#thisisahrt

In hindsight, agreeing to film a recap at an ice rink may, now that you thought about it, have not been the best idea. Sure, you had a vague idea how to ice skate, but you weren’t necessarily the best at it. When you informed Blaine about this, he brushed it off, saying something about it being funny for the audience. When the day rolled around, your nerves started to get the better of you but, of course, the show had to go on. You managed to get yourself doing a couple laps, reciting your lines with Blaine and Brandon who were doing it with you. Finally, you were confident enough to do your bit. The camera started to roll and you skated for whilst Chris skated backwards, handling the machine like the pro he was. “Hey guys, welcome the RT Recap where this week, we’re at an ice rink! Before you continue we recommend you check out episode–” You never finished that sentence. Apparently, there could be little kinks in the ice. And those little kinks could be the demise of some people. Prime example: you. The next thing you remembered was waking up to a very cold back and a very painful leg. You let out a low whine of pain, trying to move it and resulting in further agony. “Aw f-fuck…” you stuttered out, eyes flickering open to see a very concerned Brandon above you. “Hey, (Y/N), can you hear me?” “Of course I can fucking hear you. What happened?” you said, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks as you adjusted to the pain shooting up from your ankle to your knee. “You slipped on the ice, we’re just gonna get you into my car then we’ll take you to the hospital.” Brandon’s low tone didn’t comfort you at all, if anything it stressed you out, making you want to punch him. “Ugh, fine whatever, just be careful please.” By now you had tears streaming down your cheeks and you were choking back whines. Turns out, being careful with someone with an injured leg wasn’t that easy. Blaine and Aaron managed to carefully get you to Brandon’s car without much incident, although sliding you off the rink without pushing you into a wall seemed to be a challenge for them. Once you were safely tucked into the back of Brandon’s mom’s van, another vehicle had pulled up next to you. At that point you weren’t worried about other patrons of the ice rink and more worried about getting your aching leg fixed up. Someone had handed you a hot chocolate and you focused on the soothing aroma rather to the searing discomfort in your leg. “(Y/N)!” A familiar faded Jersey accent pulled you from your thoughts, causing you to jump and promptly wince at the movement of your ankle. “Shit, sorry.” You looked up at a nervous looking Michael, sticking his head into the open driver’s door. “I-it’s okay.” How were you going to scold the guy you had a crush on? Especially when he was standing there with his fucking frazzled hair and his fucking flushed face and his dumb over-sized sweatshirt. “I came as soon as I heard you got hurt, are you okay? Sorry, stupid question. How’re you feeling?” You shrugged, trying not to shake him and scream that you were in pure agony. “Okay, I guess. It hurts like a bitch, but I think I’ll live.” Because you were spread out along the backseat, Michael had to retreat to his own car as Brandon and Blaine drove you to the hospital at long last. ~~~~~~~ Three days of bedrest. What were you going to do with three days of bedrest? You couldn’t walk without crutches and you could barely walk with them which ruled out the idea of popping out to the shops. You were literally stuck in your apartment for three days. Somehow you fell asleep on the first night, despite the dull throbbing in your leg. The next morning, there was a loud knock at your door, jolting you from your rest. Taking your time, you stood and carefully headed to the front door on your crutches. Warily, you unlocked the door and said something about it being open. Moments later, your favorite New Jerseyian was standing in front of you, shopping bags in either hand. “(Y/N)! I was starting to get fuckin’ worried, you took your sweet time.” You snorted, rolling your eyes and sliding onto a barstool. “Well, in case you didn’t know, my leg is broken, asshole. And you woke me up.” His eyes genuinely filled with concern at the last statement. “Shit, really? Sorry, I, uh, assumed you’d be awake.” You shook your head with a smirk. “Not good enough, Jones.” He grinned and placed on of the bags on the countertop, spilling the contents across the bar. They contained about fifteen different painkillers, twelve different flavors of soup and a teddy bear. You gasped quietly and picked it up, examining the soft toy. You looked up to see Michael making himself busy with the other bag, which seemed to be full of generic groceries. “Michael…” you murmured, eyeing the blushing boy. “Yeah, yeah, shuddup,” he said, turning to face but not making eye contact. “I know it’s cheesy, but I thought it would be nice for you to, ya know, have a friend in this trying time.” “That’s...really sweet. Thank you Mikey.” You said his nickname quietly and caught his eye. “Dun call me that,” he responded, but not in his normal loud brash voice. This one was a quiet almost lispy whisper. “Come here.” You beckoned him over to you. Once he was standing before you, you grabbed his collar and pulled him down to you in a messy kiss. His large hands caressed your cheeks once they caught up with the program. The kiss itself was magical, his lips molding into yours, your noses just bumping against each other. Unfortunately, you needed to breathe so, reluctantly, you pulled away. Up close you could examine Michael’s many freckles, the dimples that showed when he was smiling and his squinted eyes that glinted. “You’re gorgeous,” you whispered, hooking your arm around his neck. “Ohmygodstopit!” he said in a faux high pitch voice. You laughed and connected your lips once more, so thankful he had decided to drop by today.

You tugged your favourite RT beanie over your horrific bed hair and smoothed out your old ‘People Like Grapes’ shirt, smiling slightly at the thought of your goofy boyfriend who was currently fast asleep behind you. Today was May 16th, exactly a week from said boyfriend’s birthday, and you were heading out with Michael to find a good present for him. Once you finished your final touch ups, you grabbed your purse and headed for the door.“(Y/N)?” You paused, silently cursing and spinning around to face your drowsy lover.“Hey, babe.”“Where ya’ headed?” You quickly ran over several excuses in your head, none of them seeming to fit in with this situation.“I, uh, I’m just h-heading out with, uh, Ashley, morning brunch with my favourite girl, you know?” you stuttered out, praying he wouldn't ask any more questions. Thankfully he seemed half asleep and barely conscious.“M’kay,” he murmured, before snuggling back into your pillow. You thanked the heavens and rushed to the front door where you had been informed Michael would be waiting. Sure enough, he was standing behind the wood, looking down at his phone. His head shot up and he smiled widely.“Ey, (Y/N)! Let’s go.” You greeted him and shut the door, but not before the sound of Michael’s distinct voice echoed around the house and specifically to Gavin’s half-conscious ears.~~~~~~~~~~~~You didn’t want to sneak around behind Gavin’s back, you really didn’t, but there really wasn’t any other way. You had spent at least half the day walking around the mall with Michael, discussing different ideas and whatever topic happened to come up. Just as you went to sit down for lunch, you saw a familiar flop of dirty blonde hair.“Gavin’s here!” you squeaked, pulling Michael into the nearest clothing stall and attempting to duck behind some racks.“What the fuck, why is here?” Michael muttered, sounding slightly pissed. You desperately racked your brain as to reasons why he would possibly be here, coming up with nothing.“I don’t know, maybe he’s just shopping?” You shrugged and watched him scan the area he was standing before walking towards the shop you were in. You internally groaned and watched Michael’s shoulders sag.“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered, creating a plan on how to get out. Just as you began to think of a way to get out involving the shop dummies and a couple coat hangers, Michael grabbed your balled up fist and pulled you towards the exit where you legged it all the way out to the car.“Did he – Jesus I’m unfit – did he see us?” you gasped out, reaching for the water bottle in your purse. He shook his head.“I don’t think so, he seemed focused on that weird pink shirt thing at the front.” You giggled. Just your boyfriend’s style. Ugly golf polos or a shirt with something he said printed on the front.“Do you want to just get Whataburger and eat at my place? I got X-men on blu-ray yesterday.” He laughed at your offer and nodded, motioning for you to hop in the car. The last thing Gavin saw as he wandered out of the shopping centre was Michael’s mop of curls ducking into his car, joined in the passenger seat by you.~~~~~~~At this point, Gavin was getting uncomfortable. Why couldn’t you just say you were going out with Michael for the day, he wouldn’t of minded. It was just the fact that you were currently sneaking around with him, and avoiding Gavin at all costs. Gavin himself half expected to come home to you and Michael entangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat. ~~~~~~~Michael left around five minutes before Gavin arrived back home and you could see he was physically fuming. “Whoa there Gavino, what’s up?” You used his old nickname and watched his face soften slightly as you switched off the television and walked over to him.“Uh, where were you today?” he asked, a little uncertainty in his voice.“Out, baby, why?” You desperately wanted to avoid the subject, not wanting to spoil the fact that you had gotten him a gift. You had both agreed at the beginning of the relationship that gift giving was overrated and we shouldn’t really do it. Except you missed the excitement (and stress) of giving people gift, and you knew Gavin did too. You had hoped that this would trigger more gifts to be given more often.“Well, I happened to see you and Michael out at the mall today. You never mentioned anything about being with him today.” You almost laughed out loud at his accusation, but he wasn’t done. “Are you seeing him, (Y/N)? Are you cheating on me, with a married man? (Y/N), why would you cheat on me? You’re my little everything.” By the end of his statement, his voice had cracked and you could see his piercing green eyes cloud. You covered your mouth and ran towards him, wiping the tear that had escaped before pulling him into a close hug that he rejected at first before settling for crying on your shoulder.“No, no, no, no, Gav, I would never cheat on you, you dork.”“Then what were you doing out with Michael, love?” Gavin sobbed in a small voice.“Oh baby, I wasn’t gonna tell you.” You sighed, pulling back to look in his eyes. “I was looking for your birthday present.” You saw relief wash over his eyes before it was covered by a cringe.“Oh my God, I feel like a right mong right now, I’m sorry I overreacted.” You giggled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss to his chaste lips.“I would never, ever cheat on you Gav. I love you far too much.” He smiled and kissed you again.“I like kissing you,” he mumbled. You blushed slightly and chuckled.“I like kissing you too,” you replied and once again pressed your lips back together, enjoying the simple heat that his body was radiating and the quiet tick of the clock in the background.