Tag: p: dustin goolsby

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dustin gave an inward groan as a voice rang out beside him, the words directed in his direction. his gaze shifted over to the younger man, studying him for a long moment. he seemed familiar looking, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it at first. eyes narrowed as the man’s face nagged at the back of his mind, the mention of vocal adrenaline snapping the raven haired man back to attention.

“oh, you’re that kid from the all boys’ school. the one who hung around that tiny guy with the girly voice.” he took a swig of his drink before shrugging. “about a year or so. give or take. this is my second go around in this place. have you faced the nasty rejection streak yet?”

Blaine couldn’t help the cheeky, ear to ear grin at kid from the all boys school.  Shaking his head, brows jerking up, he thumbed at the lip of his glass watching as his nail covered the tiny edge cut around the mouth.  “It’s been a while since Dalton but, yes, I was that kid.”  He huffed a sort of chortle at the memories mentioning his old school to someone who remembered it brought to mind.  Laughter ringing through the halls, the way the sun would shine through stained glass and reflect in dozens of colors on polished marble floors.  Music and stolen kisses.  Dalton.  God, he loved that school.  Still did.  Always would.  His first real home.

Nostalgia creeping in was inevitable.  He had half a mind to pluck up his glass, finish it off and leave before he gave it a chance by striking up conversation.  Yet, here he was.  Doing the opposite and letting the ghost of that tiny guy with a girl voice warm his chest as he swallowed another sip.  Before putting him to rest with another smile and a point to Dustin’s glass.  “Just graduated this past year.  Still finding my niche, I guess.  First yes came last week.  How’s the second time coming for you?  Better?  I don’t think I ever got to see you perform.  Wouldn’t mind changing that.  Also?  Next round’s on me.”

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the raven haired man took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, as he was let into the party that a friend had invited him to. he was beyond exhausted, muscles aching with every movement he made. dustin wanted nothing more than to soak in a tub full of hot water with his favorite musical soundtracks playing the background, eyes closed and relaxing for once. but, between the show that he’d recently joined and the fact that he’d already agreed to attend this stupid party, he had no choice but to skip out on the bath and put in an appearance.

feeling more than a little grumpy, he put on a show for his friend, all wide smiles and playful banter as he subtly edged away from them and started towards the bar. if he was going to get through this, he definitely needed a stiff drink. barely repressing a yawn, he leaned against the bar and put in his order, a part of his mind wondering if he should have just said fuck it and given an excuse not to come. 

“I swear I know you from somewhere,” Blaine sat at the bar rocking a glass back and forth in his hand.  Eyes were narrowed into the contents.  A light tan mixed with ice and the smell of wooden barrels and liquor came from it as the ice cubes clinked together.  Whiskey that he’s been nursing way too long but even though high school and Ohio were a couple years away?  Time had done nothing to help him build up any sort of admirable tolerance for the stuff.  

In other words?  He was still a bumbling lightweight that only needed maybe two of these and he’d be stumbling out to a cab way past the borderline of buzzed and heading straight to Drunk Town.  

Recognition finally lit his face up and he turned on the stool, heels of brown leather dress shoes hooked into the rung of his chair tucking back in place.  “Golds–Goolsby..,” he hummed when he nailed the name, “You were the Vocal Adrenaline coach.  How long’ve you been here? New York, I mean?”  If Blaine could wager a guess, the reason they were both at the party was because of one thing.  The stage had to be it.  Blaine had barely gotten his shoes scuffed by it (better than saying feet wet) yet but with the small part in the play he nabbed?  He might be on his way?