NAME: blaine devon anderson. NICKNAME: blaine warber, blainey days, blainey, squirt, the new rachel, bling bling, mrs. porcelain, gay blaine, handsome fruity fonzie, clark kent of season one smallville, nightbird (alias), and etc. thanks to sue/others. ZODIAC SIGN: pisces. birthday 3/18. GENDER: cis-male. FAVOURITE COLOR: navy, maroon, yellow, gray, dark forest green, light blue, red. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: depends on stress level, aims for eight though. LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: ‘ play that song by train chords ’. HEIGHT: 5′8″. (ish. i own one of blaine’s outfits..all i can say is…he’s tiny. and 5′8″ seems like a lil stretch. lol!)
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NAME: j. NICKNAME: honey, chode, numbnuts, jerkface (i have such sweet people in my life. ha!) ZODIAC SIGN: aries sun/gemini rising GENDER: cis-female. FAVOURITE COLOR: green, purple, pink, black, teal AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: i’m terrible at sleeping. usually 4 to 6 if i can sleep. LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: ’ new york city theme restaurants ’. HEIGHT: 5′5″.
do you ever look back at your relationship with someone on the internet and just think oh my god i’m so fucking glad i clicked follow they make my life so much better
Another short laugh escaped Hunter as he gazed at the fellow once again Warbler. The stories of Glee club weren’t particularly interesting in theory, but to somebody who never lived a life like theirs — he liked getting an inside look. Hearing a little bit of what made the place so worth going to peaked his interest. There was only so much a person could assume. “You need to watch your influences. I can understand the less classy lifestyle, but I wouldn’t risk your health on it.” he teased, though his honesty was a bit far fetched. He didn’t understand a less expensive lifestyle. It wasn’t how he was raised. But from the little bits he’d heard from Blaine, he thought it was worth exploring. Even if it was the equivalent of a mixed liquor hangover. Taking a longer sip at Blaine’s encouragement, Hunter tried to relax against the couch as he did. Within seconds he had his eyebrows furrowed, debating if chillingwas actually something he enjoyed. “I’d love to see you try. Catching up includes drinking faster, you realize that right?”
“Risk my health? Nah. Nothing like that. I have Sebastian to thank for turning me away from mix choice wine coolers and broken into parents liquor cabinet blends. I never tried anything other than occasional holiday wine with the family and those messes. Until he made me sit through an entire half hour of him explaining the differences of every Scotch on the planet. The guy really knows his stuff,” Blaine laughed happily at the memory as he squirmed further into the corner of the large leather couch they were sitting on. Two hollow echoes of polished dress shoes hitting the floor later, he brought both feet up onto the cushions and wrapped one arm casually across his shins. The other lifted as he hurriedly swallowed a few more sips at the challenge. With minimal cringe factor. “I’m trying.. Just not as good as you are at this yet.” He teased happily and tilted his glass towards Hunter for him to see he was finally in need of a refill. “So.. You looked awfully confused about my New Directions stories. You’ve never given it a shot? A basement party with a bunch of almost strangers from a different school, I mean? You’re missing out. Life lessons and all,” he quirked his brows and grinned, “Especially the whole rum plus vodka is not remotely close to a good idea..”
“As long as you need. I mean I’ve got some obligations while I’m in town but I’ve got no plans tonight and we can meet up again if you want- and you have my number anyway so..”
As Blaine rounds back to the brief mention of his father, Barry almost winces. He was used to the looks, the apologies that came with the story. “My uh, my mom was murdered when I was young, and he was arrested for it but it wasn’t him. No one believes the kid after they’re around for something like that though because of the shock.” He says with a shrug. “He’s out now, but..Yeah that was a big part of it. Besides being a nerd I was also the kid with the crazy dad so school was horrible back home, and the only one who believed me was my foster sister, Iris, and then I actually fought the bullies a few times and got in trouble for it and my foster dad’s relatives in Ohio offered to help out.” He was rambling- offering more answers than were asked for but given the circumstance Barry actually felt that it was okay. The more context Blaine had the easier it would be to understand, he hoped. Still, he stops himself with a simple, “So um.. Yeah.”
Blaine cringed inwardly when Barry explained the main reason why everything fell apart in his life that ultimately ended up with him being in Westerville, Ohio. He didn’t mean to strike such a tender chord. Then again, what could he really expect? In hindsight, no one ends up hiding out with a foster family and reinventing themselves completely over something small. Classic open mouth, insert shoe moment. Good one, Blaine. “I know this is going to sound all sorts of cliche. But. I really am sorry that you went through something so awful.. No one deserves that,” he shook his head and thumbed at a streak of condensation trickling down the side of his glass, “Especially not you.”
Wanting to try and offer Se–Barry a way out of such a hurtful topic, a soft nudge of elbow to elbow leaned Blaine a bit closer. A caring smile warmed his features. “It does explain so many unsolved mysteries I’ve wondered about here and there. So? There’s that. Okay. It doesn’t solve them. Honestly, it makes more spring up now that I think about it..but they are ones that revolve around the real you.” Blaine shrugged and finished off his drink, nudging the glass towards the bartender to signal for another right after. “So, if I have time..like you said…there are some babysteps towards getting to know you, Barry. Which I’d love to do if the offer is still open. I mean..you know me. Or me back in Ohio. Maybe we could get to know one another again..?”
New Yorkers are born all over the country, and then they come to New York City and it hits them: ‘Oh, that’s who I am.’
It was hard to hold herself together at the first text. One part of her was furious. How dare he defend him after everything that happened. Even now, when she was more pissed with the ex Warbler than her original classmate, the initial issues still stood. After all, Kurt was the reason this whole thing started. && He was the reason it ended. Even though in the end it was all Blaine. After all — his actions spoke louder than her words.
text — blaine anderson; I know you get off on being his hero, but don’t victimize him when it comes to my wedding. He doesn’t believe in my marriage, he isn’t coming. If that still stands with him, it still stands with me. text — blaine anderson; It wasn’t his fight, I told him how it is. What I said to him has nothing to do with this. You should know that. text — blaine anderson; I don’t want to talk to you. I know what you think, I don’t need to hear it in some twisted way that makes you sound like the fairy godmother in a knock off cinderella story.
The tip of his loafer began to dig at the corner of the nearest box. He read the messages and couldn’t stop his back teeth from grinding together. A frustrated sigh caught Kurt’s attention and Blaine quickly brushed it off with a roll of his eyes and a half-smile. Why couldn’t they get past this? They’ve all been through too much to let things crumble to nothing. Not now. Not when their lives were shaping into what the rest of their futures would be built on.
( mssg » santana | sent ) I’m not..victimizing Kurt. I’m just telling you the truth. He stuck his foot in his mouth. People do that. We’ve all been there. It was a mistake. ( mssg » santana | sent ) I know I have.. I made one of those mistakes not too many days ago..with you. ( mssg » santana | sent ) I’ll let you go. If what you really want is to never talk to me again, I’ll tell Kurt that I can’t go to the wedding with him. I just want you to know that I don’t want to give us up. You still mean a lot to me. Families fight. It happens. Just.. Can we talk?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) He does make for a pretty great cuddler, that Bruce. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) No arguing with you there. And quite the performer, too. 😍 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Only to a certain extent. I mean, who knowswhat he might just have been discussing with his next door neighbor while under the influence. ( mssg » blaine | sent) I was obviously kidding.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Woah. Slow down! A better cuddler than two armed, warm bodied me? You better say no. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. You won back a point or two with that. Thank you, sir. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) His next door neighbor? Are there more one armed snuggle buddies under the bed that I don’t know about? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) That’s right! You were kidding! I totally thought so!
sebastian cursed inside when blaine heard the sound as well and turned to look. damn it. he sighed but there was no use. still, he was relieved when the other didn’t motion to leave, despite the apology. sebastian shrugged.
❝we were done, anyways.’ it was crude, and tactless, but he didn’t really care. it wasn’t like he had to be careful about blaine’s feelings for him. ‘you know me.’ he said, dismissively, though that DID churn his stomach a little.
why did it still bother him so much what blaine thought of him? blaine seemed alright enough with who he was to keep being his occasional friend, and it wasn’t like there was any lingering questions about other possibilities. having SUNG at his engagement and now being here, mending his broken heart over another man, didn’t exactly leave room for wondering, or doubt. and he was okay with it. he just wanted to help. he told himself that again and pushed the embarrassment off his head. ‘sorry.’ he said, after all, because of how flushed blaine looked. ‘i told him to be quiet.’ he rolled eyes.
he rose green eyes, curious, at the new words. there’s a reason i’m here. what was it again? he felt the urge to spill the words. WHY? but didn’t. he never did, when it came to blaine. asking for more than blaine could or would give never ended well for either of them.
he offered a shortcut out for both of them. some way to still get blaine to feel better, without keeping on torturing them both with that conversation. blaine had got it off his chest after all, and as sebastian had stated, he wasn’t exactly good at the advice part of it. blaine didn’t want to drink. so what was left besides a bucket of junk food and something to pass the time on the tv? he nodded.
‘good.’ he got up and grabbed his phone from the coffee table, where he’d dropped it earlier, after almost sitting on it while his date got them both on that same couch, and the remote besides it. the latter he tossed towards blaine. ‘pick something.’ he told him, nodding towards the tv. his father paid for at least 10 different platforms for movies and series, besides netflix. ‘i’m gonna order us enough food to make us throw up.’ he half joked, as he got on the phone.
Blaine heard the door click shut in the momentary quiet created by Sebastian dialing in their food order. Poised with one knee bent on the mattress of the folded out sofa bed–the shorter of the pair curled his lip between his teeth and let his attention wander back towards the empty doorway leading out into the hall.
‘You know me’, Sebastian’s words from earlier echoed back. Why was Sebastian not the only one who’s stomach wasn’t feeling all that great? Not that he had any right for his brain to suddenly shift course and focus back onto that. Or feel any sort of way. Or even for the half-whispered apology from Sebastian that he received. His chance for them to mean anything but the prime example of how they were together in this room right now provided.
Yet here he was. Sebastian. There to answer the door in the middle of the night and kick out some random thrill for the night just to make sure he was okay. Sebastian was always there. And he kept coming back. Over and over. Because Sebastian would never turn him away.
Sebastian always opened the door and invited him in. Sebastian always answered the phone. Even if he sat silent on the other end because he didn’t want to sleep alone but didn’t know what to say either. Blaine didn’t realize he was pulling the thread from the hem around the wrist of his cardigan as he watched Sebastian hang up the phone. The remote was sitting untouched by Blaine’s knee when their eyes finally met.
“You’re always here. No matter what..,” he whispered letting go of the battered edge of his sweater. The poor thing was beat up enough. “I keep coming back here. Time and time again. Does it get old? You can tell me..” Finishing crawling up onto the sofabed, Blaine sat back on his heels kneeling and hands pressed together with their backs touching the insides of his thighs. “Just be honest. Please?”
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