( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh have you? You have my attention, Mr. Anderson. I may have to miss my last class of the day just so I can find out more about this idea about bowties and scarves. I’m sure whatever your idea is i’m 100% okay doing [ 😉 ] I have about 15 minutes left with this class and i’ll head home?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I have, Mr. Hummel. You know, playing hookie for one day wouldn’t hurt anyone. I’ll even help you catch up the work you might miss and I’m sure I can make it worth your trouble. Great! Maybe between now and then you can help me make some very crucial decisions. First one. Paisley or stripes?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) You sprained your ankle?! Do we need to take you to the hospital or anything? I can get on the plane tonight and get there like ASAP if you need me to?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) So. I’ve kinda missed you a lot. Being home and not having you here has been kind of hard. I normally wouldn’t do this, but… [ X ]
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I was mostly joking but I did give the wall a good kick and hopped the last couple steps in here? I’ll be fine! Don’t rush ba ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt?! Oh God. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I? That? You just stole every last ounce of oxygen and coherent thought I had. Pretty sure there was a noise that just came out of my mouth without any lowering it whatsoever. It’s not fair to want you this bad and not have that body here to touch. How are you so beautiful?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine. Everything is fine. Nothing is going to happen, just sometimes I need my personal space, and you need to respect that. I love you, but honestly having you at my side 24/7 is exhausting.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It was just a really long year without you and it’s hard to not want to make up for all that lost time. There’s only so much missing you someone can take before having you around feels so relieving that it’s hard to let go of. Even for a minute. This isn’t making any sense and I’m sounding more desperate with every word. I’m sorry. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I understand what you’re saying. I’ll be more conscious of it from now on. Promise.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Where exactly are you right now? I’m pretty sure that I’m going to kill Santana the next time I see her. Just sit down and I’ll come to you?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) We’ve made it to Central pArk. d there’s trees. the hippy who took my soehs was here a few minutes ago but him and his friends are gone. I’m layign donw becaus thats’ comfy. san and i are nudeer the bridge singing red ghot chili peppers because yi thought it was a good ikdea. you’re really missing out, honye.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Technically, I said that when we were in a very dark room and all that we had were candles lit. So..I wasn’t /really/ lying because I could barely see them. Look at it this way! You got a new scarf?! That’s a plus?!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Um–Kurt? I think I might’ve sprained an ankle from running to the bedroom so fast. I’d like to request a warning label to go with a text message like that. Kidding. Uh, so, yeah..alone now. What was it that you were going to send?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) kurt? sweetie? agreeing tfo go rout wtih santanha has put me in a bit fo a pickle. i currently can’ht find mfy wallet and i’m pretty sure i exchanged shoes with a hippy in greenwich village because i don’t own birkenstock sandals. s b
“✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I have this sneaking suspicion that if we try to put my old bowties and your old scarves to better use? We could find much more fun things to do with them. Other than gather dust in the closet. If you want to find out what those ideas are? I’ll be waiting in the bedroom after you’re done with school. Thoughts? Ideas? Yes or Yes?
// Rest under a Read More, love! I’ll do your Dave ones in a Text Post!
“@” for a SCARED text. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Where are you? It’s been two hours since you should’ve been home. I’m really starting to get worried. Call me back as soon as you can? Let me know that you’re okay? This isn’t like you and I’m starting to freak out. I love you. Please pick up the next time I call?
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I miss you, Kurt. I know you’re going to say that I saw you this morning and this afternoon. But it’s not the literal sense of the word that I’m meaning here. I miss /you/. Something’s wrong. I can tell. This is starting to feel like we’re slipping back to last year and I’m terrified that it’s going to happen. Please? Talk to me this time. We can fix this but I need you to talk to me.
“✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
( mssg » kurt | deleted ) My biggest fear is losing you. I can’t. Not again. You mean so much to m. I’d do anything for you. You know that. I understand we still have problems we need to work through. But it’s two o’clock in the morning and I’m in a bed that doesn’t have you in it. This isn’t how things were supposed to go. I know I made the suggestion that I move out but I’m really regretting it. I want to come home. To you. Where I belong.
While scanning the crowd, she made eye contact with Blaine and gave him a quick wave. She still experienced nerves while on stage and greatly appreciated his words, which instantly boosted her confidence.
A few songs later, there was a small pause. “Hey, guys. I’m Emilia and thanks for staying for my set.” She cracked open the water bottle which was resting by the mic, and took a gulp. “I hope you don’t mind, I have a small surprise.” Emilia pointed towards Blaine with a grin on her face, beckoning him to come over. “This was completely unplanned so I hope he doesn’t mind.”
Blaine gleamed as he proudly watched her. He wished Kurt could be here but his fiance’ was off with Rachel who was in the middle of Meltdown Category 4 for..well..keeping track of Rachel Meltdowns was getting difficult. She would only see Kurt. So? Blaine decided to come until Kurt could show up And he was so, so glad he did. Not only for skirting out of calming down duties. Though that was a huge relief itself.Oh! Hello! What was she up to?
His curiosity last for long. Seeing her waving him up–Blaine tucked his chin down and chuckled softly feeling a splash of heat fill both cheeks. All eyes on him–he breathed, a crooked smile remained as he stood up and gave a tick of a wave to her any everyone else. “Way to put a guy on the spot, Emilia,” he whispered with a fake huff and a twinkle in his eye as he leaned in and bounced their shoulders together. “Hi, by the way. It’s good to see you again.”
at his sleeve. she’s a little embarrassed to be so on the spot, but she
wouldn’t be rachel berry if she didn’t turn it around. and while most
people wouldn’t find her current situation as something worthy of a full
blown breakdown, most people aren’t her. they don’t understand the
significance of being independent. of standing out in a sea of faces
just like her – hopeful, eager, and bursting at the seams with potential.
❝
i know this is last minute, and i know we’re under prepared, but – i
need you. how can i go back in there and sing a song someone else just
sang? and at a winter showcase, no less? i’d be the laughing stock of the
entire city!
❞
a beat, as she lets out a slow breath.
❝
please?
❞
Worry crinkled the corners of his eyes as he stared down at Rachel tugging his sleeve. The song they painstakingly practiced for her performance for weeks was now..gone. It was a blow to his friend that left her in a panic and he barely got her out into the hallway before it was clear to see she was terrified. Rightfully so. He’d be the same if he was in her..hold on?
“Rachel, I–we don’t even have a–well–uh?” What, exactly, was she asking him to do? No. He knew the answer. Underprepared didn’t graze what they were.
Stunned–Blaine felt his stomach sink.
How was he supposed to leave her high, dry and hopelessly lost? Rachel needed this showcase and..the way she was staring at him in desperation? His gut twisted in a sudden burst of nerves because–? Stuttering or not? He couldn’t say no. “O-Okay–okay,” get a grip..get an idea, “We are going to make this work. You and me. Only a hiccup and that’s never stopped you before. Just–what song? One you’ve always wanted to do. One that will knock them right out of their seats and make them forget everyone else here tonight except you. “
Plane having landed that morning, she had some time to rest before making her way over to the New York bar. She was requested by the owner to fly out and sing. Having family in the area, she agreed.
As there were multiple sets being played that night, the bar was already packed when Emilia stepped inside. Walking over to the makeshift ‘backstage’ to prepare and wait for her set. Not long after arriving, she stepped onto the stage and after a short introduction began to sing. She looked over the crowd as she sang – hoping to see at least one familiar face.
The small bar was packed from wall to wall. Happy chatter between bands was slung around as easy as the alcohol flowed from the bar thanks to an expert bartender who zipped from side to side like it was barely a challenge. People were happy, excited and the music was fantastic. Blaine was all grins and toothy smiles as he made his way into the bar earlier that night to wait for Emilia’s performance.
Having enjoyed most of the sets so far without a single drop of anything to drink besides soda–he, finally, used his fake I.D. (not that he was carded anyway..he doubted anyone cared here unless the cops showed up) to get a beer and settle in knowing she was the next in line. Joining in with the cheers–Blaine bounced in his seat when the music started and was still bright and twinkly eyed when they made eye contact. A set of slender fingers lifted in a wave to her and he winked encouragingly mouthing the words, ‘You’re doing great!’, as one foot bobbed to the beat from where it swayed in the air with one leg being crossed over the other.
“Okay fine — you want my honesty?” He’d done it now. Pushed Santana to tell him some truth, to not sugar coat it. He was the only person she’d ever sugar coat insults for, now that was out the window so she wouldn’t hold back. “I think you’re too sensitive. I think you’re a big cry baby who wants to be something stronger but isn’t. I think you let other people control you && consume you because you secretly have ZERO confidence. I think you wear so much hair gel, you’re practically a slip && slide. I think you need to slow down for any reason other than gay supreme, KURT HUMMEL, so you can actually learn about yourself. Because if I’m REALLY honest, I’ve known you going on four years, && I still barely know you. Do you want to be organized gay sidekick forever? Really?”
Well this was a huge mistake. No sooner did he open his mouth and tell her to stop holding it back and give him exactly what was going through her head because he was tired of watching her hold it in via glares and huffs towards him or Kurt or both of them? Than he instantly regretted it. Blaine stood through the tongue lashing with a look of shock causing his mouth to drop open. Speechless. He was speechless. When she was finished, he gnashed his teeth together to hide he actually cringed as he felt the words dig in. Deep. Palming over his mouth, Blaine took a step back and broke eye contact wriggling his fingers in the air and managed a half-shrug. “You don’t know hardly anything about me because you never bothered to try. Contrary to popular belief? I’m not Kurt’s sidekick. I’m his fiance’. I know plenty about myself but you wouldn’t know that either. Maybe if you spent less time getting angry at me or anyone else for who knows WHAT reason? We might have a conversation and you could find out just how wrong you are.” Problem was? The sinking feeling he struggled to ignore made her rant too real not to wonder if that’s how everyone saw him. How he saw himself if he wasn’t playing Mister Oblivious to it because it was easier. Safer. All he could do was swing his hand from his hip and keep backing away. “I’m sorry I asked. Never mind. This was a mistake.”
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