I thought I’d take a break from organizing my sheet music to drop in and say ‘hi’ to all the familiar faces around here! Plus Ellie seems to have made it her mission to gum at least one corner of every piece of paper I pick up, so I figured for the paper’s safety it was best to lock it away until nap time. If anyone’s got any good distraction techniques to get her away from paper I’m all ears; you’d have my undying gratitude.
[Jesse waits on the couch, having put Sherilynn down for a nap an hour ago. He wrings his hands a few times until he hears Blaine coming down the hall. He stands up, facing the door with tense anticipation. He can practically feel the look Blaine’s going to give him]
I’m glad it’s the weekend, but I’m also kinda bummed because the weekend marks the end of spring break for me. At least it’s a beautiful sunny day today here in New York. Whilst I enjoy my last two days free from classes and homework, you should send me some questions. I’d love to talk to you!
[To say Blaine was nervous was a bit of an understatement. Was he really about to go on a date with Sebastian Smythe? The thought seemed unreal to him. He always figured that his life would be spent with Kurt, that the two of them had a real life together. Until everything came crashing down, and then everything with Finn, his entire life took to a new direction. But here he was, deciding to try something new for a change. Maybe it would help, there was no other way to know then to try.]
[Grabbing his wallet and keys on his way out the door, Blaine was ready to go. Sure Breadstix wasn’t he best place, but it was a good place to have dinner for a first date. It seemed to be the only restaurant that anyone bothered to go to, and the food wasn’t all that bad. Putting the keys in and bringing the car to life, Blaine Anderson was ready to go on a real first date.]
Dalton…Dalton’s gone. I - I don’t…I - I’m not sure how to write this, it’s still…it’s…it feels wrong. There was an incident early this morning and a fire broke out. The fire service tried their best but Dalton Academy…is gone. As of right now the faculty are trying to figure out the best course of action. I - I don’t know what else to say…To the students who follow me the Principal will be in touch, but transfers to neighboring schools are looking to be the best option. I’m so sorry.
Blaine:tiptoed his way around the kitchen while making breakfast for him and a still asleep Hunter. After silently squealing over the cute collar for his still unnamed puppy, and feeling a bit bad for having to leave the party early, he figured making breakfast in bed for them both would be a good plan. A while later he had a tray ready with two plates on it, each one containing one boiled egg and toasts with jam, plus one bowl with freshly cut fruit for the two, two glasses of orange juice and two coffee cups. Having opened the door first, Blaine walked into the room quietly and placed the tray on the night stand, then sat on the bed and placed a single, soft kiss on the man's shoulder. "Morning, baby..."
It feels like it’s been ages since I last got on this thing. Then again, it also feels like I’ve been attending a never-ending funeral ever since Dalton burned down. I’m sure you’re all tired of hearing about it and have already encountered your own forms of grief, so I won’t go on about it. I know it sounds silly to say out loud (or well, type on screen), but I hope you’re all doing alright. Now that I no longer have an official teaching position at Dalton, it’s been a little difficult to keep in contact with my fellow ex–no, I can’t say it, it’s too terrible Warblers. And I never really considered myself to be in the fold with the new McKinley kids.
Can I just say a huge thank you to Quinn and Sam for looking after Ellie for a couple of hours the other day and giving us some much needed down time. I get the feeling she had a great time - she didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day. If Uncle Sam and Aunt Quinn want to spend some more time with her anytime soon I think she’d be a very happy camper.
So for my first Transfiguration assessment this term, Mr Schue gave me an Exceeds Expectations! I have never been more mortified in my whole schooling career. So I am officially beginning exam prep now. There’s no way on this Earth I’ll be getting that on any of my O.W.Ls never mind in Transfiguration. I think maybe I need to try and sweeten Mr Schue up a little bit. You’d think that being the top of his class and in his house would give me some kind of leeway but apparently not.
I’ve got a feeling today is going to be a nice day filled with books (the good kind) and peace and quiet and happiness; a weekend like this was well-deserved before school resumes tomorrow. How are all of you?