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for every @ i get, i have to tag someone i love/look up to! currently accepting.

  • @pianokeysandbowties / j ; listen. the biggest life ruiner i have ever come across (no joke) and such a precious one at that. we only met a couple of months ago (???!!!) but thankfully got talking and gushing about our otp pretty fast & i already consider j one of my closest friends in the rp community & the absolute one and only blaine to my kurt!! not only does j ruin lives with her blaine she’s also an incredibly talented writer and i just can’t help but adore every single thread and verse we have together, no matter the amount. total heart eyes all round & i also love her very much!! (♥‿♥ ✿)
  • @epicisms / laurel ; we’ve literally only just gotten round to plotting out a thread for our ocs (who are going to be so c u t e!!!) but i have absolutely loved seeing laurel on my dash ever since the day i decided to follow her blog!! not only do we have a lot of awesome fandoms in common (chuck & the office), she also writes some of my favourite tv characters beautifully and i’m in absolute awe of her talent every time. all in all one really lovely person who i’m dying to get to know more because??? absolutely flawless.

// Aw, shucks!  I love you too, boo!  Oh this was so sweet!  You are my life ruiner as well.  Even though it’s only been a little while?  I feel like I’ve known you forever.  I’m so glad to talk to you every day.  You have no idea.  <3<3

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The edge was real. The dizziness and anxiety and paranoia, it was all real. Group was a joke. And why was it being hosted at this dumbass school anyway? And on a SATURDAY no less. It was bad enough he had to be here five days a week and now it was six.  There went his weekend of spending some alone time watching MTV and jackin’ it. What a waste. He’s clearly fine, right? The way he’s shaking and his bruised arms grip a locker that didn’t deserve the abuse it was getting. He only excused himself because he couldn’t take another sob story of another person in there. He spoke already, they knew his tale. He’d been coming here two years now. 

‘ Fuck this. ‘ 

he speaks, to no one but himself, no one else was here. No one except the people in that room.

The ex junkie moves away from the door where he’s struggling to go back in or not. And then he decides, to just leave. They would have him next week anyway. And if not, they’d just come to his trailer and force him to come. What a waste. He makes his way around the corner, and there, he collides with someone. Someone whom he’d seen before. And he stumbled backwards – 

‘ watch where yer’ fuckin’ goin! ‘ 

A Saturday meeting of the glee club was an absolute necessity this close to Regionals.  They all showed up, too.  Most of them early and they all stayed two hours past the time they were supposed to leave.  Blaine was only cutting through the halls trying to get to his locker and grab a book he forgot to take home, a song being hummed low to make a noise through the creepy quiet that settled into the school that was so normally busy, loud and full of people.  He had no idea a group was meeting here, he’d missed the racket that Mike must have made when he assaulted the locker to get out his frustrations.  Another turn and the realization he wasn’t alone like he thought came with..

‘Watch where yer’ fuckin’ goin!’

Staggering backwards to catch his footing that the collision swept out from under a pair of navy blue boat shoes–his attention snapped up at the voice and for a split second they were round as saucers.  Lips hung open with the shock.  Blaine hated surprises like that.  They rattled him more than he cared to admit.  Echoes from earlier times that still reverberated back every now and then.  Like when you collide chest first with a very angry person.

“Woah.  Sorry.  I had no idea someone was going to be there.”  Finding his tongue, the shorter of the pair held both hands up and blinked off deer caught in the headlights glimpse of a look he hadn’t caught.

“I–Are you okay?”

quinn.

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                    ❝   If you QUIT the glee club, I’ll let you touch my breast.   ❞

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“Uh—.  Thank you, Quinn.  But..  I’m not a member of New Directions.  And if you want me to quit the Warblers?  I’m sorry that offer..strangely out of nowhere that it was..isn’t..UM..my thing.”

puck.

Although Puck hated studying, seeing Blaine more often would be pretty cool. “Hmm, I might like your idea. Maybe you could help me with biology? I’m pretty shitty at that subject.” He chuckled dryly when something dawned on him. “Actually, I’m pretty shitty at every school subject. Some people just aren’t meant to be in school and I’m one of ‘em…”

Puck nodded his head as he listened to Blaine talk. He’d always gone to school with people he knew. He was pretty confident he wouldn’t have any problems making friends if he ever had to transfer to another school. He adapted well to certain situations. However, he knew Kurt and after all of the bullying the teen had endured, he understood why it might take Kurt awhile to adjust to being a student at Dalton. “Yeah, I hope so. Want him to know that we all still care about him and are here for him, no matter what.” He took seat on the sofa and leaned back. “Really? Like a private tour?” He liked the idea of being alone with Blaine, but knew it was unlikely that would actually happen. “Oh yeah? What are some of your other favorite things?”

“I don’t think you’re not meant to be there, Puck.  I think you’ve just let the opinions of other people weigh so heavily on you that you think you’re not meant to be there.  It’s okay to need help.  I think everyone struggles with certain things,” he reached over and laid a hand gently on Puck’s forearm trying to make his point perfectly clear.  “Asking for help studying?  Doesn’t make you an exception.  It sort of makes you the norm.  In other words?”  Blaine paused and retracted his hand back into his lap before tucking his chin towards his collar in a curt nod.  “I’d love to help you.  In whatever you need.  You might surprise yourself what a couple months of tutoring can do.”

Blinking, he hurried to correct himself before he gave Puck the wrong idea about Kurt.  The other boy hadn’t said a word about the lack of visits from his friends at McKinley.  Blaine was talking for him, which Kurt would hate.  He needed to stop doing that.  His encounter with Burt Hummel was proof but–there was a good outcome to their meeting.  “I’m sure he does.  He hasn’t made any comment one way or another but..you can just tell you know?” Skipping past that subject, Blaine grinned at the mention of Dalton again.  “Yeah.  Your own tour. Whenever you want. And..um..  I like to play polo?  Sing?  Sail.  Photography?  A lot of things.  Believe it or not? There’s more to me than the blazer,” he chuckled lightly, “How about you?”

stolenscarlet.

“Thanks.”Interesting, Barry thinks, how he can say especially not you despite the lies, the people he stabbed in the back and hearts he toyed around with.  Blaine always did see better in him than he did himself.  Not to say that Barry thought he was a bad man- he was better than a lot he had met in his life, but he knows where his issues were and that they were plentiful.

He appreciates the movement of the conversation, dropping the sadder topics not because they were that difficult to talk about after all of the times he’s wound up repeating it over the years, he simply didn’t enjoy it and usually avoided details.  The point anyway was not technically why he did what he did, it was that he did it and they now had to navigate together in one way or another; whether that was Blaine never speaking to him again, them pretending they’ll keep in touch and not, or what Blaine ends up suggesting again- taking advantage of their time in the same city.  Barry can’t help but aim a grin at his old friend then. “That would be really great.”

Good.  They could semi-start over as much as they could.  Because you can’t really forget everything you know about a person regardless of how that saying goes.  There are memories that are precious to Blaine that the two of them made.  Good ones that no one really knew about other than the two of them because, at that time, no one would understand the friendship he built with the boy no one else trusted.  Blaine never really cared and would often wittle down to not meaning anything to anyone voicing their suspicion.  

Why?  Because he saw something in the tall boy in a blazer that he missed wearing every single day.  Sebastian always listened. So there was that and it meant the opposite of nothing. Keeping this friendship–so soon after the promise of getting it back–was important enough to try to get to know Barry.  Really know him.  Staying wasn’t an option.  It was a necessity.  Starting from scratch–he smoothed his hands over the lip of the bar and then gave the polished wood a squeeze with both hands as round two was sat in front of them.  “Starting now–.  What do you do now?  Where have you been all these years?  That’s a good place to start..yeah?”

meme continuation. @elliott-starchild

Quiet tip toes on bare feet let him sneak up behind Elliott without being noticed.  Blaine held his breath behind his ear to ear grin as he pulled his sneakiest approach yet.  His master plan of embracing the much taller of the pair from behind went off without a flaw! Well.  He didn’t mean to startle the poor guy but the happy look on Elliott’s face that greeted him once he realized who was giving him this impromptu hug was worth the pang of guilt he felt for scaring him.

Triumphantly beaming–hazel eyes met Elliott’s as he spun around and put them face to face. “Who else did you think I’d be?  I didn’ mean to scare you.  As far as I know, no mysterious hugger is going around Manhattan breaking into apartments to give the owners random hugs,” he winked then turned his head to press a soft kiss into Elliott’s palm. “Hi,” he whispered not really moving too far back to do so.  “Did I interrupt you?  Sorry.”  Not really.

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You can do this.  You can do this.  

The mantra was in his head the entire walk towards where he was told Kurt disappeared to after classes were over.  Blaine was a jittery mess of nervous excitement and determination that he felt dancing through his limbs.  Electrical currents of a pull and need he never felt so deeply before.  They all met inside his chest and sped up his pulse into a thundering thump, thump, thump echoing in his eardrums.  Need seeped into his bones carried him closer and closer towards the entrance.  Blaine swore he didn’t need his eyes open to find the way.  It ran so deep that he could close his eyes and the draw would lead him right to Kurt.

His entire world changed in a matter of minutes.  

Thanks to his voice and love and tears shed for such a simple little creature that meant the world to him.  The two of them could’ve been the only two people inside the room as Blaine’s awareness of feelings he’d caught himself feeling, thoughts that crept in and were quickly brushed away for not wanting to ruin what they had until he convinced himself he was oblivious to them refused to be brushed under the rug again.

What started out as the briefest of pauses just out of sight so he could roll his eyes closed, thunk his head off the wall, take two gulps of air and shake off the last of his nerves so Kurt wouldn’t see ended with..

The first taste of Kurt’s lips still coated his.  A tingle Kurt’s hand left behind was a ghost haunting his skin.  Just like that..  Blaine Anderson’s first kiss, a truth he never confessed to Kurt that day on the steps at McKinley because Kurt needed his support and for him to listen–and then the detail just didn’t seem to mix with what he was trying to be for Kurt so mentioning fell to the wayside, belonged to someone who he shared an equally bashful laugh with.  

The person who made falling feel like floating so high he’d never come down.  

That laugh, that was a hint. Tucking down into his arm until Kurt spoke?  The first real display of true shyness Kurt was allowed to see.  ‘I thought we were..’

Blaine was up and out of his chair.  Their lips crashed together this time.  When he feathered a touch across Kurt’s cheekbones, he was gone.  All his air rushed out in a sigh through his nose and his tongue grazed over Kurt’s bottom lip.  His insides went up, went down and he tasted what it felt like to know that at last, he FINALLY let himself come home.  So much for learning to fly, why not just throw yourself off the cliff and spread your wings?  It wasn’t so scary to do when you knew someone was doing the same thing. 

finn.

brows sink , his features appearing thoughtful before his lips part and a sigh passes them. “ the  MAIN thing on my mind after school is : what am I going to do ? do either stay in Lima, or go to college ? I dunno, I just don’t wanna take FOREVER sitting around, especially since i have no clue where i’m headed. “ his gaze flickered from the floor to blaine, his expression soft. “ hey – we’re friends, right ? you just helped me. you wouldn’t be bothering me, blaine. i’d like to listen if you needed someone to talk to. it’s not any TROUBLE to me. “ 

Blaine watched Finn as he opened up, teeth worrying against his bottom lip as he listened to Finn’s concerns.  His heart went out to him.  The unknown can be terrifying.  He wished there was a way to reassure Finn he’d be fine. No.  Better than fine. Finn had an amazing future waiting past McKinley.  Even if it takes them a while to figure out what he wants that future to be.  His faith in him was beyond those doubts and he’d do his best to make Finn see that.

“I promise.  I’ll do whatever I can to help you figure it out.  But, Finn, take your time.  It’s only natural to change your mind a million times between now and whenever.  Not everyone has things as planned out as Rachel or Kurt.  They’re an exception to the rule.  Not the rule itself,” he paused and rubbed the back of his neck trying to give as much honesty as Finn gave him without troubling him.  “I guess it’s hitting me, too.  That’s all.  That come this time next year..Kurt’s going to be gone..and I’m going to be here.”