brittbrittstillsane:

Oh, and I love you, too. Lots and lots.

I’ll be right there! I’ll ask Nicky tomorrow.

Awesome. I love you more. 

• Q: Blaine, like, all jokes aside, I need your help.
• B: Yes, okay ... what's wrong.
• Q: I get to leave, Blaine. I get to go home. And I ... I don't know how to tell Brittany.

brittbrittstillsane:

Phew. That means I would’ve missed my birthday. It would’ve been like taking a nap now and waking up in January. It’s the same as missing all of the holidays because holidays are the best but birthdays are me days. Like, the entire world revolves around me. And the bunch of other people that share my birthday. Like Nick. I should ask Nick! He’ll know our birthdays! Thanks a bunch, Quinnie!

Anytime, baby. Meet me in ten minutes. 

brittbrittstillsane:

That’s more than okay, baby. But… I didn’t forget my birthday again, did I? I know it’s not yours, because yours is in May and you would be pouting at me to make you food if it was your birthday. Is it mine? Oh no. I can’t even remember when it is.

No, no, it’s not your birthday, baby. I just wanna spend time with my special girl. I love you.

• Q: Blaine, like, all jokes aside, I need your help.

brittbrittstillsane:

Pie and and movies and cuddles with a pretty girl. My favorite.

Awesome. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning and we can have it in the garden. Is that okay?