#damagebuilt

Mickey approached Dave before sitting anything aside or taking off his jacket.   He leaned up to give him a hard peck,   not on his tip toes at all.   He held up some bags.   ❝I brought burgers   . . .   and good news.❞  He said with a grin.

❝It’s not that bad.    You just have to get used to it.❞   Finn held out the sheet music,  squinting a little bit as he looked it over.    ❝I only learned because Rachel helped me a lot.   A lot.   I know she can be overbearing and demanding,  so it kinda makes you feel like crap when you learn stuff from her.    I guess I’m trying to say I’ll help you,  if you want.   You play guitar,  can’t you kinda read music?❞ 

❝Hey there,  hot stuff.   Got you a latte.❞   Sebastian gestured to the seat across from him.   He was surprised that Blaine had even agreed to meet with him.   After Sebastian had nearly blinded Blaine,  he hadn’t had to chance to  properly apologize.   Okay,  so he was  crap  at apologizing  (  he might have gone his entire life without doing it ) and he’d been putting off going any deeper than a literal  ‘ I’m sorry. ’    ❝Thanks for coming.❞

❝I  . . .  didn’t expect to see you ever again,  to be honest.❞   Finn attempted a look that was something a little bit  threatening,  maybe?   He wasn’t even sure,  because it wasn’t exactly in his nature to be  mean.   But his history with Jesse wasn’t exactly  nice.    ❝What do you want?❞

❝I know it’s weird for me to be your teacher because we were teammates.   And  I’m not really qualified for this position.   But I was co-captains with Rachel,  so I know what I’m doing   . . .    Even if Rachel made most of the decisions.❞   Finn shook his head.   So he wasn’t really helping his case.   He looked back at Artie,  a shoulder shrugging.   ❝I really care about Glee Club,  you know?   I’m not going to go screwing this up,  okay?❞ 

    “I think a whole day might be too much to ask for, but come with me.” It isn’t a question and the Charming Princess grabs his hand gently, tugging him down the corridor (currently unpopulated, given the early hour) and then out of the doors into the gardens, where everything is covered with a crisp layer of fresh snow and the dawn light is sparkling through the trees. She leads him down the stairs and into the gazebo and comes to a halt. “Listen.” She falls silent and with it comes the silence of the early morning, with animals hibernating or migrated to warmer climes, there is nothing save the soft rushing of water from the fountain and the barely-there sound of them breathing clouds of whiteness into the cold air. She closes her eyes. 

“You DESERVE to be treated with respect, yeah? Ain’t about if I had to, I’ve been that kid, and I ain’t letting it happen to anyone else.”

( sms ) Hey do you think you could cover my shift for me?( sms ) I think I might have a cold.