Oct. 19, 2014, 7 p.m.
High Spirits: Four, four and a half chapters. Ah...ah...uh?
E - Words: 368 - Last Updated: Oct 19, 2014 Story: Complete - Chapters: 24/? - Created: Sep 30, 2014 - Updated: Sep 30, 2014 289 0 0 0 1
Okay, okay, so a bonus chapterette should be all smut or something, and, instead you got Blaingst, because Im contrary like that.
Thirty minutes later, Blaine was blinking back an epic headache as he poured a beer and wondered if last call would ever come. He heard the musicians on the stage switch to a mid-tempo tune, then a voice he would recognize anywhere came over the microphone:
You keep calling me on the telephone
You say youre all alone
Well thats real sad
Blaines head snapped up. Was Kurt kidding with this?
And you keep leavin notes stuck on my door
Guess youre hungry for some more
Well, thats too bad
‘Cause I aint that lonely yet
No I aint that lonely yet
After what you put me through, oh, I aint that lonely yet.
Blaine swore under his breath, "Son of a bitch."
Mike raised an eyebrow, and Blaine shook his head.
He hadnt asked him out. He hadnt asked him to get back together. He had just asked him to be friends again. He was very clear about that. Jesus.
"Hey, Blaine. You gonna sing something tonight?"
Blaine hadnt seen Sam approach the bar, and he jumped slightly. He opened his mouth to refuse, and then he changed his mind. "Yeah. Will you lend me your guitar?"
Sam nodded, his face breaking into a grin. Every night he asked Blaine to perform, and Blaine agreed maybe a quarter of the time. Sam always saw that as a victory. What Sam was winning, Blaine didnt know.
As soon as he could get away from the bar, Blaine vaulted onto the stage and pulled Sams guitar strap over his shoulder. He started in on some rockabilly guitar licks, not caring whether the other musicians were following him or not.
He searched the thinning crowds until he spotted Kurt. Pinning him with his eyes, he opened his mouth and began the song somewhere in the middle:
She said, "I still love you so."
I said, "I dont care to know."
She said, "You once cried my name."
I said, "Well, baby, things change."
Blaine played and sang hard and angrily about the end of love until he came to the final chord. There was an eerie silence in the bar, and then the crowd broke into polite applause. Blaine bent over to put the guitar back in Sams case, and then he stood up.
Kurt was gone.