[ text ;; blaine ] We´ve always been a dream team. I think New York City deserves to see our talent! [ text ;; blaine ] Oh it will definitely get you coffee with dessert. Compliments will always get you far. 😛 [ text ;; blaine ] You know, I have a feeling that I will never be sick of you. How could anyone be sick of you anyways? [ text ;; blaine ] Sounds like the perfect plan to me. Though karaoke is really already taking this city by storm, talent agents will be banging down our doors!!
( mssg » rachel | sent ) I think you’re right. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Great! I have an endless supply at the ready. Cause I have a serious need for some cheesecake and some coffee to go with? I’m not above dishing out an endless list for company. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) You’d be surprised. But I’m holding you to that. No take backs.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) As long as we do it together this time? I’m all in. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) No more flailing our arms and hoping to tread enough water to keep our heads above it. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Want me to meet you at your place? How about in an hour?
❝ not gonna lie, dude… you’re kinda putting a downer on my awesome new york city weekend. ❞ puck complained from his spot on the couch. blaine’s heartbreak was understandable, but puck had flown out to the city to cheer him up after kurt had called off the engagement. it was just the two of them. it seemed everyone had really moved on to doing their own things… it was sad really, but it was life. it went on.
❝ if there’s one thing i’m good for, it’s getting over people. come on. get dressed, gel your hair, get your bowtie on and let’s hit it. we’re getting drunk tonight, anderson. ❞
New apartment. New life he wasn’t sure how he was going to make work and hadn’t yet gotten to the Blaine Anderson We’re Gonna Make It phase everyone always expected from him two beats after any disaster. He wasn’t even unfinished unpacking by the time Puck came to help. Something Blaine was infinitely grateful for but having a hell of a time showing. It was during one of his quiet phases, where everything felt so not like the life he planned and overwhelming, Puck spoke up. “Sorry. I did it again,” he muttered before abruptly pausing. Puck was right. He was getting on his own nerves at this point. “Actually? That sounds great.” Getting out and doing something? That’s what Puck was here for. About time they did it? “Give me ten minutes.” He was already on his way to his bedroom, only pausing to look over his shoulder. “From here on out? New rule. No more downers. Promise.”
[ text ;; blaine ] We´ve always been a dream team. I think New York City deserves to see our talent! [ text ;; blaine ] Oh it will definitely get you coffee with dessert. Compliments will always get you far. 😛 [ text ;; blaine ] You know, I have a feeling that I will never be sick of you. How could anyone be sick of you anyways? [ text ;; blaine ] Sounds like the perfect plan to me. Though karaoke is really already taking this city by storm, talent agents will be banging down our doors!!
( mssg » rachel | sent ) You know what? You’re right. It does and that’s exactly what we’re going to give it. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) A lesson I will never forget. And, possibly, might use to my advantage more often now that you confirmed the notion. Consider this your first and only warning. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Oh! I think you’d be surprised. I’m glad you are immune to it, though. You know it’s vice versa, right? ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Look at you being brilliant. I think from here on out? Neither one of us should rest until they are. For both of us. No more waiting. No more excuses or doubt. We’re going to do this.
[ text ;; blaine ] I´m the most generous person you will find in this city, Blaine. 😛 [ text ;; blaine ] Oh but can you imagine how fun it would be? You´d be a great Charlie! We could actually be on a Broadway stage together, like we´ve always dreamed! [ text ;; blaine ] And please, you know I would never say no to karaoke. In fact, we haven´t been in a while and I agree with your demand. I demand that we go out on a karaoke night and show everyone why we´re going to be the next big thing on Broadway! [ text ;; blaine ] Compliment me and the dessert´s on me. Knowing you I´m sure that won´t be a problem! 😉 [ text ;; blaine ] Of course, Blaine. I´ll always stick with you. ❤
( mssg » rachel | sent ) How could I have forgotten that? Of course you are! ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Do you think New York City is ready for us together? I think it’s about time. Don’t you? ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Let’s do it! I’m not going to be happy until we’ve shut down at least one bar. Maybe two? ( mssg » rachel | sent ) I’ll keep that in mind. Will two compliments get me a coffee with dessert, too? You know.. To wake up before we negate it with a ton of liquor. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Same goes for me. You got me until you’re sick of me. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Never doubt that, Miss Berry. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) So! Dinner and dessert first. Karaoke second. Taking this city by storm third? Just want to lay out the order of things so we stick to the plan. 😛
Christmas wasn’t that special to Michael, certainly not enough to do something like that just because he had spirit. He did enjoy the atmosphere of the holiday season though, and wasn’t about to put someone else down about it. One of the best parts of winter was how many people loved it; how many were genuinely brought closer together because of their holidays. Michael simply chuckles a little instead.
“Ah, don’t worry.” He replies, glancing down at Apple when she starts licking his hand. “I get nosy too.” Truthfully Michael likes hearing about other people. He liked it when he could feel useful in making someone feel better or even if he was just focusing on someone other than himself. On the other end of the spectrum he was also used to small talk, answering basic questions about himself be it for either form of work he did or because whoever he was passing time talking to wanted to make things fair and ask about him.
”It is.” Michael agrees, glancing up in time to catch Blaine’s wince. “You’re fine, Blaine. I don’t mind questions.. and no. I was still in Illinois for a year or so before I finally decided to leave the state altogether. This just ended up feeling like the best place.” He explains, finding himself smiling a little more just a second later as he gets Blaine’s own tale, and Michael has to say that it was entirely fitting based on what he’s seen of the other so far. He was never particularly into musical theater or the like himself, but he most definitely appreciated the work that went into it. “Sounds like you’re already on your way to yours then. Congrats. What’s the show about?”
As long as Michael didn’t think he was honing in on him and getting too personal, Blaine was simply curious about his story. One of the best parts of the city he loved so much was that you could meet people with such interesting tales to tell if you gave the world a minute and sat down to listen. A stranger could open up a whole new world in a matter of a subway, or in this case dog friendly coffee shop, conversation. People had no clue what they were missing out on if they only rushed from Point A to Point B and never stopped to listen.
“Thank you. I’m glad I’m not the only one.” He smiled appreciatively at Michael putting his mind to ease and paused to rattle off his order. A tea with some honey and lemon and a blueberry scone. Then waited as the red haired waitress turned her attention to Michael and jotted down his choices before promptly excusing herself (after a small fuss about Apple cause who could resist that face).
“New York City is the best place, in my opinion. But I’ve been here so long I might be a tad biased,” he grinned lightly toying with the dog eared corner of his paper napkin. “What’s your favorite part of living here so far? I’d have to say mine is the culture. Living in a place like Westerville, Ohio for eighteen years really makes you appreciate a place that’s about as opposite from it as you can get. Not that life there was horrible. It had it’s good parts.
“I’m glad I get to call here home.” A brow quirked up and he felt his cheeks and nose warm up. “Yeah. I think I might be. It’s taking a lot of work to get there but it’s worth every minute. The show? It’s a rebirth of an old musical. How well do you know your theater,” he grinned not wanting to sound pretentious but assuming rattling off the name of a musical and expecting someone to know what the hell he was talking about was even worse in his book. “I know it’s not everyone’s thing so I thought I’d ask first.”
It wasn’t that Michael pretended he was something he wasn’t or had any interest in doing so. He wasn’t bothered by his work so much anymore to begin with. It was what it was, what worked best for him in his situation. He just didn’t want to tell a kind new stranger what he did at night the first time they meet. By the time he has something to say however Blaine was telling him about his friend during Chistmas time.
Michael looks up from the little menu at that, pursing his lips in an obvious attempt not to laugh until he looks back down. “I shouldn’t laugh. If I got the chance to be paid for that I’d absolutely take it.” Closing the menu he leans back in his seat and pats Apple’s head. “As far as stories go though, it’s not exactly glamorous.” He says with a shrug of his shoulder.
“The dream was to get a scholarship and either become an architect or a structural engineer, but I left Chicago when I was sixteen. I’m just trying to pay the bills and shove the rest in a jar for now.” It was probably going best after he started the dog walking out of these past four years. His savings weren’t what he wanted them to be yet but he was getting there. Now if only he knew what exactly he was saving for. “What about you? Where is Blaine the dog lover going?”
“She managed to talk two other people into it at the same time she was doing it, so there’s more than one person and you who would do that if they were paid. I think I could be talked into it,” he grinned sheepishly before he threw caution to the wind and let his grin stretched into a full on cheeky smile followed by a huff of a laugh, “Who am I kidding? I love Christmas so much, I’d probably do it for free. The money would only be an added perk.”
Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Their soon-to-be-waitress waved as she took the order from the table next to them, signalling she would be there next. “Stories don’t have to be glamorous. I don’t think we’d be very real if there weren’t any ups and downs or parts where glamorous would be the least likely word to describe what we’re going through. But? I do get it. No pressure.” His gaze darted over Michael’s, head tilted to the side. “I, sometimes, ask more questions than I should when someone makes me curious. Sorry about that. Bad habit. I guess I’ve always enjoyed talking about other people more than I like talking about myself.”
“That’s not a bad dream to have. I hope you get there and that jar keeps filling up. Sooner rather than later. That’s pretty young to be on your own. Did you come to New York City right away, or?” Catching himself slipping right back into the asking too many questions habit he just apologized for, Blaine tucked his chin towards his collar and grimaced his apology this time. “Me? I..uh. I’m in a show a few blocks that way,” he thumbed over his shoulder towards the window indicating the direction of Broadway with a tug of the corner of his lips upwards. “I write music, too. Or. I’m trying to. We all have our dreams, yeah?”
[ text ;; blaine ] You´re aware that I´m going to have to screenshot this, right? 😉 [ text ;; blaine ] You know, that´s one of the reasons why I keep you around. You just know how to make me feel special. Which is why I shall obey your request and keep the cuteness in check. But I´m only doing it for you, Mister. [ text ;; blaine ] Alright, I might also keep you around because you buy me dessert! 😉 But seriously, it´s tempting to get some of those heels. I need heels to make me taller anyways. Maybe I should audition for Lauren or Nicola when there´s a cast change? [ text ;; blaine ] Now say that again when we see each other and I might end up being the one to buy you dessert! [ text ;; blaine ] but seriously. You know it´s the same for me! I´m so glad to have you in my life, Blaine!
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Screenshot away, Miss Berry. I promise I wouldn’t deny it anyway.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) How kind of you to repay my never ending love and devotion to making you feel as special as you are to have some pity on me. You are truly a benevolent woman. I’m in awe of your generosity. 😛
( mssg » rachel | sent ) I, almost, feel used. How dare you keep me around solely because I know where to get the best cheesecake in town? Um! It depends on how tall those heels are. For reasons I’d rather not say. Also. You should! I’d even try my hand at a role or two and we could rehearse together. ( mssg » rachel | sent )
Which reminds me. We should venture out and do a karaoke night sometime soon. Don’t think it’s an option. It’s more of a demand I’ll refuse to take no for an answer to. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Oooh! Dessert on you? You can bet this is going to be a thing. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Thank you, Rachel. That means so much. You’re stuck with me. Always.
[ text ;; blaine ] Been there, done that. [ text ;; blaine ] Ah well, I probably could, but I don´t know if you could handle the cute. 😉 [ text ;; blaine ] Ohh yes! Let´s go see Kinky Boots! I haven´t seen it in a while, but it´s one of those shows that always puts me in a good mood! [ text ;; blaine ] Though I am very jealous that most of those men look better in dresses and high heels than I do. 😛
( mssg » rachel | sent ) You’re probably going to have to do it again. Consider this my written consent. Rachel Berry has my permission to whoop my butt back into gear before this “funk”, as Tina put it, gets any more gross. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) I can barely handle the level of cute that you are now. Please have mercy on me and the rest of the world. Keep that adorableness in check. You’re already cavity inducing most of the time. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) That’s why I thought that one would be the best choice. I don’t want to sit through anything depressing and I’ve been wanting to go see it again for a while now. Just not by myself. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) It’s all in the legs and attitude, Rach. You could totally pull off some thigh high stilettos if you kept the sass level on high. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Dinner, too. Don’t forget dinner. And I might even treat you to desert at the bakery across the street after..
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Have I told you how much I love you? I’d be lost without you. But you know that already.
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