// I think I need you and your muse to tone down the level of cute that you both are. I don’t even know how to deal with all this awww! Gonna get cavities with so much sweetness!
❝ I— It’s nothing, I’m—” Kurt could feel his cheeks heating up visibly as Blaine gently brushed him with his shoulder, his lips quick to mirror the other’s reassuring smiles yet still treading the lively restaurant with somewhat caution as he quietly led them over to the glee club’s usual booth by the corner. No jocks. His heart sank back down to his chest as he quickly skimmed through the rest of their surroundings.
Maybe tonight was just shaping up to be a fun night spent sharing pasta with a friend after all; his mood instantly lifted and slowly beginning to unbutton the rest of his winter coat as he intended to make the most of their evening (especially when it came to purposely missing outon a live episode of Project Runway).
“Here’s our table,” Kurt finally smiled, announcing in a sing-song voice before scooting down one side of the booth as he quickly made himself comfortable. Willing himself to relax, he silently observed as Blaine settled himself down on opposite side of him; hardly casting any glance at the familiar restaurant menu before happily ordering drinks and breadsticks with the usual waitress for the both of them.
“So,” he began, curiosity still very much piqued by their earlier texting conversations and definitely eager to find out more about the very handsome yet mysterious Blaine Anderson. “You like sailing.”
Blaine wasn’t sure that look was ‘nothing’. They may be just getting to know one another but in their handful of conversations–it was clear that Kurt was going through a horrible time. The last thing he wanted was to be yet another person who turned a blind eye to what Kurt was going through or felt. He understood the feeling more than he ever wished on anyone.
On the other hand, he didn’t want to push him further than he wanted to open up either. Sometimes getting a break from what’s going on in your head or around you is the biggest thing you need. Carefully watching him for a sign to press further if he needed, Blaine let the heaviness go for now. But he’d be there to help take the load off if Kurt needed it. Tonight. Or any other. For now, he’d just make sure Kurt enjoyed himself.
Following behind his friend–Blaine gently tugged the thick, wool scarf around his neck free and looped it over one forearm while unbuttoning the black peacoat he wore on top of his Dalton uniform. There wasn’t time to change if he wanted to make it here within a reasonable waiting time for Kurt. “Oh! Wow. I feel like I’m on the edge of the New Directions inner circle entering your territory,” he mused setting his coat and scarf on the booth beside him once he settled in.
"Sailing! Yes. My parents own a boat down at the Hoover Sailing Club. We don’t get out on the water as much as we used to but I was thinking of taking lessons again this summer. I mean, it’s a shame for it to sit there,” he smiled at the waitress when their drinks and breadsticks were delivered. “What about you? What do you like to do when you get a chance to get out?”
( mssg » barry | sent ) Okay. I think I followed your chain. You want me to want you to want to come over. Yes? LOL ( mssg » barry | sent ) In that case? I would love for you to know that I want you to want to come over. Because I want you here. Fair enough?
// Hunter, buddy. You need to work on your ways of showing you have a crush on someone. Cause your crush eyes vaguely (or not so vaguely) resemble the same look you give someone before you punch them in the face. Let’s start there ok? So so mutual in our verses. You know this 100%.
❝ You know that you’re my friend. And I’ll help you with anything that I can. Whatever you think that might be falling apart, maybe it’s just life making you open your eyes to other ways. It might be not the best, but something’s there. You know? ❞
“I know. Rachel, you’re amazing and I’m so happy you’re here. Do you think that’s what the universe is trying to tell me? What sort of other ways do you think it’s trying to turn me towards? A month ago everything was going smooth. Mostly. And now.. Now, it all seems so..not. Can I be honest and not make this go straight towards awkward? Even if I say it’s about..Kurt?”
i am trash for multiple plots so if we have one and you want more, YELL AT ME. if we don’t have one yet, DON’T BE AFRAID TO ASK FOR MORE THAN ONE TO START OFF.
“Hey, Sam,” Blaine held the phone to one ear while giving the hem of his blanket run for it’s money with the other. The thread on the hem nearly worn through by how many times his fingernails dug in, scratched and pulled against the wool. “I know it’s late,” he cringed when a glance at the glowing green numbers on his alarm read 2:45AM, “and I’m really sorry to wake you up.” Guilt for disturbing Sam grew heavier in his belly a few seconds past hearing his groggy voice. “This probably sounds super dumb but..,” a heavy sigh came from his end of the line.
“Would you mind just talking for a little while? I don’t care what you say. You can read, or go through A to Z on your impressions list. Whatever you want until you fall back to sleep again. Sorry to ask. Probably sounds crazy. I’m just not having a very good night..”
Role play blogs aren’t just about cliques and it shouldn’t be about who you’ve known the longest either. Well it should be but also- there are a lot of shy cinnamon rolls out there waiting for you. But they don’t know that you can vibe with them right off the bat if they’d only send in a meme or a starter or something!
So reblog if you’re the type of blog that is open to NEW friendships even if you are already connected to old ones. New friendships mean new experiences and more people to talk about your muse’s together. This is a clique free blog despite the people who love sending me in asks and there’s much love for them but I’ve also got love waiting for you if only you’d send that one message.
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