School Teacher
Hey! M'name's Rory! I'm originally from Ireland, but I've recently moved to New York to be closer to my girlfriend, Harmony, and all of my old friends from Lima. I'm a UIC alumni and I've recently got accepted for my first teaching job. At the start of the next school year, I'll be teaching 3rd grade.
So, what's been up with you?
[this be a rp blog, yo!]
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Aches|| Blory
Blaine was suddenly being attacked. He yelped out in pain and shock before realzing who it was. “Ah! Get it off me!” His wires were tangled and wrapped around each other but that didn’t stop him from pushing off the man. Then he heard the farmiliar Irish accent and knew he wasn’t alone. “Rory- I’m sorry…” He said, shaking his head at him. “You’d think Ive been dead for the past four years with your reaction, though.” Pause. “Wait- I wasn’t…I’m not…I wasn’t dead, right?” It seemed a logical question at the moment. It’s very possible he was dead. Or..it seemed possible.
Upon realizing his overbearing affection was probably not what Blaine needed right now, Rory pulled away to a point where he wasn’t squishing Blaine but not far enough away that he wasn’t still half on the bed. He was beginning to see that he couldn’t physically move further away. He just couldn’t. Swiping a hand across his eyes, he grinned and reached out to place a hand on Blaine’s shoulder — the one not currently occupied by Quinn. “No, it’s just…No, you’re okay,” he said, his eyes tearing up again. “You got hit by a car, Blaine. They said you probably wouldn’t wake up. They kept saying it…but, you did. You’re okay.” Rory broke off, smiling like an idiot and resisting the urge to start crushing Blaine in another hug.
Aches|| Blory
Blaine reached his arm out frantically, trying to turn off the pulsating alarm that Quinn must have put on for some reason. Instead of a snooze button, his arm was met with a sharp pain and a cold, metal table. His eyelids flew open and were blinded by the bright light around him. It took a minute for them to adjust, but even when he could see he wasn’t sure he was awake. Where was he?
He tilted his neck to look around but it wouldn’t move. His hands- which were met with another pain as he moved them- reached up towards his neck and tried to feel what was a holding him back. There was some sort of plastic thing around it… a brace, maybe? Blaine’s eyes darted around again. He was in a hospital, of course. But why?
The neck brace wasn’t his only injury. He felt pain all around his abdominals and waist. Hell, Blaine could barely feel his lower half due to what he hoped was a large amount of pain killers and other drugs. But most of the agony was coming from the body heaped against his side- Quinn.
“Quinn… get off.” He tried pushing at the girl but his body wasn’t strong enough.
Rory was still, impossibly still for someone with his usual enthusiasm. Yet, the man couldn’t find a reason to move. He sat at his best friend’s side, in a country so far away from home, in a city he’d never been in with his head bowed and his hands pressed so tightly together they shook from the effort. He was praying — he prayed to God, to any other being above who might take mercy. Please, don’t take Blaine. This shouldn’t have happened. That’s all that cycled through his mind. Because, he could have stopped this, right? If he hadn’t spent precious hours shaking his head at Blaine for running from Quinn again, if he had just picked up the phone and called him right away…Maybe none of this would have happened….
“Please,” Rory pleaded under his breath. As if on queue, there was a familiar voice and a loud screech. Stumbling upwards in his seat, the chair clattering to the ground from the suddenness of his actions as Rory threw himself — rather unceremoniously — at the newly awakened Blaine. Part of him knew he was being a little bit rude, attempting to push Quinn out of the way so he could hug Blaine instead, but Rory didn’t care. Blaine was awake! After days of being told that he probably wouldn’t, he was awake! Rory could barely breathe through his tears.
“Blaine — oh my god — Blaine!” was about the only intelligent, if you could call it that, thing Rory could manage to say, but it was enough.
Rory | Life Was Just Happening.
Text reply to Rory
- Montana: ...I'll take care of it, Rory. I promise. Just let us know what's happening with Dapper Pea. And give Quinn a hug for us, please.
- Rory: I promise. Thanks, Montana.
Mass text to Quinn, Rory and Seamus
- Montana: What happened? I'm here if you guys need anything, okay?
- Rory: I'm guessing Seamus told you, yeah? Uh, well, Blaine got hit by a car....It's pretty bad...Uh, just...I don't need anything...Keep an eye on my brother though. With Quinn, Blaine, and me gone, he's pretty much alone. I mean, he has Harmony, but she's probably gonna be putting in extra hours of rehearsing to make up for the past week's vacation...He should be fine, he has Charlie's shop and that garden...but, he's not used to be alone. He says he enjoys it, but he doesn't know it.
- Rory: Anyway. I'll keep you posted, I suppose.
Texting | Quinn & Rory.
- Quinn: I know, Ror. I'm not leaving him. He won't be alone.
- Rory: I wanna be there...I should....
- Rory: Don't take your eyes off him until I get there, okay? Tell him I'm on my way.
