j ! you adorable cupcake, you. you are seriously one of the sweetest people i have ever met in the rpc and beyond and i’m so thankful that i get to be your friend and talk to you literally every day because you are SO precious and i’m such a loser i don’t even know why / how you put up with me because w o w. i am so not worthy. i’m totally in love with your blaine (the blainiest blaine to ever blaine) and think you are such a talented little writer!! everything you put out is literally golden, so in character i die & i’m just squeeing every time you get online or i see you mention kurt in one of your other threads (which i’m pretty sure you know and do on purpose). i just love you & blaine so much??? ❀◕ ‿ ◕❀
for every ♡ i receive, i’ll dish out a compliment / @pianokeysandbowties( accepting! )
// You know when you read one of those posts that people write about you and you’re just utterly speechless? Like all your words are gone and you don’t even remember your own language anymore? That’s what this post did to me. You are such a phenomenal person/writer/kurt/everything and I’m lucky that we crossed paths. Even luckier that I got to keep you around. I’m keeping you. No if’s and’s or but’s. Okay?
( mssg » killer 🍑 |sent ) Like what? I have no idea what you’re thinking I was insinuating. ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) It’d actually be my honor to come over, killer. ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Popcorn? That’s a new word for libido. I truly envy your creativity.
( mssg » sebastian |sent ) Oh! Right! No insinuation whatsoever. How did I forget? You’re pure and innocent. How dare I make that mistake??
( mssg » sebastian |sent ) Really? So that’s a yes? ( mssg » sebastian |sent ) Once again.. You never cease to surprise me on how fast you lose the ‘pure and innocent’ title within seconds of trying so hard to earn it.
❛ There’s nothing I love more in life than a scolding hot shower. It’s the symbol of human dignity that separates us from the chimps. ❜
“Separates us from the–what? Why are you like this? Wait. Don’t answer that. The real question has already been answered. Also known as why were you in there for so long..? Mystery solved.”
A hint of smile crept up on the corners of Kurt’s mouth as his boyfriend’s lips finally met with his own. They had found themselves in this exact position many times before. Having shared many a sleepover ever since before they even first started dating, sharing a bed had really only become natural to them; their usual cuddling and make out sessions typically lasting beyond the hour before either one of them figured now would probably be as good a time as any to finally finish watching the end of the night’s TV episode or movie. This morning, however, any previous worries or concerns about being intimate suddenly seemed silly. Like a far distant memory, slowly but surely fading away in the background. Blaine, ever the gentleman and not once allowing him to feel insecure about any part of his body. Instead, making him feel loved, safe and right at home — exactly where he needed to be.
❛ Just a couple of hours, ❜ Kurt mused, only partially teasing as he allowed a soft chuckle to escape his lips; noses nuzzling, toes touching and silently planting another kiss on the outer corner of his boyfriend’s mouth as lips brushed gently against the freshly grown stubble on Blaine’s chin. Feeling positively radiant and cherishing every second as he reveled in their being together; unsure whether he could ever feel any more in love with another human being as he did, right then and there with Blaine.
❛ I think your mom called something about coffee and croissants downstairs. ❜
Blaine didn’t want to move a single inch. Unless it was to get closer to Kurt. Then he might be able to be bargained into inching forward. Not away, though. Not now. There was too much distance between them, in his opinion. No matter how minute it was. He couldn’t look away from the eyes he was deeply lost in and drifting further and further into with every whisper and warm breath that touched his skin with them. Not when their noses touched, not when he smiled brightly after the kiss and he was once again staring back into them. Not when he slid his hand out from underneath the pillow and his fingertips began to trace slow the strip of pale skin along his boyfriend’s neck. Stuck. He was stuck being caught up in this closeness and hinging on every movement, every sound that Kurt made. Blaine didn’t mind one bit.
Laughter. Soft and sweet softened his already gentle gaze. The idea that Kurt was laying here awake for just a couple of hours brought a light hint of pink to his cheeks. “I hope I didn’t say anything weird then. Even though the idea of you laying here all that time without waking me up makes you the weird one.” Teasing him as he wiggled his toes against Kurt’s, Blaine gave up on staying put and allowed himself the only exception to his ‘not budging’ rule. The bridge of his nose fit perfect against the slope of Kurt’s shoulder and throat. One leg wrapped around a slender torso and his arms wrapped around him. Even if he had to slide one underneath him to pull it off. Last night, he became whole. Their connection only grew stronger. Something he didn’t think was possible until he woke up feeling like this. Fate won another round.
“I don’t care. She can wait. I want to be here. Let’s pretend like we didn’t hear.”
From the look on Eugene’s face, it was clear that he did not completely believe the young man. “Long days are not normally known to cause such an outburst of emotion. I would say that something else is troubling you.” His eyes trailed up to the stairs. “If I am correct, and I usually am, I would say that would be the cause of your sorrows.”
Blaine could tell that Eugene wasn’t buying his flimsy excuse. Not that he could blame him. It was an outright awful, panicked one he came up on the spot. Biting into his lip, he studied the man closely and dug deep to find the courage to talk about why he was sitting alone in the state he was in. Okay, mostly bothering him. A surface scratch, a test of the waters to see if they could really talk. “Please don’t say anything? You don’t have to answer me..but..? Doesn’t this place ever terrify you?”
sebastian would feel bad for how impossibly wary blaine looked if he wasn’t so uncomfortable with the whole situation, himself. he knew he looked like a mess. and with his hair pointing all out, bruises on his face, dark circles under his eyes and cuts on his skin, while wearing a backless hospital gown, wasn’t exactly how he’d hoped to meet the other again, if they ever did. he had hoped in his head, not that he thought about it, as a sort of last desperate win that when they met again, he’d at least look presentable enough to give blaine some regret. the way he looked then, he probably just reminded the other of all the mornings they’d spent nursing hangovers together. not the best presentation.
he downed his head and tried to work inside it what the hell was blaine even doing there. even if by some freakish joke of nature he HAD been the one to find him, he should have gone home a long time ago, when it was clear sebastian was gonna make it. wasn’t that enough even for blaine’s standards of chivalry? he felt his stomach churn as something about the way blaine looked, told him it wasn’t. which was wonderful and meant that now all that was left was for sebastian to deal with his pity. again.
he’d be better off feeling pathetic for imagining blaine had been there to hold his hand when the world started to spin and darken from the blood seeping out of his head. it’d have been a whole inferior level of humiliation than the kind of pathetic he felt NOW, with the other standing there. the fact he had hoped somehow that kurt’s name wouldn’t come up in their first two minutes of conversation, didn’t help.
he sighed at blaine’s response, not bothering to cover up now, there wasn’t much good to it. he rubbed his face, and finally looked into the other’s eyes. ❝is there any doubt?’ he rose eyebrows. was that blaine’s way of telling him something was wrong? he heard the knock on the door right then and looked up just as a doctor walked in. he supposed he’d find out now.
Maybe he should listen and go like Sebastian was telling him he should. Maybe that was the fairest thing to do because Blaine knew Sebastian well enough to know that he wasn’t comfortable with him being here and seeing him in the state he was in. Sebastian had no idea that he’s been here from the start. Defying orders to go and even lying to stay put. All lies and falsehoods that came crashing down when the doctor walked in and broke his tightly guarded secret open.
“Mister Anderson. Still here, hm? Have you slept yet? I told you to get some rest. You’re not going to be any good here if you exhaust yourself. I doubt you want to be taking the bed in the next room, do you?” A quick chiding only shattered the illusion that Blaine somehow magically found out that Sebastian was in the hospital and somehow knew which one it was and appeared here.
What he heard next, though? That was the secret he was hoping he could skirt around until Sebastian was out of here and none-the-wiser on how Blaine was lingering far past visiting hours and being listened to when he refused to leave.
“I’m sure you’re glad to see your betrothed is awake.” The doctor strung out the word in the way doctor’s do when they’re trying to lighten the mood, make a joke you’re never going to get and just sound corny so you laugh anyway. Blaine wasn’t laughing. Only smiling awkwardly like a kid who just got busted with his hand in the cookie jar trying to pretend he was confused on how it got there. “If you would have trusted me hours ago, that sleep would have been a bit easier.”
Blaine’s heart sank, his jaw dropped and his slow turning stare landed right on Sebastian to see his reaction. The truth was out. He was here because he told them he had a right to be. And they BELIEVED him. “I–I.. I know. I was just in a panic. I’m sure you understand why.” From quiet to stuttering, Blaine shut up and sat through the doctor explaining to Sebastian that his wounds were mostly surface. The cuts and bruises were going to heal on their own. But he had broken ribs and a punctured lung. He broke down expected release dates, what would happen as far as treatment. Everything Sebastian needed to know. And when he left?
A click of a door never hit Blaine’s ears as loud. “I swear I can explain why I did that..”
❝ I love you, too.” the taller man breathed, smiling fondly as Blaine settled down on the chair next to him. Uttering those three little words, true as they were and as much as they meant, had become a daily ritual for them. Three words of support and reassurance sent via a simple text message, spoken out loud on their late night video chats or to end their long distance phone calls. Saying it in person, finally, and without once again any distance between them– It really couldn’t help but feel like the beginning of senior year all over again; butterflies swirling around in his stomach and his heart filled with nothing but content as they shared one of hopefully many breakfasts at the loft together.
“They do look especially scrumptious.” His eyes closed at Blaine’s slightest touch before he allowed his insides to fill up with coffee. “I could show you where to get the best coffee and cronuts,” Kurt suggested, his mind soon enough racing with endless possibilities and options of things his newly graduated fiancé might just find especially enjoyable. “It’s sure been a while since I last took the more scenic routes through the greater parts of Manhattan.” Taking the subway was the Big Apple’s way of moving around after all, and as much as he could appreciate New York’s wildly renown urban exterior, hopping between various trains and stations usually tended to a lot faster in terms of viable transportation. Especially when you so happened to be on your way to an important class or audition.
“You are going to love Chelsea and the East Village.”
Hearing ‘I love you’ created the same butterfly wings beating against the walls of his stomach feeling that it did to Kurt. If they weren’t careful? They were going to have a whole oratory of the little buggers with how often they made one another feel that way. From a glance, to a touch, a kiss or three little words..Blaine’s life felt more complete than it had in a year. A reassuring, peaceful feeling that he never wanted to go away. And doubted ever would. Tearing his gaze, starry eyed and full of awe as it was, away from his fiance’ and down to his breakfast plate–Blaine picked up his fork and dug lightly at a strip of cantaloupe sitting next to his stack of pancakes. “I didn’t do that bad, huh,” it was sort of impressive now that he took a look at it. To pull all this off in a kitchen he barely knew without waking Kurt up til the very end. Totally worth it but wow..he made all this for two people? Yep.
“That sounds like an amazing start of the day. After we walk off way too much food..cronuts? Like real New York City cronuts? Yeah. That’s going to be a must. Maybe we can fill up on coffee round two when we’re there. I might need to get one on the way out if that’s okay?” The idea of exploring all of New York City was a bit much to chew off in one day but Blaine’s head was swimming with the idea they might and finding it impossible to keep them on any sort of sensible track. It was better to let Kurt map out their day or he’d have them dashing from one end of the city to the next.
“And then I’m taking you out to dinner. A nice one. No Ifs, Ands, or Buts. Okay?”
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