|Blaine Anderson (mediumdrip) wrote in mckinley_high,|
@ 2011-03-27 14:20:00
|Entry tags:||! aim, # character: blaine anderson, # character: genny montgomery, * status: complete|
Who: Genny, Blaine
What: In which Genny wants to know what is going on that has Blaine acting so giddy, and Blaine is anxious enough that he forgets to be all self-possessed and cool.
When: Backdated to late Thursday night (3/24), after Warblers practice and curfew
3/24/11 11:43 PM
TrumpetGirlGen: So? I do believe you have news for me?????????
mediumxdrip: Hi, Genny. How was your day? Learn anything fun in class today? Awesome, me too.
TrumpetGirlGen: Hi, Blaine. It was great. A few things, nothing major, now TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!!
mediumxdrip: You've been bottling that up all day, haven't you?
TrumpetGirlGen: You're not funny right now.
TrumpetGirlGen: Seriously, tell meee! I'm like, your favorite person in the world (aside from Kurt), so it's only right that you keep me in the loop!
TrumpetGirlGen: DON'T MAKE ME POUT AT YOU!
mediumxdrip: Okay, okay, calm down.
mediumxdrip: I mean, honestly, what do you want me to say? I had a really good day yesterday, and I got the major details figured out for that bit of ridiculous behavior you're not judging me for just yet, and I may have lost my head for a minute and... ah, kissed Kurt.
TrumpetGirlGen: ...You don't really expect me to gloss over that last bit, do you?
TrumpetGirlGen: That being said...
TrumpetGirlGen: SOIERJTAOREIJGAEIJERLJFL WAJEW WHAT?!!!!?!?!!!?!
TrumpetGirlGen: YOU KISSED HIM?!
mediumxdrip: I didn't plan to! It just happened!
TrumpetGirlGen: Oh, what, you tripped and his face broke your fall?
TrumpetGirlGen: Blaine, you just realized you like him like, this week...Isn't this a litttle soon?
TrumpetGirlGen: I mean, go you for going after what you want, don't get me wrong. I'm happy for you, just...Worried, I guess.
mediumxdrip: I wasn't going to say anything yet, but we were going to practice, and he wanted to know why I wanted to sing with him, and it just kind of snowballed from there.
TrumpetGirlGen: Only you could take "Hey, why'd you pick me to sing with" and turn it in to "Hey, let me inspect your tonsils with my tounge".
TrumpetGirlGen: That's cool, though. So are you two dating now, or...?
mediumxdrip: You didn't see the look on his face, Gen, I couldn't make something up.
TrumpetGirlGen: What was this "look" like? And yes, I totally want to see you get all mushy so that I can tease you about it later.
mediumxdrip: I... don't know. We haven't really clarified that yet.
mediumxdrip: Is it sad that I really hope so?
TrumpetGirlGen: No! You like him, of course you want to date him, Blaine!
TrumpetGirlGen: And, while he's not as awesome as you are (though he does have you beat in the height department), you could definitely do worse.
TrumpetGirlGen: Plus, you've totally liked him for at *least* as long as I've known you, so it was inevitable.
mediumxdrip: Hmmm. That doesn't make me feel like the slowest person on the face of the earth, really.
mediumxdrip: I'm just afraid I'm going to screw it all up somehow.
TrumpetGirlGen: you won't screw it up, Blaine. He knows you, remember? That means even if you aren't always spot-on, he'll know that you're trying.
TrumpetGirlGen: Just don't overthink it, and you'll be fine.
mediumxdrip: Easier said than done.
TrumpetGirlGen: Look at it this way: aside from your new 24/7 access to his mouth, what's really going to change between you two?
mediumxdrip: ...Not very much?
mediumxdrip: And what a classy way to put it, Gen, I'm so proud, :p
TrumpetGirlGen: Exactly. You're just friends who kiss now. Not that big of a thing, considering you two were practically an old married couple anyways.
TrumpetGirlGen: Hey, I never claimed to be classy.
TrumpetGirlGen: And hey, I could said something a *lot* worse.
TrumpetGirlGen: Could have*
mediumxdrip: ...Please, I believe you.
mediumxdrip: Regionals are keeping us pretty busy so far, at least, but I guess we'll figure it out as we go.
TrumpetGirlGen: :D So seriously, no need to worry. Just treat him like you always have, only with the occasional booty squeeze or something...i don't know what he's in to on that front, you'll have to do your own recon.
mediumxdrip: Gee, thanks.
TrumpetGirlGen: Oh don't act like feeling him up is going to be a hardship, Blaine.
TrumpetGirlGen: I'm going to avoid the obvious play on the word 'hard' right now
TrumpetGirlGen: You're welcome.
mediumxdrip: Please, and thank you.
mediumxdrip: This whole discussion is going downhill rapidly.
mediumxdrip: So mind out of the gutter, :p
TrumpetGirlGen: You say downhill, I say you brought it on yourslef.
TrumpetGirlGen: Also, no. It's warm down here.
TrumpetGirlGen: Okay fine. To combat my mind-in-gutter syndrome, feel free to be overly sappy about the shape of Kurt's nose, or something.
mediumxdrip: I'm not going to wax poetic about his nose, Genny. I'm not quite that pathetic.
mediumxdrip: Not yet, at least.
TrumpetGirlGen: Uh-huh...Sure...I've seen the heart-eyes you were making at him *before* you got a clue, Blaine. I can only imagine how ridiculous they are now...
mediumxdrip: Remind me never to tell you anything again.
TrumpetGirlGen: You'd be sad without me.
TrumpetGirlGen: Seriously though. Schoompy boyfriend talk. Go.
mediumxdrip: Wow, you're nosy.
TrumpetGirlGen: What can I say? I've already seen everything in my Netflix lineup. Also, I'm not asking for what his chapstick tastes like, i'm just saying. You know you wanna be all dorky and cheesy and excited, may as well do it now vs. in the middle of Warbler's
mediumxdrip: We need to find you a hobby, :)
TrumpetGirlGen: So...that means you're not gonna tell me?
TrumpetGirlGen: Also, you've seen what happens when women in my family get hobbies. Kurt's dad ends up in a rhinestone tshirt.
TrumpetGirlGen: Nobody wants that to happen twice, Blaine.
mediumxdrip: It means I really don't have any idea what to say. I've never been anyone's boyfriend before, or whatever we are now, so it's kind of exciting and terrifying at the same time.
mediumxdrip: (Also, I need to see this shirt and judge for myself.)
TrumpetGirlGen: Aww, well the "exciting" part is good! Hopefully the "terrified" doesn't last too long.
TrumpetGirlGen: (you'll be blinded. Repeatedly.)
mediumxdrip: I'm over-thinking again, aren't I?
TrumpetGirlGen: Yeah, you are.
mediumxdrip: I'm going to have to work on that.
TrumpetGirlGen: I keep trying to tell you, you were a great boyfriend to him before you two even kissed (with two exceptions that need not be mentioned), just do what you would have done then.
mediumxdrip: Yes, well, those two exceptions are pretty glaring.
TrumpetGirlGen: But he forgave you for both of them, didn't he?
TrumpetGirlGen: So, you ignore those and do everything else you did.
mediumxdrip: Try not to be spectacularly clueless, you mean?
mediumxdrip: Yeah, I'll work on that.
TrumpetGirlGen: Well, to be fair, if you miss the signs that he likes you now, i'm pretty sure you'll pass clueless and dive straight in to stupid.
mediumxdrip: I try to avoid stupid on a daily basis, at least.
TrumpetGirlGen: I'm sure Kurt will appreciate that.
TrumpetGirlGen: :) mainly because then he won't pull any msucles rolling his eyes at you every day.
mediumxdrip: Oh, I'm pretty sure he's going to end up rolling his eyes at me a lot.
mediumxdrip: But I'm okay with that.
TrumpetGirlGen: well, yeah, but that's because you're a dork, not because you're stupid.
mediumxdrip: Your confidence in me is astounding, Gen.
TrumpetGirlGen: Blaine and kurt, sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g!
mediumxdrip: ...How old are you again, Genny?
TrumpetGirlGen: (and yes, i've been waiting for a chance to do that since you told me)
TrumpetGirlGen: This many...wait...i don't have that many fingers...um...
TrumpetGirlGen: More than all my fingers, at least!
TrumpetGirlGen: And i have confidence in you...i'm confident that you can't go more than 8 hours without doing or saying something dorky.
mediumxdrip: I'm not a dork -- I'm occasionally a bit goofy, but I'm working on that, too.
TrumpetGirlGen: ...uh-huh. Sure...tell your boyfriend that and see how hard he rolls his eyes.