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Who: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel
What: I will try to fix you
Where: Home at the beach house
When: A couple of weeks after they move in together

Kurt had slipped last night, and he had slipped bad. Blaine wasn't even sure what triggered it, and the night before hadn't been the time to try to figure it out either. Kurt had been in an absolute mess. Mercedes and Blaine had gotten together to make everyone a roast for dinner, but Kurt was off in his mood in general right from the get-go. He wasn't bitchy, he was just a little short and withdrawn but when asked if anything was wrong, he had denied it. Blaine knew Kurt may have bad days in his recovery, so he had put it down to just that. Turned out that Kurt wasn't doing well, and in the wake of the large meal, it was a slippery spiral downwards. Everyone was chatting happily at the table that Kurt excusing himself was just fleetingly acknowledged. They had all been lulled into a false sense of security that Kurt was well on the mend, and it came as a rude shock complete with epic guilt that his slip passed them by initially. No one had seen the signs, not even Blaine... and Blaine knew it was his job to see them.

By the time he realised Kurt hadn't returned to the table, it was too late. He got to the bathroom but it was locked an he had to unlock it with a knife to even get in. Kurt had tried to make himself sick so desperately and forcefully that it was everywhere and he had scraped the back of his throat with his fingers making it bleed. He also managed to get about two-thirds a bottle of laxatives into him, which spent the rest of the night kicked into full gear. It was awful, and everyone was shocked they had missed it.

It had been around 3am that Kurt finally got a little relief and fell asleep sitting on the toilet because he was scared to leave it. Blaine cleaned him up and carried him to bed, tucking him in, and then proceeded to sit outside the bedroom door on the floor and bawl his eyes out because he felt like he let Kurt down. It was nearing lunchtime the following day now, and Blaine went in to their room to check on Kurt, finding him awake and wrapped up in a cocoon of covers. Blaine went over to lie down beside him, on his side so they were facing each other and softly started to stroke his fingers through Kurt's hair. "Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to if you don't want to. I can make us a pot of tea and we can chat..."

rockstarwarbler

Who: Blaine Anderson and Quinn Fabray
What: Something to talk about
Where: The new shared beach house
When: A couple of days after Quinn comes clean to Kurt and 'Cedes

It had been a rough couple of days for Blaine. Just when he had thought he was have a good dry spell on his migraines, he was hit with an epic one that took him down for a good 48 hours right in the middle of their moving process. His own unpacking had to come to a grinding halt but when he had woken up after it feeling a little better, he discovered that Kurt had lovingly unpacked all his clothes and hung them up neatly and orderly in their closet they were now sharing, both with a side each. They had managed to fall into a rhythm that worked so far, and Kurt was coping pretty well just so long as he knew he had his own space and could keep things in a way he was comfortable with. Blaine just fit in around him and he had no qualms about that whatsoever. He was just over the moon to be living with Kurt, but also still being able to live with Puck. He had some progression in their relationship and it could be sooner rather than later now that they took that even bigger step together. Kurt had certainly been hinting at it.

He was ravenous now, though. He had a good sleep-in that morning, making sure he was feeling 100% again. He woke up to a note from Kurt saying he had gone into town for a manicure with Mercedes, and he would be back later. Blaine showered and went downstairs, and now he was sitting down at the breakfast bar in their amazing modern and airy kitchen to a huge bowl of Foot Loops and a strawberry muffin. He was checking his Facebook on his iPhone when Quinn came into the room, but he had a giant mouthful of cereal and gave her a wave as a greeting with his spoon, managing a bit of a smile even with his mouth busy.

justbeingaqueen

Who: Kurt Hummel, Mercedes Jones and Quinn Fabray
What: Bitches calling bitches out
Where: Their new shared home
When: About two after Quinn's surprise

The past week had been absolutely crazy for everyone. They had finally found a beach house to move into, perfect size for the five of them to share and still have their personal space. Mercedes, Puck, and Quinn had their own rooms, whilst Blaine and Kurt had nabbed the master bedroom with the en-suite. It was one of the clauses Kurt insisted on with the shared house, just like he had when he had originally moved in with the girls years ago. They had been there officially for four nights now, but things were still in disarray as they got settled. Kurt had ensured he was completely unpacked, even skipping sleep (though Blaine didn't let him skip meals) to get it done because he hadn't been able to settle without things out of place. It was just his condition coming through and they all understood and just left him to it. But not everyone had been as anal as he was and they all still had boxes piled up around the place.

Well, other than Quinn, who had finished hers the evening before. But now, she had just had a complete bitchy meltdown to Kurt and Mercedes because she had kicked her toe on one of Blaine's boxes that were piled in front of Puck's boxes in the hall. And because it was Blaine, for some reason, Quinn had irrationally snapped at Kurt by default. Blaine, who was passed out in their bedroom upstairs with a bad migraine he had woken up in the middle of the night with. Of course, Kurt was never one to just take a bitch-out lying down, and as soon as she had finished her little rant that had even Mercedes stopping mid-sweeping of the floor to plant her hands defensively on her hips, Kurt afforded her an epic bitch glare of his own.

"Did you seriously just call my boyfriend a messy pain in the ass, you bitch?!" he demanded, giving her an angry point. "He's not exactly in any condition to be unpacking any boxes, and Puck has been working nightshift all week! You're going to just have to put up with it until they want to get to it! I don't know what the hell has gotten into you lately, but you better get that stick out of your ass ASAP or we'll all be on the phone to our landlord quicker than you can say 'messy hobbit' to get your name off the lease! You have been insufferable for days now and I'd rather tape you inside one of these boxes right now than deal with it!" There was even a sassy gay head wobble to punctuate. It was serious business, and his boyfriend hackles were right up.

dapperdevious

Who: Hunter Clarington, Sebastian Smyth and later, Santana Lopez
What: That not-so-awkward moment where you always get what you want
Where: Santana, Sebastian and Jeremy's apartment
When: About a week after Hunter met Sebastian

If there was one certain fact of this world, it was that Sebastian Smyth always got what he wanted. And ever since he had since Sergeant McRipped'n'Hung sitting at their kitchen table that day, he very, very much wanted it. He never cared much what it took to get what he wanted, either. He had casually waited for Santana to go into the shower one night when they had been home together and then swiped Hunter's cell phone number from her phone. He wasted no time sending him a suggestive string of texts either, but got no immediate reply. In fact, he didn't get any sort of reply for two whole days and just when he was about to get pissed and give up, because chasing dick wasn't a thing he needed to deal with, the replies started to come. There was nothing innocent about them, either. It led to sexting, and it led to Sebastian inviting Hunter over to their place one afternoon for 'coffee'. He had tried to suggest a nightclub, his favourite, but he got immediately stonewalled on that. He didn't know why, or what this guys game was, but he wasn't about to just drop the subject that easier. If he preferred 'coffee', Sebastian could offer him 'coffee'.

When Hunter arrived, though, Sebastian finally realised why the stonewalling had come. Hunter was standing there on their doorstep with a walking stick, and when he was invited into the apartment, he moved slow and with a distinct limp. He was completely reliant on that walking stick, and Sebastian had narrowed his eyes a little. Santana never told him that particular fact, and that was awkward. Sebastian had never hit on anyone disabled before. It wasn't his style. But now he was in this, and Hunter was here. Sebastian was standing in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, and Hunter was sitting casually in one of the chairs at the table, arm loosely draped over the back of it.

The kettle was still boiling, so Sebastian just threw all caution to the wind and sauntered around the breakfast bar to come stand in front of Hunter, hips resting back against the counter. "Alright, I've got to ask. Can you even get it up? Because Santana told me you're a Sergeant, so you're a smart and savvy piece of ass. We both know you're not here for just coffee, and unless you like to roleplay and the stick is some sort of prop, what's your game?"

blowmywhistle

Who: Hunter Clarington, Santana Lopez and (eventually) Sebastian Smyth
What: That awkward moment when... dick
Where: Lopez-Smyth apartment
When: About a week after Santana and Tina's hook up

Hunter had been in Miami for four weeks now, and he still couldn't decide whether he liked it or not. It was a seachange, and yes, there was a sea there with a beach, and heat, and seagulls that shat on things. He had an apartment within walking distance of the beach, but that was something he couldn't utilise yet. He still had more work to do before leisurely walks on the beach could be on his agenda. He had just reached the six month anniversary of his physical treatment following the bad turn of events he had faced in Afghanistan. His first month as a qualified Sergeant and before the calendar had even turned pages, he was in the midst of a battle with the enemy forces where he had to shoot a man dead or be killed himself. It had affected him more than he thought possible... especially when he saved a guy in his troop from death by getting shot through the back into the hip himself during the same battle, only to have the same soldier blown up by a landmine two days later. It left Hunter without the use of his leg and he thought he would be crippled for life. He was given an honourable medical discharge from the forces, but left in a wheelchair and with psychological post-traumatic stress disorder. That was over six months ago now, and it had been a fantastic physical therapist, just newly qualified at the time, by the name of Santana Lopez who had helped him out of the wheelchair and able to walk short distances with the use of a stick now. But it was still very much a work in progress, though Hunter's psychological treatment had began to wane and he fell into a depression, which began to affect his physical development too.

It was when his therapist suggested a move or a change of scenery with a fresh start away from the drab post-service world he had gotten himself into in Washington. He was bemoaning the suggestion to his physical therapist one day when he was being really uncooperative even with her, and it was Santana who suggested Miami for a seachange. She had been considering moving there to start her own business away from the large clinic she had trained with because she had friends there, and suggested that if he made that his new location, she could continue his treatment and it wouldn't be a complete new everything for him. He thought about it for all of a week before he was selling his awful boring bachelor pad he had shoved himself into during his recuperation when he didn't want to go home to Colorado Springs, and with his mother's help, found a bright, airy and sunny beachside apartment that he signed for without even thinking about it. He had been here a month now, and Santana had continued his treatment as promised, though she seemed to tune into his still-low mood during their latest session and invited him back her own new place for a coffee.

He settled at the kitchen table, rubbing at his hip a little when he sat because it was sore from the session and gave her a grateful smile when she brought him his large mug of coffee with chocolate cake. "Chocolate? Better than chicken soup for the soul or something?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

growingfeminism

Who: Tina Cohen-Chang and Santana Lopez
What: Another one of those sliding door moments
Where: El Bohemio Nightclub, Miami
When: Friday night

Tina had been in Miami for a couple of weeks now, and hadn't really had a chance to catch up with anyone. She had transferred right into her new position at Miami PD, and they threw a bunch of shitty shifts had her that no one else wanted because she was the newbie. Mostly nights, which generally sucked when you didn't know the beat, but luckily she had coped well so far. It had been one of her nights that she had stumbled across El Bohemio and had been meaning to check it out ever since. With both Blaine and Puck busy right now with Kurt just out of the clinic (Tina didn't want to crash on that so soon because Kurt had been through quite the ordeal and needed to get his bearings in the real world again), she had to entertain herself. Of course, she always had the option of hanging with Sebastian and Jeremy who were also newly in town, but she hadn't actually spoken to Jeremy in sometime and things would no doubt he awkward now. It was a bridge she wanted to wait a little longer to cross, though as Blaine's brother and she has Blaine's fag hag, it wouldn't be avoidable forever.

Instead, she wanted to get her dancing shoes on and she hit the bar... a notorious lesbian hot spot in Miami. It felt like ages since she had gotten laid. She was in Miami with the surf and the sun and the sand, what better way to become acclimatised than with a hot chick between the sheets? She was more than ready to put her marriage and divorce well behind her. She had been miserable and it ultimately led to a shitty divorce. She felt bad for what she did to Artie, and it was why she had never told anyone why she was unhappy in her marriage. Artie had been connected to all their friends, and even though she cheated with Jeremy, these days, girls were mostly her preference. She wanted to find a relationship with a girl and experience that side of her more. Finding it was just the harder part.

She was done up to the nines in a slinky red dress and had the tips of her hair done with bright red to match... at a salon who happened to name-drop Kurt. It had piqued her senses, to say the least, but the gossip stylists didn't really say much ultimately. She sauntered up to the bar, hoping her ass looked as good as it felt in this dress and sat down on a stool beside chick with a mane of dark curly hair. That wold be fun to run her hands through in the middle of a hot round of sex... She turned to her with a smile. "Hi, I'm Ti- oh holy fucking Jesus Chris!" she shrieked when she saw who it was.

theundapperone

Who: Jeremy Smyth and Quinn Fabray
What: That awkward moment where she didn't call you back
Where: Publix, Miami
When: Early Saturday morning

Jeremy decided it was seriously too early in the morning on a Saturday to be grocery shopping. He was sort of aimlessly pushing his cart through the aisles without his brain really registering what he should be putting into it. The only reason he had volunteered his shopping services that early to start with was because Blaine had a near meltdown, superbitch style when he was up early to get ready for the drive to Jacksonville to pick Kurt up. After almost three months in the clinic, Kurt was finally being discharged after putting on a little weight and finding a regular eating and treatment regime that was working for him to be able to strive towards fighting the eating disorder once again. Blaine was nervous and excited about having Kurt released, especially considering that when they arrived back in Miami, they would begin hunting for a big house they could live together mutually with their friends. Jeremy figured Blaine was probably just a little worried that when push came to shove, the clinic would still keep Kurt after all. So he had been edgy and threw a bitchfit when he discovered that not only was he left without toilet paper (and stuck in the bathroom because of it to boot) but also out of Froot Loops and milk, he had yelled at Puck, Sebastian and Jeremy so Jeremy had quickly volunteered to run to the store to get said items.

Normally, Jeremy would still be asleep, but Blaine banging around the apartment had woken him up, so he had gotten up. He was lacking sleep, though, so he was hazy and groggy. He was just in the personal hygiene aisle near the toilet paper trying to remember what brand Blaine preferred when a text came through from Blaine telling him not to worry, that he was getting McDonalds for breakfast on his way to Jacksonville. At least Jeremy didn't have to rush now. He shrugged to himself and shoved his iPhone back in his pocket. Didn't matter to him either way. He was sort of in a funk himself lately, still looking for work and wondering exactly what sort of work he even wanted to do. He was qualified, but couldn't decide exactly what he wanted yet. He had been in a funk ever since he was dragged out by Puck and Sebastian to get drunk because he had been moping over the crap that happened in Paris. He ended up having a pretty cool one-night stand with a chick that seemed nice, albeit pretty damn drunk. Jeremy had given her his number that night, but she never called so it was a bit of a kick in his ego pants.

He grabbed the toilet paper that seemed like the best choice and tossed it into his cart before rounding into the next aisle where the toothpaste and stuff was. Which was when he nearly bumped right into said girl he had a one night stand with who was standing there looking seriously at the shelves in front of her. "Oh... uh, hey!" he said with a sort of awkward half-smile and a bit of a wave, then pushed his glasses back up his nose shyly. What the hell was he supposed to say in this situation. "H-How are you?"

justbeingaqueen

Who: Quinn Fabray and Kurt Hummel
What: Something to talk about
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: End of Kurt's weekend home

It was the night before Blaine was taking Kurt back to the clinic in Jacksonville. Whilst he knew he spent the weekend not feeling well, in general as to his mental condition, he had actually done really well. He had followed the diet plan Blaine was put in charge of, he didn't try to take it over to control it, he didn't indulge in eating disorder tendencies of eating in a specific order or needing items on the table to be in a certain fashion. He took his medication, he continued eating despite feeling poorly. He didn't have any slips, binges, or purges at all, and now he was hoping that maybe it might be his ticket to be allowed home and his treatment promoted to outpatients at a Miami hospital. It was still early days, but there was some hope there.

But now it was time to talk about the big giant elephant in the room. Blaine had gone over to his and Puck's apartment to pick up some clean clothes and stuff for the next trip to Jacksonville. Kurt woke up slowly from his nap on the sofa that he didn't even realise he was going to take until he woke up with his pillow tenderly put under his head and a soft blanket tucked in around him. The room was dimmed save for the lamp in the corner and the blinds were drawn. A stark contrast to the bright fall light that had been streaming into the room early when they shared a cup of tea and watched re-runs of Sex and the City on TV. Kurt must have fallen asleep and now, looking at the clock, he realised it was around dinner time, so he had slept a long time. A post-it was stuck on the coffee table beside his empty mug and simple said, 'If you're not up, I'll wake you when I get back and we can have dinner. ♥ B'

Kurt used the bathroom and gave his teeth a quick brush, considering how long he had been sleeping and then padded into Quinn's room after a soft knock, finding her at her desk there. He crawled up onto a bed and curled up, nothing foreign about him inviting himself in to any of his fag hags rooms... and vice versa. He stifled a post-nape yawn and rubbed his eyes before he just cut straight to the chase. "Darling, I know you slept with Puck."

rockstarwarbler

Who: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel
What: TLC and hopeful suggestions
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: Saturday night

It was two in the morning, and Kurt was once again having a rough night. They went to bed around eleven and got a couple of hours sleep with Blaine spooned up behind Kurt, but just when it seemed like things would settle, Kurt was up with bad stomach cramps that led to a few trips to the toilet. He had tried to sneak out of bed and not wake Blaine, but it wasn't even five minutes before Blaine realised his absence, getting up to sit with him. Kurt was uncomfortable and miserable, and Blaine mostly just sat there in the living room while Kurt did what he needed to try and seek some comfort. Kurt had finally come to him and cuddled up next to him before Blaine got him to lie with his head in his lap. They both dozed on and off, but the cramps kept coming in waves.

They tried to keep quiet with Quinn and Mercedes asleep down the hall, but it was hard for Kurt to relax. Blaine was just finishing making a mug of peppermint tea when he heard the toilet flush in the nearby bathroom again and Kurt came back to the living room. Blaine brought the tea through and handed it to Kurt and then took the hot water bottle he just prepared out from under his arm so he could settle on Kurt's belly. "When all else fails, old home remedies can never hurt, right? I always remember having a hot water bottle when I was a kid and my tummy hurt. It had a fluffy cow cover," he said with a soft laugh. "I could always try rubbing your belly? You look exhausted, sweetheart. I just want to help."

dontrainonmyparade

Who: Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel
What: Unexpected facing of music
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: A few days after THIS and resulting from THIS

Rachel couldn't deny that she was nervous. In fact, she was so nervous, she felt like she was just going to throw up all the time in anticipation of this conversation. Blaine was back in Miami, and although he was staying with Kurt for the couple of days they were here, she needed to seize this window of opportunity she had to try and make amends with one of her closest friends before she lost him. In fact, it was why she didn't text him in advance to warn him she was coming, in case he didn't want to talk to her. She had been a mess lately, she didn't think she could add that one more rejection on the top of everything. She just had to take Robin Williams sound advice, and seize the day. Carpe diem! She had even watched Dead Poets Society three times last night after seeing Blaine's Facebook post to try and pluck up more courage for this.

This apartment block didn't have buzzers. Each place had their own knocker or bell, so that did help. She rang the doorbell and stood back, fiddling anxiously with the leather strap of her handbag over her shoulder. She didn't know what she was going to do if Blaine told her to piss off. It really could be the end of everything.

dapperdevious

Who: Sebastian Smyth and Santana Lopez
What: Of fags and hags and BFFs
Where: Blaine and Puck's place, Miami
When: About three weeks after Kurt's admission to the clinic

It had been an intense as fuck few weeks, to say the least. Just as Sebastian and Jeremy arrived back from a few months in Paris, they landed into the shit-storm of Blaine and his other half. It had settled a little now, but Blaine hadn't come back from Jacksonville. He was still staying up there with Nick's folks and apparently visiting Kurt every single day, according to Puck. Sebastian and Jeremy had taken the trip up there a couple of times with Puck to see Blaine, and he was mostly in positive spirits. He said Kurt was still battling, but he had actually put on a little bit of weight over the last week, so things were looking up. It was still blowing Sebastian's mind that Blaine was even dating, let alone in something this serious and so invested in it. He was a better guy than Sebastian was.

This time, though, the twins stayed home. Jez had been up all night with food poisoning from a dodgy pizza, which taught him a lesson to order weird stuff no one else liked. He got his own chicken and pineapple one, while Puck and Sebastian stuck to all meat with anchovies. Jeremy hated seafood, but this time, that proved to be a downfall. They had been going to head up to Jacksonville again with Puck, but Puck ended up going on his own this time. And Jez was an entirely different source of worry for Sebastian, as the mess he nearly got himself overseas. He was too damn nice, and people continuously took advantage of that.

Sebastian was just sitting there flicking through the TV shows and having a cup of coffee while he once again tried to put some sense into the whole situation. It was seriously fucked. Surely it all had to get better soon? But what if Kurt never got better? Then what? The buzzer at the apartment door went and had Sebastian frowning up the hall. There was no one else around to get it. Or, at least, he knew if he didn't get it, Jeremy would drag himself out of his ball of misery to do it because he was, again, too nice not to. So Sebastian set his coffee down and got up to get the door.

Telling himself that he would flash his cock if it was salesman or Jehovah's Witness trying to save him from sin, he pulled the door open and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Fuck, a lesbian. Now I don't have an excuse to get my cock out."

usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com

Who:

usedtohaveabs and

jewhawk
What: Awkward moment
Where: The Hoyt House Inn
When: After THIS

The only place to stay Puck and Quinn could find with vacancies was a romantic little guest house in Amelia Island. It was only about fifteen minutes drive from the clinic Kurt was in, and if they went further afield to search for a hotel, it would just put them further away if either Kurt or Blaine needed them, and they both promised they would be near by. But what they soon discovered was that it wasn't 'vacancies' and more just a single vacancy, and in a double room to boot. If they wanted to stay here, they were going to have a share a bed, and if ever there was an awkward moment, it was that.

But their loyalty to their favourite gay guys won out, and a quick discussion ended with them both saying 'But Kurt might need--' and 'But Blaine might need--' simultaneously, so it sealed the awkward deal. Now they were together in the quaint and charming little Hoyt Master Suite, with the receptionist assuming they were on their honeymoon or something and giving them the 'Honeymoon Package', which included champagne, strawberries and chocolates in their room with matching bathrobes. Both were like a deer caught in headlights that they just agreed to it to shut the woman up and then hurried to the room to get away from there.

Now Quinn was lying stiffly on the four poster bad, hands folded over her stomach as she gazed up at the ceiling of the room with a soft clear of her throat. "So, uh... now what?"

usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com

Who:

usedtohaveabs and

usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com

Who:

usedtohaveabs,

jewhawk and

rockstarwarbler
What: The unconventional cavalry with a side order of UST
Where: Jacksonville, Florida
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Could be anything

Quinn had been on edge ever since Kurt got admitted to the eating disorder clinic for the third time. He had been doing so well with his condition, managing it, and had even put some weight on and was getting back to his normal weight range. But then things started to get stressful for him, and he began to slip. By the time Blaine rode into his life like a knight in shining armour, Kurt was already too far gone. Now it had all come to light, and Kurt just kept slipping, this whole thing was inevitable.

She pulled into the parking lot of the clinic, which was actually a lovely building surrounded by beautiful gardens that the patients had the use of. Quinn knew from speaking to Blaine briefly a couple of times in the lead up to Kurt going that he thought it was going to be some horrible, bleak lock-up like a mental hospital, but it was far from that. It was actually a lot like a hotel, just more clinical on the inside. The rooms were pleasant and like a guest house so the patients weren't given the sensation they were trapped in a hospital or holding cell. But at the end of the day, it was still a medical facility and it was still where Kurt needed to be to get the intense treatment. He just wasn't coping with it like they hoped. His last stay here had been brief. He bounced back well and got back on his feet. The time before that was the worst where they had to feed him nasally and he was dangerously skinny and ended up with pneumonia and put in hospital anyway.

Blaine suggested they meet him here, and Puck and Quinn had stopped to get some lunch for the three of them on the way so they could bring Blaine something to eat. Burt had said Kurt taken a turn that he was just psychologically rejecting food. He ate, he threw up, and without even forcing himself too. They were thinking about nasal-feeding again, and that's what had freaked Blaine out and caused Quinn to decide to come up... and bring Puck with her. She shut the car off and turned to Puck, who was nursing the bags of takeout food. "You okay?" she asked him. "I promise, this is not like a mental facility at all."

usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com

Who:

usedtohaveabs,

jewhawk and

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

Who:

tasteslikepnk, open for multiple interruptions
What: Beach activities, like tanning
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Miami Beach
Rating: Open

She had been having a bit of luck lately, despite having worked all week and weekend, Rachel’s office was still behind on some paperwork but come Monday parts of the building were going under minor renovations giving her a free day. Rachel had decided to take this free time to take a visit to the beach and attempt to work on a tan.

Rachel claimed a spot, unfolding her blanket and spreading it across the warm sand, and making herself comfortable on her stomach. She pulled a magazine out from the bag she had brought with her along with the classifieds section of the newspaper in order to keep an eye out for another job opportunity, though she honestly wouldn’t have gotten paid as much as she made now so looking for another job was becoming a bit of a hobby to her. She sighed and flipped the page, adjusting the sunglasses on her nose as she read

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

justbeingaqueen
What: I'll be there
Where: Palm Bay, Florida (about 3 hours from Jacksonville)
When: Two days after THIS
Rating: PG

It was a nice little rest stop they found on the way, and after turning down bathrooms at three gas stations because they were too 'gross looking', Kurt finally relented on the bathroom here when Blaine suggested it as they past the signs warning of the turn-off coming up. It had just passed lunch time and they were about half way into the drive up to the clinic in Jacksonville. Whilst Kurt was in the bathroom, Blaine got out to stretch his legs and was now carrying a picnic basket over to one of the picnic tables just set back from the drive a little. He lifted it up on the table and then dug the blanket out of the side of it so he could spread it over the table in lieu of a tablecloth.

He glanced up when Kurt was heading back from the bathroom a short while later, eyes trained down to the screen of his cell phone. But when he looked up and sat Blaine pulling things out of the picnic basket, there was a very distinct baulk. But Blaine, after setting a couple of plastic containers onto the table, held both hands up in surrender. "I know, I know. I promise, this isn't some sort of trick. It's just lunch because I'm starving and I brought this so we wouldn't need to stop at any fastfood places. There's enough here for both of us, but you don't have to have anything if you don't want it. But just sit with me while I have something?"

( Kurt had abruptly paused in his return back to Blaine's car when he saw the little picnic being set up... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com

Who:

justbeingaqueen and

rockstarwarbler
What: I might need you to hold me tonight...
Where: Puck and Blaine's apartment
When: Three days after the explosion
Rating: PG

It was three in the morning and absolutely pouring with rain outside. Even though they lived in one of the middle-ish floors of the apartment building, Blaine could still hear the rain beating heavily on his window as he lay wrapped up in a cocoon of covers in his bed. It had been three days since the devastating double-date at the pizza place and the only time Blaine had moved out of his protective ball of blankets was to use the bathroom, shower, and occasionally eat if Puck or the twins brought him anything and he felt hungry. Mostly he didn't, though, and just left the tray on his dresser. Luckily it was spring break and there was no college, and he had cancelled all the music lessons he had booked, citing illness. He was miserable and heartbroken, and missed Kurt beyond belief.

The rain falling was making it harder and harder to ignore the urge to pee though. He had been sleeping on and off all night, but hadn't had a consitent sleep since the disaster happened. He couldn't switch his brain off in a mix of missing Kurt, being angry at him for ruining everything, and worrying about him with the illness that seemed to plague him so terribly. Blaine couldn't fight the need for the bathroom any longer, and pushed up out of bed to shuffle through the apartment to the toilet. He made sure he was quiet as he passed Puck's room and then the spare bedroom that Sebastian and Jeremy were sharing, and the rain had left the weather cold and miserable, so Blaine wasn't planning on being out of his nest of misery for any longer than he needed to be.

( He was just washing his hands after waiting for the water to run warm through the taps when the apartment buzzer sounded and he nearly crapped himself in fright and splashed water all down the front of his Shrek pyjama top... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com

Who:

justbeingaqueen and

theundapperone.livejournal.com

Who:

theundapperone,

jewhawk and

dapperdevious (post order)
What: Bro back-up, stat!
Where: Puck and Blaine's bachelor pad, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: Probably high

Some days, it was still a little strange that Blaine was Sebastian and Jeremy's stepbrother. He and Sebastian went to Dalton Academy together whilst Jeremy saw out his high school days in a public school, but it was in their junior year that their State's Attorney father met Blaine's newly divorced mother and fell for her. It wasn't long before they got married, and all the boys became stepbrothers. It took a lot of getting used to and was more weird for Sebastian and Blaine than anything else, but they ended up rocking it and became close even if the twins went to study in France together after school.

Now they were back on American soil, and right at the best time, apparently. They had just touched down at Miami Airport when Puck's text came through that Blaine's new (and first) relationship had just crashed and burned. The twins knew Puck from school and those times he came with Blaine to family things, so they were all good mates. It only made sense they would rally at this time to try to figure out how the fuck they could protect Blaine right... but maybe they couldn't.

Jeremy came back into the kitchen and sat down at the table with Sebastian and Puck. "He's asleep. I don't know how long he'll stay like that, but I losing that much snot must have exhausted him," he said sympathetically. "Dude, that the hell happened?" he asked Puck in concern.

theundapperone.livejournal.com

Who:

theundapperone,

jewhawk and

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler,

justbeingaqueen,

jewhawk and

usedtohaveabs (posting order)
What: Double date... and then some.
Where: Anthony's Coal Fired Pizza, Miami Lakes
When: Thursday night
Rating: Leaving it open for now

It was true, Blaine really was like a dog with a bone. Once he decided he was going to try and nudge Puck into Quinn's direction, hopefully without either of them realising, he wasn't going to give up on the idea. And really, a double date had to be fun, right? Blaine always wanted to get a boyfriend so he could double-date with his BFF and patience really wasn't his virtue. Why wait on something like that? For some reason, though, when he suggested it to both Puck and Quinn, neither of them protested. It might have been because he worded it in a way like he was going to surprise Kurt and that both their BFFs should get along, right? Maybe they didn't actually realise he was setting them up on a date? That didn't matter. Blaine could still work with this.

But Kurt had been the one to very reluctant agree. Blaine told him he wanted to take him out for another date, but that it was going to be 'a surprise'. Kurt didn't seem into the notion, and he didn't seem a fan of surprises, but Blaine reassured him with would be fun and he would love it. Though, maybe he missed that mark because now they were all seated at the quaint little table for four in the restaurant waiting for their huge main course to arrive, Kurt was sitting back in his seat and eyeing Puck and Quinn across the table, cool blue eyes sliding back and forth between them before they locked back on Blaine's face wordlessly.

Blaine just grinned and took Kurt's hand on the table, giving it a squeeze. "I love pizza! Do you love pizza? There is nothing better than it, I swear. It smells amazing." Okay, so maybe he was somewhat oblivious to the discomfort Kurt was feeling right now. It was a double-date with their best friends! That just equalled fun in Blaine's mind, and it would be even moreso when they went bowling afterwards. Who didn't like bowling?

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler,

justbeingaqueen,

jewhawk and

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

Who: Just

tasteslikepnk
What: A misunderstanding
When: Saturday morning, 2:30 AM
Where: A block or two away from the Tilted Kilt (for this purpose I’m going with there’s one in Miami) followed by a police station
Rating: Not too bad

Saying she was tired was an understatement, Rachel was borderline exhausted. Having decided to head back to Miami early, Rachel left Port Charlotte nearly eight and a half hours later than planned due to finishing up things at the new office. She was grateful for the fact that it was a relatively short drive, if one considered three and a half hours short.
Leaning her head against the back of her seat, she closed her eyes for a brief second, waiting for the light to change to green, as talk radio washed over her. The sound of knuckles tapping against her window broke her from her stupor, causing her to accidentally hit her horn. Clutching her heart, she cautiously looked to the side to see a skimpily dressed woman waving at her and motioning to roll down the window. Blinking once, twice, three times, the shadowed face clicked in Rachel’s memory as she rolled the window down, the woman being one of her housemates from the Real World. "Oh my fucking God" Rachel let out a relieved breath as she looked the woman over "Angie, I thought you were going to mug me."

"No, I was just really hoping that it was you. Can I ask you a huge favor? My person forgot to pick me up work so I’m stuck walking…unless you want to give me a ride?" Rachel nodded, unlocking the passenger door so the other woman could get in. Getting the directions, Rachel headed towards the other woman’s apartment and learned the story about the outfit – it was the uniform for the waitresses at the Tilted Kilt.

( Not even a mile down the road, the flashing lights of a patrol car turned on behind Rachel’s car. )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

Who: Just

gotstarpower.livejournal.com

Who:

gotstarpower,

rockstarwarbler and

usedtohaveabs (posting order)
What: A fag's hags verses the boyfriend
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes' apartment, Miami
When: Morning after THIS
Rating: Watch this space

It was one of those rare days where Mercedes and Quinn had the morning off together, even if it was just because Quinn decided to skip class for the day to make sure Kurt was okay and Mercedes managed to swap a shift at work for the same purpose. Thank god Cameron was such a sweetheart, because he was more than happy to take her shift when he heard what was going down with Kurt. He was Holly's best friend and knew the situation 100%. Friendship really was priceless sometimes.

But now, the two fag hags sat together at the kitchen table sharing a pot of tea while they chatted quietly together about Kurt and the entire situation. They were beyond worried, and neither of them knew yet what it was that triggered Kurt's extreme and abrupt slip. It was a bad one, too. Quinn had come home from college to find him sprawled unconscious over the base of the treadmill, which had still been operating. It was a miracle he didn't smash his entire face in. There was vomit all over the place as if that had begun before he passed out, and more than enough evidence that he had been on the laxatives too. When she found the remnants of an intense binge session in his bedroom, she knew what had happened. Mercedes had come home a short time after that and together they got him cleaned up and to the hospital to make sure he didn't have a serious head injury. To hear he was malnourished and dehydrated also didn't even come as a surprise to them. This wasn't the first time they had been here.

He had been doing so well, though, and this had come on quickly. Something had to have triggered it. "I really thought Blaine was gonna be the crossroads," she said to Quinn with a sigh as she topped their mugs up from the teapot. "You don't think having a boyfriend has made Kurt relapse, do you?" But before Quinn could answer, as if like he had been summoned, Blaine appeared in the doorway of the kitchen looking ruffled with his hair sticking up in all direction and still sporting creased up the side of his face. If the disoriented look in his face coupled with his appearance told them anything, it was that he had just woken up.

"Morning, honey," she greeted him with a smile. "Do you want some tea?"

gotstarpower.livejournal.com

Who:

gotstarpower,

rockstarwarbler and

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

justbeingaqueen
What: Learning to need
Where: Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: After THIS
Rating: PG

Blaine hurriedly mapped the large numbers painted on the walls of the bays as he walked quickly up the corridor of the ER at Jackson Memorial. The receptionist only gave him Kurt's location after Blaine had to show her the conversation he had on Facebook with Kurt to prove that he wasn't some random stranger not entitled to be in Kurt's presence. Which made sense, but it frustrated Blaine to no end. Once he spotted he big number 8 there, he skidding around the corner to find Kurt propped up on the gurney there... with half a face of bruising.

"Oh my god!" he gasped, hurrying over to Kurt to cup his good cheek to check out the injuries closer. "Oh god, you poor thing. Are you in pain? Are you feeling okay?" With a sympathetic murmur, Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead and than carefully hugged him. It couldn't just be nothing but superficial bruising if he was still being kept here, but Kurt hadn't exactly been forthcoming with any specific information over Facebook. In fact, Blaine was sure Kurt wasn't even going to let him come here, and he had been relieved when Kurt finally relented. Apparently Kurt fainted on during a workout on his treadmill, but he just didn't look well. Why was he even fainting on the treadmill anyway? Something didn't feel right, but Blaine wasn't sure if he should push or not, but he was suddenly worried Kurt might be hiding some sort of serious illness... he just had to stifle it and push it down to not think about it.

( This was new. This was very, very new... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com

Who:

justbeingaqueen and

breaksniceguys
What: Ain't nothing but a Fag Hag/Honorary Big Sister/Mentor thing
Where: Emergency Room, Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: Follows THIS
Rating: Probable swearing

Kurt was in pain and feeling sorry for himself on account of the fact he had smashed face up one side and probably looked extremely unfabulous, but he was also pissed off finding himself in the ER. He hated when that happened. It meant he slipped too far. Not to mention the embarrassment when he woke up to Quinn and Mercedes sitting there and they told him just what a mess he landed himself in. He took it too far on the treadmill and must have fainted from overheating. They had come home to find him in a smooshed mess on the carpet beside it with a bleeding head and bruised face, the treadmill still going at top speed. And that wasn't event he worst part. The worst part was the fact he had shoved laxatives down his throat right before he got on there... but that wasn't something he wanted to think about, and he shoved his fingers in his ears and told them to piss off when they tried to tell him what happened.

Now he was sitting on a gurney in the ER in an atrocious hospital gown listening to the hospital bustle beyond the curtains pulled around his bay. He had a minor concussion, so they were keeping him for a few hours to monitor him, but he just wanted to go home and go to bed. His mind kept wandering to Blaine, though, and the guilt churned in his gut. He was just sitting there with his lips pressed together trying not to wallow into his own self-pity and start to cry when the curtains were pulled back and Holly appeared. That look on her face? Kurt had seen many, many times before. "So, I got pawned by a treadmill. What of it?" he asked bitterly with a small frown, arms folded defensively over his chest.

justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com

Who:

justbeingaqueen and

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

justbeingaqueen
What: Screw 'em
Where: Puck and Blaine's apartment
When: Following THIS
Rating: Not sure yet

As soon as the apartment buzzer went, Blaine was up off the sofa and shooting over to the door to buzz Kurt in. He had been sitting there wallowing ever since the stupid and hurtful text message from Rachel, and it was what led him to deciding to ditch class that afternoon. He couldn't be bothered going, so he didn't. Instead, he sat and ate a whole box of Oreos while he watched re-runs of Quantum Leap on one of the classics channels.

Kurt's text message had put a smile on his face when the one to Puck had gone unanswered. He had been feeling sensitive and pissed off, but it only felt better when Kurt offered to come keep him company. It was like the day had gone from suck to shiny again and he had butterflies flipping in his belly just from the anticipation of some time with Kurt. He didn't care about Rachel's opinions. She could stick them up her ass. He adored Kurt, and nothing was going to waver that. When he opened the door, finding Kurt standing there with a little brown paper bag, Blaine broke into a grin and reflexively reached for Kurt's free hand. "Hey, you," he greeted him fondly and then leaned in to give him a soft kiss.

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

Who:

tasteslikepnk, OTA
What: Shopping
When: Monday, lunchtime
Where: D-A-S-H and then some
Rating: Leaving it open

Taking the opportunity to spend her lunch away from the office, Rachel decided to do a bit of shopping, heading into one of the strip malls around the area. She stopped outside of the D-A-S-H store and glanced inside through the windows, waging an internal war on whether or not to go inside. The browse side of the war won and she pushed the door open and headed in, making a beeline towards the bathing suits. She declined help from the sales girl as she browsed, pulling out a couple of pieces before putting them back.

After finding a couple she liked, she turned, bumping into someone. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” she said, tossing her hair back as she adjusted what she held in her arms.

tasteslikepnk.livejournal.com

Who:

nickthewarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

warble_on_jeff and

nickthewarbler with a side order of

justwants2dance (posting order)
What: That awkward moment where you think you care
Where: Jackson Memorial Hospital, Miami
When: A couple of weeks after THIS
Rating: Who knows

The elevator incident was probably always destined to go down the toilet. Nothing could could come out of being locked in a small space with Jeff Hinton. First the damn thing breaks down, then there is angry sex with was basically a power struggle with results Nick couldn't quit analyse effectively, but he was putting it down to being sick. Then there was this. Waking up in a hospital a week later after hitting diabetic ketoacidosis in there and falling into a coma in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. He only heard after the fact that Jeff had apparently freaked the fuck out after Nick passed out and they ended up fixing the elevator at emergency speed, with the ambulance waiting for him by the time they got it open again.

Nick had spent a week unconscious, and then a few more days in a groggy haze. He had been aware of family and friends coming and going for visits, but these past couple of days were the first time after it all that he was starting to feel like a human again. There was some sensations of being worse for wear, and he was tired all the time, but he was getting better now he had been hit with intensive insulin therapy running constantly on an IV drip. He must have dozed off mid-conversation with Mike and woke up slowly again finding Mike sitting there holding his hand. Nick gave him a sleepy smile and squeezed his hand back gently, grateful of the company. They weren't dating, but they were room mates with a distinct friends-with-benefits thing going on. It was like a stopover for them until they found something else, and it worked. Mike was a caring guy, though, and he had been visiting daily since Nick landed in hospital. They didn't even need to have constant conversation. It was just companionship, and Nick was grateful because being in hospital? Sucked giant balls.

nickthewarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

warble_on_jeff and

nickthewarbler with a side order of

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

justbeingaqueen
What: The morning after the night before
Where: Blaine & Puck's apartment
When: Sunday morning
Rating: PG

It was a soft snuffling sound and the way he stretched just a little bit against Blaine that alerted him to the fact Kurt was stirring and probably about to wake up. It wasn't early early in the morning by any means, but it was a cold one and the covers of his bed were serving as an extremely wonderful nest at the moment he was reluctant to get back up out of. He had woken probably an hour earlier desperate for a pee, and took the opportunity to brush his teeth while he was in the bathroom already. When he woke sleepily, the first thing he had become aware of was that he very much wasn't alone in the bed, which threw him right off for a few moments. He had never really shared a bed with anyone, save for the time he had gone on a road trip with Puck to a rock festival and the hotel mistook them for a couple and gave them a double room. So, to wake up with a body beside him was a new experience, because there had certainly been no snuggling with Puck that time.

This time, when Blaine woke gradually, he was a little disoriented but as he felt that his arm was wrapped securely around a toned very slender waist with a nice cushy butt pressed up against his groin, the events of the night before trickled back to him through the haze of sleepiness. He was in his bed, with Kurt, and was spooning him. Sure, they were fully clothed in their pyjamas but the spooning was blissful. Kurt was so cuddly, but clearly still fast asleep at the time. His breathing had been deep and even but he was completely still save for the rising and falling of his chest. Blaine had laid there for a long few minutes remembering the night before that lead to Kurt suggesting they hit the sack together rather than him take Blaine's bed and Blaine having the sofa like originally planned.

( There had been a lot of making out on the sofa, then the deep-n-meaningful where... holy fuck... Kurt was a virgin too... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

justbeingaqueen
What: Courage
Where: Blaine & Puck's apartment
When: Saturday night
Rating: Higher than normal...

The movie was ending just as Blaine was finishing off a whole bag of Doritoes that he washed down with the last vestiges of his can of Mountain Dew. It was strange when they both suggest When Harry Met Sally almost simultaneously, so there was no doubt about what movie to tackle first. The whole evening so far had been comfortable. Blaine did, indeed, tell Puck to make himself scarce for the night - the whole night - which led to a lot of sex jokes and innuendo before Blaine just shoved him out the door with his backpack and told him not to come home until morning. He figured Puck could go stay with Jeff or something, maybe even Rachel. It didn't matter, he could figure something out. All Blaine needed was the apartment to himself so he could have this sleepover with Kurt... even if he had no idea what part of his brain actually let him suggest a sleepover of all things. First Disneyworld, now this. It was a miracle Kurt didn't think he was dropped on his head at birth by this point.

Kurt had surprisingly agreed, though, and he showed up just after six at Blaine's with his Louis Vuitton overnight bag, and after some small talk and the movie selection, they got changed into their pyjamas and settled in to watch. Not a whole lot of conversation had passed between them yet, but they sat together on the cushy sofa with a shared blanket over their laps and chips, candy and soda on the go around them. Blaine didn't even notice that Kurt was barely eating any of the stuff. He was too busy trying to keep his hands to himself and not let on that he was stealing glances at Kurt whenever he had the chance during the movie. A few times, the caught each other glancing and shared bashful smiles but nothing needed to be said. It was just nice company and Blaine was over the moon to finally be getting to spend more time with Kurt. It was without the airs and graces of the expensive restaurant, and without the awkward of random bumping into each other as they kept doing since they met. It was just relaxing and spending time together, and all it did was make Blaine's heart warm more and more to Kurt... who was looking adorable in his navy silk pyjamas with his initials monogrammed on the pocket.

( Blaine brushed some crumbs off the blanket and swept his hands together... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com

Who:

rockstarwarbler and

usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com

Who:

usedtohaveabs,

rockstarwarbler and eventually

jewhawk
What: A fag hag's job is never done... until she gets pwned.
Where: Bayfront Park, Miami
When: Saturday lunchtime
Rating: Who knows?

Quinn needed a break from studying before she went crazy. She had her nose lodged in the books for days now working on a paper that she had zero interest in, and that always seemed to make it so much more harder to concentrate on. Fresh air was exactly what she needed, so she decided to take a run along the beach and then ended it by grabbing a coffee from a vendor and sitting down in the park to enjoy it. She was lost in her own little world, wondering if she should approach Kurt about his increasing issues again with his food, or if it was still in that realm he would get pissed off for the interference. Mercedes made them both a huge dinner the night before after they all had a busy and long week with work and college... and Kurt was in the bathroom purging the whole damn thing before either of them finished eating. He didn't even try to hide it. Then he locked himself in his room and told them to leave him alone. Quinn just worried this whole being pursued by a potential suitor was aggravating it. It was hard to tell.

It was just when she was scuffing his shoes back and forth beneath her that she was watching a couple of seagulls nearby and someone passed by that her line of sight just automatically followed because they cut her view of the birds. That was when she did a double-take and realised it was the guy from the Facebook pictures. This was Kurt's man! And Quinn, never backward in coming forward, jumped up off out of her seat and ran up to him as he walked up the path sending a text message. "Hi!" she greeted him with a smile and then stuck her hand out to him. "I'm Quinn. I'm Kurt's roomie. I hope you don't mind, I just recognised you from a picture he showed us. Blaine, right?"

usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com

Who:

usedtohaveabs,

rockstarwarbler and eventually

gotstarpower.livejournal.com

Who:

gotstarpower and

justbeingaqueen
What: Lunchtime catch-ups
Where: News Cafe, Miami Beach
When: Thursday lunch
Rating: Open for now

After the conversation with Quinn on Facebook, Mercedes had to really work to keep her face straight around Kurt. As amusing as it was, she couldn't help but be happy and excited that Kurt had met a guy he was so into he was doing what Quinn had walked in on him doing. It was natural and it meant he was feeling. Kurt was usually so rigid with that sort of thing, borderline prudish. He could make jokes about sex and sexuality with the best of them, but when it came to his own personal feelings on it, in the past, he had been very closed about it. This was all new territory for him, and Mercedes knew they had to tread carefully with him, or he might just pull the plug.

They had regular lunch dates when he only had half day work or college and it managed to fall on one of her rostered days off. There was the little issue that his eating had a big question mark over it right now, so she picked a cafe she knew he loved. They now had their menus open in front of them, and Mercedes was just itching to ask him all about Blaine and the date. It was like he knew she wanted to, because he kept the conversation pointedly steered from it. "Okay, okay," she said holding a hand up. "I can't take this anymore! Tell me how the date went before I explode, boyfriend!"

gotstarpower.livejournal.com

Who:

gotstarpower and

richandlovingit.livejournal.com

Who:

breaksniceguys and

richandlovingit
What: Blind Date
Where: Escopazzo, Miami Beach
When: Simultaneous to THIS
Rating: PG, for now?

Ethan could have killed Tom for setting him up on a blind date. It really, really wasn't his sort of thing, and being extremely rich and not hard on the eyes, he never had issues finding dates of his own. This was just ludicrous. But when Tom pulled the guilt trip and said that he really wanted to keep things nice with his other half and his other half's fag hag, Ethan was done for. They were best mates, and had been since they were in nappies. He knew Tom was still trying to wrap his head around this commitment thing after everything he had been through in England that warranted his seachange to Miami, so Ethan agreed to go along with it... albeit with a lot of swearing and cussing.

Strangely enough, though, the chick apparently only agreed to come after she knew what restaurant he had booked. She had held out on him until then, but he didn't think much of it. One date, that was all he agreed to, and he was willing to just grin and bear it for Tom's sake. But then Holly arrived at the restaurant and there was no denying she was as hot as all hell. Ethan was immediately intrigued, and the date progressed with small-talk, but nothing really beyond just watching each other over the table. They had just finished their entrée and their main course arrived right as two guys passed their table. Ethan was just commenting to Holly about how he wasn't used to having the beach at his finger tips, even if he had property and holiday homes in tropical places when a guy on crutches stopped just beyond Holly and turned around to give her a death glare... then he gave Ethan a death glare, eyes wide, before the shorter guy he was with caught his attention and they moved along.

Ethan watched, fork poised, and then laughed in amusement. "That young guy over there in the Dolce and Gabbana just gave you the complete daggers as he passed. Do you know him?" he asked her. "I didn't steal his date for the night, did I?"