( mssg » blaine | sent ) Juuust making observations. 😇 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Maybe romance isn’t so dead after all. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) You can do this.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) They are completely false observations! 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh! Equally false accusations, too, Sir! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I know I can do it.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) But do I want to do it??
The sound of crying was not a rare sound in the Sanctuary. It could usually be heard at least once a day if you were standing within the walls. However, Eugene still wasn’t used to hearing it constantly. When he heard it, he usually tried to investigate where it was coming from just in case he could lend a hand. This time, he found a young man alone, crying. “Is there something wrong?”
The staircase felt impossible to climb halfway up the wrought iron steps. Blaine gave up, legs too heavy to make it. With no one around, which was a blessing in disguise, his rear hit the metal and elbows dug into his knees. The heels of both hands dug into the hollows of his eyes and he broke down. Crying in a place like this wasn’t going to do anyone any good. As a matter of fact, it could do them a whole lot worse depending on the reasons why and what it might imply. Staring at Negan’s left hand man, or so that’s what Blaine labelled him in his short time here, the younger of the pair swallowed and tried to pass of his reasons as NOTHING. “Hello. I.. It’s been a long day is all. Sorry. I didn’t know anyone else was around..”
Almost automatically, as though it had been choreographed, the God of Speed’s arm threw itself around the other’s waist to pull him flush against him, their lips fiercely meeting halfway. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins, victory was within their grasp and surrounding them was nothing but the CHAOS they had brought along with them— he could not have asked for a more accelerating scenario. A lustful hum pulsates from his lips to Music Meister’s, followed by a hot breath he exhaled into the mouth he was hardly done exploring. “What’re you gonna do to me when we do win?”
Where there was chaos there was also a melody, colliding with the destruction and weaving through it in broken water mains, groans and the sound of what had to be more than several rather small (or not so small) fires crackling in the distance (or not so distance). His love’s destruction deserved just one more note and as glowing golden hazel eyes landed on his would-be instrument cowering behind a pile crumbled brick and mortar, an arm slid around his waist. Attention snapping up between panted breaths and twitching fingers as though the Meister was already beginning to conduct his next masterpiece, their bodies met and then his mouth was taken. Hungry and deep, toes wiggled against the soles of polished saddle shoes as he kissed back with equal fervor, lust and want. Broken apart seconds later, he swallowed down the taste of his beloved, breathed it in and swooned. A wicked grin twisted his mouth and he tipped up to drag his teeth over wet lips. “Why ruin the surprise,” another bite, “Or would you like me to?”
“
—— maybe wear whatever you’re
planning on wearing that night, or if you don’t have it handy, raid the costume
shoppe for something similar?”
shoulders shrug slightly as she contemplates the question. “ —— other than that, just bring your charming personality and a LOT
of patience for a bunch of severely stressed out technicians
with no tolerance for —— well,
basically anyone or anything. we’ll
try and get through it as quick as
possible so we don’t take up too much of your time.”
“I mean.. Do you need something to eat? A coffee? I can pick something up for you,” Blaine grinned and nudged the strap of his satchel higher on his shoulder. The poor thing must be stressed out if his offer swooped over her head as easily as it did. “My patience is easy. I can’t imagine the pressure you guys are under. Please don’t worry about my time. I’ve got nowhere to be and you don’t need something else on your plate to fret over, okay? We’ll make sure whatever you need to get done gets done and that’s that. Got it?”
a surely disastrous comment about his appreciation of sweet things being evidenced by his delight in this encounter is swallowed down and replaced with an amenable smile. ❝ i’m from wiltshire , originally. in the south – west of england, ❞ he adds, tentatively , as he understands that he himself might be too shy to request clarification.
❝ though i went to school in scotland from eleven —— boarding , of course. quite a way to travel if i hadn’t. ❞
lopsided grin is shrouded in awkward tension. scorpius malfoy was a great many things , though SMOOTH was certainly not one of them. blaine’s ease in capturing the bartender’s attention , followed by the gleeful expression that touched every one of his features , made scorpius’ chest flutter. though he knew that any moment now blaine would surely mention ( or worse , introduce him to ) his boyfriend.
❝ it’s —— different. louder than i’m used to , and everything moves much faster. when you say that the city lures people in , are you speaking from experience ? ? i assumed you were born and raised here , you seem so comfortable. though your accent isn’t what i’d expect of a seasoned new yorker. ❞ ‘ it’s softer , sweeter — ’ another comment gulped hard.’
“I can imagine that it’s a lot louder than Wiltshire or Scotland and you’re right about it being busy,” Blaine idly traced the pattern of the woodgrain with the tip of his pointer as they spoke. A mindless carry over from his fingers still refusing to stay still after spending so long plucking at the keys of the abandoned piano. “Nothing ever pauses for too long here. If it does, it might get bowled over by the next best thing. Or..just anything rushing by, I guess.“
Both eyebrows perked up and a whimsical half-laugh accompanied a shake of his head. “That’s a wonderful compliment. Thank you but, no. I’m not from here originally. And it’s nowhere near as beautiful as England or Scotland. Instead of rolling fields and castles to get lost in? Where I come from it was cornfields and rolling cow pastures with towns dotted between.”
“Lucky me? I got to live in one of those towns verses the cow pastures,” he grinned wishing that he didn’t feel heat rising up in his cheeks at explaining where he was from. “Westerville, Ohio. It’s nice. It’s pretty…but a far far cry from New York City. I moved here just after graduation. Dream come true, you know? That sort of thing.” Which it was. Even if it didn’t go as planned, it was going and that was what truly mattered.
❝ Oh no, she still has a slight VENDETTA over him for cracking eggs on her head last year. Long story short, they dated for a while when he attended McKinley — for some reason or another — and he ended up betraying her by breaking her heart. It wasn’t pretty. So, my answer would have to be no. But, on the topic of coffee, we’ll have to see. Rachel and Mercedes are friends with Kurt, so they can’t POSSIBLY judge me, lest they be labelled h y p o c r i t e s, and they wouldn’t dare. Their massive diva egos would SHUDDER at the thought of being ‘ unjustifiably accused ’.
❞
“You know, word travels fast from one show choir circle to the other but I never heard the story of how Jesse Saint James cracked eggs on Rachel Berry’s head. That’s pretty brutal even for competition standards. Some people. Coffee! Right! If this is an acceptance of the invitation then I’d be honored. Rachel and Mercedes will just have to smoulder in silence if they find out and disapprove. I’m willing to leave any and all talk of the Warblers and New Directions on the Not To Be Discussed List regardless. Besides. There has to be more to learn about Quinn Fabray that’s much more interesting. What coffee you drink is good for starters. Yeah? You can tell me on the walk.”
Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?
It had been a rather long day, and thankfully, Dave’s shift was just about over. Sure, he had a couple requests he still had to fulfill, but it would take long, he was sure of it. Dave glanced around the diner until he finally noticed Blaine. He quickly made his way over, and took a deep breath. “Hey um, Blaine? I was wondering what you were planning on doing after work today?” he questioned, admittedly a bit nervously. He was still in the process of attempting to make amends to everyone for high school, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare people off.
Blaine was busy behind the bar, humming along with a tune playing just a notch above the mixture of conversations and laughter from the guests. A towel in hand as he wiped down the counter–hazel eyes glanced up at the sound of Dave’s voice. He wasn’t too into his task that he didn’t pick up on the faint nervousness inside the tone. To help, hopefully, ease Dave’s mind a pleasant smile curved the edges of his mouth and he shrugged.
Blaine knew Dave was trying to fit in, make up for the past, belong and deserved credit for that. Who was he to make him feel like it was impossible? Never. “Nothing as of yet. I was supposed to help Rachel with some school work but she cancelled. I think her and Kurt went to a play written by some NYADA students and it’s running longer than expected.” Curiosity spiking up a notch, he tilted his head and hung up his towel. “Why? Do you have something in mind?”
pianokeysandbowties 