reblog this with what your parents almost named you
Curiously watching her from across the courtyard, it was easy to see the girl had something on her mind. He knew, first hand twice, what it felt like to be the new kid coming to school in the middle of the year. The first time was the worst. At least for a few days until the welcoming committee at Dalton introduced him to enough students that he lost that knot in his stomach feeling. McKinley didn’t have anything like that by a long shot. Lucky for him, he had Kurt and was familiar with a lot of the glee kids when he came here. The transition for him was more mental and a few personality conflicts that surfaced within a week or two. But doing it alone? That had to be awful.
“Hi.. I’m Blaine.” A brown, leather satchel came to rest on the concrete next to her spot onthe stairs overlooking the courtyard below. Blaine smiled politely before taking a seat. Slinging his legs over the ledge, he rested his forearms on the railing that kept them from toppling over and gave the students below a glance. Then his full attention was back on her. His voice was purposefully soft, as if he was worried he might be intruding. “I saw you in Biology. Are they making you introduce yourself to every class? They asked me to do that when I first came here,” he faked a shudder, “Don’t they realize by the end of the day, it’s just more than a little weird?”
“Alright. So. Here’s the thing,” Blaine’s voice greeted Claire from behind as he carried two drinks they’d ordered from the barista in the way too busy coffee shop. It was a miracle they were able to snag a table without having to stare down someone else for it. “I’m thinking so what if we’re both single for Valentine’s Day. I have a solution for that. Because neither one of us is going to spend it alone and wallowing in self pity.” His smile spread wide, brightening his eyes along with it. “I say you and me,” he sat her drink down beside her hand and pointed back and forth between his chest and hers. “We go out, get dinner. Eat obnoxiously fattening desserts and see where night takes us.”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged before taking a seat, “What do you think? Could be FUN?”
♪♬ INDEPENDENT BLAINE ANDERSON FROM FOX’S GLEE. AS LOVED BY J. ♬♪
Starter Call!
// I’m online and working on replies at the moment. But! Consider this a starter call for any verse! If you have a specific one in mind, just put it in a comment! Or I’ll randomly pick whatever! Can be crossover, canon, whatever ya like! Hit that heart! I’m here and ready to mingle!
Kass cocked her head to the side. “Depends. What’s the other choice?” She asked, her green eyes meeting his. “Because you know I’d wear almost anything. Including that. But I also have some sense of fashion….”
The back of his head came to rest on her chest as she towered over him still. A comfy place to be but she had to be getting a crook in her back by now from hunching down towards his chair to keep hugging him?? Maybe not! Hey, it was her choice to keep standing that way! Who was he to turn a hug down anyway? Definitely not.
Called out on his bluff with a second option for her to get out of losing the bet (he hadn’t thought that far ahead), Blaine paused and hummed dramatically. “Oh! I’m not sure. Give me a second to think of something. Because that’s a really hideous dress and seeing you in it was the sole purpose of cheating on the bet anyway.” A blink, he cringed inwardly. “I–ah–you did remember I was already here.. Didn’t you?” Way to let that slip if she forgot! Great job, Blaine!
The Lima Bean was packed since school was out for two days. The rest of the Warblers who straggled behind after dropping Trent off for the weekend already claimed two tables near the windows. Laughs and shouts of joy echoed from their table. Blaine was the only one stuck at the counter. He quietly drummed his fingers on the bleach-water faded wood for a good five minutes making sure to keep enough space for the person who had yet to claim the coffee that’d been sitting there the entire time of his wait. Then it dawned on him when he saw the name written on the side of the cup. Finn.
Kurt’s brother? How’d he miss the ceiling tall boy not two people away with his nose in his phone, mouth pressed tight in concentration as he tapped out a message? Only meeting him twice before this, it still boggled Blaine’s sober mind at how Kurt and he were family. Sure, it was through marriage, but the contrast of personalities was beyond crazy to compare. They seemed to have a great relationship though. One that Blaine wished he could have with his brother. Too far apart in age, you know? Plus it was hard for Cooper to make time to visit anymore. Blaine got that but watching the two of them made him wish they had that sort of relationship regardless if it was possible or not.
Finn still hadn’t picked up his drink by the time Blaine heard his own named called and quickly retrieved his and Finn’s. “Hey. I think this is yours,” his smile was warm and open as he approached and held the cup out. “It’s nice to see you again, Finn. Where’s everyone else?”
// Can you please stop being so freaking..UGH! Adorable! Sweet! Just a freaking cute bean that I want to hug the hell out of? Cause..you’re just too perfect for words, okay? The feeling is a billion times mutual and ilysm!!! Not enough heart eyes in the world for you!
“Yeah. Absolutely. Cure for frozen bones, that’s… probably what she was going for.” He playfully muffled those last few words against the rim of his mug as he took another sip, licking the remaining nog off his lips. He could make fun of Grandma Esther’s very likely semi-alcoholism but bottom line was that recipe was delicious and it certainly livened the hell up of any party. Even if he had been able to enjoy that particular effect of the beverage, he was sure that in that scenario, he wouldn’t need it. All those melancholic thoughts that took over at night, keeping Barry from sleeping a wink, Blaine had swept away without even trying. Just by existing that young man managed to get past all the burden that had befallen him all those years and get to the person the scientist used to be, to the point he suspected if he thought about the kind of man he had turned into, he wouldn’t recognize himself; he would be unable to justify what at other times come across as almost logical. That was one of his favorite things about Blaine ( he was trying to cut down on those, for the list was getting too long for it to be normal ): not only was he the kind that would brighten one’s mood just by walking into the room– he also inspired him to want to be a better person around him.
“You could have used being a pretty lucid sleepwalker in school?” Although, especially through college, that was what some days felt like in school, dragging his feet through hallways after having gotten close to not sleep, barely able to put two and two together. He figured that must have been the experience of most students. “Oh–” Eyebrows shot in surprise. “And I mean… am I worth the special occasion, or did you wanna tell me your friend’s name so I don’t accidentally bring this up if I ever meet ‘im?” In spite of his joke, Barry knew perfectly well the answer to the first question was the one he was looking forward to the most. “Right?” he couldn’t help agreeing as he looked around his home. “I’m looking for a place of my own ‘cause, you know– it’s long overdue, but… I don’t know, I’ve lived in here since I was eleven except when I left for college.” He glanced his way and shrugged his shoulder with a tight smile, as a way to apologize for not being able to come up with clearer words. “I don’t know, it’s hard to picture myself anywhere but here.” Or perhaps it was the people living inside the house he couldn’t see himself away from. Blaine’s next move caught him off guard, and for a second, Barry looked adopted an awestruck, flushed, foolish expression, like a teenager omg-ing inside after their crush turned to talk to them for the very first time. “Yeah. Sure.” A bright grin on his lips, he put his own mug aside, dusting his hands off in his jeans before he took Blaine’s, leading towards the dining room. “We always go for the more… traditional kinda theme. You know, tinsels and candy canes and mistletoe and… the kinda stuff you see on an NBC Christmas Special, I guess.”
“Couldn’t we all? Okay. Only if I could’ve gotten some of my work done while half-asleep.” He mused over the rim of his mug savoring the smell of cinnamon and eggnog underneath his nose. A small huff of laughter caused a rippling wave in the thick liquid. “Scratch that. I’m pretty sure I did pull that off on more than one occasion now that I’ve thought about it.” Stopping at the question, Blaine lowered his mug and ran the edges of the top row of his teeth across the corner of his bottom lip. “You would be the special occasion. You and your company,” his voice was lower and waivered just a tad. A bit of insecurity showed in how his smile jerked back into place, wobbly at first but still there. Was that too much? Did he imply too much with that? Christ, he didn’t want to scare him off by crossing a line he wasn’t sure where the beginning was.
“I haven’t had anyone at my place or actually showed up to somewhere I was invited to for a Christmas or two,” he tried justifying his answer without dismissing the fact that he was truly happy that Barry was the one to break the cycle of only phone calls and dinners for one that tapered off to nothing special after the first depressing year of way too many leftovers by being someone he found himself incapable of saying no to or giving some flimsy excuse to avoid visiting. “So..yeah. I meant the first part way more than the second.” Considering the person in question and Barry meeting was about as far from a possibility that it could be.
Jumping at the chance for a change of subject. Both from where he might’ve put his shoe in his mouth and possibly lead the conversation into topics far too dismal for the last waking hours of Christmas night. Blaine hopped off of the couch and followed happily behind Barry stopping in front of the tree with a slack jawed look of awe. The tree was beautiful from the distant view of the living room. Seeing it up close though? Filled Blaine’s stomach and chest with a warmth that put the one from the spiked eggnog to shame. “It’s gorgeous,” he reached out and carefully pressed the tip of his finger underneath a particularly shiny golden icicle shaped ornament smiling at the warped and weird reflection of them on it’s surface. “NBC Christmas Special or not? You can tell happy people put this together and that’s what’s important. Isn’t it?” His head cocked to the side and he made an unconscious pout as he moved the ornament to the left and right watching it gleam and shine. Definitely a house full of happiness and love. All shown in the pretty package of a tree that was utterly breathtaking. Not that it needed it. You could feel it radiating from the walls here.
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