Being at Blaine’s house was… Nice. It was comfort, and warmth, things that Sam didn’t feel very often. Blaine always welcomed him with open arms and Sam was thankful that he had a friend like Blaine, and he felt bad that he didn’t really give him the same friendship in return, at least not in public anyway. Sam was getting a lot more out of their friendship than Blaine was, but Sam hoped he was at least good company for Blaine while his parents were always away. He could offer him that at least. If high school wasn’t so label orientated, him and Blaine would probably be best friends. Sam never told Blaine, but he loved his company. He enjoyed getting to know him, and when he slept over at Blaine’s, it really did make his day.
Sam walked through the familiar house and into the living room with Blaine, he followed the other male and shrugged off his leather jacket and tossing it on top of Blaine’s, before kicking his sneakers off. “I’d kill for a pizza, sounds awesome.” Sam told Blaine, smiling genuinely for what felt like the first time in ages. He made his way over to the sofa, and plopped down, making himself comfortable. “You can save your arguments for next time… I guess you’re just getting better at beating me when we argue that I’ve lost my fight for it. I do appreciate it though, Blaine. You’re like.. I don’t know, you save me when me I’m on my ass and I might have frozen to death some nights if you hadn’t of been there. One day I’ll pay you back. I PROMISE.”
Having Sam here simply felt good. If he thought too long, too hard about it (like he did some nights even when he tried to shut off his brain and tell himself to STOP) Blaine knew it felt better than good. Better than having just someone here to fill up the void of an empty house and the quiet that seeped into his bones. Between songs that often filled the house either by his own hands and voice or some loud speaker system cranked up to chase away the silence. Sam was different than anyone in his life. Even the ones Blaine counted as brothers, in the case of the Warblers. Or friends, like the people he found in New Directions. Sam meant more to him than any of them did. As terrifying as that might be.
Mainly, because outside of this house or his car or wherever Blaine found Sam alone hungry, usually cold and in dire straits? Sam rarely gave him a glance. Let alone the time of day.
A heaviness settled into the former Warbler’s eyes as he pulled two sodas from the fridge. His smile faded. And for a moment, Blaine, could be seen. Insecure, frustrated and so worried that someday? Whatever this was with Sam? Would be over when Sam no longer needed him. And then! Just like that? It was gone and his eyes were bright as day, clear as the sky and his grin ear to ear when he came up behind the couch and a can of Coke appeared over Sam’s shoulder. “You know? If you called me? You’d never have to worry about freezing to death out there again. Instead of making me find you like a stay cat wandering around wondering what the heck you’re doing to do for the night like I do most of the time.” He smiled and sat down beside Sam, lifting his hips to dig his phone from his back pocket so he could order a pizza. “But I’ll take what I can get,” he met his eyes and smiled in spite of how deeply that sentence ran, “and call it progress.” He wriggled the phone back and forth. “The usual order then?”
❛ His name is Jacob. We are very much in love and exclusive. ❜ Wholly unfazed by this sudden change in the other teenager’s attitude, pale hands provided a lazy gesture of their own before crossing both arms in defiance, teeth sunken down into his lower lip and looking positively alarmed upon the other male’s prompt insistence on already leaving. He didn’t normally find much use for petty little lies. In fact, being so well attuned to Sue Sylvester’s masterful personality, Kurt typically muchpreferred to avoid them. And yet, in that moment, something inside him pulled him into the complete opposite direction. Like gravity to a car wreck just about waiting to happen.
❛ Shouldn’t you be waiting for your coffee order? ❜
“I’m sure Jacob is a great guy. Are you sure you should be talking to me so much then?” Blaine’s gaze drifted over Kurt’s shoulder towards the pit of vipers dressed in the red, white and black colors of McKinley he liked to associate himself with. He smirked as he leaned in close, scrunching his nose and cupping his hand against the corner of his mouth like he was shielding a very important secret away from their prying eyes and, no doubt, would-be eavesdropping ears if they were close enough. “Rumors might get started, you know? I think with your circle? They’d be out of control in no time.” A conspiratorial wink later, Blaine stepped back into his own bubble of space. Amusement twinkled in hazel eyes.
“I would be if I had the chance to give my order. Why? Was that a hint? Would you like one? Mister Non-Fat Mocha with the emphasis on the NON-FAT.” Now all he could do was wait for Kurt’s reaction to the offer, not realizing the depth of what he just implied with the question.
❛i just don’t understand why no one will let me pay off the judges so we WIN. it’s not like i can’t afford it. hello – i’m RICH. i could give them anything they wanted, and daddy would give me the money to do it. which is why i don’t understand why people keep telling me NO. ❜
“As tempting as that offer might be? I think winning because we’re the most talented group on the stage is going to feel a lot better. Though. If I’m honest with you? If Mr. Schue doesn’t get us seriously focused on Sectionals sooner rather than later,” he shrugged not saying the obvious but fully insinuating with the look on his face that they might need to keep her option on the back burner. Not that he’d ever TRULY consider it. No. Not at all.
send in a ❣ for a random kiss. (roll, 12: a sad/crying kiss)
“I can’t do this anymore.” The Warbler blurted out into the quiet that fell between them. He’d been tracing the pattern in the formica of Puck’s countertop for what felt like forever. Blaine’s heart froze the second he heard himself say what he was thinking. It was meant to be bottled up and ignored. Like most things were with his feelings towards Puck and what they were doing lately.
Whatever you wanted to call it. Whatever it was or wasn’t? He was just done feeling the way he did every time he drove back to Westerville and returned to his life. While Puck returned to his. Both of them continuing for yet another week with short texts and barely there conversation like Puck was afraid one of his friends might magically see the words he was reading in their head and his entire image would be ruined.
“I can’t keep being the reason why you feel so confused. I can’t keep putting you through this. We need to stop. Not everything. But what we’re doing that friends don’t do? Puck, you need to sort things out. Learn yourself. I can help you with that but I can’t keep making it harder for you.” Inching up, Blaine’s lps found Puck’s in a kiss that wasn’t a goodbye but a pause button he knew he had to push. Soft and sweet, it lingered like Blaine was making sure he’d remember that feeling for as long as it took. Maybe forever.
A rock of heartache formed in his throat, long lashes dipped down to hide his gaze as he aimed it at the floor. “I’m sorry. I should go.”
( text : blaine ▻ delivered) or maybe she does. perhaps that would be the drama thanksgiving could use this year. unearthing the mystery of pam anderson. it would look great on my resume, though! experience with prison setting, comfortable behind bars, looks great in an orange jumpsuit. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) unfortunately, the nda i signed prevents me from giving you any details about possibly or possibly not justin timberlake. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) as grateful as i am for your assistance, blaine, you don’t understand hollywood quite like my actual assistant does. i’ll run the scandals by her. you’ll have to keep an eye out for my name floating around your school and breaking the internet like a kardashian. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) last week? it was barely damaged, no need to get all environment protector on me. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) is this your subtle attempt to get me to come home and spend time with you, squirt? ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) again, nda signed. i can neither confirm nor deny the existence of a pilot that may or may not be filming next month potentially or potentially not on the warner brother’s lot. maybe.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Can you, please, not get a record for a better acting performance for a role that doesn’t exist. OR! If one does exist. Don’t do it then either. How about you stay arrest free? Thanksgiving conversations are fine the way they are. Mostly. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Are you serious? What else did maybe Justin Timberlake confess to? You can’t end that story there! ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I might not know Hollywood but I know show choir. Scandal and gossip are part of it’s life blood. Give me a chance before you run it by this assistant of yours? Come on. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Are you okay? Did you hit your head? That would explain why you considered leaving the scene of another accident. How do you have a license? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I didn’t mean.. ( mssg » cooper | sent )
Um. Yeah? What if I said it was? Would you? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I may or may not be wishing you luck then. Let me know if you want to work on your audition with me? I could try to help you run lines? Even if it’s on Skype or whatever.
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