do you love hot cheerleaders who were closet lesbians & are still judgmental bitches ? how about the brutal truth ? ever desire a serious wake up call in the form of quick wit & bitch slaps ?whether or not, look no further. ── from the angry youth in the closet to the confident woman stealing the show. the only straight santana lopez is, is straight up bitch. &who can resist that level of FLAWLESS ? so feel inclined to like or reblog or follow, & i’ll check out your blog ! highly selective / independent / crossover & oc friendly !
// I love you so much, David. Thank you for this and thank you the most for being such a ray of sunshine and love in everyone’s lives that you touch. You’re such an amazing person. I’m so lucky to have met you a one in a million person such as yourself. Hope things are getting better for you in the muse department. Don’t hesitate to poke me for some help if you need it!
text — blaine ; I definitely enjoyed hanging out in your family’s kitchen the other weekend. text — blaine ; I think it’s probably best you do the honors. 🙈 text — blaine ; Or we could simply excuse ourselves to go to the bathroom. text — blaine ; Though probably not so much at the same time. We really wouldn’t want things to look too suspicious.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I like the part that happened right after the kitchen even more. 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’ll go first. We’re already getting suspicious stares. Might as well leave them wondering what just happened. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) See you in the auditorium. I’d say race you there but you’re trying to not be suspicious which means you’re already past being suspicious to begin with. Have you seen how red you’re getting?
this is a message to all of my mutuals, especially the ones that i have not yet interacted with !! we should get together and do a thing. i can look through your wishlist, or you can look at mine. or we can pants it. even just a small thing. or even a verse. i am open to many things. but really, let’s just do a thing. okay ? like this, or message me, or IM me– i like the IM thingy. c:
Puck’s heart rate began to increase when Blaine touched his forearm. Could the other male tell? He hoped not. How would he be able to explain it to Blaine? He was semi-relieved when the Warbler let go of his forearm. “R-really?” He wasn’t sure why he was surprised, but he was. Maybe it had to do with the fact that basically everyone at school had given up on him. Of course it didn’t help that he really didn’t give a shit about school, but maybe with Blaine’s encouragement and help, things would change. “Biology and math are probably the two subjects I’m doing the worst in.” He bit his lip. “Uh, I’m not the easiest person to tutor. Well, that’s what I’ve been told in the past.”
“Yeah, I understand. It’d be odd if Kurt didn’t miss us,” he commented. His eyes lit up at the mention of his own tour. Once again, he was surprised to hear this. He just assumed Blaine wouldn’t be able to or have the time to give him a tour one-on-one. He chuckled when the Warbler said there was more to him than the blazer he always wore. “Sounds like you’re a pretty well rounded individual. Uh, well I’m sure you’ve heard some stories from Kurt about this, but I really like to have sex. I dunno, it’s just something I’m good at. Probably one of the few things I excel in. I also like playing football. Watching the Star Wars movies. Singing and playing guitar. There’s more to me than my mohawk and bad boy appearance, I guess.”
Blaine could feel a change in the air between them when his hand rested on Puck’s forearm. It remained on his palm as a tingle long after he removed it. Subconsciously curling his fingers towards the sensation, the Warbler shook his head and tried to ignore the silly idea that it meant anything. Just reading too much into things. That’s all. There’d never be another mistake like the one he made the night they were taking care of a very passed out Sam Evans. Risking the growing friendship between him and Puck wasn’t worth any insane idea that what happened would ever repeat itself. He wasn’t the kind of person to ever want to make someone uncomfortable and he was more than thankful for the way Puck brushed it off and chalked it up to a drunken mishap rather than hate him for what he did not knowing that it was the first time he kissed anyone and it ended up a near disaster. Blaine never brought it up and never would. Some secrets were better left untold. That was one.
Skipping right into the conversation about studying and Kurt and the things Puck enjoyed kept things easy between them. Exactly what drew him to Puck to begin with. Puck was easy to get along with. Easy to want to help. Easy to laugh with. Not too shabby of a friendship in Blaine’s book. Even if it was new. Easy to not think about—-the stereotypical record scratch noise shrieked between Blaine’s ears when his breath hitched at the rather frank reply. So much for easy. His face and neck grew warm and he cleared his throat, quirking up a brow and grazing past a part of Puck’s reply to add in his two cents. “I know there’s more to you than that. You can see it within two seconds of talking to you if you try hard enough. I guess it’s about time you just focus on the people who do? They’re the ones worth your time.” Keeping with the change of subject, Blaine glanced towards the television and the entertainment center it sat inside. “Please tell me you have Star Wars on DVD? I think you just inadvertently picked how we’re going to spend the entire night. What do you say? Marathon? I’ll order pizza?”
Love is how you stay alive even after you’re gone. — Cory Monteith.
is that an audiblesigh of relief ?? NO, of course not, not a chance. but it’s the mention of a DATE that recaptures keen attention. all too CRITICALhis gaze, unreadable behind glasses. blaine anderson would actually WANT to go on a DATE with him? is he MISREADING this??it’s something he’s BOUND to overthink later, but now… hands clasp together, throat CLEARED. a smile just hardly curves his lips, a RARE sight. keep it together. ❛ of course. ❜ FIGURE OF SPEECH.
❛ well, ah—– it’s at six, so is there a place i could pick you up ? ❜ it would be IMPOLITE not to accompany him, wouldn’t it ? maybe he should have brushed up on social etiquette beforehand.
Hinging on Hartley’s reaction, Blaine bit into his lip and squinted carefully hoping that he didn’t just overstep a boundary that would end up making this silence go from awkward to unbearable if Hartley changed his mind. All because of his lack of keeping his brain under control enough not to use a boldly presumptuous word like date. But then Hartley, a boy who rarely smiled, did exactly that and Blaine felt his stomach go from feeling like it’d been weighed down by a cinderblock to light as air. He laughed softly at himself, thankful for the pass he was just given. “Right. Totally. Figure of speech,” he choked when he heard his tongue tied voice echo back in his eardrums. Did he just ask where to pick him up? Oh God, he did. Shocked, he stammered a few bumbled attempts at actual words. “Um. My house. It’s close to the club and..we could drive together?” Success! He was talking! Hopefully this round wouldn’t end up with his shoe in his mouth. “Um. Thanks for agreeing to this. I don’t think I ever looked forward to one of these dinners before. First time for everything, I guess.”
The Lima Bean was packed since school was out for two days. The rest of the Warblers who straggled behind after dropping Trent off for the weekend already claimed two tables near the windows. Laughs and shouts of joy echoed from their table. Blaine was the only one stuck at the counter. He drummed his fingers on the bleach water faded wood quietly for a good five minutes making sure to keep enough space for the person who had yet to claim their coffee. Then it dawned on him when he saw the name written on the side of the cup. Finn.
Kurt’s brother? How’d he miss the ceiling tall boy not two people away? Only meeting him twice before this, it still boggled Blaine’s sober mind at how Kurt and he were family. Sure, it was through marriage, but the contrast of personalities was beyond crazy to compare. “Hey. I think this is yours,” his smile was warm and open as he held the cup out. “It’s nice to see you again, Finn. Where’s everyone else?”
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