out of curiosity, since there’s a post circulating about roleplaying with muses 25+, who here would be open to roleplaying with muses 35+ or even 40+? please reblog if you would.
// I’m here but have a killer migraine going on. Took something, so we’ll see about posting in a little bit. However, I am game for plotting and general chit chat if you wanna hop in my inbox or on skype/kik. Message me for details. Mutuals only. Otherwise, I’ll be working on one of like ten new themes I’m trying out before I switch mine!
Blaine took the flower and brought it to the tip of his nose to inhale the scent. You’d swear the smell had some sort of chemical inside it that ignited his cheeks and the bridge of his nose into a shade of red that blazed all the way to his neck. “Okay. You seriously need to stop. I don’t think my dentist is going to like the amount of cavities you’re giving me right now. Come here,” saying nothing more–he gripped the collar of Barry’s coat gently and pulled him down and in to show his gratitude with a kiss.
[Text – Killer] And you want me to be the reliever of all that stress? Consider it done, Killer. [Text – Killer] You want to fill me in on what’s going on with you, first?
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Sebastian. I’m sorry! Ignore that.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I didn’t mean to send it to you. Just having a rough past few days and got my messages mixed up. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) It’s nothing. Well. It’s something. Just a “something” I need to work out. I don’t think you need to listen to my relationship troubles, though. Thank you for the offer.
Breathing in the sweet, seductive smells of Blaine’s surprise breakfast and momentarily caught off guard as he found himself staring shamelessly at his fiancé for just a moment, Kurt merely shook his head back at him in response as he sluggishly made his entrance into the loft’s kitchen; his own smiles growing infinitely wider and briefly stopping to look at some of Blaine’s newly fried creations before answering the man’s greeting. “Whatever happened to getting breakfast out in the city?” he breathed, pulling away from Blaine’s lips and looking positively stunned by this unexpected gesture. Whatever expectations he might have had about the pair of them waking up and living at the loft together up until now, Blaine had surely already managed to exceed them.
“Not that I’m at all complaining–”
A low chuckle escaped his lips as he settled himself down on one of the vacant nearby chairs surrounding the kitchen table. “If anything, this sure beats having to share a bowl of straight-out-of-the-box cereal with Rachel,” Kurt couldn’t help but to tease the other male lightly, a slight sheepish grin soon enough once again taking over his sleepy looking features while his piercing blue gaze briefly lingered on those of the man currently still very much standing on direct opposite side of him.
“We probably should have thought of this whole moving in together thing a couple of months sooner,” he more thoughtfully admitted, though admittedly still not yet quite able to contain his own excitement at the particular prospect as he quietly poured himself his first cup of coffee that morning; the corners of his mouth curving up into a warm, loving smile and suddenly feeling more than eager to try out whatever else both Blaine and Bushwick seemed to have in store for them.
“I guess I sort of changed my mind when I woke up and you looked so peacefully asleep. There’s always lunch or dinner,” he hummed after the kiss. Fingers glided across Kurt’s back as Blaine watched him take a seat. Grabbing the plate of fresh fruit off the countertop–he smiled down at the berries and oranges. If this is what life was going to be like from here on out? He wasn’t going to ever let them lose how this morning felt. Not after ten, twenty or a billion more.
“I love you..,” he had to say it.
Blaine crossed behind Kurt’s chair and stopped long enough to bend down and press a soft kiss to the top of his fiance’s head and blindly set the plate down. The smell of shampoo, fabric softener from the pillows and his own cologne lingered in Kurt’s hair. Blaine suddenly found his new favorite scent. Not bothering to sit across the table, he picked the chair beside Kurt’s instead. “I’d hope so. As much as cereal can be a wonderful way to start the day. Or end the night? Pancakes are way better.” His coffee mug paused on it’s way towards him and he turned to lean towards Kurt with a smile.
“Well I’m here now and that’s what’s important,” Blaine waited until Kurt was done pouring his coffee before one more morning kiss met Kurt’s cheek. Settling back in his chair a smile later–Blaine lifted his cup and took a sip. “What would you like to do first? You still have to show me all your favorite spots you’ve found. Maybe we could go shopping? There’s some things I need to pick up for school and around the house. That can wait til tomorrow if you want to take the time to wander around. I’m just happy to spend time with you. That’s all that matters.”
Santana hated that her heart was breaking. She hated that Blaine was the one who caused it. She hated a lot of things to be fair — but nothing as strongly as this moment. Out of the best && the worst times, she thought he’d always be somewhere in between. He could stay in her grey area && never be anything less or more than a friend. The only other time she noticed how strongly she felt for him was after he’d nearly been blinded by Sebastian. Even though that was in the past, it was still a defining moment for the both of them. It showed them both how much she cared. Blaine wasn’t going to be her free pass anymore. She couldn’t have a simple love. When Santana felt something for someone it was passionate. The love she spread was like a flame && someone always ended up getting BURNED. The entirety of his rant, followed by her own nagging insecurities further proved that point. Santana wasn’t a good person, she just wished it hadn’t been Blaine to prove it. He was her safe place. Even Brittany was on the up && down spiral of Santana’s wild way of loving. They’d hit rock bottom && reached for the stars more times than she could count. There use to be a peace in knowing at least she could have one person untouched by such unpredictable feelings. Now all peace was gone, && she had to face all of the mistakes she’d made && will make again with the people she loved ALONE.
Hearing that same voice that once meant comfort && serenity sparked something within Santana. She was going to walk away, because she new things were hitting rock bottom. It was such a powerful feeling of negativity && hatred. Both of which were safer being dealt with alone. Bringing herself down was a one way path to a day or two in solitude. That kind of pain was nothing compared to the retaliation of her taking it out on another person she cared about. She chose that path already, && she didn’t want to make the same mistake two times in a row. Of course, Blaine couldn’t leave it alone. He couldn’t accept that he’d been cruel. He couldn’t live with himself being the villain. When she felt his hand on her elbow she snapped. There was no going back now. With a sharp turn Santana raised her hand && delivered a slap that rang out like a thunderclap. The contact sent a shock through her arm as she pulled away. “Stay the hell away from me! Don’t EVER touch me again, && don’t even think about stepping foot in my wedding. You think it’s hard living an unforgiving life, where you’re the villain? You have no idea how painful it really is. Trust me, Blaine, it never gets better. ” With harsh words spat in his face she backed away, feeling tears fall as her heart willed her to stop. To erase what had been said && making it work. She wanted them to WORK. It just didn’t seem possible anymore. So again she chose to run away, making her way out the door.
Blaine was in an anxiety ridden panic to get her to stop. She deserved to be told what she said hurt the person he loved cared about far deeper than Kurt stood there and let on. Enough that if he had to hear about it from Rachel and be asked to call Kurt himself. That he was struggling to keep his head above water without being involved in everything since they all decided to return home. That his world was thrown even more off the very thin layer of concrete he just laid down to get his footing when KURT made ‘not being involved’ impossible by ceasing to be out of sight, out of mind (not really but it was getting easier with Dave and therapy and all the work he put into rebuilding his life HERE) and was right there, seemingly everywhere Blaine turned. Maybe not that extreme but it felt that way because he couldn’t stop thinking about him or his state of mind or ‘I’m going to earn your forgiveness and then I’m going to win your heart back’. He listened to Rachel, he called Kurt and maybe that was the mistake that lead to this. One more painful bundle of choked out words of Kurt being okay heard over the phone? Here he was. Lashing out at the one person who trusted him completely with a friendship that the both of them held very near and dear.
Through distance and time apart, they would always reconnect because Blaine knew what he meant to Santana. Santana knew what she meant to him. They had a connection. Something in the background of all the friendships that had their ups and downs and everywheres that often surrounded the whole group. They were different. They understood what it was like to have family members who wished the closet locked from the outside. To doubt themselves in the middle of figuring who they were out. ‘I used to pretend I was so confident because it was easier than being terrified after that night, you know?’ They were sitting on the stage at McKinley. Santana still so terrified of being forced out in the open. His and Kurt’s plan to make her feel better failing miserably. Blaine talked to her in whispers. So no one could hear their secrets. ‘My Dad liked it better and Dalton helped me slowly become that. Mostly. There were days when I still wasn’t as sure of myself as I made sure everyone thought I was. Sometimes those days happen now. Please don’t tell anyone and I promise no more duets.’ She knew parts of him no one else did. Vice versa too. A flash of white. A loud crack. Pain and heat across his face. Blaine tasted copper from where he bit tongue. Still. It took him half a second to compute…she hit him. In shock, wide eyes blinked owlishly but his touch was gone and he didn’t move an inch. “I-I won’t. I’m sorry,” came out broken and he watched her retreat towards the hall knowing he shouldn’t follow. It’d only make things worse. Instead–tired legs carried him to the first desk they could reach and he sat down heavily, limbs giving out like a marionette with it’s strings cut. Elbows cracked against the desk and he used the heels of his palms to rub a forehead bent down into them. The ache on his cheek was still there as a physical reminder of the fact that maybe this time? He’d just joined the ranks of everyone else in her life. And that was more painful than the sting.
“Blaine…Bla—ine,” they went to a party, Barry wanted to blend in, and for once remember what it was like to get at least tipsy. So he might have taken the power dampening cuffs.. bracelet, whatever things. Yes, yes, this wasn’t their intended use. Oh well. Barry made his way over to the other, swaying a little till he collided with him, and grinned. “Look, look, you have to try this– it tastes like blue berry pancakes,” a giggle, “Get it? Blue berry? Because my name’s Barry.”
So. This is what his boyfriend looked like drunk? Blaine laughed as he watched Barry drunkenly saunter over. Okay. Saunter was a word used very loosely. Drunkenly–though? Yeah! That was spot on. Laughter turned into a bright grin as their bodies collided. Blaine’s arm wrapped around his slender waist to keep him near as he perked up and looked at the drink. “Does it? That sounds,” he stopped at Barry’s giggle and then promptly broke into his own fit of giddy chuckling. “Wow. You’re right! How creative of you.” This was too adorable for words. Barry was aiming for tipsy and bypassed it three drinks ago. Even a slowed down speedster could apparently not help himself from rushing towards something. In this case? It was getting hammered. “Are you having fun,” he asked wiggling his fingers for Barry to turn over the glass so he could have a taste.
Hunter didn’t know his next move. For the first time, he had no plan. How could you know what to do when your instincts were all turned around? Acting on passion never did him any favors. He should of held his own. Should of held BACK. It was pathetic how utterly lost he was in front of his friend. God, he still thought that. He still considered Blaine his friend. Somehow in his rage, he saw a light in Blaine’s eyes that just didn’t seem unfaithful. As a matter of fact, Blaine seemed like the most trustworthy person he’d ever met. So why was he so afraid of letting him in? Guess it’s just a bad habit. Pushing people away is easier after all. Even if that means letting go of the one thing you truly one. The one person you truly want. His heart was aching with both grief && disappointment. Only both emotions were a result of his own foolish behavior. Not only did he ATTACK Blaine multiple times, he really went in for the kill with that kiss. The most dangerous thing he could do. Kissing the enemy wasn’t how you won a fight. How could he let himself act so recklessly? The action was by every means a tell that Hunter wasn’t as strong as he seemed. Then again his raging temper showed the same thing, only he didn’t see it that way. Rage was easy to show. It hid the better parts of the heart that could be hurt. Unlike a kiss did. He knew Blaine was going to be a problem from the start. He just didn’t expect it to go down like this.
The taste of Blaine’s lips still lingered when he pulled away. Even though he wanted to run in the other direction, he stayed put. In fact, it felt like he was almost closer than before. Like he was moving unintentionally towards his worst fear. His darkest weakness. Blaine was everything untouchable for the Warbler, so why did he long to reach out? Why when he asked him what his reasoning could be, did Hunter simply close the gap they’d made between them? They were so close now that he could feel Blaine’s breath, && it was so tempting. His essence was drawing him in && eating him alive. He could barely see straight because he was exploring every inch of his face. So that maybe, just maybe, he could tell what he was thinking. That was a dark path to go down. Hunter’s knack for self loathing came up with plenty of awful imagery. Plenty of scarring words that he assumed were crossing Blaine’s mind right now. How was that not enough for him to walk away? How could he survive being locked in this moment with someone he felt so inferior to? His presence was growing on him. He felt suffocated in the best of ways. In the most terrifying of ways. Blaine had more control than he realized. “You win. Take your team back. Just don’t be surprised if it drives me away.” His breath fell short as he finished speaking, because he didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to run away this time. Maybe it was just the adrenalin in his system, but his confidence ( as defeated as it was ) seemed in tact. He may come off as prideful, but Hunter had never been more ashamed. Especially considering he leaned in again. He was even closer to Blaine now. His lips were a centimeter away from brushing against his. He held himself back though. Hovering seemed like the worst idea, but he couldn’t go forward with it. He couldn’t pull back, or move in. The rest was up to Blaine, && he hated the reaction he wished for. As much as Hunter wanted him to turn away, to break Hunter’s apparently vulnerable heart by hitting him with his fists rather than his lips — he wanted him in his entirety so much more. One final attempt. “Push me away. Hit me one last time. Make me regret this… Finish what I started.” but did he even know what he meant by that? Was it an invitation to finish the fight, or return for a second kiss? There was no telling anymore. It was all up to Blaine.
Blaine felt every tiny movement that Hunter made as the other Warbler came in closer and closer until they were only a fraction of a breath apart. The air around them changed. Intensified in a way Blaine couldn’t pinpoint on whether he should be ready for the blow Hunter seemed to want to throw earlier would come. Or if what just happened changed this game all together. He couldn’t blink, couldn’t swallow or move or even speak as every minute twitch of his face was so visibly read. He could only stare back–unsure and unsteady under such scrutiny that it made him feel utterly vulnerable. In the worst kind of way. That’s when he realized that he was afraid. Afraid of what Hunter might do next because if he were to swing? Blaine knew he was going to end up taking the full brunt of the hit because seeing Hunter so rattled and upset made any thought of returning the punch or even flinching out of the way impossible. He was pinned there. Under the breath he felt on his cheek and the ghost of Hunter’s lips so near he could feel the dampness of their mouths mixing together as they exhaled. “This isn’t about winning anyone. I never wanted to take them. I never wanted to hurt your feelings.” Granted, Hunter was a person Blaine either barely tolerated or–towards the end–felt some kind of indifference towards. Before he returned to Dalton and got to know the other boy. Then–strangely enough–they became friends. A slow burn that took months but Blaine was grateful when the animosity and mistrust turned into something better. God knew if he wanted hallways that felt like ghosts lingered around every corner and the tiles felt like broken glass and shattered hopes walking down, he’d have stayed at McKinley. “I came back to Dalton because this was home and I never wanted things to get ugly. I didn’t plan on it being such a change for them but it was. I didn’t provoke it. Not on purpose. Why can’t you see that?” Why was he begging now? If Hunter wanted to hate him? There was probably little to nothing that Blaine could do to change his mind. Hunter never seemed the type for that.
Saddened eyes stared down at Hunter’s lips as they moved. Looking up was too painful. Blaine’s fingers twitched from their uneven, jaggedly held fistfuls of nothing and grabbed at the cuffs of his own blazer. He swallowed HARD. “I’m not hitting you. I won’t. I don’t want to.” Hunter started two things in this confrontation. A fight and a kiss. Which one did he want him to finish? Blaine wouldn’t dare think it was the second. Not with how he seemed to hate him now. Maybe kissing him would make Hunter hate him even more. Tears made his vision blurry as they welled. He ruined this too, didn’t he? Mixed messages and misfiring signals. Rage and hate and the guilt they built up in his belly were easier to believe than the opposite. Suddenly, he wished Sebastian would walk in. Break them up. See what was happening and–somehow–save this from spiraling further out of control. There was no sign of him, though. And there wouldn’t be. Blaine never felt more alone in a place he never imagined the possibility feeling alone. It hurt. Alone with someone you thought was your friend? “I never thought we could be this way. Not here. Not with–.” You. The word fell off the tip of his tongue and never saw the light of day as he took one toe to heel step back and dragged the other foot along once his heel touched the rug. “If you want something finished? You finish it. I’m tired of being the one to ruin things. I can’t do it this time. I’m sorry, Hunter. I won’t.” Biting his lip–Blaine’s brows pinched together at the aftertaste of Hunter and he forced the burning in his eyes to stop by looking at the ceiling and then back. It barely worked but it was worth the shot.
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