kelsey has beenbusting her assat her teaching internship all semester. like fr fr. she’s taking it so seriously, and rarely ifever has time for herself anymore. and a lot of the fruits of that labor are (I’MPOSITIVE) going to pay off for her in a big way this upcoming week. but she’s human so she’s nervous and could use some affection, anon or not, to help ease her nerves!
while i’m forever salty that her high school babies are taking her away from me and our fictional babies, it does make me sleep better at night knowing there’s a soul out there like kelsey’s getting the next generation ready to enter the adult world.
love you, kelsey
Future educators are the greatest hope of this country. Teach these kids who are changing history to keep fighting. They’re the biggest chance we have for something better than the mess we’re in now. I’m so happy to know that someone as brilliantly bright and just so good as you has the future of these kids in your capable hands. Inspire them as much as you inspire those who love you here? And they’re going to be just as amazing as you are. Which is a ton with some stellar/awesome/fantastic sprinkles on top if you ask me. We love you.
Tumblr RP 2012: He grabbed a carton of milk and drank it.
Tumblr RP 2014+: Slender digits might curve delicately——&& OPAQUE biodegradable material would find a long-lost home snugly ‘neath gangly sticks of bone and sinew. A cow’s utter hath provided CREAMY substance now floating on white clouds of honeydew in said CARTON—— and as butterfly petals part to receive the rich nectar, a feather-like sigh finds it’s way into the Autumn air.
She should probably clear out. That was the best thing to do, right? Get out before anyone else spotted her? But at the same time… she was really sore. And pretty cold. And her hangover was pretty bad. And none of that would get any better if she went back out into the cold. Speaking of, she held his coat out to him, shivering a little when she did. “I’m assumin’ you want this back.”
She bit her lip. Some coffee and a donut might warm her up enough to get going out of here before anyone else came in, though that probably didn’t matter since it would get around quick enough that April Rhodes was found sleeping on a piano bench. “Which way’s the cafeteria?”
“Hang onto it. I’ve got a sweater. That’s way more than enough.” Blaine smiled understandingly after waving off his coat and even helped drape it back over her shoulders. With her shivering like that and the hangover she must have? He figured she needed it much worse than he did. At least until she got some food and coffee in her stomach.
Blaine’s sympathetic smile told her the teenager probably wasn’t able sympathize with her entire situation. Cause he never really was in the position where he was forced to sleep on the piano bench in the choir room. (Not this one and not for her reasons at least??) Still! He knew what feeling like you were hit by a truck thanks to the night before was like. It was flat out terrible. “Right this way.” One arm fit itself around her waist and he made sure he perked up and smiled a bit brighter as he took the lead getting them out of the room and one step closer to food. “So..um.. Can I ask? Why the choir room was where you thought it’d be a good idea to crash?”
[ text ;; blaine ] Been there, done that. [ text ;; blaine ] Ah well, I probably could, but I don´t know if you could handle the cute. 😉 [ text ;; blaine ] Ohh yes! Let´s go see Kinky Boots! I haven´t seen it in a while, but it´s one of those shows that always puts me in a good mood! [ text ;; blaine ] Though I am very jealous that most of those men look better in dresses and high heels than I do. 😛
( mssg » rachel | sent ) You’re probably going to have to do it again. Consider this my written consent. Rachel Berry has my permission to whoop my butt back into gear before this “funk”, as Tina put it, gets any more gross. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) I can barely handle the level of cute that you are now. Please have mercy on me and the rest of the world. Keep that adorableness in check. You’re already cavity inducing most of the time. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) That’s why I thought that one would be the best choice. I don’t want to sit through anything depressing and I’ve been wanting to go see it again for a while now. Just not by myself. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) It’s all in the legs and attitude, Rach. You could totally pull off some thigh high stilettos if you kept the sass level on high. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Dinner, too. Don’t forget dinner. And I might even treat you to desert at the bakery across the street after..
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Have I told you how much I love you? I’d be lost without you. But you know that already.
Blindsided with the most random statement he’s heard all day (and considering his current company..that says a heck of a lot when the day’s almost over)–Blaine hoped the odds were in his favor and gave his imaginary Rolodex of replies he kept on hand for Sam’s more creative thoughts a spin. Oh! Wait! Right!! What they were talking about earlier finally hit him. That’s what this was about? Hunter and The Warblers and the clip from the news that Blaine instantly wanted to throw up after seeing.
Sam walked in on Blaine giving the punching bag the beating of its life earlier. The chain rattled heavily, Blaine’s grunts gave way to pitched gasps for air and it wasn’t until a hand caught his wrist that he realized the other boy was watching him and whatever he was doing made Sam worry so much that the look on his face hurt more than his throbbing, now wrapped in tattered and peeling tape, knuckles.
Every swing was another punch to the face of the idiot that couldn’t believe in the boys who had more talent in their pinkie fingers than he could ever dream of’s smirking, if you want to come back to the group you left behind’s face. He just forgot when to stop. Sam wasn’t used to seeing him this disheveled and messy. That was his fault. Never should have let himself get that carried away.
Catching Sam’s random thought after minutes of silence and noticing the crease in his forehead that was a sign he was overthinking something made Blaine laugh over top of his bottled water. He looked down into the courtyard they sat above, their legs dangling over the edge of the landing they sat on and sighed deep. “Yeah, me too, Sam. Steroids though, not cocaine. But with how he was acting? I’m not sure anyone could really tell the difference.”
Blaine’s fingers lightly toyed with a strand of dark hair on the side of Elliott’s head as he laid in bed beside his softly breathing boyfriend. Waking up less than ten minutes ago to the sight of snow falling heavily outside the window–he checked his phone and just as he guessed? School was cancelled for the day due to the weather. An email would be sent later to confirm what was happening the next morning. Nowhere to go. No rush to be in?
Suddenly, with a free schedule and a freaking blizzard outside? Lounging inside the warm blankets snuggled up to an even warmer Elliott was the best idea ever. Not wanting him to miss the flurry of snow (and admittedly, the house was too quiet with him asleep..plus..since it was Elliott’s usual day off..they had all the time in the world..some kisses would be a great way to start it?), Blaine scooted back down until his nose touched Elliott’s. Stealing another minute or two to admire him from this angle, he gently let the cool silken strand slip from his fingertip and rested his palm on the other’s cheek instead.
Blaine kissed him not once but twice before whispering with a grin as one blue eye cracked open, “Good morning, handsome. Guess what? School’s been cancelled.”
Blaine couldn’t understand why he felt so nervous. Sitting on the edge of his bed staring at his phone until it went black, he wondered what he and Sam were that the other boy couldn’t explain it over texts. The fact that he felt he had to drive here, in the middle of the night, to tell him the details? Didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that the details meant something more than a simple conversation over phone screens tapped out by their fingertips. Sam wanted to put his face, his voice and his presence behind the words.
What did he forget..? How much..?
Frustrated at himself–Blaine’s feet began rapidly bobbing up and down, heels never touching the ground. Like the beating of rabbit’s feet without the hop. Knees bouncing as he tossed his phone on the bed and pressed the heels of his palms against them, his arms rattled as his fingers curled backwards stopping when their tips touched the tops of his palms. Shutting his eyes and burrowing his brows, he tried to think. Come up with anything. Anything at all. Come on..please? All he ended up with for his efforts was the beginning of a tension headache and sore ankles. How long did it take to drive from Sam’s house to Dalton? When would he be here? Should he change? In the end, he was still sitting right where he was when he heard the knock on the door.
Sam hugged him so tight he couldn’t breathe. Blaine rushed to catch up and managed to hug him back, albeit from an awkward angle, and he watched as Sam changed a shade healthier because he breathed for the first time since he walked through the door. Then, it was Blaine’s turn to lose his breath. With every word he listened to, Blaine’s gaze softened. A sad smile pouted his bottom lip into his upper but he kept quiet and listened searching through the words like they were a light inside the fog wishing that he could put together more than imagined pictures he painted in his mind’s eye as Sam narrated a past that was just gone. His heart was beating so fast, faster.
The gut instinct to crawl from the pillows he rested on and scootch down the bed until he was sitting back on his heels in front of Sam won over and by the time Sam finished, Blaine was taking his hand and pulling it into his lap trying to comfort him the only way he knew how. He might not remember what Sam said. He maybe even laughed at the park story. But Blaine knew it had to hurt Sam that he didn’t connect any of it together. Only to the person telling the tales. Smiling again, he shook his head finding it silly that he would have thought they were anything but.. “Friends then? We were friends. Sounds like we really kept everyone on their toes. I do like Blam, though. Who came up with that?”
A crooked grin and he covered the top of Sam’s hand with his free one capturing it completely as he tucked his chin towards his collar and studied Sam’s expression to see if this was all too much. “I’m trying. For you. For everyone. For me. I’m trying so hard. Thank you for this? Tell me everything. I don’t care how long it takes. Even the bad stuff, if there was bad stuff. Like. If we had fights. Though you seem hard to want to fight with. Please don’t hold anything in, okay? Everyone tries to soften things, you know? Make it so I’m not overwhelmed or whatever.” He shrugged helplessly. “But the bad part is? What they’re holding in, when I see them do it? That’s the worst.. Ironic, isn’t it?”
( text : blaine ▻ delivered) one year we may be blessed by an easter miracle and he’ll be at some business retreat in the middle of nowhere and we can scrap the formal dinner altogether. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) justin. timberlake. blaine. the jt! his people are way scarier than your people. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) i think we’re beyond the karaoke incident of ‘03. my trust has been rebuilt. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) it’s los angeles. people crash into things all the time. it’s like a right of passage. are you really an actor in hollywood if you haven’t fought a few perfectly placed trees? (the answer is no.) ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) we’ll see. he has to pass the cooper test. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) hey, blaine. listen. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered)listen. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered)L I S T E N. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) or read. whatever. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) as long as you’re happy, then who the hell cares? i’m not dad. i don’t give a crap about the prestige. just the fact you’re safe and happy. dalton. whatever school you’re at now that i totally know the name of but don’t want to say the name of because of those pesky fbi agents in the phone camera… they’re both schools. why the hell would i be disappointed in you making a choice?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Come on… Please? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Okay. I’m listening. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Um. Reading. I’m reading and listening. I promise. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) As strange as that advice was towards the end? Thank you so much. ( mssg » cooper | sent )
I know I don’t really say it a lot and our relationship really isn’t the kind where we have many talks like this..but..I’ve been really scared I might be letting you down. ( mssg » cooper | sent )
Or disappointing you after all that work you helped with to get them to let me in immediately.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) I only want to make sure that you don’t feel like I didn’t appreciate all of your hard work. Because I know what you did. I know a lot of it was your follow up. Your in person pressure. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I’ll never forget that. I never would have left if it wasn’t for Kurt. He’s been through so much. ( mssg » cooper | sent )
If this can give him one solid good year of school for once in his life? Saying no to that isn’t something I could do, you know?
The movie was already rolling through some passionate lovemaking scene between two boring leads that Remy had already lost interest in it about an hour ago. Who cares if the lead male married his boss? His attention had already turned to the boy in his arms, his hand reaching up to brush through the other’s hair lightly as he teased it slightly, before brushing his hand through the others dark locks again. Remy was just going to soak in the sight of Blaine resting in his arms, looking so comfortable and so…like he’d always meant to fit there as Remy’s hand moved up to brush through those gelled locks again lightly.
Relaxing Remy at the end of his day had become a habit Blaine was far too addicted to in way too short of an amount of time. Somehow, the artist managed to keep tearing through walls and limits that he’d put on himself years ago. All spawned from the notion that instead of one relationship, then dating, blunder after another? Focusing on his future and career was a hell of a lot safer. Within an hour after meeting him, Blaine was fascinated in ways he knew he shouldn’t let himself be with his best friend’s brother he’d only heard stories about. Now, weeks later they were stretched out on the couch together watching some movie Blaine picked out without knowing most of the plot. Where he was half-interested, Remy apparently wasn’t remotely so. Much to Blaine’s fortune. Because Remy seemed content to distract himself by playing with his hair. Something Blaine was enjoying immensely. Enough that he hummed and turned towards the touch, his fingers uncurling against Remy’s chest to trace the pattern in his shirt. “You keep that up? I’m going to melt into the couch. It’ll be all your fault..”
pianokeysandbowties 