"We bury our fears in the drinks, in these tears, for the days we believed we could fly."

[justwants2dance]

Who: justwants2dance and sweet_matty_d
What: Boy, how the hell did we get here?
Where: Kurt and Blaine's place
When: Around the same time as THISSam had left and gone back to Boston. It was a mutual choice, and they were still going to remain friends, but it became inevitable that the romantic relationship wasn't going to work. Or sexual relationship, to be more accurate. Sam

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[justwants2dance]

It was probably a miracle Mike didn't barf in the squashing hug his old friend had offered him. To be fair, though, he was in a haze of shocked confusion and he could honestly not even recall the amount of years it had been since he last saw Matt. Many... too many. A lot of many's. He hugged him back, but as soon as it was over, he just proceeded to gape at Matt as he tried to fight through the groggy hungover fog in his head. One bender too many maybe, and it was like he couldn't get his brain to work. Things were just a mess right now with Sam gone back to Boston and Blaine in hospital. At least some good news had come with Nick being found - rightfully - not guilty and he was free now to try and pick up the pieces of his life.

"Dude, what... why are you... are you..." Mike stammered and then when he wasn't entirely convinced he wasn't hallucinating, he gave Matt a poke in the shoulder with a frown, making sure he was even real. He felt real real. "What the hell are you doing here?! Please don't tell me you need a fucking kidney, because I'm not sure how much shit I can take!" he shrieked, rubbing the palm of his hand over his forehead helplessly.

[sweet_matty_d]

Matt's expression could only be described as WTF when Mike looked at him. Those eyes were eyes that Matt knew all too well, and even after all this time, he recognized his friend's expression. "Dude," he said calmly. "What's wrong? And what have you been drinking, because seriously, Mike? You look like you're still half drunk." Some friendships lasted a short time and were over. Others could go for years without contact, and pretty much pick right back up where they'd left off. Matt found himself thinking (or at least very strongly hoping) that his friendship with Mike would be the latter.

Shaking his head, Matt started to respond to Mike's not-quite-questions, but before he could, he was getting poked, and his brow knit as he glared at his friend. "Dude, what the hell are you doing?" he asked, fully prepared to grab Mike's hand and throw it off track if the other guy wanted to poke him again. "Mikey, are you okay?"

[justwants2dance]

Maybe he was still half-drunk, and that was why Mike's brain didn't seem to want to fathom Matt's presence. As it was, he knew it was a pretty heavy bender, and he was fucking suffering for it this morning. He made sure not to bring anything back to Kurt's place with Kurt's whole history and continuous struggle with drugs. The poor dude still had epic cravings and was on medication to fight them, but it wasn't like Mike was going to end up like Kurt. It was just one night and he needed to turn his brain off from working, and it must have worked, because he couldn't remember a fucking thing he did last night.

He just stood there holding his head and looking at Matt like he was about to disappear at any second. He was actually worried for a moment or two there he was going to cry too. There was a lump in his throat and hi eyes stung, but he managed to tell himself not to and it somehow worked. "Dude, if you've come here to tell me some bad shit or that more shit has gone wrong, I just... don't know if I can handle it on top of all the other crap going down right now. I don't know if you now anything, but she didn't just get real up in this place, it got fucking Godzilla genuine. Please, just tell me you aren't dying or some shit."

[sweet_matty_d]

It was clear that Mike had written himself off big time, and Matt gestured toward the couch. "Come on, dude... Let's have a seat. I'm freakin' exhausted. That was a long ass flight." But for a moment they still stood there, and Matt wasn't sure whether Mike was going to cry or puke. Gratefully, he did neither, and Matt reached out to clap his hand on Mike's shoulder. "I'm not dying, dude. Not by a long shot. I'm fine, I swear. I just... I heard a lot of shit was going down, and I had to come be with you guys. I know I didn't graduate with y'all, but you were my group, you know? My team, and I never stopped missing being a part of it with y'all."

Tugging on Mike's arm, Matt led him back over to the sofa and sat down. "Pop a squat, dude... I get the feeling this is gonna be one hell of a long ass conversation, so we might as well get this party started. What the hell's going on? I heard about Kurt and shit... I had to move heaven and earth just to get somebody to give me this address so I could find you. I didn't have anybody's contact information, but Cedes', and that's a whole different story for a whole different time. Anyways... Start spilling, dude. The whole damn world's gone crazy."