Blaine had been laying around all afternoon due to his overwhelming day at the zoo. Even when he took out Trini, his body screamed to go back to bed. His back groaned, arms sore, legs heavy. He had boulders tied all over him and they wouldn’t come off. Still, despite how he felt physically, he knew he needed to leave his proverbial prison; he needed to do something that didn’t include mentally swimming and staring blankly at the blank screen of his computer.
It took a while: a few texts from Jaxon and Ollie, who both had yet to hit the nail on the coffin when it came to Blaine’s extreme mood shift. It took a while for him to dig through his newer contacts and message Gabe.
He needed to feel something.
He didn’t even change out of his clothes from earlier that day, he was still in his plain, almost over-sized button-up that hung awkwardly under his collarbone. The old Blaine would have at least tried to fix the shirt so it at least appeared better fitted over his torso. But no, that involved far too much effort. The most he did was run his hands through his hair as he walked to the bar.
Once he made it, he heard the muffled sound of his name, making his head pop up and his attention shifted to the familiar face. Blaine offered a quiet raise of his hand and shuffled over towards the man he had invited. “Well, it would be rude if I didn’t.” he replied. His eyes searched Gabe’s for just a moment before turning his attention to the bar. “I need a drink.”
Gabe cocks his head, nodding. “You’re not wrong there. I probably would have forgiven you though... Mostly because you’re basically a stranger and I know fuck all about you. So, y’know, my heart would have only shattered for a brief second.” He tells him with a slight smirk, leaning over the bar, and sending a friendly wink to the bar tender to get his attention. “I’ll grab another beer, and... What’s your poison, gorgeous?” He turns to ask Blaine, the dude looked like he probably needed something stronger than a beer. God knows he’s been there, the week of Valentines day was a bender week for him -- for some people it’s fun and games, but for a florist who looks at love like it’s the unreachable pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, it was a nightmare.
Once the drinks were ordered, he turns his body to face the male, his elbow resting on the bar top. “Big day?”
