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Beatz: Beatz had shit to do. He just did. He was a busy man and stopped for no one when he was on a mission. Nature had other plans, though, and the current thunderstorm quite literally raining down upon him had him sighing in defeat as he sought out somewhere to take shelter from it. He had been using the free Starbucks WiFi all day and lost track of time, now having plans to go home and finish writing his manuscript before he ended up having to trudge home in the middle of the night. But the rain and wind threw him off, and he decided it would be best to wait it out. He turned into the nearest public building, which happened to be a women's clothing store. It was late enough that it seemed to be almost abandoned for the day. Beatz removed the laptop he'd had hiding beneath his jacket and ran a hand through his now-drenched hair. This definitely put a strain on his plans for the day.

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Blaine opened his mouth to say something at that Golden Eye suggestion, but he didn’t want to be the one to burst his friends bubble. Thinking of a way to let him down easily, Sam quickly beat him to it judging by the look of realization on his face. Blaine lifted his coffee cup up to his lips to hide his smile. After taking a small sip, he set it back down. “It’s okay, buddy — you’ll think of something. I’ll brainstorm on it, and let you know if I come up with anything else. Don’t beat yourself up too much. You know what they say — every new idea comes from somebody’s old one. It was an honest mistake.” Blaine nodded in agreement. “Don’t rush yourself, but I’m sure the right one will come to you soon.” He glanced at his phone briefly for a moment at the question, noting no new message, and looked back up at Sam. “Nothing much, I’m just enjoying my day off and taking it one step at a time. The first part is getting coffee with you.” He smiled at at the other man. “Then Kurt said something about going out tonight, too.” He covered his phone with his hand. “He’s supposed to text me any minute with the details.” Blaine couldn’t help but gush, at least a little bit. It had been…too long since him and Kurt had gotten any alone time. He was excited about it. “So it’s going to be a good, easy, day.” At least, one could only hope. “What about you? Do you have any plans for the day?”

Sam shook his head, though Blaine was right; he would think of something in time. It just needed to come to him, though. “Thanks, B. I appreciate it.” He had never heard that expression, but he usually trusted Blaine as a source on stuff like that. As a general rule, he knew a lot more than Sam did. Sam leaned back in his chair, crossing with arms. “The best part of the day, obviously.” He watched the smile creep onto Blaine’s face and couldn’t help but smile in return. Blaine being happy made Sam happy by default. “D’aww, look at you just glowing, Blainey,” he teased, using the gross nickname on purpose. “That sounds nice, though.” Sam sighed, shaking his head again. “Me? Nah. More of this,” he explained, pointing to his closed laptop. “The grind never stops, man.”

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“I didn’t know you wanted that. If you want things you have to communicate with me, I’m a boy and also I am dumb.” He took one last bite of his cupcake before crumbling up the holder and tossing it in the trash, rubbing fingers together to get rid of the sticky frosting residue. “I had an early morning.” He defended lightly. “I haven’t had the time. Don’t judge me.” But she was there to judge him, he supposed. She was his sister. “That’s what you’ve been up to? Well.” Jeff frowned. “At least you’re not on tinder.” He was, and he couldn’t say he recommended it. “Do you want me to help find you a man? ‘Cause I have some connections.”

“You should know that that’s what I want from you by now. We’ve done enough bonding over the years. Now it’s time to give each other stuff. In the spirit of love and family.” She smiled obnoxiously at him, but her face quickly shifted into a grimace at that. “I’m still judging you. That’s gross. You’re gross.” Cassidy laughed, shrugging one shoulder. “Hey, you don’t know what apps I’m on. I’ll never tell.” She didn’t have a Tinder, for what it was worth --- but she totally could if she wanted to. “I think I’ll pass. I don’t know how I feel about whatever connections you do have.”

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“Not particularly, no. I was just addressing the elephant in the room.” Hunter hiked the bag that held his now dirty clothes further up on his shoulder. “I’ve seen you more today than I have the entirety of our time at Dalton.” He arched an amused eyebrow in his direction. “They’re really having you guys work today, aren’t they?”

“Eh, one could argue.” Sebastian watched Hunter pull the bag up higher on his arm, and almost subconsciously, Sebastian did the same with his own. “We had our fair share of run-ins in the Dalton halls. I seem to recall some rare moments of camaraderie in the library as well.” It was more of a ‘we’re both top bitches here, so let’s at least be civil’ type of a relationship, but friendly association nonetheless. Sebastian glanced down at himself at Hunter’s words as if to confirm that he was, in fact, covered in a sheen of sweat. “Really. I hadn’t noticed. Because we usually just sit holding hands and telling stories all day.” He looked back up at Hunter, cocking his head to the side. “Is that what your little group has been up to?”

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“I know some interaction is a given, Smythe, but do you ever go home? This is, what, the fourth time I’ve run into you today? I sincerely hope it’s just been an odd coincidence and this isn’t your desperate way of getting my attention.”

Sebastian stopped walking at the sound of a familiar voice. He braced himself, as he usually did, which consisted mostly of him squaring his shoulders and allowing the usual smirk to slip onto his face. He turned on his heel to face the other as Hunter spoke, despite the fact that Sebastian had attempted to walk by without a word. “You know, what’s funny is only one of us keeps bringing it up. It sounds to me like you want to make it something more than a coincidence.”

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“Don’t act like I don’t share them with anybody. I’m not twelve.” A smile tugged at his lips as he carefully pulled the cupcake wrapper back to get a better bite. “I listened to you.” He defended lightly, although truthfully he had only been half paying attention when she was talking about the cupcakes, mostly because he had been looking at the cupcakes. “I just thought you secretly wanted more. I’m not the only one here who likes them.” He chewed slowly. “Thank you, though — I needed something to wake me up. This’ll do it.” He nodded slightly lifted the cupcake in his hand. “What’re you up to today? Besides the baking.”

"I can’t remember the last time you came to my door offering me Skittles out of the goodness of your heart. I usually just find them and you don’t yell at me for eating them. How considerate of you.” Cassidy stepped past him to get rid of the plate she was still holding, putting it down on the counter. “That’s why I made them. But it doesn’t change the fact that I made too many.” God, she swore it was like talking to a wall sometimes. “This is the first thing you’ve eaten today? Gross, Jeff.” She’d spare him the importance of breakfast lecture this time. At the question, Cassidy sighed, leaning back against the counter and crossing her arms. “Am I ever up to anything other than baking?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. Of course, she had other things to do. But work was work and she certainly spent a lot of time on hers. “I’ve been keeping busy combing through super hipster coffee shops and seedy bars on the weekends trying to find my soulmate. A girl’s getting impatient. Making all these wedding cakes does something to a person.”

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“Okay — I guess that sounds legit.” He grinned and shrugged. “I’m not denying it. You forget it’s Halloween month, though. I have an excuse to buy more, it saves me from having to make a trip to get candy just for the trick or treaters.” He took a more solid bite of the cupcake and relished in the taste of vanilla and pure sugar. “You only love me because I’m your human garbage disposal.” He jokingly accused — like he even minded. Jeff took another bite. “How about you eat half and I eat half? That way if we both get chubby we can just say it runs in the family. Okay… maybe not. But it’s always a possibility.” 

“Nobody ever asks questions, so it’s not like the fact that it’s Halloween is going to make a difference. You look exactly like the type of person who buys Skittles in bulk for himself.” She rolled her eyes, shifting her weight to one leg. “You’re not even a useful garbage disposal because you won’t do what I need you to do without a fight. I already have half at home, Jeff. That’s the entire problem. Do you even listen to me?” She hated to sound like their mother, but Jeff deserved it sometimes. More often than not, really. “Just eat the cupcakes. You know you want to.”

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“It’s good that you’re doing your own. You’re going to have your own collection before you know it.” He mused as he let his eyes observe the drawing once more. He wasn’t just saying that, he genuinely thought Sam could go somewhere with his own drawings. If only he’d take more steps to focus on his own things, but Blaine knew he had to go at his own pace. So he felt the need to encourage him whenever Sam decided to share his work. “I think that’s a smart idea.” He smiled warmly in the blond’s direction, nodding once. “It sounds deep. He needs a fitting name, then.” He thought for just a moment, tapping the fingers of his right hand against the tabletop. “How about The Sight? Or The Eye? Maybe his real life job could be a Private Investigator, like Jessica Jones. He could be more respected by the public, though, so no one suspects that he could be the person bringing justice to the city. Like Clark Kent.” 

Sam smiled at that. He knew he was destined to write a super awesome comic one day, but hearing someone else say it kind of set it in stone for him, and that was even cooler. Blaine didn’t lie to him, either. So he always knew his compliments were genuine. Sam listened to Blaine’s words as he studied the image over again, furrowing his brow in concentration. “Golden Eye,” he said then, marveling as it hit him. His eyes went wide and he turned to his friend. “Yeah! Yeah, right? That’s totally badass. That sounds so classy. It’s---” He stopped, mulling it over in his head, and then his shoulders fell as he turned back to the illustration on his laptop. “That’s a James Bond movie,” he muttered. That explained why it had sounded so cool in his head. Sam never seemed to come up with things like that on his own. “Well, I’ll take that as a sign that this is going back to the drawing board. Literally.” He shut his laptop, leaning back in his seat. “I think it’s just gotta come to me. That seems to be when things work out the best.” He sighed. This whole comic creator thing might not work out as well as he’d originally hoped it would. “But no moping. What’s up, bro?”

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“How do you accidentally make 45 cupcakes? That’s like me accidentally buying six bags of fun-sized Skittles.” Still, he came closer to the plate, reaching his hand out to swipe one of the said cupcakes. “Just how many do you need me to eat?” He asked with a small smile as he peeled back the wrapper to the cupcake. He always liked it when his sister baked — having a sweet tooth seemed to run in the family, so the supply of goods was appreciated. He bit into the cupcake, making sure to bite into the edge that seemed to have the most frosting. “’Cause if you’re expecting me to eat all of them, it’s not happening.” Unfortunately. He had to draw the line at at least four. “You’re gonna make me fat.”

“You make two boxes thinking that you’ll somehow just make bigger cupcakes rather than twice the amount, that’s how. You never buy less than at least five bags, anyway. Don’t kid yourself.” She smiled as Jeff took one. She’d known that he would appreciate them. “I need you to eat at least all of these, and I might bring more depending on how quickly I get rid of them.” She rolled her eyes. “No, it actually is happening, because I’m going to get fat if I eat all of them. You haven’t gained weight since puberty---get real.”

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stillwarblingon:

One would think Blaine would be used to Sam’s abrupt entrances by now. He’d been expecting him, after all. Still, Blaine jumped just a little in his seat as the tall blond came whipping around the corner. Thankfully the lid to his Cappuccino had been screwed on tight today. “Oh, you’ve been busy.” The contagious grin on his friend’s face seemed to instantly spread to his own. “Definitely cool.” He agreed with a firm nod of his head as his eyes surveyed the drawing in front of him. “The purple really brings out something in him, I think. It gives him character. I think you’ve got something, here.” He finally glanced up at Sam. “Before we can properly name him and give him some more powers, I think we have to give him a backstory first, don’t you? Something… inspiring. And fitting for that sweet suit of his.”

Sam nodded. “Well, yeah --- I do all this work drawing other people’s comics so I gotta spend some time doing my own.” Not that his were ever really seen by anyone other than Blaine, but they would someday. He was sure of it. “It so does, right?” He’d thought the purple was a nice touch. That was true, too, and Sam studied the illustration in front of them. “I was thinking that he saved his family somehow when he was younger. ‘Cause, like, write what you know and all that.” He hadn’t exactly saved his family’s lives or anything like that, but he’d still helped them in their darkest time. “And I wanted to give him some sort of see-the-future type power so he can know what he needs to do, but depending on the choices he makes the future’s always changing and gets him into trouble. Deep stuff, man.”

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“Dude, check this out.” Sam wasn’t the best at greetings, preferring to get right down to business rather than engaging in small talk first. He sat across from Blaine at the coffee shop they’d agreed to meet at, immediately turning his laptop toward the other to show him his latest illustration. “I don’t have a name for him yet, but it’s this new superhero I made up. He can fly and turn invisible, but he doesn’t have any cool powers yet. I was hoping you could help with that. But, man, look how sick the purple and black suit is!” Sam gave his best friend a trademarked wide grin. “This is gonna be the next big thing, man, I feel it in my bones.”

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“So, I have this predicament. I accidentally made forty-five Funfetti cupcakes, and I’ve been trying to get them out of my kitchen, but a girl can only stomach so much Funfetti.” Cassidy raised the plate --- which currently held fifteen cupcakes --- in her hands up to Jeff’s face. “Long story short, said girl now needs her brother’s help. Get rid of these dang cupcakes, please and thanks.”

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