A/N: Hello and happy Saturday! Thank you so so much for being wonderful by reading, following, favoring and staying engaged in the reviews! I love reading your thoughts and feelings on what's happening; it makes me so happy to see. So guys...it's time for the first 4th of July chapter. We have a little bit of Blaine POV and there is a song in this one that (as always) I highly recommend checking out to really build the ambiance. We have (Love is like a) Heat Wave by Marth Reeves and the Vandellas. The song Home by Marc Broussard is also mentioned. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Chapter 11
It shouldn't have been weird. Maybe Kurt was the one making it weird? Maybe, like with so much this summer, he was reading too much into it? Whatever the reality actually was, Kurt couldn't help but feel like it was a special thing for Blaine to ask him to go with him to the Fourth of July town celebration. He asked him. Like, specifically asked Kurt to go to this festival with him. Kurt had of course just laughed and said, "Of course! Who else would I go with?" And Blaine had blushed and shoved his hands deep in his pockets and kicked at the ground like a kindergartener. Kurt had been mystified, as they always went everywhere together. So why ask? And why react like that? So yeah, weird.
Definitely not a bad weird though, as Blaine showed up at Darlas' house on the evening of Fourth of July, wearing clean jeans and a billowy, crisp linen button up. It was the most dressed up Kurt had ever seen him. Embarrassingly enough, he'd actually done a bit of a double take when he opened the screen door to find that bronzed god looking up at him, broad smile already beaming up at him. Fucking swoon.
"Damn Hummel, you clean up nice," Blaine said, eyeing him appreciatively with that familiar smirk on his face.
Kurt snorted and swatted his arm, probably not so secretly charmed by the compliment. He wasn't in any of his fancier designer garb, but he'd grabbed a short sleeved button up he'd fallen in love with at a vintage thrift store in The Village. Where normally, he'd button it all the way up to his long, graceful neck and perhaps choose a bowtie to pair it with, he'd left the shirt open, over a simple tight black tank top. He'd paired it with a slim fit jean, a little more forgiving in the sweltering heat, and prayed it was appropriate for a small town fair. Based on Blaine's face, he'd nailed it.
They walked leisurely to the fair, chatting and laughing. Blaine told him the renovation at the diner was going well and that Ray had asked several times when Kurt would make an appearance. Kurt just laughed and promised he'd make time the following week.
"Where's Darla?" Blaine asked.
"Oh, she's already at the festival. She has to make sure all the kids are accounted for and ready
to go."
Blaine nodded thoughtfully, "What time do your kids go up on stage?"
Your kids, Kurt thought. He rather liked the sound of that…"7 pm. So what? Like 2 hours from
now?"
"Awesome, that means we have plenty of time to adventure around before. I can give you a proper tour of the fair!" Blaine seemed genuinely excited for this and it warmed Kurt's heart in an odd way. The fact that he'd want to share this part of his town, his life, with Kurt was touching. But how could he have expected anything less?
"Oh, you don't have to watch the kids perform; it's probably going to be a bit of a mess, honestly. I can meet up with you later if you want?" Kurt didn't want to monopolize all of Blaine's time, even if he really, really did want to.
Blaine just snorted, a disbelieving noise as he sideyed Kurt. "If it's a mess, then I want to see that trainwreck. And if it's not, then I want to see your hard work come to life." He shrugged like it was a simple, obvious answer.
Kurt laughed a little but couldn't help asking again, "Are you sure?"
Blaine leveled him a look that was answer enough. "So," he continued, having squashed that issue, "Why do you think it will be a trainwreck?"
So Kurt just sighed and launched into tales of the kids' excitement and how they couldn't sit still or pay attention to learning the dance. He mentioned how he was pretty sure Lyle, in his 10 am class, had a crush on Ruth, because he kept pulling her pigtails.
"Literally pulling her pigtails, Blaine! He doesn't even know what a cliche is and he's exacting it to a T!" Kurt crowed, hands swirling about wildly in the air.
Blaine threw his head back in laughter, his arm ever so casually slinging around Kurt's waist. Kurt wondered if Blaine would throw that friendly arm over his shoulders if there wasn't the height difference. Kurt shivered in the heat of the evening.
Blaine's laughter quieted but his eyes still danced with amusement, "Hey, poor kids got it bad. What else is he supposed to do other than tease her?"
Kurt was beginning to hear the fair coming up as they neared town. Children shrieking with glee, carnival rides, music blasting from rides and booths and the stage erected for the local cheer teams and highschool drama club to perform bits on. The smell of funnel cakes and foot long corn dogs wafted over to them. It was intoxicating, it made Kurt nostalgic for a childhood he'd never had. Not after his mom had died. And he'd spend most of highschool with his head down, just trying to make it through in one piece and make it out.
Maybe it was this feeling, this warm, fuzzy feeling that was beginning to grip him that made him brave. Maybe it was that the lights, some flashing in front of games of ring toss or the one's strung up all across the shut down Main Street that made everything look surreal and soft and welcoming. Whatever it was, Kurt slung his arm over Blaine's shoulders and answered, "Oh yes, whatever else could he do?" He looked down at Blaine with a smirk and a raised eyebrow and Blaine's shocked look melted effortlessly into a big grin. Kurt swore he felt Blaine's arm tug his waist closer as they walked on, arms around one another, into the crowded streets and entered the fair. Tonight's going to be fun, Kurt thought.
"No Blaine, absolutely not." Kurt said firmly, arms wrapped tightly in front of his chest. He loved the way Blaine's eyes flickered to the way this flexed his biceps.
"Aw, come on Hummel? Please?" He pouted out his bottom lip, eyes melting into swimming pools of hazel, deep and algae green.
"No, no, don't you dare-" Kurt warned,
"Don't do what?" Blaine asked innocently, taking a step closer to Kurt's closed off stance.
"Oh, you know what." Kurt said with a glare that held no heat. He felt his lips quivering with the effort to hold in his smile.
"I do?" Blaine asked, another small shuffled step closer.
"Those fucking eyes," Kurt huffed under his breath and his hands, in defeat, untangled and flew up in the air. "Fine! I'll go on that fucking death trap of a ride with you!"
Blaine whooped, a little jump in the air that was so animated and adorable, it broke Kurt's smile free. "But," Kurt tried to say sternly through his laugh, "when I die, you'll have to be the one to tell Darla."
"Fair is fair, I guess," Blaine agreed easily, grabbing Kurt's hand and hauling him over to the tilt-a-whirl.
"I'll have you know that I'm only agreeing to this because we haven't eaten yet." Kurt said, as the line shuffled forward.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say, Hummel." His eyes were soft, almost fond as he
looked up at Kurt. "Are you having fun?" He asked, voice barely audible over the din of the crowd and festivities.
Kurt's response was a small smile, almost private and he said, "Yeah, I really am." And he meant it. So far, they'd managed to make a loop of the fair, pausing to note possible places to get food from later or booths Kurt wanted to visit early tomorrow morning to see if he could snag some deals before they closed up shop. The excitement was palpable. He felt joyous and younger. A little less afraid. A little fearless.
As they were ushered onto the ride, Kurt didn't even flinch when the small metal bench forced them to sit with their sides very nearly fused together. He just looked over at Blaine and smiled. He reveled in the little pink blush coating the back of Blaine's neck, his cheeks. Could be a sunburn, but maybe, for once, Kurt could also just accept that possibly, Blaine liked sitting close to him? Perhaps, it wouldn't hurt that much to just...be. Right?
When the ride started, it started slow, steady, almost peaceful. But it gained speed, spinning and spinning and suddenly, their bench was lifting in the air. Up and down and round and round and Kurt was shrieking with delight. He was laughing the kind of laugh he couldn't remember laughing since his mom passed. And Blaine was doing no better. All of his calm, cool and collected ways had apparently flown off him when the ride got going. He was giggling and it made him so impossibly young. Like nothing bad had ever touched him, like his parents hadn't left him, like this was every summer of his life. And in some ways, Kurt assumed it was. Except he was here this year. And that changed things. The question was, would it be for the better? Would Kurt allow it to be?
The force of the spinning was pinning Blaine's body against his. Humid and warm, he felt the bare skin of Blaine's arms gluing itself to his skin. The summer evening melting them into one another. They became the air and they became each other. Lines blurring, Kurt was determined to make this, whatever was between them, a positive thing. So he reached his arm out and wrapped it around Blaine's shoulders, pulling him further into his body. Further together.
He looked over at Blaine, faces still plastered with matching smiles and he saw a raw fire spring to life in those hazel depths. Something deep, something wanting. But their smiles stayed put as they allowed the world to push them together.
Seven o'clock was here before they knew it as they squeezed themselves onto the packed
bleachers. They had been busy meandering through the fair, hand in hand (so they weren't separated in the crowd, they said), checking through booths of handmade local goods. Blaine bought a huge bag of kettle corn and Kurt had bought a frozen lemonade and convinced Blaine to share a funnel cake with him. As far as Kurt was concerned, funnel cakes only happened at fair and fairs were a seldom occurrence in his life, therefore, he was eating a fucking funnel cake, thank you very much.
When they'd finally realized that the dance performances were nearing, they'd been arguably on the exact other side of the fair and knew they'd need to book it if they didn't want to miss anything.
"Come on!" Blaine called, a splitting grin taking over his face as Kurt allowed himself to be tugged through the crowd. Kurt laughed like he hadn't in a long time, as Blaine called out over and over again, "Excuse me! Pardon me!" The crowd around them were all townies, so Kurt caught plenty of winks from some, laughs and playful eyerolls from others. Oh that's just Blaine and Kurt, never anywhere without the other, they probably thought.
Suddenly, Blaine froze and Kurt damn near crashed straight into his back, yelping in surprise. Before Kurt could ask what on earth he was doing, Blaine was releasing his hand and dipping into one of the booths. He emerged mere seconds later, a sneaky grin on his face, one hand balled into a fist as he shoved it in his pocket, obviously depositing something.
Kurt's eyes narrowed, "What did you do?" He questioned, eyeing Blaine's pocket suspiciously.
Blaine's eyebrows flew upward adorably as he said in a mockingly innocent voice, "I haven't the slightest what you mean, Hummel."
Kurt's eyes narrowed further but Blaine gripped his hand again, already beginning to pull him again. "Come on Hummel, we're late! We're late! We're terribly late!"
Kurt busted out a laugh, "Okay, White Rabbit, okay, calm down." And he allowed a chuckling Blaine to pull him the rest of the way to the bleachers. A makeshift stage had been erected on the Courthouse lawn on Main Street, directly across the street from Doug's Drugs.
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn't missed the first performance yet; he really was excited to see his kids perform. He heard a shout and turned to see Ray, the diner owner, sitting a few rows down and waving emphatically up at him. Kurt smiled and waved back. This town. This tiny, wonderful town. Kurt couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
He saw Darla trying to wrangle the youngest kids on the stage for their number. From the looks of it, Donald might be suffering some stage fright. Anna was twirling around and around and around, bound to make herself sick over beside the stage. Kurt bit his bottom lip and contemplated if he should run down there real quick, just to see if Darla needed the help.
"Hey," he felt more than he heard Blaine's words spoken directly into his ear. A shiver rocketed down his spine as he turned his head to find Blaine leaned in, unnecessarily close. "I got you this," He said, pulling that suspicious fist from his jean pocket, with the mystery purchase enclosed.
Kurt couldn't help it; he was too curious. He leaned in a little bit more, eyes wide. "What is it?" He felt like a kid again. A kid who believed in magic and that people were good and kind. That love was the answer to everything, that it really did conquer all.
Blaine's soft smile remained as he unclenched his hand to reveal two woven, braided bracelets.
"Are those...are those friendship bracelets?" Kurt asked, his voice feeling somewhat unsteady and how silly it was to feel so touched by such a childish thing. But he was, he really was.
Blaine nodded. He held out one, it had an intricate pattern of blacks, whites, burgundy and pale cornsilk blue. He gripped one end in between the thumb and forefinger of both his hands and held it out, flat and taught, gesturing with only his eyes for Kurt to hold his wrist out. He did. Blaine carefully tied the bracelet on Kurt's wrist, giving him room to breathe but triple knotting the hell out of it to ensure it didn't fall off.
Wordlessly, Kurt grabbed the remaining bracelet, a loud mess of pinks and blues, yellows and oranges and greens. He tied it on Blaine's wrist.
"So um...how do I take it off?" Kurt asked, a little embarrassed. "I...well, I've never had one before. Kids used to wear them in highschool after like the fall fun fest our school threw but, I uh. I don't know, I never got one." I didn't really have any friends, Kurt didn't say. But, as always, he didn't need to.
Blaine nodded in understanding. "You don't." He reached out his finger and tugged lightly at Kurt's snug bracelet. "You keep in on until it naturally falls off. It's a symbol."
"Of our friendship?" Kurt asked.
Blaine looked back at him. He was so close. "Of us." He said, answering nothing and everything all at once.
Kurt nodded slowly, "I'll wear it until it falls off." He echoed quietly. His eyes drifted down to the beautiful woven bracelet now tied onto him, a part of him in some ways. It seemed so fitting a symbol for them.
The moment was broken when the huge portable stage lights thundered on with a loud thunk and the power generators started whirring. A microphone popped and whistled to life a little painfully before Darla's sweet tea voice came over the crackling sound system. "Good evening everyone! I hope we're all having a good time!" The crowd whooped and cheered in response.
Daral smiled in the most loving, saccharine way, "Well I'm glad to hear it! As ya'll know, my name is Darla and I own the dance school here in Cassville and we are so excited to show y'all some dance today, aren't we?" It was the kids' turn to yelp and hollar. The crowd chuckled at their enthusiasm.
"Now, before we get this party started, I want to give a big shout out to a special someone. Most of you here know him by now, but we were very fortunate to have my nephew, Mr. Kurt Hummel, come down from the Big Apple to help us out this summer. Kurt darlin'? Could you stand up?"
Kurt froze, eyes wide and what? Watering? What the fuck? When did he become such a weepy person?
Darla's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Kurt, "Blaine? Could you make him stand up?" She joked and the crowd laughed, knowing that Darla's shot in the dark had been 100% correct; of course they were together.
Blaine laughed along with the crowd and tugged Kurt to stand. He stood, dazed and bashful as the crowd erupted into applause around him. He felt someone clap him on the back from behind, someone else said, "Good job, kid!". He heard some wolf whistles coming from down in the front and saw Bev and her gaggle of neon mom's decked out in matching rhinestone cowboy hats with wide evil grins, but soft, loving eyes. And Blaine. Lovely, sweet Blaine was beamed as he stuck two fingers into his mouth and released an ear splitting whistle. He pumped his arm in joy and if Kurt hadn't been so overwhelmed, he probably would have made a frat boy joke.
The crowd quieted and Kurt was beginning to sit back down when Darla's voice carried through the microphone, through the speakers, to Kurt. "Darlin', I know it's been a tough summer but I have been so grateful for all you've done." Some of the dance moms piped in with yeahs and mmmhmms. Darla continued, "so just know that we thank you and you always have a place in Cassville." The crowd clapped again and Kurt felt a bear-like hand clap down on his shoulder and shake him. It was like something his dad would do. He turned and saw Doug grinning at him. "You're one of us now, Kurt," he teased.
But oh man, how much Kurt wanted that to be true.
It hadn't been a total trainwreck. It had had its moments, for sure, but in the end the kids did a commendable job. And even when they didn't, the town still loved the piss out of those kids so it didn't really matter.
The bleachers began to slowly clear out, families stopping to talk and kids' being wrangled as bed time crept closer and closer. The sun was working its way toward the horizon and the sky was lit up in a torrent of pinks and peaches. Deep navy, damn near purple was hovering at the very base, a promise of night time to come.
"Will I see you two at the Gazebo tonight?" Doug called from behind Kurt and Blaine. Kurt's eyebrow went up in question but Blaine answered. "Of course; wouldn't dream of missing it."
Doug nodded, a happy smile on his lips, "Good, good. They have Cliff and Jo playin' this year. And yours truly might even sing a song or two." Doug said, shooting them a wink and a jovial chuckle.
"We'll be there," Blaine assured him and Doug nodded, seemingly pleased and slowly made his way down the bleachers.
"The Gazebo?" Kurt asked as soon as Doug was out of earshot.
Blaine nodded and they began to pick their way through the crowd. "Yeah, you know the gazebo that's right down Main Street, sort of on the fringes of town?" Kurt nodded, of course he did. It was a huge gazebo, fit for an entire wedding party. It was cute and picturesque and so unbearably sweet that it sort of made Kurt want to throw up a little bit. But like...in a good way.
Blaine continued. "So they'll do the fireworks pretty soon, in the next hour or so? But once that's done, the real party gets started. We always have a band playing and there's dancing and drinks. I think you're really going to like it."
Kurt felt a small smile slip onto his lips. "Sounds like fun. Yet another place you can show off your dance moves." He chuckled.
Blaine glanced up at him with a wicked smirk. "Only if you dance with me again."
The fireworks had been fun and beautiful and a surprisingly large production for such a small town. But it paled in comparison to the way the gazebo glowed in the dark muggy summer night. Kurt had seen fireworks a thousand times. But he'd never seen a huge gazebo, painted a glowing, unearthly white strung up with a metric fuck ton of warm white string lights. He'd never seen a crowd of people he actually felt welcome in. He'd never seen Blaine's face light up like that as they saw this beacon from afar and began running to it.
As they neared, Kurt heard the first notes of a familiar song. Heat Wave by Martha Reeves & The Vandellas. Oh God, Kurt loved this song. He giggled and flew straight to the dance floor, already packed with townies, and dragged Blaine with him.
Cliff and Jo were on stage, Jo on keyes and Cliff on the guitar. They had some locals helping to fill out their act for the night, a drummer, a bassist, some back up singers, even a few members of the local high school jazz group were there to provide a brass section. Blaine wasn't lying; this really was a party. Kurt couldn't help it, the music, the heat, the people, this entire goddamn day! He spun, a huge pirouette, not perfect in form. Something informal, something you'd see in a broadway musical maybe. But it felt right with the music and his legs sang like they'd never known pain. The crowd created a natural circle around him, a few people hooted, clapping as if asking for a show and fuck it! Kurt would give them a show.
Having caught the band's attention, Jo leaned into the mic and said, "We heard someone here seems to think our little town is stuck in the 60s. So…" She grinned, the whole town in on the joke, "This one goes out to you Kurt." And with that the intro stopped and Jo sang.
Whenever I'm with him
Something inside
Kurt, high on adrenaline and more fried food than he'd probably eaten in a decade, gave his shoulders a shimmy and placed his hands over his heart, making a moody, lovesick face at Blaine.
Starts to burnin'
And I'm filled with desire
Could it be the devil in me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be
Kurt walked bouncily over to Blaine and grabbed his hand, pulling him into a silly dance, one that was happy and joyful and not much else.
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can't keep from cryin'
It's tearing me apart
He released Blaine, but not before spinning himself under his arm. Blaine started doing some over enthusiastic version of the twist but it just worked so well that Kurt just laughed and melted back into the crowd of people.
Whenever he calls my name
So slow, sweet and plain
I feel, yeah, yeah, well I feel that burning flame
As the next words came up Kurt made a show of fanning his face heavily to the beat of the words.
Has my blood pressure got a hold on me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be
Just like a heatwave (Heatwave)
Burning in my heart (Heatwave)
Can't keep from cryin'
It's tearing me apart
Heatwave
Heatwave
The music took over as the horns really began to shine and the back up singers belted out a few high notes. Kurt was twirling through the crowd, he spun a tipsy Bev, who giggled gleefully. He melted perfectly into Linda, where he did a few steps of the charleston, getting a huge guffaw out of her. He spun away and into Ray, who was already grinning and the two did some hilarious charlie brown dance moves for a few beats. It was all so natural, so performative. He wound up next to Blaine and stared him in the eyes and she immediately began leading him in a jive like dance.
Sometimes I stare in space
Tears all over my face
I can't explain it, don't understand it
I'ain't never felt like this before
And fuck, there it was: lyrics that hit just a little too close to home. But this felt...different. It wasn't some dingy bar in the middle of nowhere where your options were each other or a lamp post. It wasn't some sexy song thudding through a bass into your bodies. This was open, clean air. Sticky and hot like the day Kurt had landed here. It was a sea of people who were somebodies, they meant something to him. It was friends and family and community and Blaine. They locked eyes and instead of unbearable lust and shaky breaths, it was toothy grins and sure hands.
But that doesn't mean it has me amazed
I don't know what to do, my head's in a haze
Just like a heatwave (Heatwave)
Burning in my heart (Heatwave)
Can't keep from cryin'
It's tearing me apart
As Jo positively wailed and the backup singers took over the last words, Kurt finally let go of Blaine but stayed close. He reenacted Blaine's silly version of the twist from earlier and Blaine joined him, laughed that honey laugh of his.
Don't pass up this chance
This time it's a true romance
Heatwave
The song ended and the whole audience broke out in applause. It was only then that Kurt realized they were clapping as much for the band as for Kurt. Twice in one night, he felt tears prick the back of his eyes. He'd spent so long looking for a place where people cared about him, where they'd appreciate him. Hell, even just like him. And here he was. In this perfect summer bubble, poised to pop in roughly 7 weeks. He glanced at Blaine.
He wouldn't waste it.
The band started to shuffle things around, preparing for their next number when Doug clapped a huge hand onto Blaine's shoulder.
"You want to help me out with this number?" He asked, eyes gleaming. Blaine glanced back over his shoulder, as if on instinct, where Bev was practically hanging onto Kurt. He saw Kurt's uncomfortable smile, but he was laughing, so he wasn't too worried. Doug saw the look and leaned in with a conspiratorial look on his face, "I bet it would impress your friend." He winked.
Blaine felt the blush spring to the top of his skin instantly, his olive toned skin not working as well as you'd think to hide the pink hue. "I uh, no I think I'll sit this one out. Thanks though."
Doug nodded, not pushing any further, but he continued to look at Blaine with pride in his eyes. Doug was perhaps the closest thing to a father that Blaine had ever had. This man had taught him how to throw a football, had helped him repair the chain on his bike more times than he could count and had come to every choir performance he'd ever had in school. That look in his eyes? The one of pride and love? It was one that Blaine craved and that still tore him up in the most lovely way every time he saw it.
"He's somethin' special, ain't he?" Doug said softly, looking over at Kurt now too.
Blaine just nodded, watching the way that gorgeous man had captured an entire town's heart. "Yeah. He is."
Doug clapped him on the back again, nodding his head, up and down, up and down, as he bit his lower lip. Finally, he said, "Special things are usually temporary, and you're real lucky if they aren't. But it doesn't make them any less special. Doesn't mean you should just ignore them."
Blaine turned the words over and over in his head, even as Doug drifted away, walking up onto the stage for his song. He watched Kurt for a spell more before breaking out of his haze and determined to do...something. He walked over to Kurt and Bev, where Kurt was now wearing a shade close to fire engine red on his cheeks. He heard Bev say something like, "Not too bad to look at either. If I were you I'd be-."
"Blaine!" Kurt crowed, seeing his friend approach and effectively shutting Bev up.
Blaine just smirked, "If you were Kurt, you'd be what?" He asked Bev, knowing he wasn't playing fair.
Bev cackled and grinned, just as wide and just as evil. "Oh I would-"
"I need a drink!" Kurt practically screamed as he shot away from Bev like a bullet out of a gun, breaking the hold she had around his waist. He fluidly grabbed Blaine's wrist and tugged him after, leaving a guffawing, tipsy Bev behind shouting, "We'll continue this conversation later!"
Blaine laughed but allowed Kurt to drag him to the makeshift bar. It was really just a few card tables with festive plastic table clothes manned by Lou, the local bartender, but it had alcohol and that seemed to be Kurt's only prerequisite at the moment.
"Are you having fun?" Blaine couldn't help but ask again, if not to just hear Kurt's voice over the absolute power of Doug belting out Home by Marc Broussard. A rhythm was beginning to fill the night, something hot and heavy and promising.
Kurt took a deep breath, in through his mouth out through his nose. Seemingly composing himself before turning to look at Blaine with a winning smile. "Yes. I am. Are you?"
Blaine matched his smile, unable to do anything but. "Yeah. Best year so far." His fingers reached out and swept some loose, sweaty hair off of Kurt's forehead. He hadn't consciously given his fingers permission to do so, but it was worth it to hear how Kurt's breath hitched and his eyes darkened.
Fuck, Blaine thought, This man is going to be the death of me.
But oh, what a way to go.
A/N: Ladies and gents, we're not done yet! It's a double feature weekend! I'll be posting another chapter tomorrow in celebration of July 4th! But also because this chapter was intensely massive and needed to be split up into two BUT ALSO celebrations or whatever. See you tomorrow!