“You know? I didn’t think it was possible for someone to slam a door when, in fact, the door in question is a curtain. But! This is the second time in the last week you’ve managed to make her bound and determined to pull it off. Do you ever think she’ll catch on that it doesn’t quite have the same Rachel Storming Out Oomf Effect that I think she’s really going for?”
Tina’s last day in New York City. How did the time go by so fast? Wasn’t it two hours ago when she got in? Nope. It’d been days and now she was due to go back to Brown later that evening and Blaine was determined to make her last hours here something to remember. He had the day packed full until it was time to go to the airport. Groggily walking through the loft after a way-too-early alarm–Blaine stopped beside the couch and tilted his head. Could she fit herself any tighter against the back? Least she looked comfortable? Listening to her steady breathing made his eyes want to close again. Heavy limbs pulled him closer.
Breakfast could get started a little later–yeah? Kurt wouldn’t be ready to wake up for an hour or longer. Woe be to anyone who decided to interrupt his sleep after going an entire night without. Snuggling up to her was easy. Big Spoon? Thy name is Blaine Anderson! The bridge of his nose fit against the back of her head and he didn’t even mind all the hair. Sort of hard to mind much when this was so comfy and she was so warm. “I’m going to miss you,” he mumbled quietly. God, would he. This was always the worst about reconnecting with the friends who drifted off. That sad tug in his heart when he knew it was time to say goodbye felt awful. Hours, right? They had hours. Shutting that thought away–Blaine held her a bit closer and let himself doze off.
What did he get himself into?
“I’m not sure about this. I mean. I know I agreed to an Elliott make-over before we went out tonight. You won the bet fair and square,” Blaine palmed over his mouth staring down at the vanity inside their bathroom. Clad in black and grey from head-to-toe (unless you were counting the delicate embellishments of silver added into the mix by Elliott’s careful hands), he was dressed the part and barely recognized himself in the mirror when he passed by it. Not in a wholly bad way. Only. You know.. Wow? Wow was a good word! Definitely.. Wow!
“….That’s a lot of eyeliner.”
Coming home from his second day at a new school in a new state to a new house to live his new life felt surreal. Blaine’s world changed so fast after what happened at his last school that his head was still spinning trying to let it all absorb. Most of the time he felt like he was constantly waking up from a dream and trying to get his bearings. On repeat. For over a week or more now. His mother tried to reassure him he’d settle, that this was for the best. But he wasn’t so sure.
When he saw a blond boy sitting on the top porch stair, he stopped dead in his tracks. A crease brought on by curiosity ran between his eyebrows and across his forehead. “Hi,” that same confusion was apparent in the bewildered tone of his voice and smile that slowly appeared as he stepped towards the stranger. “I don’t think we’ve met.. I’m Blaine. Can I help you?”
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“Hey, Brittany? Can I snag a second of your time? It’s about the new glee club assignment. Don’t you think they’re all getting a little repetitive? I have an idea to shake things up a bit. Thing is? I need you and Mike to pull it off. Are you in? I’ll tell you all about it over lunch?”
There was no better time to show off Central Park to one of the Glee Club’s latest additions to New York City than when a fresh blanket of snow put a soft white blanket over the trees, statues, bridges and fountains that lined the twisting paths through one of Blaine’s favorite places to be. Mike had yet to experience the scenery fully, as far as Blaine knew, and that was –or should be– a crime. Why not steal a day when classes were cancelled and neither one of them had many plans to check that item off Mike’s too-busy-to-really-enjoy-the-city first few months of getting settled into NYADA’s and living in New York City’s routine?
Standing at the gate he’d texted his friend to meet him at, a thermos of warm apple cider in each hand, Blaine used the tip of a black boot to mess around with the clumps of snow at his feet. A brow lifted up in his concentrated attempt to Etch-A-Sketch away a circular pattern by swiping his foot back and forth over it to flatten out the sparkling powder underneath his sole. He’d barely begun a careful crescent shape when a shadow ghosted itself into view. “Sorry, waiting for–,” he looked up ready to excuse himself if he was blocking someone and his smile went from apologetic to brilliantly delighted. Mike! “Waiting for you! Hey! Hope you like cider,” he lifted the silver and black beverage container in his right hand to give it a light ‘look here!’ shake before holding it out to him. “Make the walk so much better. Ready for the view of a lifetime?”
The Lima Bean was filling up with students grabbing some coffee before they went home or hanging out with their friends to gossip about the day. Blaine entered alone, however. Leather satchel slung over his shoulder and his phone gripped in one hand. Hazel gaze drifted from table to table trying to pick out the girl who he barely knew until they were assigned to work on a project in Photography together. Valerie. That was her name. She seemed nice enough and even if they were strangers? Being assigned a partnership with some of the kids in that class would have made him want to pull his hair out by the end of one day. McKinley did seem to have it’s fair share of … be nice.
Instead of spending their after school hours in school, Blaine suggested they meet here to organize things and get to know one another. He’d grabbed his homework and hurried to the cafe as soon as the last bell rang. By the looks of it? He’d beat her here. Grabbing one of the last empty places to sit, he staked their claim on it by sitting down and setting his bag on the tabletop. There. They had their spot. The former Warbler busied himself by firing off a couple texts to his boyfriend while he waited for his new partner to show up.
Uh, yeah, okay. That wasn’t creepy at allllll to hear incoherent mumbling coming from the couch he just tiptoed past trying not to wake Finn up. It broke the quiet he was doing his best to keep with an odd string of barely audible words. Blaine wasn’t sure he could pick out a single English one in the bunch. All his efforts to keep quiet must have failed anyway. Judging that the boy strung out with limbs everywhere cracked one eye open in his direction.
Stepping backwards until he could lean against the doorframe between the kitchen and the living room and crossed his arms over his chest. One hand lifted a few inches to fan an ‘hello’ wave. Blaine kept his voice low as to not wake his boyfriend still sound asleep upstairs. “Um. Good morning to you, too, Finn. Sorry. I was trying to sneak to the kitchen. Kurt asked me over since your parents are in Washington.”
“I figured I’d surprise him with breakfast. Sorry if I woke you up.. Weird dream?” And then Blaine couldn’t hold back the chuckle that lit up his eyes. He watched the other boy joining the land of the living with a warm smile that stayed even after the laughter faded. “I think you might’ve just invented your own language a minute ago. Hope you’re hungry..“
“You’re just the person I was looking for,” Blaine smiled down at Marley as he approached the table where they were, apparently, the first two to arrive. “I wanted a chance to talk to you while things were quiet.” Thankful for the chance to have her attention before the others showed up and their usual chaotic lunch began, Blaine sat his tray down and took the chair beside the brunette.
“That song was really good. I’ve had it in my head since yesterday.” Settled in with a juicebox in hand, he turned to face her with a thoughtful squint. “You said you had more, right?” Shoulders hitched in a shrug and his bottom lip jutted out in a ‘why not’ pout. “I’d love to hear some more. If they are half as good as that one? They’re going to be amazing. I was thinking.. Maybe you could bring more of them to the auditorium on Thursday? No Glee practice. You and I could sit at the piano and put some music behind the words? If you’d like to give it a go?”
The loft was quiet. Only the soft sounds of people breathing as they slept. And a soft mumbling noise of the television in the living room as Blaine stirred enough next to Kurt that he figured getting up and grabbing a glass of water was probably a good idea before he woke up his fiance’. Bare feet slid into puffy, soft wool lined slippers and he shrugged into a dark crimson robe before pulling apart the ‘privacy curtain’ to Kurt’s room. One more glance to the man stretching himself out sleepily just to make sure he hadn’t done the opposite of what he was trying to do and Blaine was gone to the kitchen.
He’d nearly missed the back of Puck’s head creating a roundish shadow in front of the television he figured their friend had fallen asleep watching. “You’re still awake,” he whispered pulling the door to the fridge open, “Can’t sleep?” Thinking better, he grabbed the milk and snatched a box of hot chocolate off the top of the fridge before the space around him went dark again when he nudged the fridge closed with the back of his heel. “Want some company?” Though he was already grabbing two mugs and setting them next to the milk and box on the counter.
“Takes some getting used to. Doesn’t it?”
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