‘’ —— you realize being single for what is possible the WORST holiday of them all isn’t the end of the world,
right?‘’ personally, she’s never been much into the idea of valentine’s day ——
everything about it, from the flowers to the social media declarations of love
to the sad, mopey single people just seems so —— F A K E, if you ask the girl.
so it’s needless to say that she had no intentions of wallowing, and no
complaints about spending the time alone. still —— ‘’ —— i suppose i could
make TIME for that, though.‘’ it’s not like she really has
anything more interesting planned. and fingers are reaching out to grab the
coffee, taking a small sip before continuing on, the words accompanied by a
pointed gaze. ‘’ —— but you better
not start CRYING halfway through about how no one will e v e r love you and how you might as
well just start adopting cats now.‘’
“Valentine’s Day isn’t the WORST holiday of them all. What about Columbus Day? That one is pretty insane to think about. Oh! And Groundhog Day where an entire country banks the weather on if a marmot sees it’s shadow? Thanksgiving is pretty awful considering the true outcome. Those are much worse than possibly one of the greatest days to spend with the person you love. If you have one, that is,” the last of his protest faded with a mumble that was directed towards his lap. Tangling his fingers, he pouted down at his thumbs as they went to war with one another. A protest that he wasn’t going to pay attention if she was only going to rag on one of his favorite days of the year. Claire had one of those stares that you could feel jab into the side of your head and demand nothing short of paying strict attention to her. Blaine resisted the urge to look up for a few seconds (record time, mind you!) before folding. Sighing, his pleading look softened into gratitude for not being left to flail alone. “Thank you. I promise. I won’t dissolve into tears or start buying cat trees yet. IF! You promise to try to have a little fun? Even if you think today sucks? I’m a pretty good platonic date partner. Or so I’m told.”
“Alright. So. Here’s the thing,” Blaine’s voice greeted Claire from behind as he carried two drinks they’d ordered from the barista in the way too busy coffee shop. It was a miracle they were able to snag a table without having to stare down someone else for it. “I’m thinking so what if we’re both single for Valentine’s Day. I have a solution for that. Because neither one of us is going to spend it alone and wallowing in self pity.” His smile spread wide, brightening his eyes along with it. “I say you and me,” he sat her drink down beside her hand and pointed back and forth between his chest and hers. “We go out, get dinner. Eat obnoxiously fattening desserts and see where night takes us.”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged before taking a seat, “What do you think? Could be FUN?”
Sea Legs took on a whole new meaning once he finally staggered out of the hotel and into the awful crisp light of day. Blaine could barely walk. Either from dehydration or the fact he hadn’t slept in twenty six hours. One look down at himself and he wondered how many buttons were left on his shirt. How’d that hole get torn into his pants pocket? Once again? Kurt and he completely failed at platonic. Making it two blocks on foot with wobbly legs and his collar hitched up to cover marks that an ache on the side of his neck hinted at–Blaine paused when he saw a woman walking towards the bus stop who appeared to be in just as worse shape as he was. When she stopped beside him, he pulled his coat tighter and tried to act natural. Whistling and humming–eyes settling on this or that object before this doofy smile he couldn’t resist appeared out of the blue and he squinted–looking at her with a cock of his head to the side and a peek up from the cement. “You, too, huh?”
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