staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer ; pg-13
Blaine pulls away.
Dave watches as he stumbles, steps haphazard, still clutching the half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. His tie is askew, blazer stained, and a wild grin on his face.
Dave snorts, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts, desperately wishing he had the foresight to bring his windbreaker.
Then again, he didn't expect to be in a parking lot of a Wendy's at 3 am watching Blaine try and remember how legs worked.
(And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine)
Blaine turns around and yells at Dave to hurry up, and Dave surges forward, only because Blaine is about to trip over the steps into Wendy's. He grabs his arm, keeping him steady.
(And I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind)
"Th'ks, Daaaaaaave."
"Don't mention it," Dave mumbles back. He wants to curse the hell out of Kurt now, because Blaine is heavy as shit, sings Backstreet Boys while intoxicated and can hardly hold his liquor, but he owes Kurt essentially any kind of favor ever, so he really can't complain.
(In the morning I'll be with you, but it'll be a different "kind")
Then Blaine goes and vomits in Dave's truck, and Dave texts a " >(((((((( " to Fancy. He's entitled to at least passive-aggressive emoticons.
Dave watches as he stumbles, steps haphazard, still clutching the half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. His tie is askew, blazer stained, and a wild grin on his face.
Dave snorts, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts, desperately wishing he had the foresight to bring his windbreaker.
Then again, he didn't expect to be in a parking lot of a Wendy's at 3 am watching Blaine try and remember how legs worked.
(And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine)
Blaine turns around and yells at Dave to hurry up, and Dave surges forward, only because Blaine is about to trip over the steps into Wendy's. He grabs his arm, keeping him steady.
(And I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind)
"Th'ks, Daaaaaaave."
"Don't mention it," Dave mumbles back. He wants to curse the hell out of Kurt now, because Blaine is heavy as shit, sings Backstreet Boys while intoxicated and can hardly hold his liquor, but he owes Kurt essentially any kind of favor ever, so he really can't complain.
(In the morning I'll be with you, but it'll be a different "kind")
Then Blaine goes and vomits in Dave's truck, and Dave texts a " >(((((((( " to Fancy. He's entitled to at least passive-aggressive emoticons.