suddenly–here you are.

Part of the fun of out of town heists is that Barry otherwise wouldn’t travel much at all. He didn’t have time between work, hero business, and criminal activity. He didn’t feel like he had much free time before he got his powers either, though he clearly wasted that time.

New York City was one of those daydreams he had in high school. Things change but he was still pretty excited. It was a big heist, too. They’d be in town for ten days before the job, making sure everything was air tight, details that couldn’t be accounted for in Central were taken care of. Another week at least after that to make sure when they leave it won’t be under a magnifying glass.
Plenty of time to enjoy himself as long as he’s back at the temporary base whenever he needs to be.

It was going to be fun, anyway. He goes out to eat with Shawna and Hartley the first afternoon after arrival, which was also nice, until he spotted Blaine Anderson.
Barry was glad to have left high school in the dust, drape a veil over it never to be touched. And here it was, meeting his eyes across the room. It’s old habit at the sight that a grin pulls at his lips. It was only fake half of the time back then, at any point.. He is far from that person. The grin falls as he ducks his head, gets back to the conversation.

It’s not until they’re leaving that what he really hoped wouldn’t happen, does. Blaine approaches as friendly as ever. Barry glances between him and his teammates quickly, not quite sure what to do with the situation. Hartley looks at him like he’s trying to decide what to think off of appearance alone and Shawna gives Barry a look that he doesn’t bother getting the message of and instead only nods to the door. Confused, surely, but it’s not like Blaine is a threat so there’s no protest or question. Not until later, he’s sure. Barry turns to fully face Blaine then with a somewhat sheepish smile. “Long time no see.”

Another term at NYU was starting and Blaine was busy finishing up all the last minute details he had to take care of before going back for his final year. His Master’s Degree was within arm’s reach and he couldn’t wait to graduate. Thus the scatterbrained excitement that had him venturing out yet again. A bag stuffed full of supplies he only just now remembered he needed was at his feet. That–hopefully–should be it. Now–it was time to reward himself with a lunch break and coffee.

Funny how fate can work that way. If it wasn’t for his thoughts being as jittery as his lack of caffeine shakes that his second cup only just now chased away–he might’ve darted off after finishing his food and never caught sight of something rather someone who he hadn’t seen in how long? Sebastian.

Blaine noticed him moments before Sebastian ever took note.

His expression never changed from the excited look of recognition when their gazes met. That grin. He missed that grin more than he’d like to admit and was quickly reminded how much the moment he saw it again. A faint hint of pink blazed over olive cheeks. He ducked his head when Sebastian did and wasn’t rude enough to interrupt but not polite enough not to steal several glances his way as Sebastian talked with his company.

Seeing them all getting ready to go Blaine quickly approached–too thrilled at the possibility of speaking with his old friend to think of the fact that Sebastian was going to leave without saying hello. Any nervousness about approaching him with a couple of friends flanking him went out the window–too. “Sebastian? Wow! It’s good to see you..” His ever-present smile repeats the greeting to the others and he politely bids them farewell with a bow of his head. Now? His attention is fully on him and his smile is as wide as can be. “Yeah! How are you? I’m sorry.. Am I holding you back? I just really wanted to say hi…”

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#oh gurl hold up where my bowtie at

nick.

Nick knew that Blaine leaving Dalton was in the past and he couldn’t undo anything, even if he really wanted to. Nope, not at all. He felt for Blaine, he was unable to do anything and it was all up to the New Directions and they have done the work. He shook his head, looking down. “No, not really. All I really know is that he was jealous of what you and Kurt had, and that is why he wanted it to happen to him and not you. Still doesn’t make it right. But the only thing he told us was that it was JUST a slushie before hand.” Nick told his friend, remembering the day. It all went so quickly and then continued. “We all just found out what he put in, it was rock salt… gosh Blaine if I had ANY idea it would happen I would have stopped it in a heart beat. There is no doubt about it. I am so sorry this happened to you. Let me tell you something, he will get what is coming. Dalton’s zero tolerance policy might finally have a use.” He said, grabbing his friends hand. “How do you feel though really? Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, sorry.” He said looking down at the floor. He did’t know why he couldn’t talk to Blaine in this state. This is not how things should be. “I am glad to see you too Blaine. You have no idea. Things will get better soon. Warblers honor.”

“I thought my relationship wasn’t an issue anymore.” That was wrong. Blaine knew that “cloud” lingered in the background of their conversations that often borderlined on inappropriate. Ones he denied to Kurt were anything close. To the point that he felt guilty for lying. But he didn’t think the underlying tension would come to a head like this. Above all? Sebastian was his friend. A betrayal of stealing a setlist and announcing it to his friends where he got the information was an extreme in Blaine’s book. One he had yet to confront Sebastian on but after he got over the hurt? He fully planned on doing. Until–things spiralled even worse and here we are. An extreme that went beyond–beyond. Everything was broken. Blaine was left sitting in the hospital overnight wondering how he could have saw it coming and stopped it. Instead of feeding into it like he felt he did. This was all so screwed up. “It hurts–yeah. They kept me here because–under eighteen and just taking safety measures. I’ll go home in the morning til I come see a specialist and they determine the extent of the damage and what has to be done.” Don’t even get him started on how petrified he was when he thought about what might happen if it was too much. No amount of reassurance from the E.R. doctor could put that worry to rest. “Nick? Before any of you say anything? I want to talk to Sebastian first. Listen. I haven’t named him as being the one who did it. I got in trouble but..I know what he goes through at home. If his Dad found out? Can you tell the guys to let me talk to him? Just–don’t say anything yet. If it comes to that–we can. I promise. Please promise me too, okay?”

no air.

As much as Sebastian would like to pretend otherwise, he tended to agree with the others. He’d screwed up bad. He thought if he just proved to Blaine that he was BETTER than Kurt, that he could ~~humiliate~~ beat him, that that would somehow bring Blaine to him. That if he just WON the National’s, Blaine would realize how good of a fit they were, and Kurt would be forgotten. He realized after Dave, how wrong he’d been. He couldn’t prove anything to Blaine if he didn’t believe it first. All his life he’d tried to prove he was worth it. That he was worth his father’s attention, no matter if by his academics excellence, or by his teenager misdeeds. That he was worth more than the people who’d judge him for his sex, sexuality, personality or anything he was born with. His father had made him feel that that was the only way he’d ever grab someone’s appreciation. But he’d learned it differently, no matter how long it’d took, and now it seemed that maybe, perhaps, Blaine thought he was worth it, even if he couldn’t prove it. Even if there was no way to prove it to someone that didn’t want to see, it didn’t seem to matter, because it looked like Blaine ALREADY thought it. Could he dream of it? His breath was audible in the room when Blaine’s warm hand met his skin. His blood pumping thick in his throat against Blaine’s palm, as he let his own hand be held like he’d always hated to, but that with BLAINE felt so easy. The words made him breathe in. The way Blaine said “we”, the way it felt hearing him actually put them together like that. For a long time Sebastian had felt like he just didn’t deserve Blaine leaving anyone just to be with him. But right then, he was willing to hope.

As he opened his eyes into Blaine’s, he saw the anguished light in them, and his eyebrows screwed together. He could hear it, of course. He’d always known what Blaine’s words really meant. He could hear the beg, and he was as always tempted to give in. To comfort and care for Blaine as it’d become his second nature astonishingly fast. But something in him wasn’t so ready to let go this time around. Wanted to hold on just a little longer because it felt as though they were so close. As though he were so close to finding out what it felt like to have Blaine to himself. The mere dream of a thought made him dizzy. Blaine was everything. “Honest.” He said, then, more firmly than he’d expected himself to be able to. The brush of their knees and the warmth on his neck seeming to get him just drunk enough on the heat to keep going. “Aren’t you lying to him?” He asked, licking over his lips and feeling his own skin grow feverish as he slid even closer to Blaine. An urgent tone to his every word. “Aren’t you lying to him every day you tell him nothing’s going on? When he says my name, aren’t you lying to him when you tell him I don’t matter? You’re already hurting him, Blaine.” You’re hurting all of us. And wasn’t that the truth? “Blaine, please.” Blaine might have qualms against begging out loud but Sebastian didn’t. He’d beg for Blaine as long as he had to. If Blaine had pushed him aside, he could handle it. But what he couldn’t do was walk away when Blaine’s eyes seemed to be asking him to stay. “I get it…” He said softly, as he raised his free hand to caress Blaine’s wrist on his throat. “I get it, killer… You’re so freaking good… But sometimes.” He held his breath as he leaned in, gaze begging as he almost let their noses brush, speaking over Blaine’s lips as he let it for him to take the final step. “Sometimes we have to be a little selfish. Because sometimes being good doesn’t really help anyone.”

Blaine felt the first lines and cracks of his heart begin to shatter to pieces the longer they sat in this position. So close but miles and miles apart because he was the one doing this to them. He stared into a sea of green that begged him to yield–begged him to love Sebastian back–begged him to let go and meet him halfway more than physically. Everything Sebastian was asking–if it happened a year ago–Blaine knew he’d give it to him freely because it was killing him not to give it to him now. Even if it was? He wasn’t the only one suffering. One look into Sebastian’s eyes was proof that Sebastian was hurting worse. And–oh God–that was something Blaine never wanted. For someone to hurt over him. When his plea went ignored–Blaine’s thumb pressed in gently against the strip of skin along Sebastian’s throat it was making circles on. He debated pulling away. Chalking this up to another mistake. Say that he didn’t know he was looking at him the way Blaine knew he was. Play stupid. Play oblivious. Everyone–including himself–knew that he could be exactly that so very often. Maybe this time he could take advantage of it for once and get away without damaging them to the point of no return. It was a cheat–shallow and without a doubt the opposite of his motto of courage. But–maybe being cowardly this time was something he could forgive himself for rather than never being able to if he was the one who took the jump.

As soon as the question came–the ever-present burning in his eyes finally gave way to blurry vision and tears barely held back behind long, thick lashes. Closer. Sebastian slid closer then and Blaine’s skin burned underneath the feathery touch on his wrist.. The other set of fingers balled up his shirt and squeezed tight against his shoulder. –Yes, I’m hurting him. Yes, I’m hurting you. Who am I anymore?– Keeping his eyes unfocused and blind as he met Sebastian’s again–a wrinkle of guilt and longing creased between his brows. Blaine was hinging on every word he said. Their new closeness made his heart grow warm, his lips tingle. ‘Please..,’ but the word was silent and barely caused his lips to move. “I’m so sorry I’m hurting anyone. I’m not good. Good people don’t do this..” A splash of wet fell from his jaw and hit Sebastian’s wrist when their noses brushed. Again–he listened. His chest hitched and his breath stopped. Sebastian’s gaze begged as hard as he felt himself doing the same inside. He wasn’t getting any reprieve from this–was he? There was breath moving over his mouth. Warm and soft and a caress of a promise if he just leaned in and did what he was too petrified to do. There’d be no going back after that. No more times where he could say he was faithful and devoted. Considerate and kind. Kind people don’t lean in closer. Kind people don’t clutch onto another boy’s shoulder when you are so, so taken.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry..” Kind people don’t close their eyes and feel tears trickling down the bridge of their nose and not stop before you can’t feel where your breath ends and another person’s begins. Nor to they nod and groan when the motion brushes their lips together with ones who shouldn’t be there in fidelity terms but there is no planet you want to be on where they aren’t right where you need them to be. Here. A breath away until even that space is gone. And you’re falling into the first taste of a mouth that has you reeling as the rest the world outside that kiss just–goes away.

❥ ✖ ♒

the salty af munday meme @samevvns

More salty salt under the Read More. Daaang we a salty bunch today!

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

I try not to hold FCs over a character because that’s sort of negating a potential partner for something you can ignore if the writing is amazing–imagination is great like that! I came close, though. I adore Cillian Murphy to the point that I modeled a character after him in one of my books. Someone who is very vicious and awful to people in an unmentioned community popped up using him a couple years ago and that one kinda killed my buzz a bit. But I love the actor so much that I wouldn’t turn anyone away who plays someone with that FC.

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

I know this is kind of hypocritical since I’m doing a salty meme but it seems like a lot of people have joined who are a whole lot more bitter and rude since I first came around? So many people are quick to explode on someone. Or call them abusive or toxic whenever it’s just an opposing opinion or someone they don’t like. Those are strong words to toss around and shouldn’t be used just to throw a tantrum and try to turn people against someone you dislike. Other than that? I kinda keep to my own little world and try to surround myself with positivity so I keep enjoying this place. If I can’t ignore what someone is doing, I unfollow. Simple as that.

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently rping in?

I stick more to indie because–I know I see some people have awful experiences and maybe I’m just oblivious–the people I’ve met in the indie Glee community have been nothing but warm, welcoming and I’ve made some amazing friends here. By far the best group of indie players I’ve ever met. With the exception of maybe three people I’ve encountered out of many. As far as people in the Gleerpc? I’ve noticed a great divide between the types of people I have encountered there. I haven’t had much experience with them but I’ve seen either really great writers who become close to me or people I’d rather not be involved with. At all. There seems to be no inbetween.

☯, ☼, ☀

the salty af munday meme @highlycomplicatcd

Just like the meme says. Much salt under the Read More!

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

Many times. I’ve been the mediator for most fights around me both offline and online. Or an ear to listen/shoulder to lean on to a lot of people who need it. I try to keep a calm perspective about most things–like everyone I have my limits–but it tends to let people know I’m here for them if they need someone to give advice. Whether for themselves or to diffuse a situation.

☼ How long do you stay mad?

I usually get over being mad pretty quick. Less than a day. Sometimes even less than a few hours. There are times where I reach my boiling point though. I’m usually pushed there by people being outright disrespectful to me or people I care about. Or just disrespectful in general. Those people are usually just dropped from my radar because life’s too short for that.

☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?

I don’t have many. I think the biggest I have is if you are giving your all to a thread and someone writes something–not even talking length here just emotion–so blank and empty that you question if they’re into it and wonder what you’re supposed to do. If you are lacking feeling or excitement in a thread, you need to talk to your partner and see what you can do to spice things up. Or start something new. You should respect the other person’s efforts enough to try to work things out rather than post something that has them wondering if you even read their entry or were just going through the motions to get something out of your queue.

the salty af munday meme

Because, like it or not, we’re not all balls of sunshine all the time. We can be pure salt when we want to be.

☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?
♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?
♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?
♢ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz
♚ How many people don’t like you?
⚜ How many people do you not like?
✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?
☄ Have you ever been in the middle of drama?
☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?
☼ How long do you stay mad?
☀ What’s your rp pet peeve?
☁ Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn’t have?
☂ Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn’t have been?
☢ What fads/trends are you so over?
☣ Have you ever rp’d with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?
♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?
❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?
✿ What do you think about public call out posts?
✂ A fandom that you feel isn’t open and accepting?
✉ A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?
✦ Thoughts on duplicates following you?
✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?
❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?
❦ Has someone been jealous of you?
❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?
✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?
♒ Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently rping in?
❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Biting, hot or cold?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I mean, it’s not like I can help it. At least I’m not participating. It could be worse. I’ll be sure to get one started at home though.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) For sure? The last thing we need is Rachel or Sam walking in on us.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Nope, you’re not allow to beat me there.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Definitely warming up on that one. Getting there, gorgeous. Keep going??
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m holding you to that promise.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) For sure. They’re gone. I could always put a Do Not Disturb sign on the front door. I wonder if that’ll work. Or I could lock it. Does anyone here actually carry a key?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Too bad. You’re already beaten. Guess you’ll have to play catch up.

jan.

A moment passed where Jan could only squint in thought as she tried to remember if she got everything else– but it passed just as quickly as it came before she shook her head with the smallest of smiles once more.

“I THINK I’m good. My mom was getting on me about packing last night, so really the only thing I probably forgot was the jacket just walking out the door. But who knows? I probably DID forget something, I just can’t think of it right now. It always ends up that way if I’m on a trip.” A moment of pause before she glanced quickly at the rest of the group, looking back seconds later. “I’ll keep that in mind. I’m pretty sure that, aside from my performance clothes, MOST of the stuff I have is all fandom shirts and jeans.”

“Nothing wrong with fandom shirts and jeans!” Being half asleep and only part way into his coffee in the morning ended up with him pulling a Criss Angel trick with the overly stuffed bag that he was sorry he forced into his locker now that he was wide awake with his cheeks puffed out and a grunting tug–tug that was less than graceful trying to get it out.

Finally! Stumbling backwards as the bag came loose–Blaine staggered to a stop with a look of pride and regret. Picking back up with the conversation to skip over that little faux pas–he slung the strap of that bag over his shoulder over the one that was already there. “I have a throw I brought for the bus ride,” he laughed and bobbed his head from side to side, “Thus the–how did I think stuffing this in my locker was a good idea moment. Jacket’s all yours. We’re going to go get dinner and see what there is to do after,” he leaned in all conspiratory like, “Sort of a let’s have fun while we are together and away from the parents thing. Come along anyway?”

tina.

^{Tina couldn’t help looking over at the table of guys as well and grinned to herself because they looked like a fun bunch. Then again, anyone who wasn’t Puck or the hockey players would look like that to her. At the mention of the piano being his favorite, her smile widened because it was nice to meet someone else who appreciated the instrument. “I figured you had to go to a private school given,” she gestured at his outfit,” what you’re wearing. It stands out around here. You’re part of the Warblers, huh?” She remembered coming across the group on various show choir blogs and forums but hadn’t realized that they were located so close. Of course, the New Directions were too busy focusing on Vocal Adrenaline and Jesse St. James to give the Warblers much thought. “Yup, that’s us. You’re looking at one of the original members, thank you very much.” Oh, Rachel and the others were going to have her head if they found out she was chatting with a member of a rival choir. But Blaine seemed so nice, Tina couldn’t help it. “Indeed, we very well could be. I’m sure both sides will make a good fight out of it.” At least on the surface, the Warblers seemed like they were a group with actual integrity and good sportsmanship. “Thank you. It would be boring to be someone else. The last person who tried to get me to change learned the hard way that that’s not something I appreciate.”}

Blaine looked at his blazer with it’s red piping and Dalton emblem like he was just noticing how wearing it would make him and his classmates stick out and was oblivious to it up til now. They were in Lima–after all. The land of McKinley High. How that wasn’t much of a thought to him before smacked him upside the head and he smirked embarrassedly. “I am. We’re a misfit band of brothers but I think we have something pretty special. All those guys behind me,” his thumb jutted back over his shoulder, “They’re Warblers too. A few of them live here in town. We met up for a weekend practice and to drive a couple back to Westerville. The trip’s much better with friends than being stuffed in the car with your parents. Don’t you think?” The couple before them finished their order and the barista waited expectantly. Blaine ordered his medium drip–the second for the day–and motioned for Tina to order what she wanted. “Oh! And one of those four people sized chocolate cookies too? Thank you,” he made sure the girl used his debit card before Tina could argue then gave her a triumphant grin. A few dollars were shoved into her jar for a trip. “Looks like I got lucky to meet at least one of you before competitions start. Maybe we can be friends before foes, huh?” Another cheeky smile and he lightly lead Tina towards the pick up counter with a touch to her elbow and a warm smile. “Never let anyone change you, Tina. From what I see so far? You’re an interesting person. Being unique is a huge part of that. Don’t you think? So? Have you guys started rehearsing? How’s it all going? Who are your key players so far? Any ideas yet?”