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❣ pretty please!!

send in a ❣ for a random kiss.
(roll, 2: a forehead kiss)

Blaine walked barefoot out of the bedroom having changed into a loose fitting pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and hair already twisting into loose curls from his shower to find Elliott in the living room on the sofa.  “Hey, Happy Valentine’s Night,” he hummed over to him with a smile pausing by the mantle to light the vanilla and amber candles he’d picked up from the market earlier that week and saved them until today.  “What do you want to watch?  You pick while I make us some popcorn.” 

Dark eyebrows jerked up.  “Deal?”  

Setting down the long stemmed candle lighter–he turned enough to give his boyfriend a content smile before walking to stand beside the couch.  “Today was great, by the way.  Thank you.  I can’t wait to do that again next year.  Only I’m spoiling you much worse.  Better be prepared.”  Hesitating for just a moment, Blane bent down and pressed a kiss to Elliott’s forehead.  Gentle and light.  Perhaps a little too careful for such a small gesture.  

Then again?  For the past couple weeks since what happened in the bathroom?  Blaine was cautious as to not cross any boundaries out of the respect and the feelings he had for the man he smiled down at before softly squeezing his shoulder and righting himself.  “If only Valentine’s lasted longer.  It goes too fast.”  His thumb made a circle against Elliott’s shoulder before he retracted his hand and thumbed towards the kitchen.  “I’ll be right back.”

❣

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early vamp!adam (roll, 8: a bleeding / bloody kiss) <~ not planned, i showed receipts!

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Adam always seemed appear when Blaine found himself in a not-so-great situation.
Tonight wasn’t the first time.  Knowing his luck? 
…..Probably wasn’t the last either.

The men from the docks were filtering into the city in droves now that most of the ships were ported due to another snowstorm that didn’t seem to want to let up.  Which meant when the hotels, streets and houses got cold?  The bars, taverns and restaurants were where everyone went to get warm.  Enough of a reason to trudge through the ice cold and wind blown downpour of white flakes all the way from his apartment to work.  He needed money and tonight the bar would be full of men with heavy pockets from their earnings and an abundance of alcohol.  The opportunity to cash in on it was way too hard to pass up.

Now, he was the one whose pockets were full while the patrons who drank themselves into a stupor listening to him play slept their drunkenness off next to the fireplace where the owner decided to let them stay.  Blaine, on the other hand, was determined to get home.  Sleep in his own clean, warm (and much better smelling than dirt, sweat and alcohol) bed.  Halfway home and the tall buildings made wind tunnels of snow and covered the stone underfoot in ice underneath the fresh powder.  A tired body and a huge gust aimed straight down the long corridor.  Blaine barely got out a yelp of surprise before he face planted on the ground.

Stars exploded behind clenched eyes.  His teeth felt like they rattled in his mouth when he landed hard enough to knock the wind out of himself. Against the human body’s gut instinct to bolt upright out of the snow, Blaine laid there long enough to catch his breath before pushing himself up with scraped palms onto sore knees covering half his face with a sigh and a groan.  That..hurt.  Only after he opened his eyes did he realize he was face-to-face with…  

“Adam?”  Blaine felt his face heat up.  He saw that, didn’t he?

“Promise me you’ll forget that happened,” he smiled wincing at how it hurt to do so.  Without thought, the musician leaned in quickly (was it instinct now?) and kissed the other, happy and relieved to see him in spite of his embarrassment.  Keeping his hands between his knees to warm them up, Blaine inched in a little closer and tilted his head to seal their lips together properly not realizing until then that he must’ve bit into his lip harder than he thought.  But the pain was worth the chance to try and offer up a kiss as a means of further convincing Adam he didn’t witness his ungraceful and nowhere near charming fall mishap.

❣ he’s going for it!

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(roll, 1: a shy kiss)

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How they ended up like this?  Blaine wasn’t sure he could remember gathering up the nerve to get remotely close enough to be breathing in a cologne that often left traces in the bathroom or in Puck’s wake when he rushed out the door.  The smell was something he was getting used to.  To the point that Blaine knew if or when Puck decided to stop crashing at his apartment?  He’d end up missing it when it was gone.  One second they were laughing about something Blaine’s brain lost all function of remembering the details of.  Television was involved and that was about the only step to this point Blaine might be able to piece together if asked.  

Couldn’t blame him for being, well, lost and his attention solely on something else entirely.  Because here he was collapsed back onto the sofa after nudging Puck hard enough that the one he got back knocked him backwards.  Combined with his refusal to let Puck change the channel and clinging to his wrist in an attempt to wrestle the remote away resulting in bringing Puck along for the ride.  A haze drifted into his gaze, lips that were open from his chuckle remained that way.  Only his smile faded and he felt his tongue move across his bottom lip making the air that was getting increasingly hard to breath run cold over his skin.

His grip tightened enough he could feel Puck’s pulse under his fingertips, lashes lowered but did nothing to veil where his gaze had drifted off to. Puck’s mouth seemed to draw him in.  The huff of a laugh was futile.  Weak and breathless and not really a laugh at all.  So, he stopped it dead in it’s tracks by gathering some steel resolve nerve he didn’t know he had (or was fueled by the courage of two beers) and inching up until their lips barely grazed one another and he could taste Puck’s breath and skin and..oh damn it..  His gaze flicked up, he lingered close enough one flinch would let him do it again, gone but just checking if he’d just made a horrible mistake.

❣ gIVE ME CUTE

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(in your case not so random. lol!)

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Okay.  Maybe.  Maybe! It was cheesy, but this was their first Valentine’s Day together.  Blaine’s favorite holiday.  Sebastian could grumble all he wanted about February 14th (when Blaine knew, deep down, Sebastian was as excited for it as he was..or..er..so he hoped?), he was going to get the full dose of what it was like to experience Blaine Anderson-style Valentine’s Day.  Whether he wanted to or not. And it was going to start no later than when Sebastian’s alarm went off.  Blaine had already let himself inside the apartment before dawn.  Using close to superhero level stealth, Sebastian’s apartment was transformed into well..what could only be described as Party Depot’s cupid aisle throwing up from ceiling to floor in bright red, white, even pink (fushia) trimmings.

Balloons, bright glistening streamers that hung from the top of his bedroom door to the floor.  A massive vase of roses sat on the kitchen table with two bottles of champagne and brand new flutes with crimson hearts in their stems.  Blaine could have gone the much more tasteful route.  Sure.  He’d actually PLANNED on it.  However.  The more Sebastian seemed to roll his eyes or resist all of Blaine’s crazy thoughts about the day?  The more determined to go off the wall Blaine decided to be.  Complete with obnoxiously huge teddy bear in the corner that he was hiding behind.  Please!  No comment on how he managed to pull off fitting back there!

A note taped to the wall outside the bedroom was followed by a series of other arrows and ‘this way’s until the path broke away and a trail of gummy hearts lead up to the brown stuffed animal with it’s huge round eyes. red bow around it’s neck and a sign sitting on his legs reading KISS ME in Blaine’s handwriting.  No sign of the guilty party whatsoever.  He didn’t even answer when Sebastian said his name.

Blaine could sense him close.  Did he figure him out?  Didn’t matter!  When the soft sound of Sebastian’s ‘hmmm’ felt as close as he could possibly get without thinking this was dumb and pulling away.  An arm jutted out from around the bear’s neck.  Fingers curled around a pale wrist and pulled him half for leverage so Blaine could roll up onto his knees while pulling Sebastian down.  The poor teddy bear toppled onto it’s side as their lips crashed together and a delighted Blaine held Sebastian close, his lips not daring to pull away.  GOT YOU!

❣️ // married

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(roll, 14: a happy kiss)

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The tip of his navy blue boat shoe tapped against the leg of a wrought iron bench framed by two bright red rose bushes carefully tended to so that the buds just now beginning to coil up through leaves of green were so vibrant they almost matched the crimson color of his chinos. Their delicate smell made Blaine smile. Fresh cut grass, earth and roses was so much better than burnt wood, ash, a knot in his throat and tears in his eyes.  Coming home for this occasion?  As bittersweet as it was?  God, he was glad they did.

Standing in the garden that alumni like himself and his former Warbler brothers built in honor of the school that was as part of them and as essential to what made them who they were as their veins, blood and bones did–Blaine let his hazel gaze wander over the paths with their trellises, gazebos and fountains.  The scene was beautiful, serene.  Like a monument to the memories and lives they made and changed as years went by.  So much of himself started here.  His coming into who he was, meeting people who believed in him in ways no one ever had before, where he met Kurt and his future began to cement it’s foundation without him even realizing it.

Blaine loved Dalton, what it represented not just to him but his friends who all had their own stories to tell about how the school changed their lives.  Even began new ones.  Their daughter wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for a winding staircase and a boy doing his best to blend and not pulling it off one bit.  His heart began to soar when his gaze fixed itself on the starkly contrasting pieces of heavy machinery on the very edge of the lawn he’d been wandering down, hands in his pockets and feet carrying him perfectly through imaginary halls even if he had to jump a bush or two to stay on course.

The garden would soon be gone but pieces of it would last. 
It didn’t matter…
Dalton was coming back.

Standing precisely on the spot he knew deep down (because he’d never forget an inch of the halls he cherished) was where he wanted to be, Blaine felt the warm press of a palm against the back of his hand. 

 “The next time we come back here..  I wonder what it’ll look like.  Breaking ground in two days.  Trent’s designing it.  How weird is that?”

His husband’s shadow blocked out the sun only a enough to catch his attention further.  Kurt’s eyes were reddened (so were his) but their smiles were ear to ear.  “This is where we—-.  You wouldn’t believe how long I stood in the hallway telling myself I could do it..,” he confessed while nodding towards the hallway that existed only in their mind’s eye.

“I love you.”  The kiss was real.  His hand pulled free and wrapped both arms around Kurt’s shoulders, heels lifting so he could press their lips together.  Buildings could burn, gardens would bloom and wither and new walls could come out of the ground and crumble all over again.  What wouldn’t change? Was them and what they had after it began RIGHT HERE.

noah puckerman. @oflettermanjackets

( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) Could you shut the fuck up for like 5 seconds
( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) No one wants to hear you belting last friday night on snapchat
( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) So I definitely don’t want to hear it in person
( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) I’m hungover trying to sleep and you suck. Shut up

( mssg » puck | sent ) Um.  I guess I should have looked at your message before I finished that song then.
( mssg » puck | sent ) I apologize for waking you up.  It’s hard to keep track of how many hangover mornings that turn into hangover-almost-noon’s before I can move around (or sing) like I live here we’re going to have this week.

( mssg » puck | sent ) I wouldn’t say I’m the only one who sucks this morning, Puck.  Fine.  I’ll shut up.  Go back to sleep.

finn hudson.

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Finn was definitely a heavy sleeper. A heavy, UNATTRACTIVE sleeper at that. Mouth open, drooling, snoring. He definitely ticked every box, and had he not have grown closer to Blaine over the past few months, he would have been embarrassed. Luckily, he had started to hang out with Blaine a lot. He was around the house a lot to see Kurt, and Finn made the effort to get to know him. He could be his future… STEP-BROTHER IN LAW.

He grumbled a husky ‘GOOD MORNING’ as he rubbed his eyes and sat up a little. “Dang.” He cleared his throat as he woke up a little more, and took in his surroundings. “I must have fell asleep watching Alien vs Predator… Then dreamt about it..” He shook his head, and stood up from the couch and approached Blaine in the kitchen. “You know what’s so AWESOME about you and Kurt? You’re the first dudes who have ever made me breakfast. Seriously. When I crash at Puck’s, we sleep ‘till lunch time and then make some hot pockets. I don’t know if I can actually make anything besides toast. How’d you get so good at cooking?”

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“Alien vs Predator, huh?  I’m not sure I’d want a dream based off any of those movies.  Alien or Predator.”  Blaine grinned tucked his chin towards his collar with a joking grin curling the corners of his mouth, “But?  That would explain the sounds I heard when I was coming down the stairs.  I wasn’t sure if a human could make them.  Turns out?  You shattered that doubt in two seconds.”  His grin grew before he took a deep breath, eyes sparkling as a silent chuckle broke free.  “I’m kidding.  You might have been,” his right hand lifted from his left forearm and gestured towards Finn and the sofa, “all over that thing.  No Predator noises, though.  Or Alien.  Promise.”

“Hot Pockets at noon,” he nodded tsking wistfully as if he was disappointed he missed such a bountiful meal of microwaved cardboard contained food.  “Brunch of champions.  I hate to disappoint but I was thinking of pancakes, eggs, and toast?”  A thumb jutted over his shoulder before he answered the question.  Instead, Blaine turned towards the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder at Finn and waving for him to follow talking louder as he walked away.  “I, um, just had a lot of practice.  Come on.  You can help me crack some eggs.  Who knows?   Maybe you can graduate to flipping a pancake or two.”

tate.

“I’m starving.”  Easy as pie. A little casual conversation and Tate was already formally inside ; The butt of his cigarette was dropped in the gestured to planter before he stepped up on the patio behind his new found friend.  “We were both kicked out, but it’s still bullshit if you ask me. He bullied me ruthlessly, day-in and day-out. Guess I just snapped one day.”  Or, at least half of that story was true. Tate’s eyes peered around the foyer of his prison sentence in feigned interest of what was suppose to be a new environment. Though, in truth, Tate had grown so sick of that house it made him feel nauseous sometimes.

“People didn’t really like me there. I mean, some of it’s my own fault, I have to admit that. But I was never cruel to anybody. I guess I’m just — a little too weird for your average teenager, huh?”  The blond shrugged it off with a grin, though it seemed out of place compared to his words ; This wasn’t a part that he was fabricating for the lie he un-lived. The general student body back when he did attend that school wasn’t fond of him, apparently he gave off an unnerving vibe to most.  “Though I doubt anyone there remembers me anymore.”

A little casual conversation was all Tate truly needed.  Even after the reason for his family’s move here, Blaine seemed to trust someone at face value alone.  Giving people (and their intentions) the benefit of the doubt they they were good until he was proved wrong was how Blaine Anderson was wired.  Some people tried but even they couldn’t beat it out of him.  Call it a flaw or a weakness.  His darkest hours might make him second guess himself.  Think maybe he wasn’t capable of staying this way.  But when the light came back and the clouds lifted from his thoughts (and they always lifted), the need to believe in people always seeps back in.  It was doubtful it could ever be changed.  Not now.  Not ever.

His entire posture changed as Tate told him the reason why he was expelled.  A bitter taste of knowing what that felt like churned in his stomach.  Enough that it made his ever present smile twitch down to nothing. “Being different doesn’t warrant your life being made hell.  I’m sorry you went through that.  I know what it’s like..” He was quick shrug it off not wanting Tate to focus on the past (slippery slope and all). “That’s okay.  Make new memories with new people.  Let them forget you.  It’s not like they matter–Oh!  Kitchen’s this way,” he headed towards the hall digging his vibrating cell out from his pocket to read the message as he lead them.  His face fell but he said nothing and sat it down on the counter.  “I–Sorry.  Uh–.  Any requests?”

nosquisumus.

“Oh, I don’t mind if people know I’m here but if the cops come asking me whose ass you kicked I’d rather actually not know.” he explained, a low laugh vibrating through his chest. “Come on kid.” of course, the kid with the bloody knuckles happened to have walked right up to an FBI consultant but he wasn’t going to scare him off. He needed the help.

“I’m Jason Lin.

Comment vous appelez-vous?” he asked as he lead the younger man over to a sink, running some warm water. He quickly soaked a rag in the warm water before applying it to his knuckles. “Scrapper? You don’t really look the type.”

Blaine nodded as an embarrassed wince formed crookedly across his mouth.  “Sure.  Sorry.  This was probably the LAST thing you thought you’d have to deal with tonight.”  The ache wasn’t letting up.  They had to be better by morning.  Missing a lesson on account of a match turned fight wasn’t something he was going to be forgiven for very easily and lying wasn’t one of his greatest talents.  Most of the time.

“I’m Blaine.  It’s nice to meet you, Jason.  My apology for the reason why.”  Blaine connected the rag in Jason’s hand and the water running in the sink to what was about to happen and readied himself.  Just not enough…  Gentle as the pressure was, the initial touch drew a hissed in breath between clenched teeth.  “Yeah.  I mean.  No.  Not like that.  It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”

fiona.  @itsmsfionag

It was a Monday morning – which meant Fiona had to get up and make sure Debbie, Ian. Lip and Carl were up. Fiona- with all the energy she held in the morning, crawled out of bed in her long t-shirt a pair of clean boxers from one of her brothers- she can’t remember. Fiona made her way to the boys room. Ian was already out of bed and gone, Lip and Carl were sound asleep – she shook them both up and did the same with Debbie. The quiet sound that once peacefully lingered throughout the home had been disrupted with every woken child a loud noise would eventually erupt- arguing, things being thrown about and screaming about the bathroom. Fiona made her way down the stairs and made herself a cup of coffee for  before making her way to the couch

She sat on the coffee table, sipping her coffee and watching him sleep with peace before she nudged him with her foot.
“You might want to wake up before Carl tries fucking with you again.” She stands,
“His favorite right now is melting dolls on people.” She pauses as she makes her way back in the kitchen grabbing his cup of coffee as well.

Blaine was a mess of limbs stretched out on the couch.  An orange and brown knit blanket pulled all the way up to his chin, arms slung back underneath the pillow he gripped the case of, wearing the pajama bottoms and black t-shirt Lip let him borrow.  Spending the night wasn’t in the plan.  The snow outside made driving impossible the night before and he stayed too long into it to try to leave.  No other option than to trust the city would have the streets plowed so the kids could go to school in the morning and he could make his way back home.  Oblivious to the chaos that was about to take place, a grunt caught in his throat when he was nudged awake.

“What?  Already?”  Brow burrowed in tired protest, his palm rubbed into the hollow of his eye socket as his chest rose with a deep inhale.  One hazel eye cracked open to look over at the blurry image of Fiona sitting nearby.
She came into focus and he sighed as sleep began to wear off.
“That sounds horrible.  Thanks for the warning,” his voice was still raspy with sleep but the smell of coffee had him sitting up and inhaling deep.  “Thanks again for letting me sleep here last night,” he called out as she disappeared back into the kitchen.  The blankets pooled at his waist. “Driving in that would have been even worse than Carl’s melted doll wake up call.  Or maybe not now that I think about it,” came out in a mumble as he rubbed at his cheeks, nose crinkled, just thinking about it.