send in a ❣ for a random kiss. (roll, 16: a platonic kiss) for sam evans
Blaine meant every word he said. That without Sam these past couple months, he didn’t know how he would’ve made it out of bed most mornings. After his confession of feeling like he was the worst person on the planet, the blond made it a point to do everything in his power to show Blaine he wasn’t. He’d even gone so far as to stay the night on occasion when Blaine was having one of his worst of his not-so-good days.
Like tonight.
They were sitting in front of the television, game controllers in their hands firing off round after round on Call of Duty until their eyeballs felt too dry to keep staring at the screen. Another snowfall began hours ago and he could see it clearly through the large french doors that lead from the kitchen onto an outdoor patio already covered in white. The hot chocolate Blaine suggested he should make warmed his hand as Blaine shifted his attention from the dizzy spinning flakes falling in the dark to Sam’s reflection in the glass windowpanes. A lopsided grin tugged the corner of his mouth upwards.
“I think I’d be lost without you, you know?” Tangling their fingers together, Blaine tugged Sam down just enough that he could rise up and press a kiss to the other’s cheek ignoring how his belly did one of those spinning cartwheels as he lowered back down. “Just.. Thanks. For being such a good person, Sam. One of the best, actually.” Because that’s what Sam was.
Blaine is your typical ‘be a better person tomorrow than you were today’ sort of guy. His family truly wouldn’t accept anything less. Working hard for where they are today began generations ago with an immigrant great-great grandfather who came from nothing, Americanized their name to start over in the United States and starting over meant there was only one option on the table. Succeeding. His mother’s side is of the same sort of ilk that his father’s family is built upon. Hardworking, dedicated. Closet perfectionists that are harder on themselves than their peers and even family could be. Everything that Blaine is, is a combination of Ranie and Pamela Anderson’s efforts and personalities. Except.. He wasn’t part of the plan. Nor was his sexuality.
Cooper was the first one to notice in spite of Blaine’s love of boxing, fencing and polo..he was softer than most boys his age and loved dance, music and theater as much as he did the other stereotypical ‘boyish’ things Ranie preferred for his sons. His older brother had his suspicions confirmed when he caught Blaine having to GI Joe’s get married one afternoon and asked him why. Blaine explained that one day he wanted to marry a boy and have a wedding just like this. Cooper took the dolls and forbade Blaine ever touch them. Blaine, looking up to his older brother, did as he was told. From then on, Cooper attempted to shield Blaine’s sexuality from their father who was always distant with the son he hadn’t planned on. Until age 14 when Blaine outright told the entire family he liked boys and not girls. From then on, Ranie did his best to convert his son by various projects, sports, anything he could think of. Only to fail miserably.
The distance grew after Cooper left. Eventually, Blaine spent his middle school years mostly alone in an empty house. His father splits time between three hospitals and his mother travels often between pharmaceutical companies. Sebastian Smythe was his closest and dearest friend from childbirth on. Their families interweaved through their father’s relationship in college. Sebastian is precious to Blaine. In spite of his lifestyle that Blaine isn’t sure he is overly thrilled about. In the aftermath of an attack at his middle school Blaine has kept a secret? He spends most, if not all of his time living in the penthouse apartment of his older brother or with Sebastian. A ray of sunshine that lights up the room, he’s avoided attention from Gossip Girl for the most part. Except being listed as one of the Four Gays Of The Apocalypse. Who knows how long that will last? Seeing as how that ray of sunshine comes with a few shadows he’d rather not let anyone see.
connections. -Sebastian Smythe: Childhood friend who is the person Blaine considers himself closest to. Sebastian knows about Blaine’s attack and was there to help him through it. Since then, Seb has been protective of Blaine. Sometimes a little too protective, but Blaine would rather have that than the opposite. He’s, also, the one constant in Blaine’s life other than Cooper. Blaine may not approve of some of the ways Sebastian spends his time. But, he’s dealing with it seeing as how he may be spending some of his time in ways Sebastian may not be too fond of either. -Kurt Hummel: Kurt and Blaine began as friends tied together for the love of theater and performing arts. They soon developed into a friends with benefits sort of relationship that is kept on the downlow. Both of them would prefer to keep it to themselves and have agreed on the terms that there are no feelings besides friendship attached. Though, Blaine’s struggling to uphold that end of the deal (for reasons unknown)–a few guys he’s slept with after nights with Kurt have been his way of pushing them aside. -Rachel Berry: Former beard. Now, very close friend. Rachel and Blaine met in the summer before freshman year. Their love of Broadway and all things musicals pulled them together much like him and Kurt. Rachel and Blaine came up with the idea for her to be his beard when he confessed to her he didn’t want his sexuality being the only thing people associated him with when they began their high school years. Though he left out the main reason why. After coming out in his sophomore year when he thought it was safer to do so, Rachel remained a friend close enough she’s nearly a sister to him. -More TBA:
❛ Perhaps you should allow me the option of buying you brunch first. ❜
“Brunch? I thought you just told me to go? You don’t have to feel obligated to change your mind. It’s not like I’m not going to show up to work because you asked me to leave. So? If that’s what this is about? I’d rather avoid another hour or two of awkwardness for the trade off of a quick bite to eat. Thanks, though. Really. Thanks.”
“ can you do me a favor and just shut up for two seconds ?” she snaps , side eyeing him . she couldn’t believe the odds that he was the partner she was trapped with for this stupid project . she’d already r e g r e t t e d signing up for it as one of her gen eds , but now she wondered if it would be worth it to just drop it even if it gave her in incomplete grade .
Stunned, Blaine turned his attention from his notebook to her. He kept his mouth shut for a beat or two as hazel eyes underneath a set of arched brows read back and forth across hers. “Yeah. Sure. No problem.” Plucking up his cellphone, he checked the time and sat back. He could do both of them one better. Offer to do the work himself if it was too much for her to handle. Or pick things up tomorrow so he could leave and make an early train home. Giving her a few minutes before he put those options on the table out of the simple fact he’d rather get this project done. Then focus on several others he had stacked on top of this one. All while trying to help Rachel get settled in her new place, spend time with his husband and do that thing called sleep
psa. I want a passionate ship — a ship that has heart stopping angst, that allows your muse to pin mine against a wall and make out with them if they have the desire to, that makes me make the most inhuman noises when they are even close to one another, that let’s the muses just let their development fly and soar to new levels everyday, that will make me yell at you forever and ever for making me ship them more and more. I want that type of ship.
Guitar on his back, Sam walked through the streets of Lima, a little defeated. His beloved truck was out of gas, so he had to leave it in his Mom’s driveway until he could afford to fill it up. Hopefully it would only be a couple more days, but he felt a little lost without it. He was trying to figure out where he was going to stay that evening when a car pulled up at the side of him. The driver was the familiar Blaine Anderson, who had been kind enough to let Sam crash at his place a few times. They WEREN’T friends as such, well maybe they were but Sam would never label them as such, but Blaine helped Sam out when he needed it. He didn’t like it when people took PITY on him, so when Blaine offered his help, Sam declined every single time, but Blaine was always insistent.
Blaine was here like Superman again, offering him a place to sleep and telling him to get in his car. Sam wanted to argue, he wanted to assure the other male that he would be FINE but he was tired, he was famished and he just wanted to go somewhere safe for the night. He quietly agreed to the offer, and gave Blaine a fist bump before he climed in the passenger side of the car. “I appreciate it, man.” Sam said, cleaning his throat.
Fortunately for Sam Evans as it began to get dark outside? The former Warbler only just began his drive back to Westerville after a study / relationship advice session with Rachel when he passed him on street. Ready to argue against Sam arguing that he didn’t want to bother him, Blaine hit the button for the window to roll down and had the words ‘I insist’ on the tip of his tongue when the blond, surprisingly, got in the car without any coaxing whatsoever. That was new. “Hey! Yeah. No problem.” A fist bump later, Blaine had company for the drive and Sam had a roof over his head for as long as he needed it. That was how they seemed to work.
Their time on the road felt like it barely started (compared to how long it seemed when he was alone) before they pulled up the long driveway to Blaine’s house. Having Sam with him always made the miles go by faster. Whether they talked or drove in silence. It felt good to have him there. No one called out when they entered in spite of the lights glowing through the downstairs windows. “You know the drill. Make yourself at home.” Blaine tossed his coat onto a chair in the living room and toed off his shoes next to the chair. “I’ll get dinner ordered. Italian sound good?” Two steps from the doorway back to the hall, he paused and glanced over his shoulder giving Sam a thoughtful look. “You know I meant what I said in the car, right? It’s never a problem,” his lips curved into a small smile. “Oh! And! Thanks for not arguing this time. Even though I had my own argument locked and loaded.”
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