[text: Blaine] Dude, ya gotta come over! Haven’t seen ya in awhile and I miss hanging out with ya.
Puck sighed as he placed his phone on his bed. Blaine and him had been hanging out a lot since the party. He enjoyed his time with Blaine because he could sorta be himself around the guy. Of course he was still pretending to be straight, but he would probably always do that. However, recently he’d been thinking about Blaine in a way that he shouldn’t. He’d catch himself starring at the younger man for long periods of time. He wasn’t entirely sure why this was happening. He just knew he needed to be around Blaine.
( mssg » puck | sent ) Hey! You’re right, it has been a while. I can do that! Dalton has an extra day off thanks to a teacher’s office day. I’ve been bored out of my mind. Let me get ready and I’ll head over.
Blaine smiled down at the phone. Not that hearing from Puck was a surprise. The two of them were becoming rather good friends and seeing one another more often than Blaine thought they ever would have after initially meeting McKinley’s self-proclaimed badass. But, weirdly, even after his very stupid mistake after one of Rachel’s basement parties? They just seemed to get along with each other and he enjoyed the times they got to hang out. Puck was right. It’d been too long since they last did that. However! A problem that could be easily remedied. Blaine left the house minutes later to make the drive to Lima. Now standing outside Puck’s apartment–gloved hands shoved in the pockets of his peacoat and his breath coming out grey–he waited for his knock to be answered.
“I didn’t know it was actually possible to snog someone stupid.” Elliott laughed, but it was a little…awkward. Where were they going from here? His smile fell, leaving a little frown stuck on his face.
“It…Yeah, I hope so at least. Else waking up from this is going to be like, a major kick up my ass.” He smiled a little again, stepping closer to Blaine again and ducking his head, a little nervous.
Wait, why was he nervous? He could leave home for the city and go on stages and sing to crowds and go to fucking naked yoga parties, so why was he getting more nervous AFTER the fact? It was stupid.
“So uhm, what…what are we going to do? About Kurt and the others?” He sounded almost hesitant to believe they would go any further than that. “About us?”
“That’s no fair to place judgement after leaving me rocking on my feet and almost toppling over. I’d be offended if I could find it in me to be,” Blaine faked a glare that ended up shattering to pieces once a laugh he couldn’t hold in broke free. “Luckily for you? I don’t think being offended is remotely possible at this moment.” Or much of anything else other than be frozen and dumbfounded at what just happened.
He watched as Elliott stepped close again and felt a heat warm his cheeks when he watched the taller of the pair tuck his chin down. It was rather adorable and completely mind-boggling to think that he was the reason why Elliott was acting sheepish. The past few months hadn’t done a great job at making him see himself in the light of someone who could make someone else react to him the way Elliott was. Yet, here he stood–seeing the normally calm, composed and light-hearted man at a loss for himself. –That makes two of us.–
Blaine’s expression fell at the question. His teeth caught his bottom lip and a shrug allowed his left arm to reach out so his fingertips could curl around the edge of the counter. “I–uh.. I don’t know exactly.. I mean. I haven’t really seen him since, you know. Just. I don’t want to complicate things and you’re his friend and I’m just…,” a swallow cut him off. “I don’t know.. What do you think we should do?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) It did kind of feel like my own personal Mission Impossible. Minus the whole gliding through the ceiling. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) You don’t think that would be weird? I mean, tempting as that offer may just sound, I’m not exactly a Dalton Academy student. Even if I most definitely can and will admit you guys do know how to serve some pretty great coffee. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) It’s sure been a while since I last shared a friendly meal over at Breadstix. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Assuming you already know everything there is to know about their breadsticks.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Pulling that off would have been impressive. I’ll give you that. I think trying to blend while, also, sneaking down a staircase in sunglasses suits you better though. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Weird? Then say you’re here for the coffee. Kidding! Even if you aren’t a student, you’re a friend of one. I mean..if I’m allowed to call you that?
A visit wouldn’t be weird. Would it? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Probably not the expert on their breadsticks as you might be but in the few times I’ve been there? They were pretty great. The spaghetti is crazy delicious. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) So? Is that a yes? We could meet around seven if it is? If that time suits you?
Blaine couldn’t believe how this happened. That an accident right as he left the shop would end with him rushing forward to help (of course he did, that’s how he worked) and seeing it was Sebastian in the back of the cab. Did FATE seriously have to go to that extreme? Okay– of not fate. Maybe luck or–in Sebastian’s case–unluck? Who knew? What mattered was that he was here and not leaving. Not until Sebastian was released from the hospital and he got to be the one to take him home.
He was determined to stay put. Sitting in the chair watching Sebastian with a look of worry that no feigned reassurance could completely wipe off. Crinkled brows could flatten or perk up. Only to jam back together at the slightest wince or movement. Hands were flattened out, fingers laced tight and pressed against his belly. Would soon start to wring together no matter how hard he focused on them not to.
Singing was easy enough. A simple way to comfort Sebastian and–in turn–ease his own nerves. His chair inched forward as the first few notes were hummed out, actual words following when Sebastian told him to go home. His heart squeezed hard but he shook his head, close enough as Sebastian drifted off Blaine’s fingertips rested on top of the other’s hand. Temple pressed to the edge of a hospital bed, he continued with random songs until just before dawn, golden hazel eyes began to grow heavy. The hum returned briefly before the quiet sound of his breathing was all that was left.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Here’s a little fact I found out today. Discovered that the shower has excellent acoustics. Thank you, Miss Perry for the song stuck in my head. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Then I got an idea. You probably know where I’m going with this.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) How about we skip meeting everyone for dinner, take advantage of the alone time and I’ll show you exactly what I’m talking about? 😉
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Have I told how adorable you are yet today? I could scroll back to check but I’ll just say it again anyway. You know? Just in case. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) That and, technically, you’re adorable enough to be told it a million times a day so what’s one more? You, Kurt Hummel, are completely..you guessed it..adorable. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Even if you’re still kind of grumpy that I haven’t given you an answer about the transfer yet. And no! This isn’t an attempt at crawling out of the doghouse either. If I am in one? Am I? Cause I can start this whole conversation over again if I am.
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Falling for the competition? Did you actually just..? That’s blowing things way out of proportion! Don’t get me wrong, I know how dramatic we can be to each other but.. There’s no way he has feelings for me. He wouldn’t. We’re just friends.
send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text
( mssg » puck | sent ) I know this might sound a little odd seeing as how we usually only see one another at parties or the Lima Bean in passing. But. I figure I’d go to the self-proclaimed expert with a few questions.. You know.. Wait. Is this weird?
send me ♣ for a drunk text
( mssg » puck | sent ) turns otu that one drink might ve been enough. should hvae stopped there. didn’t! Now i cant’ stop thinkgin that you were hidign something from me that nightr at your apartment. i think it jusrt took cheap liquor g to give me the nerve to sayt it
Blaine felt both intrigued why Sam thought this was a good idea and–hidden thanks to and adoringly befuddled stare meeting Sam’s–CONFUSED. Tina or any other girl might’ve been not as bold of a statement to broadcast through the halls of McKinley. That was certainly drawing a sort of no going back from here line in the eyes of their very gossipy peers. And boom! Sam hit him with that look. The one that said Blaine was doomed if he ever thought of saying no now. “Hey? You know I’d do anything for you. Anything. But–?”
So many words of wisdom–of making sure Sam understood what he was asking him to do. They all died on the tip of his tongue as Blaine’s head bowed and the floor swung into view. Closing his eyes and letting out a puff of air–he opened them with a lift of his head and caved in. Hands met the bends of Sam’s elbows and he gave them a squeeze and light rattle. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll do it..,” his nose crinkled and–albeit a hesitant second beforehand–a devilish grin lit him up. “First thing’s first though. If you’re my fake boyfriend? I’m the one taking us out for dinner. It’s part of the deal. No exceptions.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I probably shouldn’t have worn sunglasses. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I don’t know. I guess I did kind of have an ulterior move. Aside from the obvious… I mean, don’t get me wrong; we do very much wish to beat you at Sectionals, but I guess I ultimately just… saw a temporary way out and took it. Anything to get away from the near constant toxic wasteland that is McKinley high school. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Who knew I’d be getting to witness an actual Blaine Warbler performance? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Only Project Runway thus far. But I’m definitely open to any last minute suggestions.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Are you kidding? The they were the best part of the ensemble. Isn’t there an unwritten spy code that says undercover missions require sunglasses? Without them, you might’ve never got past the door! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey. I understand how getting a break from what you’re going through would’ve felt good. Please, know that you’re welcome here if you ever need another one. No questions asked.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Still determined to beat you guys at Sectionals though. So, I hope you’ll continue take me up on the offer if and when we do. 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) How about getting something to eat? A few of the guys are driving to Lima to drop Trent off. I’d definitely sneak away if pasta is involved.
Barry frowned slightly after he sipped from the eggnog. It was funny how it wasn’t until after it could no longer make an effect on him that he noticed just how much booze they put into that. He had the feeling Grandma Esther must have been a blast at parties– either that or an utter embarrassment, but ‘a blast’ sounded a tad more respectful to her memory. That particularly trivial train of thought was suddenly punctuated by the knocking on the door. After after saved the thermos back into the fridge again, he carried the two mugs to the living room, trotting to the foot of the stairs to make sure no members from the West family had woken up.
“Hey!” he greeted the other at the door, nodding inside and stepping aside right away to let him in. “Merry Christmas, by the way.” Admittedly, he wished they had been able to do that at his new place downtown rather than the house that served as home for close to his entire family, but he knew how much Joe would appreciate waking up on Christmas morning with all his kids under the same roof– not to mention his place had literally no pieces of furniture in it except for a bed, so having a gathering there of any kind would have been close to depressing. “Okay, so, uh– make yourself at home.” He took a seat on the couch himself, leaning back as he crossed his legs. “Eggnog’s right over there. I actually took a sip from the Rudolf one, so you might wanna use the Santa one instead.”
Spending Christmas alone was depressing no matter how much he tried to pretend that it didn’t bother him in the slightest and he was okay to anyone who might’ve called him. Honestly, today just had him feeling like his stomach might be permanently embedded into the soles of his slippers. Nighttime only made things worse. That post-Christmas day quiet that has people falling asleep with blissfully full stomachs underneath piles of blankets with someone as they watch the city twinkle beyond their window. That was what Christmas meant to Blaine just a couple years back. This year? Christmas was just lonely and the quiet was deafening. Until..
Barry opened the door and invited him in. Suddenly, the chilly night with a dusting of snow felt warm and welcoming. His bones didn’t seem as hollow. An unerasable smile greeted the other. Along with the wrapped plate of cookies he carried in. “Merry Christmas, Barry.” Blaine sat the them on the coffee table then pulled his gloves off and stuffed them in his pocket. “Right. Thanks for the warning. Don’t need to go for Rudolph and catch your cooties,” he crinkled his nose pretending to be grossed out before grinning sheepishly and fetching the Santa cup. “Wow. Tell your Grandma I think by the smell alone one glass might land Santa and the elves in the drunk tank. So,” he took a sip and dear God he was right. Swallowing it down, he blew a breath through puckered lips and quickly took another. Much easier to down the second time and…it was really good. “Are you sure you’re actually up at this hour? I know I asked once already but..normal people are usually in bed by now.. How was your Christmas?”
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