sweetxner.

Please stay. He didn’t speak for a moment, but the way Blaine spoke – he didn’t hesitate and for a spell Hunter was worried he’d missed the tone and intent of Hunter’s words. Staying meant more, more meant commitment, committment meant publicity. What had been just theirs, their own world, private and secretive would be realized in new ways if he stayed and it was imperative that Blaine understood that. Though in the words that followed, Hunter knew. I’d never want you to leave again. He’d grown to care for Blaine. He loved the way Blaine wore his vulnerability with such pride, it was brave, so much braver than Hunter wished to be. Courage that had turned Hunter’s attention towards the shorter from the moment they’d met.

Hunter’s lips parted, searching for appropriate words to express the conflicting and overwhelming thoughts that were crowding his mind in the moment. He was and would never truly be good enough for Blaine Anderson. He could be good to him, maybe even good for him, and he believed he was already succeeding on that front, but he wasn’t everything Blaine deserved and it gave him pause before his acceptance. If Blaine wanted him, who was he to deny him of that? And it wasn’t just Blaine who craved more, who wanted and sometimes felt that he needed to prolong their time together, Hunter just believed they fit. As odd a pairing as they were. As different as they were. Perhaps that was the reason why. Two halves of some unspoken whole. “Blaine…” Hunter’s voice was quiet, unsure of it’s own presences as it left his lips and he kissed Blaine again.

“I’ll stay.” He nodded, a hand moving to cup Blaine’s face, staring back at him intently and letting out a sigh, “You know this changes everything, right?” He whispered, gentle but firm, as was a normal tone to take with Blaine in the dynamics they had, though their current body language was so much different than any position they’d put themselves in before. Hunter felt more vulnerable than he had in a very long time, and for once he felt comfort in it. Because with Blaine he could be vulnerable. “Of course, I’ll stay.”

Blaine found out the texture of the blanket he was currently plucking apart between his fingers was a terrible distraction from the nervous tension he felt twisting his stomach in knots as Hunter remained silent. He was going to leave. Wasn’t he? An excuse would come and they would part ways only to see one another in a more neutral setting..until they ended up here again. Trying to twist their dynamic into something it wasn’t was foolish. One night together could change everything. Please don’t let me continue being the only one ready for that. Keeping his heart in a cage wasn’t something Blaine was ever going to be good at. He’s tried and failed so many times. Not only with Hunter either. You’d think he’d learn his lesson by now. Turns out..

A dry throat and not so dry eyes were the end result of his wait once he’d brought his hands back up to rest on Hunter’s shoulders. One foot slid across the bed as his knee bent and he cradled Hunter in place. Kisses were peppered, he hummed in spite of the tightness in his throat but the unsurety couldn’t be any more visible as his eyes darted back and forth over Hunter’s as though his deepest secrets were written deep inside them and if he wouldn’t talk? Blaine could read them there if he tried hard enough. Please? He asked with a simple trickle of his fingertips over Hunter’s temple that shifted as he spread the lengths of his fingers apart and pushed them through strands of chestnut brown. Dark eyebrows jerked up at the mention of his name but another kiss stole the ‘yes’ that was on the tip of his tongue.

‘I’ll stay.’

Everything would be different. Blaine understood that. Craved it. Needed it to be. “I don’t care how different it’s going to be as long as I can keep you. We don’t have to talk about it outside these walls. Let them think what they want to think. We don’t have to say anything.” It wasn’t him asking to come out with who and what they were to one another by waving flags and shouting it on the loudspeaker. Or singing the dozen duets he could think of in two seconds he’d daydreamed performing together. All he wanted was this. The whisper and tone soothed him enough to speak his mind and he said what he had to say because he was smiling too wide to say much else than.. “Thank you Thank you so much.” Kisses fell to Hunter’s cheek and chin, the corner of his mouth as his arms wrapped around broad shoulders and pulled the other down fully intending to make the most out of the now hours they had left.

gleeperformances:

Just the Way You Are

// Key dollar sign Ha! I will never be over this episode of glee. Like. Ever.

tate.

“Hey, it’s cool,” Tate assured. “We’re cool.” On the other hand of things, Tate wasn’t nearly as sure how he felt. He seemed to have that problem a lot, with most things, not just romance. “I have to be honest, I’ve never really thought about being with a guy before. I mean, I’ve thought about Kurt Cobain but that’s different, he’s a celebrity.” Was. Was a celebrity. Tate didn’t correct himself, instead laughing, a nervous waver lacing it and making it sound the slightest bit strained. Flaming embers were flicked down into the dewy grass below them before he returned the butt of his cigarette back to his lips. He still hadn’t moved his hand out from underneath Blaine’s. “Ma doesn’t like gay people. She says uh, says they’re ‘an abomination of God’ — whatever that means — so I’ve never really considered it an option.” Tate couldn’t help but think about this as some sort of revenge on his mother ; But it truly wasn’t just that. He liked Blaine. A lot. “You can kiss me if you want to.”

“OhthankGod,” his relief was let go in one long exhale of release. Blaine was making friends at school but they were nothing like Tate. Not a single one made him so excited to spend time together the way the other boy did. He couldn’t help wondering what it’d be like for Tate to be there throughout the day. An impossible dream seeing as how Tate was expelled but it’d make the days even better. Hearing Tate’s mother’s stance on gay people stung but it was a bite that he wasn’t unfamiliar with. Unfortunately. “Well. Ignorance breeds fear. Fear breeds judgement. Sorry your mother feels that way,” his fingertips curled against the top of Tate’s hand and the offer caught him off guard. Dragging both their hands up to rest against his knee, he felt his face heat up. Still not diving off the ledge but moving closer to it by curiously inching in, his head tilted and he glanced down to Tate’s lips and back and he smiled but wow..his pulse was pounding. It wasn’t something that he hadn’t imagined more times than he’d ever admit to. ‘Want to’ was an understatement. But nerves got the best of him. “..I.. Are you sure it’s okay? I really like you..a lot. But I don’t want to ruin things either.”

barry.

Even if there had been a part of Barry that would have wanted to ditch movie-night, any intentions of leaving would have immediately evaporated the second he saw himself caught in Blaine’s grip. Unsurprisingly, like everything else about him, his touch transmitted a warm sense of comfort that nobody, no matter how heartless, would ever bring themselves up to abandoning. In fact, such was the amenity and smugness that the speedster was actually drawn closer to him, setting his own glass of wine aside so he could shift more easily, significantly shortening the gap of space left between them. “Well, what if… I told you how much I’ve humiliatingly missed you too?” The amusement in his features had diminished significantly, because every joke was set aside when it came to communicating how he felt. He had spent most of his life being scared of his own feelings and it had gotten him nowhere, just like he had been warned by virtually everyone close to him. He was determined to give connecting with them a shot instead, and now that he was getting to know someone as special as Blaine was, the timing seemed perfect.

“And walking out any other time, that would be acceptable to you?” the forensic scientist teased, reaching over for the remote so he could select the title they had implicitly agreed on, if only to silently indicate that he would only leave when Blaine so requested. He wanted to believe that the only way in which how his arm nudged forward so it would end up properly cradling the other’s head would have been more subtle was if it had actually been an unintentional consequence of his leaning forward to reach for his glass of wine. Nevertheless, he thought it sensible to mask the gesture in an unrelated action, grant Blaine the chance to move his head without feeling like he was directly rejecting an advance. Of course he would have been perfectly entitled to do that as well, but at least this way Barry would know for sure he at least wouldn’t be guilting Blaine into keeping that position.

Hearing he was missed just as humiliatingly bad made Blaine pause any sort of teasing he might’ve been using to cover up trying to get his feelings on the table without making things awkward should the depth be embarrassingly one-sided. His nose scrunched like he was waiting for some sort of punchline to follow. A laugh. Anything to cheese up the moment but it didn’t happen. Barry looked serious. Blaine looked like he was caught between did that just happen and say that one more time. Sure he had his hopes, even his suspicions, but he’d been trying to do this best to play things on the cautious side of whatever kind of turn out this..er..whatever they were doing here might end up being. That same spark of hope brought a glint of light in his eyes that the taunting didn’t quite ignite. His expression read ‘really?’ before he curled his fingertips against Barry’s leg and gave it a gentle squeeze to say thanks and me too. Wait! They were talking. Right, right. Wow! Okay. Things got a little dizzily lightheaded there for a second. Something about Singing In The Rain and remotes and–Blaine’s eyebrows crinkled towards one another and his smile was lopsided, still struck moments later by humiliatingly missed you too to recover completely. The stupefied grin said it was in the best sort of way possible.

Ah! Good! Back to teasing. Before he ended up tongue-tied and saying something silly. Gasping as he reached his free arm up and poked the tip of Barry’s nose, Blaine smirked and rolled his eyes. “No. Don’t even think about leaving. Period.” He moved easily with the nudge, letting Barry situate the both of them as he saw fit. Cause he’d be hard pressed to complain about any sort of cuddling action. Since when, ever, has he shied away from that? Never. Not in a million years. Looking up at him from his angle brought another dumb smile across his lips. “I don’t think I could ever get sick of this. So..,” hazel eyes squinted measuringly, “Would you stay the night if I asked?” His tongue caught the swell of his bottom lip and dragged it between his teeth. Yeah, he went there. Oh boy. He went there.

i didn’t mean to.

I didn’t think you’d want anyone else here. He sighed. He didn’t. And he DID. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t want anyone else there, not Blaine, ~~much less his father~~. In a way, even if Blaine hadn’t helped the way he’d HOPED for, he still did, distracting Sebastian from being scared about what happened, or focusing on the pain and his injuries. He filled Sebastian’s head with memories and old feelings he didn’t want, but that at least kept him from focusing too hard on the present, made facing this with a blase attitude easier.

He blinked when Blaine moved fast to get the water for him, and more at the way his hands shook as he poured it. ❝…Thanks.” He said, long fingers curling around the cup with a hesitant look up, confused, as he drank, and maybe a little annoyed. Annoyed that he had to do this, that he HAD to remind Blaine why he should be away, that he HAD to be the one to tell him those things and then see Blaine get hurt. He groaned, finishing the cup and putting it aside as he ran a hand through the side of his hair. “It’s not what I WANT that matters here, Blaine —-” was it ever?

He rested back against the bed and drifted his green eyes towards the other, lips drawn tight at the sight in front of him. How was it that he almost died, and still managed to feel like crap because BLAINE wasn’t doing okay? “What’s up with you?” He blurted out, before he could even want to shut himself up. He frowned at him. He watched him grab his coat, and swallow. A mistake. Right. It always was, wasn’t it? Sebastian knew he was right and yet, it stung on the pop of his jaw as he heard him say it. “Little too late for that now, killer.” His tone was quiet this time, almost gentle, defeated.

“…Why?” He asked, just as Blaine reached the door, between his teeth. He kept staring down at his injured hands, tugging on a loose line on the sheets until it started to unravel. “Why ARE you here? Why did you come?” Just to torture me? To rub in my face a crumb of what I’ll never have? Because he wouldn’t, would he? He’d never have anyone ACTUALLY waiting for him in a hospital. Someone allowed to, by family ties. He’d never have a worried fiancé, fretting over him, not like Blaine did and gave. Much less LIKE Blaine. As perfect as him. This, waking up alone in a hospital bed, was probably gonna be the way he’d end his final chapter one day. If this wasn’t a joke from Blaine, it was definitely a joke from the Universe.

“It is about that. I really didn’t want to make you upset. It was a stupid thing to do. I was stupid..” It couldn’t be any more clear that he messed up. In more ways than one. Getting the hell out of here would be the only way to fix things. And he was never one for staying where he wasn’t wanted or needed. Even worse? Where he wasn’t welcome. How could he have thought the opposite? That there could be any other reaction to his being here other than this one? His eyes burned, his throat felt like it was caving in and he just wanted to put as much distance between the hospital and himself than he could in as little time possible.

Flustered and with a darkening shade of crimson coloring his nose, cheeks and bleeding down his neck–Blaine laid his coat over his arm and palmed over his mouth trying to swallow the bitter pill that he’d messed up bad before he turned around and gave Sebastian a weak, wobbly smile. Their eyes didn’t meet. He kept his gaze aimed closer to Sebastian’s mouth rather instead. It was better to smile and go. Then stay gone this time. For good. No more heroics. Even if the universe, for some sadistic reason, put him on the sidewalk when Sebastian got hurt? Walking away would have been better. You know what they say about hindsight..

There’d never a mistake like this made again. Blaine made that promise to the both of them on his way to the door. When he heard the question, he had half a mind to ignore it. What help could the answer give the situation? His mouth opened but only a sigh broke free. His fingertips toyed with the cold metal handle as he pressed his lips together tight and bowed his head. A tap later and his hand fell away, turned into a small fist and was shoved into his pocket. Against his better judgement, he turned just far enough to look towards the bed and Sebastian. I saw it happen and it was terrifying. I’ll never get that sound out of my head.

“Because I got scared seeing you like that. I had to make sure you were gonna be okay. Then when I got here? I couldn’t leave you to wake up alone and hurt. You..” His teeth bit away what he was going to say against his bottom lip and he chose something safer. “I couldn’t say whatever and leave. I shouldn’t have stayed. Or came at all. I get it. But that doesn’t change that I did and for no other reason what I said. I had to because you’re you and I’m me. Do you really think I could leave you there like I couldn’t care less? Cause that’s not who I am or ever was.” He swallowed thick, trying to get his point across without saying too much or too little.

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interview the writer

what color do you associate with your muse?

Always navy blue. Could be the blazer starting the whole kick I have for navy and Blaine but it’s my go-to color. Rich colors with splashes of bright in them are my favorites for Blaine. Though he’s been known to use some questionable colors in his fashion choices from time to time. Can’t be dapper 24/7, I guess. Bless him. ~~Okay, jk, he’s still dapper just dapper in where the hell did you even find that many colors of plaid together, Blaine?~~

* interview the writer

vhsmeme:

send a number. a mix of serious and fun.

what color do you associate with your muse?

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?

how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

do you have any advice for other writers?

would you hug your muse?

how are you and your muse alike?

how are you and your muse different?

do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash?

best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)

talk about your writing

fluff or angst?

favorite book?

how are you?

ghosts or monsters?

what does your name mean?

ice cream, candy, pie or cookies?

what motivates you?

are you a jedi master?

describe love

favorite cryptid(s)?

do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

mcdonald’s or burger king?

anything spooky happen this week?

share a funny story

are you religious?

what are you doing right now?

describe yourself in two words

metal, folk, pop or ambient?

list your top two movies

most used emoji?

favorite comic book character?

amillixnvoices.

[ text ;; blaine ] We´ve always been a dream team. I think New York City deserves to see our talent!
[ text ;; blaine ] Oh it will definitely get you coffee with dessert. Compliments will always get you far. 😛
[ text ;; blaine ] You know, I have a feeling that I will never be sick of you. How could anyone be sick of you anyways?
[ text ;; blaine ] Sounds like the perfect plan to me. Though karaoke is really already taking this city by storm, talent agents will be banging down our doors!!

( mssg » rachel | sent ) I think you’re right.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Great! I have an endless supply at the ready. Cause I have a serious need for some cheesecake and some coffee to go with? I’m not above dishing out an endless list for company.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) You’d be surprised. But I’m holding you to that. No take backs.

( mssg » rachel | sent ) As long as we do it together this time? I’m all in.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) No more flailing our arms and hoping to tread enough water to keep our heads above it.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Want me to meet you at your place? How about in an hour?

torrance.

TORRANCE’S STOMACH TWISTS nervously for just a moment, but it fades quickly, very comfortable in blaine’s company and under his wing, despite wondering what he was up to. ❝ oh GOD, it’s… there’s this one song i’ve been listening to for like… weeks. it’s this… no doubt song that i remember hearing all the time, it’s called SPIDERWEBS. it’s just… i dunno, the perfect song to jump around to. i listened to it a million times when i broke up with my boyfriend back home. it was the first time i felt an emotional connection to a song about screening someone’s phone calls. ❞

The thing about favorite songs? Everyone has their own reasons about why they pick the ones they hold near and dear. And if it is because you’re trying to skirt around an ex-boyfriend’s phone calls? Who was he to judge? Didn’t stop his eyes from brightening up and that half-chuckle from escaping before he bit his lip to mute the rest of it. “Okay. That’s probably the most adorable thing I’m going to hear all day, but Spiderwebs it is then. Want to play it over the speakers in the auditorium and give the stage a go?” He shouldered open the side door to the auditorium and stepped in holding it open with his back so he could wave for her to walk into the dimly lit backstage area. “Or at least see what the seats look like from the best view in the house?” Either way? He was getting her on the stage.