I just called to say I love you[Farren]

[BLAINE CARTER]

YOU HAVE ALOT OF CROOKS TRYNA STEAL YOUR HEART
HOW TO L O V E
NEVER REALLY HAD L U C K , COULDN'T NEVER FIGURE OUT

Today and tonight had been very very long, not to mention the week of constant questions on the love triangle. Himself, Farren, and Simon. He was just sick of it. If it was true, he wished that god would just fucking say so, and let him be heartbroken so he could get over her. The last few hours he'd been with Olivia, since he'd just about lost all patience with "Flynn Ryder" and Farren. At first, things that were crazy and unusual to Blaine happened. Not one had he actually cried or shed tears for a female, but tonight he did. Afterwards, he'd basically drunk himself and smoked as much as he could to try and forget it. That was just the way Blaine comforted himself. So, now he was on his way back home from Olivia's dorm.

Of course not once did the thought of him driving cross his mind. He was pretty lost right now. After a lot of honking, Blaine surprisingly by the grace of the lord, made it to the parking lot of Farren's place. This whole time he'd forgotten about the fight, but the first little glimpse of any little thing that had some kind of memory to her, got him right back to the sadness. Most of the people in Las Vegas that knew him, thought he was a hard ass ,but now Olivia was one person who had not seen him so tough here in the sin city. In reality, he was scared a fuck, and hurt beyond belief just as much as Farren was.

Inhaling deeply, Blaine jerked the keys from the ignition and stumbling inside of the flat. He was almost positive everyone could hear him, but honestly could give two shits less. Closing the door behind him he tossed the keys onto the counter before taking off his hat and sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. The world was spinning, but his head wasn't even there to notice it. He had no idea if Farren was home or not, and most likely she wasn't going to be so happy knowing that he was this messed up, but she was just going to have to get over it, wasn't she? Blaine sat there and rubbed his temples while he mumbled Fuck, me. Just go away... To him, he meant every downing thought he had right now.

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[FARREN TAYLOR]

After having quite a few shots herself, Farren had still been the more responsible one and taken a nice cab back to her apartment. Of course, she'd mostly gotten rid of the buzz, though she was still a little fuzzy and didn't want to take a chance and get in a wreck. That wouldn't have been good at all, considering her current situation with Blaine.

Going to Simon's was probably the worst idea she had ever had. She was vulnerable. She was upset. She was angry. And most importantly, she was drunk. Those things weren't the best mix when you were in a fight with your boyfriend. She was confused, scared, and well, one thing led to another and she ended up slipping up and kissing her best friend to see if she felt anything like what she felt when she was with Blaine. And much to her relief, all she felt was the awkward "Oh shit that shouldn't have happened" feeling. This only meant one thing. She had to talk to Blaine.

Calling a cab after a few minutes of just staring at the ceiling after what she had done, she told the driver to step on it to her house. While on the drive there, Farren had messed around on the chat to see that Blaine too was also drunk, with Olivia, and quite pissed still. So, her plans were changed and she knew this conversation would be anything but pleasant.

Pulling into the drive, she handed the driver her money and quickly as possible(you know, without falling over) made her way up to her flat. Quietly stepping inside, she realized Blaine had actually beaten her there. He looked absolutely hammered. Great. This should be fun. 

Crossing over to him, she sat on the opposite side of the couch and crossed her arms across her chest, avoiding eye contact completely. After a moment of complete silence, here eyes darted over to him and her teeth ground into her bottom lip before she spoke for the first time since she arrived. "We Uh, need to talk about this issue we're having..." she whispered resting an elbow on the arm of the chair and letting her head fall into her hand, still looking at him. She was calm...for now. Sighing, she sat up and leaned over, putting her head in her hands for a moment then sitting back up again "I mean we fight all the fucking time, Blaine. About stupid stuff...And it's getting hard to handle your attitude..." she admitted.

[BLAINE CARTER]

YOU HAVE ALOT OF CROOKS TRYNA STEAL YOUR HEART
HOW TO L O V E
NEVER REALLY HAD L U C K , COULDN'T NEVER FIGURE OUT

Blaine rubbed his fingertips over his eyes, trying to imagine that if he rubbed his fingers against his eyes maybe he could see a bit more clearly, and maybe he could shake off the intense drug and alcohol percentage. Anyone who was not as messed up as him would have probably known that this wasn't possible, but he knew, or thought he knew, that when Farren got home and saw him like this, she'd be pissed about that too. In attempt again, Blaine rose his head up and opened his eyes to blink a few times, wishing that he'd sober up only a tad. Finally realizing it was no use, he let his head fall back into his hands. He defiantly knew it was no use after he heard the door open and close. At first he didn't even want to look up, to even give it away to her how messed up he was. How much more guilt could he hold? Blaine did it anyways, he looked up long enough to catch a glimpse of Farren and notice that she too wasn't sober then just let his head hang back down.

Blaine was mentally preparing himself. Should he even talk? Was it even worth it, now? He was so sick and tired of fighting with her, but she'd probably never get why he was like this so what was the use? What was the point in even trying to say something that she'd just disagree with? All he knew was that if they had another fight like this, he'd have to pack a few clothes and go stay at his dorm for a couple of days cause he just needed a break from it. Farren's soft voice interrupted his worries, but then started them up again when she voiced the "Go" to their next fight. Here we go.. He thought.

So far he was fine with what she'd said. They did fight all the time now, but then she added the two last things, and he'd forgot all about keeping his mouth shut. Blaine's head slowly went up and he looked over at Farren Stupid things? You think it's stupid. Not me. This is important, and you're just to bloody stubborn to even see what the hell is happening around you. Your boyfriend, ME. Not Simon. Is getting questioned constantly about your fucking mate, but that's not the bloody problem. The problem is how YOU have been acting, THAT is what made me go off the deep end. Blaine shook his head and turned quickly on the couch to face her, his voice rising a little. I mean do you honestly think, that I'm supposed to be this nice guy twenty-four seven and look over everything that's said to me? I thought you knew who I was. I thought you knew I had a temper, and even now my temper has went down for who? You. But you're jumping on my shit while your fucking Flynn Ryder is over there being a sarcastic immature brat at times that I don't think is funny, Farren, and I'm fucking sick of it.

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[FARREN TAYLOR]

Farren hadn't exactly expected him to go on a tyrant so quickly. All she had said was that they needed to work out their problems if they wanted to keep this thing they had going. Of course she thought the problems were stupid. Everything was based on a rumor, something some jerk made up so they could entertain themselves by tearing people apart. It made her sick. And here her boyfriend was, blaming the rumors on her.

So, Simon was her best friend. There would always be that bond between them no matter how pissed he made Blaine or how immature he acted. Do you ever really know why you're friends with someone? It just happens, right? So, it wasn't like Farren was deliberately trying to hurt Blaine by hanging out with his enemy. She enjoyed his company, there was no reason for it. And what about Olivia? Farren HATED Olivia, yet she pretended she was okay with it for him. They were both in the same boat here. Couldn't they just drop it?

No, they couldn't. Because unlike Blaine, as far as Farren knew, she had kissed her best friend. Things were different at this point. She was the screw up. But she wasn't about to just give up. It was time to leave it all on the table for once and see where the pieces fell, together or not.

Sighing heavily, her breath shaky from the tears welling up in her eyes again, she looked over to him and her eyes narrowed. She was not happy now. Well, she wasn't happy before but now she was enraged. "I...I don't understand. Do you honestly believe them over me? You think I'm into Simon? Really, Blaine, I can't believe you would listen to them. I did think I knew you. I thought you didn't follow 'he said-she said'? God..." she trailed off, standing up and beginning to pace the floor. "And do you know how worried I get when you're with Olivia? She's so much like you, who knows. You got drunk with her tonight right? What if something happened? God only knows it will one day. Look at her, she's gorgeous and fun and... Ugh, never mind, that's besides the point." she continued before leaning up against the wall of the apartment and looking down at him. She couldn't talk, she had tried to see for herself if the rumors were true with simon, hadn't she? She should just shut up. She had lost this game the moment she let alcohol get the best of her.

Sliding onto the floor she curled her arms around her legs and huddled herself together, hiding her eyes from him. "I don't like him like that, baby. I...I  checked for myself. We...I kissed him. And nothing happened. It was like pressing lips to a brick wall..." she confessed, pushing her head into the crevice between her knees and chest. She couldn't look at him. No, that couldn't happen now. She was about to witness a whole lot of ugly, she could feel it.

But then, she realized what he'd probably do, so quickly so looked up and said "It wasn't his fault, so don't go fighting him...I know your temper, I know it pretty damn well actually, but I...Can you blame me for wanting a perfect Relationship?" feeling the tears well up again, she wiped her eyes and looked down at the ground, waiting for him to say something.

[BLAINE CARTER]

YOU HAVE ALOT OF CROOKS TRYNA STEAL YOUR HEART
HOW TO L O V E
NEVER REALLY HAD L U C K , COULDN'T NEVER FIGURE OUT

As soon as Blaine's mouth stopped running, he already knew that Farren would have something to say back. And as soon as she started, he really wanted to just roll his eyes. If he didn't see the flirty connection between Farren and Simon, he would give two shits less about them being friends as long as she kept the dude away from him. For a minute he just wanted to interrupt her, but he'd wait to make corrections on what she just said. Especially about Olivia. For fucks sake, she had a boyfriend, who'd she confessed she loved, not to mention that is her professor, she's got to be whipped if she was getting herself into this much trouble. Oh, and that was Blaine's sister, he didn't call her some hot Disney Character in which he swooned over. Nor did he want to do that. Once again, but not surprisingly, Farren was missing what he was saying, hopefully by now she would understand his accent.

In the time spand of a minute, Farren was up and crying and Blaine had turned from irritation to shock just because of how fast she had been crying caught him off guard. He didn't know why she was crying, but the site made his heart ache. He was actually about to leave the couch in a hurry, grab her up in his arms, kiss her forehead, then tell her to not worry about it. He'd let it go.

The thought of him touching her or even being around her was gone in a flash. Right when he'd heard the words, hurt more than any other feeling, filled his heart. She kissed Simon. Not Simon kissed her. It was the other way around. Blaine had trusted her with the "falling in love" thing, and she went and kissed her "best friend". She also had the nerve to stand here and disagree with everything he'd said? He wasn't the one that went and kissed Simon, or Olivia. Not a word came from his mouth, he just nodded as tears formed in his eyes. I can't be here right now. Blaine thought as he quickly looked away from Farren. Locking his jaw and then releasing it. So hard was he trying to control his tears and anger, but knowing he couldn't do that for long, he went back into the bedroom and started packing a small bag. I just need a few nights away.. He felt pretty much sober right now.

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[FARREN TAYLOR]

From the moment the words slipped from her mouth, her cheeks immediately flushed and she was embarrassed. She could've at least picked a better time than right in the heat of the fight. But no, she had to go and open her big mouth and tell him straight up what happened. Stupid Farren. Biting her lip once again, Farren stole a glance at Blaine and felt like something had stabbed her in the stomach. That look in his eyes was something she'd never seen before. What was it? Anger? Sadness?...It was hurt. Realizing his current emotion only brought more and more tears to her eyes and suddenly she couldn't stop. She was crying about her own stupidity. Why had she gone to Simon's? Why had she gotten drunk? Why had she experimented? It wasn't like her to do any of that at a time like this and look what it got her into. Her boyfriend, possibly her one true love, was up and leaving for God knew how long. She blew her chances. And that feeling sucked.

Pushing herself off the floor, Farren followed Blaine into the bedroom, wiping her tear stained cheeks as she entered. He was packing frantically. Shit. Wrapping her arms around his arm she began pulling him away from the bag of things as hard as se possibly could, beginning to cry again and screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear "No, Blaine! What are you doing you can't leave! Please!" she couldn't hear anything. Everything was in slow motion and it seemed like the whole world had stopped except in that little apartment home.

"Did you not hear me? It was a mistake. I was...I wasn't myself and I was confused, and I just-Just I....I didn't know okay? Please, PLEASE, stop packing and listen to me! Say something, anything!" she continued her screaming, barely comprehendible because of her words being slurred by her heavy breathing, trying to let her lungs catch up to her before she burst into tears even more. 

[BLAINE CARTER]

YOU HAVE ALOT OF CROOKS TRYNA STEAL YOUR HEART
HOW TO L O V E
NEVER REALLY HAD L U C K , COULDN'T NEVER FIGURE OUT

As he packed his bag, Blaine began wondering. Who was Farren? Was she the girl even thought she was at some point? To him all he saw was lies, disappointment, and betrayal. First off, how could she tell him that she didn't "like" Simon like that when she's the one who actually had tested it. Second? He actually thought they were something good, that he'd actually found a girl who he could trust and change his ways for, now he didn't know what to think of that. Third, it was his fucking enemy. Basically he was all around confused, pissed and hurt. This was complete and utter bullshit, and this was exactly why he was trying to avoid when he'd never have a serious relationship.

Blaine walked about the room, yanking drawers open and slaming them shut over and over. He wasn't even really processing what he was grabbing, but how could he when tears were fogging up his vision and Farren was pulling at him. After a moment when he couldn't move about he pulled his arm away from her with ease and zipped up his bag then turned around and tried to walk away from this apartment, but of course Farren wouldn't let him just walk away that easy. So, Blaine connected his eyes with hers and as soon as he did, a hot tear ran down his cheek. Let me go. He said in almost a whisper, but he tried to control it from being a whimper that unleashed the rest of his tears.

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[FARREN TAYLOR]

No matter how hard he tried to shake her off as he moved throughout the room, Farren's small little arms continued to grasp onto him each time. She wasn't about to just let him walk out on her like that. Was he seriously moving out because she kissed Simon? AT first, she thought it was silly. It wasn't like she had said "Yeah, Simon and I kissed and I want you to move out because we're in love and he's taking your place." No, she specifically said there was no connection at all. Then though, she put herself in his shoes for the third time. THinking about what she would do if he had come home with the news that "He kissed Olivia because she was there for him." She'd be pissed, too.

Silecning her yelling she loosened her grip on his arm and took a step back, keeping her eyes on the floor for a moment, afraid to see her boyfriend crying. THere was just something about a boy crying that made her stomach hurt as well as her heart. It was so unnatural, and especially for Blaine. Sighing, Farren walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing her hands in her lap before looking back up at Blaine, seeing the tear falling down his cheek. She just wanted to hug him, but now there was that unspeakable distance between them, all for a stupid kiss. Blinking away her own tears, she knew that she couldn't do anything else to make him stay. He was so mad at her. "Fine." she uttered in response, looking away quickly. Sometimes when you loved someone, you had to let them go, no matter how much it would hurt once they were out the door.