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Could’ve been the third shoot and beer chaser that was shoved in his hand by Kevin who gave him a wink and a sly I still think you’re that porn guy head tip and grin. He was never going to believe that it WASN’T him, was he? The pornhub addict hummed as Blaine laughed under his breath feeling his face turn warm as Kevin wandered off to go babysit a rowdy table of middle aged men–But! Back to the reason why he just let loose a fifteen minute rambling mess of an explanation about all things Kurt?
Too much liquor and it’d been forever since someone wanted to know about things that far into his past. His usual friends were more interested in the here and now (studies, parties, sex kind of here and now) than in depth, getting to know you talk. Which wasn’t a horrible thing. Not when he made a friend like the one sitting across from him staring into his eyes with a lifted brow. Did he talk way too much? He did, huh?
Blaine ended up dishing a whole lot of honest-to-God’s truth when Lip asked him about this ex of his he’s briefly mentioned before seeming to catch himself and always skipping past getting too far into that conversation. Now, he knew.
I cheated. I ruined things. We got back together. It didn’t work out… A month before classes started in New York, I decided Chicago was a lot less of a conflicting place to be.
‘At some point you have to ask yourself who is really to blame.’
“That’s sweet of you to say. I mean. Really sweet,” he smiled before washing his mouth free from the taste of that recollection with another sip of his beer. “But it’s way in the past and lesson learned, I guess? How about you? What’s your biggest ex story?”
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