“i do often wish i could sing but unfortunately any future musical endeavours i make will have to consist solely of SPOKEN WORD layered over eighties electronic dance music.” though it would still sell tremendously well, of course. ( let a boy dream. )
“Maybe that’s your niche though? I mean. Think of Oingo Boingo. They started out a little weird but now the whole world has Danny Elfman because of it. Think of the music we’d be missing out on if he didn’t give strange a try?” Hey. Got to look for the positives right? Dream away, Billy. Dream away.
I would hug the hell out of Blaine. Oh my god. You might need a crowbar to pry me off.
how are you and your muse alike?
Oh boy. We’re different in so many ways. I guess we have the same passion in things we love and people we care about? We’ve made some serious screw ups along the way in life but learn from them. Sometimes it just takes us a couple times. We both love some of the same hobbies. We can be cheesy and nerdy and embarrassingly dorkish occasionally. He has a lot of the same internal doubts I have? And the same process of working through them. Or not. I guess those are the biggest similarities!
describe love
I think love is unique to each person you love. But! The ultimate definition for me? It’s that feeling you get inside where that other person becomes part you because they’ve made an impact that changes a little bit of your DNA to match theirs. Without them, whatever part they become inside of you, doesn’t work right. You’re willing to learn, forgive, compromise and find new grounds for both of you and just experience the world with that person in it and see from a perspective that’s yours, theirs, and one you share together. And grow and evolve and share this weird, unplanned, unpredictable thing called life. You learn how to live a little better, a little freer, and a little bit safer knowing someone is there who sees you for you (in all your strangeness) and that’s just all they want. For you to see them and for them to see you. And for the both of you to just be. Does that make sense?
Bent – Matchbox 20 (lbr I could list like two dozen more off the top of my head rn.)
best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)
I have two? Also, apt to change depending on mood. But I do have a couple go-to’s!
The scene in the awful Shooting Star episode when Blaine makes a makeshift hiding spot with a piano, grabs Artie out of his chair and helps him hide before hiding himself. There’s not a single character in glee that hasn’t made several really stupid mistakes thanks to them being young, shoddy writing and all that jazz. But him doing that? I think that shows a lot about who Blaine Anderson really is.
On a completely opposite end of the spectrum there. Blaine’s drunken party antics in Never Been Kissed is up there with me too.
mcdonald’s or burger king?
It’s rare for me to go to either one but!! Burger King because of veggie burgers and the best soda known to man Diet Mello Yello.
In less than a couple of weeks, Jesse Saint James managed to become a staple in Blaine’s usually closed off and comfortably repetitive (but not so much anymore thanks to a certain someone) day-to-day. The recent resurfacing of a face from his past had come completely out of the blue and Blaine was in no way, shape, or form ready for Ohio to close in again since he’d done a pretty superb job of putting as much distance between him and what used to be home as he could. Years have gone by and he’d finally convinced himself he moved on from there and everything about it.
Enter someone he least expected? Reminding him of the future he’d told his teenage self was a pipe dream best left somewhere between Westerville and his first flight to New York City. At first? All Blaine could do was laugh, shake his head and tell him he’d keep in touch. When he walked out of the coffee shop that night? Empty promise. Keeping in touch was the last thing on his mind. Until he was awake at four o’clock in the morning and it was the only thing.
He called the number Jesse insisted on typing into his phone two days later..
Jump forward to now? Lunches before work became dinners after. Dinners became night caps. Night caps became someone to talk to at a quarter past two because he hasn’t left and you haven’t told him he needs to. When you’ve been left alone for years lying to yourself that you didn’t miss something like this, something like this becomes way too nice. So you don’t stop it three nights in a row. And they start to talk about everything.
Including dating life. Why they’re both single. How long it’s been since he’s even had someone to make out with after work cause drunk guys are sloppy and not his thing. A dry spell as dusty as the desert. That’s where he’s been. “At least we both get what that’s like. Misery loves company. Sorry for you, though. Not something I’d wish on anyone. But with the menu I’ve had? I think I’m just destined to go solo on that front forever..” He was only half joking
I’d totally fuck you.
That record scratch screech in movies? Yeah that happened in Blaine’s brain. The reflection of Jesse in the mirror behind him as he combed still damp hair back stole his attention so hard his hands were still in the air as he shot back. “Oh? You would? Sure. Prove it..” The splash of warmth in his stomach and how hard his Adam’s apple bobbed when he forced himself to swallow the realization that his tongue just betrayed him made his brain misfire even worse. Slack lips parted around words that didn’t come. Slick. Real slick. Good job.
NAME: J. or Jay STAR SIGN: Aries / Gemini Moon HEIGHT: 5′5″ WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? Anna
PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?
Daydream Believer – Glee Cast Version
La La Latch – Pentatonix
Face to Face -Siouxsie and the Banshees
Everyday – Dave Matthews Band
One Headlight – The Wallflowers
All Time Low (Acoustic Version) – Jon Bellion
EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? I have! A poem for Valentine’s Day. Awuh.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? I haven’t played air guitar since I can remember. Does air drummer count? Last time I was driving against my steering wheel then. I think it was to The Cure. ROFL.
WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? Chris Colfer, Melissa McBride and Darren Criss (Like pringles, I can’t have just one.)
WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE?
HATE: When people don’t close their mouth and chew. It nauseates me to the point of having to leave the room. I, seriously, can’t take that noise. It’s freaking awful.
LOVE: Thunderstorms. The big big booming, rattling the house kind.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? I’ve had my experiences with hauntings. Let’s leave it at that.
HOW ABOUT ALIENS? Definitely. I can’t embrace the thought that we are the only planet that can host life with all of the other galaxies out there doing their thing.
DO YOU DRIVE? I do. I prefer to be the one driving.
IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? Yes. Multiple times. Was cut out of a car by emergency personnel once.
WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? America (The Book): A Citizen’s Guide to Democracy Inaction – Jon Stewart
DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? As long as it’s not super strong.
WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? In theaters it was The Greatest Showman. We’re hitting up the movies this week, I think. At home? Cabin Fever 2016.
WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? (oops! i had someone else’s on here!) Oh boy. Injury? Probably when I broke my tibia and fibula on my right leg. A++ me!
DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? (i seriously jacked this up a couple times.) Just music. As usual. Nothing I’m overly obsessed about right now. My dog. Okay. My dog.
DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? Depends on what someone did? Sometimes it’s easy to forgive. Other times? You got to learn your lesson fast or you are setting yourself up for hurt.
“A Tony? There’s no way. I mean the show’s great but..I don’t know.. …You think I have a chance?”
Of course you do. Are you kidding? You’re the best there is. And it’s Sunset Boulevard. Besides. If you do—?
“Ouch! Bow tie’s too tight! Little looser, please? Thank you.. Wait. If I do…??”
I’d totally fuck you the second you hear I’m right.. I don’t care where we are, Mister Hummel-Anderson. How’s that for proof that I’m positive your name is gonna be on that list?
That night Blaine sang Joe Gillis so hard if he hadn’t sealed the deal before? His vocal cords swore to God they better have made the cut. It might have been an unnecessary amount of goading on a Tony’s behalf. Seeing as how they were never a pair to hold out on each other when it came to those antics. But why not make sure a.) he was going to win and b.) well..b would just be the icing on top of a cake he was working harder than he’s ever worked in his life to finally be able to get a taste of.
They’d been inside Blaine’s dressing room for less than ten minutes before half his clothes were pooled on the floor at his feet. To be fair? So were Kurt’s. Fast kisses and desperate-to-get-you-naked hands turned into longer, deeper strokes of tongues against one another and delicate caresses over his undershirt and up over Kurt’s cheeks. Breathless from darting off the stage and being drug past everyone before his back was pressed against the black painted door plastered with posters and flyers from his show, Blaine hummed into another round of kisses before pulling back and letting them both swallow down a few gulps of air.
Kurt’s cologne filled his nose, he could taste a small hint of it on the roof of his mouth from where his lips grazed over his pulse point, too. Sweet and spice and summer. Half a dozen walls between them and the theater made the noise from the dwindling music muffled and yet it felt like it was just outside the door. The notes permanently flowing through his veins now. Like they melted with his DNA months ago. Maybe that’s why tonight was the show. A celebratory performance for the night the word Tony Nominee was mentioned in the news with his name behind it. There was a crowd building outside, however. Well wishing fans who couldn’t wait to tell him how happy they were in person. He wouldn’t keep them waiting. Not for long, anyway.
But first..this…
Blaine found out the news right before hitting the stage. Kurt arrived ten minutes into the show and his intermission was filled with an on the spot interview that kept them from seeing one another until Kurt’s hand was on his wrist and they were here doing this. A ‘congratulations’ and ‘I love you’. About six of them exchanged and thanked for in various ways ranging from teeth over skin to a sigh of the actual words later? He couldn’t help grinning and taunting Kurt with a reminder of a promise made months ago when the rumor was fed his way that this was even a REAL possibility. “And what did you say you’d do if I got nominated again? Just to make sure we both remember,” he was grinning but his fingers were unlatching Kurt’s belt as a brow playfully jerked up making it clear that before they went out there? They were going to have their own celebration in here first. A promise is a promise.
( mssg » marley | sent) Good morning, Marley! ( mssg » marley | sent) I was hoping I could catch you before the day got too busy. ( mssg » marley | sent) Would you like to join me for coffee at the Lima Bean? ( mssg » marley | sent) I just got here and there’s a table with our name on it. My treat?
( mssg » marley | sent) Could you bring some more of your music with you? I’ve had a few melodies in my head and it’d be great to fit some lyrics in with them. What do you think?
( mssg » kurt | sent) The things you can say when you don’t plan on saying them at all. ( mssg » kurt | sent)
I know I’m going to end up deleting this and never sending it but I had to get this out of my system somehow. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Not even sure this is your number anymore. Not that it matters since I’m typing this out just to say things I can’t say to you. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I miss you, Kurt. ( mssg » kurt | sent) It’s been so long and I still miss you. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Guess that says a lot about some of the people in your life just never being meant to go away. Even if you think they are at the time. If they keep popping up in your head and that sinking feeling creeps in? Then what’s that say? ( mssg » kurt | sent) Either way. I never forgot you. I don’t think I ever could. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Please don’t ever feel lonely. Because even though I’m not there? I guess you never really are alone.
( a very brief pause.. )
( mssg » kurt | sent) I think I just made a big mistake.
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