elliott.

“Why’ve you gotta DEPRIVE ME of a view this good? I’m not DONE staring at your ass.” Elliott turned none the less – if Blaine asked him to he’d do just about anything, following and obeying on fairly blind faith without TOO MUCH complaint or grumbling. 

Blaine had earned his place in Elliott’s heart, and as one of the few people he inexplicable trusted – trusted FAR MORE than just simply turning around, but even so. 

With his back to Blaine, Elliott waited PATIENTLY for him to be ready, only the bouncing of his foot showing his excitement. 

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll show you a picture of me BEFORE I started dying my hair. There aren’t many floating around.” Elliott wasn’t even sure if Blaine NEW his natural hair colour – his dye job was pretty damn good, even if he DID say so himself. 

Elliott turned just in time to miss the cheeky grin and roll of eyes he earned fair and square from his boyfriend for his protest.  “I promise I’ll let you look again soon.”  Lighthearted and jovial as that was, Blaine felt his insides want to curl up and peek out from underneath a rock to see his reaction. 

Ahh!  The true test of a relationship!  Will they stick around after the mop of below the eyebrow length curls are revealed?!  Okay, so it wasn’t that huge of a deal but making fun of his own hesitation (even if it was in his head) was enough to calm his nerves.

The towel was placed on his hook by the shower leaving his damp hair for his fingers to run through.  They combed over his scalp once before resting against Elliott’s shoulder in a feather light touch to get his attention.

“Might hold you to showing me that picture.  We’ll see if I’m gonna need ammo.”  A kiss pressed to Elliott’s shoulder blade later, Blaine stepped back and swung his hand up to rub his neck.  “Okay.  Turn around…  Ready as I’ll ever be.”

adam & kurt.

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          A faint blush rapidly spread across the porcelain skinned male’s cheeks upon being on the receiving end of the stranger’s compliments, a distinct mixture of blue and green hues quick to gaze down at the animal displayed on his particularly bold choice of fashion. Not often did a stranger randomly point out the state of his perfectly styled appearance unsolicited. Granted, the way he usually dressed ( and had done every waking moment of his life ) typically stemmed from mostly a matter of self expression. Vintage finds combined with some of the latest designers, a perk he had earned from his internship at Vogue as he was often rewarded with an early inside draft of the esteemed fashion magazine — the sentiment of being under the man’s now scrutinous gaze somewhat unnerving.  

          ❛ It’s Burberry Prorsum, ❜  he breathed, his bright gaze still hopelessly scanning over their surroundings before a pair of deep blue eyes quickly managed to draw him back in —- the other male’s stares positively quizzitive under the dim lights of the small cafe.  ❛ I guess it is pretty crowded. ❜  Judging by the significant lack in Blaine and particularly long line of customers growing increasingly larger by the counter, it probably seemed selfish to just be hogging the entire table. Introductions, though admirable, fallen shortlived as the human’s attention diverted in an instant. 

          ❛ —BLAINE! ❜  

His cordial smiles grew remarkably fonder as his friend ( though, in any case, fashionably late ) finally made an appearance. Eyes once lost, now filled with intrigue, deeply engrossed and invested as the scene had rapidly changed its course and unfolded.  ❛ We actually only just started talking— ❜

          ❛ I’m Kurt— Kurt Hummel. What are the odds. ❜

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          it took everything in adam not to let the pleasant and polite expression fall into one of irritation. he’d felt blaine’s presence before he heard him, that was something he couldn’t mistake. despite looking like all of his attention was fixed on kurt, he was constantly scanning the area around them. blaine finding him there was his plan, but not so soon. not enough to drag kurt’s attention from him. ❝ it’s lovely to see you again, blaine. it’s been quite some time, hasn’t it? ❞ adam replied, although his smile was more than a little forced while his voice remained pleasant. his attention returned to kurt, tilting his head slightly. ❝ i was quite lucky enough to meet blaine’s acquaintance when i first came to the city from england. quite the serendipitous meeting. ❞ despite the length of time between him landing in the states and now, adam still had fond memories of discovering blaine. blaine had been his first real game; befriending him, charming him and ultimately protecting him. even if it hadn’t gone entirely to plan.

          ❝ almost like we’re just following each other. ❞ the joke was met with genuine amusement on his face, although his eyes returned back to blaine’s features with a slightly extended sense of humour. as far as they’d gotten from each other, it was inevitable that they would find one another again. eternity didn’t go by without at least some of it spent in each other’s company. and considering he had put a lot into ensuring blaine’s survival, he wanted to make sure blaine wasn’t being reckless. especially acting like a human and befriending a decent meal. ❝ how did you both meet? another new york coincidence? ❞

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”Kurt!  It’s great to see you.  Sorry I kept you waiting.  The subway was packed.”  Or so he says but it was believable and far better than the real reason why.   Feeding before meeting Kurt was a necessity.  One Blaine hated indulging in to the point he did each time he saw Kurt but it kept Kurt safe and him sated and warm and that’s what mattered..

Lovely to see him?  Somehow, Blaine doubted that was the truth.  Obviously, Adam was up to something.  His lack of reaching out to Blaine whatsoever combined with making sure he’d be here on the evening when Kurt and he planned to meet up?  Blaine made a mental note that his senses must be slipping.  Believing this was all one just coincidence was naive beyond the meaning of the word.  And Blaine liked to think of himself as not so naive anymore.  Not how he was when he put faith and trust in the man he smiled at now.  Man.  Ha!  Well.  As far as Kurt knew, that’s what they both were.  So, why not go with it and remain convincing. Adam better not screw this up.  “Mm. Yes, I did.  I had the pleasure of being Adam’s tour guide until he got settled in.  How’ve you been?  Other than following me around, like you said.”  He grinned jokingly enough, a friendly banter between two people who knew one another and were catching up.

“We met after Kurt came into a place where I was playing.  He was with a few friends and they were still there when I was finished.  I couldn’t let the night go by without saying hello and the rest is history.”  The where was left out but the means was true.  Looking over at Kurt, the vampire smiled–brows lifted an inviting Kurt to add more to the conversation if he wanted.

jason.

“I am damn near thirty-three years old. Still young but old enough to remember when the world wasn’t as welcoming as it is now. Old enough to remember telling my first crush how I felt about him and winding up in the hospital a week later. Parents were not happy about that. Their perfect little Taiwanese son was into guys?” he snorted. “They got over it. Things got better. Slowly. And yeah, I’ve been  to the club and come out of it worse for wear. This-” he tapped the kids knuckles lightly. “Isn’t a bar brawl gone wrong. These punches had purpose.”

“Happy birthday, kid. And trust me, you’re no bother. I’d have given anything for some help when I got myself into some sticky situations.”

By the way his wrappings that they’d tossed in the trash were stained a gross dark brown red and the damage on his knuckles?  Blaine wasn’t so sure the world made as many leaps and bounds towards acceptance that Jason was under the impression of.  Or he could be getting frustrated and grumpy because he was hungry, in pain and still upset.  A mix of both to sour his mood?  Yeah.  That was pretty on point.  A sardonic smile touched on his lips, a huff of laughter with no real sound said he sympathized with the parental opinion by first hand experience.  And hospital stays for a part of yourself you couldn’t change?  Yeah, he’d punched that card too.  Unfortunately.  

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” he glanced up–gaze softened with understanding.  “All of it.  No one deserves that.  Parents are supposed to support us.  Some just miss the message.”  Swallowing hard as his knuckles were tapped, Blaine’s breath hitched.  “Probably more purpose than I want to think about..”  Because the idea that he’d punched when he could have stopped crossed his mind more than once and the connotations behind that were something he’d rather not dwell on.  Until later.

“Thanks.  I appreciate it.  The birthday wish and the help.  Can I make it up to you?  Are you hungry?  I need a shower and food.  Let me make you dinner?  It’s the least I can do.”

tina.

It was a spring of the moment, a little surprise trip to go to New York and surprise a few of her friends. Well, needless to say, most of her friends lived in New York and Tina was sometimes a little lonely at Brown. So, what does the brown-haired girl do? Well, she hopped in a plane to travel to New York City, where she knew she would be welcomed with open arms. Blaine and Kurt’s apartment, of course!

It seemed simple enough, show up, unannounced and surprise two of her close friends. Boy, was she in for it! The two boys welcomed her in and let her crash on the couch, but did she mind? No, because it was a comfortable, yet stylish couch, probably Kurt’s doing. 

She spent days with the Hummel-Andersens, enjoying every last second she had in the city with the boys. She let them take her to all the best shopping places as well as try to see a show. 

It was early morning when Tina felt another body close to her, it felt like someone was trying to spoon her while she was getting some beauty rest in. Then, she heard the soft voice and she knew who was. It was none-other than Blaine Anderson, snuggling up to her on the couch, trying to steal her warm heat. She cracked a big smile as she heard his words, because she knew in her heart that she would miss being with Blaine. The last few days she spent with him and in a matter of hours, she would have to go back to Rhode Island. The brown-haired girl pushed away the sad thoughts before feeling Blaine hold her closer. She whispered back to him, just enough so he could hear her before they both dozed off, “I’m going to miss you more Blaine.”

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Hearing Tina whisper back, Blaine smiled and pressed his forehead against the nape of her neck.  “You know what’s crazy,” he continued to talk even as she drifted off keeping his voice a notch above a whisper as to not disturb her drifting away, “I’d totally steal you away and plop you into NYU with me if I could.  Selfish as it is.  Brown’s a great school but it’d be great to have you here.”  His feet tangled with hers and the blanket was pulled up snuggly around their shoulders. Once they were warming up, his arm wrapped back around her and he held her gently but with her back pressed tight against his chest.

Rhode Island wasn’t that far away.  They needed to see each other more.  “I’ll visit next time.  Way sooner than this,” he promised as he sank back into sleep along with her.  They had the better part of the morning and afternoon.  Another hour before the alarm went off and woke Kurt up wouldn’t hurt.

Kurt’s ‘awwww’ roused him first, an eye slit open and he looked up to see Kurt’s phone in his hand and an ear to ear grin plastered on his face.  ‘I’ll text it to you both later,’ he wriggled the phone and bent down giving Blaine a kiss to his forehead before promising to return after a shower.

Left alone to wake her up, he nudged the back of her knee gently.  “Hey, sleepyhead.  Wanna wake up?  I think we need to get some lunch before you disappear.  I know the greatest spot.”

sam.

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         Okay yeah. It wasn’t the smartest idea to get drunk, but he hadn’t started with the goal in mind. Hell, it was even LESS smart to get plastered on a school night but one thing lead to another and… Why did it even matter? The cool thing about looking up at the stars? Well, it usually made his problems seem not so big, and remind him that there were SO many more things out there. Planets, stars, galaxies, aliens, parallel universes, black holes, just… All of it. But tonight, every time he looked up at the stars, it just reminded him of Blaine. Of all the times they’d slip out here with an iPod, some snacks, and… Each other. Sometimes they had nothing but themselves, sometimes they’d come prepared with a blanket or a pizza. God, why did that even matter?

          Every stupid thought came back to Blaine. And more importantly the reason they couldn’t be together. For the good of Kurt. Every time he thought of it, he felt a little more bitter. At first that hadn’t been the case, but bitterness was a sign of jealousy and jealousy was a sign he cared. At least that’s what his mom’s Women Magazine said, or was it the YahooAsk he’d pulled up? Didn’t matter now. Sam huffed, shaking his head in disbelief at his phone, an audible ‘Pfft’,  “Trust isn’t the issue, Blaine.” He muttered to himself, though at this point issues were going to have issues, but the source of them all boiled down to the same thing. 

         “There’s nothing I woul

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“ Sam jumped, hand shooting out from his side and knocking over the half full bottle of ABSOLUT, which rolled before falling to the grass with a slosh and thud. “JESUS

—” His phone, in the commotion had flown out of his hand and flew into the dewy grass, and said hand was now over his heart as his chest heaved. “Blaine, GOD,  warn me next time.” He hadn’t even finished reading his texts and just.. “You planned that?!” Maybe it was the primarily silent park, or the fact he’d been alone UNDISTURBED, for over an hour that the appearance of the other caught him off guard, but it had taken Sam to the next level. Half stunned, half locked in an attempted Ninja reflex… 

         Shaking off what just happened didn’t come easy as he replanted himself, letting his elbows rest on his knees as his hands pushed over his face and through his hair, calming himself down with a sigh. The bright side was the flame that burned bright with anger had it’s passion misplaced in the moment of surprise, though for how long was the question. Sam’s breaths were heavy as he watched Blaine sit beside him, unfortunately having no idea what the other had just said in his panic. “I literally could have just killed you.” None of that was true considering he’d been about to end up in a tangle on the ground two seconds prior had he not caught himself. “Dude.” 

         Which sounded an awful lot like fuck.

          “Dalton doesn’t solve anything.” Putting another band-aid on top of one that already wasn’t working didn’t seem like a positive, but instead a double negative. “What good is that gonna do? We’re still gonna be here.” Sam huffed, looking down at Blaine disbelieving how he couldn’t see the full picture. Moving up off the table, he stepped down beside Blaine, then hopped off in what was supposed to be a graceful escape. The unfortunate thing was the alcohol had it’s own ideas of graceful, and Sam purely stumbled into a wobbled dismount with a bit too much speed. He turned back to Blaine, arms spanned out at his sides ready to do the talking for him should his words fail. “Do you know how hard it is looking at you, knowing it should be us? I see you and Kurt doing all these things we should be doin’ and it’s like, you don’t even care that you’re missing out on it because you’re only half in. Like, what’s it matter, you know?” 

          The hurt played out without inhibitions as Sam drunkenly explained himself, though the confidence that accompanied every word was because it very much stemmed from sober thoughts. “Like, you still get to have that with Kurt. But hey, if it doesn’t work out with him, I’m here like his understudy.” His role in the entire situation had only made that sentiment stick. “And it sucks Blaine, cause I look at you and I’m pretty sure I see my freaking soulmate, but if you don’t see that too, what am I doing? I can’t make you pick me. I can’t make you even want to pick me. Like, just tell me that’s it, tell me that you don’t want me, just tell me something that makes sense.” The last bit sounded like an actual plea in which you could hear the ache within his heart. 

Blaine gave Sam all the time he needed to recover from the way he startled him just walking up out of the dark like that.  Hindsight kicking in?  Maybe he should have warned him he was there but he didn’t want to risk Sam leaving if he could out.  Then he’d be back at square one and even if they were going to be out way too late to make it to school the next day?  He’d rather not spend another hour driving through Lima trying to spot a drunk Sam wandering around in the middle of the street.  Sneaking up was the best option once all possible outcomes were considered. Paranoid, over the top ones or not.  Scaring Sam was the most manageable one.

Telling Sam the only thing he could think of that would make this situation a tiny bit more bearable might’ve been a mistake.  Sam was quick to point out everything wrong with the notion.  While, unknowingly, saying why it was something for the best.  Their situation wouldn’t go away.  But at least?  “It’s not going to erase our problems.  I’m not saying it will.  I’m not an idiot.”  Even if he felt like the biggest one right now?  Deep down, he refused to be thought of as someone who couldn’t wrap his brain around the big picture.  Not by Sam.  Or anyone.  

Snapping his attention up at the movement beside him only to practically bolt up when Sam looked like he was going to bite it–Blaine’s muscles tensed and he was halfway off the bench before he saw Sam was steady on his feet (steady enough not to topple over anyway) and sat back down.  Keeping his distance seemed like a good idea.  Not that he didn’t trust Sam enough to be close to him.  He only figured that being any closer would be yet one more thing to hurt the other with.  “You just pointed out the reason why I should.  Can’t you see that?  Me going to McKinley every day is only hurting you worse because you have to see it.  If I wasn’t there?  At least it wouldn’t be in your face because obviously that’s a huge part of the problem.  Not all of it.  But a big one.

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Reddening eyes and steepled brows followed the verbal slap in the face he, no doubt, rightfully deserved.  Even if he had no clue that Sam would ever come back.  That piecing things together and moving on was one of the hardest things he’d ever done?  Sam was hurt and he was the one that did it.  So, in Blaine’s book, taking whatever punches Sam needed to dish out was part of the guilt eating a hole inside of him.  “Your not anyone’s understudy.  Or a second choice or a back up or whatever you want to call it.  Jesus, Sam.  What kind of a person do you think I am?” Wrenching his pale knuckled grip free from the lip of the bench, Blaine palmed his mouth and wiped away several things on the tip of his tongue along with taking a pause to gather his thoughts.

Soulmates.  He should do what Sam asked.  Hurt him and tell him that he had no feelings for him whatsoever.  Doing it might be the last snap of any possible relationship he might have with him.  Friendship or something more.  But?  If he did?  It’d cut Sam free.  He could go be with Quinn or Rachel or whoever else scooped him up next.  Sam would hate him but at least he wouldn’t ache for him anymore.  The words were right there.  Bullets loaded into the gun that’d kill whatever was left of them.  Blaine’s finger was on the trigger.  And it froze.

“I can’t.”  He heard the reply in a voice he didn’t recognize as his own.  It was way too high, way too pitched.  Too broken.  “I never thought I’d see you again.  How was I supposed to know?  How am I supposed to feel?  Who am I supposed to hurt worse?  Please, Sam?  I don’t know what to do because either way?  I’m going to ruin someone.  I never wanted to hurt you or him or,” he couldn’t breathe in.  His chest burned and the coppery taste of adrenaline flooded his mouth drowning out the rest with what, no doubt, was a quickly rising panicked confusion.

kurt.

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          It had all started with Pavarotti. 

A dead bird, gone much too soon. Providing him with a proper sendoff had really only come natural to him. The eery resemblance and instant reminder of his late mother’s funeral almost too close to comfort as he had spent his entire free afternoon decorating an old box of trinkets for the small creature. It was probably silly to get this emotional over the passing of a bird, but even if it was, Kurt had needed the closure. That little bird had represented everything Dalton stood for — someone he’d known ever since making the transfer to Dalton and a near always constant in his budding career as a Dalton Academy Warbler; The Beatles’ Blackbird a song only fitting and allowing him to mourn in the only way he knew how.

Never once had he imagined he would soon be full on making out with one Blaine Anderson in the midst of hot glue and glitter — heart fluttering wildly in his chest and hands grasping at foreign and unruly gelled curls as their mouths clashed together in unison. Every possible sense in him heightened and the initial taste of boy and Blaine soon enough leaving him to grasp for air as Kurt allowed himself to get lost in the other Warbler’s close embrace. A moment he had longed for and sought after for so long, his body had begun to ache and feel numb at the thought of it not being in the cards and just never happening. It felt exhilarating. The mere sensation of Blaine’s tongue tracing the contour of his lips enough to get his head spinning. A renewed sense of dizziness as need seeped deep into his bones, more than eager to comply and get it all out of his system.

          ❛ I can’t believe we’re finally doing this. ❜  The words sounded rushed, light as air. Hopeful. Any other sentence that might have followed silenced and replaced by haste, muffled kisses as Blaine’s mouth continued to move seamlessly against his own.

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Blaine felt like he’d tumbled head over heels off the ledge of his cliff.  Spinning out of control, dizzy inside his belly in the strangest sort of delight he’d ever known when all there should be was panic as the ground kept rising higher and higher.  Surely, there was a risk of crashing and shattering every bone inside his body should Kurt stare at him like he’d rather run for the hills than have Blaine kiss him again.  Blaine knew his story inside out now.  God, the nerve it took to believe in this and them and chances.  All of it was worth every scary step plastered over with a jittery confidence he’d taken to get to this point.  Because Kurt caught him.  With a palm against his cheek and a pale thumb grazing his ear, Blaine felt them both start to soar when he rose up for another deeper, more eager and self-assured Round Two.

Kurt’s forehead was warm and his skin was unbelievably soft as Blaine rested his against it.  This was the beginning of something.  Sure, they already had one.  On the staircase when Kurt first grabbed his attention.  Or maybe it was when they sat and talked over coffee after Kurt insisted upon changing out of his not so convincing and now extremely embarrassing “spy” outfit.  Thinking about it now?  They sort of had about four beginnings since Blaine first laid eyes on the boy in front of him.  It was like the universe was trying to kick some common sense into him to do it right and realize each time what he realized at last.  Kurt was his and he was Kurt’s and sure this might’ve been only a kiss but it was not just the beginning of something.  It was the beginning of them.

“I’m only sorry I kept you waiting for so long.  Thank you for not giving up,” he whispered just a breath away from Kurt’s lips after coming up for air.  Who knew falling could feel so good?