// Omg! Tomorrow is this dork’s birthday (headcanoned cause Pisces, okay?)! My bb gonna be another year older. <3<3 Gifts in the form of anything but GAP gift cards and socks are welcome. Kurt (and everyone who has been told about it..which is everyone by now) wore out that joke like a million years ago. Pls and thx.
( mssg » unique | sent ) Did you mean to send me this? ( mssg » unique | sent ) Oh! ( mssg » unique | sent ) Oh no! I didn’t mean.. ( mssg » unique | sent ) That message wasn’t for you! ( mssg » unique | sent ) I’m so sorry!
( mssg » lip | sent ) Taking the offhand chance that you’re still awake. ( mssg » lip | sent ) If not, I hope I didn’t just wake you up. ( mssg » lip | sent ) As much as I like to pretend we’re partners in this whole insomnia thing? ( mssg » lip | sent )
I’d hate to be the reason why you can’t sleep if you are.
[ mssg : blaine 🐤] what? I’m completely confused here :c I honestly have no clue. [ mssg : blaine 🐤] because i love you so much? ❤ [ mssg : blaine 🐤] i feel like you’re doubting my skills [ mssg : blaine 🐤] i guess this means i’ll have to start baking and cooking more [ mssg : blaine 🐤] they’re your favorites [ mssg : blaine 🐤] and for you so of course i’m going to do my best
( mssg » barry | sent ) You cheated. All of this is one huge cheat. ( mssg » barry | sent ) I’m not supposed to be forgiving you this easily. ( mssg » barry | sent ) I was planning on dragging out torturing you with pouts and glares for at least a day or two longer.
( mssg » barry | sent ) ….I love you, too.
( mssg » barry | sent ) You jerk.
wanted.
// Currently searching for a Dave Karofsky for several pretty detailed plots. If you know one or write him or thought about writing him, please contact me! That’d be rad and I’d love ya forever!
It was BLAINE, and whatever Blaine looked like – curly hair all around his face or sweaty or wearing some of those HORRIBLE colour combinations he seemed so very fond if – Elliott thought it was cute. Elliott just…couldn’t see him as anything that wasn’t a synonym for ‘CUTE’, ‘SEXY’ or ‘WONDERFUL’.
Elliott’s tattooed hand moved up to tap the tip of Blaine’s nose as it was scrunched, finding great joy in such an ADORABLE little expression like that.
“Wash it out? For me?” He wouldn’t BEG, but…well, he’d ask. A lot. He wanted to see it dry and curled, that was something Blaine never let him see, and he wanted to.
He wanted to see him like that, so VULNERABLE.
The tap against his nose made him chuckle and scrunch it up even worse to shake away the weird feeling it left behind. Fingers twitched against the wall they’d plastered themselves against before swinging up and NEARLY landing a tap of his own..
Except Elliott’s request made him pause, a bewildered expression replaced his smile. “You want me to..? I..” Drawing in a breath, he felt a splash of heat as it colored the bridge of his nose and cheeks. “It needs cut. It’s a literal mop that hangs in my eyes..but.. If you really want me to? Just be prepared for the image to be burned in your mind forever.”
How could he say no to such a simple request?
Even if he wouldn’t, he wanted to warn Elliott that he might never be the same again after witnessing the mess of curls that were semi-contained even at night.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right out, okay?” Humming as he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Elliott’s cheek, Blaine lowered himself back down after a second peck and glanced past Elliott towards the sink. Oh boy..
he still couldn’t believe it. of course he knew that blaine was in the big apple. just never had the chance to look him up. ❝ yeah – i moved here back in september from chicago. i’m in medical school at columbia. ❞ he said. he wrapped his arms around him for a quick hug.
❝ – do you have time to sit? ❞ he asked as he motioned to his table. he moved his laptop and books out of the way so blaine had room.
❝ – so what have you been up to? how is kurt – you’re still together right? ❞
Bright eyes took in the sight of Nick as if he were trying to figure out how fate plopped them both in this exact spot together and the answer was written in Nick’s very presence. “September? Columbia? Wow! That’s great! I can’t believe you’re here.” He blinked and nodded quickly. Like there was any other option?! Brushing off a single class wouldn’t hurt. Not for the sake of catching up with a fellow former Warbler. “Yeah, I’ve got time. I’d make it if I didn’t.” And he slid into the chair, letting his bag fall to the floor at his feet.
“Still together,” he asked with that same, stupefied grin talking about Kurt continued to bring out, “Yes! Of course. We’re married.. Going on four years.” Pride shined out of him like a beam of sunlight cutting through the clouds. “Can you believe it? What else besides Columbia have you been up to? How do you like New York City?”
❝ How about grabbing a couple drinks at The Campbell ? It is a school night after all. ❞ Might as well keep it low-key. After the exhausting tumble he’d had just moments ago in a high rise office ; he’d had ( almost ) enough excitement for the day. ❝ I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages , B. What have you been up to ?❞
“Just a couple of drinks? Yeah–I think we can do that. I’m cutting you off at three. Or I’m not responsible for you hearing your alarm in the morning.” Blaine kept his focus on the marble tiles passing by underneath his steps as a brow shot up at the question. He could feel his pulse pick up, a rush of adrenaline as he blurted out the first thing he could think of. “Spending a lot of time with Rachel. She’s been helping me with my music. Nothing overly exciting.” Brushing the attention off him, he redirected it back to the taller boy beside him. Or attempted to..
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