several. if i were going to make you a list it’d never be complete, anon. but i guess not to be biased i can pick one of the writers that i just… really clicked with in my life to talk about. @pianokeysandbowties honestly, from the very first time we wrote together, j and i just felt like we clicked. like quinn always says it’s all about synchronicity, and it always seemed and felt effortless when we wrote that if sebastian moved left, blaine moved right, and if he breathed in, blaine breathed out, and if he stumbled, blaine was right there to catch him, and vice-versa. i have rarely felt as comfortable writing with someone as i feel with j, and i would trust her with my sebastian like i wouldn’t nearly anyone else. more than that, her writing inspires me incredibly. whenever i’m out of muse, i can always summon seb muse for her just from reading her blaine, it like he calls out at my sebastian and that is such a precious, rare, thing. i’m so thankful for j to put up with me moving blogs, and with us not always being able to be in touch so frequently or our slow threads, because i would wait an year not to have to give one of our threads up, and i want to be sure that you know that. you were kind and receptive to me when i was terrified of approaching any big players, so to speak, and you gave my seb a chance when i knew how selective you were, with his particulars and all, and never made me feel uncomfortable for a minute. your writing flows, your blaine voice is incredible, and you reminded me of all the little things that made me fell in love with blaine before i forgot that for YEARS. if you want a writer to inspire you and to look up to, i would definitely recommend you to go to j’s blog and just treat yourself. thank you for existing, for never having stopped being kind and gentle to me, and for sticking around through thick and thin. ily j and seb loves blaine more than life itself.
// I was scrolling through my activity just now to add a few things to my drafts so I can work on them tomorrow and…then I saw this. I don’t even know what to say.. This was so freaking..yep. I’m speechless. B, thank you for every word and I’m so glad that I give back to you what you give to me. This means so much and it came on a night where I really needed to hear it. Imagine that. You are a beautiful writer and person and I’m just lucky to know you. I love you right back and even tho he puts him through hell, Blaine loves Seb too. I’m keeping you forever.
( mssg » barry | sent ) so You konw that great id ea I had about joining the guys in the attid? ( mssg » barry | sent ) Turns out it wsnt a great idea ( mssg » barry | sent ) IT was a fantastic one!!!!!! ( mssg » barry | sent ) where are you? not here and thats’ the wrong place to eb!
Jeff had smiled watching how his roommate took in the atmosphere of the night. He enjoyed watching Blaine enjoy each new mystery that he showed the newest boy to Dalton, how his eyes would light up in happiness that seemed to make him more innocent and young in Jeff’s eyes. He kept eyes on him through each drink when he’d admitted that he was lightweight and he wanted no one taking advantage of his curly good looking roommate and he knew that if he let Blaine get close to Thad that might happen so he kept himself close to the boy and away from the older Warbler who at times could be a predator at best.
Once they were chilling and slightly tipsy he’d nodded listening to conversations that had been struck up in their group before Trent had burst into the small group and took his roommates hand and in turn felt a hand on him and away they went. “Yes, were moving” He replied his feet catching up with the action as he reached his free hand out and tugged at Nick to join them and added “Not long I guess if Trent is this hyper” He laughed as they made it up to the roof.
Finally gaining control of his own movement as they all stopped and looked around at the crisp night air. He looked down at his watch and then leaned into Blaine “Ten minutes, I think Trent is cutting it close, but at the same time saving us from being too cold” He admitted his friend was slightly clever. “So, what are you hoping for?” he asked still closer to Blaine, “Are you going to wish or resolute anything?”
Blaine blew out a breath and watched as it came in a puff of gray. Jeff was right. Coming up here with only ten minutes to spare was smart. Otherwise? They’d be freezing by the time midnight rolled around. A bounce on his heels chased away the chill and and he did it again in hopes of getting rid of some of his bottled up excitement for this being his first New Years in a place that felt more like home than his own house did since Cooper left. Tonight couldn’t be any more perfect. Surrounded by his friends and his brain a bit fuzzy from the wine made everything feel like he was right where he needed to be.
Leaning towards Jeff as the blond drew near and queried what he might be wishing for or what his resolution might, he hummed in thought. Then whispered softly, “I’m hoping that this year ends up being the year where everything just fits together. That whatever happened before this just slips away..” With the exception of something he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the chance to close the chapter on. Their parents wouldn’t allow it. His life before Dalton was already starting to feel like a blotchy spot beating to the tune of his heart in front of his eyes after staring too long at the sun. Fading at the edges and if he waited it out? It’d fade and he’d see clear as day again.
“My resolution,” he grinned keeping his mood just as light as it’s been all night by not thinking too far back to the past he was just talking about, “is us to keep winning and for me to keep singing my heart out with all of you. Might be cheating because that’s a shoe in but..that’s all I really want to be. For now. How about you? What do you hope for? What do you want to do?”
❝Its barely nighttime, killer—❞ he rolls emerald eyes at Blaine both softly and playfully before a brow raises, a hand on the wheel. It was a lie, what he claims. It already WAS night. Past it. But to Sebastian, it was barely night. Why? Because when he was with Blaine, time didn’t matter. It vanished. Hours of the day. No. They were suddenly insignificant. Sebastian spent so much of his time stressing about making the MOST out of his life. Doing crazy, stupid things just so he doesn’t waste it. So he can have that rush. Succeeding more than everyone along the way. But not in these times. It was just hazel eyes and soft spoken words. Lingering stares and hands brushing ‘accidentally’. Sebastian knew he didn’t talk about his personal or home life ever with Blaine, really. Little casual brushing off kind of answers before he’s going back to filling Blaine with flirty compliments or bringing up something that happened at his last lacrosse game. But he knew that the question as to why Sebastian had been driving around out of his home at night wouldn’t be one they pondered on. When they were together, they had fun. It was special. Was that the word?
Sebastian sometimes thinks Blaine knows that he CLEARLY isn’t fond of talking about things like his family or his home. That the fact is quite see through. The hints had been dropped before as to why he wouldn’t want to. Anytime Blaine had come over it had been an empty mansion with only Sebastian in it. No warmth or home cooked meals. It was huge and cold. Quiet. Only filled with the music that Sebastian blasted throughout it. He knew he wouldn’t be judged for that. Blaine has the same kind of home life from what he’d picked up on. Always alone. Sebastian doesn’t notice but he’s clenching onto the wheel tighter than he knows. It’s always like that when he first sees Blaine. It takes a moment to CALM the way his stomach reacts. A feeling he would forever refuse to believe are the classic ‘butterflies’. As Blaine speaks he’s shooing them away as he tries his best to keep a smug smile and calmed features, not wanting to let the other know how NERVOUS he got around him at first. A fool. Yet? He couldn’t get enough of it even if he tried to distance himself from clinging onto being around Blaine so much. ❝—-I’m down, no second thoughts about it. We’re so going. Wanna give me some directions to his mysterious place?❞
“Okay, okay. I stand corrected. We have all the time in the world.” Blaine seems oblivious as always to the white knuckle grip Sebastian has on the steering wheel. Or the reason for it in the first place. But.. His hand covering Sebastian’s doesn’t pull away either. In fact, the edge of his thumb traces a light circle around the knuckle it rests on. Mindlessly picking up a pattern that’s slow and reassuring, to maybe just himself, that they aren’t alone anymore. At least for tonight, they have each other. A soothing warmth fills his bones, melts the tenseness that a lonely house started to make his muscles ache with and he curls up a little tighter and snuggles into the blanket as the noise of his shoes hitting the floor comes in two dull thuds. This is how they work. No one sees them like this. No one knows how deep their friendship goes. Past shamelessly unabashed flirting from Sebastian in public. Or how he manages to get Blaine tongue-tied in a matter of a smirky stare even when no one’s watching. No one sees that when things get quiet between them? They become something else. Blaine doesn’t know the word for it. Might not ever figure it out. But it’s something he could never chance losing and so, he plays things so careful sometimes. For Sebastian and for him and for their whatever they are he can’t ever picture going without on nights like this.
Not once looking away from his friend’s beautifully sharp profile. Just in case Sebastian looks his way, he wants him to know he has his full attention. It’s a route he’s driven so much on his own that he knows the scenery by heart now. “It’s easy to find. Just go down my street until you have to make a u-turn or go onto the dirt road. Just keep going. No one is at the house we’ll pass by. I think it’s someone’s second home. Anyway, I probably won’t have to tell you when we’re finally there. I’m sure you’ll notice,” he slowly grins and it lingers in the mischievous sparkle inside his eyes, “Mysterious. I know. Before you pick on me? It’s only because I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” His temple rests on the curved, leather edge of his seat and now that they are in fifth gear and he has a good twenty minutes before they have to shift down? Sebastian’s hand is lifted up, pulled over and held in Blaine’s lap because he’s greedy enough to want it there and comfortable enough to indulge himself. Caution aside. “Until we get there.. Got anything on your mind you need to talk about? If not..that’s okay. I just thought I’d ask, you know?”
Two Words: Gap Attack. I don’t think you can get any more gut wrenchingly embarrassed than pouring your adolescent love out in an a capella version of When I Get You Alone to a guy who isn’t out of the closet in the middle of his workplace surrounded by your friends and a bunch of strangers on Valentine’s Day. Only to find out you outed him, got him fired, and he gives you a nasty dose of a reminder that if you and he went further than a coffee date or two? He’d end up a registered sex offender.
Blaine had no idea what he was getting himself into. A mis-text that ended up as an invitation for a complete stranger to come to the piano bar that he now called his home away from home. Not that his home was much of a place he wanted to be anyway. Not with it’s faded wallpaper, traffic outside that could drown out the sound of a train running by mid-mornings and wonky heater that never quite seemed to work enough in winter and yet always made a comeback to prove it could still make a room to a near boiling point in summer. Forget the AC. Unless it came from two fan towers he bought at Walgreens trying their damndest to make a difference and only managing to just swirl the hot air around.
At least the bar was cool and his boss always had a good meal waiting and the crowds were coming in if for no other reason than to grab a cold one and soak up some air conditioning. They always seemed to stay once Blaine started to play and the tips were good enough to pay the bills. Using his pointer to tap away the message to his mother (the fifth he only replied ‘i’m okay, i promise’ to this week in reply to her asking him if he’d let her send him something), Blaine lightly toyed with the raised embroidery of one of the sailboats scattered across the fabric of his navy blue pants with the other. Nearly a half an hour went by since he last heard from Miller. Who knew if the guy would show? But, hey, it was something new. An adventure to see what might happen. Movie quality weird and who knew what might come of stepping outside his comfort zone? Something he used to be good at..but now…didn’t really do so much.
Lifting his glass of bourbon and ice with his fingertips, the singer made his way back to the piano. The smile he caught from a couple snuggled in close earned them one back and a request of their choosing. A brow lifted and he gave them a cheeky grin. “You should keep her if she’s a Billy Joel fan,” he lightly teased the guy as he sat down on the piano bench and gave a few keys a testing plink. “Those are hard to come by and by my experience? They’re the best sort of people you can hope to meet. Mostly.” The woman laughed at Blaine’s sly wink and when the first notes touched his ears and his voice filled the room, he let his eyes fall shut and the world slipped away.
“She can kill with a smile. She can wound with her eyes...”
I would say that since Season 2 is my default verse, at that point in time, it would be the fact that he feels responsible for the boy who he asked to the dance being hurt. Him and this other kid were the only out people in that school and Blaine was the one to ask him to Sadie Hawkins. While the ignorance of the boys who jumped them and ‘beat the crap outta them’ is to blame, Blaine and his nature would not see it that way. He took the responsibility of being the one to initiate such a bold move for the two of them. I can imagine that after the bullying he talks about, that boy underwent the same bullying and might’ve had hesitations, but for Blaine it was a way to stand up, have faith that they could do this and maybe change people’s minds, and have the courage to enjoy themselves in spite of the awful things they were going through. They went and ended up in the hospital for Blaine’s hopefulness and he feels awful that the boy will be stuck with the same doubt and nightmares that he has because of it.
There’s no other mention of that boy in the entire series (though sometimes I like to headcanon that his name was Eli and a couple years later might’ve talked again..ahem) and with the way Blaine hangs onto people he cares about? It must have created a deep enough rift between them that they never see one another again after Blaine transfers. Though I have about a dozen reasons and theories why that happened in my head if anyone’s interested to chat about it!
😃- someone they’re friends with but would never admit it
😠- someone they secretly hate
😭- last time and thing they cried about
😘- someone they wouldn’t mind kissing
😯- someone they don’t like talking to
😲- something/someone they’re scared of
😓- their biggest phobia
😵- something that confuses them
😶- something that bothers them
😳- someone they actually admire/look up to
👻- what memory haunts them the most
😆- someone they love being around
😊- their best memory
😐- the most embarrassing thing they’ve ever done
😤- someone they want to fight
😍- someone they love
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