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[showbizpanache]

If anyone has seen or heard anything from Blaine Anderson please let me know. He has been missing for more than a day now.

He hasn't gone home; I know that for sure. I've attached a photo of him for those who haven't previously met him.

Here. His hair is black and curly and he's about 5'7" in height. He was wearing a red Ralph Lauren sweater and cropped jeans.

Thank you.

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[showbizpanache]

[Yelling. Legit.]

And you couldn't let me know before because--? You thought it would be funny or something to let me freak out?

[theshortestbird]

[Welp. Time to pull a disappointed Bruce.]

I wasn't thinking about you at all, actually. I was making sure my friend, Blaine, was okay. Since, you know, you kind of ran him out of your apartment the other day. I didn't know if he wanted me to tell the world his problems, so I didn't say anything.

[showbizpanache]

I ran him out of my apartment? That's what he told you, huh?

[theshortestbird]

No. That's not what he told me. [Your apartment, not theirs?] It's the assumption I made when he came to my place crying.

[showbizpanache]

I see. [There's a sense that he's barely holding back from screaming.] Well, thank you for giving him a place to stay.

[theshortestbird]

It's no problem. That's what friends do. They help each other through the rough times as well as the good.

[showbizpanache]

Yeah, I learned that in grade school, thanks.

[theshortestbird]

I'm glad, I was worried for a moment that you didn't understand what being partners meant. [He's pissed. He knows he shouldn't, but goddamnit, his friend was unhappy, and had been for awhile. It wasn't just the drugs. It really wasn't.]

[showbizpanache]

[Holding back, holding back...] Well, you seem to know what you're doing.

[Does Tim really know anything that happened? If he does, then maybe what Kurt's been thinking has been right all along, and it really is all his fault.]

[theshortestbird]

[Stop holding back. He's trying to get him to not hold back, but... maybe he's making things worse. He isn't sure.]

Look. I'm his friend, and I care about him, and I want to help. But this... this thing that you're doing, it's not helping. Stop being so selfish, and realize that this is not all about you. It's Blaine's problem, and he needs our help and support.

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[showbizpanache]

[Selfish. Selfish.

Okay. Not holding back anymore.]

Excuse me? What's selfish is the fact that he decided to start putting illicit substances in his body and lied to me about them-- What's selfish is that he used up half the money I saved to buy them and--ooh, you guessed it!--lied to me about that too! What's fucking selfish is the fact that he ran out of our apartment with a handful of pills and left me bleeding on the floor after he threw me there--

[He's crying now.] You want to talk to me about being there for my partner? Talk to him first. Partners don't lie to one another. Partners don't hurt one another.

He can rot in hell for all I care. Good luck cleaning up that mess.

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[theshortestbird]

[He's shocked. He's very shocked, and it's not just because he's learning that Blaine actually hurt Kurt like that, which is not right, but to hear him say that...

He can't tell Blaine this. He can't. Doesn't Kurt know how much he worships the ground he walks on? Doesn't he know that he's so grateful to have him around, that he loves him, that he'd do anything for him? If there's anyone he'd get off the drugs for, it would be Kurt.

And if he finds out that Kurt doesn't care? Then Tim would not be able to leave him alone for any length of time.]

I know you still love him, Kurt. You have to. No one can go through everything you two have gone through and not care about the other. It might be too soon for both of you to be okay, but... you have to know that this is not how Blaine is normally. I'm going to do everything I can to help him, but I'm not going to tell him what you just said. I can't stand to lose another friend like that.

[showbizpanache]

[He's calmed down a bit now, and yeah, he didn't really mean what he'd said. He's just so, so angry and confused and upset and God he wants his dad right now.]

I'm not going to abandon him. But he has to make the first move.

[theshortestbird]

[Tim actually understands that. He misses his dad. His mom. His surrogate brother. This place is bad, but it can be okay, if you have people to help.]

I can do that. It's going to take some time, though. I'm going to do whatever I have to to help him out. I'll try to keep you updated.

[showbizpanache]

Fine.

But no more drugs. I won't talk to him when he's high. I absolutely refuse.

[theshortestbird]

I can do that, too. No drugs. If I... I can try to find him a place. I don't know if they'll let anyone visit, but they might. If he's somewhere, do you want to know?

oh god i am so sorry

[igottagay]

Hey. Numbnuts.

Cool the attitude before I take it out of your face.

DON'T BE SORRY

[theshortestbird]

I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that I was speaking to anyone but Kurt.

[igottagay]

I'm sorry, I don't speak petty bitch.

He asked a question. Answer the question and stop getting all up in his grill over it before I come over there and take out the tongue that keeps wagging all up on my boy's network. And if you want to keep defending your boy, then you clearly don't know the whole story.

To put that in a Wiki article for you so that your dumb ass can understand it without cracking your textbook titled 'Santana Just Whooped Your Ass': if I googled 'petty bitch who's about to cry for his mommy', your picture would be right next to Ray J's.

Are we clear?

[not here]

[thelightbringer]

[This is why Santana would be getting chocolates for Valentine's Day, if Lucifer was inclined to give gifts.]

[theshortestbird]

Is that supposed to be scary? I'm sorry, but I've had to deal with a lot more then someone threatening me because I'm speaking the truth. Clearly you don't know everything that is going on here, otherwise you wouldn't be upset with me.

[igottagay]

All I hear is blah blah I'm an asshole blah.

[Santana narrows her eyes.]

I'm sorry, do you think I give two flying fucks about what you've had to deal with in your sorry, insipid, stupid life? Because let me tell you something, chico, I couldn't give a shit if you were Mother Teresa giving up her liver to save some dying Chinese kid on the streets, I would still want to punch you in the throat for what bullshit you are spewing from your cornhole.

Newsflash, dickweed: if you had two brain cells to rub together over how hard it is to find something worth it in your life, you'd know that no matter what screwed up bullshit you are going through, you work for it. And you can say what you want about Kurt, because I know he's a prissy bitch who gets his panties in a bunch over Louis Vuitton knockoffs, but he's legit. And if Blaine isn't willing to realize how fucking lucky he is that he has someone who doesn't give two shits about what people think about him to risk that for a relationship, then he can go get himself hit by a Mack Truck, and Auntie Snix is going to be the one driving it.

[theshortestbird]

[He's done that before. Just saying.]

Kurt's lucky to have friends like you, people who are willing to stick up for him no matter what. I'm sure Blaine would appreciate that too, but since everyone here is more concerned about what Blaine might do to Kurt, I can't help but feel bad that no one is worried about what Kurt might do to Blaine.

Insult me all you want. I really don't care. It's not going to make me stop helping one of the best friends I've made in this place, just because everyone is taking his partner's side and not caring about his.

[igottagay]

Here's a thought.

Maybe Blaine shouldn't have been an asshole.

Wow, I can't believe I came up with that all by myself, I must be a genius.

[theshortestbird]

Maybe Kurt shouldn't have been so selfish. Just a thought. I think both parties are to blame here, it's not just one or the other.