I am in misery

[kurtsy]

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to Blaine

[troutmouth]

READY and PUMPED for tonite, man

[warblainer]

Can we raincheck?

Something came up

[troutmouth]

again?

sure, if you wanna

what came up?

[troutmouth]

"So, how many songs do you get to sing at Regionals this time? Cause it kinda goes up and down all the time." Sam would never understand how these competitions worked. "Yanno, it's way easier with football. Just goes the same way each time."

Will laughed at Sam's confusion, shaking his head. "I think you just don't remember when the other choirs perform, Sam. Regionals will have the same number of songs as every year."

Sam looked at Finn for help. How many was that? It changed!

[limawinner]

"I mean, unless we know the other choir, usually we used that time to freak out or handle some relationship stuff." Finn pointed out, not sure if he could officially say anything on the number of songs. He'd never sat through a whole one. "I always get bored and get up so I don't really know."

"Will is right. It's always three." Blaine assured his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder with a smile. "It's two we chose and one with a theme. Like ballad or retro or this time around, I believe it's 80s throwback."

"Oh, cool. Let's do Van Halen!" Finn was tired of showtunes, he wanted some rock.

[troutmouth]

"Who are you gonna do Van Halen with, Mason or Roderick?" Sam snorted, quite amused by the thought. "You don't exactly have a rock'n'roll bunch right now, Finn. Not that the football team has a lot of heavy hitters, there's the downside to being a... music school." Whatever the hell they were. "We could have a whole team of kickers."

With a grin, Sam threw an arm around Blaine. "What are the 80s musicals? You're always the best at knowing those things, man."

"I think it wouldn't be the worst for some of your troupe to go a bit against type for once, Finn," Will recommended as he thought it over. "You know, so they can challenge themselves. But pure rock can be risky, you never know with the judges."

[limawinner]

HEY BRO

I read the article.

I don't know who that Nicole girl is but she has a pretty smile!

[kurtsy]

ah, Finn

never lose what makes you you

thanks for reading it... you are all ridiculous, your mother still cuts them all out and frames them so my dad can hang them in the shop right by all the Glee club reviews

how are you doing?

[limawinner]

They're so cool though.

Doing well, we have regionals coming up!

The theme is 80s throwback so we might do a musical number to buck the trend of my dad rock picks.

I'm supposed to get sheet music for Chess but my source hasn't answered me back.

[elderdallen]

"The kitchen is a mess," Dallen observed as he searched for an empty spot to put the groceries down. Finally he found somewhere on the island and, with a belligerent sigh, he started putting the groceries away. "How was your day?"

He was just glad Blaine was home already, he worried when he drove after it got dark. Blaine wasn't the best driver.

[warblainer]

"Oh, sorry. I was so focused on the bathroom, I didn't get to the kitchen. I'm so tired, I'll do it tomorrow." Blaine promised, he had already handled the bathroom yesterday and that stole his entire evening so today, he just wanted a quiet night. Maybe watch some TV or read or whatever.

"I had a good day. Really busy but good. I had back to back lessons so it's my busiest day but it was nice. I got to sing a little too." Blaine laughed as he came over with a smile and looked at the groceries. "You did the shop? Cool. Did you get me any Oreos?"

[elderdallen]

"It's fine. I know you're not as bothered by this mess as most people would be, for whatever reason." He sounded judgemental but he wasn't sure how he could avoid that. At Blaine's question, he shook his head. "I didn't have the space for your junk food, sorry. I'm trying to focus on healthy calories."

He turned to look at Blaine, shaking his head a little in concern. "You do look tired. I don't know if those long days are good for you."

[limawinner]

Hey!

Do you still want to come visit soon?

Cause we could seriously use your help

[kurtsy]

I was going to come around competition time

why do you need my help?

[limawinner]

Could you come a week early?

We're short on people and I don't understand how to make musical songs all musically.

And Will is busy :(

[kurtsy]

An accidental run-in like this required careful planning, especially to truly appear accidental. Especially when he was dealing with Blaine who would likely bolt all the faster if he found out that it was not accidental and who, perhaps more importantly, knew Kurt better than anyone. He knew Kurt's wily ways.

So he thought about his outfit for a long time, even prior to arriving. A suit would be a bit too much. As would a bowtie, Blaine would see right through that ruse. So he settled on a simple necktie instead, over a button up shirt, and he did wear a blazer over it. Skirting the line, but the necktie was one of his usual Alexander MacQueen ones and he had paired it all with black jeans to make it appear more casual. The shirt was a dark red, the rest mostly black, right down to his Dr Martens boots. A very classically Kurt outfit, with some modern refine - or so Kurt told himself.

He had told Finn to stay in his office about twenty minutes after Blaine was set to arrive. Then he waited in an empty classroom until he heard the unmistakable pattern of Blaine's walk. He waited for a few minutes and then he stepped out, just as Blaine exited the office. "Oh, hello."

He smiled, caught off-guard and almost bashful, looking Blaine up and down and clearly appearing very much smitten.

"Oh my," he continued on, hoping he was blushing on cue. Probably, with skin like his any mere thought caused a blush anyway, "I didn't think I'd get lucky enough to run into you."

[warblainer]

"Oh. Hi."

It was Kurt. Kurt was here. Kurt was standing right there for some damn reason, in McKinley, and his stomach nearly dropped to the floor. It was like a trap. It was like something Dallen had put together as a loyalty test. Well, he was loyal and not at all looking at Kurt's ridiculously beautiful neck. God, those fucking neck ties.

Blaine recovered from his absolute shock as fast as he could, looking around as if to try and work out what was going on. "Yeah, I was just -- how come you're here?"

Why was Kurt here? Blaine held his box of stuff close to his chest, not sure what to do now.

[warblainer]

Nightbird alert

ASSIST

[troutmouth]

BLOND CHAMELEON HEEDS YOUR CALL

whaddup, my man?

[warblainer]

It had been a stressful few days and Blaine had been losing his mind. He was a bad person, a horny person and desperately, awkwardly and endlessly daydreaming about Kurt. While in bed, right next to Dallen. He could barely face his boyfriend right now, he couldn't lie to him. Hence why he had been faking a stomach bug.

This morning, he said goodbye from the toilet as he hid in there, pretending to be worse off than he was until he heard the door shut. Then he waited 20 minutes, double-checked the car was gone and started to haul ass.

He would be late if he didn't get a move on and he had been stalling for so long, he didn't want Kurt to think he was standing him up.

Hauling ass across Lima, he hoped he didn't break any traffic laws as he parked his car and jogged to the Lima Bean. His stomach was fluttering, he felt sick and he realised, belatedly, that he hadn't put on deodorant and his sweater was inside out. Which is why he was walking through the Lima bean, hastily trying to take his sweater off and moving blind towards the seating area. Once it was over his head, he turned it the right way around and looked up to see Kurt. He smiled, awkwardly, his hair all out of place now and slightly red in the face.

"Heeeey!"

[kurtsy]

Kurt had decided that this was close enough to being a date - Blaine had kissed back after all - to justify dressing up a little more. So he was wearing a suit this time, blue to keep it somewhat casual, with a light blue shirt and a bowtie that was also blue, Alexander McQueen, with his often featured skull aesthetic.

He had noticed Blaine the moment he'd gotten out of his car and then he'd simply watched, a little apprehensive and mostly very confused about what he seemed to be doing. He picked up their orders that he already had ready to sit down where Blaine was headed and then he was right there, setting the drinks down on the table, while Blaine looked at him with a red head, sweaty and dishevelled. How did he make that look so good.

"You're so sexy, it's not even fair."

[kurtsy]

Hello,

Is this still the number of Jonathan Crane?

- Kurt Hummel

[jonboy]

It is.

I am fully booked for the month, fair warning.

Give me full patient details via email and we can discuss options. Thank you.

[warblainer]

"God, I'm so tired." Blaine admitted as he lay on the very florally bed. He put the ice back on the side of his face and closed his eyes, just trying to take a moment to just destress and unclench everything. His jaw was so tight, his ears were ringing. He felt Kurt sit on the bed with him or maybe he was lying down, he wasn't sure but it felt nice. To have someone close that felt safe and comfortable.

"It's been a long... I was going to say day but maybe a month. Or two." Or more, honestly. The red flags with Dallen started earlier than he wanted to admit.

[kurtsy]

"You look tired," Kurt agreed, although he mostly thought that Blaine looked a lot worse than tired. He looked hurt. He lied down next to him, gently, so as not to rock the mattress more than necessary. His hands in Blaine's hair, he petted him, careful not to accidently hurt him. "You could sleep for a bit. I'd wake you up with food. Did you bring pyjamas?"

Maybe he should help Blaine change into more comfortable clothes. "I meant it. I'm not leaving your side. I'd guard your sleep. And I brought weaponry, so you know you're safe."