[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Tigger <3

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Finally

[badass-on-an-island]

Don’t be silly. San, tell him.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Yeah, I don't think she does.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Finally

[badass-on-an-island]

Then we’d rock steady. Come on. We need a good influence. Last time we went out, she started a fight and I broke my hand.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

I'm sure Santana doesn't want a total buzzkill around, either.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Finally

[badass-on-an-island]

Come rock out with me and Lo

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Not exactly in the mood to rock hard. I'll be no fun. You guys have fun.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Finally

It's the weekend. I think I'm gonna sleep through it.

[talkingwithsantanalopez]

Private

[talkingwithsantanalopez]

So what is it then? Don’t think of it as complaining. If I have to beat it out of you I will.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Fine. No beating. It's Blaine. I miss him, I guess. I mean I've missed him since I started to remember, but I guess it's just sunk in that Seb will never take him back and it's my fault. I ruined everything.

[talkingwithsantanalopez]

Private

[talkingwithsantanalopez]

Something seems off with you, Sammy. Talk to Auntie Tana and tell me what’s going on…

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

It's complicated. I really do have no right to complain though. I have a wonderful fiance, I got into the college I wanted, I can afford to go now. Everything's perfect.

[talkingwithsantanalopez]

What's up shit heads?

[talkingwithsantanalopez]

Haha no I wasn’t being literal, Sammy. I’m doing alright. I’ve missed you around here. I feel like I haven’t seen you. How are things?

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Yeah, I've been... I dunno. Busy or something. Things are... well, I have no right to complain.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Text || Blam

Blaine: It's alright, Sam, I get it, you don't have to explain yourself to me. And nothing is your fault, okay? They're all just misunderstandings and bad timing; if anything, it was my fault for leaving without notice in the first place. So don't even stress yourself out about this. It's. Not. Your. Fault. Okay?

Blaine: Oh my god, Sammy. GILF? Really?

Sam: It is though and I feel horrible. You're alone, Seb's not happy with just me, I'm not happy if you guys aren't happy and it's a mess.

Sam: GILF is totally a thing.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Text || Blam

Blaine: Do you think he'll ever change his mind?

Blaine: So you think they make me look cute because I look like an old person in them?

Sam: I don't know... I feel like this is all my fault. If I'd have just kept my huge fucking mouth shut when he got you to move your stuff back in, we'd all still be together. He wanted you back, but I told him I didn't because I could barely remember you and I made him choose between us. That was when he started telling himself we could never all be together. It's my fault. The worst part is, I didn't even mean what I told him. I wanted it to work out between the three of us, but I was so angry that I'd /just/ got you to come get your things and he immediately undid that. I didn't remember being in love with you and I felt like I was going to be forced to get back with you whether I wanted that or not. I was scared that he was so desperate to hold onto you... How fucked up is that? I helped him convince himself that we'd be better off without you and he let me because he thought I'd never take you back. Now I remember everything and I know we're not better off without you, but I already screwed it up.

Sam: Pretty much? But totally a sexy old person. Like a GILF.

[talkingwithsantanalopez]

What's up shit heads?

[talkingwithsantanalopez]

Little Sammy Evans, where have you been all my life?

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Well you're almost a year older than me, so at first I didn't exist. Then I was just outside of Nashville, and then...

You weren't being literal, were you? How you doing, Tana Banana?

[talkingwithsantanalopez]

What's up shit heads?

Miss me?

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

You're delightful, you know that?

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Text || Blam

Blaine: You're not the only one, Sammy. But Bas made the decision, and he's too stubborn to be changing it anytime soon... fuck. I hate this.

Blaine: Am not! Really? Good, I make a point to look cute in my bowties. Glad someone appreciates it, I'm getting tired of the whole 'grandpa' teasing.

Sam: I know. It sucks. He knows how I feel, but I can't make him change his mind. The only thing I can do is beg him to give you another chance, which he'd do... but it's not fair of me to ask. It's not really fair that I can't be with you either, but it is what it is.

Sam: But they do make you look like a grandpa. That's what's so cute!

[itsprettylittlekittyme-blog]

[itsprettylittlekittyme-blog]

i uhm… Im not talking to him

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Oh god. What did he do now?

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

I wrote a song, to sing in glee club today.

[itsprettylittlekittyme-blog]

Because people will understand it.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

What if I don't want people to understand it?

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

I wrote a song, to sing in glee club today.

[itsprettylittlekittyme-blog]

Ahh okay. Next time say it in a language we all understand and not whatever language that was.

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Where's the fun in that?

[ask-the-sammy-evans]

Text || Blam

Blaine: It's kind of dumb considering that we see each other everyday. But I don't know. It's just not the same, and it's never going to be the same again, is it?

Blaine: That is /not/ a word, and I'm not addicted! I'm just fond of them. Okay, then, I'll definitely get them back and start wearing them. I know just the right outfit to go with it.

Sam: I don't think it is... I just really fucking miss you.

Sam: It's totally a word, and you are. Good. You look cute in them.