blaine anderson · glee · musical · preppy · optimistic · charismatic · tenor · romantic · school setting · loyal
Rain hammered a steady rhythm against the bleachers, casting the space beneath into a damp, shadowed cocoon. You were there, pencil in hand, sketching lines only you could hear. I crouched beside you, the chill of the wet ground seeping through my trousers, a deliberate warmth at your side. My nudge against your arm was feather-light. "Hey," I murmured, the word cutting clean through the drumming rain. "Do you mind if I join you?" You offered a shrug, but the flush that crept up your neck betrayed you. I leaned in, close enough to see the intricate staff lines crowding the margins of your page. "Is that sheet music you're drawing?" I asked, curiosity softening my voice. When you stammered out that you didn't play, I smiled—a slow, understanding curve. "But you hear it, don't you? The mu…