[ text ;; blaine ] You´re aware that I´m going to have to screenshot this, right? 😉 [ text ;; blaine ] You know, that´s one of the reasons why I keep you around. You just know how to make me feel special. Which is why I shall obey your request and keep the cuteness in check. But I´m only doing it for you, Mister. [ text ;; blaine ] Alright, I might also keep you around because you buy me dessert! 😉 But seriously, it´s tempting to get some of those heels. I need heels to make me taller anyways. Maybe I should audition for Lauren or Nicola when there´s a cast change? [ text ;; blaine ] Now say that again when we see each other and I might end up being the one to buy you dessert! [ text ;; blaine ] but seriously. You know it´s the same for me! I´m so glad to have you in my life, Blaine!
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Screenshot away, Miss Berry. I promise I wouldn’t deny it anyway.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) How kind of you to repay my never ending love and devotion to making you feel as special as you are to have some pity on me. You are truly a benevolent woman. I’m in awe of your generosity. 😛
( mssg » rachel | sent ) I, almost, feel used. How dare you keep me around solely because I know where to get the best cheesecake in town? Um! It depends on how tall those heels are. For reasons I’d rather not say. Also. You should! I’d even try my hand at a role or two and we could rehearse together. ( mssg » rachel | sent )
Which reminds me. We should venture out and do a karaoke night sometime soon. Don’t think it’s an option. It’s more of a demand I’ll refuse to take no for an answer to. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Oooh! Dessert on you? You can bet this is going to be a thing. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Thank you, Rachel. That means so much. You’re stuck with me. Always.
“I don’t know. I didn’t know the guy — I think it’s possible. He did have some serious mommy issues.” Tate paused, then laughed at himself. “Not that everyone with mommy issues make human-meat suits, or anything. I’m just saying. With how nuts this guy was, I wouldn’t put anything past him.” When the heart within Tate’s chest still beat, he spent hours and hours within the communal libraries. He didn’t have any friends, but he also didn’t want to sit at home with his drunken mother wandering about ; True crime had fascinated him in a way that much else didn’t. “I mean, he had a lot more than lampshades. He made bowls, and seat coverings. Waste baskets. Masks. A belt made entirely from nipples — This guy could have made some serious money if he found another material to work with.” Maybe the smile that crossed Tate’s lips was a little cruel, a little too dark to be socially acceptable. But he was so desensitized. He’d witnessed murder up close and personal on several occasions. Nothing really squicked him out.
A belt from..??? Oh…wow. That was certainly a way to express parental issues. Chopping up people and turning them into decor and clothing was way beyond coping with feeling ignored by one’s parents (or so he hoped, because eeeesh!). “I wonder if there is a therapy out there that could stop that from happening?” Seeing Tate’s smile was a bit unnerving considering his own eyes were so expressive at the moment. His entire body language complete with scrunched nose and teeth chewing on the inside of his lip as he mulled it over was caught up the moment. Where Tate seemed to be able to talk about it like he was talking about the weather. Blaine didn’t seem to think too hard on how little the other boy was reacting, though. A passing thought and the moment was one. Leave it to Blaine to be too fascinated with the topic to overanalyze what was right in front of him. “Do you think he really could have been something? If the proper ways of circumventing a meltdown of well..making furniture out of dead people proportions? Can you save someone like that..?” He spoke with curiosity the end, not accusation. He truly wanted to know Tate’s thoughts and seemed to be hinging on them.
Annaleigh tapped the stranger’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m a little lost. Maybe you could help me,” she asked.
Blaine turned quickly expecting someone completely different seeing as how he’d been texting Kurt about meeting up. Instead, he was greeted by a face he didn’t know and that lovestruck smile he was beaming with was completely inappropriate. Blinking it away, he stammered to switch gears and then gave her a friendly smile as his shoulders hitched in a shrug. “Yes, of course. I can try? And it really is no bother. What can I do for you?”
Finn felt terrible to say the least. He was under the impression that his dancing skills were improving and he hoped that Rachel would be the last person he would ever injury with his not so smooth moves, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Now, he found himself crouched down at Blaine’s side, fumbling on where to put his hands, but he settled on the other male’s shoulder, assuming that he had banged it on his fall.
“I’m so sorry man.” He said, a gentle, apologetic smile on his lips as he looked down into Blaine’s eyes. “We should probably go and get you checked out, right? It was a pretty big fall your back is something you shouldn’t mess with. Uh… Can you walk?” He asked, offering his hand to help Blaine to his feet. “If not, I give a pretty awesome piggyback ride.”
Blaine heard the tales of Finn’s interesting moves from Kurt many times during stories of their past shared over dinner or random late night talks. They always got a laugh out of him because there was no way someone was that dangerous. Even if Finn was the embodiment bull in a china shop’ that was used to detail his more intricately unusual sort of moves. That said? He didn’t expect to experience just how dangerous it could be first hand. Maybe that’s because he always chalked it up to over exaggeration. There was no way someone could be that lethal.
Turns out? He was wrong to be so skeptical. Blaine leaned into the touch against his shoulder, seeking the relief from the ache it provided as he shook his head. “Not your fault. You didn’t do it on purpose. I think I can walk. Thanks.’ Tempting as a piggyback ride due to dizziness was–Blaine decided to keep what was left of his pride after defying gravity in a very not-so-graceful way and slid his hand into Finn’s letting the taller boy pull him up. A small sway later and he gripped Finn’s forearm to get his true footing. “You know? I’ve heard the stories but I never thought they were that bad,” he grinned up at him trying to make Finn feel a little less guilty for what was a total freak accident.
( mssg » blaine | sent) Don’t think I’m getting out of this one alive, killer. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Just do me a favor and don’t believe what they tell you. ( mssg » blaine | sent) We had something real special, B. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Not sure what happens next, but if I can, i’ll find you. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Just remember I did it all for you. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Everyone needed to know your name. ( mssg » blaine | sent) It was worth it and i’d do it all again. Remember that okay? ( mssg » blaine | sent) Don’t let them talk you into blaming yourself. You’re gonna be the last thing on my mind. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Thanks for the wild ride, Blaine.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) Sebastian? ( mssg » sebastian | sent)
What do you mean you’re not getting out of this alive? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Don’t believe who? What are you saying?
( mssg » sebastian | sent) We did? No. We do. There’s a huge difference. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) The “last thing”? Blaming myself? What is going on?
( mssg » sebastian | sent) Tell me where you are and let me come find you. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) I’m not blaming myself for anything because there’s going to be nothing to blame myself for. Whatever’s happening. Let me help. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Please?
Lunch time at Dalton was always better when Dave could make his trips to the school and they could spend the hour and the free period Blaine had afterwards together. The days were brighter when Dave was around. How could they not be? When his boyfriend showed up to his office with a bottle of wine Blaine knew he must’ve asked the girl at the store for help figuring out which one would go the food perfectly wrapped in to-go containers with ribbons sporting the name of their favorite Westerville restaurant printed on them.
They were still getting Dave up to speed on which wines tasted the best with what dish. An adventure Blaine decided they should go on when he learned Dave was a beer kinda guy and rarely enjoyed wine until Blaine was having him treat himself on their first few dates. He was almost there! Almost! Blaine had to admit that Dave indulging his silly little notion he was going to make Dave a newly indicted wine connoisseur and trying to learn how was adorable. Not to mention? Just being a they with him, in general–as unexpected as it was—, felt good.
“It’s perfect, you know,” Blaine spoke up while using his fork to toy with his slice of carrot cake. “When you come and check in on me. Having lunch with you is the best part of the day when you do. You’re more than welcome to make it a more than once a week thing.” Setting his fork down, Blaine inched over and gave a glance to the door he was fairly certain he locked?? Then, throwing caution to the wind, he caught the corner of Dave’s mouth in a soft, cream cheese icing sweetened kiss. They had to be a little careful since it was his workplace. But..? Dave deserved a kiss for all the trouble he’d gone to and Blaine couldn’t stop himself from giving him at least one (or maybe two..three?). Here was to hoping the door was, indeed, locked. Traumatizing one of his new team members by having them walk in on their director mid-make out session was not how he wanted to finish the day.
“What do you mean by that,” he asked but Blaine already knew the answer. Four times now Lip had suddenly called him with plans that overrode their plans to do whatever and four times he called back an hour or so later just to tell him those plans fell through and they were still on. Four calls. Four out of four cancelled plans only to have Lip show up at his apartment with an apology and a weekend back on the Southside because that’s where they always went.
Blaine had the number on lockdown in his brain because as hard as he tried not to read too much into it? He couldn’t help getting the idea that there was something more behind the fact that every time Lip tried to cancel? He didn’t. How every time he tried to back out, their one night of plans ended up becoming two or three depending on how long the weekend lasted. How could a person with any rational thought process not start to think something was up? Knowing he could be oblivious to things occasionally was something he’d long since accepted about himself. But it’d take a completely daft person not to catch onto the pattern that was rapidly rising up between the two of them.
Considering that tonight was almost number five. Blaine knew it because their texts started out the same way all the others that ended up with uncancelled-cancelled plans. However, they ended long before Lip tossed him a different version of the same old line and the phone went strangely quiet. Only to have a knock on his door ten minutes later and Lip here with beers, something extra as he put it, and a bag over his shoulder that Blaine had a suspicion wouldn’t be leaving the chair he’d thrown it on.
With a thunderstorm brewing outside and the threat of hail keeping them at Blaine’s place for the night instead of making the drive, they were going to make the best of the weekend regardless. “Elaborate as much as you’d like.,” he smiled over his shoulder as he tugged his loosened bow tie through his collar and laid it out on top of his dresser fully preparing to enjoy their downtime in far more comfortable clothes. “You have me way too curious to stop there.”
Barry breathed out a chuckle and even though he noticed the way in which Blaine’s smile wobbled, his did not. Social interactions had always posed a challenge; other people’s hesitation made insecurity emerge in his heart, being pumped all around his system, fearing as though he might be the reason why they felt uncomfortable, or bored, or whatever it was that had them looking put off by their conversation. More often than not he remained oblivious to the fact that the true reason might have been that he was making the other person as flushed and nervous as they were making him. This time, however, was different. Now he wouldn’t go as far as smugly claiming Blaine was totally into him ( he could see in his manner that there was more to the story he could not explicitly ask to hear just yet ), but suddenly interacting didn’t feel like such a struggle.
Instead, with the warmth he could feel taking over his smile and his inability to tear his eyes from his face, he felt as though he was communicating exactly what he wanted; how comforted and flattered and honored he felt to be deemed as special company. He was not worrying about staying silent for too long, or whether or not he was coming off as creepy by looking at him longer than he should have been, or any other thought that would have normally been tormenting him. Even if he did manage to make heat rise up his face every now and again, and a goofy bashful smile spread across his lips in spite of himself, interacting with Blaine was inexplicably easy. It was new and comforting and nothing he could see himself jeopardizing by doing something as senseless as overthinking.
Perhaps it was that new, comforting feeling, or the relief of no longer subjecting himself to his insecurity, or the sight of twinkling Christmas lights bouncing off Blaine’s face ( he had yet to find a lighting that did not flatter him ), but the speedster felt as though a great weight had temporarily been lifted off his shoulders. He slid his hands into his pockets, looking around his home. Acting humble would have proven futile; the pictures of three smiling faces ( and a few recent of four and more ) decorating every flat surface on the room spoke for themselves. “I used to do this thing when I was a kid.” He jerked his head towards the star on the top of the tree, suddenly blinking in a rhythmic pattern as though dancing to a mute Christmas carol. “It blinks like that for a few seconds every couple of minutes and I used to think that… if I caught it while it was blinking and made a wish before it stopped, it’d come true.”
Everything about Barry and this house and the people inside the pictures that called it home exuded so much warmth it was impossible not to feel it seep inside of you and make you feel like this is exactly where you wanted to be. Especially on a night like tonight. When it was supposed to be spent with those you love, the ones you want to keep the closest to yourself. People you couldn’t imagine living without. And here he was, standing beside someone so perfectly new. So apart from anything in his past that it made him feel like he could build something from the ground up for the first time in such a long time that hope was an emotion that was impossible not to feel. Something he had told himself time and time again that he’d be more cautious of settling into the idea of. Hope could bring so many problems with it if placed in the wrong person or given to the wrong idea or thing. If he was going to let himself feel that with someone again? Blaine promised himself it’d be someone who wouldn’t…
Clearing his throat and breathing past where his mind was trailing off to, hazel eyes darted up to the blinking star on top of the tree. “Okay that’s the most adorable thing ever and now I’m making you wait here until it happens again. Whether you like it or not. I mean. We could always use a wish or two coming true. Couldn’t we?” Without thinking, without so much as a pause, Blaine’s hand crept out and his fingers laced through the slender length of Barry’s gathering them in a loose, tentative grip that strengthened once he caught his attention again and smiled. “Have I told you how grateful I am that you invited me over tonight? You have no idea how much it means. That you’d even want to.”
His lips twitched into a small smile as the edge of his thumb grazed back and forth over the side of Barry’s hand. Tearing his gaze away and back up to the glowing star up above, he narrowed his gaze thoughtfully almost like he was gearing himself up to catch it at the very first sign it might be ready to start blinking. “What would you wish for tonight? Or am I not supposed to ask that because it won’t come true if you tell me? I forget the rules,” he mused with a crease of wonder formed between his eyebrows, “Do you think that only pertains to birthday wishes? Cause I’m thinking Christmas ones are way more powerful and should be able to override any limits. Don’t you?”
Elliott jumped – well, TENSED was a better word for it – at the hand to his shoulder, fighting the basic instinct to turn and address the person talking to him. Manners battling it out with what was asked of him.
He relaxed into the touch as soon as it happened none the less, a fleeting reaction before limbs turned loose, just another show of how greatly he trusted Blaine. Always would trust him.
“You sound like I’mma make a break for the door.” Was all Elliott said before turning around on the ball of his foot, a bright smile BLOOMING across his face as he took in the mess of curls. That was even worse than he’d been expecting – and in ALL the right ways.
Hands lifted to cup Blaine’s face, starting on his cheeks and steadily RAKING back through his hair, feeling the texture and dampness under inked hands. When they went far enough for fingertips to touch, Elliott gripped tightly for a fraction of a second, hands dropping to Blaine’s shoulders.
Never able to keep his hands OFF him.
He would’ve said something, but what do you say? ‘I like them,’ was so cliche, laughing so cruel, so what was he MEANT to do?
Pulling Blaine into a kiss seemed like a good option, hands sliding back up to pull him forwards for a tender kiss, his head tilting to one side as he drew the moment out.
“See? Now isn’t that better?”
“You might. Who knows? I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” He grinned, only half-joking. They all had their insecurities. Every person in his life did. No matter how small or how big. They were there and stole the worst moments possible to dig into their confidence. His, one of them in spite of the fact he liked to believe he’d put them all behind him–there were a few that lingered, happened to be his mess of curls that he called hair not being under some semblance of control.
Seeing the smile–the shorter of the pair shifted on his feet and even curled his toes against the tile trying to gauge what the smile meant. Unsurety crunched up his nose and caused his eyes to squint questioningly.
Then Elliott’s hands where on his cheeks and he curled his fingers around the his wrists to keep them close. Even moved with them as they ran through his hair and made him rock slightly onto his heels. Feeling the slight tug against the back of his head made him swallow hard and a rush of color ran up the sides of his neck with goosebumps chasing after it.
Whew! Okay. That sensation was an amazing pay off for possible self-induced humiliation.
Being kissed when he was vulnerable enough to consider how he might be able to fit underneath the clawed feet of the bathtub if Elliott didn’t say anything sooner rather than later was exactly what he needed. And he stayed lifted onto the balls of his feet so their mouths wouldn’t leave their close proximity to one another.
“Yeah.. I guess you can say it is,” he grinned a dopey, happy grin as his nerves began to untangle. Another kiss and he’d be in heaven. So, he stole one. Cause when in Rome?
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