( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) Maybe I wouldn’t suck if you would be quiet. ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) You’re like a goddamn disney princess running around here singing every morning. No one is that happy in the morning. ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) Are you gonna act all hurt all day now?
( mssg » puck | sent ) I’m being quiet now. See? Why are you still texting me if you wanted to go back to sleep? That’s counterproductive to doing that. Don’t you think? ( mssg » puck | sent ) Says you. Maybe some of us are happy in the mornings. You might be if you didn’t spend most of the night hugging a beer. Or drank water like I did before falling asleep. You never listen. ( mssg » puck | sent ) …That answer is yet to be determined.
( sms → blaine anderson → sent ): uh, it’s cool ( sms → blaine anderson → sent ): your voice ain’t bad ( sms → blaine anderson → sent ): but the song choice is ( sms → blaine anderson → sent ):we gotta work on that
( mssg » sam | sent ) im’ stillsoryy because i don’t think most of it made sense ( mssg » sam | sent ) thanks! taht means a lot! ( mssg » sam | sent ) Wahts wrong with my song choice? ( mssg » sam | sent ) I picked taht one all for you caus it seemed liek a good idea at the time.
( mssg » sam | sent ) GEnesis is a classic choice.
send in a ❣ for a random kiss. (roll, 1: a shy kiss)
Why was he doing this? What possessed him to think what he was marching towards Kurt to do was on the same PLANET as okay? Did someone spike his coffee? No. Did he fall and hit his head at Warbler practice? No. He must’ve lost his mind. That had to be the reason why he followed Kurt out when he left his pack of hyenas and seemed to be leaving to go home. Blaine clenched the stem of the rose he bought from the woman selling them
(he never dug his wallet out as fast as the second he saw her)
outside the Lima Bean so tight, his fingers should be thankful that the thorns were already trimmed off.
By the time he caught up to him, his stomach was twisted up so tight it felt hot. His heart beat like hummingbird wings inside his chest. Hazel eyes were round, blinking owlishly when he gently tapped Kurt’s shoulder and said his name at the same time to get his attention without startling the Cheerio. Here came the proverbial cat to steal his tongue right as the other turned with the look Blaine was pretty sure was reserved only for him. Somewhere between irritation and indifference. Asking him for the time crossed his mind in a flash of doubt that it might be best to back off. Look stupid that he didn’t know he could look at his phone and not have bothered someone who hated him as much as Kurt seemed to.
Gravity betrayed him, though. Cause the poles shifted, turned themselves in the direction that had his arm lifting and that perfectly shaped rose (red, why’d he pick red?) was held out towards Kurt. Blaine watched it come up like he was having an out of body experience. One that didn’t end as he stepped closer. Before Kurt’s quicksilver tongue could cut him down, their lips met for the first time. Could be the last time, too. At least he could stop wondering what that might feel like at all hours of the day and night regardless of the outcome. He knew.
send in a ❣ for a random kiss. (roll, 2: a forehead kiss)
Blaine walked barefoot out of the bedroom having changed into a loose fitting pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and hair already twisting into loose curls from his shower to find Elliott in the living room on the sofa. “Hey, Happy Valentine’s Night,” he hummed over to him with a smile pausing by the mantle to light the vanilla and amber candles he’d picked up from the market earlier that week and saved them until today. “What do you want to watch? You pick while I make us some popcorn.”
Dark eyebrows jerked up. “Deal?”
Setting down the long stemmed candle lighter–he turned enough to give his boyfriend a content smile before walking to stand beside the couch. “Today was great, by the way. Thank you. I can’t wait to do that again next year. Only I’m spoiling you much worse. Better be prepared.” Hesitating for just a moment, Blane bent down and pressed a kiss to Elliott’s forehead. Gentle and light. Perhaps a little too careful for such a small gesture.
Then again? For the past couple weeks since what happened in the bathroom? Blaine was cautious as to not cross any boundaries out of the respect and the feelings he had for the man he smiled down at before softly squeezing his shoulder and righting himself. “If only Valentine’s lasted longer. It goes too fast.” His thumb made a circle against Elliott’s shoulder before he retracted his hand and thumbed towards the kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”
send in a ❣ for a random kiss. early vamp!adam (roll, 8: a bleeding / bloody kiss) <~ not planned, i showed receipts!
Adam always seemed appear when Blaine found himself in a not-so-great situation. Tonight wasn’t the first time. Knowing his luck? …..Probably wasn’t the last either.
The men from the docks were filtering into the city in droves now that most of the ships were ported due to another snowstorm that didn’t seem to want to let up. Which meant when the hotels, streets and houses got cold? The bars, taverns and restaurants were where everyone went to get warm. Enough of a reason to trudge through the ice cold and wind blown downpour of white flakes all the way from his apartment to work. He needed money and tonight the bar would be full of men with heavy pockets from their earnings and an abundance of alcohol. The opportunity to cash in on it was way too hard to pass up.
Now, he was the one whose pockets were full while the patrons who drank themselves into a stupor listening to him play slept their drunkenness off next to the fireplace where the owner decided to let them stay. Blaine, on the other hand, was determined to get home. Sleep in his own clean, warm (and much better smelling than dirt, sweat and alcohol) bed. Halfway home and the tall buildings made wind tunnels of snow and covered the stone underfoot in ice underneath the fresh powder. A tired body and a huge gust aimed straight down the long corridor. Blaine barely got out a yelp of surprise before he face planted on the ground.
Stars exploded behind clenched eyes. His teeth felt like they rattled in his mouth when he landed hard enough to knock the wind out of himself. Against the human body’s gut instinct to bolt upright out of the snow, Blaine laid there long enough to catch his breath before pushing himself up with scraped palms onto sore knees covering half his face with a sigh and a groan. That..hurt. Only after he opened his eyes did he realize he was face-to-face with…
“Adam?” Blaine felt his face heat up. He saw that, didn’t he?
“Promise me you’ll forget that happened,” he smiled wincing at how it hurt to do so. Without thought, the musician leaned in quickly (was it instinct now?) and kissed the other, happy and relieved to see him in spite of his embarrassment. Keeping his hands between his knees to warm them up, Blaine inched in a little closer and tilted his head to seal their lips together properly not realizing until then that he must’ve bit into his lip harder than he thought. But the pain was worth the chance to try and offer up a kiss as a means of further convincing Adam he didn’t witness his ungraceful and nowhere near charming fall mishap.
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