starter call request – Page 2 – pianokeysandbowties

Blaine couldn’t believe the time that stared back at him when he hit the button on his phone to make the screen glow. 2:36am. So much for getting out of the theater at any sensible time. Did he really lose track of time that bad? Apparently so. But the acoustics when it was only him and a security guard he barely saw past eleven o’clock were too beautiful not to play and write until his heart was content and all the music he had to get out of his mind onto paper stopped.

Though once he stepped outside into the freezing New York City winter? Maybe cutting himself off before the temperature dropped to a ridiculous amount of awful would have been the better idea. Frigid or not. One thing you could rely on unless the city looked like the Day After Tomorrow was the cab system. Breath coming out in clouds of gray, he jogged to the sidewalk waving the entire way there to get it’s attention..and practically collided with someone doing the same thing.

“Sorry!” The cab came to an abrupt stop, the horn honked and the driver yelled to them to get in through the window he refused to wind down. “I..um.. It’s freezing but I can go back in there.” He thumbed towards the dark theater just behind them. “You take this one.”

@beautifullyxxunstable

“Um..? Miss Rhodes?” Blaine’s quiet approach towards the piano where he walked into the choir room earlier than the rest of the class and saw the blonde woman curled up on the piano bench using a stack of three books as a pillow. Did she sleep here? There was about forty five minutes before anyone was going to start filing in. Except Kurt. Who was at the Lima Bean fetching their morning coffee they planned on sitting out in the courtyard to enjoy before class. Still. They had a good twenty minutes or more before he showed up. He shrugged out of the heavy grey wool coat he wore buttoned all the way to a navy scarf and bent to cover her up with it trying not to wake her up until he had to.

@whatsthepoop

Curiously watching her from across the courtyard, it was easy to see the girl had something on her mind. He knew, first hand twice, what it felt like to be the new kid coming to school in the middle of the year. The first time was the worst. At least for a few days until the welcoming committee at Dalton introduced him to enough students that he lost that knot in his stomach feeling. McKinley didn’t have anything like that by a long shot. Lucky for him, he had Kurt and was familiar with a lot of the glee kids when he came here. The transition for him was more mental and a few personality conflicts that surfaced within a week or two. But doing it alone? That had to be awful.

“Hi.. I’m Blaine.” A brown, leather satchel came to rest on the concrete next to her spot on the stairs overlooking the courtyard below. Blaine smiled politely before taking a seat. Slinging his legs over the ledge, he rested his forearms on the railing that kept them from toppling over and gave the students below a glance. Then his full attention was back on her. His voice was purposefully soft, as if he was worried he might be intruding. “I saw you in Biology. Are they making you introduce yourself to every class? They asked me to do that when I first came here,” he faked a shudder, “Don’t they realize by the end of the day, it’s just more than a little weird?”

@lastjones

“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?”

@amongwclves

starter call request!! @thequarterbxck

The Lima Bean was packed since school was out for two days. The rest of the Warblers who straggled behind after dropping Trent off for the weekend already claimed two tables near the windows. Laughs and shouts of joy echoed from their table. Blaine was the only one stuck at the counter. He drummed his fingers on the bleach water faded wood quietly for a good five minutes making sure to keep enough space for the person who had yet to claim their coffee. Then it dawned on him when he saw the name written on the side of the cup. Finn.

Kurt’s brother? How’d he miss the ceiling tall boy not two people away? Only meeting him twice before this, it still boggled Blaine’s sober mind at how Kurt and he were family. Sure, it was through marriage, but the contrast of personalities was beyond crazy to compare. “Hey. I think this is yours,” his smile was warm and open as he held the cup out. “It’s nice to see you again, Finn. Where’s everyone else?”

starter call request!! @downtcwnman

Nick seemed to be absolutely nowhere in sight. Blaine spent the better part of half an hour going between the dorms to the dining room and even hunted down Jeff to ask where the Warbler might be. The blond had no idea. Nicky simply vanished after practice and was nowhere to be found. Well. Nowhere unless you decided to wander down the path outside the stone and brick walls of Dalton Academy. Blaine had an idea where he might’ve gone to.

A place that his friend showed him the first week he transferred. ‘If things get too hectic while you’re trying to adjust? You can find some quiet here.’ Fresh, warm Spring air smelled amazing when mixed with the hint of newly grown leaves and flowers. The bottoms of his shoes clacked against the wooden dock planks where he caught sight of Nick at the very end. Blaine smiled as he came to stand beside Nick then slowly sat so he could bump his shoulder against Nick’s gently, smiling when he caught the other boy’s attention. “Penny for your thoughts,” he asked softly and perked his smile a bit wider, “If they’re really good ones? I might even offer you a dime.”

starter call request!! @devilraged

“Thank you for coming, Santana.” Blaine offered the girl a warm, welcoming smile as they stood inside the grand foyer of Dalton Academy. In the post class hours, the entrance itself was quiet. Most of the students were in their extracurriculars, having dinner, or off in their dorms leaving him as the sole person standing in the massive room waiting for the Cheerio to arrive. He’d sent her a text asking to speak about Kurt. Thankful he had a means of contacting her aside from asking Kurt. A+ for being sober enough at the beginning of Rachel’s party to exchange numbers before both of them took a two person ticket to Drunk Town.

Their plan to meet up came a lot sooner than the weekend. Just a few hours later and she was here. In Westerville. To Blaine’s surprise ~~but not really~~. “I meant it when I said you didn’t have to drive all the way to Dalton. I could’ve met you in Lima when we took Trent back for the weekend but thank you for coming. How about coffee? We could get some and then go talk?”

starter call request!! @mcthingtwo

“I know this probably sounds like the weirdest invitation you’ve ever heard but..hear me out?” Blaine curled his fingers towards his palms and shoved them into the pockets of his grey slacks as he approached Mason. Thank God, the hallway was empty. No one needed to hear the pitch he was about to make. No one but Mason, who missed the entire leading up to part of this conversation, and was about to be caught up very quick. MOSTLY.

“Some of the upperclassmen swear Dalton is haunted. They dared the Warblers that we are too chicken to find out. We all know we aren’t.. There was an argument.. Um. Long story short? They dared us that you and I wouldn’t last a night in the old orchestra storage rooms. I told them they were wrong. Soooo. Impromptu dusty creepy room indoors camping trip? Maybe?”

starter call request!! @theindieflash (rachel?? i gotta see this! )

Barely past the time McKinley let out, Rachel’s phone began to ring. Blaine waited to hear her voice before perking up and greeting the brunette diva. “Hello, Rachel? It’s Blaine. I know this is probably pretty embarrassing to bring up but I wanted to check in on you.” Blaine cringed inwardly as he leaned his shoulder against a beam with a giant Lima Bean logo plastered directly in the center. “Word travels pretty fast.” No mention of how the messy events reached the attention of the Warblers so quickly. They had their ways.

“Rumor has it you suffered a rather traumatic experience at your assembly? Something about a chain reaction lesson-the-hard-way to never drink before performing. For the sake of not wanting to go into too much detail, I’ll leave it there. But! I wanted to check and see if you were alright. I know food might be the last thing on your mind but I thought I’d invite you to meet me at the Lima Bean for tea? My treat. I think you deserve it after today..”

starter call request!! @verybarryallen

Blaine returned Trent’s little wave as the last of the Warblers, who all but him recently dispersed from their usual table, stood up from his chair. He watched as his friend hurried off to go finish the last of his assignments before the weekend started, a pleasant smile met Trent’s back and then he was gone leaving him the sole person left at the only empty table inside Dalton’s cafe’. Lifting his coffee to take a sip, Blaine hummed at the taste as he flipped through the pages of sheet music they were ~~bickering~~ very passionately discussing for the better part of two hours. What song would be the start? The middle? The big, hopefully impressive ending? And why did they all but say they wanted him to pick? His cup was sat just within reach, teeth worrying against his bottom lip as a shadow caught his attention.

Glancing up at the tall boy, Blaine noticed he looked like he was trying to find a place to sit. Another cursory look over his shoulder at how many students were still milling about–the Warbler cleared his throat to get the boy’s attention. “Busy time to be here. Everyone’s getting their after class caffeine fix,” his smile was warm and open, “There’s plenty of room at this table. You can sit here if you want to…?”