[ Spine Kisses, though. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ Especially those lingering, open-mouthed kisses pressed at the very base, and send the deepest shudders of the utmost pleasure rolling lazily all the way up; lovingly caressing every nerve ending and vertebrae in a manner that leaves one absolutely helpless to do anything but moan their appreciation, l o u d l y. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ ]
//I got a new puppy!!! Eliza is handling it pretty darn good. Wanted to name him Hamilton or Eggroll. Cause the first thing he did while playing was bite it and go rolling across the yard. Or, you know, Hamilton. But…he seems to only really want to go by Eggy. Or Egg. Or Eggs.
So it looks like I got a dog named Egg now. That’s what I did with my day. Here all weekend with new puppers making sure everything goes okay. So expect some writing on my accounts. LOL!
“ dalton academy ? is that right ? ” it didn’t take an expert to see the hint of distaste in hunter’s tone. & coated with disrespect, the message is clear as day. i don’t approve. & for what reason ? there were many. only they were all too personal to share with some prep school down-grader. the way he sees it, it’s as if hunter & his brother had a long lost middle ground they’d never heard of. living in both worlds. sounded like a nightmare. “ mind if i ask why you’d leave a place like that ? other than the obvious. ” snobby rich kids, stricter rules, boring lifestyle, you could take your pick of what he meant.
Confusion crept across Blaine’s features. Lips formed around a few unspoken words as he swallowed his initial questions. First, why was he curious? Second, why did he not seem to care for the place? It was easy to tell Hunter had some sort of distaste for Dalton as soon as he said the word. Blaine was more than curious. He only had to figure out how to ask without sounding like he was judging the guy for it. Hunter, in the few short days that Blaine has known him, doesn’t seem like the type of person to handle being judged well. Or Blaine could be off. Hunter just screamed it in how he carried himself. That’s all. Another blink of surprise and he smiled warmly. “You can ask me anything you want. About Dalton. Or why I left. There’s someone here that makes my days better. I didn’t want to waste the time we have before he graduates in Westerville.” He didn’t notice that he broke eye contact to answer. Or how his voice quited. It was all right again a second later. “Can I ask what you mean by the obvious? Dalton’s amazing. I’d still be there if it weren’t–if things were different.”
❝ WHAT ? OH GOD DUDE , I’M NOT GAY ! ❞ a pause , tongue wetting lips as brows nestled . ❝ i mean , like you’re cool and all . and i like how your hair does that little SWOOP THING . and you smell good too , that’s nice — WAIT , AM I GAY ? ❞ head shakes , gaze shifting back up to meet the others . ❝ what was the question ?❞
Blaine tried not to show how poor Sam had him feeling a whole heap of pity for the struggle he went through in a matter of seconds. Pity and..let’s not smile too wide. Cause on the other hand? Sam’s reaction was so comical about the entire situation that stemmed from a simple question that Blaine had actually meant something totally not this. A brow arched when Sam rounded everything off with that question. Humor danced in his eyes as he reached over and gave the blond’s arm a pat. “Um. Wow. Sam. The question was..” He bit his lip then tucked his chin towards his collar moving to hold up the cookies he pulled off the Lima Bean’s counter. “Do you want rainbowsor vanilla? Like..” One was a sugar cookie coated in multi-colored sprinkles while the other had smooth, white icing over chocolate. “Rainbows,” that cookie jiggled followed by the other. “Or..vanilla? But, I mean. We can work through that conversation after coffee if you really want.” Then, the back of his wrist was pressed to his lips, cookie dangling as he muffled a chuckle against his sleeve, eyes glistening in amusement as he stared up at him.
As soon as those lips touched his cheek, Dave felt the blush rise fast. It made his whole body feel warm and it made his stomach twist in an familiar and slightly nerve-wracking way. But he liked it. He liked the feeling that he got when he was with Blaine. He liked how Blaine made him feel. He felt better about himself when he was here, when he was with someone that understood him.
A little laugh rumbled in his chest when Blaine spoke and he nuzzled his forehead against the boys’ shoulder, hand resting flat against his chest. He could almost feel Blaine’s heartbeat underneath his hand and that was a work of wonder, wasn’t it? “Yeah? I don’t doubt it.” And he didn’t, it was just that he didn’t often like to be the little spoon because other peoples’ arms were never long enough. “Yeah, this is perfect.” He murmured, letting their fingers lace together. He lifted his arm up a little to rest against Blaine’s chest, cheeks still burning hot.
Tucked in and perfectly moulded to Dave’s chest, Blaine hummed as he felt the rumble of Dave’s laugh against his back. “You better not. Because my big spoon game? It’s pretty on point,” he teased happily enjoying this moment and letting himself indulge in the feeling of just being near someone like this. The feeling was something he ached for in his bones for months. Having that nearness and letting himself be close enough to someone that he could be this way with. It wasn’t something he was sure he’d open himself up to for a very long time. Self-defense of shutting out something he knew in his bones he needed might not’ve been the healthiest idea. But it was one he was forcing himself to settle into.
Then along came Dave. Who grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him in a different direction that locking himself away and sinking into the dark was allowed nowhere near. Look at where they were now because of it. Lacing his fingers tighter to Dave’s hand highest against his chest, he lifted it up and began peppering kisses to his knuckles as he spoke unaware of how deeply Dave was blushing. Or that his own face might be a perfect match. “Are you happy? You know,” another few kisses, “with me? I want to make sure you’re happy. Because. You really do deserve that, Dave. More than you let yourself think.”
( mssg » blaine] : Only once or twice at a house party. Which, hey, was fun at the time. ( mssg » blaine] : I swear not to bring it up for at least ten years. ( mssg » blaine] : This is why you love me B. I’ll let you pass out in my loft.
( mssg » remy | sent) tHat doesnt surprise me at all. ( mssg » remy | sent) ten is good. I’ll make it wroth your while. ( mssg » remy | sent) If you even want to see mea gain after seeing me like this ( mssg » remy | sent) I love you for many reasonss. this is only one more on a long list. ( mssg » remy | sent) Yes. There is better. Muchbetter.
Blaine pulled his heel towards the back of his thigh as he balled up and reclined into the corner of the sofa. It went without saying that his first week at McKinley had him feeling so new and out of touch. His friends were only a school away but that might as well be forever and a day when it boiled down to what it felt like. He was homesick for a place that all he wanted to do was return to. Lonely when he was surrounded by new, friendly faces. For her, he was doing his best to put on a brave facade. Tell himself that this round at public school wouldn’t end the way the previous one had. If he was a little more careful, a little more guarded and exuded Blaine Warbler. Even without the Warbler part. It’d work. God, he hoped so.
Apparently, he was doing a horrible job at hiding the mixed bag of emotions he was feeling on an hourly basis. Any sort of knock on his favorite girl’s school, her life, her friends or their new familial relationship couldn’t be any further from his intention. He’d made that abundantly clear with an apology on an hourly basis, it seemed like. What he was struggling with wasn’t anything to do with her. Yet, he was infinitely grateful when Santana showed up into the living room with a cake that had to be as tall as his head. Hazel eyes widened and he made a yearning sound unlike any he’d ever heard himself make.
“How many layers of chocolate is that? And oh my god. Please tell me you brought two forks?” Lifting the edge of the blanket he had draped over his legs, he motioned her to join him with a wave of his hand. “Sorry if I was quiet tonight. I’m really going to stop this sooner rather than later. I promise.”
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