Who: bigbrothersrock and rockstarwarbler (plus a cameo from justbeingaqueen)
What: Picking up the pieces
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Home
When: Day after THIS
Rating: PG

Blaine hadn't been awake very long, and it had taken time for him to swim through the hazy aftermath of a complete and utter love-fest with bottles of black label vodka and twenty-five year old scotch with some leftover tequila to complete the cocktail. He had been unconscious for over twenty-four hours now, and was finally started to struggle his way back to sobriety. When Cooper came back into Blaine and Kurt's bedroom, he found Blaine sort of half sat up in the bed looking like death warmed over and dry heaving into the red bucket he was nursing with both arms wrapped around it like a desperate hug. It was pained and it looked awkward, and Cooper's heart just went out to his baby brother all over again.

He came over to the bed and sat down beside Blaine. "The dry heaves are the worst, kiddo. But you've got nothing left in you to get out. Trust me, I know. I witnessed The Exorcist routine for hours on end last night. Here, I've got some Tylenol for you. It's the liquid kind so you don't have to try and stuff pills down your throat, which has seriously got to be hurting like a bitch after the puking you've been doing." Cooper held out a little medicine cup with some bright red liquid in it and handed Blaine a cool damp cloth to wipe his face. He remembered back when Blaine was still in school after their reunion, Kurt had coached him on nice things you could do when taking care of a sick person so Cooper could help Blaine through a migraine. This one thing, he had never forgotten.

( Blaine pulled his head out of the bucket and looked groggily back at Cooper through squinted eyes... )


RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

Who: bigbrothersrock and rockstarwarbler (plus a cameo from justbeingaqueen)
What: Picking up the pieces
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Home
When: Day after THIS
Rating: PG

Blaine hadn't been awake very long, and it had taken time for him to swim through the hazy aftermath of a complete and utter love-fest with bottles of black label vodka and twenty-five year old scotch with some leftover tequila to complete the cocktail. He had been unconscious for over twenty-four hours now, and was finally started to struggle his way back to sobriety. When Cooper came back into Blaine and Kurt's bedroom, he found Blaine sort of half sat up in the bed looking like death warmed over and dry heaving into the red bucket he was nursing with both arms wrapped around it like a desperate hug. It was pained and it looked awkward, and Cooper's heart just went out to his baby brother all over again.

He came over to the bed and sat down beside Blaine. "The dry heaves are the worst, kiddo. But you've got nothing left in you to get out. Trust me, I know. I witnessed The Exorcist routine for hours on end last night. Here, I've got some Tylenol for you. It's the liquid kind so you don't have to try and stuff pills down your throat, which has seriously got to be hurting like a bitch after the puking you've been doing." Cooper held out a little medicine cup with some bright red liquid in it and handed Blaine a cool damp cloth to wipe his face. He remembered back when Blaine was still in school after their reunion, Kurt had coached him on nice things you could do when taking care of a sick person so Cooper could help Blaine through a migraine. This one thing, he had never forgotten.

( Blaine pulled his head out of the bucket and looked groggily back at Cooper through squinted eyes... )


RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

I shouldn't be saying this, considering but... I need a fucking drink.

If anyone is coming in my general direction sometime soon, can you please bring me the latest real estate pages? Thanks.