Another quiet breath caught lightly in Kurt’s throat as blue eyes continued to stare out blankly at the crisp white editorial covered walls directly opposite his desk at Isabelle’s Condé Nast office. It had been a long night, his boss’ phones were ringing off the hook and yet somehow, in spite of everything and his current surroundings, he was trembling. Anxiously watching his phone vibrate and alertly scanning over his phone’s notifications as he received yet another pointless e-mail about the latest vintage finds and fashions. He hadn’t slept. It had been practically impossible. The soft, all too familiar sounds of his ex-boyfriend’s gentle breathing haunting him even as he lay there, wide awake, incapable of moving.
Blaine had always been his safety net. His one shoulder to cry on and the one person he could turn to whenever things got messy or complicated. Neither one of them had expected the distance to be easy. Instead, he had been left heartbroken. A piece of him completely evaporated as he had watched him, emotionally belting out the notes to a song that had once meant so much to them. He had been paralyzed. Blaine’s words playing over and over in his mind and his brief talk with Finn only furthering his need to get out of the loft as soon as humanly possible.
Thanking one of his Vogue coworkers for the quiet refill on his coffee mug, he quickly refroze in his position as his eyes glazed over the all too familiar new notifications on his phone’s shiny display. He wasn’t sure what he had anticipated. Whether to respond, or to throw away his number and forget anything had ever transpired between them at all. Typing, hesitant and uncertain; his insides definitely shaking, Kurt finally pressed ‘send’ on his response.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I’m at the office.
Every last detail of the room started to come into focus as he waited for Kurt’s reply wondering if he’d ever get one. Blaine bit into his bottom lip–attention locked on one item in particular sitting on the nightstand beside the bed. The coffee mug he’d placed there before they left for the night was one of those silly touristy looking white ceramics with the New York City skyline hand drawn and wrapped around the entire surface. He’d picked it out and sent it to Kurt only a week after he moved away–stuffed with a few coffee gift cards promising that he’d be there soon to have their coffee dates in person but these were going to have to do until then. Two months ago but it felt like a lifetime now.
Last night, it was filled to the brim with tea as they got ready and Blaine kept sipping it trying to get the courage to say the words that he knew would change them forever. The courage to face what he did and potentially lose Kurt and never get him back. Hoping for the best was the only option he had. Deep down–he knew and feared that he’d get what he deserved. And he did. Fixing it, fixing them was all he had left. Taking it back was impossible. If begging for the chance would give him one? He’d be on his knees right now. But panic set in. How could he fix it if he didn’t have the slightest idea how?
This time–he didn’t have any answers. This time–he was as lost as he’d ever felt. And so so sorry. If guilt could erase everything? Proof positive it couldn’t and wouldn’t was a set of trembling hands and tears welling up in his eyes. Kurt owed him nothing..but he could try? Going back to Ohio without trying? He couldn’t..
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’ll go. I promise. Just.. Can I see you before..? Please,come home.
Puck chuckled at Blaine’s second question and quickly closed the front door, glad he didn’t have to feel the cold air any longer. “I’ve been good, dude. Uh, I mean, I haven’t gotten into any fights recently. I might still be skipping my math class…you would too if you had my teacher. The guy’s a jackass who enjoys making my life a living hell. He knows I suck at math and always calls on me, basically laughing when I don’t get the right answer. If I don’t skip the class, I’d probably end up hitting him…which would be bad, even though it’d serve him right!” He shook his head in frustration. “Uh, do you want me to hang up your coat?” he asked. He was so happy to see Blaine again. “And how are you?”
Blaine shrugged out of his coat and let it hang across his left forearm while giving Puck a playful what was pretending to be ‘incredulous’ look. “You mean to tell me you haven’t gotten into trouble at all? Except skipping math class? And you’re behind honest? Wow.” His bottom lip inched up to press against his upper in a thoughtful/impressed pout. “I have to say that I’m either going to ask if you’re the real Puck? Or give you more guff and ask if I’m rubbing off on you.” An easy grin by laughter thanks to his complete enjoyment out of giving Puck a hard time. That’s what he gets for not inviting him over sooner. Maybe this time–he’ll learn his lesson? “You know–schools usually frown on students hitting each other. Pretty sure hitting a teacher is even worse. How about you try to steer clear of both? And, yes! Thank you.” He quickly shrugged out of his coat and tugged his scarf across the left side of his neck to remove it so he could give both to Puck. “Me? I’m great. Lots of practice and helping Kurt settle in. He’s struggling to find his niche’ but he’ll get there. How are you guys adjusting with him being at Dalton? I’m surprised no one’s visited yet..”
He knew some people found his line of work to be… it was hard to stomach. And the speedster understood that, there were moments when his day job could get to him more than his work as the Flash. Sometimes the two would over like, and it would make him feel like he’d drowning–losing his footing. With time came a a sort of balance. Work as a CSI was not glamorous, and it would never be. “It does get hard, I won’t lie, there are some cases that can dig under my skin,” he admitted, moving to press a soft kiss to his lips. “But this is my job, I started doing this to find out the truth about my mother’s murder. And it’s why I keep doing it. To find the truth, and provide answers,” he knew it was hard to understand. But that was okay, he didn’t explain to completely comprehend it. Now he was far too curious, he wanted to know what happened, and it seemed like Blaine might be willing to share. Although if Barry notices that it bothers him, the speedster would probably stop him. Barry found himself smiling at the other’s condition for telling him. He briefly nuzzles his neck, humming softly; “I can’t promise anything, but I will try to come to you first– if things ever do get bad.”
“I know it gets hard,” Blaine tried to reassure him by capturing the CSI’s hand in both of his and grazing each side of his thumbs back and forth over the pale skin underneath their olive toned edges. “Just know that I’m here for you, okay? No matter what.” Barry’s nightmares weren’t all because of his past. Blaine knew that. Even though the other was doing his best to not make Blaine worry by using that reason on repeat–he couldn’t fully believe that nothing Barry dealt with on a day to day basis wasn’t a cause, too. Or–at least a twist of the handle that opened up the nightmares lurking behind the door to Barry’s childhood. For now–he’d let it be. Drawing in a slow breath, Blaine rested his cheek against the edge of Barry’s shoulder and shrugged both of his. “You know the worst part? My story isn’t far from hundreds of other kids’ stories from Everywhere, USA and beyond. I’m not saying mine is any worse or better. Just..something that never should have to be anything anyone has to face and that there are still kids out there forced to.”
A sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip and he feigned a smile.
“It was a long time ago, okay? Remember that. Because I do,” he trailed off for a beat or two and then picked back up, “I switched schools because what didn’t work out at my old school was me being gay. It was Ohio and a pretty small place. I didn’t hide it. Not after my Dad found out and eventually it got around the whole school. When a particular crowd of boys found out about it? You sure you’re okay hearing this? I don’t want to upset you,” pausing to dart a glance up–Blaine paused to give Barry a measuring squint unsure if he wanted him to continue or not.
RE: giving the world receipts of your evil meanness. for example. these tags in response to this. see what he does? this is what I put up with.
Adam followed close behind Blaine down the spiral staircase as he looked around at what would soon be his school for the year. He was excited but worried at the same time hoping the others would like him as well and was just as easy to get along with.
“Whoa, Blaine where’s the fire,love?” He chuckled almost jogging to keep up. the youngers enthusiasm was infectious and looked at whatever he was pointing at and explained stuff to him. He smiled or waved a people who looked at him. He was suddenly confused as he heard music and they were surrounded by Dalton’s glee club. “Oh my gosh, B what is this?” He laughed stepped closer. “Uh, are we about to be attacked by this musical mafia?” He whispered to his host holding his arm.
They arrived at the school close to an hour before class was scheduled to begin. The cafe’ was their first pitstop for coffee. Blaine made it obvious he didn’t need the caffeine two minutes later when he began darting from hallway to hallway to point out the orchestra room, where Adam’s classes would be, the observatory and library with it’s wood polish, old books smell Blaine loved and floor to ceiling bookshelves stuffed to the brim. And–of course–there was Warblers practice for the start of Blaine’s (and, in turn, Adam’s) day. The growing buzzing way the shorter of the pair began to talk about what he loved most about the school–and all the hand motions that went with it–finally reached it’s fever pitch as they walked towards the Warbler choir room. Blaine grinned up to Adam when music filled the air mixed with laughter. “This, Adam,” his hand covered Adam’s leading him backwards into the room. The boys inside lit up at their entrance–all eyes on them. “Is where the WARBLERS practice. I wanted to surprise you and save the best for last. Might as well get comfortable. We’re going to be here for a while. And I dare you to not join in before we’re done.”
please reblog this post if you adore crossovers and AUs, i want to know just how many people love throwing their muse into situations they would never experience in their canon verse
❝ I’ll admit, I don’t often get the URGE to go hanging around with old people — there’s just something about them that doesn’t sit well with me — so I suppose you have a valid excuse. Guess I just always took you guys for having more HIGH-END tastes. I won’t lie, I’m a little bit disappointed. Especially since it’s not actually the best coffee around. There are better places around here, you know.
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“Doesn’t sit–? Okay? I’m sorry we’ve disappointed you. If it saves our image in your eyes–? The coffeeshop Dalton is much better. But when half of us would rather not say there the whole weekend? Well. Here we are. Care to fill me in. Obviously, we’re missing out and I’d hate to do that. I’m curious. though. If there are better places in LIMA to get your daily dose of caffeine? Why aren’t you there instead of here?”
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