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♫ I’m falling, falling for you, babe,
And my feelings are gettin’ stronger,
Come Here Boy – Imogen Heap

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It might seem superficial, stereotypical, man
You dress up just a little and I’m like, “Oh, damn.“
Fresh Eyes – Andy Grammer

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I, was the knight in shining armor in your movie
Would put your lips on mine and love the aftertaste
All Time Low (Acoustic) – Jon Bellion

♫ With you, I’m alive
Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide
Sad Song – We The Kings

elliott.

“Oh c’mon, don’t turn the question back on me again!” Elliott whined, although he was smiling a little none the less – god, what the HELL did he tell Kurt? It was bad enough saying he took Blaine in when they broke up, but to say ‘Hey Kurt by the way I stole your man and snogged him and I think we’re a thing now.’

That was WAY too hellish to even think about.

“I don’t know – I mean, I love Kurt, I really do, he’s one of the best friends I’ve made up here…but I don’t think he’ll want to be around me after this. He’s always been frosty about me stealing his things.” The band, attention, the limelight, ~~Blaine~~.

“And if he stops talking to me, It’ll kick of with the others too, I’m sure. I know Dani will keep in contact with me,” They were beyond best friends by now, they were like soulmates without the relationship, it was…odd. “But the others? Not so much.”

Yet he knew he had to tell them at some point, better sooner than hiding it right?

“Come on. Let’s go sit down, huh,” he asked after watching Elliott slip into the frame of mind that was so clearly written upon the taller man’s features. Probably a reflection of the one written on his own expression. Worry. Blaine was worried, too. More for Elliott than himself. The last thing he wanted was for Elliott to start beating himself up over a kiss.

They could let it remain that if Elliott was so afraid of losing everyone else. Blaine wouldn’t be the one to cost him the price Elliott was afraid might be written on the tag of whatever they might become or were becoming or–.

“I think you should give Kurt more credit. He’s a good person. The best kind of friends that any of his friends could ask for,” and God it hurt to talk about him like this whenever their last words were barely any at all as Blaine was packing up his things. But..as far as how much Kurt loved his friends? He did deserve a hell of a lot of credit for that. A tug to Elliott’s hand asked for him to sit beside him on the sofa.

“He might be hurt but he’ll know it isn’t fair to be. Not after everything. I don’t know. Hiding things from him has never worked out well. He’s smart. He’ll figure it out. Elliott? Or maybe..if you’re afraid of losing him? Maybe we don’t have to–,” he swallowed the last words along with the rock in his throat. “I don’t want to hurt anybody. Not you. Or him. Or.. I don’t know.”

thanks..i think?

Santana watched him as he scanned the room. He looked to be contemplating, or something. So she wanted to know the extent he’d go to. How much would he question her before listening && pushing his concerns to the back of his mind? That was a question she asked herself all too often. His compliance made her grin, && once he was sat her body shifted his way. “Nice stuff.” She cooed, picking up the bottle of vodka while nodding at the soda water on the table. “Vodka soda, it’s very nice. So are you. Very nice. In a gross way.” she added, though her body nestled beside him to get a sense of absent minded comfort.

Santana settling in beside him made Blaine smile. She was always so warm and soft when she got like this. Of course he gently wrapped one arm around her and settled in for the long haul. It wasn’t the first time they’ve done this and it wouldn’t be the last. Not with Santana’s panache for Friday night vodka and his always seeming to be there to keep her entertained. Or to offer up a snuggle if she needed one. Hey–this version of getting drunk Santana (to put it lightly and kindly as possible) was much better than the one he met years ago in Rachel’s basement. Why not enjoy her company and have a drink to two? “Vodka. Should’ve guessed. Is this the same stuff as last time because I didn’t get a hangover off that. A good sign we’re moving up in the world, huh?” He joked wiggling forward just far enough to grab the glass. Hovering it just under his nose, he took a sniff like he’d be able to tell the difference if he did.

hunter.

Hunter could laugh at him freely. He was a blunt && to the point person. Laughing at someone was nothing new. What was new was caring for the person’s outcome. Needing to know that Blaine was okay was just as important as his own entertainment, maybe even more so. A thought he wouldn’t dare spend another second on. Without realizing it, Hunter’s hand went to Blaine’s side, securing that he was going to be okay. “Try to go slow next time. This isn’t a drink for chugging, simple mistake.” he shrugged off the incident before guiding them both to the couch. “Sit && let your mouth recover. You can have the next drink once you’re alright. — Really, are you alright?”

Blaine was grateful for the hand at his side and leaned into it without a second thought. Though he was sure that he shouldn’t feel the contact send a wave of chills out so far they spread across the small of his back and his belly from the outline of Hunter’s hand–he quickly brushed off the thought and let himself be lead to the couch. “Thanks, I’ll go easier next time. Just the last time I drank? Tasting what was in the glass wasn’t the priority. Especially with the mix of everything in there. It was sort of better not to.” Another dab at his lips and he felt his face heat up at the question. How badly did he react if it was enough to provoke that level of concern? His chuckle shook his shoulders and made him smile wide more than made any sound. “My pride is more bruised than my throat. So, yeah. I’m okay. Promise. Thanks for asking.”

santana.

“Warblubber, I need you.” Santana’s voice echoed down to her target as her eyes followed. They trailed up his body with a slow pace. Just so she could soak in what she had. “I’m two drinks in, thinking about people I SHOULDN’T be thinking about, but I refuse to pass out so soon. Accompany me?” Though the notion was sweet, it was clear her kindness was mainly from the liquid courage. Without it, she’d add a few more snide comments for her wall.

Warblubbler? That one was new. Santana must be oh about–yep. He was right Two drinks in. That’s when her creativity for insults usually amped up a notch from deadly if she wanted to–well–sort of adorably nonsensical yet charmingly sweet. Although confusing on how she managed to think them up on the first place. Blaine watched as she slowly trailed her gaze up his body and arched both brows when their eyes met. She had him at ‘accompany me’. Rolling his eyes and puffing out a laugh–Blaine plopped down beside her and nudged a navy blue and gray flannel covered leg against hers. “Such a proper invitation. How can I say no? So! What are we having?”

hunter.

“I don’t know how they do it back at MCKINLEY — but you just tried to down 200 dollar bourbon. No wonder you’re coughing…” Hunter chuckled at the sight, but easily handed the male a napkin && his hand to stabilize himself if needed. “You feeling alright, Blaine?”

Oh holy!!!! The bourbon felt like liquid fire that he willingly swallowed without even being dared to do it! The flavor filled his mouth and nose as he coughed and blindly swatted his hand in desperation until he latched onto Hunter’s arm instead of his hand. Close enough! Tears were in his eyes when he opened them again and he palmed the napkin then covered his mouth with both. Rapidly nodding that he was okay (embarrassed but okay)–the shorter of the pair blinked the wet off his lashes and stared down at the cup. “That tastes like a forest fire in my mouth,” he sputtered out and ignored his mouth filling with saliva. “How many tastebuds do you think were sacrificed to that swallow?” And was it enough to save some face and do one next time without choking to death?

quinn.

❝ Hey, I don’t point out my hiding spots for just ANYBODY, Blaine Warbler. Most of the guys from New Directions don’t even know about them. Or at least, I HOPE that they don’t know about them. Tried taking Santana to one once; she said it was too bougie for her tastes. Told me she was expecting the Queen of England to come in for high tea. Always the hyperbolic DRAMA QUEEN, Santana.

❞

“Just out of curiosity? Who started the trend of calling me by my first name slash Warbler? I mean–is that what you guys do for every opposing team? Is there a Jesse Saint Vocal Adrenaline on Rachel Berry’s hit list? Ooh! What about the other show choirs? Is that a thing for them, too? Because adding Oral Fixation at the end of anything makes it even more questionable than the name already does. If I promise not to share your secret or send an invitation to the Queen and buy you a coffee–would you join me? Or are you worried the others would consider it ‘fraternizing with the enemy’ and off limits since it’d only be the two of us?”

jeff.

Jeff sat there listening to Blaine’s stumbled words as the water rained down on him. “Blaine, it’s fine I’m okay” He called out as he felt his ass throb, and not in the best way. He closed his eyes and let the warm water roll down his face feeling as if he was suffocating under the stream of water. He let his head fall back against the stall of the shower and felt free from the drowning of water.

Once he finally felt remotely ready to stand he grabbed for the bar in the stall and hoisted himself up. He quickly washed and rinsed and turned off the water and reached out of the stall and grabbed his towel and wrapped it around him. He stood there for a moment and wondered if his roommate was out of the room he was not ready to face the slick gelled boy.

Rubbing his toweled ass he grumbled to himself about the pain that seared through him at the touch. He won’t ever get caught doing that again, he’d promised himself that Blaine wouldn’t hear that again. Quickly dressing he checked himself over and headed out of the room towards where Blaine said they were converging to have that party.

Once he entered the room they were in he spotted his roommate and felt his cheeks flare in embarrassment and wondered if Blaine had laughed as he had come in the room and told the boys about Jeff’s moment in the shower. He bit his lip and walked towards Nicky and nudged him and nodded.

Not a word was breathed to the other boys about Jeff’s shower mishap. Willfully embarrassing someone else wasn’t something Blaine ever enjoyed and couldn’t understand why people who liked it–did. Giving a friend a hard time was one thing? Jeff literally bouncing off the floor of the shower when he busted him singing at the top of his lungs? Yeah. That could be kept between the two roommates.

Laughter bubbled out of the boy who was sitting in the corner of a leather couch with both legs resting sidelong over top of Trent’s. Thad and Wes chatted away on the floor in front of the pair. Blaine grinned along happy to be with so many friends. Some returning back just for tonight before they finished the last of their break with their families. But it was the perfect way to spend the best New Years he’s

Noticing Jeff joined them at last, Blaine’s legs lifted up off Trent’s lap as he scurried over the arm of the couch and hurried over to greet the blond. “Hey! I’m glad you decided to join us,” he smiled warmly and came to a stop on Jeff’s opposite side. Giving Nick a nod–Blaine leaned back against the wall and motioned towards a table set up with drinks (some that shouldn’t be there but were thanks to an unmentioned Warbler (or two) raiding their parents cabinets.

“You can make yourself anything you want. I think Thad mentioned once you were here, we were all going up to the roof. Better get something to take up with you on the way. I guess you can see the fireworks from up there. Pretty neat, huh?” And there came the few bounces on his heels and upturned brows that hinted at just how excited Blaine truly was to go and find out.

eric.

( sms >> unknown ) Hey, don’t worry about it.
( sms >> unknown ) And yeah. I’m Eric. This is… Blaine? Trent told me about you.
( sms >> unknown ) Trust me, I know how hard it can be to get a date when you’re gay at all. Don’t be too hard on yourself. 😊

( mssg » eric | sent ) He did? What did he say? I warn you, Trent can over-exaggerate a little. By “a little”, I mean not “a little” at all. Like a ton.
( mssg » eric | sent ) I heard you were a great guy and I’ve been being crazy for not texting you when I told him I would for two weeks. I guess better than never?
( mssg » eric | sent ) You know? I didn’t mean that how rereading that made it sound in my head.
( mssg » eric | sent ) I think it’s even harder when I’m not “putting myself out there” as I’ve been told on repeat. But, thank you, I’ll try not to be. 😊

IT’S HARDER THAN YOU THINK. NO USING GOOGLE. EVERY ANSWER MUST START WITH THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR MUSE’S NAME.
PLEASE REPOST; DON’T REBLOG.

• NAME. blaine devon anderson
• ANIMAL. bat
• BOYS NAME. brian
• GIRLS NAME. brinley
• COLOR. burgundy
• MOVIE. batman
• SOMETHING YOU WEAR. bowtie (haha impossible to resist)
• DRINK. bourbon
• FOOD. bagel
• SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM. bathtub
• PLACE. bali
• REASON FOR BEING LATE. broken alarm clock

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