elliott.

Elliott knew the impact he had on people when their issues came up. He supposed it was the fact that he was, well, so open. He didn’t understand the point in judging someone. At the psychologist mention Elliott couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh hell nah, I’m not smart enough for that.” Not at all.

“You don’t have to make it up for me!” He pulled an almost confused expression for a moment before a smile graced his face. “Trust me, it’s alright – if I didn’t want to hear it I wouldn’t.” Elliott didn’t like it when they loaded their issues on him, it’s what finally made him leave for yoga, but the occasional issue that he wasn’t actually caught in the middle of? He could cope with that.

“I think you’re cutting yourself short. You’re definitely smart enough for that. Besides? I think for that line of work–what you need most is just to care for people.” Elliott was one of those rare breeds that did exactly that in spades. He was such a kind hearted soul. No wonder the ragtag group that the poor soul found himself flung into ended up clinging to Elliott so much. The man brought a center of gravity with him wherever he want. One talk and things just felt easier.

Blaine could only hope that feeling would last once he was on his own without Elliott’s aura of calm thereto make things feel okay. Because they weren’t. Blaine knew that. He wasn’t blind. Facing it? That was a whole other ballgame he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Or if he ever would be. Not wanting to burden Elliott more with those thoughts–Blaine merely smiled and held up a hand to protest. “I insist. Please? We can talk all about your yoga retreat. Or what you want to do now that you’re home again. I don’t know–get drinks and talk about nothing that makes sense. Anything that involves laughing and having a good time would be great. You deserve it and I could use it,” his nose scrunched and he squinted pleadingly. “Fair enough?”

thank you.

“Positive.” Kurt was rarely rude without cause, but he still might not be the best person to ask. Of course, Blaine and his oh so kind heart might not even be aware of that, so he doesn’t say so. “Decent people have done way worse than you could do, believe me.” Maybe he’s biased, but Blaine was too hard on himself.

“Thanks, Kurt.” Letting go of the last of his guilt was going to take time. What would be worse was shirking Kurt’s attempt at making him feel better by continuing to mope around. Reaching over–he scooped up Kurt’s hand and covered it with his palm. “I don’t know what I did for you to see me the way you do. Whatever it is? I’m glad I did..” Thinking hard as he watched his fingers drum silently against Kurt’s hand–Blaine whispered quietly. “I’m so lucky to know you. You know that–right? Anyone’s lucky to know you.”

okay..not a height joke.

“I’ll have to see for myself then. I’m not big into feeding into the rumor mill, believe it or not,” he chuckled. Sebastian rolled his eyes out of playful annoyance. “If it was a height joke I would’ve said something about you being so small that cuddling was actually picking you up and placing you in either my pocket or atop my shoulder. That’s a height joke, killer,” he leaned in to kiss him gently.

When he felt Blaine pressed against his body his own heart thumped quite heavily. The rest of his body moved in to follow the contours and curves of Blaine’s very own. Taking Blaine’s fingers so that he could encase the boy in his arms, he had never felt better. One arm reached underneath the pillow and blaine’s head and sprawled out. “Shut up, cutie,” he whispered and chuckled. Kissing the back of Blaine’s neck he laid his head back down. “Of course.” His fingers traced over Blaine’s chest sweetly as gentle kisses met his shoulder. It wasn’t sexually motivated, but simply out of a compassionate place in Sebastian’s heart.

“You better never say you’re going to put me in your pocket or on your shoulder. Like ever. You and I will duel at dawn if you do.” He could still feel the peck lingering on his lips even after his back was against Sebastian’s chest. A set of long fingers answered his beckon call and slid between Blaine’s. Sebastian’s arm was guided around his chest exactly how Blaine wanted. What cemented the Warbler’s Get Out Of Jail Free Card from the “not height joke” was the dips and hollows of Sebastian’s body moulding themselves against his back and legs. Fine hairs running along the back of Blaine’s neck stood on end at the kiss pressed there. His stomach caved and he pressed his cheek firmly against the pillow for balance.

Cutie? He blushed never thinking he’d hear that term come from Sebastian. It was endearingly sweet. “Wait. Am I supposed to shut up? Or ask my question,” he asked in a dry, ragged voice that evened out with the feather light shoulder kisses. “Because I’m confused now.” Untangling his fingers from Sebastian’s as they caressed his chest–a feeling that made Blaine close his eyes as he sank into the calm the touch brought–Blaine reached back and found a strand of Sebastian’s bangs to lightly twirl through his fingers. “I mean–I can shut up. But? That’s not very nice to say to someone, Seb. Especially during epic cuddles. I’m offended,” he grinned lazily. And then he gave that wisp of hair he toyed with a careful tug to stress his point.

@blainecrissindies said: “who the hell did this to you?” (Burt!)

hurt meme. aka bring on the pain

Blaine head was spinning after waking up in this how does this happen in real life predicament. Who thought anyone could top off an actual living, breathing bearcub in his and Dave’s bedroom? Nothing could put a cherry on that cake. Or so you’d think. The metal around his wrist was given another frustrated yank. Headlights?! He pushed himself back against the banister he was handcuffed to when he heard brakes screech before Burt could finish getting to the garage. Then watched helplessly as he ran up the stairs. Owlishly blinking at him–Blaine shrugged and wriggled his numb fingers. “I was walking to my car after work and heard someone running up behind me. I turned around and swear I saw Sue before I woke up here. Can you please get me loose before Kurt gets home? And who knows where she snuck that key in on him. If there even is a key. Or if he’d find it! Oh God. Tell me you don’t need a key!” Burt was a mechanic! He should be able to pull this off! “I just really want to go home..”

hunter.

Hunter wasn’t very good with people. Anyone who got in a ten foot radius of him would know that. His actions && behavior was that of an animal. He wanted to be king so badly, he became more lion than man. His goals were set, his mind made up, the only thing in the world that mattered was himself. Maybe one day reality would come back to him && he’d learn how to be like everybody else, how to treat everybody else. Unfortunately that day wasn’t anywhere in sight. The first order of business was apparently Blaine’s life. He wanted to make sure Hunter didn’t meddle, and luckily for him, he didn’t want to. He couldn’t be bothered with idle things such as Blaine’s old friends in the New Directions. He had a team to focus on right here. Next order of business, the real reason Hunter bothered himself with their little coffee run. Even though now he had an even stronger distaste for the male, && the idea of coffee with him seemed excruciating. There was a fine line between agreement, && overstepping. This was the latter. All he had to do was say yes and move on. Seemed the on again off again Warbler wasn’t as guilt free from drama as he seemed. It would be far to easy to fall into old habits. To start a fight, and likely win. With his training there weren’t many fights he could lose. Not to mention Blaine didn’t look like the toughest trouper. If he gave in to the anger, where would that leave him? Beating up one of the most loved and respected males on their team, would be show choir suicide. “Seems I’ve caught you on a bad day, Blaine. What a shame. If you’d like, we can call off today’s coffee break. I’d be happy to take a rain check. Until you’re ready to set aside your differences, and play nice with me.” Before he could even get his answer he started walking again. “It’s a two way street, Blaine. Can’t be the voice of reason with such a strong bias against me. I hope to see more from you. Maybe we’ll duet about it.” He turned back to give the other a teasing sappy look. “Oh, && I think we’re crystal clear.”

Hunter’s nerve managed–yet ain–to outdo itself at the exact moment where he pinned that it had to be at the pinnacle of it’s existence. However. Hunter continued to show he had a limitless supply of gull, bravado and general ability to make Blaine feel like he had something stuck under a fingernail. No. Wait. Fingernails. Like–all of them. Before making the decision to come back to Dalton–Blaine had lengthy conversations with Sebastian about the boy currently questioning everything from his intentions to his integrity. He promised Sebastian that he would do what he always did–try to let bygones be bygones and approach this as the possibility to see Hunter in a different light. Maybe even become friends with a little work on his part to like the guy. Here we are. Day One and already Blaine was doubting he could ever pull off what was now looking like an utter miracle act of divine intervention in getting him to make good on that promise. All that without knowing that Hunter was measuring how the both of them would turn out if they got into a fistfight and sorely underestimating him. Which would have been fine in Blaine’s book. As well as a relief that Hunter–apparently–wasn’t tuned into one very locked down secret that Blaine left in his wake at Dalton Academy. His brows lifted and he blinked–arms crossed in front of his chest. Blaine hummed and nodded his understanding with a purse of his lips in a thoughtful frown. “Thing is–your two way street? That’s all on you to keep open. I’m not the one who initiated this conversation and took it in the direction you did.” Turning on his heel–the look he gave Hunter was nothing short of ‘this is all you buddy’ what he offered without a backwards glance as he walked away was either an olive branch–or his response to that sappy look that was only another taunt. “I’ll make sure to pick a song for us to sing tomorrow,” he paused and turned far enough to give Hunter a polite smile. “The guys will love it. See you at practice.” Now where was he? Oh! Going to look for Sebastian, Trent, Nick and Jeff. And off he went to find them..

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@unsuspectinghearts said: “who the hell did this to you?” (for finn! yay!)

hurt meme. aka bring on the pain

He didn’t hear Finn coming into the locker room where he was hunched on the bench, forearms propped across his legs and using all his concentration to force his hands to stop shaking. A decent sized bruise ran up his neck. Upon closer inspection the blotchy colors were made up of four individual marks about as far apart as fingertips. Nothing a high collared shirt and a bowtie wouldn’t cover up. Which he planned on doing after a shower. Hearing the question–he bolted upright and tugged his jacket collar higher. “Finn,” nothing like a smile to cover how rattled he was–right? “Just a sparring match that got a out of hand,” he lied, “Nothing to worry about.”

sebastian.

“Comfortable is me naked, but something tells me that’s not what you’re willing to deal with,” he chuckled. He slept naked, of course, so he was at least honest about it. Surprisingly enough, he was comfortable. The pillow was nice and so were the blankets. The fire felt so incredible on his skin. Everything was turning out to be so wonderful.

“Is that so? Now, is that a reputation that everyone knows or were you just told that by one specific person?” he teased. Poking Blaine, he scooted in close. “Yup, perfect now.” Sebastian wrapped his arm around Blaine’s midsection and pulled him in close. “Please tell me you’re a little spoon,” he chuckled. Sebastian kissed his shoulder sweetly as he rested on his side.

Skipping past the sans clothing confession–Blaine jumped right back to the topic of his Cuddle Reputation. “It is so, Mister. My cuddles are world renown. I can’t believe you haven’t heard of their legendary status.” He pretended to be offended but his plan was cut short by the poke and subsequent hard swallow when Sebastian moved in closer and pulled him in. Blaine’s fingertips came to life when he touched them to a freckled shoulder and smiled, laughter danced in his eyes and came in a silent shaking of his head.

He was glad for being the one with their shirt on to cover goosebumps prickling up over his shoulder and running down his spine when he glanced down at the spot Sebastian’s lips were before narrowing his eyes up at him. “Was that a height thing? That better not have been. I’ll have you know? That won’t be tolerated but–sure. I am.” One gentle press of his fingertips later he squirmed around until his back was pressed to Sebastian’s chest and he wiggled his fingers back above his shoulder for Sebastian to grab them so he could pull Sebastian’s arm around to the front of his chest. “Better not have been a height thing,” he quickly mumbled with a grin. Sighing–Blaine watched the flames growing brighter. “Can I ask you something?”

Send me ✥ for a song that reminds me of our muses.

kurt.

“You think you haven’t sinned? Blaine, everyone does bad things. All the time. Intentional or otherwise.” He says with a shrug. “It’s no big deal.”

“I know everyone does bad things,” Blaine ran a palm across his mouth, “I get that. I just–.” Running out of words–he meets Kurt’s eyes with guilt still lingering in his. “You’re sure it’s not a big deal?” The problem was? Blaine hated making mistakes. Intentional or not–like Kurt said. It doesn’t matter.