‘So THIS is your idea of happily ever after?? When your kids ask you how to end a fight in a relationship, you’re gonna teach them to propose?? Because that’s so healthy. I’m not bitter, you idiot. I’m trying to HELP you. You’re fucking up your life. Worse than I almost fucked up mine. And NONE of your so called friends seem to have the balls to tell that to your face. I do. Stop being a prick for a minute, and be the Blaine I used to know. THAT boy that I met in a Warbler practice, would NEVER propose to someone thinking it would end all his problems. That boy would want to propose to someone after a whole planned dating life, and with his whole record straight. Say what you want. I might never understand how gay face’s brain works. But if you tried to pull that on me in PUBLIC after I broke up with you, I’d be pissed. If coercing someone that broke up with you into marrying you, in front of all your friends and enemies, is your idea of a fairy tale, then by all means, knock yourself out. Or maybe. You could THINK about the shit you’re doing.’
A request to speak alone after the shouts and hugs came to a stop should’ve given him warning once they were behind closed doors? There was no other outcome for their ‘conversation’ other than the one that was slammed down on him with the force of a hammer driving railroad ties into his feet. With no hope of escape? All Blaine could do was brace for the impact. His heart sank until it felt like it was swallowed up. While at the same time? Something in him began to snap. That practiced poise and self control he’d gained through nights of slamming his fists into sacks of leather or someone who could hit back and dancing until his feet felt like they might fall off crumbled. By the end? It was in ashes at his feet. Blaine didn’t look up from the point behind Sebastian’s knees his gaze fixed itself out of fear of what he might do if he did. “End all my problems? Coercing someone into marrying me? If that’s what you think this is? You never knew me. That’s the thing, Sebastian. You don’t know what’s been going on with me. Or him. Or us. You don’t know a third of what we’ve been through. What we’ve moved on from. What we have. But.. Sure. I’ll stop being a prick. Starting now. Don’t worry; I’ll try to have us out of your hair as soon as possible. Don’t be there if that’s what suits you. If that’s who you think I am.. Which you obviously do. After today? You’ll never have to deal with me..or my shit again.”
“I think it’s safe to say you’re finding your way in the city faster than you thought. If you’re brushing elbows with celebrities.” Blaine mused from his side of the glowing screen. The only light besides a dim bedside lamp that illuminated his bedroom. Behind him were scattered pictures of them. He was mid-redecorating. Adding a few more photos of them to the slew he had on his shelves and nightstands felt like it filled up a little more space. Made the room less hollow. He kept most of the mess he left on his bed hidden from sight by sitting down in front of it. No reason to dampen up their conversation with how much he missed him.
“See? I promised you. It was going to happen in no time at all. New York City doesn’t know what’s about to hit it. I’m so proud of you, Kurt.” And he was. Full of pride for the love of his life. Kurt was making it. Day by day and piece by piece but there was no holding him back. Seeing him flourish was worth it? As long as they had this and visits? Eight months was going to fly by. Right? He swallowed a little harder than he wanted to but his eyes were bright and he smiled. “Any other news? I’m afraid the happenings of Lima, Ohio can’t compare to Sarah Jessica Parker on the subway. So you’re going to have to let me live vicariously here.”
( mssg » santana | sent) I know you probably don’t want to hear this but I need help. ( mssg » santana | sent) Sam and Brittany have completely bought into this year’s end of the world by flaming asteroid or whatever rumor. ( mssg » santana | sent) Have you ever seen the movie Bug? ( mssg » santana | sent)
It’s like that level of insanity going on. ( mssg » santana | sent)
Without the drugs. Anyway. ( mssg » santana | sent) They’re getting married..
( mssg » santana | sent) Guess where we are going next Friday? ( mssg » santana | sent) By we, I mean you and me? ( mssg » santana | sent) Courtesy of June.. You and I have full passes, everything included to The Red Door Spa. They were a gift for her and she’s too busy. So she gave them to me while we were at lunch. ( mssg » santana | sent)
I think you could use a self care day. ( mssg » santana | sent)
( mssg » kurt | sent) Are you still at Rachel’s? ( mssg » kurt | sent) I just got home. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I’m sorry I walked off the way I did. ( mssg » kurt | sent) After doing that? I wasn’t sure what to do. Or say. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Please tell me I’m not the only one still awake.
“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”
“Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I’m tired of being scared thanks to chances. Because how many of them have I taken that completely blow up in my face? Maybe being safe and even is better. Less risk of something going absolutely wrong. It might be predictably boring in your book but it works.”
“Really? You’re the first person that’s said that. Thank you, Elle.” Blaine hooked his thumbs under the hem of his sweater pulling it out a bit so he could stare down the length of his torso at the intricate pattern the yarn made. “Someone tried to tell me I look like the stuck up jock who’s secretly hiding a dozen rich family problems that turned him into a douche in a John Hughes movie.” Oddly specific insults were Santana’s soup du jour and it was his day to be first on the receiving end. “You have no idea how awkward I’ve felt since.” Yeah, he was a little self conscious since. Which really sucked because he was out of time to go change and had to rush out the door.
// I adore Annaleigh so much. Give me all the verses and all the friendships no matter what age and place these two are at. If you wanna plot some more, hmu on discord! I’ll bop over to our threads soon! Cause they are freaking tops. Just like you are, pretty much.
Blaine regretted his answer the second he gave it. Why did he promise he’d be honest? More important? Why did he keep the promise he made considering he would be well within his karmic rights to ignore the true reply and graze over into more platonic-friendly territory? If for no other reason than to save face and the inevitable awkwardness that was bound to follow his truthful reply? Because it was Sam that asked him. That’s why. And breaking a promise to Sam ranked right above breaking the neck of a My Pretty Pony and sending her to the glue factory to cover up your crime.
“Um. Okay. Wow. First! Let’s leave that term on youtube or in the locker room at 24 Hour Fitness. I love you, but no. And second? You’re a great guy and you’re attractive. I think you’re peoplebait. Anyone with a sliver of taste would have a crush on you, Sam. I think it’s pretty much written in the universe. Please forget that I said anything. Why do you make it so hard to, you know, avoid potentially stomach twisting honesty? It’s not fair and,” he smiled jokingly as his eyes lit up and he turned a few shades redder, “I’d like to know who to send my complaint to.”
Tired eyes watched Dave, noticing every small fidget that ticked nervously through the man’s body. “That’s incredibly sweet..” A warm smile curved the corners of Blaine’s mouth and from his spot on the bed, his arm unfolded fingers left to curve towards the ceiling twitched for Dave to take. “You don’t have to sit on the chair, you know? You can come in here then. No reason for you to look like you’re waiting for me to tell you to leave. Cause I’m not. Never mind about the guest room tonight.” Another wiggle of his fingers. Please take them. “If you want to..”
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