( mssg » blaine | sent ) I think so, too. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I guess desperate times do call for desperate measures. Plus there’s definitely always going to be room for dessert. And pretty much anything Italian. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Things… definitely aren’t improving. Mr. Schue’s been trying to distract us with our glee club assignment but– ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I guess you could say I have yet to experience a day when I’m not consistently shoved against my own locker.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m so sorry that keeps happening to you. You are such a good person. You don’t deserve any of that. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Have you thought over what you and I talked about? Do you think confronting him head on would work? I’m not pressuring you into that. Please, don’t think I am. God knows I have no room to talk. But you can’t keep going through each day being hurt the way you are now.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) We’ll figure something out, okay? Just know that I’m here for you and I’ll do whatever I can to help you through this. I promise.
TEXT-Blainers: Blaine Devon Anderson. I swear. If you cheated and are already there with my coffee, I’ll…. TEXT-Blainers: Love you forever, tbh. You know my order.
( mssg » kassandra | sent ) Guess you’ll find out when you make it to the coffee shop. Either way? You get coffee out of the ordeal. ( mssg » kassandra | sent ) Just so I know? If I do win this bet? Would you prefer a spring-ish or winter-ish look? We’re sort of in between styles this time of year. As a gentleman, I’ll let you pick one or the other.
"Man, it is freezing out there.“ It was weird how one could get
so used to the warmth at home, they’d forget all about the fact
they had been walking out in the streets with everything
covered but the eyes. “Uh, you an hang your coat up there if
you want.” Being known for his tendency to just drop his jacket
wherever the moment he walked through the door, he hardly ever
remembered the hanger on the corner. “Exactly, let the record
reflect I gave you fair warning.” He grinned at his own joke and
shrugged his shoulders. In that weather, everyone around the
city seemed to be getting a cold left and right– not him, of
course, not with his immune system 400 times faster than it had
ever been the first twenty-five years of his life. “I meant you’ll have more nog on that cup than this one,” he then
revealed with a smile, picking up the Rudolph cup once again.
“Hm!” he hummed against the rim as he sipped from it, nodding
his head. “Grandma Esther liked her beverages– spiky,
apparently. Although she was actually my foster dad’s grandma,
I’ve never even met her.” He did, however, benefit from her
recipes Joe had inherited almost his entire life.
Remembering what Blaine had promised to bring along,
enthusiastic like a child who remembered there was still candy
left from the night before, he took the liberty of leaning over
the coffee table, uncovering the plate. “Ooh, these look good,” he
commented as he parted a small piece for himself. “I mean,” He
paused to swallow. “unless I’m sleepwalking again.” He smiled,
more out of embarrassment for the lameness of his joke than
amusement and shook his head. “Relax, I was wide awake.” He
shrugged, his smile fading into a warmer one. “I’m not that…
normal, I guess.” Normally, he wouldn’t mind. Being a meta, after
all, was his favorite thing about himself. But if everything, his
life as the Flash and the burden it implied, were to come to a
pause at night so he could get some sleep like normal people
did– he would have sealed that deal without thinking twice.
“Wow, these are good,” he remarked on a more cheerful note,
helping himself with a second piece. Normally, he would let his
mind slip into that kind of gloomy train of thought, reliving nightmares like he couldn’t help it. Nothing about him
seemed as cheerful as it had once been. That night, however, was
different. He accounted it on the holiday season, but deep down
he knew Blaine was a highly contributing factor to his unusually good mood. “It was nice. Our friends came over, my
foster dad brought his girlfriend… It was a good time.” A
peaceful time, which to them meant a whole lot more than most
people could have realized. “How was yours?”
“You did give me fair warning. So it is duly noted, Sir.” A lively smirk and a wink followed Barry’s pardon from being in too much trouble for giving him Grandma EggNog firewater. Yeah. As sweet as he was? Short of grievous harm or–who knows? burning all his bowties in a fit of rage?–Barry could probably get away with most things when it came to Blaine being bound to forgive him. They might not have known each other for long? But in the short time that Blaine had the fortune to get to know him? Barry was one of those good sorts of people. The ones that come into your life because karma did you a favor and planted someone worth keeping right in your pathway for you to discover. Weather from hell that brought them together aside? He knew he lucked out finding Barry Allen. His life just felt so much warmer when Barry was around. “I think she found the miracle cure for frozen bones. Because two swallows in? The chill from outside has been effectively removed from my veins,” he smiled fondly and moved to take a seat beside Barry. Minutes into his arrival and he could tell that the old saying was right. Like attracts like. It was peaceful here. Comforting. From the smell of Christmas in the air to the left over energetic buzz created by company and people who loved one another–it was simple to relax back and just feel at ease.
An eyebrow quirked up at the sleepwalking comment. “Joking or not? You make a pretty lucid sleepwalker. I’m impressed,” he poked back. “I could’ve used that talent in school. I’d be kind of jealous.” Clamping his mouth shut–Blaine’s gaze turned as warm as his smile. Barry couldn’t have been any cuter than his childish excitement when realizing he had cookies waiting for him. Oh boy–did he just think cute? Yeah, he did. “I like not normal. The best kind of people are the unnormal ones,” catching up to the lighter note–he perked up and took a cookie. “Thanks. An old friend’s recipe. His mother taught it to him when he was little. I got to be one of the privileged few that it was handed down to. Promised to only make them for special occasions. That was the stipulation for such,” he drew out the word with a over serious lowbrow glare, “sacred knowledge.” One bite of the cookie and he agreed. They were good. “I’m glad you had a good time.” Grandma Esther would get a proposal from him if she were here for the next sip when it was mixed with his cookie. “Mine? Mine was quiet. A few phone calls and a whole lot of baking. I volunteered last night at a center downtown for teens that don’t have any homes to go to for Christmas. It was great seeing them happy and dancing. Tonight’s been getting much better. Must be the company. Or the drink? Not sure which one yet but I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” There came that wry grin again. One that broke away into chuckles as he nudged Barry’s shoulder with his own. “This is a great place, by the way.” Uncurling from his spot, he sat his mug on the coffee table before standing up and offering Barry his hand. “Show me your tree? I purposefully went for the whole Charlie Brown theme this year. Yours looks gorgeous from here.”
petition for fox to bring back evan evans, bc he is the biggest hot mess of the show, and I think we need him back in our lives.
// Evan wasn’t the weirdest thing Sam did after S3 either. Which says a lot. Still, my fav version of Sam crazy ever. I say we start a petition or a gofundme to make the show ourselves.
❛❛you’re lucky you look like that, or else i’d be morally obligated to toss you out for spreading such blasphemous things.’ he pointed out, when blaine said coffee wasn’t real food. he took another sip of his own mug making a fake grimace. ‘though you might have a point about THIS one. coffee without a shot doesn’t really live to its full potential.’ the words were witty and quick, but his voice was still rough with tiredness, though the dark, bitter liquid was doing its job on starting to wake him up from his daze. he was a lot more aware of blaine’s nervousness than he’d been a moment ago, for example, and he wasn’t sure if liked the change. he’d rather keep pretending blaine felt as comfortable as he did sharing breakfast with him, and bantering about nothing. it was nice pretending blaine enjoyed this as much as he did. but then again, that had been their relationship from the start, right? blaine too astonished to come back at him, and sebastian filling in the blanks.
‘you okay?’ he asked eventually, because blaine looked as though he might throw up in his coffee mug. and sebastian wasn’t sure if it was just the hangover or something worse. he glanced at blaine worriedly, eyes taking in the way blaine’s golden ones were staring at him. he actually stuttered, something sebastian hadn’t seen him do since their first few meets, when he’d laid on the boy all his best moves at once, hoping at least one of them would strike home. making blaine blushed and stuttery. he was also so quiet, sebastian leaned forward without noticing, as he tried to hear. blaine was really confusing him now. he had never seen him this serious before. not since the night they’d had a long conversation sebastian would rather not be reminded of, in which blaine made it very clear that kurt was the one he loved, always had, always would, and that if sebastian still wanted to be friends with him after everything, he had to respect that. and he had. no matter how much effort it took at times. he had.
he heard blaine’s words when he finally spoke, but sebastian hadn’t missed the hint of desolation in his eyes. he knew blaine. knew him too well to miss something like that. and blaine’s hushed, hollow, words fell on numb ears as sebastian looked at him intently as though trying to listen to what blaine REALLY wanted to say. he watched, slightly stupefied that blaine would just drop whatever it was like that. had sebastian hurt him? had he done something so bad blaine couldn’t bring himself to say it? he pushed the mug on the counter by his side and slid off of it. ‘we made a deal. you said i got a question. i want you to tell me what i really did last night.’ he said, firmly.
Did he stare too long? See? That was the problem. Giving himself away enough to cause Sebastian concern and for him to ask a question that Blaine was hoping he’d never have to answer was NOT what he wanted. Damn it. Out of the two of them? He was going to be the only one who ever remembered what happened inside the cab. Sebastian wouldn’t have to not think about it. Or be the one who had to go through a few weeks wondering how to avoid eye contact while not avoiding it too much and definitely not letting his gaze stray towards someone’s mouth. Maybe longer. Depending on how much time it took for Blaine to get that process down. His wobbly jokes and quick pounces on whatever subject from breakfast to eclairs to coffee were going to be a defense that only HE had to figure out. It sucked being the only person who could look back onto the previous twelve hours and not know what it was like.
For the better? Yeah. But there was a part of him that wished he wouldn’t be alone in something so…important.
Blaine’s jawline flinched back teeth grinding together like he had to chew a bitter pill up before swallowing it. He was being absolutely ridiculous. How greedy could he get? Seeing Sebastian slide down to the floor from the corner of his eye–Blaine sat the carafe back down on the countertop and instinctively glanced up at the tone in the other’s voice. His mouth opened, small noises and sharp exhales. “I just told you–” A crooked smile staggered from barely there to so wide it made his cheeks puffy when his eyes rolled in mock exasperation. Blaine was actually considering lying again and giving himself dead away.
“You–you were a mess,” his hand blindly reached for the counter behind him and he held onto it backing up until his hip bounced off it. The other palm lifted from his side and waved to correct the word. “Drunk. I mean. Not an actual mess.” The longer he watched Sebastian–the harder it was to keep up with such a blatant zigzag. One that was all for nothing when he blurted out. “I mean–I got you into the cab and you were laughing and having a great time and we talked and youkissedme.” Dead silence. The kind that comes crashing down loud as thunder when you catch yourself a heartbeat too late and then your heart stops beating altogether. Blaine’s froze, only blinking at him. His lips puckered, the edge of two front teeth gripped the inside corner of both. He screwed up. That wasn’t supposed to come out. Yet. There it was.
“I didn’t think you’d forget. I just realized you did.”
( mssg » blaine ) no prob, bro. just thought yofu should know ( mssg » blaine ) io’m good. like really good. though puck baievld on me so looks like gi’m walkinsg home.. ( mssg » blaine )
ylou kinda right thinking that cause i am, a tiny lot to be honest.
( mssg » sam | sent ) I appreciate you taking the time to think about it and then letting me know, Sam. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Walking home? You’re not walking home. It’s way too cold out. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up. I’ll even bring some water and Advil to get the first punch on your possible hangover tomorrow.
( mssg » sam | sent ) A tiny a lot, huh? Yeah. I think you’re right.
Puck grinned when he read what Blaine texted back. While he waited for his friend to arrive, he did some last minute cleaning. His room was always kinda messy, so shoving some things into his closet wasn’t a bad idea. He’d just scooped up some trash when he heard a knock at the front door. After throwing the trash away in the kitchen’s trashcan, he walked over to the door and opened it. “’Sup, Blaine?” The burst of cold air that hit him when he opened the door made him shiver. “Shit, dude, it’s really cold out. Come on in before ya freeze your ass off!” He moved away from the door to let his friend in.
“Yeah, well, hello Ohio winter,” Blaine laughed moving one gloved hand from his pocket to gesture into the air with a flick of his fingers and a wave. Eyes brightly beaming with excitement at seeing the boy in person–Blaine slightly bowed inside the doorway. “And hello to you, too, Puck.”
He could feel the heat coming from inside. Wow–Puck was right! It was freezing out there!! Needing no further invitation to get out of the cold than the one he was just given–he quickly entered and stopped just past Puck to turn and face him. “How are you? Keeping out of trouble? Or should I just automatically assume no on that one,” he quizzed in a game of catch-up grinning as he took his gloves off and stuffed them inside his coat.
( sms >> unknown ) It’s not like being an eccentric, lonely old guy who collects cats and smells funny is the WORST thing a guy can be. ( sms >> unknown ) Also, don’t freak out but I think you might have the wrong number ?? ( sms >> unknown ) If it’s any consolation, I’m sure you’re definitely date material. Whoever Trent’s trying to get you to text seems like a lucky guy.
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Oh no. ( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Um. Hey. Hi. ( mssg » wrong # | sent ) I’m sorry. Is this Eric? ( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Before you answer that? It was sweet of you to try to make me feel better about the crazy old cat guy comment. Unfortunately, Trent is probably right but I’m not going to let him get away with saying it outloud. Anyone who thinks I might be date material after that certainly deserves a huge thanks.
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