PG, 400 words.
Just as Sam brings him another beer (not really Blaine’s drink, but since it’s a pub and he’s here with the guys, he figured he could compromise this time), Blaine’s phone rings.
It’s a crowded place and through all the noise Blaine has trouble hearing Kurt’s words, but after Kurt yells ‘Come home now please, it’s important’, Blaine shouts back that he’ll be on his way right away.
He hands his beer back to Sam with an apologetic face, and stands up.
“Hey, Blaine, where do you think you’re going, man?” Bruce asks him, and the others immediately chime in.
“Yeah, we just barely started, bud!”
“How about that darts competiton? Not cool!”
Blaine quickly gets into his coat, and ties a scarf around his neck.
“Sorry guys, just got a call from Kurt, it’s an emergency,” he says, getting on a glove. It gets stuck and he realizes he’s trying to shove it on the wrong hand.
“Since they married, Kurt’s got him under his thumb,” Jack says, shaking his head, and the guys laugh.
“Come on, Jack,” Blaine says, rolling his eyes, “That’s not true.”
“Yeah, he keeps running off to Kurt at the first call, like a dog on a leash,” Kyle shouts, and Blaine’s sure that Kyle already had too much, judging from his red cheeks and neck.
“I’m not…” Blaine wants to say, but the shouting and laughing gets louder, and he can’t even defend himself.
“That guy got your freedom, you’re not a mustang anymore,” Bruce states, as if he’s sharing some deep and dark wisdom, “You’re just a friggin’ pony.”
Everyone at the table laughs obnoxiously, except maybe Sam, who is guiltily staring at his beer.
“Shut up!” Blaine smashes his fist on the table to get the general attention, “I’m not some toy, I’m not some trapped spirit, okay? I’m a married man. Kurt doesn’t have my freedom, Kurt is my freedom. We’re each other’s freedoms.”
The guys get quiet, and their silence enrages Blaine even more.
“He would run to me too, if I called him in need,” Blaine states proudly, “It’s called trust, and if you’re all too shallow to understand that, well, I give you my regards.”
He takes his messenger bag, and prays that it doesn’t get stuck, because that would totally ruin his speech. It doesn’t, and when he storms out of the pub, he can see thought the hazy window, Sam giving him the thumbs up.