sloppy drunk.

( sms to: blanderson ) 🖕
( sms to: blanderson ) Laugh it up. At least my life is more exciting than yours.
( sms to: blanderson ) I’m gonna stop answering you.
( sms to: blanderson ) Fuck that. I’ve been laying here for like twenty minutes now.

( mssg » puckerman | sent ) 😮
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Exciting? My life is plenty exciting enough. Thank you very much.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Why? Please don’t. I don’t want to miss the glorious moment when you start picking bark dust out of your underwear. That, truly, is a rockstar life you’re living.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Twenty minutes? How can you pretend to be remotely comfortable enough to do that?

puck.

[ sms to: blanderson ] If i was sure I would have said yes asshole
[ sms to: blanderson ] No, no memories. I just checked my call log and it showed that you were the last person I called.
[ sms to: blanderson ] Well I’m alive and I woke up in my apartment, so I’d say everything turned out alright.
[ sms to: blanderson ] I mean I woke up in the bathtub but still my apartment.

( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Hey! No need for name calling! In spite of the fact that I might be laughing at you right now. Jerk.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) You’re your very own Sherlock Holmes. Great deduction work there. I’m impressed.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) And, also, still laughing.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) The bathtub? Have you tried moving yet? I don’t think that’s going to feel very good when you do.

puck. @oflettermanjackets

[ sms to: blanderson ] no ?
[ sms to: blanderson ] oh wait. maybe.
[ sms to: blanderson ] shhhiiittt i don’t remember that at all lmfao

( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Are you sure? I’m pretty sure my phone begs to differ when it comes to the name it’s showing.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Also, voice and yelps/groans of you landing in said bushes.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) There we go! Hello memories! Sorry if your brain was trying to forget that moment and I just ruined it. I hope you made it home okay?
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Or somewhere that wasn’t..umm..shrubbery at least?

kassandra.

Kass cocked her head to the side. “Depends. What’s the other choice?” She asked, her green eyes meeting his. “Because you know I’d wear almost anything. Including that. But I also have some sense of fashion….”

The back of his head came to rest on her chest as she towered over him still. A comfy place to be but she had to be getting a crook in her back by now from hunching down towards his chair to keep hugging him?? Maybe not! Hey, it was her choice to keep standing that way! Who was he to turn a hug down anyway? Definitely not.

Called out on his bluff with a second option for her to get out of losing the bet (he hadn’t thought that far ahead), Blaine paused and hummed dramatically. “Oh! I’m not sure. Give me a second to think of something. Because that’s a really hideous dress and seeing you in it was the sole purpose of cheating on the bet anyway.” A blink, he cringed inwardly. “I–ah–you did remember I was already here.. Didn’t you?” Way to let that slip if she forgot! Great job, Blaine!

sam.

“I…” Sam nodded, he’d been friends with Blaine long enough to see all the heartache he’d had. He didn’t want to add to it, and yet he wanted to be true to himself, he wanted to be honest with Blaine about the conflicting and changing feelings inside of himself. He took a beat to study Blaine’s face, nodding slowly as he chewed on the corner of his bottom lip, hesitating another moment before he spoke, “I like you. I like-like you.” He spoke clearly, just like he did when he was trying to make sure the twins understood him. Speak simply, speak from the heart, and you’ll never be misunderstood. As his mother used to say, something her mother had told her. He took it to heart, especially in important moments like this. “I know I’m not the kind of guy you’d want. But we’re bros. And I care about you. I could be…good to you, I think.” He added and shrugged his shoulders, “If you still…or, if you like me. If you wanted that, too.”

‘I like-like you.’

Blaine could feel his heart grow wings and attempt to fly right out of his chest as the words that truly stuck repeated themselves inside his head. Sam liked him. Sam’s doubts and fears that he couldn’t be the kind of guy he’d want were so the bipolar opposite of anything remotely close to the truth. So far that Blaine stood there blinking, his head cocked to the side, and a stunned expression replaced the awed look that’d been frozen in place as he absorbed what Sam was say and what was happening between the two of them with that confession alone as the catalyst. “You.. You can’t really think that. You wouldn’t be the kind of guy I’d want?” His half-laugh put crack in his bewildered facade. Cheeks pink as he took hold of Sam’s wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze to drive his words home. “Haven’t you been paying attention,” his tone dropped to a pleading whisper, “You’re exactly the kind of person I’d want.. Yes. I still like you.” Another huff and he rolled his eyes before a smile so wide pinched them together at their corners. “And, yeah, I want that. I could treat you so well, Sam. Just let me try? Please?”

sam.

“I kissed you on the cheek and you didn’t say anything about it, I assumed you weren’t interested.”

“Sam.. You shouldn’t take it that way. It’s not that I’m not interested.. I am. I just..don’t know what you want. Or what it meant. I’ve learned my lesson in looking too deeply into things. Not from you. In general. And you are way too important to me to chance anything for no other reason alone than my wishful thinking. Does that make sense? Or am I rambling? I guess I am.. Sorry.”

[ 📲 • sms ] —— you are the slowest texter ever. 😒

text messages meme.

( mssg » barry | sent ) Barry! I’m sorry. It’s been a crazy day. I promise I’m not ignoring you on purpose. Rachel’’s going to be the death of me. I swear to God, the woman doesn’t know what pausing for a break means.
( mssg » barry | sent )

When she wants to focus..we FOCUS. Or I get the Rachel Berry Stare. No one wants that. I heard it practically killed a man once.
( mssg » barry | sent ) I think she’s letting me leave in an hour. Want to meet for coffee?

theindieflash.

Sebastian tapped his hand against the top of the bar, a grin tugging at his lips as he turned to look at Blaine for a moment, “Consider it done,” he nodded, raising a hand to get the bartenders attention and order them both another round of drinks. It usually took him a lot more than a couple of drinks to get him buzzed, so he figured he’d be okay, besides, tonight was all about Blaine and helping him forget about whatever bad day he’d been having. He could totally do that.

He shrugged his shoulders as Blaine’s question, taking a moment to look around the rest of the club, it wasn’t as if there was anyone else in here tonight worth his interest, especially not when Blaine was stood this close to him. So, he turned back to look at Blaine and gave him his usual smile, “Nothing as dramatic as you, Killer, I’m afraid you’re the only one who’s drowning their sorrows tonight, i just wanted to get out of the house. And since this is Lima’s only gar bar, my options were pretty limited,”

Blaine blinked as Sebastian ordered them another round before he was even finished choking down the few last sips of his first drink. Oh well. They were both here to get a drink (or two..or..maybe more..who knows?) and he didn’t necessarily want either one of them to stop. Not yet anyway. Sebastian deserved a drink just for offering to put up with his miserable self. Mental note to himself that he owed buying Sebastian a round next time.

Sebastian’s turning to glance at the body of the club behind him drew Blaine’s attention from the corner of his eye and he shifted to look up at his friend’s profile. For a moment he wondered if Sebastian knew how grateful he was to have him in his life. Knowing himself? He’d end up telling him if he got to the bottom of a few drinks. A drunk him was a lovey him. No hope for escape! He gave Sebastian a lopsided half-smile, brows flinching upwards in time with his shoulders. “Thanks for giving me the chance to,” their drinks were slid across the bar and Blaine blindly reached for his not looking away from the taller of the pair, “Well. I promise not to damper your night too much with my mood. I mean..I’m here to forget right? Which means we are going to have to dance later.” His smile widened. “Maybe?”

coop.

“I’m sorry — are you talking to me right now? Because I can’t tell if you are talking to me if you don’t point your finger.”

“Cooper. I’m looking you right in the eye. Do I really have to point, too? Come on.. I thought we were past this?”

theindieflash.

Sebastian shrugged in response, turning his body to the side so that he could look at Blaine properly, he knew tonight was mostly about cheering Blaine up, but he couldn’t resist checking him out with him stood this close. His lips curled up into his signature smirk, as he raised his glass to his lips, taking a small sip, before finally speaking up. “I figured you could use a drink after the day you’ve had,”

He reached out, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, before leaning back a little on his bar stool. “Now this is better than wallowing at home, right Killer?” he asked with a grin, “So how about we get a few more of those inside of you, and we can hit the dance floor, and you can put today all behind you, hm?”

His glass rose up in time with Sebastian’s so he could return the tip with a small tuck of his chin towards his collar in thanks before taking a small inhale of the drink and downing his first sip. The liquor was stronger than he was used to but there was a sweetness to it that made it more palatable and less embarrassingly cringeworthy if he’d have choked on it. A sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip erased the traces of it from his skin before he smirked down at the contents inside the glass. Both brows shot up in the affirmative and the second sip was more than enough of a ‘you’re right’ than he ever could have said out loud.

Today was a day he’d come here to forget. For a plethora of reasons he’d rather not think about (sort of negated the whole forgetting part–didn’t it?). Blaine smiled at the pat and let his weight rest against Sebastian’s shoulder for just a moment–another thanks, another means of just showing he was glad for the invite–and he was climbing up onto the stool to perch beside his friend. “I’m not sure I’m up for dancing but a few more of these,” the bottom of the glass rocked back and forth in his hand, “and I might be.” They could both hope? “By the way.. What are you doing here tonight?”