♪ BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON; 17 • JUNIOR • CLOSETED OUTCAST Hello virtual world! My name is Blaine, and I'd really prefer it if you called me that, instead of whatever uncreative nickname you came up with. I'm 17 years old and a Junior at McKinley Heigh. After school hours you'll most likely find me in Glee Club, Debate, Drama club or Student Government As you can see, I really love clubs. Other things I love include, but are not limited to, music, bow ties, coffee, Broadway and giving impromptu performances.
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NOTES/WARNINGS: Blaine & Sebastian walk (read: stumble) into each other at the Underground. Aka: lots of drinking. Is probably going to get nsfw eventually.
BLAINE:
To say that Blaine felt out of place at The Underground would be an understatement, yet tonight, he was trying to make the best of it. He wasn’t entirely sure what had even made him come here in the first place, his brain feeling foggy from the alcohol, but he definitely wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. The stool he was sitting on was comfy, his drink tasted like rainbows and the tattoo on the bartender’s upper arm seemed to move everytime he handed someone their drink, resulting in a series of giggles from Blaine. It wasn’t exactly his usual idea of a fun night, but it was entertaining enough.
When Blaine leaned forward to try and get the bartender’s attention, he suddenly noticed a very familiar face standing at the bar. Without hesitation, he jumped off his stool, and stumbled over towards the person. “Sebastian Smythe,” he exclaimed, looking at the boy as if he’d never seen him before. Then, he leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Did you know that you’re really tall? I mean really tall.”
Doing it bluntly is the way to go. Twelve-year-olds rarely take hints, and they keep on insisting until they get what they want.
Really? That feels so... cruel. I can’t say it surprises me, though. She's new in our street, and stands on our doorstep at least once a day. A few days ago, she came asking for sugar, even though there's like six houses between us...
PM: Can’t entirely disagree with that. Caught some parts of your performances at prom when I wasn’t making out with someone. That’s not a classic, no matter how many times you say it. Shit like Breakfast Club and Casablanca are classics.
PM: Sounds like someone had a good time at prom. Oh, so you have seen it? Alright, I agree, so let me correct myself: it’s a classic in its own genre.
Isn’t it kind of a given that Mainstreamer can crash whatever they want without repercussions?
And you’re saying we can’t? Besides, I wouldn’t be so sure there won’t be any repercussions. Isn’t it much more fun if people would just actually invite each other?
Tell that your friends, Blaine. It was their idea of a prank. I don’t even want to know.
Not all outcasts are my friends. I like to think my friends wouldn’t be cruel enough to use an actual baby, or to pull a prank like this at all. Anyway -- I hope you found the baby’s mom, because she’s probably out of her mind with worry.
PM: Like what? Not a bad point but it could have been a slip up
That’s smart of you
PM: Well, I have plenty of confidence when it comes to performing, or my brain. That’s true, but I’m not ashamed of admitting I have watched a classic.