Have you ever just met someone and had the urge to hold them and protect them from all the bad stuff in the world? Because I think I just had a moment like that with a golden retriever in an ASPCA commercial.
Well, Kurt’s all about the acting and singing thing, so talk to him about that if you’re considering it. Aleric is smart, too — he could probably shed some light on teaching. Though either way, the pay is pretty shitty. I think doctor might be your best bet if you wanna be able to afford a house, or whatever.
That’s very true. I like the idea of helping people and I guess I can still make art on the side. I don’t know. You’ve given me something to think about, Mr. Hummel. If you’d ever like me to return the favor, you know where to find me.
What the fuck the only thing that I mentioned was how you had courage and it was your thing. About how you’re supposed to be brave and all that shit. What did any of that have to do with what happened to you in the past? Let alone me using it as a god damn joke? And really? Because you sure as hell turned it into something about that.
You know what? You’re right. I’m sorry for being too sensitive. Go take your ride on your bike and have a fantastic night. I’m going to bed.
Yeah. I mean, I guess all my brothers have a thing, but I’m just kinda good at watching Netflix and eating fried chicken. Unless there’s a job for that, then I’m shit out of luck.
I just — I have too many things. I want to sing and act and teach and I also wouldn’t mind becoming some kind of doctor. How does anyone just pick something for the rest of their lives? It’s like getting married, but worse because you don’t know what the job is really like before you start it.
Wow that’s really fucking pathetic how you’re going to throw out the victim card on me just because you were bullied. You know what Blaine? Fuck you. Just because my damn story is different doesn’t mean that I haven’t had similar chapters to build up who I am today. But hey. What the fuck do I know? I’m just the person who wasn’t bullied. I have no idea what it’s like to have something go against me. I don’t know anything about this shit because I’ve been through something different in comparison to you. Know one when you see one? What the fuck does that even mean? Yeah sorry I couldn’t live up to any of your expectations. Fuck all of you.
Dante, I never said any of that.
I have no clue what happens at your parties, when you’re away from the house, and I won’t pretend that I do. What I asked was that you not use a personal experience that I had as an insult. I’m not saying that you don’t have painful experiences. I’m just saying I’d really appreciate it if you stopped using mine as a joke.
Well. That is.. a lot. Have you thought about talking to him about it? I mean, it’s not right to be scared of your own brother. I’d like to think that, as intimidating as I can be, the people I care about still know who I am.
What — you mean, what do I wanna be when I grow up? Fuck it if I know.
I’d really rather not. Talking to Dante usually never gets me very far.
Finally! I was beginning to think everyone in this entire house knew what they wanted to be and I was the only one who had no idea. It was disheartening.
You really think that bullshit is true? You fucking think that you’re the only one who’s ever had to struggle with such? Wow, Blaine. Didn’t know you were the conceited one of the damn bunch. What the fuck?
What’s got your panties up in a bunch all of a sudden? Wow, screw you right now, seriously I don’t have time for this.
How could you even pretend that’s what I meant? You brought up something that hurt me and I responded by telling you to knock it off. I know that defending myself isn’t something I’m familiar with, but I’m pretty sure I know one when I see one. You weren’t bullied, Dante, and I don’t expect you to understand what that felt like for me, but if you could refrain from throwing it back in my face, I’d really appreciate it. But then again, you don’t have time for this, so I really don’t know what I’m expecting.
I don’t see why he wouldn’t. You’re his brother. He’s not an inherently bad person, he’s just a little more layered then everyone else. He cares. Trust me.
That you did. It’s a very strange thing to wrap my head around, really. I’ll keep the idea in my back pocket, but I think, for now, I’ll be keeping it legal.
Dante is rough on the outside, I get that. I do. And I’m sure he has a soft heart under there, but quite frankly, I don’t feel like I can look. He looks like the boys that left me in the janitor’s closet during gym class. His breath smells like theirs did when they took me outside at my first dance. The way he talks to me reminds me of the way they did and it scares me. And I won’t apologize for that. I can’t. He scares me and I can’t help it and that kills me inside. And you didn’t ask for any of this. I’m sorry for that.
What do you actually want to be? Honestly? I still think mobster should be your first choice but what do you really want to do?
I find the roar of the engine to be pretty damn relaxing if you ask me. And the air feels pretty damn epic. Wow you’re being a little chicken shit there aren’t you? Damn. I thought courage was your thing — or whatever.
Like I haven’t been worrying that woman since we were kids? It’s my damn job. Someone has to bring excitement into this boring as fuck family and it might as well be me. Good. Let her worry. Builds character and all that bull shit.
Courage is my thing and it’s a thing you’ve never had to know about so I would appreciate it if you left courage alone.
Listen, I don’t care. And I’m not going to tell her. Just don’t run yourself into a ditch and expect me to make the call home because I won’t do it. If you make a mess, you’re cleaning it up this time.
I’ve been into these things for years you should know that Blaine. They’re not as scary as you’re assuming them to be.
And here I am not giving a fuck if her or dad end up getting mad that I have this thing. I’m fucking eighteen. I’m old enough to purchase it on my own which means I can get it because I’m not a damn baby and can make my own choices now. They can get the fuck over it. I don’t care.
They’re loud, Dante. They’re loud and there’s nothing covering you up and I don’t like the idea of burning myself on the exhaust, which I know can happen because a girl in my math class junior year went to the hospital after riding on her boyfriend’s crotchrocket.
All I was saying is that Mom doesn’t like the idea of you riding it either. And that all she wants is for you to be healthy and as happy as you can be. I don’t care if you ride that thing until the tires wear right off. What you do is your business. Mom just worries about you.
The fact that this is a legitimate conversation worries me more than my own laziness to commit a crime. I don’t think I have the temperament for prison, anyways. I’m too loud and abrasive to keep my head down and “play nice”.
All you’re telling me is that you’d have a bitch rather than be one. I saw Shawshank. I know how prison works.
You do realize you’re pushing me towards a life of crime, yes? Willingly so? If I ever get arrested, I’m blaming it on you for being a shameless enabler.
That’s me: enabler. I doubt the police will be hauling me off to prison though. I would bake you a cake with a file, but I’m an awful baker, so I guess you’ll just have to play nice with the other inmates and write letters to the lot of us still on the outside when they finally book you.
Hey, now, now. I wouldn’t actually kill someone. C’mon now. Give a boy some credit, here. And, actually, you’re not the first person to say that to me. I think I’d be a pretty convincing con artist, should I ever need to make a quick getaway an remain undercover.
Too much credit, too little credit. You can’t make up your mind, can you?
I’d seriously consider a mafia-affiliated future, if I were you. You have the people skills for it.
[ Knowing that Blaine was bound to catch on had Kurt’s cheeks flushing, wondering why he had honestly just done something completely dorky, though choosing to keep rolling with it, because why not? ] “It doesn’t have to be a snowman!” [ He comments back as soon as the door opens, gazing up and down to take in what Blaine had been wearing, humming his approval more to himself just as he pulled the case out for the other to see. ] “Oh, you mean this little thing?”
[Kurt was blushing and it was cute. All the Hummels’ had that natural ‘cute’ quality to them, Blaine thought, except for maybe Stefan. But Stefan was a matter all his own and Blaine didn’t like to think of him all that often. The boy smiled at Kurt’s quip, stepping away from the door and motioning Kurt into the room.] ”You, Kurt Hummel, are a god among men.” [Blaine moved to sit on his bed once more, feet dangling a few inches off the ground after he jumped onto the mattress.] “But you’re going to have to put it in because this T.V. drives me crazy. I can’t figure it out for the life of me.”
Nah. Murder’s not my thing. I’m too lazy for shit like that, anyways. Plus, I’m not too keen on actively breaking the law. Taking a shot of vodka is one thing, killing someone in cold blood is another. No worries, Blanderson.
Well, it’s reassuring to hear that your laziness is the only thing holding you back from murder. I’ll be sure to let the cops know should they ever come knocking. That said, I could see you in a life of crime. A mob boss for something. You kinda remind me of those guys on the Sopranos.
You’re giving me too much credit, Bowties. Which is unsurprising, seeing as you like to think everyone pukes rainbows and glitter. Then again, I’m not the one digging through philosophical articles for fun. So I guess I just don’t know what I’m talking about.
Rainbows and glitter? That’s a little … excessive, don’t you think? I’m not nearly that bad. I mean, I’ve known you since before I can remember — I think I have a good enough understanding of you that I’m not worried you’ll murder me in my sleep.
[ Excitement, that was the word used to describe how the Hummel male would feel. He always enjoyed getting the chance to watch some of his favorite musicals, despite what a few others would try to claim, any chance he had; he gladly took. Kurt glanced to his phone so he could respond to Blaine’s messages, case in hand of the musical they planned on watching together. Deciding that he would stick to his comfortable pants with his t-shirt and matching hoodie over top, he stopped the moment he reached Blaine’s door. Shaking off the jokes and puns used in their conversation, he knocked first to let the other know he had finally arrived, he would have walked in, but he didn’t want to be seen as rude, so he waited for Blaine to answer. ] “Do you want to build a snowman, Blaine?” [ He teases from his spot, snickering, waiting for an answer just as the phone was returned to his pocket. ]
[Blaine smiled, his eyes still closed. Kurt was singing Frozen at his door and if that didn’t warrant a grin, then Barbra Streisand was an unfounded star. Jumping and moving to the door, Blaine leaned close to the wood.] “Does it have to be a snowman?” [Blaine opened the door, swinging it wide and resting his hip on the handle. For a moment, Blaine admired the way Kurt managed to wear a t-shirt and hoodie while not looking homeless, as he definitely would have. Shaking himself mentally, Blaine grinned.] “Do you have it?”
I think I’m a late bloomer, then, because my morals still haven’t arrived. Or maybe I’m just meant to have none. While you, on the other hand, have them all. How coincidental.
Actually, the highest level of morality is reserved for, like, Ghandi. That’s stage six. Most people usually get to at least stage three, if not four. You would be … well, you’re definitely at stage two, which is “satisfaction of one’s own needs defines what is good.” I’d say you’re a solid three, though, just from the surface, “what pleases others is good.”
[The room was silent, save for the consistent thunk of the fan’s blades as they whipped around above Blaine’s bed. The boy in question had splayed himself across his comforter long before and had since neglected to move much beyond the gentle press of his fingertips to his phone’s keyboard, tapping out messages to Kurt. With a sigh, he brought himself up on his elbows, looking around the room. On the whole, it was rather clean, but Blaine stood regardless and shoved shoes into closets, straightened curtains, pushed the power button on his television, standing back to watch the machine start up. Settling back on his bed, Blaine resumed his position, legs spread eagle with his arms stretched over his head, and closed his eyes to wait for Kurt.]
I’m not completely sure how I stumbled on this corner of the internet, but psychological studies? Not as boring as they sound. Like, there was this one that dealt with the stages of morality that we develop and it’s actually kind of cool.
Well, once you get your heart set on the one thing you truly want, the only thing that can limit you is yourself. Not that I’m trying to sound like a cheesy Hallmark card, or something. It’s just the truth.
But how to you pick one? How do you know that what ever you pick’ll be your be all and end all of professions? I don’t want to go into something only to find out thirty years down the road that I’m a miserable, grumpy, fat old man who’s chasing kids off his lawn daily.
Then you know what you must do in order to obtain such. Oh, I’m well aware, now let’s see if you do maintain such or end up cracking.
Yes, there are times I never know, so I like to be certain but good, I would never want to offend you. I’m about to be on my way to your room soon, literally, I’m standing outside your door and am about to knock.
Are you kidding me? Have you met my brothers? Get your wallet out, Hummel, because I have a feeling you’ve underestimated me. What do you say we throw in one of those cute, cut out cookies and raise the stakes? If I crack, coffee’s on me.
I think I remember it sort of anyways. Okay no I don’t I’m sorry can we watch again sometimes.
You don’t have to pretend you’re interested for my sake, Roe. Really, it’s okay. Besides, I don’t think I have a copy laying around here. Besides, do you think you could really sit still long enough for us to watch a whole movie?
One of them may include a complimentary cup of coffee on yours truly if you end up behaving yourself.
Oh, right, I knew that, let’s just forget that happened shall we? I’m actually heading to your room now, so let’s hope those running shoes of yours run away to a closet or something. Teasing, by the way.
I think that’s the most encouraging thing anyone’s ever said to me. I’ll definitely be on my best behavior and my best behavior is pretty amazing.
Kurt, relax. You’re not going to offend me. It’s Blaine, remember? You’ve known me since before I had teeth. You’ve seen every one of my yearbook pictures. You have no reason to be nervous.
The one with the girl who kills her friends because her boyfriend is psychotic? I’m pretty sure you sat with me to watch the movie once. Winona Ryder is the main character and her boyfriend’s Christian Slater?
The fact that this is what depresses you makes me worried for your future. Like, I’m pretty sure there’s other things to be worried about. And aren’t those tickets like, $200 a pop? I know we’re on the well to do side, but still. That’s pretty steep.
Hence my Broadway virginity. My mom was going to take me to see Wicked before our birthday, but then this place happened.
There are a million other things to worry about, but Broadway is easier. I mean, I think you’d explode if you thought about police brutality and second class citizens all the time. Love and music aren’t nearly as pressing.
Gross. I’m not a hipster. I just tell it like it is. Simple as that.
Besides, what’s got you worrying about Broadway shows, anyways? We’re not even near that kind of area. The closest you’re gonna get is YouTube.
If you insist.
That’s what’s got me worrying about Broadway shows. There are a number of shows leaving Broadway this month and I have never seen a good portion of them. I’ll never get the chance to see those actors, in those roles, and that stage ever again. It’s downright depressing.
It took a bit of prying but I managed to dig something up — thankfully, without the risk of obtaining a possible virus in the process. But yes, I do possess my very own bootleg of the musical in question.
You’re actually going to make me ask.
Will you, Kurt Hummel, old, old friend, please allow me to leech an amazing performance from you? Will you also sit next to me so when they murder the first Heather, I won’t be the only one in the room? Because I don’t know how scary it’ll be and I’m a wimp who doesn’t want to risk nightmares any more than I have to.
I feel like it’s only just started to grace the stage it’s meant to perform on. Talk about disaster. I suppose I’ll have to stick with my bootleg copy of one of their performances while I sulk over such news.
You — You have a bootleg version? You have any version? I went looking once I heard the news but there aren’t any legal copies out on the internet and, frankly, the pirate bay scares me.
Stuck between a hyperactive infant and this dude who was drooling on my shoulder for 95% of the flight just didn’t cut it for me. Plus I’m so not looking forward to this jet-lag — you all might not see me for a day or two, a week tops.
I’m pretty sure flights just aren’t meant to be pleasant. If they were, hell just might freeze over.