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!

sam.

sam: blaine i dont
sam: i mean
sam: what if it makes things weird?
sam: what if we kiss and i like it and i catch feelings? and then we date and it doesnt work so we break up and its too weird to be best bros again??
sam: i mean i fall in love when a girl looks at me across the street man a good kiss is like a guarantee and ur the best friend i’ve ever had
sam: i cant fuck things up with a random guy but i can fuck them up with u

blaine: Hey. Sam. Please calm down. Okay?
blaine: I’m really sorry I brought it up. I understand everything you’re saying. I’d never let anything ruin us. Ever. You are so important to me. Too important to lose for any reason.
blaine: And I mean any.
blaine: If that’s a fear of yours? I’m the last person to push you towards something you have the slightest fear of potentially regretting. That’s not who we are for each other.

blaine: Let’s.. Let’s go out. See if we can find you someone worth it. It’ll be fun!
blaine: Least you admitted you think I’d be a good kisser? 😉

Open!

kurt.

Kurt shifted to gently grab his lovers hand, a subtle smile playing on his lips. “Hey. You have nothing to worry about, okay? I still love you and I still really want to be with you. So much, it’s even scary at times. It’s just.. my boss has me running around like a chicken without a head, I barely even have time to think straight.” A short pause plauged his words. He pursed his lips as his brain scrambled to find the words to fill this newly found awkward silence. “Do you want to go grab some lunch? My treat.”

Blaine glances down as Kurt laces their fingers together and he feels like his heart is about to burst at the seams. Or finish falling until it bleeds through his shoes and he’s standing on it. White teeth bite into his lip and worry against it. A small nod echoes Kurt’s reassurance and he briefly glances up so their eyes can make contact. “So–. We’re okay,” his question’s breathed with a voice that’s unsure and hesitant. Seeming to change gears at the mention of lunch together–Blaine paints a smile in place and squeezes the delicate hand in his grip. “Yeah-yeah. Lunch would be great.” Getting out of here and them having room to breathe? Even better.