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Blaine wasn’t sure how he got into Kurt’s car.  Or how long it took them to get from Rachel’s house to Kurt’s.  What he was sure of??  He had a good time along the way!  The radio played and he sang along with his head against the doorframe letting the cool breeze wash over his face.  Parachute, Train, he even hummed to a random song in between telling Kurt how amazing he was that he offered to take him home.  And thanking him repeatedly.  His firm nods backed up his conviction the he thought Kurt was a good person every time (4 and counting) that said so.

Sure, tomorrow might bring a world of pain from things that happened he couldn’t remember and others that he, certainly, would.  Tonight?  Nothing hurt.  Not a single thing.  Counting to twenty while walking a straight line would probably make his head explode but!!!  Life was good.  “Kurt! Are we?  Wow.  We are,” an uneven smile and sparkling hazel eyes stared in shock from Kurt who was standing outside the car with his door open and Kurt’s house.  “That was..fast!”

Their journey inside was a stumbling mess of an arm slung around Kurt’s shoulders, Blaine grasping every other step up at the staircase railing and trying to be as quiet as possible as they climbed it and Kurt escorted him down the hall.  Surprisingly, he managed it. Except for tiny gasps when he thought he might lose his footing.  Or a giggle the one time he did when they were in the safety of Kurt’s bedroom behind his closed door.

“Is this your room,” asked Captain Oblivious as fingertips swatted for nearest thing to grab onto for balance.  They landed on Kurt’s closet

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and Blaine held it in a vice grip, shoulder on the door trying to act way more sober than he really was.  Pouting in thought, he rubbed the back.  “I like it.  It’s very you.  Kurt?  Can I ask you something?”  Oh boy.  Here we go.

theirquarterback.

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❛    I  MEAN  —–   you  smell  good  to  ME  ;  but  i’m  not  really  your  target  audience,   so …     ❜            shoulders  rise  &  fall  as  a  smile  curves  his  lips.         ❛      ———–  i  don’t  think  it’s  too  much.             it’s  way  better  than  if  you  tried  to  drown  yourself  in  axe  at  least.    ❜

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Blaine laughed, smirking in relief that he wasn’t walking around smelling like a Hershey’s bar.  “I do?  Great!  Thanks.  That’s what I was hoping for.  I don’t think I’ll ever be one of those Axe guys,” he scrunched his nose and batted his fingers in front of it like he was trying to chase off a God awful smell.  “The entire locker room smells like that nonstop during football and hockey season. Any season, really.  Now that I think about it..”  Maybe it’s a McKinley thing?  “Hockey’s just the worst.  Sometimes I wonder if I’ll choke to death on the fumes mid-swing at a punching bag.”

“They lather that stuff on.  Don’t they?”

oflettermanjackets:

I know what it feels like to spend all day trying to prove something to someone who’s never going to give two craps about you. – I rode my motorcycle, played my axe, I banged every chick in this place twice. And you know what ? None of it made me a man. What made me a man was sitting here in this room singing songs I hated next to the biggest collection of losers you’ve ever seen – them and Mr. Schue made me a man. And if you come in here, it’ll make you one too.

Independent & Selective Noah “Puck” Puckerman from FOX’s Glee. Loved by Courtney.

kurt.

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( sms : my fiancé ) And potentially equally as embarrassing. 
( sms : my fiancé ) 😶😫
( sms : my fiancé ) Didn’t I literally just give you an ultimatum? 
( sms : my fiancé ) I am not beyond raising the stakes.

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) Technically, yes.  As far as the meaning of ultimatum goes?  You, definitely, gave me one.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) With that in mind!  The issue with ultimatums is: the ultimatum-ee has to outweigh the benefits of heeding the ultimatum or ignoring it. Figure out which of the two is better.  Then decide what to do. 🤔
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Raising the stakes?  Oooh??  I’m curious to hear what you have in mind.  It may make this decision so much easier. 

miss july.

Her chuckle was dangerous, cutting through the silenced studio. He retained her undivided attention, and no one wanted to draw that onto themselves. She had almost been finished tearing this kid a new one, but that tone.  As she circled him, she could feel his anger rising. He was making this fun for her.

“Oh, wow!” she said, her expression wickedly delighted. She wanted to see how far she could push him before he lashed out in frustration. Better for him to find out in class and learn how to deal with it than make her mistake out there. “You got some guts after all. Okay. If you aren’t homesick, what’s your problem? Or do you just suck?”

She was still coming for him?  Blaine listened to Rachel suffer through her first six months with this woman.  He should have expected nothing less than her ‘trial by fire’ attitude.  But this?  This was hitting him at the worst time possible and he was quickly losing whatever patience he was desperately clinging onto.  If only out of respect for her position because she was rapidly losing it for anything else.  

Blaine knew how people like her worked.  He’d suffered worse by others who were better at it and far crueler.  And also helped someone else do the same. A bully was a bully.  Regardless of the wrappings.  Or position at a prestigious arts school his family was paying a lot of money for him to be at to learn.  Not to have a psychoanalysis done by someone who at one point?  Was a psycho.  Could you really say it was past tense listening to this conversation, though?

“I’m sorry but I fail to see how any of this,” he gestured towards the room beyond them by letting his hand fall free from where it was behind his back to gesture towards the room, “has anything to do with my personal life.”  His tongue ran along the roof of his mouth like he was coaxing down the last bitter pill of tolerance he had left.  “I apologized.  I said I’d do better and it will not happen again.  Can we, please, move on?”

sourpuss.

( sms to: blanderson ) Yeah, that’s right. When i see you I’ll give you a real one too.
( sms to: blanderson ) Oh yeah? What’s the most exciting thing you’ve done recently? Singing Lady Gaga at karaoke night instead of Katy Perry?
( sms to: blanderson ) Bite me dude.
( sms to: blanderson ) Laziness. I so don’t want to move.

( mssg » puckerman | sent ) That’d be rude but I’ve come to expect it from you.  Especially when you’re Mr. Hungover Grumpy Pants.  That finger sticks up so often, I get checked for a nervous tick if I were you.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I don’t think I’ve had it directed at me before so it’s about time it’s my turn.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I do more than karaoke, thank you very much.  Our versions of fun are just different.  You prefer to face plant into shrubbery.  I prefer to make sure the events of my evenings do not end up with me getting tangled in a bush.  To each his own.

( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I guess you could turn your bed into a bath before you try moving.  I’d suggest that seeing as how you’re going to be sore as heck after sleeping curled up on cold porcelain all night.

the best friend.

          ❝   Sorry I’m   late ,   B.     Got a little   side tracked .   ❞      Even when he’s  not  trying ,   he somehow manages to be smug about his conquest   ;    he’s not trying to push it ,   doesn’t want to leave Blaine an opening to ask what   –––    or   WHO   ––    he’d been doing.     He may tell Blaine   almost    everything ,   but he thinks Park Avenue’s   Golden Boy   might take offense to the whole ordeal.     And Sebastian could do without the judgement.   // @pianokeysandbowties​

      Blaine checked the time on his phone for the fifth time and gave the place a once over.  Still no sign of Sebastian.  If it were anyone else?  He’d think they were showing up at all and would’ve left.  But this was Sebastian and Sebastian wouldn’t just not show up.  The sound of his voice grabbed Blaine’s attention.  Hazel eyes glanced up and he smiled regardless of way his stare glinted curiously.  He blinked it away, deciding to smile and shrug instead.  “Hey!  There you are.  I was starting to wonder if you forgot,” dark brows shot up, “So!  Where next?”