REBLOG IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH JUMPING AROUND IN THREADS/PLOTS. sometimes it can take ages to get from point a to point b and half the fun is the journey. but sometimes it fun to explore different aspects of a plot. flashfowards, flashbacks, parts of the plot you have discussed but haven’t reached yet. It’s so fun to explore every part of a plot and have multiple threads in different places in a plot. Or sometimes different memes you sent/receive may not fit the point in the plot you are at right now, but fit a flashback or flashfoward. So reblog if you are okay with having different threads in different points in the plot.
“ YEAH ? ” and there’s than unmistakable , beaming smile that could only belong to sam evans . pessimism expected a negative , but optimism wanted a positive response ; he was nothing if not ecstatic about blaine accepting his invitation . he hadn’t called it a date , maybe he should clarify , but he’s far too thrilled to ruin the moment . “awesome ; usually i’d say i’ll stop by at seven but , there’s a gaming convention in columbus this weekend ; the drive is only like half an hour with some traffic , so how about i pick you up around noon ? we can carpool karaoke. ”
Seeing Sam’s smile and enthusiasm was infectious. But it wasn’t the only reason Blaine felt his pulse quicken. Because.. Sam first asked him if he was still seeing Jeremiah (Jeremiah who?) before asking him out. Asking him out. A s k i n g..him..o u t. Was that an ask out? Did that just happen? Was he reading too much? What if it was an ask to? Cause those are completely different. Ask to means friends going to said convention together. Ask out? That had the promise of something else. Something huge. Something like maybe a date. All he could manage was a round eyed, mouth dropped; “Uhhh, yeah! You would have had me at gaming convention but now you’re adding carool karaoke? It’s pretty much going to be the best dayyyy-teever.” Walking out on a limb? A slip of the tongue? Which one could it be?!
he won’t mention, for the moment, that he did not make the blondies himself. they were homemade – as in, made in his home, but for everyone’s safety sake, billy rarely stepped foot in the kitchen. head tilts thoughtfully. makeup, costuming, now THOSE are ideas the boy can get behind. billy is uncertain as to why blaine is trying so hard, but it’s not unappreciated. god knows the boy could do with gaining a few more friends around here and this didn’t seem like a terrible idea. “well, i AM a dab hand when it comes to putting an outfit together. you see this shirt? mcqueen – EBAY. absolute steal.” he smiles, coming round to the possibility a little more. “and frankly i could do with having a new project. — count me in.”
Blaine’s smile turned from welcoming to warm when Billy pointed out his shirt. Who made it and how he managed to get his hands on it? That’s an oddly familiar way a certain other person in Blaine’s life manages to dress himself like he walked out of an issue of Vogue magazine..a year from now. Only adding to the idea that he picked the right person to ask for help, Billy received Blaine’s full attention as he inched his chair closer to the table and bounced in his seat. “Great! Thank you. Are you free tomorrow? We could use all the help we can get. Besides? You can meet some new people. Some of which, I apologize for their drama in advance, the closer we get to Opening Night? The worse it’s going to be. Not that I want to scare you off. Maybe I should shut up.” He hummed before doing just that and breaking off a piece of his cookie to munch on and offered Billy the other edge of it if he wanted with a lift of his brow.
Because Blaine was watching so closely, he saw the Doctor look up; saw him scan the crowd; saw him reach, idly, for his coat, like he intended to move despite not having found the correct person yet. He paused only to toss the half-eaten blueberry muffin into a nearby bin (unimpressed with its quality – it really was a pity he’d missed out on the carrot cake) and then he exchanged words with a passing server (”Wherever you’re getting your muffins – tell them to try a squeeze of lemon, it’ll work better,”) and slipped into the seat opposite one Blaine Anderson, despite the fact that a second ago, the Doctor had still been looking for him. Easy enough to pick out. The Doctor would know the look of boy troubles anywhere, and the way Blaine followed him ‘round the room cinched the deal.
This was Not Ariel.
“Not Ariel,” the Doctor said, and reached across the table to offer him his hand (the Doctor really did like handshakes), “I’m the Doctor. Lovely to meet you. You give some bad advice on where to find things.” He’d got his cup of tea, though, and he set it down with his free hand, completely casual: “Tell you what though, I’m starting to think finding a place to eat is no piece of cake.”
Thoroughly convinced he had ruined any hope of a good first impression, he sat back, at last. If the TARDIS was going to be fussy, the Doctor could at least enjoy a good cuppa and some conversation. “I take it Dalton’s not a dog?”
Blaine felt his cheeks go pink as the Doctor started to approach the table. Closer. Closer still. He wasn’t being overly not-obvious with how he was watching him, was he? Busted. Guilty. He’d been found out. There was no mistaking he was about to get company judging by how the strange man using him as a human version of Yelp stopped at his table then suddenly filled the chair opposite of him. A polite smile was given in spite of how the redness in his cheeks began to seep up over the bridge of his nose.
Not Ariel. That was his name now. Not Ariel. Laughter bubbled out of him, easing his nerves and bumping the anxiety of being caught staring welled up. Looking at him this close? The Doctor seemed nice enough. Intriguing from conversation alone but the accent only added to the mystery. Which was hard to find in Lima, Ohio. Where everyone knew everyone and there was rarely a face you didn’t recognize as someone who knew someone. Even the strangers looked like they belonged her. This guy? Definitely didn’t.
They shook hands and Blaine’s eyes lit up with the delight of someone new and someone to talk to. “Lovely to meet you, too, Doctor. I’m sorry my advice wasn’t the greatest. There’s really not a lot of places to choose from here. Maybe I should have told you about the bakery down the street. It’s sort of the last place in town to try if you struck out here. The muffin didn’t seem that impressive to you.
“Uh no. Dalton’s a school. My old one.” A hint of nostalgia and longing crept into his voice. He swallowed his coffee to chase it away. “Boring story, really. And you already had a bad cake experience. I’d hate to ruin the conversation part. Um.. Please tell me cake isn’t the only reason why you’re here? As in. Ohio?”
Sunshine and happiness. That’s what he was supposed to be giving Kurt and Rachel. Right? Honestly, it was getting harder and harder to try and keep up the act the closer graduation was becoming. The more they planned their lives in New York City? The more supportive he wanted to be. Even if he struggled to smile, cheer, clap, clap, clap his way to making them smile and easing the anxiety both of them might be going through because their lives were about to change hugely. Because they needed a cheerleader. They deserved one.
He thought he was doing a good job covering his fears up. Ignoring his doubts. Trying to be the best boyfriend and friend he could be. Yet with every stroke of her fingers, not even the smell of raspberries and the gentle pressure over his scalp stopped the petulant look that stole his smile, made his gaze avert itself. Blaine’s reflection was a stark contrast to his chipper, “Yeah. You’re right. Only a year! It’ll go by fast,” his shoulders dropped, “Like it’s barely a year at all.” Just the longest one of his life. “I’m sure.” Not really.
there’s a single moment of hesitation ( he seriously thinks about grabbing his dalton blazer and bolting the hell out of there ) , but this was blaine he was talking to , blaine who would let him down easy if he had to . “ are you still seeing that uh … was he a GAP employee ? ‘cause i was wondering if you would be up for going somewhere with me this saturday .”
The end of Sam’s question has yet to sink in as the fact that he’s had zero contact from Jeremiah comes to mind. However he messed up? Getting it right wasn’t possible without a call back. He’s had a couple ideas but no real means to carry them out. Or nerve. “That guy? I’m not so sure he was as into me as I thought.” But he can be honest with Sam. “I guess maybe it’s not—.” Hang on. Did Sam ask him out? Blaine stops abruptly and meets his eyes. His volume drops but the heat on his face rises. Significantly. “I–well. I mean.. Yeah.” Double blink. Stumbling for words only proves he’s an idiot and he rushes to catch the chance before it goes away because his tongue refuses to cooperate. “Yes. Make that yes! A surprised one but definitely…yes.” How’d breathing get so suddenly difficult? Cause what is air?
“I know,” Blaine whispered back stealing a moment to give Hunter an encouraging smile before the other’s head comes to rest on his shoulders. It’s a small gesture. One that a lot of people might overlook because it was such an easy thing for most to do. To find comfort in letting someone take the wheel and drive for a minute by simply resting your head and letting them support your weight. But to Blaine? He wasn’t sure he’d ever get to do something like this with Hunter. Now that the months have gone by where he was Hunter’s and Hunter was his? Small joys like this were cherished beyond words. Though concern fills his features and a wary set of eyes glance down at the hand on his thigh then towards the clip of Hunter’s shoulder he can see from this angle.
“Drastic measures? Howso? What do you think you need to do? You know I’m here for you. No matter what.” Both sets of fingers immediately buried themselves into Hunter’s hair the moment his head lowered to his lap, Blaine’s head tilted. “I’d love to stay. I’ll always stay. The breakfast is just extra. Just tell me what’s on your mind. Okay?”
“ blaine , can i ask you something ? ” not that he’ll WAIT long enough for the answer ; its more rhetorical than anything . “ i want you to be honest with me , okay ?”
Blaine’s attention shifted from his coffee to the blond who received a quizzical look. As if Blaine would say no.. Sam should know he could always ask whatever he wanted. “I’ll be honest. I promise. What’s on your mind?” Knowing Sam? There was a universe of possibilities of what he was curious about and Blaine’s small smile said he was more than interested to find out.
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