Barely one sip from his coffee and Blaine was forced to watch helplessly as his cup went flying through the air and collided against the sidewalk. No amount of fumbling to catch up to in with the stupid hope that he could Neo it out of the air like some Matrix superhero was going to save him from the inevitable. The lid went flying up, coffee defied any logic of gravity and was now soaking the bottom legs of his navy blue dress pants and the bare ankles sticking out above the lips of his very grossly soaked brown leather loafers.
And the guy who knocked it out of his hand via slamming against his elbow was looking at HIM like HE was the devil!
“Sorry..,” Blaine’s apology was as low and fake as the conviction he tried to pack behind the word yet failed to. He didn’t take his gaze off the spilled contents of his cup to deliver it either.. His day barely started and this is how it was going to go. He was half-tempted to go back home and try to start over. Or at least change his pants and shoes?? Until he heard a voice that sounded familiar coming up beside him. Easy come, easy go.
Michael..?
A ray of sunshine broke through his flustered, scrunched together expression. The sight of the man he’d met just days ago brightened his eyes, smoothed out his forehead and his smile was back with a vengeance. “Oh..hey..hi. I..,” he motioned to the mess on the ground and pouted right before a laugh turned it cheerful. “I hope your day is going better than mine..?”
sebastian felt like his lips were duct-taped, and somewhere inside his head, something was screaming, but nothing ever came out. all those little things he might had wanted to say to the other, running around his head in loops, weren’t even allowed to be thought of most of the time. sebastian couldn’t dwell on them, much less say any of them out loud. anything he said would put an end to this, whatever that was (friendship?). and anything that put an end to having blaine exactly where he was, around him, wasn’t something he was prepared to do or say. after those two years, he still couldn’t believe his luck that blaine would even talk to someone like him. and if THIS, whatever it was, was all he got, then he was thankful.
he’d never been one for half truths, or polite remarks. as blaine well knew from their first up conversation, straight-forward had always been his way. but ever since the whole mess between them had gone down, and blaine had barely even wanted to see him again, sebastian had started lying. something that, contrary to popular belief, he didn’t do unless it was towards authority figures, or for rumor fun. specially not with a smile and a dismissive attitude. but THAT boy. the one that – now – only hit on blaine to make him feel better, and listened, and welcomed him any time he wanted into his door, without expecting anything back, that boy was the boy blaine needed, and to be quite honest, sebastian would have tap-danced naked on wall street if blaine had needed him to. and so he lied. easily and on stride. because that was what their relationship had become the last year. blaine talked, and he lied. it was a derisive routine they liked to follow, and sebastian wasn’t about to break it. because at least it meant blaine was there to be lied TO.
blaine was going to get enough crap from the muppets and their loud, loud, leader, once that blew up, as he knew it would, since none of them could keep their private lives, private. he didn’t need any from him too. blaine needed neutral ground. and sebastian would give it to him, and whatever else that could possibly make this better.
❝no way you know what your booty call style will be forty years from now, killer. i’ll bet five hundred on you staying the hottest of all.’ he winked. he wished he could be his young self meeting blaine THEN. maybe older blaine would like him. at least for a couple of nights. he shook away the stray thought, then smiled at the other. ‘who needs a spank bank when we got THIS?’ he asked, as he found the first captain america movie and put it to play. ‘i can grab us ice cream, if you’re too hungry to wait.’ he proposed. biting the inside of his lip as he saw blaine getting so comfortable in his home.
a twinge of longing in his lungs.
Bare toes peeked out from the edge of the blanket once he finally got it and the pillows he rested back against–sitting with his legs stretched out across the mattress to be as comfy as possible–perfectly in place. Blaine wriggled them back and forth and watched them move instead of looking up immediately. It was a means of grounding himself and battling past the idea that he should leave once and for all. He managed to shut down the afterthought of how long it was proper to stay as soon as stopped. A jumbled brain was what he came here to escape…and he was making a mess out of the attempt at this rate.
A half-hearted laugh, embarrassedly flattered as always though, scrunched the edges of his eyes together as he dared to unglue his eyes from his toes and fix his attention back on Sebastian. “Me? Are you serious? Highly doubtful. I’d take that bet if there was any way to prove it. I mean, we’re going to disagree on who the winner is. I’d say it was you. You’d say it was me. We’d argue. No one would ever get the pay out. Plus? Who gets to be the judge? But…,” he sighed and pulled the covers up to pool around his waist not realizing he’d been fidgeting with the edge of the blanket this entire time until he moved his hands. Of course that nervous habit was stopped the very second he was conscious of it and he took to smoothing out the plush cotton underneath his fingers instead. “Thank you..,” his head bowed in a curt nod.
Then his face went pink and he stuttered for a second, not expecting wank bank to come at him out of the blue. That was Sebastian though! Zipping both of them back to their usual dynamic. As unusual of a friendship as it was, Blaine cherished whatever they were together for that reason above all others. Sebastian could be trusted to drive a wrench into the cogs of a failing machine right before it fell apart. Especially when that machine was Blaine’s brain, wits. Whatever. “I..,” his cheeks puffed right before a woosh of an exasperated breath was blown through puckered lips. “Um. Exactly. Cap provides all of that that you need.” And the boy who could throw around masturbation topics like discussing the weather to his boyfriend a year ago dissolved into a bumbling mess with wank bank. Why? ..Why ask or even think of why? Dangerous path best left untrodden..
“I think I’m okay. With the amount of food we have coming? I should probably wait until after it’s here.” Food seemed like such a far away idea that he completely forgot about til here. Waking up in New York City after what happened, the phone messages, the begging that went unanswered and..the flight home. He’d been numb all day. Eating was the furthest thing from his mind and nothing sounded good anyway. Not even the peanuts that were waiting for him in his seat. Sebastian bringing it up reminded him. Sure, he might be a little hungry now. Maybe starving if he focused on it but he could wait a while longer. “Some more water would be great. Or tea? Tea would be even better. And then maybe you could get comfortable, too? You don’t have to helicopter over me. I promise. I’m not running out the door,” he gave him a crooked smile again and gave the mattress a pat right beside his hip. “And if you stay standing there? I’m going to get a crick in my neck on top of everything. It’s really not fair how tall you are. Have I told you that lately?” It was his attempt to show him he was more okay than he actually was. A joke. A means of making the fretting boy smile. That’s what he needed to see the most.
Just to know that he hadn’t made another colossal mistake.
“ Yeah, I guess you’re right. For once. ” of course she had to tease him to some degree. The sheer kindness felt out of her comfort zone at this point, especially considering how serious the situation was becoming. “ I don’t know why I come to you for help — you’re like, REALLY sappy. It’s kind of gross. ” but that didn’t mean she didn’t like it.
Blaine was grateful for the teasing. They were both so miserable. Neither one of them had the energy to poke at the other in the few days they’ve spent together. Losing Kurt was one thing but a major part of their dynamic was missing and it only reminded him of how different everything felt. Clinging to the moment–Blaine grabbed onto her hand so tight that his fingers didn’t stop until their palms were flat against one another so he could bounce the back of Santana’s against his knee until it was perfectly in place right where it landed. A lopsided grin told her how happy he was for the sliver of NORMAL she gave him. “If that’s gross? I can make this disgusting by saying I’m glad you’re here. Cause–honestly–I don’t think I can be like this with anyone. Not yet anyway. So, thank you.”
In Character Social Media
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Tumblr (y / n): Blaine uses tumblr mostly for following some of his favorite musicians or musicals as well as indulging himself on some fanfiction now and then.
Plus, those showchoir blogs, too!!
Instagram (y / n): Instagram is one of his favorite social media sites. He loves keeping up with friends posts and indulges himself in posting snippets of projects he’s working on. Especially later on in life when more of his friends are busy and/or scattered throughout the states and when he’s becoming more known on Broadway and in the music industry. It’s a great means of keeping in touch with the people who want to know what you’re up to.
Facebook (y / n): Blaine isn’t too into facebook. It’s his least used social media outlet. Mainly uses it to post generic things or say hi to people he’s not overly close to. He’d rather just text or call someone rather than use messenger.
Twitter (y / n): Twitter is another way Blaine keeps up to date with his favorite artists, etc. Doesn’t really use it for his own personal stuff until later on down the road and then it’s mostly tied in with his Instagram posts.
Pinterest (y / n): Doesn’t use it often but has been known to indulge himself on getting ideas for organizing, etc. Now, Dad!Blaine? Pinterest junkie! He’s craft dad extraordinaire to a ‘please hold him back’ level. Think Puppet Master Blaine only with a little kid to entertain. Scary stuff. 😛
Youtube or Twitch (y / n): Blaine uses twitch for game mods but doesn’t really use it for anything else. Youtube? Now and then. Mostly for mindless entertainment purposes.
Others (bold if apply):
Snapchat || MySpace || Reddit || 4Chan || Discord || Skype || Uses Dark Web
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like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!
❛ Can’t you just go find some place else to get your lousy cappuccino? Some of us are actually trying to socialize. ❜
“Um.Sorry. The last time I checked, we were in Lima, Ohio. There aren’t many options for good coffee. So, no. I don’t know why my being in line would prevent you from socializing. Other than, you know, you stopping to ask me why I am here. You can go back to what you were doing and ignore me while I get my drink. Which is a medium drip, by the way. NOT a cappuccino. Sort of a win/win for both of us then, isn’t it?”
// Ames and I and one other person were out of the frame in the video. But! You can see my hand in the interview. SO! Check out my music video debut by clickie clickie above (awesome guide drawn by me)! Sadly, since Ames @sterling-in-indieland is the size of a toaster, you can’t see her. Poor lil girl was too smol.
“ If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left. ”
“That’s just it, Santana. You have me. We have each other. No matter what, you aren’t going to lose me. You can’t. Okay? We’ll figure things out from here. I mean..if we’ve hit the bottom.. The only way we can go is up. Right..?”
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