#all:jeff

How is it disturbing?

It's a song title by Death Cab for Cutie. It makes me nostalgic for the days of being a Dalton Warbler. Makes me think of the ways we still gather and support. The ways we'll probably be old and gray, scattered here, there, and everywhere, thinking back on those times fondly and wondering where the time has gone.

@jeff--sterling​

Hunter arrived at the coffee shop promptly, skin sun skissed, hair still slightly damp and pushed back off his face.  He wore a white tee that showed off the tan skin, and a pair of jeans that were equal parts comfortable yet fitted.  Spotting the tall blonde, Hunter made his way over, leaning with his arms braced against the back of the chair before flashing a wide grin.  “Ah, I’ll admit I had a thought while swimming my laps that perhaps you were just teasing me yet again and I’d get here and you wouldn’t be,” he said.

Sebby and I. Duh.

He had a couple of really selfless moments. Which really isn't easy as a teenager; and some of them he tried to keep to himself. But when you know, you know.

Blaine: Hey! I slipped the music for Hunter's birthday serenade under your and Nick's door.

Blaine: Hey, so I had a little talk with Hunter yesterday, former Captain to new Captain and he's willing to entertain the idea of a break from the uniform.

Blaine: He feels the uniform is needed, gives a sense of cohesion and gives all of us the sense of pride of wearing the Dalton crest; and I said we weren't looking to necessarily get rid of that. Just make it more unique, comfortable, and fitting with the sense of our set list.

darejeffwarbler:

Oh, come on, really? Who doesn’t?