She groaned and shook her head. It was disgusting. The school’s policies should be looked at, in Mohini’s opinion; they ought to be strengthened. But a lot to time to think about that she didn’t have because Blaine stuttered and blushed when she explained how she met Ray Beech, telling her not to laugh. “Aww, that’s adorable,” Mo laughed. “And you can’t say don’t laugh and then laugh yourself; that’s totally against the rules.” Her original plan was to wait until her laughter died down but it didn’t, each time she looked at Blaine, opening her mouth, she’d started to laugh again. “—Sorry,” She snorted, holding up both hands.
“I’m allowed to laugh at myself for an idiot crush on a famous person that you happen to know. Because awkward barely grazes over what that is,” he was still laughing between the words as his face went ten degrees hotter. But his eyes continued to sparkle with a mischievous glint. For now, slushies and his complete disdain for something more being done about them from the staff, who were supposedly there to protect their students, was finally let go from his thoughts completely. Nudging her by bouncing the side of his knee against hers, the former Warbler rolled his eyes, sat back in his chair and slung his arms across his chest. All for the fake, overdone pouting grumble of nonsensical noises of pretend offense and mumbled protests. “You should be sorry. To think I was going to see if you still wanted that help on your history project when I sat down.” His nose crinkled, the corner of his lip curled up and he huffed loudly. “And this is the thanks I get.. I see how you are.”
“Well that’s—” An angry exhale. “—that’s such a jerk move!” Honestly, if the entirety of Lemonade Mouth were here, not just Liv and Mo herself, they’d start another revolution. A revolution against slushies being thrown in people’s faces. “They probably think it’s funny or something,” Mo sighed, rolling her eyes. But she smiled warmly once she saw Blaine grin and perk up: “Meeting Ray Beech? I went to school with him before I transferred to McKinley. That’s a wide smile you got there, B. You a fan of his?”
“Oh, they get their kicks off it. That’s for sure. Otherwise? They’d find something better to do with their time,” Blaine bit his bottom lip to keep himself from rambling on. Watching his friends walk away dripping with ice shavings in various dyed colors that never washed off of anything they wore was enough to make him even more homesick for Dalton each time it happened. But having Kurt closeby was worth the trade off of getting a crash course in slushie-in-the-face first aid. Which, by the way, no matter how much you’re warned about? You never really get a full taste of how awful it is until you have to help someone through that humiliation in person. Letting it go, he felt his face warm up with the question. “I.. I mean,” he blinked and stuttered which only made the warmth get worse (and pinker on his cheeks), “Yeah, I guess. I used to think he was really cute. Don’t laugh..” A plea that came as he started laughing at himself in spite of it.
“Can you tell me something? It’s been bothering me for a while now.” Maybe she should have asked earlier, but it is what it is. “What’s with the slushies? I don’t understand why people would willingly throw a slushie into someone else’s face, knowing that it’s going to hurt very much. I had to pull Olivia White out of the way just now, otherwise she would’ve gotten one in the face. Gods, people here are the worst. And I’ve met Ray Beech from Mudslide Crush!”
Blaine blinked from the thoughtful daze he’d fallen under and shifted his attention from the spot on the wall towards the sound of Mo’s voice. Curious as to what she wanted to ask, a brow inched up and he gave her a nod to continue. “Yeah, of course. What’s bothering you?” Hopefully it was something he could fix? Oh.. Yeah. Nope. Fixing that situation? Way easier said than done. “I.. I have no idea why. Or. I guess I do. It’s about humiliating someone on top of whatever they’re already putting them through. The pain is just a bonus,” he sighed and shrugged, “You’d think the faculty would ban outside drinks.. But they don’t seem to notice that..” Or a lot of things, however, he kept that to himself. Perking up, he grinned and let her change the subject before he stewed harder about it. “Seriously? How’d you manage that?”
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