like he should do, he dropped everything when the bell rang. the paramedic in charge of ambulance sixty one was in his shotgun seat in record time and once his partner was in they sped off. the nature of the call was a man in distress. he knew that could be anything so nick was prepared. they pulled up to the house, a small grey structure that was fenced in on south homan avenue.
“ paramedics!” he called out once they got to the door. a child opened the door and he rushed in. the paramedic that was expecting everything wasn’t expecting what he saw inside. “ blaine? ”
The night started out relatively harmless (as far as the definition of ‘harmless’ can go in the Gallagher household) with Blaine waving off anything stronger than a beer and Carl mentioning something about a stick being somewhere a stick should never be and how Blaine liked it there too much. Lip telling his brother to ‘shut the fuck up’ and..well..the usual that made Blaine grow weirdly fond of the family. They were functionally dysfunctional (mostly) and it was a strange dynamic to watch. Their highs were high. Their lows were rock bottom but they always endured. More than his family back in Westerville with deep pockets and ‘perfect lives’ ever had.
Rock bottom. He thought he saw them hit it before. Lip told him he had no idea. Until tonight..he fully understood what he thought was their low was nothing in comparison to.. Ian. Staggering in with a blood smeared mouth and nose ranting so fast that nothing he said made sense. His knuckles were dirty, scraped open and his eyes were so gone Blaine wasn’t sure he’d ever get what he looked like out of his head.
“Just help him, he’s been like that for an hour. Please,” Blaine stood clenching his phone in a white knuckled vice grip. Seeing Lip back away and shout the same thing he said–he barely caught a vaguely familiar voice saying his name. His face went blank when their eyes met.
Glasz hues danced with amusement before Kurt let out another muffled laugh, bodies inched significantly closer and hands left to roam freely underneath the covers as he continued to take in each and every inch of his boyfriend’s still sleepy ( yet unsurprisingly adorable ) post-coital existence. There was something different about him. A renewed level of ease, oozing confidence. His face positively radiant — full of bliss now that they had officially reached that next step in their relationship. ❛ Shouldn’t you be running lines with Rachel? ❜ The corners of Kurt’s mouth tugged up mischievously as cold fingers traced the back of his boyfriend’s bare shoulder, fairly positive running lines with Rachel Berry was sure to be the farthest thing from her Tony’s mind despite it already being the second day of their McKinley wide musical performance. The same fingers that had dug at that exact same spot and caused Blaine to utter sounds unlike anything Kurt had ever experienced from anyone before; part of him wondering when would be considered too soon to request a do-over as Blaine didn’t seem to think twice about bringing their proximity even closer.
❛ Blame living under the same roof as one Burt Hummel, ❜ he quietly mouthed, an apologetic smile quick to take over the taller male’s features as his expression softened. Much as Kurt had willed his body to go back to sleep and wake up at the appropriate hour, growing up the sole caretaker within a two man household for almost a decade waking up before the usual 7am alarm had simply become a part of the usual Hummel weekend routine. Especially with a dad who typically preferred your stereotypical not-at-all healthy or nutritious bacon and eggs for breakfast.
❛ Nothing noteworthy, I promise. ❜
There was no possible way that Blaine’s eyes could fill with any more stars than the galaxies of happiness already in them. The invisible hearts floating around his head were, no doubt, a blur of pink and red the size of a flock of birds going South for the winter. A look nothing less than completely absorbed in every tiny detail of Kurt’s face made the dancing shades of hazel and gold go owlishly round and he hinged on every passing second where the reality of last night rushed back sending ripples of chills and ribbons of warmth tangling through his limbs right after. Kurt barely had to do a thing to make it all happen over and over. Even something as small as a blink or the way his lips curled when he smiled. The touch that lingered over his shoulder where it was still sensitive and he swore a ghost of Kurt’s sigh, sweet and overwhelming, from their night together danced over the shell of his ear. He was smitten before. But now? Blaine Anderson was simply just..SUNK. And made no effort or foresaw any real need in the future to try to get back to the surface either.
“Rachel can wait. I’m sure she’ll understand. Nothing noteworthy? Good..” Blaine whispered as long fingers came up to trace the line of Kurt’s cheekbone before feathering a graze of fingertips through his hair so he could cup the back of his head and pull him in for another kiss. The way Kurt looked at him made it impossible not to give into the urge. Not that Blaine was complaining about the need that pooled in his belly anyway. Their lips touched. Soft and tender with a hum and a smile Kurt could feel against his lips before every word that followed was spoken against them. “Kurt? I swear I’m always going to love you as much as I do right this second. Never any less and only impossibly more. If that’s even somehow possible.”
A sheepish, cheeky grin puffed up his cheeks and wrinkled his eyes at their corners. “Not sure if it is but I guess we all need goals, right?”
Elliott rather felt like he was waiting for an answer for something far more serious, like his University responses – not a yeah or no from a guy in a bathtub playing with bubbles.
Yet it felt like it meant to the world to get an answer, unfamiliar anxiety bubbling in his chest and making him wish Blaine would just TALK already. And when he finally did, it was the answer Elliott wanted to hear. NEEDED to hear, and shirt be damned, he rose up again to lean over to Blaine, lips finding lips.
The kiss wasn’t meant to lead on to other things, but it wasn’t just a gentle peck – it was something Elliott put a lot of his feelings into, the love and affection and perhaps too much ADORATION all balled together into one action.
And then there was assurance, pulling back and cupping Blaine’s face with both hands, wanting him to understand just how serious Elliott as being.
“Everyone makes mistakes Blaine, even me. I mean did you SEE the haircut I had in high school?” An attempt at humour, paired with a slight laugh escaping Elliott, lightening the mood that little bit more. “I know you can’t help it, but you don’t need to worry so much. I UNDERSTAND.” And with that he dipped his hand into the water, flinging a handful of bubbles at Blaine’s face with a playful sort of giggle, rocking back out of the way to try and avoid getting any thrown BACK at him.
There. He’d said it. Now, there was no taking it back. All he could do was hope that Elliott was satisfied with the answer and that he said what the other was wanting to hear. Lingering in the state of limbo where he bit his bottom lip and carefully watched for any hint of what might come next made seconds feel like hours. Was that too much? Did he promise just enough?
Suddenly, Elliott (in complete disregard for his clothing) was leaning in and their lips found one another’s and he found the reaction he was hoping for. And them some. His breath left him in one long sigh through his nose and reassurance flooded in. All from a simple peck.
Wet fingers curled around both of Elliott’s wrists as he held his face. The touch soothed his nerves, kept his attention focused on the pair of eyes he was looking into and his thoughts remained grounded. Even when his eyelids dropped down to cover his eyes as a rush of tension left him in a puff of air and a moment of stillness flooding in, he nodded. “Thank you..”
“I know. It doesn’t mean I like making them. Trust me. I’ve been pretty good at making some rather big ones in the last few years. It’s hard not to stop this feeling of dread that it’s going to happen–HEY!”
Interrupted by bubbles (thank goodness), a laugh broke free. Rays of sunshine parted the clouds that darkened his eyes and brightened up his features to a broad smile and the sparkle, not only in shades of hazel, the kind that seemed to orbit around him no matter where he went (whether self-created or not) that’d drained returned. Swatting tickling puffs of white off his nose, he cracked up laughing as he splashed a mixture of water and suds back at the jerk who decided to make this into a bubble war and was already trying to retreat! Oh! It was on!
// You have no idea how mutual the feeling is. Oh my goodness. I adore your face. Like ALMOST as much as I adore Cooper’s in that icon I made special for you. Which is ALOT. Jk. Yours is still my fav. Your talent and sweetness know no boundaries. I’m so glad @avcntgarde introduced us. You are SO stuck with me now.
Standing in the cold, the twenty five year old woman was trying to hail down a cab. Annaleigh hated being out this late at night – especially in a large city like this one. She may have been used to being out at these late hours, but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. You never knew what kind of weirdos you’d run into at about 2:30 in the morning. Still, it wasn’t like she’d had a choice in the matter. She’d had to work another late shift at the bar and at the moment the single mother was willing to take whatever shifts were offered to her. They needed the money and she was going to do whatever it took to make sure her son had a better life.
A gasp escaped from the woman’s lips when she felt a body collide with her’s. Living in a large city like this, it was easy to run into people, she was just surprised that this had happened at such a late hour. Then again, it was late and kind of hard to see in some places, despite the very bright street lamps and other lights illuminating the city. Had it been any other time of day, Annaleigh may have yelled at the stranger, but considering how late it was and how tired she was, she would let this slide. “It’s alright.”she mumbled.
Annaleigh turned her attention to the recently stopped cab. She was greatful that he was willing to let her use this cab. However, she didn’t want him to have to go back to where he’d come from at such a late hour. “Why don’t we just share this one?”she suggested. She didn’t mind sharing a cab with the kind stranger. Besides, it wasn’t like she had any where important to be. Her son Tommy was sleeping over at a friend’s house so she didn’t have to worry about picking him up at such a late hour anyway.
Blaine blinked in surprise at the offer. He’d expected a ‘thank you’, the door slamming and watching the tail lights (and his quickest way home) disappear off into the New York City night while he tried to find an Uber so he didn’t have to stand out here and freeze again. Getting back into the theater was relatively easy enough and he was already taking a step up onto the sidewalk before turning to give the woman a stunned, awestruck smile. “Y-Yeah. That’d would be–,” his eyebrows screwed up and he gave her an ‘are you sure’ look. “If it isn’t too much trouble?
“It’s freezing. Sorry. Yes. Thank you so much.” Skipping back down off the curb, he smiled gratefully and opened the door for her motioning inside with an usher-like wave of his hand complete with half-bow at the waist. “Your carriage, ma’am.” The cabbie rolled his eyes but Blaine was blissfully unaware of that. Waiting until she was inside, he climbed in after and closed the door. “You can be the first stop. I don’t mind.” Half-gloved fingers tugged his scarf a little higher up on his neck to help speed up chasing off the wintery chill outside.
“I’m Blaine, by the way.” Probably should have introduced himself first. But? In his defense, it was after two in the morning and he’d gone into work at ten the previous morning with only a pitstop home for a couple hours before it got dark outside. His brain surpassed tired and was running on the last drops of midnight oil he had left. “Thanks again. I really didn’t want to go back into work and my bed is practically screaming my name.” The woman was a saint for going out of her way and being kind. Yes, that’s right, a saint.
it was STRANGE being there. despite it having been a week and a half, he still sometimes felt like he was just in a weird friends-esque dream. living in the big apple with a bunch of high school friends ( at least until he was able to find an apartment of his own ). there was something about the city that felt strange – stranger than how it was when he was GOOFING OFF in LA. it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant – just different. maybe it was just the idea that nearly everyone he knew has ended up there in hopes of fulfilling their wildest dreams. new york was where that kind of thing happened, but it wasn’t the kind of thing he ever expected for himself. he didn’t even know what he wanted to come from the move. what his goal was. he was just kind of THERE, but surprisingly that didn’t bother him. he may not have known what he wanted, but he knew that the second he’d set foot off the subway, it felt right.
still, puck had been struggling to adjust to the hustle and bustle of city life. it was DIFFERENT somehow from the experience he’d had in los angeles. he wasn’t sure if it was because there were actually people he knew around to see whether or not he was fucking shit up, or doing things he shouldn’t be. then there was the very-likely possibility that it was because his time in la had been before finn had passed, and puck was arguably a very different person now than he was then. no matter what the reason was, he’d been slowly but surely figuring things out, but still found it hard to sleep at night. usually he was awake until his body gave in to exhaustion. he usually managed to do so without anyone waking up and QUESTIONING him about it.
he jumped at the sound of blaine’s voice, quiet but unexpected. he gave a shrug of a shoulder, and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. ❛ nah, not really. i was just watching fresh prince. ❜ eyes shifted back towards the television, and once again the only sound filling the room was that from the tv ( and even that was soft, puck having turned the volume down, not wanting to wake any of them ). he looked over at blaine as he spoke up again, and he raised an eyebrow, picking up his phone to see the time. ❛ uh. sure ? ‘s a little late though. you aren’t tired ? ❜
he blew out a breath at the question, giving a small nod. that was for sure. ❛ little bit. not that it’s bad. i’m pretty happy here. plus this place is as badass as i am, so i know it’s the perfect place for me. it’s just a little different. ❜
Blaine leaned back against the counter, palms pressed on the very edge, as he waited for the milk to heat up. His attention shifted from Puck to the television, an AMUSED smirk curved the edges of his lips when he took note of Puck’s choice of mindless television to watch. “When I was a kid? I used to dance to the theme song of that show when it came on. Pretty sure Cooper put me up to it as a means of entertaininghimself but I guess I was having a great time regardless. If the embarrassing video he took once tells me so. One of many,” he added in with a mumble. “I think he’s going to use it for bribing material if I ever go past him in the fame department.” His eyes narrowed and a brow jerked up. “Although I’m pretty sure my mother has ones with him in them that are far worse. Maybe I can bribe her into giving me a couple. You know? For a counter-bribe,” he grinned as he flicked the burner off.
Turning with a shrug, he snatched the pot off the stove and carefully filled the two mugs. “Sort of but not really? I’ve been up off and on for most of the night.” Skirting around the counter and coming up to the couch, Blaine took a seat beside him and offered Puck one of the steamy mugs. “This stuff is amazing. Found it in a cafe near NYADA. Probably not the best to help you sleep since, well, sugar but worth a shot?”
One bare foot lifted so he could prop his heel against the edge of the cushion, his mug was carefully held on top of a bent knee. Laughing with a dip of his head in a nod, bright eyes read back and forth over Puck’s face. “Yeah. That’s a way of putting it. As badass as you are is hard to match. New York City is, probably, the only place that could even try. It was up and down for me after the initial ‘Wow! I’m really here!’ period of the first week or two.” To say he had some issues adjusting to several parts of his new life in this city was an understatement but no one was awake that he had to downplay it in front of.
“Sorry. I have no idea why I just decided to plop that in your lap. Guess I just want to make sure you’re happy and it stays that way,” he finished with a careful sip keeping his focus on Puck over the edge of his mug as he did.
okay so since i’ve became activeish again on this blog, j has been so sweet and welcoming and has really made me feel like people want to write with me, her especially, and it’s honestly such a great feeling and i just love her. j, thank you for being so kind and for always wanting to come up with new plots/things that blaine and puck can do bc honestly ? it’s one of my favorite dynamics, since they’re my 2 fave boys. i can’t wait to write more stuff with you honestly.
also i just want to say that your interpretation of blaine is so on point, and wonderful, and every time i read anything you write it’s like the actual b. anderson is speaking in my head. he is amazing as are you and i hope you know that. never ever change because you’re literally one of the nicest people i’ve ever met okay. @pianokeysandbowties
⟨ text : blaine ⟩hypothetically, she’ll be fine with it. i know mom. she was probably wild back in the day. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ i mean it’d make some great conversation over thanksgiving dinner rather than the usual wishing for world peace and being grateful dealio. or a fantastic tale for a game of never have i ever. now, i won’t name drop. but i happen to know some very scandalous details about some of your favourite people because of that game. it’s about time i had my own scandal for the internet blogs. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ no. i was method acting when i managed to hit a tree. this was an unexpected bonus! ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ everyone wants to know how i broke into the hardest business to crack. you, little brother, are no exception to that rule. currently there is no ghost writer, but i’m working on it. asking the starbucks guy might be a good idea though. i’ll get back to you on that one. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ you’re missing the point, blaine. people in hollywood don’t order drinks to drink. people in hollywood order drinks to demand the time they deserve. the longer the coffee takes, the more important you look to everyone behind you. ergo, the longer i stay there, the more chance there is of someone wanting to offer me a role in, i don’t know, say, a brand new tv show pilot all about a very handsome man – spoiler, that would be me. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ now do you get it?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) I don’t think she’s got a rap sheet though! Try not to be the first in the family to get one. That’s not an accomplishment you need, Cooper. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Who have you sat and played Never Have I Ever with? Please, don’t make up a scandal. Or. If you do? Can you run it by me first? You know? For tips? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) ….You hit a tree? Um? When? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I’m not? Don’t ask the Starbucks guy! You put enough on his shoulders with a laundry list of a drink order. Ask.. I bet someone from Ohio would love to do that. You know? Get a chance to work with their favorite actor? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Right, right. How did I not think of that logic? Is this a hypothetical role in a pilot you were offered? Or did that happen? It gets sort of hard to keep track.
✨ I think your portrayal is on point, but it also intimidates me
🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!
💌 I just think you’re amazing
// Bb?? I intimidate you with my dork? WHAT? I’m like the living embodiment of this icon! Legit. That’s me in life. Bahh! You used to scare the crap outta me too, so there’s that!! I have so many heart eyes for you rn. Come here. Lemme hug you to pieces, okay?!
Now that Mike was all settled in and used to his new schedule, there was not much stopping him from hanging out with an old friend. That’s how he liked to think of his friends from back in Lima, the kind of friends he didn’t see very often often but when they got together, it felt like they’d never been apart.
All wrapped up in his new coat, he shoved his beanie onto his head and wrapped the knitted scarf his mother had sent him around his neck. In spite of his excitement, Mike had the presence of mind to check that his wasn’t forgetting anything. He patted his pockets. Phone: okay. Wallet: okay. Keys: okay. He was good to go.
Closing the door behind him, he hurtled down the stairs, hoping that he hadn’t kept Blaine waiting too long. That is if his friend was already there. Willing himself to slow down as he reached the last few steps, he looked up only to find that Blaine was indeed already there. “Hi!” he smiled. Walking closer, he pulled Blaine into a one-armed hug. “I am so ready for this! How have you been?”
Blaine tipped his cider back to take a sip as he dug at a tiny patch of snow that missed being shoveled off the sidewalk as he waited. Eyes bright with anticipation as he waited for any sign of Mike. The mugs in his hands were doing a great job at keeping them warm in spite of the tint of pink his cheeks were taking on. No worries. Central Park after a snowfall was worth the cold. Being the first person to be able to show Mike around it? Extra bonus.
Hearing steps on the salt covering the sidewalk, Blaine turned his head right on time to catch sight of Mike seconds before he was pulled into a hug that he happily returned with a squeeze of his forearm around Mike’s middle. “Hey! Hi,” one more half-hug and he stepped back to offer one of the thermoses to his friend.
“Great! Yourself? Wow. It’s really good to see you.”
A cheeky, happy smile from ear to ear brimmed with excitement. “I take it you’re settled in? My offer to come help you unpack and get whatever you need still stands. I mean it.” Blaine took the lead with a nod of his head and a ‘shall we’ arch of his eyebrow before walking through the gated entrance. He meant it a million times over. “OH and,” he grinned gesturing to the pathway in front of them with it’s snow dusted trees, statues and benches, “welcome to Central Park.”
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