Watching Mikey eyeballing the potential future in-laws is fucking hilarious. Swear that dude has a shotgun in the trunk of his car. On another note, show choir is fucking boring as lesbian porn when my kids aren't in it. Is it over yet?

Desperately needed a vodka after that car ride. Came home to be elbows deep in puke. Sort of worried, never really seen Seb sick like this before. He's usually more GTFO than cuddly.

Does the kid need admitting to a mental ward on 24 hour watch yet, or did you actually talk to him this time?

The kid arrives back in the country with some freaking French stomach bug. Fucking Europeans infecting my flesh and blood. This is what they get for munching on fucking reptiles.

Who: yousaidcuddle, zephyrnovotny and youpullmine (posting order)
What: Gaytervention
Where: Michael and Blaine's place, Pittsburgh
When: Early evening following THIS

Justin made is way quietly up the stairs of Michael and Blaine's home, finding, just as Debbie had predicted, Michael standing at Blaine's door peering anxiously in at his teenage son whilst nibbling on his thumbnail. Debbie had let Brian and Justin in, having come over as soon as she heard Blaine was poorly and was now in the kitchen whipping up an epic pot of chicken soup. Apparently it didn't matter that hangover wasn't necessarily sick, nor the fact Blaine probably wouldn't feel like eating yet. That wouldn't be through lack of Debbie trying to feed her prized grandson who she had an even stronger over-protective streak for ever since Blaine tried to top himself on her pain meds a couple of years back after his attack. For Justin, he hadn't been surprised when that happened. He remembered toying with those feelings himself once upon a time.

He came up behind Michael and planted a companionable hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Inside the room decorated tastefully in teals and greys, Blaine was curled up in a ball in bed and out like a light. Michael had a puke bucket next to his bed just in case, and there were three bottles of water on the nightstand. Still, Mikey was stressing again (as he did), so something was bothering him. "C'mon, Astro Boy. We've gotta have a little chat about a few things..." he stated, leaving little room for arguments or protests. "The kid's not going to expire from a hangover. Let him sleep it off. We're going to talk. There's some things Jeff told me you really need to hear right now."