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Circle of Fifths (1a/6)


Rating: PG-13

Words: ~6300

Summary: Five Glimpses into Blaine Anderson's life, plus the first glimpse ever.

Author's Note/Disclaimer: Everything I know about the Deaf community and deafness in general I learned, as usual, on the internet and talking to lovely people on the internet who were willing to share with me. I hope I've done okay here. I also know that cochlear implants are controversial, but I did my best with what I could learn via research.

In other news, I'd like to thank my betas preciousmellow and countess7 for talking me through yet another fic. Their patience is the stuff of wonder.


And finally, here's a simliar version of a certain song Matt & Blaine sing in this chapter.



Chapter 1- A glimpse at 45 (October, 2039)

To: Dad, Daddy From: Addie
Date: Wed, Oct 19, 3:38pm
Subject: If you love me, you will let me go.

Dear Poop and Dumdum,

Greetings and salutations.

I am writing to you with regards to an upcoming musical event that I would like to attend. It is on Thursday, November 3rd at 9:00 pm at a small musical venue in New York City. I think it would be a good cultural experience, and something of a good faith mission, should you allow me to proceed with my plans. As in, it would show that you have good faith in me, and my ability to be an independent young woman.

Fear not, fathers! I would not be attending alone. I would have an entourage of other like-minded young people with me. (including the boy I’m currently in love with.)

In conclusion, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY LET ME GO TO THIS CONCERT. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU. I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO.

Sincerely yours,
Adelaide Anderson-Hummel the First.

~~~~~

To: Kurt, From: Blaine
Date: Wed, Oct 19, 4:53 pm
Subject: You know.

PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME HAVE TO SAY NO. I HATE SAYING NO KURT. I KNOW IT’S MY TURN BUT I CAN’T.

~~~~~

To: Blaine, From Kurt
Date: Wed, Oct 19, 5:09 pm
Subject: re: You know.

I was waiting for this email. You’re so predictable.

And of course you have to say no. If you don’t say no, then I guess she’s going to this concert, and her inevitable death and/or resulting jail time will be solely your responsibility.

~~~~~

To: Kurt, From: Blaine
Date: Wed, Oct 19, 5:22 pm
Subject: re: You know.

I don’t like you.

But I love you.

Do you want Thai for dinner?

~~~~~

To: Addie, From: Daddy
CC: Dad
Date: Wed, Oct 19, 6:01 pm
Subject: re: If you love me, you will let me go.

Dear Adelaide the First,

It’s because we love you that we can’t let you go.

You’re only 15. The city is huge. Many of your friends are imbeciles. It would be poor parenting to let this happen.

Our answer is no. We’re sorry, we know you want to go. We’re willing to compromise. Maybe next time there’s a concert you want to go to, you can run it by us, and we’ll take you and a few of your friends?

We’d offer to do it this time, but I checked and the tickets are already sold out.

Love always,
Poop and DumDum

~~~~~

“Hey there,” Kurt says, walking into the kitchen, giving Blaine a peck on the cheek.

Blaine turns around and holds up his finger in a one second gesture.

“Beef pad thai, shrimp spring rolls, chicken pad king, and pineapple fried rice,” he says into the phone, his speech slow and precise, and then listens to the person on the other end. “How long? Thanks.”

He puts the phone down, and smiles at Kurt.

“That was some good phone you just gave,” Kurt teases.

Blaine rolls his eyes. “I hate the phone.”

“You could have ordered online.”

Blaine stares him down. “Why must you tease mmm-me so?”

“You don’t always have to talk on the phone. It’s not actually laziness, or fear, or whatever. Sometimes I order online.”

Blaine shrugs, and settles on one of the kitchen stools. “It’s b-b-better if I try.”

“Of course. You work hard at it. You don’t have to tell me how hard you try.” Kurt leans on the counter next to him, catching Blaine’s eye.

Every time Kurt looks at Blaine these days, all he can think is how well his husband is aging. How even with the gray forming at Blaine’s temples, and the laugh lines by his eyes, he could just as easily be 35 as 45. And how did they get so old anyway? Kurt still feels 20 half the time.

“We’re b-b-being shunned,” Blaine tells him, changing the subject.

“I figured,” Kurt says with a sigh.

“I asked her what she wanted for d-dinner, and she told me new parents.”

“She’s such a drama queen.”

“She is indeed.”

“Where’s Declan?”

Blaine glances at the clock. “Next door, but he should be home s-s-soon. I texted him about dinner.”

“Where’s the dog?”

“Um, hiding from Addie’s wrath? Sleeping sssss-somewhere? Poor Pic is getting old,” Blaine says with a frown.

They hear a door slam above them.

“Sounds like our little angel is emerging,” Kurt says with a smile.

“Are you ready for this?”

“I was born ready,” Kurt says, leaning in to kiss Blaine.

“Ew, you are both gross,” Addie says, stomping into the room a moment later.

“I thought you weren’t speaking to us?” Blaine asks innocently.

“I’m not. But I’m never above reprimanding you for making out in the kitchen.”

“Addie, sweetie,” Kurt starts.

She looks at him, tight lipped, and crosses her arms. Blaine can’t help but think how much she looks like Kurt when she does that. She might have gotten her blond hair elsewhere, but her icy blue eyes, facial expressions, and mannerisms are pure Hummel.

“We really think it’s for the best,” Kurt continues. “You’re too young. End of story.”

“How old were you the first time you went to a concert?” She levels this question at Blaine, who grins.

“Ha! I was like 20. I went w-w-w-with Matt. You won’t win your argument that way.”

“And you?” she says to Kurt.

“Well, I was in high school. But it was Ohio. And it was a stadium concert. I was with Uncle Finn and Rachel and like 10 other people. It was not an intimate venue in the city on a school night. There were no creepy train stations involved or back alley drug deals.”

“There won’t be any back alley drug deals!” Addie protests.

“Buh-buh-buh-ut there will be imbecile friends,” Blaine chimes in.

“Well, I did go with Puck,” Kurt confesses.

“I’m trying to help. This is, is, is no time to b-b-b-bring up Puck.”

They turn their attention back to Addie, who is not looking assuaged.

“Whatever, you two are nerds.”

They both shrug.

Declan comes through the back door then, a whirl of autumn air coming with him.

He smiles and waves.

“Don’t mess with Addie tonight,” Blaine signs.

You can mess with me,” Addie signs. She speaks too. She’s better at speaking and signing. And they’ve always taken a Total Communication approach with Declan, so it works for them. “These two aren’t allowed to mess with me.”

“What did they do?” Declan asks, also speaking and signing.

Declan’s speech is good these days, getting better all the time Blaine thinks.

Sometimes he worries that they should have waited longer to get him the first cochlear implant, waited for Declan to be old enough to make the decision himself, but when he hears how well Declan speaks he can’t help but feel like they made the right decision to do the implant just before Declan turned five.

He knows Kurt never waivers in their decision, but Kurt doesn’t know as much about Deaf culture. Not that Blaine is an expert, but his minor in sign language and his years in special education have given him a different perspective.

“Well for starters, they called my friends i-m-b-e-c-i-l-e-s,” she finger spells. “Not sure what the sign for that is.”

Declan shrugs. “That’s the truth. Some of them are.”

“And on top of that,” Kurt says, turning to face Declan, signing and speaking. His signs are a bit slower than Addie’s or Blaine’s. And definitely slower than Declan’s. “We told her she couldn’t go to a concert in the city.”

It took Kurt longer to learn sign language than he would have liked. He still feels like he should be better at it, quicker, more adept. He knows the signs and he understands the language, but his fingers are cumbersome. He feels like he’s completely fluent but has a really terrible accent. Blaine assures him, time and again, that he’s a really great signer, but Kurt thinks Blaine might be a bit biased.

Declan raises an unimpressed eyebrow, and scratches his nose.

“Aren’t you on my side?” Addie demands.

Declan shakes his head.

“You do realize I’m paving the way for you. They won’t let you do anything fun, but if I make them set certain precedents now, you’re going to have a lot easier time when you want to start going out,” Addie explains snippily.

Declan narrows his eyes, thinking about this and then turns back to his dads.

“You should let her go,” he says, definitively.

Blaine signs something quickly to Declan, who signs something back.

“Poop’s gonna give me 20 bucks to be on his side. What do you have to offer?” Declan asks Addie, with a smirk on his face.

Kurt bursts out laughing. “We are not above bribery,” he says.

Blaine nods in agreement.

Declan puts his hand out, wanting payment immediately.

“I don’t negotiate with terrorists,” Addie says, turning on her heel and marching back to her room.

“Does that mean you don’t want the pineapple fried rice I ordered for you?” Blaine calls out behind her. He finds he barely stutters when he signs and speaks.

She pauses on the stairs, and comes back into the kitchen slowly.

“Tell me more about this pineapple fried rice.”

Kurt nods. “We’re not above bribing you to be our friend again.”

Addie nods, defeated, and leans against the wall. “I just really wanted to go.”

“I know, Addie-girl,” Kurt says, pulling her into a hug.

The lights flash, signaling the doorbell.

Declan puts out his hand again, gesturing towards the door with the other.

“Give a decent tip,” Blaine signs.

Kurt moves to the refrigerator to get drinks out for everyone, and Addie leans against the counter.

Blaine starts poking her in the arm. “Are you still mad at me?” he asks, continuing to poke her.

“Daddy,” she starts seriously. “Are you aware that you’re more annoying than my little brother? How do you feel about that?”

“I feel like I’m going to continue you b-b-b-bothering you until you forgive me. It’s not easy be-be-be-being the bah-b-bad guy.” This time he pokes her in the side, the way he used to when she was little.

She gives him a slightly withering look, but then rolls her eyes and can’t help but smile.

“Fine,” she huffs. “I forgive you. I can’t believe you bribed Dec, turning my brother against me.”

Declan comes into the room, carrying their food.

“Traitor!” Addie yells at him. “Saboteur!”

He looks at her wide eyed.

“I really needed that 20 bucks,” he explains.

Addie and Declan rarely fight with each other. They have a fascinating sibling dynamic. Addie, when she’s in big sister mode, is protective and kind to Declan. But there are other times when all she really wants is for him to be on her side, forgetting that he’s no longer the little boy that used to follow her around and bow to her every wish. It’s unusual when Declan goes against her, but more and more recently he has his own opinion and agenda, much to Addie’s chagrin. Blaine looks forward to later when he and Kurt will have a chance to discuss Declan’s rare rebellion against Addie.

They settle in at the table to eat, discussing their day, talking, signing, getting louder and louder.

“I’m thinking about doing the, the, the Turkey Trot this year. Wanna r-r-r-run with me, Dec?” Blaine asks, mid-meal.

“Yes!” Declan exclaims. “Yes. I love that one.”

“We’re gonna have to train a b-b-b-bit. You haven’t been running with me since be-be-be-fore your surgery.”

“I can do it. I wanna do it,” Declan affirms. “We’ve been running the mile in gym and everything’s been fine.”

“Good,” Blaine smiles. He loves having running to bond with Declan over. “What were you doing next d-d-d-door this afternoon?”

Declan laughs. “We were playing indoor baseball.”

“That sounds like a terrible idea,” Kurt says.

“They’re getting laminate floors put in their basement tomorrow,” Declan explains. “So everything is all cleaned up and pushed aside. It was Nerf baseball anyway.”

“That sounds mmmm-marginally safer,” Blaine admits.

~~~~~

A moment of Declan

I really want to ask my dads if I can play baseball. Like real baseball, not just baseball in Jack’s basement. But sometimes they’re a little … overprotective. I know they just worry about me, I think I really do get that. But sometimes I feel like I hold myself back a little bit just to make sure they’re okay. Like I worry about how much they worry about me.

And that’s not really how it’s supposed to be, right? The kid isn’t supposed to be worried about the parents, right?

I wonder if maybe I should have been on Addie’s side with the concert thing. Then maybe she’d be on my side after I ask them if I can play baseball. And if they said no at first, she would have helped me explain it to them. Why it’s a good idea.

And I mean, I already looked it up. There’s no reason for me not to play baseball just because of my implants. It shouldn’t be a big deal. I just don’t want them to make it a big deal.

I hope they don’t make it a big deal.

~~~~~

“Can I play baseball in the spring?” Declan asks.

Kurt and Blaine look at eachother and smile. They’re thrilled that Declan wants to join a team. He’s a bit of a loner, happy to spend most of his time with Jack, who lives next door. But this is the first time he’s shown any kind of interest in joining something himself. Not that Kurt and Blaine haven’t encouraged him to join team or clubs over the years, but Declan has always been a bit hesitant about groups.

But this, his interest in joining the baseball team, strikes them as very good news.

“Of course,” Kurt says, without a moment’s hesitation.

“Without a doubt,” Blaine agrees.

Declan smiles and hums happily.

~~~~~

Anderson-Hummel Residence.

Hey Addie-girl.

Hi Mama.

What’s wrong?

The dads won’t let me go to a concert.

I’m sure they have a very good reason.

Well, your son called my friends imbeciles.

That wasn’t very nice of him.

It wasn’t. Thank you for agreeing with me.

But he’s usually a very nice guy, so I have a feeling he just wasn’t expressing himself very well. Is he close by so I can reprimand him?

Yes. He is. And thank you, grandmother. Love you.

You’re welcome, Adelaide. Love you, too.

Whatever she ssss-said is a lie.

Hello to you too, bud.

Hi Mamacita.

Pretend I’m reprimanding you for calling Addie’s friends imbeciles.

[Blaine chokes on a laugh.] Yes, mom. I’m sss-sorry, mom. I won’t do that ever again, mmm-mom.

Good work. Aside from this concert argument with Addie, how are things?

Things are great. We just finished up dinner.

Good. How’s Declan?

He’s good. He’s b-b-b-back in the swing of things after getting the, the, the new implant activated. He’s really, really good.

And Kurt?

Well, I’m a little bit b-b-b-biased, buh-buh-ut he’s perfect.

And you?

I’m a little b-b-bit perfect myself.

Good. I miss you lately.

I’m sorry, mom. We’ll be out for, for, for Thanksgiving.

Oh, I know, and I swear I’m not trying to guilt you. I’m just tired of your father.

[Blaine chuckles, but stays quiet, he knows she’s just getting started.]

He’s so whiny lately. He’s never been whiny. Usually he’s so stoic. But the pain medicine they gave him for his hip is just making him such a … such a … Well, Blaine. He’s being a complete, I don’t even know. I can’t think of a word. I need to talk to more people. I’m spending too much time in the house. I’m losing touch with any decent vocabulary words.

So, go out with Aunt Kathy for lunch. He can take care of himself for a couple hours, r-r-right?

I suppose. I guess I just worry about him falling.

Just a thought, b-b-but maybe you should have worried more b-b-be, before you made him move the hutch.

That wasn’t my idea! That was his idea! I said I needed to clean behind it and that I would wait for Cooper to come over. But he took it upon himself. He was being pigheaded.

You r-r-realize you could get sssss-someone to come hang out with him while you go out? You dah-dah-dah-d-don’t have to leave him there alone?

Oh, he would just love that. A babysitter!

Just one of his friends! Or one of the kids. Call Cooper, ssss-see what Sabine’s up to. She could come over after school one afternoon and, and, and give you some time to yourself.

That does sound nice...

And when w-w-w-we’re there for Thanksgiving, we’ll give you a full d-d-day to yourself. Heck, two full days.

You’re a nice boy. Wait, what?

[Blaine is quiet again while he hears muttering in the background.]

Oh, for the love of God, I have to go. He dropped the remote control in between the couch and table and he can’t reach it.

Alright, mom. Love you, try not to drah-drah-drive yourself crazy.

Alright, alright, love you too. And love to Kurt and the kids.

Don’t kill dad. I kind of love him, too.

Fine. Bye, bud.

Bye Mom.

Part B


Comments

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fara1903
Dec. 17th, 2012 02:58 pm (UTC)
So glad to see they are still together and have started a family!
xxxraquelita
Dec. 17th, 2012 03:32 pm (UTC)
I LOVE THEIR CHILDREN. /bounces off to the next part/
awpoophead
Dec. 17th, 2012 06:53 pm (UTC)
I AM DRUNK ON ADDIE
I'm not gonna lie, Sandy dearest. The very mention of her name makes my face break into a shit-eating grin [see? I learned something!].
Also I'm a total sucker for that "Dad and Daddy".
AND SHE CALLS HER PARENTS POOP AND DUMDUM
WHAT A PERFECT KID
WE ARE BEST FRIENDS I'D LIKE TO REMIND YOU. OUR COWS OR WHATEVER STUFFED ANIMAL SHE OWNS ARE HAVING SLEEPOVERS AND PAINTING THEIR NAILS TOGETHER
ALSO TEA PARTIES
"Greetings and salutations" I AM NEVER GOING TO FINISH READING THIS IF YOU KEEP SLAPPING ME WITH AWESOMENESS
She is my queen. My only regret in life is that I'm not as cool as she is [and probably too old to even try]. This email is perfect and although you've sent it to me before I'm still 8765667% in love and excited about it
"Fear not, fathers!" I love you so much
"I would have an entourage of other like-minded young people with me. (including the boy I’m currently in love with.)" STOP BEING SO PRECIOUS
SHE'S SO MUCH LIKE HER DADS I'M DYING
"Adelaide Anderson-Hummel the First." I hate you for creating another perfectly awesome person I would never be able to actually hang out with. Sigh.
OH MY GOD I AM LAUGHING SO HARD JESUS
THEY ACTUALLY HAVE TURNS I AM CRYING
POOR BLAINE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
"I was waiting for this email. You’re so predictable." Even at 45, they're still 100% awesome and cool and absolutely wonderful
"If you don’t say no, then I guess she’s going to this concert, and her inevitable death and/or resulting jail time will be solely your responsibility." FINALLY! Kurt's being a total mom is paying off. He is finally able to apply that weird trait to an actual daughter of him. Good for you, Kurtsie. Also DRAMA QUEEN.
"I don’t like you.
But I love you."
THEY ARE FUCKING 45 HOW ARE THEY STILL SO ADORABLE AND PERFECT I DON'T KNOW
"Many of your friends are imbeciles. It would be poor parenting to let this happen." oH MY GOD
I CAN'T STOP LAFFING

BLICKEN IS STILL ON
EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS *sobs*
Oh my god. Blaine sounds amazing. *feelingssssssss*
“I hate the phone.” EVER SINCE WE SAID OUR GOODBYEEEEEEES
“It’s b-b-better if I try.” STILL MY PRECIOUS AMAZING LITTLE BOY
EVEN WHEN HE'S FUCKING 45
"Every time Kurt looks at Blaine these days, all he can think is how well his husband is aging." I HAVE FEELINGS SANDY SO MANY OF THEM
THEY ARE EVERYWHEREEEE
“We’re b-b-being shunned,” lol
“I asked her what she wanted for d-dinner, and she told me new parents.” LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
GOD BLESS THE CHILD
“She’s such a drama queen.” oh, I wonder who did she get that from
“Where’s the dog?” THEY HAVE A DOGGIE! :D
“Um, hiding from Addie’s wrath?" I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING
I'm thrilled by this little lady
Their dog name is Pic? Is it a short for something?
“Sounds like our little angel is emerging,”
“Are you ready for this?”
“I was born ready,”
SANDY SERIOUSLY I LOVE IT SO MUCH EVERYTHING ABOUT IT NOT JUST ADDIE
KLAINE AS PARENTS ARE SIMPLY AMAZING AND FUNNY AND SO PERFECT AND ADORABLE
YOU ARE SO AWESOME
awpoophead
Dec. 17th, 2012 06:56 pm (UTC)
Re: I AM DRUNK ON ADDIE
“Ew, you are both gross,” Oh god. She's just like her. Crying
“I’m not. But I’m never above reprimanding you for making out in the kitchen.” oh god
I don't think I've said it even remotely enough - I LOVE HER
"She might have gotten her blond hair elsewhere, but her icy blue eyes, facial expressions, and mannerisms are pure Hummel." OHMYGOD
SCREAMING
STILL SCREAMING
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Oh, Blaine mentioning Matt <3
"There were no creepy train stations involved or back alley drug deals.” KURT
“Buh-buh-buh-ut there will be imbecile friends,” Blaine chimes in.
“Well, I did go with Puck,” Kurt confesses.
“I’m trying to help. This is, is, is no time to b-b-b-bring up Puck.”
OH GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
This story is so wonderful. I'm already in love with it and I'm not even on chapter 1b
“Whatever, you two are nerds.”
They both shrug." OH GOD SERIOUSLY
CAN'T STOP LAUGHING
Wow okay Addie is reaching a dangerous level of awesomeness
How old is Dec here? 12?
Blaine worked/works in special education? This is too amazing. I have too many feelings right now.
“That’s the truth. Some of them are.” LOL DEC
I love that boy
He's probably super hot
or at least will grow into a super hot dude
I mean, both Blaine and Kurt's genes? Come on. HOTNESS
"He feels like he’s completely fluent but has a really terrible accent." I love how you phrase things. This is a brilliant way to say that
“You do realize I’m paving the way for you. They won’t let you do anything fun, but if I make them set certain precedents now, you’re going to have a lot easier time when you want to start going out,” OH MY GOD THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD MY SISTER WHEN I WAS YOUNGER AND THE DAMN BITCHES WOULDN'T SUPPORT ME WHEN I WANTED TO GO WITH MY FRIENDS TO EILAT FOR A FEW DAYS
“You should let her go,” DEC IS BETTER THAN YOU BITCHY SISTERS
“Poop’s gonna give me 20 bucks to be on his side. What do you have to offer?” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???
first of all - is that a thing? are they kids just call them Poop and DumDum? because my heart, Sandy, my heart. It's overflowing with happiness and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Also - 20 bucks? REALLY BLAINE? tsk tsk
“We are not above bribery," Yeah, I've figured so
shaking my head
precious human cupcakes
a family of cupcakes
delicious, wonderful cupcakes
“I don’t negotiate with terrorists,” OH MY DEAR LORD WHERE IS ALL THAT SASS COMING FROM????
Oh wait, she's Kurt's. 8D
"He finds he barely stutters when he signs and speaks." That's awesome!
“Tell me more about this pineapple fried rice.” be more precious I dare you
“We’re not above bribing you to be our friend again.” STOP BEING SO CUTE!
I'm being dumb, but it really confused me for a second when Kurt was calling me
You got me used to Adi-girl and now I'm hallucinating that Kurt is talking to me
are you happy
you're messing with my sanity
[not there's much left to mess with anyway. not after all the crack chapters in Staccatos]
"The lights flash, signaling the doorbell." Oh! They have all these cool things for Declan? They really are the best parents ever
"Blaine starts poking her in the arm. “Are you still mad at me?” he asks, continuing to poke her." oh my god
Blaine Anderson, you are a 5 year old
and a cupcake
“Daddy,” she starts seriously. “Are you aware that you’re more annoying than my little brother? How do you feel about that?” OH MY GOD I CAN'T
HE'S SUCH A CHILD
"It’s not easy be-be-be-being the bah-b-bad guy.” WHY would you give me 4x07 blangst feelings? WHY?
“Traitor!” Addie yells at him. “Saboteur!” OH MY GOD
SADNY I AM VERY CLOSE TO SPOON STATE
DO YOU REMEMBER SPOON STATE??? CAUSE I'M VERY CLOSE TO IT
I love your commentary about the family dynamics. Fascinating and so great. I am so going to re-read this chapter every time I feel unhappy. That's my new Adi's Joy, Sandy. I HAVE A NEW JOY
[wait, can I have both? Becuase I really do love Adi's Original Joy. ugh, life's so hard!]
OH MY GOD THEY RUN TOGETHER
I LOVE IT SO MUCH
SANDY I LOVE IT SO MUCH
THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS SO PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL

awpoophead
Dec. 17th, 2012 06:56 pm (UTC)
Re: I AM DRUNK ON ADDIE
I love these A Moment of --- so much
"But sometimes I feel like I hold myself back a little bit just to make sure they’re okay. Like I worry about how much they worry about me." Oh god he's so sweet
I am loving this boy so much I wish I could bear hug him
Oh cutie pie! She'd be on your side anyway. She loves you and wants you to be happy.
He's so cute and precious I don't know what to do with myself
"But this, his interest in joining the baseball team, strikes them as very good news." YES! I am so happy for him!!!
CUTIE PIESSSSS

MICHELLE MY LOVE
THE DADS OH GOD LET ME LOVE YOU
"Well, your son called my friends imbeciles." YOUR SON
I LOVE HOW SHE TELLS ON HIM TO HIS OWN MOM
"But he’s usually a very nice guy" YOU MEAN A VERY NICE CUPCAKE
"Whatever she ssss-said is a lie." YOU'RE 45 FOR CRYING OUT LOUD
SHE STILL CALLS HIM BUD
HE STILL CALLS HER MAMACITA
~crying~
"Pretend I’m reprimanding you for calling Addie’s friends imbeciles." oh my god stop being perfect
"Well, I’m a little bit b-b-b-biased, buh-buh-ut he’s perfect." oh shut up
"I’m a little b-b-bit perfect myself." FEELINGS SANDY I STILL HAVE FEELINGS
Oh no. What is wrong with Greg?
"I can’t think of a word. I need to talk to more people. I’m spending too much time in the house. I’m losing touch with any decent vocabulary words." Why are you making me sad
I was so happy
so so happy
"He was being pigheaded." oh god, I can't stop laughing. I saw the pigheaded and thought to myself, "LOL that Sandy, making up words again!<3" but then I looked it up and that's an actual word in English
you guys are so weird
and awesome
I know a girl named Sabine! But she's russian. Oh well
"Oh, for the love of God, I have to go. He dropped the remote control in between the couch and table and he can’t reach it." I'm sorry, okay? I feel bad that Michelle is troubled but I keep imagining Greg trying to reach the remote control and for some reason that's terribly funny
"Don’t kill dad. I kind of love him, too." OH <3
I don't even remember the last time Blaine said he loves his dad. I'm very touched right now, even if he's just saying that as a matter of face
Gonna continue now! :D
shandyall
Dec. 24th, 2012 03:57 pm (UTC)
Re: I AM DRUNK ON ADDIE
Confession. This line "He feels like he’s completely fluent but has a really terrible accent." was pure Tess.
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