him the sole person left at the only empty table inside Dalton’s cafe’. Lifting his coffee to take a sip, Blaine hummed at the taste as he flipped through the pages of sheet music they were bickeringvery passionately discussing for the better part of two hours. What song would be the start? The middle? The big, hopefully impressive ending? And why did they all but say they wanted him to pick? His cup was sat just within reach, teeth worrying against his bottom lip as a shadow caught his attention.
Glancing up at the tall boy, Blaine noticed he looked like he was trying to find a place to sit. Another cursory look over his shoulder at how many students were still milling about–the Warbler cleared his throat to get the boy’s attention. “Busy time to be here. Everyone’s getting their after class caffeine fix,” his smile was warm and open, “There’s plenty of room at this table. You can sit here if you want to…?”
// Sorry for the morose kind of subject here but I gotta get this off my chest. I’ve been a part of the roleplay community for a very long time. Throughout those years I’ve met some of the people I love the absolute most. People who I’ve gone on adventures in real life with and lived together with even. People that stay. People that matter and lift you up when you are feeling so so very low. People that celebrate the good things with you. Like when you end up marrying one of them. Those people you encounter because something the both of you love so much brought you together. I think fate kinda keeps it that way.
This what I love most about being a part of a community of like interests and minds. That is what we should be to each other. Because don’t we all have a spark of passion in us that brings us here? All those sparks should be able to combine and bring happiness and joy and emotions and feelings we all need a little more of each day. Cause who doesn’t? If you keep reading, this post takes a bad turn. Please consider this a warning before going further.
Which is why I can’t understand people who come into this to cause hurt and pain. Who take good people seek to use that trust and excitement and friendship until they can’t use it up anymore and devour everything they can about someone then move onto the next just to do the same thing. They find the weakest ones. The ones that might be down, in a bad place, doubting themselves and they latch onto that. But not to lift them up. They just seek to drag them down into a place as dark as their heart and when they’re done with them? They want to make sure that no one else encounters them. Because it might risk what they do coming to light. They might encounter other people they’ve used since they keep them all in the same circle and then the jig is up. Problem is? The jig always finds a way of coming up.
Most Importantly To Anyone Who Reads This: If you find yourself wondering if this is happening to you, if you get that gut instinct. You need to let that person go. Find a friend, lean on them but know you aren’t alone and there are people here who will help you. I will and there are others too.
This is a link to what brought this on. I thought I’d never see myself writing a post like this but I can’t let my gut settle without warning people of this person and what she has the capability of doing.
“that would be nice.” kelsey admitted softly as she followed blaine’s lead over to the garbage can instinctively dropping the remaining trash from her lunch into the can before taking those few steps back to the table to grab her backpack and toss it over her right shoulder while doing her best to keep eye contact with the other teen to show she was still engaged in their conversation.
after all, the biggest reason kelsey had joined the glee club – aside from actually finding some enjoyment in singing and dancing – was to make friends and feel that sense of belonging. glee club had its up and downs like any family. but at the end of the day it was exactly everything she wanted socially. at the end of the day they always had each other’s backs because that’s what a family does, they stand up for each other even if they’re fighting themselves. and since the only family she had was her mother this experience was all that more important to the teenager. even thought she’d probably never dare to admit such a thing.
“nah i’m TOTALLY up for that.” even if it might be a little embarrassing, it didn’t take much for kelsey to get embarrassed but she would get over that. she always did. “so, you have any ideas on a song that will appeal to their inner sappy selves – just in case? or are we gonna like wing that part?” because that would be a little difficult to just come up with on the spot… plus she really needed to learn more songs for when they all randomly broke out into song so she didn’t have to pretend like she knew ALL the notes and words.
Linking arms with her, Blaine mosied along the path out of the lunchroom and decided that instead of catching up with the others? They could head to the auditorium to discuss their taking over the glee club plan in more detail. Students ambled past them but Blaine’s attention was all on Kelsey while his brain tried to come up with the best plan possible. A songtervention.
Not just to make sure they didn’t suffer and inevitable defeat. But because he wasn’t sure how much more bickering he could take before shooting off something he shouldn’t say (and would later regret) to the next person who threw a fit. Er. Wouldn’t that be throwing a fit too? A fit to end a fit? Yeah, it’d work but he didn’t want to cause more drama on top of the already there drama that he and Kelsey were trying to dissipate.
“Great! Glad to see you’re willing to give it a shot. Either it’ll work..or not and we’ll get told to shut up but that’s not going to stop me from trying.” Squinting thoughtfully and humming as his head bobbed from side to side, a thoughtful pout jutted out his bottom lip as he internally debated song choices. “Depends. What are you in the mood for and who do you know best?” Suddenly, it struck him he didn’t know what she would or wouldn’t know. Yeah, they definitely needed some auditorium time to figure this out. Winging it might be a disaster.
“Yeah.” He nods, suddenly realizing that they were about to genuinely be reintroducing themselves. Catching up. Somehow it felt like some sort of surprise. Perhaps he’d been too expectant of rejection to be prepared for the alternative. Questions from earlier in the day return to his mind; what Blaine was doing now, if he got into the college he wanted, if he was still with Kurt, if he was pursuing the arts like he wanted to and should have. “After I graduated from Dalton I went back home basically, went to college to get into forensics and police work- I’m a CSI in Central City now.” Technically the owner of S.T.A.R. Labs as well, among other things, but he thinks it easier to not mention that than try to explain how he became into ownership of it and open himself up to a new category of questions.
“What about you? Where’d you go after McKinley?” He always wished for the best for Blaine. He hopes he wasn’t wrong in thinking that he would go far. It was always something of a comfort to him when Blaine had left Dalton and later Ohio all together to think that he would go places. He was a good person, strong willed and capable. Barry always wanted to think that at least one person whose life he touched would be okay.
Reacquainting themselves with one another was a lot less awkward than Blaine initially thought it would be. He sat there, toying with his straw, as Barry told him about his life past Dalton and what he’s been up to all these years. A CSI? That was a profession Blaine never would have seen as something Sebastian would choose. A lawyer, sure. Or maybe a performer. Se–Barry was deeply talented. He was mesmerizing to watch on stage and seemed to enjoy every second he spent performing with the Warblers. But a CSI? Like the guys on the television shows dealing with murder and dead bodies all the time? No. Blaine wouldn’t have seen that coming for his friend at all. Impressive as it was. “Do you enjoy that? Dealing with what you must see day in and day out has to be hard. I don’t think I could do that.”
“What have I been up to,” Blaine echoed back with a lift of both eyebrows. A small, uneven smile was given up to the other before aimed down into his drink. “I..ah. I moved here right after graduation. Got into NYADA and things were going really great. Then not so great. I took a year away. Went back to Lima, actually, and ended up working at Dalton. Believe it or not.” His life was chaotic those first couple of years out of McKinley. To sum it up in the lightest way possible. Now, things were quiet and steady. Lonely but he wouldn’t trade it for chaos again. No matter how quiet some of his nights are. “Went I came back, I enrolled at Tisch and graduated this past year. NYU all the way. Acting and performance studies.” He smiled and took a sip, shrugging as he shook his head. “Now, I’m in the slow grind of trying to make a name for myself. And that long winded explanation pretty much sums up my every day.”
Rachel knew that she was being selfish, but she couldn´t
help it. Finn´s death had thrown her off track, and she had been trying to stay
strong for Kurt and even for Carol, but the truth was: She was broken. Not
necessarily because she had still been in love with him, but because she had
figured he would always be a part of her life and now that image of her future
had just been ripped apart.
He had been Blaine´s friend too, though, and simply relying
on Blaine to make her feel better, even if he was offering, was selfish. He was
suffering too, and yet here he was, trying to take care of both Kurt and her.
Rachel sighed, cradling the tea mug he had given her in her hands.
When Blaine told her he´d stay Rachel felt as if a part of
the weight she´d been carrying around with her had been lifted off of her. She
offered him what she assumed was a smile, the best she could come up with.
“Audrey.” She finally decided, because as much as she loved
Barbra: It would remind her too much of the times she had made Finn watch Funny
Girl with her. Rachel put the tea aside and scrambled out of bed, going for her
DVD collections. She went through it for a little while before pulling out a
case.
“How about Roman Holiday? I heard they´ll be holding
auditions for a revival on Broadway soon!”
The tiniest smile from Rachel made Blaine feel like he’d just moved a mountain all by himself. A swell of relief and happiness made his heavy heart feel lighter as he searched her eyes and reflected it with the same upward curve of his lips right back. Even if it was barely there, it meant everything to him. “Audrey it is.. I’m more in the mood for her anyway. Then again,” he asked trying to perk up even brighter, “When is there ever not a good time for Miss Hepburn?”
His hands were waiting, ready for the DVD when she drew close and he waved towards the bed as soon as he took it. “Go get comfy. Or I’m claiming three quarters of the mattress all to myself. You have yet to encounter my starfish capabilities. They’re pretty impressive.”
When his back was to her–Blaine took just a second to center himself as he thumbed the DVD in the player and flicked the volume button on the TV up a few notches keeping it low enough so Kurt wouldn’t wake up but loud enough for them to enjoy. His smile fell, his eyes went tired. Both were erased by the same lopsided smile he had a minute ago the second he had the remote in his hand and scurried back to her side grabbing her hairbrush off her dresser on the way.
“I love you, Rachel Berry. You know that,” he asked with a hum as he rested his back against the headboard and crossed his legs under one another. “Come here,” motioned down to his lap and wiggled the brush. “I’ll brush your hair while we watch. Deal?”
sometimes if you want to make change you gotta make a little NOISE
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