kurt.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Probably because I more usually tend to stick out like a sore thumb.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Only if you’re okay with being friendly with the enemy. And sharing the occasional hot beverage.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) As is their cheesecake.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Around seven sounds great. 🙂
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Thank God neanderthals don’t typically express any interest in joining glee club.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I think I’m willing to take my chances. If you are. It might risky, but I think it could be worth it.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Let’s order both then? I mean, it’s dreary weather out there. Cheesecake and tiramisu are the ultimate cure for bad weather blues. Don’t you think?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) How are things going with him? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to talk about it.

ѩ / ⨕ / ☢

Yet Another Munday Meme

ѩ – Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot role play?

I love so many characters I could never pull off. The list could go on forever. I think my top favorite character I could never roleplay of all time would be Hannibal Lecter. I love him so much that I don’t think I could ever do it because I would constantly not feel like I was doing him justice.

ᚡ – Random fact about the mun?, ℳ – Do you think you have a good handwriting?, ⨕ – Are you a jealous role player?

Yet Another Munday Meme

ᚡ – Random fact about the mun?

I’m a theme park/amusement park junkie. I absolutely love them. Even little State Fairs. What I love most are the haunted houses. Especially the cheesy ones that have rickety carts and neon painted figures. I’ll drive out of my way to go to one if it’s nearby just to see what’s inside.

puck.

[text: Blaine] Dude, ya gotta come over! Haven’t seen ya in awhile and I miss hanging out with ya.

Puck sighed as he placed his phone on his bed. Blaine and him had been hanging out a lot since the party. He enjoyed his time with Blaine because he could sorta be himself around the guy. Of course he was still pretending to be straight, but he would probably always do that. However, recently he’d been thinking about Blaine in a way that he shouldn’t. He’d catch himself starring at the younger man for long periods of time. He wasn’t entirely sure why this was happening. He just knew he needed to be around Blaine.

( mssg » puck | sent ) Hey! You’re right, it has been a while. I can do that! Dalton has an extra day off thanks to a teacher’s office day. I’ve been bored out of my mind. Let me get ready and I’ll head over.

Blaine smiled down at the phone. Not that hearing from Puck was a surprise. The two of them were becoming rather good friends and seeing one another more often than Blaine thought they ever would have after initially meeting McKinley’s self-proclaimed badass. But, weirdly, even after his very stupid mistake after one of Rachel’s basement parties? They just seemed to get along with each other and he enjoyed the times they got to hang out. Puck was right. It’d been too long since they last did that. However! A problem that could be easily remedied. Blaine left the house minutes later to make the drive to Lima. Now standing outside Puck’s apartment–gloved hands shoved in the pockets of his peacoat and his breath coming out grey–he waited for his knock to be answered.

elliott.

“I didn’t know it was actually possible to snog someone stupid.” Elliott laughed, but it was a little…awkward. Where were they going from here? His smile fell, leaving a little frown stuck on his face.

“It…Yeah, I hope so at least. Else waking up from this is going to be like, a major kick up my ass.” He smiled a little again, stepping closer to Blaine again and ducking his head, a little nervous.

Wait, why was he nervous? He could leave home for the city and go on stages and sing to crowds and go to fucking naked yoga parties, so why was he getting more nervous AFTER the fact? It was stupid.

“So uhm, what…what are we going to do? About Kurt and the others?” He sounded almost hesitant to believe they would go any further than that. “About us?”

“That’s no fair to place judgement after leaving me rocking on my feet and almost toppling over. I’d be offended if I could find it in me to be,” Blaine faked a glare that ended up shattering to pieces once a laugh he couldn’t hold in broke free. “Luckily for you? I don’t think being offended is remotely possible at this moment.” Or much of anything else other than be frozen and dumbfounded at what just happened.

He watched as Elliott stepped close again and felt a heat warm his cheeks when he watched the taller of the pair tuck his chin down. It was rather adorable and completely mind-boggling to think that he was the reason why Elliott was acting sheepish. The past few months hadn’t done a great job at making him see himself in the light of someone who could make someone else react to him the way Elliott was. Yet, here he stood–seeing the normally calm, composed and light-hearted man at a loss for himself. –That makes two of us.–

Blaine’s expression fell at the question. His teeth caught his bottom lip and a shrug allowed his left arm to reach out so his fingertips could curl around the edge of the counter. “I–uh.. I don’t know exactly.. I mean. I haven’t really seen him since, you know. Just. I don’t want to complicate things and you’re his friend and I’m just…,” a swallow cut him off. “I don’t know.. What do you think we should do?”

kurt.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) It did kind of feel like my own personal Mission Impossible. Minus the whole gliding through the ceiling.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) You don’t think that would be weird? I mean, tempting as that offer may just sound, I’m not exactly a Dalton Academy student. Even if I most definitely can and will admit you guys do know how to serve some pretty great coffee.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) It’s sure been a while since I last shared a friendly meal over at Breadstix.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Assuming you already know everything there is to know about their breadsticks.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Pulling that off would have been impressive. I’ll give you that. I think trying to blend while, also, sneaking down a staircase in sunglasses suits you better though.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Weird? Then say you’re here for the coffee. Kidding! Even if you aren’t a student, you’re a friend of one. I mean..if I’m allowed to call you that?

A visit wouldn’t be weird. Would it?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Probably not the expert on their breadsticks as you might be but in the few times I’ve been there? They were pretty great. The spaghetti is crazy delicious.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) So? Is that a yes? We could meet around seven if it is? If that time suits you?

nick.

( mssg »

blaine

| sent ) Sure, you know me. Coffee is my weakness. How do I say no to it?
( mssg »

blaine

| sent ) I hope things are okay!

( mssg » nick | sent ) I knew you couldn’t and that was the point, Nicky.
( mssg » nick | sent ) Yes! Things are okay. They’re better than okay. More like amazing. I’m almost to your door. Hope you’re decent. Ha!

@killerblonde wrote this:

low-key, also a #calloutpost for @pianokeysandbowties. u get a separate one for also being rood.

^^ I am never rood. However, dis #calloutpost is hella rood. #seewhatweputupwith #cryingtoawhitneyhoustonsong #triggered

And, no problem @samevvns. I gotchu man. I gotchu. #rideordie

philip.

"i’d like to take some pictures at day and night, if that’s alright. but my schedule is open.“ philip rubbed the back of his neck with a soft laugh before pulling his phone out. “it’d probably be better to coordinate if we had each other’s numbers…” he offered, before turning out the phone toward the other boy. “if you don’t mind, of course.“

“Sure. Both are fine. Oh,” Blaine promptly realized he never offered any sort of way to get in contact with him. Quiet laughter turned into a lopsided grin. “I almost forgot.” Taking the phone, he punched his number in and sent himself a text with Philip’s name. “There we go.” Seconds later, there was a buzz from his pocket and offered Philip his phone back. “Can I ask you something,” Blaine tilted his head bewilderedly, “I’m puzzled… Why’d you pick me?”

meme continuation. @inthequiver

Blaine couldn’t believe how this happened. That an accident right as he left the shop would end with him rushing forward to help (of course he did, that’s how he worked) and seeing it was Sebastian in the back of the cab. Did FATE seriously have to go to that extreme? Okay– of not fate. Maybe luck or–in Sebastian’s case–unluck? Who knew? What mattered was that he was here and not leaving. Not until Sebastian was released from the hospital and he got to be the one to take him home.

He was determined to stay put. Sitting in the chair watching Sebastian with a look of worry that no feigned reassurance could completely wipe off. Crinkled brows could flatten or perk up. Only to jam back together at the slightest wince or movement. Hands were flattened out, fingers laced tight and pressed against his belly. Would soon start to wring together no matter how hard he focused on them not to.

Singing was easy enough. A simple way to comfort Sebastian and–in turn–ease his own nerves. His chair inched forward as the first few notes were hummed out, actual words following when Sebastian told him to go home. His heart squeezed hard but he shook his head, close enough as Sebastian drifted off Blaine’s fingertips rested on top of the other’s hand. Temple pressed to the edge of a hospital bed, he continued with random songs until just before dawn, golden hazel eyes began to grow heavy. The hum returned briefly before the quiet sound of his breathing was all that was left.