Crazy inspiration + Adorability + Insomnia = THREE HOUR UPDATE TURN OUT.

I'm going to sleep now before I die. Please excuse any glaring typos or grammar errors, for it is late and I am slightly delirious.

ENJOY!

Del was too engrossed in her history homework to hear Blaine sweep through the door that afternoon. Nor did she hear his bag hit the floor of the living room, or him kick of his shoes, or him humming a tune.

What she did hear was the sound of crashing glass and a string of muttered curses.

"...Blaine?" she called down from her room.

Silence.

"Blaine!" she tried again.

Still nothing.

Sighing, she marched out of her room and down the stairs towards the kitchen, and when she rounded the corner, she was met with Blaine standing in front of one of the cupboards, surrounded by glass containers: a few on the counter, several in his hands, and one tall one clenched in his teeth.

"Um…what are you doing?" She furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms, leaning on the doorframe and staring her brother down.

"Mmryinoofineafozfozaflars," he mumbled around the glassware in his mouth.

"Wha—" but before she could finish, something sitting on the table caught her eye.

Resting on the edge of the kitchen table, hidden partially by an enormous, blue glass punch bowl, was a bunch of half-wilted, red and yellow roses, tied together with a fine red string.

"What are those?" Del asked, a smile creeping across her face.

"Hm…?" Blaine dropped the vase from his teeth to his hand and closed the cupboard, before turning around and spotting the punch bowl—and the flowers. "Oh, yeah, I'm Tony." Groaning, he picked up the bowl and set it on the counter, not minding to put it away.

There was a pause from Del before it finally clicked. "Hey! That's great! Congratulations! Fantastic! That doesn't explain where these came from!" Del pulled out a chair and sat at the table, reaching for the flowers. "…Or why they're half dead."

Blaine immediately swatted her hand away and picked them up himself, toying with the petals and frowning as a few drier ones fell off into his hand. "Kurt got them for me…on Wednesday." He sighed and walked the bouquet over to the sink, picking up a straggling vase from the counter on his way over. "I left them in my locker by accident."

"For two days?"

Blaine flicked on the sink and filled the container half-way up. "More water?" he asked, holding it up to show Del and raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, more water—but two days, Blaine?"

"The first day it was an accident. The second day, Kurt was at my locker at the end of the day and I knew that if I pulled them out with him right there, he'd hate me…" Blaine set the vase under the water again, and Del rolled her eyes.

"…whipped…" Del coughed under her breath.

"What?" Blaine looked up from where he was trying to stuff the whole bunch into the very small container.

"Nothing…" she sighed. "So, you got the part."

"Yeah," Blaine said quietly, smiling to himself. "I can't believe it."

"Pshaw! I can. You reek of Tony, dude." Del leaned forward and rested her forehead on the table, yawning and closing her eyes. "You were singing that audition song in your sleep."

She waited for a reply, but when there was none, she lifted her head up, only to find Blaine hopelessly trying to cram a few remaining flowers into the already stuffed vase. Slowly, she sighed and stood up, made her way over to her brother and nudged him out of the way, mumbling something along the lines of, "don't kill them any more than they already are, okay?"

"Sit down and tell me everything," she instructed, plucking the roses from the container and emptying the water down the sink before returning it to the cupboard and grabbing another, wider vase.

"Um…well…the flowers or the casting?" He plopped into one of the kitchen chairs and watched Del flit around the kitchen.

"Whatever." She crossed the room and pulled a pair of gardening scissors out of a drawer and made her way back to the sink.

"Um, well, the casting was boring, really. The list went up, we huddled, and we flipped our shit. Nothing too out of the ordinary." He shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

"Okay…then the flowers." Del pulled a completely brown stem from the bunch and flipped it across the room to the trash can. Blaine winced at the sound.

"Well, I don't even know where I was going but it was in the middle of the day and it was outside and we were on these stairs and he just came around the corner and was all sweet and told me that an infiltrate of his had told him that I had the role and…" Blaine drifted off, picking up a little red petal off the table. "It was sweet."

"Sounds like it." Del grabbed the bunch in one hand and began to methodically snip off the brown, dry ends of the stems.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, shaken from his thoughts.

"Don't you remember?" Del snipped off two ends at once, making a plunking noise as they hit the stainless steel of the kitchen sink. "Grandma always told me to cut off the ends of flowers before you put them in water. It let's them get the water better. Fresh"—another few ends fell into the sink—"start."

"Hmm," Blaine hummed, nodding.

"There you go." Del set down the vase of roses on the table and slid them in front of Blaine. Though not as great as they were fresh, they were a marked improvement from what had been laying on the table a few minutes ago. "Good as…not dead."

Blaine chuckled half-heartedly. "Yeah, well, I've got homework and…lines to learn." All attempts at hiding a smile went out the window at the last part of that sentence.

"Ditto." And after Del saw that the vase was set in the very center of the kitchen table, she headed upstairs to her room.

What she didn't see was Blaine follow behind her, right after plucking a single red rose from the bunch.