Chapter Four:
Blaine waltzed in with Mercedes at his side. He doesn't walk, he waltzes. He's just dapper that way. He can do that. Mercedes pulled me and Demi into a hug, since we had all already met. Blaine gave me a hug and turned to Demi. "So I assuming your Demi?" he said sticking his hand out for her to shake. She took his hand. "Ya, but you can call me A.C since that's my real first name. Or Demi, or A.C.D.C, but Kurt calls me Demi," she said while shaking his hand. "A.C is your first name?" He sounded extremely curious. "Oh ya, when I was adopted my adoption parents had to come up with a name for me, since my current initials were A.C they decided to make that my first name, since they didn't really know what my personality was to base a name on," she rambled in one breath. "That's actually really cool, I think I'm gonna call you A.C.D.C, just because it sounds awesome," he smiled his big goofy smile that I loved so much. We all sat down. Breadsitx…. You sincerely make me wish there was more restaurants in Lima. Blaine, Demi, Mercedes, and I were out to dinner there. The food was greasy… I couldn't help but look at it in disgust. It was slowly becoming awkward. So apparently Mercedes and Demi had taken it upon themselves to silently push us together… asking us lots of way to personal questions. They were more directed toward Blaine than either of us. "So… Kurt… dolphin?" Demi asked nodding toward Blaine. He looked terribly confused. "Ugh… yes Demi… now stop prying," I hissed at her with my best bitch glare. She returned it with her better bitch smile… I need to have her teach me how to do that. "Blaine, walk with me, we need ice cream, right now," and she pulled him out the door. "Alright, spill white boy," Mercedes said knowingly. I wonder what Demi's doing to Blaine.