( mssg » sam | sent) Wish Icoudl say I’m sorry for makng you blush but I’d be lying. ( mssg » sam | sent) yourE welcome, i mean I noticed a long time ago but I ( mssg » sam | sent) fOrgot whre I was going with that. oh wow I ‘m drunk. this is Pucks’ fautl ( mssg » sam | sent) Thank you forsaying that. I know that we ar just friends but I jsut want you to knwo you are beautiful and I adore you isndie and out. ( mssg » sam | sent) that didn’t sound as good as I thought it would when I heard it in my head.
text — blaine ; 😳 text — blaine ; Not necessarily helping. text — blaine ; I definitely liked that, too. text — blaine ; Who knew you could be so creative?
( mssg » kurt | sent) I didn’t think it was possible. But? You just got even more red. Why are you so adorable? ( mssg » kurt | sent) I know it’s not. That was the whole point. I’m glad you liked it, though. Definitely would’ve been horrible to hear the opposite. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I didn’t even realize how creative I could get. Until, you know, you gave me the inspiration to try… And, trust me, you gave me plenty.
Rachel didn’t want to be selfish, especially not in times
like these, but she didn´t know how to change. Not right now. She knew Blaine
felt the pain too, and he probably felt Kurt´s as well. And now here she was,
burdening him with hers as well. She took a deep breath to calm herself down,
not wanting to cause any more trouble. Maybe watching a movie together would
give them both a chance to relax and maybe they´d fall asleep. Or she´d fall
asleep and he´d be able to get back to Kurt, because as much as Rachel hated
the thought of waking up alone she didn’t want Kurt to experience it either.
“I´m more in the mood for Audrey, too.” She agreed then. The
truth was: Barbra reminded her too much of Finn and while the woman would
still, and always, be her icon, Rachel would need a little time. Once the DVD
was in the player she offered Blaine a smile and moved so he could brush her
hair. “I love you too, and I`m sorry for being such a burden.” She said
quietly, eyes fixed on the TV.
She leaned into his touch then, trying to focus on the movie
and the way his fingers in her hair could distract her from her pain.
Blaine’s heart sank when Rachel apologized for being a burden. Of all the things Rachel Berry was to him? And there were many crowns this particular woman could wear on her head in his life story. First girl (and only) girl he ever kissed. First girl he ever took on a date. Duet partner. Friend. Confidant. Competitor. Probably a dozen more. Some of which were even yet unknown to them both? Rachel could never be a burden. Especially tonight. “Rachel. I can use a lot of words to describe you and what you mean to me. That one, though? Never. Not in a million years, okay? Put that thought away. It doesn’t belong here tonight. Never will. I promise.”
Gently laying her hair out across his lap, he started to comb it carefully making sure never to pull a single strand. The first few strokes of the brush were so light, they barely counted until he settled on what kind of motions to make. His gaze flicked up to the television as the previews ended and the movie started. The brush paused, his fingers swept through and he started over again.
Kurt must have been well into sleep. Not a single peep from their ‘room’ even with the television on. “You know.. I bet there are so many women who pass you by wishing they had hair like this. It’s gorgeous.” Mindless chatter with the hum of his voice and the television. Just his way of keeping her mind as elsewhere as he could lead it.
“I didn’t think this would ever happen. I know that you… They’re expecting us..” Their mouths were so close and Blaine wasn’t sure when he leaned in this near but he had. He could blame the dark. Because there was no way he could judge the distance when he lifted his chin up to draw close enough that no one could hear them talk unless they had their ear pressed to the door. However, when he came to a stop? Blaine knew he was off his mark and their mouths were close enough that he could feel the dampness of Sebastian’s exhales on the wet of his own lips every time each warm puff danced across them. Pulling back would only prove Sebastian’s wrong opinions of him. That he was weak. Timid. Too afraid to be himself and only who and what everyone else expected him to be. Stepford-like. Remember?
So? He stayed put. Ignored how tight his stomach was getting. Ignored how gravity felt like it was pulling him in closer..closer..closer. “We…,” he wasn’t sure if he imagined the barest graze of his lips ghosting over the taller boy’s or if it happened. It was feather-light and barely there. Too much of an impossibility for Blaine to compute he might’ve let it happen until he caught himself with a hitch of breath and sharply tucked his chin down and…abruptly stopped. Against…something warm and velvet and thrumming with a pulse that wasn’t his..couldn’t be his. Because it was Sebastian’s.
The taste of Sebastian’s neck was much different than he thought it would be expected. Expected meaning the time it took them to finish their initial knee-jerk reaction to fate the dare ending up with their names (of all the names, why Sebastian’s?) being the ones David couldn’t hide the amusement dancing in his eyes as he announced them to the room. Not that he EVER thought about what it might taste like any other time. Because he didn’t. Wouldn’t. No way. What sort of idiot thinks those sorts of thoughts about someone who hates him as much as Sebastian does? (Blaine..Blaine’s that kind of idiot..but denial is a powerful coping mechanism). All the eyes in the room (most familiar and some not..) were glued to Blaine who was beet red so far down his collar that it disappeared underneath the crisp press of his shirt. Or to Sebastian. Who Blaine was sure was blaming him for their situation. Not that he had ANYTHING to do with it. But Sebastian probably wouldn’t see it that way. The door closed with a horror movie squeak slowness polished off by a deafening slide of a metal latch into it’s loop. Did he lock it? Or did Sebastian? Regardless, they were alone.. This was going to be the longest seven minutes of his life..
And that is how they ended up like…this. Blaine’s hand unsteadily rising up to blindly ball a fistful of Sebastian’s blazer right near his shoulder into his palm. His mouth opened..more skin..right there..to..graze the tip of his tongue over before pulling away far enough to whisper. “There… Now..now we don’t have to lie..or…,” his gaze flicked to the dim shimmer his mouth left on pale skin, “…Probably doesn’t count but.. Whatever. Sorry.”
Blaine was quickly learning that the New Directions were almost on par with the Warblers dare games by the second time he agreed to go to one of their impromptu Friday night parents-are-out-of-town parties. Almost being that they weren’t doing things that..you know..were Warblers only sort of party games he was bound to being silent on the details of. (Read plenty of wealthy kids with too much time on their hands and tradition handed down from generations of the same and let your imagination run wild.)
Tonight, they were gathered in the living room of Noah Puckerman’s house. The entire lot of them were an hour into the night (most of them were avoiding alcohol thanks to the aftermath from Rachel Berry’s party and the assembly-from-an-after-school-special style lesson) when Puck decided a round of 7 Minutes In Heaven. None of them expected Blaine and Santana to be pulled from the empty beer box. Especially Kurt who looked murderous (though in Blaine’s eyes..he figured he was annoyed at the choice of entertainment..not for any other reason) before tossing him a nonchalant, as possible, grimace of a grin when he and Santana disappeared behind the door of the coat closet.
When the room outside went silent, Blaine finally acknowledged the awkward silence that filled the room after Santana’s reaction of their voluntary predicament. Drawing in a breath, he grinned at the lightbulb moment that brightened his features though it was too dark to see. “I think..we should give them something to wonder about.. I mean..why not,” she couldn’t see his smile but she could definitely hear it in his whisper, “How good are your acting skills? Because..I have an idea.”
What were they thinking? A bunch of people their age playing drunk teenager basement games? Except they were well past teenagers and sitting in Sam Evans’ Lima, Ohio living room. Drunk. They were THAT. Some more than others. Blaine was two and a half sheets to the wind. Three drinks in for the night. A build up from the regular two it took to get him in the state he was in. Or maybe Sam was going lighter handed knowing his best friend was..for lack of a better explanation a feather weight. Happily buzzed, not completely drunk. But one more shot and he might be crossing that line. His laughter was light, carefree and content. Bright, sparkling eyes stayed pinched at their corners because he couldn’t erase the cheeky grin that followed each chuckle. Until the first names pulled out of the bowl were..
“Blaaaaaaaaaine and…,” he could hear Sam’s voice question himself (or maybe the universe) as he read the second name, “Dave?” Well. They were years past what happened in high school. Dave had become a friend to many of them and Blaine was an acquaintance that was friendly enough with facebook chatter and brief check-ins or congratulations. Dave even sent him a message to see how he was when Blaine’s status went from Engaged!!!!! to Single.
Still? He didn’t plan on shutting the door behind them with the heel of his boatshoe and looking up into the face of an equally awkwardly smiling Dave Karofsky. The walk there, he could see Dave wondering what the hell was going to happen. Blaine just took his hand and squeezed it before he let go and the space around them went dark. Blaine was close enough that his shoulder brushed against Dave’s arm as he whispered softly, “What a way to reconnect off the internet. Two hours in, we’re both buzzed and..back in the closet.” Horrible joke or a good one to break the tension? No idea but he was smiling, his brows lifted and he shrugged a hapless, ‘sorry that’s the best I could do’ shrug.
Meet Your Archtypes character trait meme (quiz can be found here.)
45% Performer
Taking center stage comes naturally to the Performer, whether at the water cooler or in front of an audience. They are magnetic and know how to inspire.
41% Creative
The Creative appreciates all beautiful things, in art and daily life. The creative act is essential to who they are.
14% Caregiver
Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.
text — blaine ; Is it weird that I’m strangely excited about the prospect of us being together on Valentine’s Day? text — blaine ; It’s probably weird.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It’s not weird at all. Honestly, I’m looking forward to it so much that I can barely sleep. Probably why I’m getting this stupid cold. I promise I’ll do my best to get rid of it before you get here. Deal? ( mssg » kurt | sent )
Valentine’s Day is our day.. Having you here just..it means a lot okay? Even if we’re not together.. I get to see you. That’s all that matters.
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