( mssg » sam | sent) erg ( mssg » sam | sent) I didnt’ mean to send that ( mssg » sam | sent) yoiu were here in spirit! ( mssg » sam | sent) My feet are really cold, SAmmy. ( mssg » sam | sent) And wet. ( mssg » sam | sent) because they’re in a pool that hasn’t been heated since LAbor day!
( mssg » sam | sent) I’ve never seen so many passedout Dalton guys. ( mssg » sam | sent) it looks like the end of The Birds here. Limp WArblers in every position you can imagine barely moving in Trents backyard. ( mssg » sam | sent) not liek ( mssg » sam | sent)
Not like, you know in greek dish pattern positions. making that clear. ( mssg » sam | sent) you’re the greatest. I love you so much. Whyare you so…you?
some meme i lost , if you find it feel free to send some in
( ✉ → sms ) : are you drunk ? ( ✉ → sms ) : you’re totally drunk ! ( ✉ → sms ) : sure thing i’ll come get you , give me ten. ( ✉ → sms ) : you got drunk without me though 😦
Another one of his visits that stretched far past school hours into the later part of the night. Seems like it was getting harder and harder to will himself to walk out the door and return back to reality. The comfort of the Warbler Common Room when it was only him and Sebastian was something he told himself was over a long time ago. That their friendship, while polite, would never be what it used to be. Until it seemed that fate brought him back here once more. Back to Dalton, back home, back to his friends.
To Sebastian.
Who stood in front of him while he procrastinated leaving for the second time. His heels already swung backwards twice, two steps towards the leather couch he’d just vacated. A handful more and he’d be sitting back down. Not that he seemed to mind as his hand reached out and fingers curled around Sebastian’s wrist. Now the taller of the pair was tugged closer to the sofa, too. His heart felt warmer when he heard he was missed and that name came back to him. The underside of a pale wrist was grazed over with the edge of Blaine’s thumb and his smile softened, his gaze read over Sebastian’s. “I missed you, and Dalton and everyone, too. Keeps getting harder to go and I’ve only been visiting for less than a week.”
Finn had been soaking up his summer break after his first year of teaching. While he loved his job, he definitely was excited for two months of paid vacation. He had a few glee club related things to do, so he brought his laptop to the Lima Bean, parking himself at a table and getting to work.
He noticed a familiar face walk through the door, and a grin spread across his lips. “I thought we kicked you out of Lima a long time ago,” he joked, standing up to hug his old friend. “What’re you doing here?!”
Their table would just fade into the background. Old conversations that were loud as day would just fade into the din of coffeehouse conversations, glass clinking together and the roar of overworked espresso machines. You can do this. You are going to do this. Blaine let out a breath as he stood outside the Lima Bean and adjusted his bowtie to make sure it was perfectly in place. No more repeats of the incident with Sam where his best friend didn’t recognize him without his look and thought he was trying to pick him up, thank you.
Two months of patching himself back together with a little help from ‘someone to talk to’ and he was going to try to give this spot another go. And he baby stepped strode inside. Three steps in and a pair of arms were waiting for him and a familiar voice that caused him to blink and look up. Finn? A wary smile turned warm and he stepped into the hug, returning it tight before stepping back and clasping Finn’s shoulders. “Oh. Wow. Yeah. You did. I guess I just couldn’t stay away,” his grin came easier than he thought it would, “H-How are you? You look good!”
( mssg » finn | sent ) I’m sorry I bit your head off.
I know you’re only trying to help.
( mssg » finn | sent )
I know it’s not your fault and you’ve got your own things going on. You don’t need my jumping down your throat added to the list. ( mssg » finn | sent ) But I can’t just “calm down”. Maybe it’s better if I just go for another walk. Before I say something else I’ll end up regretting.
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