I worry a lot. I never knew it was possible to feel this goddamn concerned all the time. I’ve gotten a front row seat to how Blaine lives his life, and it ain’t good. When he’s not chugging Red Bulls and studying at all hours of the night, he’s running around doing the most random shit for people. Don’t get me started on the fucking panic attacks. He’s drained and tired when he gets home, always trying to put up that ‘Blaine’ front, but I know better now.
