noah puckerman. @oflettermanjackets

( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) Could you shut the fuck up for like 5 seconds
( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) No one wants to hear you belting last friday night on snapchat
( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) So I definitely don’t want to hear it in person
( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) I’m hungover trying to sleep and you suck. Shut up

( mssg » puck | sent ) Um.  I guess I should have looked at your message before I finished that song then.
( mssg » puck | sent ) I apologize for waking you up.  It’s hard to keep track of how many hangover mornings that turn into hangover-almost-noon’s before I can move around (or sing) like I live here we’re going to have this week.

( mssg » puck | sent ) I wouldn’t say I’m the only one who sucks this morning, Puck.  Fine.  I’ll shut up.  Go back to sleep.

bender. @bentcriminal

He looks at the other incredulously, brow furrowed. Was he really WHINING right now?  Oh, he hadn’t even given him a full dose; this was Bender LITE compared to what he could dish up and serve.

 Hey, KID—consider yourself lucky. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t associate with likes of you in the first place.  

Speechless for a second–Blaine’s mouth dropped open and then clamped back shut.  If this was Bender’s way of expressing CARING for someone?  Should he be thankful?  Or suspicious?  Both was around about what of summing his feelings up.

“Uhm?  Thank you, I guess?  Have you ever thought about, you know, changing your approach up a bit?  Could be only me.  But?  It was kind of hard to pluck caring out of that line.”

sam.  @nostoriesleftuntold

( text message. → b ) so i mean it i saw a ufo.
( text message. → b ) i even got a pic of it.
( text message. → b ) proof.
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( mssg » sam | sent )  A ufo?  Show me??
( mssg » sam | sent ) Wow!  That’s weirdly pink, don’t you think?
( mssg » sam | sent ) I mean.  That’s not what I was expecting them to look like at all.
( mssg » sam | sent )

Though I guess what better way to not start an intergalactic panic than to go for the least threatening color known to us mere humans?

jason.@nosquisumus

“I’d rather not, plausible deniability and all. Come on, let’s get you patched up.”

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“Don’t worry.  I’m not going to breathe a word you were here.  I’d rather not answer questions about how this happened anyway.”  Blaine shot the guy a guilty smile before looking down at his bloodied bruised knuckles.  They really were a mess.  And he had piano lessons tomorrow.  Probably should have thought about that before he didn’t regain control of a sparring match gone a teeny bit out of control.

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“I’ll be–,” he hissed in a breath through clenched together teeth in a grimace when he wriggled them trying to make a point that failed beyond the meaning of fail (so said the pain shooting up his arm).  “Wow.  That really is getting worse..and a lot more gross.”  Cringing, his nose scrunched when he met the other’s eyes and nodded.  “I mean–yeah.  Thanks.”

sebaiser.

It’s …    INSULTING ,  almost   –––   the thought that someone like Kurt would so much as  blink   in someone else’s direction.     Having   Blaine   was a rarity ,   a once in a lifetime chance for someone with a face like   that .     And Blaine ?     Blaine was far too gorgeous to settle for a boy so low-grade ,   annoying ,   unattractively baby-faced   –––    never mind be  slighted   by him ,   to be anything less than   worshipped   by him.    The audacity of it all.

Add   injury to insult   :    it’s the first time in ages that Blaine’s reached out.    Sebastian can’t exactly blame him   ;    he’s sure   Kurt   has something to do with it ,   that Kurt’s been watching like a hawk ,    ready to swoop down at the first   whiff    of Sebastian.    It should be comforting ,    satisfying   at least ,    to know that it’s   him   Blaine seeks solace in.   Still ,   his pride is wounded in playing Best Friend.     And yet   –––—

(  to   –  blaine  )   :   i think the universe is telling you something.    kurt’s finallly found someone more in his league.    maybe it’s time you do the same and let go of those training wheels.

Hurt ego and all ,   Sebastian still finds that signature smirk blooming in to something more  genuine .    It’s lucky he has the distance of the screen between them to hide the honest smile tugging at his lips ,   the way his eyes flicker at the glow of the screen.

He hesitates.

(  to   –  blaine  )   :   but seriously.    he’d be crazy not to appreciate what he has in front of him.

Blaine sat on the edge of his bed, hands still shaking as he gripped his phone so tight that the color bled out of his knuckles and fingertips.  Tears of frustration, hurt and anger that didn’t stop his entire drive back to Westerville were still welled up in his eyes.  The only person he thought would get it?  That he could trust not to run and tell Kurt everything he said and make things WORSE?  Was the one person that Kurt threw in his face repeatedly. As lately as two hours ago during their argument that got them to this point. 

Sebastian probably had better things to do than read his endless spewing text about things like ‘great asp’s and ‘using Kurt’s voice as his ringtone’.  Or suffer through the repeated question of how crazy he was for feeling this way mixed into a mottled mess of autocorrected words that, occasionally, were completely different from his original intent.  He kept going until he was answered.  Then the dots finally came to a brief pause until..

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I don’t know if I want to go that far.  I just.  I don’t understand why he can’t see the reasons for the distance growing between us.  Or if he does?  Why then, instead of fixing it, is he talking to this guy?

In an attempt to soothe headache building behind his eyes, Blaine rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a heavy sigh.  The next message caught him off guard from how perfectly timed it was just as a wave of self-doubt flooded his thoughts.

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) It makes me feel like everything I’ve been afraid of might happen.  I’m not sure how I’ll deal with it if it does.  That’s the biggest reason why it hurts so much.

puck. @oflettermanjackets

[ sms to: blanderson ] no ?
[ sms to: blanderson ] oh wait. maybe.
[ sms to: blanderson ] shhhiiittt i don’t remember that at all lmfao

( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Are you sure?  I’m pretty sure my phone begs to differ when it comes to the name it’s showing. 
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Also, voice and yelps/groans of you landing in said bushes.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) There we go!  Hello memories!  Sorry if your brain was trying to forget that moment and I just ruined it.  I hope you made it home okay?
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Or somewhere that wasn’t..umm..shrubbery at least?

christian. @ncturebcy

Startled, he almost dropped the hat he was holding in hand.

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“There’s nothing wrong with it! It just doesn’t… Suit me..” Blue eyes cast a glance towards the red vest laying on one of the chairs, waiting to be put on. “A-And besides, it’s a- a pitch for a show! Not some r-romantic d-date.”

Christian chuckled nervously before adding, “the fact that the pitch is being brought to a-.. a b-beautiful woman doesn’t count.” He was way over his head.

Blaine fumbled to catch the hat but Christian managed to hang onto it and saved the day!  There was no way they could afford to replace it.  Considering it was a prop for said show they were pitching tonight?  Crushing it on the floor would have been a disaster.

Christian was right.  The entire costume suit screamed everything that they were against but!  “Necessary evil, Christian!  Think of it as fitting in just so we can stand out in the long run??”

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His arm jutted out, hand gesturing towards the entire ensemble they were forcing him to wear just to have their voices heard.  He was their only hope!  “They won’t give you a second glace without it.  Come on?  You can do this!  We’ll..um..be there?  Just, you know, in the background!”

kurt.

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( SMS : BLAINE ) Are you positive?
( SMS : BLAINE ) Because I literally JUST picked us up a Santa in the shape of one Burt Hummel at the airport.
( SMS : BLAINE ) You had one job, Blaine.
( SMS : BLAINE ) I can’t believe you already spoiled her beliefs before so much as her second Christmas.

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m pretty positive I let it slip.  I’m not repeating the wording because that’ll make it even worse.  I told her I was only kidding!

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I know you did!  That was part of why I said what I said!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) One job that I messed up!  Please don’t tell Burt..  Please?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Do you think she’ll remember?  Am I going to be responsible for her needing therapy?  I’m a horrible Dad. 

sam.    @indiesamevans

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           “You totally are my best friend too, Blainey. Like the bestest of best friends EVER. My bestest BFFSam’s words might be slurred due to the amount of alcohol but he meant every word of what he said. He grinned slightly as he leaned into Blaine’s personal space to nudge him with a shoulder. “Like I’d let everybody do bodyshots with me.. only you and that’s saying something.” 

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      Blaine should have cut himself off half a drink ago.  Or more.  But when everyone around you is downing whatever this was that looked like blueberries but smelled like turpentine and you’re too caught up in the moment to hit the breaks.  Confessing his adoration for Sam’s friendship had him hanging on whatever the blond would say back.  Maybe a little too hopeful and hell bent on liquid courage..here is where he finds himself.  Arm slung over Sam’s shoulders and blinking at his best friend’s reaction.  Body shots?  Lips puckered, cheeks dusted pink, his heart raced to catch up to a few skipped beats.  “Y-Yeah,” he stuttered, “Body shots.  Me too..  Definitely.”  You know? Platonic body shots.  Those are a thing.  Right?  Totally a thing.

kurt.

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         ( SMS : BLAINE ) ii hpoe you still like your adam levine 😉😉😉
         ( SMS : BLAINE ) it gets better 👻👻👻

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) Well, hello, Kurt.  I think it’s impossible for me to stop my Adam Levine addiction.  That’s a lot of typos and winkie faces.  Oh wow!  Ghosts even!  It gets better?  You know it does.  Always.  Kurt?  Um..  You okay?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait.  Hold on!  Let me guess.  You’re feeling more than okay?  This is a surprise, albeit, what I think is about to become a very entertaining one.  I’m so here for this.