Who: </b>Rose and Blaine What: A conversation in a hospital room When: May 29th, after Rose woke up. Where: Hospital Rating: SFW but for Rose's potty mouth
"You're overreacting. You and Ian always do. It's no big deal." </font> "You went to the hospital, impossible to overreact." "I got a BIT DRUNK. I didn't even pass out properly until halfway to the hospital. Apparently." "Diabetes, rosebud. And rum. You have no argument. Now shush and let us coddle you." "You guys suck :|" "For waiting on you hand and foot?" "For worrying about me all the fucking time. You're not my mom, bub." "What did I say about you being the only sister in a school of brothers?" "Dumbass." "Love you too, sweetheart." "....don't fucking understand you, Blaine." "Neither do I sometimes," "I'm going to miss you." "I'm going to miss you too," Blaine murmured, reaching over to give Rose a hug. "I'm going to fucking miss /everyone/," she muttered, clinging to him. "But I have no fucking clue what I'll do without you." "I'm just going to be a phone call away." Blaine kissed the top of Rose's head. "An email. A text." "Not a hug, though." She flopped on his shoulder, ignoring the fact that that made her fragile head feel like it might pop. "Seriously, you've saved my fucking life more than once, I genuinely need you around." "I can video-hug you," Blaine offered. "Or we could be incredibly cheesy." He stroked Rose's hair, hugging her against his side. "Incredibly cheesy? Blaine, I feel sick enough already, let's not throw incredibly cheesy into the mix." Blaine laughed. "then we'll just stick with video hugs." "Ick. Video hugs are worth fuck all compared to real ones. But I can deal." She looked at her feet, closing her eyes. "Blaine, did I say anything stupid last night? Somebody mentioned a deleted post." "Lots of fucks," Blaine said. "LOTS of fucks. Cussing out people. But... I don't know how stupid it was. I didn't really read in great detail before coming down here." "Ok. Well. Lots of fucks about sums up my usual speech, right?" She sighed, massaging her throbbing forehead. "I hate alcohol," she added, apparently to thin air. "I don't blame you," Blaine said. "I understand why Dalton tries to stay dry." "It seems to manage that well," Rose said dryly. "As brilliantly as it manages to keep drama under control" "Well, if the RAs actually did our jobs the way we are supposed to..." "Yeah, god, it's all your fault. Dumbasses." "Do you think you could ever forgive me?" "If I get more hugs out of it." She laughed. Blaine grinned and gave Rose another tight hug. "I've got plenty of those to share!" Rose grinned back, then went abruptly green. "No squeezy! Unless you want your back redecorated an interesting shade of Nauseous Green!" "Ah, no!" Blaine grabbed Rose's trash can, just in case. "Aim for not-me!" "Ick. Whatever. It's not like I have anything left to void." Still, she pulled away and settled over the trash can, similarly just in case. Blaine rubbed Rose's back in sympathy. "Poor Rosebud." "My own stupid fault, isn't it?" She looked miserably into the bottom of the bin. "I don't even know what the fuck I was playing at. I just got that email and then boom, wake up in the hospital feeling like shit." "From your mother?" Blaine asked quietly, smoothing his fingers over Rose's hair. She shook her head, about to tell him it was Mattie but aware of how likely that was to make matters exponentially worse. "Just some guy I had a fight with a while back. I blocked him and got a new email but I guess he found me." "Rosie..." Blaine wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her gently against his chest again. "He doesn't matter. Everyone who does matter loves you." "Heh. No idea why." She tried to sound like she was joking, and failed dismally. "Because you are megasuperawesomefoxyhot." "Oh, somebody's harbouring a crush." This time she WAS joking. "I was trying to quote the best musical ever," Blaine insisted. "You go on deluding yourself, dude, it'll only bring you pain." She grinned, feeling better just for his presence. "Denial, Blaine. Deniiiiiiiial." "I have a..." Blaine sniffed haughtily, but then he stopped to think, stroking his chin. "I don't know. Sorta a not-really boyfriend?" "How do you keep ending up with sorta-not-really boyfriends?" she asked, settling back on her pillows. "Seriously. Having one boyfriend is too complicated for me, I dunno how all you bastards handle polygamy" "well, we're mostly exclusive except for one freebie every month or so," Blaine explained. "but I don't think we're really boyfriends. Besides, I'm pretty sure we're over after graduation." "How'd'you figure?" Rose looked genuinely confused. Relationships were kind of shaky ground for her. "I mean, if you're exclusive and so on, that's a relationship, right?" "well, yeah, but..." Blaine touched a finger to Rose's lips "don't spread it around, but it's Noah." Had she been drinking, she would have spluttered liquid halfway across the room. "Seriously?! I thought Noah was like. Well. The only straight-ish guy at Dalton" "yeah, well..." Blaine shrugged. "I think the baby scare turned him off girls for now. We're just... Comforting each other these days." "Seriously? You're that miserable?" She didn't mean for it to come out as accusing or as insulting as it did. "Hey!" Blaine protested. "Noah's a good guy. And we're both in the same boat: all our friends are coupled up except is. That can get lonely." "I guess," Rose allowed. "It's not like I hate Noah's guts or anything, I just. You know. Didn't figure him as your type." Blaine shrugged again. "honestly, neither did I. But this whole Luke mess with Colby... Noah needs some comfort too." "Shit, man, who doesn't?" She sighed, flopping forward onto her elbows. "I guess I see your point. But why've you got to keep it quiet? It's not like anyone's got any right to rag on you, right?" "It's Noah," Blaine said in way of explanation. "I don't think he wants the whole school to know. And I'm cool with that too." "Yeah. Fair enough." She smiled at him, reaching out to scruff his hair. "Good for you." "Hey!" blaine protested, trying to dodge he hand. "not the hair!" "Why is everyone obsessed with my curls?" Blaine whined. "They're adorable," Rose replied, pinching his cheek. Blaine scrunched his nose up and stuck his tongue out at Rose. "Lookit the itsy-witsy ickle Warbler," she teased, trying not to laugh. "With his cute wittle cuuuurls." "Oh, if you weren't sick, I'd… I'd… I'd tickle you!" "You wouldn't dare, I would fucking shank you." "You wouldn't dare!" Blaine laughed, reaching out to ruffle Rose's own hair. "Nah," she admitted, leaning into his hand like a needy kitten. "It'd be like kicking a puppy. A puppy wearing a fucking cuddly love heart and handing out chocolate at random." "D'aww, Rosie, you sure know how to flatter a boy." Blaine continued to stroke Rose's hair, responding to the unspoken plea. "Oh fuck yes, it must be why you all love me so." "Definitely." "It all makes sense," Rose grinned, then leant forwards to give Blaine a quick hug. "Dude, you know I love you really." "and you know I love you too, sweetheart," Blaine assured her, hugging Rose back. "Blaine," Rose asked quietly after a moment, snuggling into his shoulder, "can I ask you something? Since you're here? "Of course," Blaine murmured, stroking Rose's shoulder. "Anything." "Did I fuck up? Making Ian stay?" Her voice was wavering slightly. "What if I make him worse?" "I don't know," Blaine admitted quietly. "I'm afraid you'll have to ask Ian that." He kissed her hair again, rubbing her shoulder. "I think you need him. I think he sees that." "I don't want him to stay because I need him. Fuck. I'd like him to stay becuse HE need ME" "I'm sure having you around does help him." Rose gave a bitter laugh. "Yeah. Makes him feel great having to rush me to hospital in the middle of the night, yeah?" "that tends to be a good sign for the strength of your relationship." "Yeah?" She sighed, massaging her hideously pounding temples. "He's getting fucking sick of me. He's just gonna start hating me, if I keep him here. He'd be within his rights to hate me." "Rosie, stop that," Blaine scolded. "He loves you. Trust him when he tells you that." "Yeah, now he loves me!" She flopped back, hands over her eyes. "How's he gonna feel when he breaks down and it's my fucking fault?" "Do you honestly believe he's going to break down?" Blaine asked. "I don't fucking know." She sighed. "He seems to think he will." "Then you need to believe he won't," Blaine said. "You have to be strong for him as he is for you."