text — blaine ; Noted. 😇 text — blaine ; It’s certainly a nice and welcoming change from your typical high school make out session behind the bleachers. text — blaine ; And definitely a lot more exciting compared to inside the bedroom. text — blaine ; Even though that’s definitely, too, still very much on the table. text — blaine ; Just maybe not so much as an extracurricular. text — blaine ; I should probably stop texting.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Thank you for clearing that up. I was already trying to pull together a list of not so boring places for impromptu makeout sessions in my head if those aren’t your forte. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh and..! I thought you liked my bedroom! That went through my head too. But now that that’s settled? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yes. We should probably stop texting and start finding ways to bid these guys adieu. Who should make the “we forgot we have a duet that we should work on” pitch? You or me?
This was a rather sudden surprise to the end of a long day. The best sort of one that warmed his heart and made him get that goofy twinkle in his eyes that Barry was so good at igniting. “Who said I wanted to move in the first place?” The tips of his fingers trailed up over Barry’s forehead before he sank them into his hair and grazed their edges across the speedster’s scalp. His happy sigh melted into a hum of contentment before he grinned at the man using him as a body pillow. “Yeah. I think being right here is exactly where I wanna be.”
“I know this probably sounds like the weirdest invitation you’ve ever heard but..hear me out?” Blaine curled his fingers towards his palms and shoved them into the pockets of his grey slacks as he approached Mason. Thank God, the hallway was empty. No one needed to hear the pitch he was about to make. No one but Mason, who missed the entire leading up to part of this conversation, and was about to be caught up very quick. MOSTLY.
“Some of the upperclassmen swear Dalton is haunted. They dared the Warblers that we are too chicken to find out. We all know we aren’t.. There was an argument.. Um. Long story short? They dared us that you and I wouldn’t last a night in the old orchestra storage rooms. I told them they were wrong. Soooo. Impromptu dusty creepy room indoors camping trip? Maybe?”
Barely past the time McKinley let out, Rachel’s phone began to ring. Blaine waited to hear her voice before perking up and greeting the brunette diva. “Hello, Rachel? It’s Blaine. I know this is probably pretty embarrassing to bring up but I wanted to check in on you.” Blaine cringed inwardly as he leaned his shoulder against a beam with a giant Lima Bean logo plastered directly in the center. “Word travels pretty fast.” No mention of how the messy events reached the attention of the Warblers so quickly. They had their ways.
“Rumor has it you suffered a rather traumatic experience at your assembly? Something about a chain reaction lesson-the-hard-way to never drink before performing. For the sake of not wanting to go into too much detail, I’ll leave it there. But! I wanted to check and see if you were alright. I know food might be the last thing on your mind but I thought I’d invite you to meet me at the Lima Bean for tea? My treat. I think you deserve it after today..”
Blaine returned Trent’s little wave as the last of the Warblers, who all but him recently dispersed from their usual table, stood up from his chair. He watched as his friend hurried off to go finish the last of his assignments before the weekend started, a pleasant smile met Trent’s back and then he was gone leaving him the sole person left at the only empty table inside Dalton’s cafe’. Lifting his coffee to take a sip, Blaine hummed at the taste as he flipped through the pages of sheet music they were bickeringvery passionately discussing for the better part of two hours. What song would be the start? The middle? The big, hopefully impressive ending? And why did they all but say they wanted him to pick? His cup was sat just within reach, teeth worrying against his bottom lip as a shadow caught his attention.
Glancing up at the tall boy, Blaine noticed he looked like he was trying to find a place to sit. Another cursory look over his shoulder at how many students were still milling about–the Warbler cleared his throat to get the boy’s attention. “Busy time to be here. Everyone’s getting their after class caffeine fix,” his smile was warm and open, “There’s plenty of room at this table. You can sit here if you want to…?”
// Sorry for the morose kind of subject here but I gotta get this off my chest. I’ve been a part of the roleplay community for a very long time. Throughout those years I’ve met some of the people I love the absolute most. People who I’ve gone on adventures in real life with and lived together with even. People that stay. People that matter and lift you up when you are feeling so so very low. People that celebrate the good things with you. Like when you end up marrying one of them. Those people you encounter because something the both of you love so much brought you together. I think fate kinda keeps it that way.
This what I love most about being a part of a community of like interests and minds. That is what we should be to each other. Because don’t we all have a spark of passion in us that brings us here? All those sparks should be able to combine and bring happiness and joy and emotions and feelings we all need a little more of each day. Cause who doesn’t? If you keep reading, this post takes a bad turn. Please consider this a warning before going further.
Which is why I can’t understand people who come into this to cause hurt and pain. Who take good people seek to use that trust and excitement and friendship until they can’t use it up anymore and devour everything they can about someone then move onto the next just to do the same thing. They find the weakest ones. The ones that might be down, in a bad place, doubting themselves and they latch onto that. But not to lift them up. They just seek to drag them down into a place as dark as their heart and when they’re done with them? They want to make sure that no one else encounters them. Because it might risk what they do coming to light. They might encounter other people they’ve used since they keep them all in the same circle and then the jig is up. Problem is? The jig always finds a way of coming up.
Most Importantly To Anyone Who Reads This: If you find yourself wondering if this is happening to you, if you get that gut instinct. You need to let that person go. Find a friend, lean on them but know you aren’t alone and there are people here who will help you. I will and there are others too.
This is a link to what brought this on. I thought I’d never see myself writing a post like this but I can’t let my gut settle without warning people of this person and what she has the capability of doing.
starter call!! (season 2 canon/au/oc/crossover!)
// Seriously in the mood for some Season 2 Blainers tonight while I muck around with other stuff. If you want this little bean?? Tap that heart! Open to any mutuals new and old. Varied lengths but if you have a specific size or kind (text, call, para, whatevs) toss a comment in the bubble or message me with an idea you want/need and I’ll make it happen, Cap’n.
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