Month: August 2016

kurt.

Well it was a nice attempt.  But the fact remained that Kurt was caught…Blaine wouldn’t freak out, he’s pretty sure.  If anything he’d probably just be curious.  Kurt isn’t supposed to tell anyone though.  He was afraid of getting out of practice at Dalton, and so far he hadn’t but that might change if he has to dodge questions..

“It wasn’t anything important, don’t worry.”  He says, biting at his lip.  Chances are, with Blaine’s manners he wont even ask for weeks and just give him questioning looks.  Letting that happen would give him more time to think about it but…  He isn’t sure that it would help.  There wasn’t a particularly good outcome, but at least there wasn’t a horrible one either.

Tomorrow.  He’ll decide what to do tomorrow.  For now..  “I’m gonna go- eat, or something..”  He trails off.

Not wanting to make Kurt even more uncomfortable–Blaine stopped watching him.  Period. Not that the faint scent of oils and wax was something either one of them could ignore. But–he could pretend like it wasn’t there and maybe Kurt would forget about that part?  

Oh, what a mess.  

You don’t have to,” Blaine’s attention snapped from the wall he stared at.  Like not watching and doing that was going to make things any awkward?!

He was thrown off–okay?  Thinking on his feet in a rather I never saw this coming situation was something he could normally pull off. This though?  This was up there in the I never saw this coming category to pull off.  All he planned on doing was to come to their room, see Kurt and enjoy some quiet time to shake off his adrenaline from practice so he could sleep. Under prepared?  You could say that.

I mean–unless you want to?”  Honestly?  He really hoped Kurt would stay so he could try to ease his beyond frazzled nerves.

Since we really didn’t get to know The Warblers I would seriously love the chance to write them. I’m sure we all have our own head canons, I definitely have mine. We as writers and roleplayers are the only people who can dig deeper inside and explore all the council meetings, rehearsals, classes. All we really know is from the New Directions point of view. This could be like the spinoff we deserve yet we will never get. Who is with me?

I’m gonna repost this and add some comments/a reach out under a Read More!

I put this in the notes, but I seriously want to place this here and see who’d be interested.  

I’m so so so game. I’ve been toying around with the idea of a Warblers!RP or Group!Verse for so long. Just never thought that a lot of people would be down for it.  If you’re out there and really want to do a thing?  Let’s all talk maybe?  This could be so much fun. There’s people out there that wanna do it by notes alone so..yep!

@samevvns​ said:“i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

hurt meme. aka bring on the pain

     Blaine caught himself with one palm against the stage a day late and a dollar short.  With a heavy bounce and a sharp yelp–he was on his knees with his eyes squeezed shut.  A literal blinding flash of pain instantly shot from temple to temple feeling like it burned all the way through his brain once he landed.  All he could see was a burning white and stars. 

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“Sam,” he didn’t particularly like the faint whimper he heard in his voice so he tried to cover it with a laugh that managed to make his head hurt worse.  Probably should sit still? Not jar himself around with laughing like an idiot.  ‘I got you.  It’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay,’ his best friend was right beside him and Blaine dreaded opening his eyes but cracked them a sliver anyway. “It’s only a headache–.  Give me a minute.  I’m fine,” no he wasn’t, “I promise–.”

@ofscarllet said: 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“

hurt meme. aka bring on the pain

“Long enough for the bottle of break at the worst time,” Blaine couldn’t meet Barry’s gaze anymore and settled for meticulously picking at the sofa cushion.  If he wasn’t careful?  He’d tear a hole in it before long with how badly he was battering the poor thing. “Months?  Months, I guess. I mean–what am I supposed to do? I don’t even know what we are.”  And it was true. When it came to Barry?  He couldn’t tell where they were heading and most times it didn’t bother him because having Barry around in whatever capacity was enough. Until lately.  Lately? He found himself holding things back.  Feelings, words, himself.  Because lately has now become separated into two parts.  The parts of his day/night/whenever that had Barry in it and the parts that didn’t.

Those parts were always darker.  Because he missed him.

“I mean–what am I supposed to say?  Hey.  I have no idea what is going on with us but I’m in love with you and even if you can’t love me back?  That’s okay because I need you to know how I feel before I lose my—-oh God,” catching up to what he just said Blaine blinked and stared wide eyed up into the colors of green that were now all the shades he loved most.  “Sorry–I–um. Sorry.”  What did he just admit to?  Most importantly?  How long was it going to be before he was told what he already knew?  That he just made a big mistake.

@notacrabbastian said: “ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

hurt meme. aka bring on the pain

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Why did he come here?  Going home would’ve been smarter.  Drive directly from the airport, to his house, lock himself away and let all of this out.  That was the plan anyway.  He was halfway there when he passed Sebastian’s house and through blurry eyes saw that his bedroom light was on.  How far out of it do you have to be when you could half swear that the car decided to turn down his driveway on it’s own and you don’t realize that you’re knocking on someone’s door until they have you by the shoulders and are dragging you into the house?  ‘I got you.  It’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay,’ Sebastian’s voice came in an echo and Blaine only shook his head following without a fight to wherever he was lead.

Deflating onto the edge of the sofa–or was it a bed?–in a heap of limbs that didn’t want to work anymore–Blaine tried to turtle himself behind his arms and hands until he felt a gentle touch guiding one wrist down and a slender arm wrapping around his shoulders.  As if that touch was the last thing to break him–the tears he held in became unstoppable.  He was partially wrapped around Sebastian with his forehead touching a pale collarbone peeking out from the neck of Sebastian’s shirt by the time he could manage to mutter, “I told him–and it’s over. It’s done–. Sebastian?  What did I do to him?”

quiet.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow playfully at Blaine, giggling softly at his response. “Well, I think you would be a thief by association then, but then again, I’m assuming that would be most of the school. Jeff and Nick have a habit of doing things big.” He chuckled, following after Blaine almost loyally up the steps, holding onto his hand and just wondering what was up there, and sure he’d like it, if it was something Blaine liked.

“Oh,” He whispered out, surprised as they entered the room, taking a second for his eyes to adjust, but the room looked wonderful. He was sure that it was a great secret hiding spot, everything looked warm and inviting, not the stark contrast of the clean downstairs of the school. Well, clean when Nick and Jeff were behaving, at least. He thought that this would be a great place to come hide and read sometimes.

Feeling the tug on his hands, Kurt followed Blaine towards the set of double doors. He watched Blaine, feeling a flush rising on his cheeks, but distracted as Blaine opened the door to the balcony. Still holding onto the others hand, he stepped forward a bit to look outside, and felt his heart leap on his chest. He’d always thought of Dalton as beautiful, but seeing it from this high up and this angle was breathtaking. He didn’t say anything at first, his face just breaking into a huge grin.

“See?  I told you so,” Blaine whispered as his thumb pressed in tighter against the edge of Kurt’s hand.  The rest of his fingers followed suit by lacing in deeper and absentmindedly flexing against the hollows between Kurt’s.  He found himself ignoring the view below again for the one standing right beside him.  Seeing Kurt burst into grin that made Blaine’s lips reflect it was worth every letter scribbled on the wall he’d–no doubt–have to shrug off later when asked about it and say he had no clue on who might’ve done that.  There’s no way anyone in this school would think Kurt was the one to do it.  And he’d leave it at that.  Their secret.  Just like this place was.

Making sure to look away before he was busted–Blaine leaned one shoulder against the window frame without letting the other boy go.  The wood felt cool against his temple when he rested it there.  “How lucky are we,” he kept whispering not wanting to ruin the moment by talking too loud.  There was magic in the moment he didn’t want to lose and wouldn’t risk any chance of destroying it by breaking the spell Dalton had the power of casting on him–and by the looks of it Kurt.  “Being here.  Surrounded by this place,” his chin inclined towards the grounds as he peeked at Kurt.  “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.  It’s almost like your life before here doesn’t matter.”  

Which is precisely what Blaine wanted before he came here.  Though the other didn’t know how backstory.  He figured Kurt would just talk it up to him waxing poetic and that was fine.  “Not when you can lose yourself here.  Sometimes it makes me feel so small in the grand scheme of things.  How long it’ll exist after us and how long it did before but one thing will never change. It’s Dalton and it’s home.  Sorry,” he grinned now embarrassed at gushing about his love affair for their school.  “Sometimes what goes on in my mind just comes right out of my mouth.  Even if it is sort of..”  He shrugged and aimed his smile at the glow coming from the glass dome above the main building’s entry way, unsure of what to compare it to without further embarrassing himself.

@ofscarllet said: “it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

hurt meme. aka bring on the pain

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Why did he agree to company with the mood he was in?  Blaine used to consider himself as someone who was the living embodiment of wears his heart on his sleeve and he still is. Mostly. He can’t see himself not being that when it comes to matters of what his friends were going through.  Or what he feels for them.  His passions are even there for all the world to see. But? Everyone has their own issues.  Everyone’s dealing with life and doing their best to keep their head above water lately.  And if he was the one who could barely tread well enough to keep from sinking?  No one needed his problems.  It was hard to pinpoint a time where he started to be like this. Again.  Broadcast one thing while feeling like the other.  That lapse of holding things in might’ve been his downfall today.  One concerned look from Barry and he was shaking.  One touch and there were tears in his eyes. Tossing his hands up defensively to hide behind–Blaine tucked his chin down into his collar and blurted without pausing for air,  “I’m sorry.  Maybe you should go.  It’s only a bad day.  It’ll pass.  I just need to get my head on right.”