pianokeysandbowties

michael.

With a soft chuckle, Michael nods and agrees. “Only reason I haven’t tried to make that work is I can’t get as sweet of a deal anywhere like where I’m at.” That deal being no one legally on record renting his apartment. He had no social security on him, hadn’t yet memorized it when he left home. Even if he could get his hands on a fake ID there was much, much more paperwork that went into even just renting a home. One of his wealthier clients some time ago had known a few. Michael didn’t ask what her job was so long as her connections helped him even if the woman’s main motivation was herself- more specifically her plaything for the month being clean and well-rested. She got bored eventually but he kept the deal with the owner of the property so long as he kept quiet and paying the bills.

Suddenly the other man was looking at him in sync with Apple and Michael felt the need to try and stifle a laugh then and there. He does his best, not wanting to have to explain what was so funny to him. “Don’t worry, I’m not on a schedule or anything.” Even if he were, this was the sort of meeting he didn’t mind taking the time for, not when no schedule that he did have would ever be strict. There were no proper hours to either the dog walking or the street walking.

“You aren’t?” Blaine felt a furry butt wiggling against his belly and gave Apple a scratch behind one ear. Michael’s eyes were bright, on the cusp of a laugh, but Blaine chalked it up to them both being content to be where they are. All three of them, actually. And that was that. Though Michael’s apparent contentment made his own bubble up and soon enough he was smiling so big that the corners of his eyes pinched together and he gave the dog a hug just because.

“Great!” Apparently his happiness radiated to the dog who jumped off his lap and went back to her walker, lifted up her front paws and batted at his leg. Someone wanted up. Blaine didn’t move much. Just enough to take a sip of the coffee he sat beside his leg and forgot about until he was dog free. “Can I buy you a coffee? You brightened my day with her,” he blurted out of the blue, only turned a teeny bit crimson over his nose and cheeks and thumbed over his shoulder. “I.. I don’t think they let dogs in but the coffee shop a block up does. It’s the least I can do for you indulging me.”

Standing up, FINALLY, he brushed his hands on the hems of his pants legs and bent down to pick up his cup, looking up at Michael with a quirk of a brow. “The company would be pretty great. I don’t have anywhere to be until later.” Rehearsal could start without him. It wasn’t like Rachel would mind singing her heart out until he was there.

elliott-starchild :

“Shhh,” Elliott just shushed Blaine with a finger gently against his lips, pairing it with a soft, loving little smile on his face – but it was a way of denial almost. Elliott didn’t always know what Blaine saw in him, especially on days like this when he really was being really rather pathetic, and a hell of a party-pooper.

But he did know he loved Blaine, and for better or for worse, Blaine loved him too.

“Just – hang on a second.” Elliott knelt back on his feet and pulled his now wet flannel off, leaving just the black shirt underneath, which gave him the ability to lean forwards over the tub again, one hand moving to Blaine’s neck. His thumb stroked the others cheek, fondness even in such a simple little action.

“That’s better.” He was much more comfortable like this, and it just felt more natural than leaning all over the place with a half soaked shirt.

“Blaine, baby, I mean what I said. You’re so good for me, and you mean so much to me too. You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.”

Maybe boyfriend. Hopefully boyfriend, or he’d look like a proper idiot right about now.

Blaine’s feet slid against the porcelain as he bent his knees bringing them up as he quieted down. Bubbles that clung in patches against his skin made the faintest crackling noises he heard like thunder in the silence. He didn’t want to ruin this so fast. They were only starting out, after all. But it seemed his mouth was going to get far too ahead of his brain and that might be exactly what he did if he didn’t learn.

A brief nod and he waited. ‘Hanging on’ as Elliott instructed, curious hazel gaze never once leaving his boyfriend as he licked his lips and tasted the both of them on his skin. Elliott coming nearer splashed a wave of warm relief through his chest and helped ease his clenched stomach he hadn’t realized was starting to cramp until now.

Underneath Elliott’s thumb, his cheek shifted up. A hesitant smile freed his lip from the row of front teeth that bit down against it. Baby. Boyfriend. Words that reassured and coaxed him back from the doubt his thoughts were dragging him off to.

“That’s all I want to be,” he confessed while wrapping his fingers around Elliott’s wrist to keep the touch exactly where it lingered. “I’m sorry. I just really don’t want to ruin this.” His head turned and he pressed a kiss to Elliott’s palm before settling his cheek where it moved from.

“Not this time.. Not for any reason. So.. That’s what we are then?”

“…Boyfriends?” You couldn’t blame him for wanting to hear it again. Could you?

sebastian.

_{( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) I’ll make sure to bring my charm.}_{( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) You always get so bashful when I use it, killer..}

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Is it even possible for you to leave your house without it? I don’t think so.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) …I do not. No idea what you’re talking about at all, Sebastian..

kurt.

_{The cheerleader’s eyes narrowed. He probably had a point. Lack of options aside, even Kurt couldn’t quite possibly deny the local Starbucks had begun to aim for mediocre. ❛ You were obviously trying to get my attention. ❜}

Blaine was growing increasingly flustered. The McKinley Cheerio never failed to make his insides twist up and his fingers ache to curl into a fist he could beat against a punching bag because he secretly hated being made to feel like this. No matter how hard he tried to brush it off with nonchalance? Kurt’s attitude always busted past those carefully constructed barriers he put around his very well practiced air of confidence and self-esteem where it nipped and picked at a part of him he wished he wasn’t there. Frustration twisted to anger should be easier. Come on, Blaine. Just make it happen. “No. I wasn’t. See? That’s the thing Kurt. I didn’t even realize you were here.” Liar. “I wouldn’t have noticed you if you didn’t go out of your way to make sure I heard your discontent. So.. Who was trying to get who’s attention? You tell me.”

The front door was already left open to let the a cool breeze into Blaine’s home in Westerville. Dave’s invitation to come in whenever he got there was already sent via text before Blaine cut him off so he could make the drive safely. Long, off white curtains billowed with the air inside the music room adjacent to the foyer. Close enough that Blaine might’ve heard him come in if the piano wasn’t the object of most of his attention. Today was the first day he could touch it without his hands shaking. Music that he made filled his ears and it felt like coming home.

A hesitant shadow caught his attention by the doorframe. Enough that he flicked a curious glance towards it only to see David leaning against it watching. With no clue how long he’s been there, Blaine’s olive skin flushed a soft pink and his chin lifted to catch up with his gaze now aimed in that direction. An easy smile curved his lips and the music paused long enough for him to whisper, “You made it. How long have you been here? You could have thrown something at me to get my attention. I just..it’s been a while and,” his breath left through his nose as his lips pinched together and he shrugged just once happy to be happy. It was as simple as that.

@heartsofvalor

rachel.

Maybe this was part of why she was so glad that he was still
here. He could make her feel better about everything in an instant and she
didn´t even feel guilty for smiling. Rachel knew it was a stupid thing, to feel
guilty about feeling better in the first place, Finn would have wanted her to
be happy again, but sometimes she couldn´t help it. She knew Kurt felt the same
way and whenever they talked about it they started crying. Right now she didn´t
feel like crying at all though, she felt like smiling.

“You know,” She began, yelping slightly when she was pulled
even closer to him. Her lips curved into a smile and for a moment Rachel simply
relaxed, closing her eyes. So what if being happy wasn´t all that bad? It
didn´t mean that losing Finn hurt any less, but maybe this was their way to
deal with it. “You should,” She finally spoke again, turning her head ever
slightly so she could look up at him. “And you shouldn´t worry so much about
it. Honestly, it looks great.”

Her lips were still curled into a smile, her full attention
on Blaine now and the movie almost forgotten as it played in the background. “It´s
what makes you stick out, you know? And I mean in a good way. People will
remember you by that hair and in New York you´ll want to be remembered. Maybe
keep it that way as long as you´re here and then when you´re here for good you
can let the curls run free again,” Rachel smiled, snuggling into him even
further. “Barbra dared to be bold and stuck to her true self, so you should do
the same. Finn was always true to himself and that´s what I loved about him.”

Now that they were snuggled in so close together that he had the chance to wrap his arms completely around her, Blaine did exactly that after relaxing back against the wall of pillows she had on her bed (seriously, how does such a tiny person need this many pillows?) for support. Then used his hold, first dropping the leg beside her and stretching it out, to pull her right up against his chest. Once there, with relative ease and a little nudging, Rachel was cradled between his knees once he was in the clear to bend the one he nudged her over again. There. Perfect. Rachel had herself a Blaine cocoon and he had a pillow to rest his chin down on top of. That being her thick hair and the top of her head.

A laugh huffed out of his chest, breath warm across the strands of hair just under his mouth. “Okay. Deal. I try walking around with moderate to light gel in my hair for the next couple of days and you have to go out to dinner with me and Kurt so I have two people to hide me from view if I start to get self conscious about it. Fair enough?” One foot went in the direction of the nearest blanket that was no where close enough for him to reach without messing up their very comfortable position.

“You should grab that because I’m thinking a blanket is the only way to make this even better.” A little warmth would do them both some good. His mind wandered to Kurt in the ‘room’ not very far off. If he woke up, he’d know to come here. They could make a pile on the bed for all he cared. The closer they were to each other, it seemed the less it hurt. There was healing there, right? Before..it was 50/50 on if it made things better or reminded them of who they lost. “Any other tips for how I should blend, but not too much, for this soon to be brand new New Yorker?”

ofscarllet.

[ mssg : blaine 🐤 ] I’m not doing anything
[ mssg : blaine 🐤 ] i just really miss my boyfriend
[ mssg : blaine 🐤 ] Yeah, i found to make the cookies even softer and more moist
[ mssg : blaine 🐤 ] I always play fair. I’m just showing you my love.
[ mssg : blaine 🐤 ] 😘😘😘😘😘

( mssg » barry | sent ) You know perfectly well what you’re doing! Don’t pretend to be innocent with me. Don’t you dare. I know better!
( mssg » barry | sent ) I.. Why did you have to say that? Ugh..
( mssg » barry | sent ) I miss you, too.
( mssg » barry | sent ) You promising cookies that are better than your already amazing ones is NOT playing fair! It’s the EXACT opposite!!
( mssg » barry | sent ) Fine. I love you, too.
( mssg » barry | sent ) PS. Those better be some really, really good cookies. 😣

dancescircles:

“ I may not be much of a wide-eyed ingenue anymore, but I can still dance circles around any of you. ”

CASSANDRA JULY FROM GLEE
INDEPENDENT & SEMI-SELECTIVE

kurt.

_{text — blaine ; I definitely don’t have a date to the wedding, if that’s what you were wondering.
text — blaine ; Nor do I have a Valentine.
text — blaine ; I guess it kind of helps that he’s British.
text — blaine ; Personally, I’m still trying to figure out whether I’d rather be a part of team up- or downstairs. I mean, sure, Mrs. Padmore’s cooking’s no doubt to die for, and there’s really no beating Mrs. Hughes and Carson’s budding romance, but there’s something about Violet Crawley that just speaks to me.
text — blaine ; Probably because we’re the same age.}

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh? You don’t..? And, yes, I was wondering.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) No Valentine either? I guess that goes hand in hand with the no date for the wedding thing. But you never know what could happen once you’re home…
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I mean..I’m just over the moon that I get to see you again.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You are so Violet. Who can argue that? Plus! She’s played by the woman who I swear is your twin separated from birth and decades apart. 😛
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt..? Is it okay if I ask you something?