fired up // blaine

[SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] my mouth is frozen so I can't even speak what a disappointment, I had it perfectly what i was going to bring up suddenly stood like a stone as you stood quietly you're making it hard for me - - - - - - - - - ► all i can do is freeze Football was one of the few things in life that got Sam Evans all riled up (second on that list were certain members of the female gender, but he wasn't about to get into that). He was one of those types of fans who would yell at the screen when he was watching a game on TV and his team was losing, or who would be calling plays as he saw them. It was rare that he ever got tickets to a real game, especially with his family's situation, but his mom had won a bet at work - a small job that she wasn't really getting paid for anyways - and bought him the tickets as a late birthday present. Naturally, Sam had tried to refuse, saying that they needed the money for other stuff a lot more than he needed it for Ohio State football game tickets, but his mom wouldn't take them back and had forced them to go. He'd thought about selling them secondhand, but he knew there was no way his mom wouldn't be mad if she found out, so out of guilt, he'd decided to go to the game. The game hadn't even started yet when the bus dropped him off, which Sam thought was pretty lucky, since he was usually late for everything. He still felt bad that his mom had spent her money on the tickets, but Sam couldn't help but feel a little excited to be at a football game. It was his first real one since he was a little kid - his dad had taken him to an NFL game when he was ten, and he'd been over the moon about it. But that was back when they actually had money to spare for things like that. Now it was even more exciting, because it was so rare that he was even there. Sure, it was a college game, but it was still pretty cool that he even had tickets in the first place, no matter how bad he felt about it. On the way to his seat, Sam was starting to get really hyped up when he bumped shoulders with someone, a complete accident. "Sorry, dude," he mumbled, turning a little red. He just hoped it wasn't some angry member of a fraternity, or worse - that it was a girl and he'd called her a dude. He knew how bad that could get, when there were mix-ups like that. Sure, he could explain the misunderstanding, but he really didn't want to have to bother with that, so he just prayed to God that it was a guy he'd bumped into...a good-natured guy who wouldn't give him a hard time about it. all I need is just a little emotion TAGS: BLAINE WARBLER , WORDS: 453 , LYRICS: LIGHTS - ICE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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[BLAINE JOSEPH ANDERSON]

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to begin,

somewhere
only we know

When people thought of Blaine Anderson, invariably, they considered him as the charismatic front man of the Warblers. They saw him as the cute boy with the curly locks and boyish grin, as the gentlemanly boyfriend of McKinley's Kurt Hummel. Few saw him as a rabid, and mildly obsessed football fan, both collegiate and professional. Maybe it was the residual from all those attempts his father made to get him involved in more traditionally masculine activities. As a result of that, Blaine was quite adequate in trades generally associated with heterosexual males, including car repair, football, and eating steak. His boyfriend, well, he was not much of a fan of the great American past times, not even really in the uniforms.

For that reason, Blaine was actually at this game by his lonesome. Not that he minded. Everything had been so crazy lately, what with school starting, trying to manage his responsibilities with the Warblers, and constantly driving back and forth to Lima to see Kurt, and the boy had hardly had an opportunity to just relax. He was always going somewhere. It was nice to just let his hair down, watch a football game and do things on his own schedule. Having purchased a giant sized cherry coke, he blended in quite nicely with the screaming fans. He blended in quite nicely, that is, until some fumbling, clumsy body bumped into him, causing the cherry drink to spill all over the Prada suede shoes Kurt had bought him.

"Sorry dude," the clumsy voice said, Blaine turned around, his eye brows raising in surprise as he recognized the culprit. Flashing that famed boyish grin, he shook his head. "Oh, hey Sam. I wasn't expecting to see you here. Don't worry about it," he said, extending a hand for the other boy to shake. "What brings you here?" Blaine liked Sam, from what he knew, but that was not a whole lot. He knew that he had dated quite a few of the other girls in New Directions, and that his family had been living in a motel, according to Kurt. He seemed like a good enough guy, but they had never had much reason to get to know each other. Regardless, he could use another football buddy.

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Some words, Sam, outfit, NOTES
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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[SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] my mouth is frozen so I can't even speak what a disappointment, I had it perfectly what i was going to bring up suddenly stood like a stone as you stood quietly you're making it hard for me - - - - - - - - - ► all i can do is freeze "Man, sorry; you spilled your drink....I didn't mean to...oh...hey, Blaine!" It had just registered in the blonde's mind that he actually recognized the guy he'd bumped into - what were the odds of that? Sam thought Blaine was a pretty cool guy, so he wasn't disappointed to have run into him...just surprised. He didn't mean to have such a stereotypical view of gay guys - and maybe it was just too much time hanging out with Kurt talking - but he hadn't ever really considered that they could be into normal guy stuff like sports. Of course, how many gay guys did he know? A grand total of two, maybe? Kurt and Blaine both? Sam didn't know much about Blaine - they'd met twice, once at prom and another time at Rachel's party...of course, they'd both been senselessly drunk then, so would that even really count as a meeting? He didn't think so. He just hoped he wasn't here with another guy or something. But he wasn't about to ask, because that would be weird. Sam reached out to shake the hand Blaine had offered him. "What brings you here?" "Oh, football - well, duh. But the tickets were a late birthday present from my mom," he explained, not really bothering to elaborate because he wasn't sure whether Blaine knew about his family living in the motel and all. They didn't go to school together, and Sam wasn't sure how much Kurt would've told him. Kurt was pretty trusting, or so it seemed, but he was also really respectful of people's personal space and stuff. He wouldn't go blabbing things - no matter how much of a gossip he was - if he knew it would upset somebody. If he didn't know, that was a different story, but that wasn't the case with his family. So he just dropped the thought. "What about you?" Sam asked, his eyebrows knitting together in curiosity. He honestly wondered about Blaine's motivations for being at a football game. The Warbler was the last guy Sam had expected to see here - not that he had expected to see anyone he knew - so he was a little skeptical but also curious as to what brought him here in the first place. After all, he definitely wouldn't have guessed him as a football type of guy, but now that he thought of it, Sam thought he might have seen him and Kurt at one of their games last fall....but the memory was too fuzzy to really remember the details. The one thing he could remember well was that it had been the game when his shoulder had been dislocated by some huge linebacker a la Finn Hudson's stupid play idea. That's why you always listen to the coach, Sam thought, gritting his teeth together. He and Finn were friends now, but he still didn't really remember that particular game all that fondly. all I need is just a little emotion TAGS: BLAINE WARBLER , WORDS: 486 , LYRICS: LIGHTS - ICE template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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