Chapter Eighty-Six - Can't Help Falling In Love
It was our final hour, and everybody had been in the big pool on the wave machine. I had been about to go in and join them, until somebody took my hand and led me up to the top of the tallest slide. We sat with our legs between bars at the top, staring out at the park.
"You did such a good job tonight, everybody's so happy," I smiled, hearing the faint echo of everybody laughing and splashing in the pool.
Blaine was grinning widely, "I'm so glad. I was so scared everybody would have thought this was mega childish or something."
I shook my head, "You act like you don't know us."
"Tell me about broadway, about Funny Girl," Blaine randomly begun. "I want to catch up on everything I've missed."
"Why?" I asked, somewhat taken by surprise at his change in subject.
"Because if we're going to do this again, we have to pick up right where we left off, it's the only way," Blaine insisted, and my heart skipped a beat.
"You'll tell me everything too?" I asked, and he nodded in response.
"We have the whole weekend," Blaine smiled.
I started from the night we broke up, and Rachel offered me the role of Fanny...
After leaving the water park, we had continued our conversation into the balcony that went of Blaine's room. I also had a balcony, though his had a better view of the sea instead. We had grabbed the blankets from his bed, snuggling up on the sofa as he began to update me on everything that happened while he was still in New York.
"So the album?" I asked when he had finished.
"I've got a couple of songs, they've been so incredibly supportive. After NYADA dropped me, I figured they would when I said I had no songs. They understood it was a difficult time, but insisted that when the music came, it would be good."
I smiled, "I'm so proud of you."
"I'm so proud of you, I mean we basically swapped each other's dreams without realising. You ended up on Broadway and I've ended up writing an album, or at least trying," Blaine pointed out.
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