“i could use a new one, my sketch pads fill up like that.” there is an accompanying snap of his fingers. not all that surprising given the amount of work billy put into his hobby, most days it felt like his life contained little else other than yards and yards of fabric and a sewing machine, always with some new fabulous creation (or five) on the go. “bribes don’t really work if i’ve already agreed,” he laughs, “but coffee would be lovely. and honestly i will take any excuse to go to an art supply store, those are my safe haven, be warned, i could stay in one of those for hours — you may end up just leaving me there and i would not blame you.” for one thing, they were full to the brim with inspiration. head tilts curiously. west side story – perhaps a little difficult to put his own spin on something so well known. but that didn’t put him off. “i can definitely work with that. who are you playing?”
Blaine’s lips quirked up, the smile growing when Billy snapped. Sounds like they were on their way to the art supply store then? He couldn’t complain about being lost in one either. There was a small section of camera equipment, film and paper. Things he could spend his own fair share of time getting inspired by. Not to mention the craft section. One that he tried to steer clear from unless he was there with someone who wouldn’t judge him for the sheer amount of joy he could find in it. There probably wasn’t an aisle inside that part of the shop that he couldn’t imagine a gift, or several, he could make for someone he cared about. That’s the best part of Christmas, is it not? Giving them all away? He smirked, seeing that the bribe was a failure. Which, hey! “I wasn’t trying to bribe! I promise. I was only wanting you make sure you have everything you need.” A thumb jutted in the direction of the exit. Their after school walk would get them some fresh air being pent up inside classes all day prevented. Might as well start out? “Um..Tony,” he said softly with a spark in his eyes and a bit on his lip right after. “Coffee first, yeah? Then, I don’t mind getting lost in the store for as long as you want. Promise not to judge however long you’re taking. Not even a little bit.”
he finds the other boy’s energy contagious, and billy’s smile transformed into a full blown grin. “you’re not scaring me off. believe me, at my old school the drama kids were like ANIMALS. honestly, sweet as sugar until two days before opening night when everyone is trying to push each other down the stairs to get the lead.” he’s kidding. mostly. ( a joke based on a true story, perhaps. and billy thought HE was a drama queen ). billy leaned forward, breaking off a smaller piece of the offered cookie for himself. “i am free tomorrow, as it happens. what should i prepare? is there anything i need to bring? maybe a sketchpad just incase i’m struck with inspiration watching you guys.” his smile grows wider with each thought as they leave his mouth in quick succesion. “ok. fill me in, what is your SHOW so far?”
Okay! Great! He hadn’t just shot himself in the foot by opening his mouth and saying too much to someone he was trying to convince into giving them a shot and helping them out. They needed his talent and his eye and Kurt was overwhelmed enough as it was. Speaking of which? He should probably bring it up that he might’ve gone over his head with this but that was a conversation they could have at another time. “A sketchpad is a great idea. Do you have one? We could take a walk to the art supply store by the Lima Bean after class if you need to? I could pick you up one as a thank you present? Then we could get coffee. Not that I’m trying to bribe you. I mean it’s a done deal but a thanks would is the polite thing to do.” Oh! Right! Billy probably needed to know what he was even working on first. “West Side Story. Think you can work with the era?” And with that–Blaine popped the last of the cookie into his mouth quirking up both brows for Billy’s thoughts.
he won’t mention, for the moment, that he did not make the blondies himself. they were homemade – as in, made in his home, but for everyone’s safety sake, billy rarely stepped foot in the kitchen. head tilts thoughtfully. makeup, costuming, now THOSE are ideas the boy can get behind. billy is uncertain as to why blaine is trying so hard, but it’s not unappreciated. god knows the boy could do with gaining a few more friends around here and this didn’t seem like a terrible idea. “well, i AM a dab hand when it comes to putting an outfit together. you see this shirt? mcqueen – EBAY. absolute steal.” he smiles, coming round to the possibility a little more. “and frankly i could do with having a new project. — count me in.”
Blaine’s smile turned from welcoming to warm when Billy pointed out his shirt. Who made it and how he managed to get his hands on it? That’s an oddly familiar way a certain other person in Blaine’s life manages to dress himself like he walked out of an issue of Vogue magazine..a year from now. Only adding to the idea that he picked the right person to ask for help, Billy received Blaine’s full attention as he inched his chair closer to the table and bounced in his seat. “Great! Thank you. Are you free tomorrow? We could use all the help we can get. Besides? You can meet some new people. Some of which, I apologize for their drama in advance, the closer we get to Opening Night? The worse it’s going to be. Not that I want to scare you off. Maybe I should shut up.” He hummed before doing just that and breaking off a piece of his cookie to munch on and offered Billy the other edge of it if he wanted with a lift of his brow.
“honestly —- never have the words ‘think of oingo boingo’ elicited such hope in anyone,” billy laughs. “and though you have a wonderful point, dear, i think we’d all just be better off if i keep my musical talents -” or lack thereof “- to myself and focus on the things i DO succeed in. like wearing astonishing amounts of make-up and MASS eating blondies.” speaking of – the plastic container is offered out. “they’re homemade.”
“I’m glad it did. Otherwise? I’d have to question what company I’m keeping.” A joking wink was sent Billy’s way before Blaine chuckled. Dear? The term of endearment made his smile last a longer than it might have now that he was arching a brow and plucking out a blondie from the container. “Well. They smell delicious. Thank you. Plus, you always look great, so..” He broke a corner off but squinted thoughtfully over the top of his fingers. “If singing isn’t your thing? You could always try doing make-up? Costuming? If you haven’t noticed? I’m determined to get you involved. Maybe it’s just because that means I’ll get more of these if you are,” he joked and popped the piece in his mouth giving Billy the chance to catch up.
“i do often wish i could sing but unfortunately any future musical endeavours i make will have to consist solely of SPOKEN WORD layered over eighties electronic dance music.” though it would still sell tremendously well, of course. ( let a boy dream. )
“Maybe that’s your niche though? I mean. Think of Oingo Boingo. They started out a little weird but now the whole world has Danny Elfman because of it. Think of the music we’d be missing out on if he didn’t give strange a try?” Hey. Got to look for the positives right? Dream away, Billy. Dream away.
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