❛fuck no ,❜the idea is ludicrous , really . if glee clubs were a thing in high school when he still bothered to show up , it’s most likely that mickey would have beenthe one beating them upbehind the bleachers ( well , he may have done it , now that he thinks of it ) . it’s been a couple of years since then , and mickey is somewhat proud to say that he’s grown past that ; is even trying to be nice . doesn’t mean to be rude when snorts at the question .❛i can’t carry a tune for shit , man , ‘have no idea how the fuck you do that . not big on fuckin’ performances either , just—— more of a ‘ listen t’ it in the car sometimes ’ kinda guy .❜
Alright. There were some pretty strong convictions against anything song and or dance coming from his company. Blaine couldn’t help the amused sparkle in his eye as Mickey so vehemently protested any notion of the idea. Holding both hands up in front of himself, Blaine waved the entire thought off with a shrug and a laugh. “Okay. Okay. I read that completely wrong. Definitely not the singing type,” he grinned and let out a light chuckle obviously not insulted for a second at his answer. “Let’s take a different route then. What do you do for fun? Besides listening to music in the car sometimes but definitely never singing along.” He shot him a playful wink and loosely crossed his arms, leaning his weight towards his shoulder resting against the wall. “My idea bombed and I’m new here. Sadly, I don’t have a lot of suggestions.”
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