rachel.

❝You think so?❞ She looked to him for guidance, but she knew exactly what he was going through himself. After all, she lived with Kurt and they talked about it often. So she squeezed his hand in return to offer him some comfort. ❝What about you? How are you holding up?❞

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“I know so.  Would I ever lie to you?  Never.  You’re going to come out of this haze and shine even brighter, Rachel.” He bounced their hands between where his leg and her leg touched–head tilted and eyebrows jerked expectantly high.  “Isn’t that what stars do,” he hummed and smiled so big she could swear he believed it about himself too.  “I miss him every day but!  I’m–I’m holding up just fine.”  What’d he just say about lying?  It wasn’t a bad lie if he didn’t want her worrying? Oh!  Even better?  Skimming briefly over the truth to an answer better suited for a friend who had enough of her own problems do deal with?  That one!  That excuse was perfect.

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sebastian.

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( mssg » blaine | sent ) You aren’t being harsh. I’m bulletproof, Blaine. You know that. I can handle anything… Except if it were to come to the point that I’d never be able to talk to you again. I’ll do everything to gain your trust back. I just want to show you who I really am. I would regret it forever if you only saw my dark side. 
( mssg »blaine | sent ) I’ll say more when I get there, I’d rather talk about it in person too. I can finally get out of this bar. I really didn’t want to go home just yet. My father has been on an angry streak lately. Are you sure you don’t want me to bring anything? Do you need any Ibuprofen? Are you hungry?

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( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Bulletproof.  Right.  How’d I forget?  I started to think I was getting past those protective layers you hide yourself behind.  i think that’s what hurts the most.  That doubt I have that maybe I was wrong.  I hate that it’s THere.  I hate that we are reduced to this conversation when it’s the last thing I would have expected.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) don’t answer that.  We’re supposed to be talking about this when you get here.  Sorry.  I’m just awake and this hurts and I’m rambling.  Can fingers ramble?  i’m doing the finger version of rambling.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) You don’t have to go home to that.  You can come here and stay as long as you need to.  I’m not going to send you home to that mess.  got stronger stuff and my mom keeps a massive container of Advil in the house.  Coffee?  coffee would be gReat.  I’m always drowsy with the medication and I don’t want to be out of it your entire visit.  Thank you.

marley rose.

I really doubt you need more, she assured him, laughing a bit more.  She remained smiling, waiting for him to tell her, but when he did, her smile fell a bit.  NYADA?  As in where Kurt goes? she asked, raising her eyebrows.  Are you sure that’s a good idea?  I mean, what happened to your plan to go to NYU?

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Good to know his jitters were justified?  “Y-yeah. NYADA,” he pinched the inside corner of his bottom lip with his teeth, bowed his head and tried to explain. “We talked about it.  Kurt’s fine. Happy even.  I think.  Wait.  No. He is.  I–NYU was a backup in case he wouldn’t be?”  All he knew was that he wanted to be near him. Blaine was desperate for the chance to make things right and he’d take breadcrumbs from Kurt if they lead him to a place where it was a possibility. Having some tossed his way only renewed his sense of urgency to keep them coming. Whatever it took?  He’d gladly do it.  Plus?  It was NYADA.  A dream school for every one of them.  How could he not want to go there?

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tina.

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Returning the hug, Tina was glad to have Blaine in her life. He seemed like the only person in this school who seemed to give a damn about her now. She smiled at him when they separated. There was something comforting about hand holding. “Sounds absolutely perfect to me and no, that is never a bad thing at all.” Laughing lightly, Tina was feeling better now that she and Blaine talked. As they walked into the auditorium, she was glad that no one else was there because she could only imagine what they’d say. Tina took a deep breath and pushed that thought away, not willing to ruin her improved mood.

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“No, you’re perfect to me,” Blaine playfully jeered back leaning into her side and skipping a beat or two in his steps to pep them both up on their way to the auditorium.  He was all grins by the time they got to the dimly lit, empty stage. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light he hurried past her to get a few steps ahead and lead them out by slotting their fingers together, walking backward underneath each ray of lights overhead.  “We’re winging this without any back up music,” he pursed his lips and swung their hands back and forth, “So I hope you got that tune in your head, Miss Cohen-Chang.  You’re starting us off.  I dare you not to be dancing in ten seconds or less.”  The devilish wink backed up his challenge he was sure he was going to win.

fighterpiilot:

here the thing about memes with me:

idk if a lot of people i am mutuals with are scared to send them? idk if i am intimidating, i try not to be at all. i try to make myself as approachable as possible. but here’s the lowdown about memes with me.

YOU’VE SENT 6 MEMES ALREADY? SEND THE MEME
YOU’VE NEVER INTERACTED WITH ME AT ALL? SEND THE MEME
YOU’RE NOT SURE IF YOU’RE ALLOWED TO SEND IT CAUSE IT’S SHIPPY? SEND IT.

memes are amazing ice breakers. they’re wonderful ways to see how our characters might interact together in a thread. my only rule is that i only take memes from mutuals. i have no other rules. when in doubt, SEND THE MEME.

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kurt.

He wanted to lie.  As he saw Blaine’s frantic movement and heard that kind of voice he wanted to apologize again but he couldn’t leave things as they were.  It was all or nothing, to an extent.  He couldn’t chicken out.  He’d have to explain more another time, when things were less of a shock.  Then he’d go on to say that nothing else was real.  No angels, no fairy tail creatures, just another species of creature that entered the human ‘world’ a long time ago.  

When Kurt found out about these things, it wasn’t someone he loved.  It was someone he was fond of but he didn’t really know Oliver and didn’t mind that.  The disbelief, he went through that, but he didn’t have this moment that Blaine was.  Kurt was composed as he listened to his friend and he took in another deep breath.  “I can’t lie to you, Blaine.  Not about this.”  He shook his head but kept his eyes – he was freaked out by them the first day himself – locked on him, as if Blaine might not believe it without some kind of proof staring at him.  “I’d love to tell you it’s not real but it is.”

If he knew what Oliver was when they met, he wondered if things would have been different.  He felt like he’s been tricked – lured – in when he found out.  He trusted this boy to guide him blindly almost every night, like he’d never normally do, and the guy was a demon. That sense of betrayal felt so small now.  He hadn’t been one himself this entire time, no, but he left to become one knowingly.  How much did that sting?  Was it only confusing because human feelings felt more distant now or was it truly how different their experiences were?  Where did his empathy go?

Never in his life did Blaine think that he would be putting distance between him and the man sitting on his bed staring at him–but he was.  Step by step until his back was pressed against the door and he ran out of space to move any further.  –Instinct?  Fear?  Room to breathe?  He had no idea, he was just moving.– Nor would he ever dream that he couldn’t meet Kurt’s eyes.  Looking inside of them had always felt like peering into a window and realizing he was home.  Now they dropped Blaine’s heart when he realized that they might not be anymore.  –Who was he kidding?–  They weren’t.  –Were they?– 

Knowing that made him stare at the metal headboard past Kurt’s head unable to take what he saw and that sinking feeling in his gut that his doubts were real.  There was nothing he could do but listen because it was the truth and truth was so important between them.  From moment one up to now.  No matter if it was breaking into pieces he wasn’t sure how he could fix.  Or if he was the only one of them to remember for months that they promised to always be honest. Blaine’s mind was reeling.  He could beg Kurt for it to be a lie–part of him desperately wanted to–but Kurt couldn’t give that to him.

“You left me for that,” he immediately regretted asking.  “You left everyone for,” a shaking hand waved at Kurt before both reached up and shoved through his hair loosening the usually tamed curls and causing some to hang down.  Balling them into fists next, he dug into his eyes.  When he stopped, they were red and his lashes barely held back tears that were bound to start falling with the next crackling exhale.  “How–?  Why–?  What did I do to make you think that this is what you wanted?”  His mind continued to scream that this wasn’t real, that this was impossible. He could hear it so loud that it made his head hurt but all he could think to ask was how, why and what?

boy!  you are wasted.

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                 Sebastian was PAST the point, he’d recognize any reactions
                 to himself on Blaine, but he’d have enjoyed it, if he could. As
                 it was, he was more concerned with keeping himself upright
                 and teaching Blaine about the importance of gay culture. He
                 made small frustrated huff, when Blaine asked him if he was
                 into comic books. But his sour mood got lighter when Blaine
                 seemed to recognize the name Brian Kinney. He smiled, the
                 type of smile he managed to make charming when he wasn’t
                 out of it, but that looked slightly too bright as he closed his eyes
                 and lifted eyebrows with a small shrug, looking at him again. 
                 ‘Both’share my wet dreams.’ There was a dreamy sigh. ‘You
                 makeme, make. Me. Need. Killer.’ Another light frustrated sound.
                 ‘Need so much. Smell so good, Blainers.’ This time, he followed
                 pliantly when Blaine restarted them on their path. He wasn’t so
                 sure of what was happening. But once there was an open car 
                 door on his front, he managed to process enough to stumble 
                 inside it. Not without hammering his forehead to it, however.
                 ‘ ‘UCK.’ He groans, before giggling. ‘Shit’s gon hurt tomorrow.’
                 As soon as he can reach Blaine ( or thinks he can ) he slips to
                 his side, trying to find a shoulder to stop his face on.

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Blaine couldn’t believe he was getting schooled in anything
gay 
culture or worse –comic books– by a drunk Sebastian.
Considering 
the other topic this conversation teetered on?  He
might go with it.  Even pretend
 he had no idea who BATMAN was
if it kept Sebastian 
occupied.  Sort of like tossing a wasted cat a
ball of yarn to keep it 
from clawing the furniture or nose diving off
the top of the fridge 
for grins.  Something along those lines. Once
again, Sebastian made 
a face that made Blaine’s eyebrows
steeple together because of how 
amusingly adorkable it was and
him make a note to bring a 
friend along next time to witness this
because no one would believe 
Sebastian pulled off drunk!cute
so sweetly that it’d cause cavities.  If it wasn’t sprinkled with talks
about–there it was!  Wet dreams and sex.  Blaine swallowed
thick past the flip-flop feeling Sebastian’s drunken confession
battered the insides of his stomach with, gave him a tight smile
and lead him to the cab.  “Oh crap!  Crap!  Are you okay?!”  He
scrambled in to check out Sebastian’s forehead even though the
idiot–and he thought the term fondly–giggled like it was no big
thing.  “Yeah it is.  I’m so not taking the blame for not protecting
you that time.  You didn’t give me a chance to!!–.”  Uhm–!
Apparently they were cab ride snuggle buddies™.  Blaine’s
arm awkwardly fit itself between the cab seat and the small of
Sebastian’s back. He decided wrapping it around him would be
more comfortable and he held on to keep Sebastian still and
not bonk his head a second time for another fresh lump.