A smirk grew over Elliott’s face as he pretended to consider what Blaine said, before he was speaking in an overly cocky tone. “No, actually I think I’m about as amazing as they come. No room for improvement.”
A little peal of laughter left his lips after he said that, before he was turning his head to catch the edge of Blaine’s lips in the kiss too. It was nice to just tease and banter like this with his partner and not have to worry he’d come off as too cocky, or have to backtrack when he saw an eye twitching. Like with Kurt; he loved the guy, but God did he need to learn how to take a joke sometimes. It was almost cringe worthy.
“Pasta works,” Elliott was about to ask what kind when Blaine was making his…proposition. The smile fell from Elliott’s lips as he shook his head, trying to keep up the carefree expression – but they both knew the answer that was coming. The same sort of answer he always had for ideas like that.
“I – no. I’d rather not Blaine, I’m not really in the mood.” Scratch that, he was never in the mood. Too much closeness combined with a lack of clothes? That was a recipe for him to have another little body conscious freak out. He wasn’t going to risk putting Blaine through that again, and he straight up just wasn’t comfortable enough to agree off the bat like that.
Nuh-Uh.
“You know? You’re right. No room for improvement. When it comes to you? You’re perfect. I’m just lucky I get the chance to experience it.” He grinned, paying no mind to Elliott’s laughter. Because? Joking aside. Elliott was right although he was far too humble to ever admit to it. How could someone so kind, honest and supportive of everyone in his life not be perfect? Elliott Gilbert was that and more personified.
Seeing the expression on Elliott’s face suddenly change the second he asked the question he knew he shouldn’t have, Blaine felt his heart drop to his feet and then past that. Three floors down to the cement roof of the basement, actually. Why did he ask that? He already knew the answer.
Elliott wasn’t alone in going through a patch of time where he felt too conscious about himself to let go. Blaine was there. It was a horrible, dark place to be in. And he wanted to give Elliott the space and time and proper reassurance through every means possible to understand just how beautiful he truly was. A heaviness that didn’t dissipate when Elliott tried to regain the lightness of their banter made Blaine regret what came out of his mouth even deeper watching the other try to hide it.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.. I don’t know where my head went. You make it too fun to tease you back is all,” both hands gently clasped Elliott’s biceps and Blaine lifted himself back up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Spaghetti and marinara. If you were wondering. I’ll see you after my shower. Okay?”
j ! you adorable cupcake, you. you are seriously one of the sweetest people i have ever met in the rpc and beyond and i’m so thankful that i get to be your friend and talk to you literally every day because you are SO precious and i’m such a loser i don’t even know why / how you put up with me because w o w. i am so not worthy. i’m totally in love with your blaine (the blainiest blaine to ever blaine) and think you are such a talented little writer!! everything you put out is literally golden, so in character i die & i’m just squeeing every time you get online or i see you mention kurt in one of your other threads (which i’m pretty sure you know and do on purpose). i just love you & blaine so much??? ❀◕ ‿ ◕❀
for every ♡ i receive, i’ll dish out a compliment / @pianokeysandbowties( accepting! )
// You know when you read one of those posts that people write about you and you’re just utterly speechless? Like all your words are gone and you don’t even remember your own language anymore? That’s what this post did to me. You are such a phenomenal person/writer/kurt/everything and I’m lucky that we crossed paths. Even luckier that I got to keep you around. I’m keeping you. No if’s and’s or but’s. Okay?
( mssg » killer 🍑 |sent ) Like what? I have no idea what you’re thinking I was insinuating. ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) It’d actually be my honor to come over, killer. ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Popcorn? That’s a new word for libido. I truly envy your creativity.
( mssg » sebastian |sent ) Oh! Right! No insinuation whatsoever. How did I forget? You’re pure and innocent. How dare I make that mistake??
( mssg » sebastian |sent ) Really? So that’s a yes? ( mssg » sebastian |sent ) Once again.. You never cease to surprise me on how fast you lose the ‘pure and innocent’ title within seconds of trying so hard to earn it.
❛ There’s nothing I love more in life than a scolding hot shower. It’s the symbol of human dignity that separates us from the chimps. ❜
“Separates us from the–what? Why are you like this? Wait. Don’t answer that. The real question has already been answered. Also known as why were you in there for so long..? Mystery solved.”
A hint of smile crept up on the corners of Kurt’s mouth as his boyfriend’s lips finally met with his own. They had found themselves in this exact position many times before. Having shared many a sleepover ever since before they even first started dating, sharing a bed had really only become natural to them; their usual cuddling and make out sessions typically lasting beyond the hour before either one of them figured now would probably be as good a time as any to finally finish watching the end of the night’s TV episode or movie. This morning, however, any previous worries or concerns about being intimate suddenly seemed silly. Like a far distant memory, slowly but surely fading away in the background. Blaine, ever the gentleman and not once allowing him to feel insecure about any part of his body. Instead, making him feel loved, safe and right at home — exactly where he needed to be.
❛ Just a couple of hours, ❜ Kurt mused, only partially teasing as he allowed a soft chuckle to escape his lips; noses nuzzling, toes touching and silently planting another kiss on the outer corner of his boyfriend’s mouth as lips brushed gently against the freshly grown stubble on Blaine’s chin. Feeling positively radiant and cherishing every second as he reveled in their being together; unsure whether he could ever feel any more in love with another human being as he did, right then and there with Blaine.
❛ I think your mom called something about coffee and croissants downstairs. ❜
Blaine didn’t want to move a single inch. Unless it was to get closer to Kurt. Then he might be able to be bargained into inching forward. Not away, though. Not now. There was too much distance between them, in his opinion. No matter how minute it was. He couldn’t look away from the eyes he was deeply lost in and drifting further and further into with every whisper and warm breath that touched his skin with them. Not when their noses touched, not when he smiled brightly after the kiss and he was once again staring back into them. Not when he slid his hand out from underneath the pillow and his fingertips began to trace slow the strip of pale skin along his boyfriend’s neck. Stuck. He was stuck being caught up in this closeness and hinging on every movement, every sound that Kurt made. Blaine didn’t mind one bit.
Laughter. Soft and sweet softened his already gentle gaze. The idea that Kurt was laying here awake for just a couple of hours brought a light hint of pink to his cheeks. “I hope I didn’t say anything weird then. Even though the idea of you laying here all that time without waking me up makes you the weird one.” Teasing him as he wiggled his toes against Kurt’s, Blaine gave up on staying put and allowed himself the only exception to his ‘not budging’ rule. The bridge of his nose fit perfect against the slope of Kurt’s shoulder and throat. One leg wrapped around a slender torso and his arms wrapped around him. Even if he had to slide one underneath him to pull it off. Last night, he became whole. Their connection only grew stronger. Something he didn’t think was possible until he woke up feeling like this. Fate won another round.
“I don’t care. She can wait. I want to be here. Let’s pretend like we didn’t hear.”
Dave: Well technically I’m OG Dave. He moved in after me. Dave: Idk that any of the sisters of indulgence consider themselves adorable but maybe? I haven’t really asked. I’m not really into drag queens, though I like the art aspect of it. Dave: No, not a Gremlin. Just a fat cat with a face of perpetual disappointment and hunger. Dave: Like me back in high school. Dave: Anyways, sorry to bother you
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Oh! Wrong sort of Sister in my head completely. The ones I was thinking of usually have completely different habits that are a lot more quiet than the ones drag queens have. If you follow.. ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Sorry. That was my attempt at a 11:44pm joke. You don’t have to laugh. ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Ha! Maybe he just needs a hobby? ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) You didn’t bother me.
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Wait. How’d you get my number? Is this someone I know? Or am I talking to a total stranger? Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing I’ve done this week but now I’m curious.
( mssg » santana | sent ) I know I said that I didn’t think you needed to be here.
( mssg » santana | sent ) I made a mistake. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. All I do is stare at the monitor trying to pick apart the colors on the screen like I can diagnose if I need to run to find a doctor because something’s wrong. ( mssg » santana | sent ) They said he’s going to be okay but I can’t convince myself he will be. I don’t trust anyone. I keep thinking what if they’re wrong? What if something happens before Burt’s plane lands? ( mssg » santana | sent ) I think I need you to keep my head on straight. Please?.
Dave: So tell Sister Chubs that if she overfeeds Brain, other Dave will get sad Dave: Oh shit Dave: Might be a wrong number! Sorry!
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Hello other-other Dave? ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) I think you might have the wrong number. Sister Chubs doesn’t ring a bell but she sounds adorable. ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Hope everything works out. If you’re talking about a Gremlin make sure to tell her not to feed him after midnight either. We seriously don’t need her making that grave mistake.
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