Blaine couldn’t believe the time that stared back at him when he hit the button on his phone to make the screen glow. 2:36am. So much for getting out of the theater at any sensible time. Did he really lose track of time that bad? Apparently so. But the acoustics when it was only him and a security guard he barely saw past eleven o’clock were too beautiful not to play and write until his heart was content and all the music he had to get out of his mind onto paper stopped.
Though once he stepped outside into the freezing New York City winter? Maybe cutting himself off before the temperature dropped to a ridiculous amount of awful would have been the better idea. Frigid or not. One thing you could rely on unless the city looked like the Day After Tomorrow was the cab system. Breath coming out in clouds of gray, he jogged to the sidewalk waving the entire way there to get it’s attention..and practically collided with someone doing the same thing.
“Sorry!” The cab came to an abrupt stop, the horn honked and the driver yelled to them to get in through the window he refused to wind down. “I..um.. It’s freezing but I can go back in there.” He thumbed towards the dark theater just behind them. “You take this one.”
Curiously watching her from across the courtyard, it was easy to see the girl had something on her mind. He knew, first hand twice, what it felt like to be the new kid coming to school in the middle of the year. The first time was the worst. At least for a few days until the welcoming committee at Dalton introduced him to enough students that he lost that knot in his stomach feeling. McKinley didn’t have anything like that by a long shot. Lucky for him, he had Kurt and was familiar with a lot of the glee kids when he came here. The transition for him was more mental and a few personality conflicts that surfaced within a week or two. But doing it alone? That had to be awful.
“Hi.. I’m Blaine.” A brown, leather satchel came to rest on the concrete next to her spot onthe stairs overlooking the courtyard below. Blaine smiled politely before taking a seat. Slinging his legs over the ledge, he rested his forearms on the railing that kept them from toppling over and gave the students below a glance. Then his full attention was back on her. His voice was purposefully soft, as if he was worried he might be intruding. “I saw you in Biology. Are they making you introduce yourself to every class? They asked me to do that when I first came here,” he faked a shudder, “Don’t they realize by the end of the day, it’s just more than a little weird?”
The Lima Bean was packed since school was out for two days. The rest of the Warblers who straggled behind after dropping Trent off for the weekend already claimed two tables near the windows. Laughs and shouts of joy echoed from their table. Blaine was the only one stuck at the counter. He quietly drummed his fingers on the bleach-water faded wood for a good five minutes making sure to keep enough space for the person who had yet to claim the coffee that’d been sitting there the entire time of his wait. Then it dawned on him when he saw the name written on the side of the cup. Finn.
Kurt’s brother? How’d he miss the ceiling tall boy not two people away with his nose in his phone, mouth pressed tight in concentration as he tapped out a message? Only meeting him twice before this, it still boggled Blaine’s sober mind at how Kurt and he were family. Sure, it was through marriage, but the contrast of personalities was beyond crazy to compare. They seemed to have a great relationship though. One that Blaine wished he could have with his brother. Too far apart in age, you know? Plus it was hard for Cooper to make time to visit anymore. Blaine got that but watching the two of them made him wish they had that sort of relationship regardless if it was possible or not.
Finn still hadn’t picked up his drink by the time Blaine heard his own named called and quickly retrieved his and Finn’s. “Hey. I think this is yours,” his smile was warm and open as he approached and held the cup out. “It’s nice to see you again, Finn. Where’s everyone else?”
“Yeah. Absolutely. Cure for frozen bones, that’s… probably what she was going for.” He playfully muffled those last few words against the rim of his mug as he took another sip, licking the remaining nog off his lips. He could make fun of Grandma Esther’s very likely semi-alcoholism but bottom line was that recipe was delicious and it certainly livened the hell up of any party. Even if he had been able to enjoy that particular effect of the beverage, he was sure that in that scenario, he wouldn’t need it. All those melancholic thoughts that took over at night, keeping Barry from sleeping a wink, Blaine had swept away without even trying. Just by existing that young man managed to get past all the burden that had befallen him all those years and get to the person the scientist used to be, to the point he suspected if he thought about the kind of man he had turned into, he wouldn’t recognize himself; he would be unable to justify what at other times come across as almost logical. That was one of his favorite things about Blaine ( he was trying to cut down on those, for the list was getting too long for it to be normal ): not only was he the kind that would brighten one’s mood just by walking into the room– he also inspired him to want to be a better person around him.
“You could have used being a pretty lucid sleepwalker in school?” Although, especially through college, that was what some days felt like in school, dragging his feet through hallways after having gotten close to not sleep, barely able to put two and two together. He figured that must have been the experience of most students. “Oh–” Eyebrows shot in surprise. “And I mean… am I worth the special occasion, or did you wanna tell me your friend’s name so I don’t accidentally bring this up if I ever meet ‘im?” In spite of his joke, Barry knew perfectly well the answer to the first question was the one he was looking forward to the most. “Right?” he couldn’t help agreeing as he looked around his home. “I’m looking for a place of my own ‘cause, you know– it’s long overdue, but… I don’t know, I’ve lived in here since I was eleven except when I left for college.” He glanced his way and shrugged his shoulder with a tight smile, as a way to apologize for not being able to come up with clearer words. “I don’t know, it’s hard to picture myself anywhere but here.” Or perhaps it was the people living inside the house he couldn’t see himself away from. Blaine’s next move caught him off guard, and for a second, Barry looked adopted an awestruck, flushed, foolish expression, like a teenager omg-ing inside after their crush turned to talk to them for the very first time. “Yeah. Sure.” A bright grin on his lips, he put his own mug aside, dusting his hands off in his jeans before he took Blaine’s, leading towards the dining room. “We always go for the more… traditional kinda theme. You know, tinsels and candy canes and mistletoe and… the kinda stuff you see on an NBC Christmas Special, I guess.”
“Couldn’t we all? Okay. Only if I could’ve gotten some of my work done while half-asleep.” He mused over the rim of his mug savoring the smell of cinnamon and eggnog underneath his nose. A small huff of laughter caused a rippling wave in the thick liquid. “Scratch that. I’m pretty sure I did pull that off on more than one occasion now that I’ve thought about it.” Stopping at the question, Blaine lowered his mug and ran the edges of the top row of his teeth across the corner of his bottom lip. “You would be the special occasion. You and your company,” his voice was lower and waivered just a tad. A bit of insecurity showed in how his smile jerked back into place, wobbly at first but still there. Was that too much? Did he imply too much with that? Christ, he didn’t want to scare him off by crossing a line he wasn’t sure where the beginning was.
“I haven’t had anyone at my place or actually showed up to somewhere I was invited to for a Christmas or two,” he tried justifying his answer without dismissing the fact that he was truly happy that Barry was the one to break the cycle of only phone calls and dinners for one that tapered off to nothing special after the first depressing year of way too many leftovers by being someone he found himself incapable of saying no to or giving some flimsy excuse to avoid visiting. “So..yeah. I meant the first part way more than the second.” Considering the person in question and Barry meeting was about as far from a possibility that it could be.
Jumping at the chance for a change of subject. Both from where he might’ve put his shoe in his mouth and possibly lead the conversation into topics far too dismal for the last waking hours of Christmas night. Blaine hopped off of the couch and followed happily behind Barry stopping in front of the tree with a slack jawed look of awe. The tree was beautiful from the distant view of the living room. Seeing it up close though? Filled Blaine’s stomach and chest with a warmth that put the one from the spiked eggnog to shame. “It’s gorgeous,” he reached out and carefully pressed the tip of his finger underneath a particularly shiny golden icicle shaped ornament smiling at the warped and weird reflection of them on it’s surface. “NBC Christmas Special or not? You can tell happy people put this together and that’s what’s important. Isn’t it?” His head cocked to the side and he made an unconscious pout as he moved the ornament to the left and right watching it gleam and shine. Definitely a house full of happiness and love. All shown in the pretty package of a tree that was utterly breathtaking. Not that it needed it. You could feel it radiating from the walls here.
Jeff enjoyed the crisp air and the dawning new year. He was looking forward to so much. To the fact that he had a new roommate who was nice and didn’t think he was quite ditzy. He kept himself close to Blaine as the boy spoke he listened to him talk about his wish and the resolutions he spoke about. He smiled gently and whispered “I think, honestly that is a shoe in but it’s a good resolution at least I know you’ll definitely be singing with us.” He told him happy that Blaine was happy.
“My wish or rather hope is that this year will be the start of something new and great adventures” He smiled and wagged his brow at his new friend. “So, for resolution it’s always the same as every year that I’ve been a warbler. I want the warblers to win, so I’m going to try my hardest to help make us great. More than that though I’m going to keep my grades up and make sure that my parents are happy with my work.” He told him “Oh and that I don’t over do it on candy.” He blushed at the last statement as he knew there was still a big box under his bed full of sweets.
Once he finished his thoughts out loud to Blaine he looked back as he heard someone say ‘one minute’ he looked to Blaine ‘you warm?’ he asked quickly not wanting to miss the countdown.
Blaine gave Jeff a hopeful, ear to ear sort of smile. One that was sprung not only from his new friend’s answer but also the building anticipation for a new year to start. A fresh out-of-the-gate. Not only for the Warblers but for him, too. One that he wanted to use to put his past (namely the reason for being the new kid among them) behind him. They would sing, they would win. He felt it deep down in his bones. But the most important thing was? He now had the chance to be a part of something bigger and better than he was before. Home was at Dalton now. There was no other place he would even consider being to ring in the New Year than right here, right now.
Hands now stuffed into his pockets, balled up tightly into fists inside the warm wool lining, Blaine bounced on his heels and nodded in spite of the way his breath was coming out in grey puffs of air with each exhale. “Yeah! I am!” His chin rose from where it was tucked into the soft, thick scarf around his neck to stare up at the sky. They should be able to see the fireworks from the park from here. Another reason why the ones who stayed behind during the holidays to rush to the roof.
He could hear Trent howl out that there were thirty seconds left. Like a light switch, the anticipation tripled and the boys began to cluster together. Blaine latched onto Jeff’s wrist in a rush to be part of the group and practically dragged the much taller blond behind him on the way over. Hazel eyes already had their own fireworks going off when ‘Eleven’ was shouted.
“Ten, nine, eight!” Blaine’s voice joined in with the cacophony of the others. “Seven, six, FIVE!”
Send me a ♠ for me to describe a favorite rp I’ve been in.
Eep! My favorite roleplay wasn’t on tumblr. It was one that I helped run with three other people on invisionfree that eventually moved to jcink. We did a cross fandom roleplay based off True Blood, Supernatural, TVD, Buffy and Being Human (UK). The plotline was they were fit into a universe that had the True Blood aspects of vampires being out in public but we worked in the major plots from all the other shows as well including centering the Hellmouth directly under New York City. There was a lot more to it than that, ofc. However! It was one of my absolute favorites and lasted for over three years. I think almost four??
Send me a ♦ for me to describe a plot that I’ve been wanting to do.
I’d love to do more in my Piano Man verse. Where Blaine is down on his luck, late twenties to early/mid thirties, and kinda let himself go into a funk of not really believing he can do the things he originally came to NYC to do. His friends were kind of cut off, he drops them calls and checks in rarely to say hi and let them know he’s okay. He plays at a piano bar I got some inspiration from various ones I’ve frequented through the years. The shop owner is a fully fleshed out NPC who acts kinda like a father figure and knows Blaine belongs somewhere else. But he pays him okay and the tips are enough to afford a small apartment nearby and he tells himself he’s content but really isn’t. Just playing some older Blaine plots in general would be fun. We could do anything in it and I have a ton of ideas. Like millions.
Special Shout Out To: Crack!Serial Killer plots. Cause I’ve been wanting them for a year (horror writer here) and I’ve yet to actually be able to write them!
Send me a ♡ for me to describe a character that I haven’t had a chance to rp but would like to.
Eep! I’ve been wanting to play a movie based Eggsy from Kingsman and The Secret Service and The Golden Circle so bad. I made the blog and everything. But I am a person who won’t start another character unless I’m sure I can keep up with the one that is most important to me (Blainers here!) and give the people I’m already writing with the attention they deserve. Considering I’ve been hit and miss with activity because of life lately? I won’t be taking any second characters any time soon! Luckily, my world is calming down a little. So! Who knows?? Maybe someday.
Special shout out to Fox Mulder, too. Cause I miss playing him so bad. He’d be my second pick even though I already played him. I’d love to do it again.
DASHBOARD GAME: CHARACTER DETAIL !
GENERAL .
NAME: blaine devon anderson NICKNAME(S): blaine warbler, blainey-days, squirt, mrs. porcelain, young burt reynolds, sex on a stick, killer, bling bling, young orville redenbacher, fruity fonzie, young clark kent from season one of smallville, modern day eggs benedict, and a list of others from various ppl. AGE: between 14 and 39 depending on verse (main verse is season 2-3!) 3/18 bday! SPECIES:human.
PERSONAL .
MORALITY: LAWFUL / NEUTRAL / chaotic / GOOD / neutral / evil / true. RELIGIOUS BELIEF:raised to believe in god, has own belief system. SINS:ENVY / greed / lust / gluttony /sloth/ pride / WRATH. (others verse dependent) VIRTUES:chastity / HUMILITY / CHARITY / diligence / KINDNESS/ patience/ temperance. PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: to be happy and secure in his relationship and profession. to create art that means something. have a family. to live a full life and know he is making a difference in the world and maybe changed lives for the better along the way. just to never lose his creativity and be able to share it. also, that his friends and loved ones are happy and healthy. LANGUAGES KNOWN: english / tagalog and cebuano (headcanoned). high school level spanish / french. SECRETS: not a secret to everyone but to some like kurt?? his friends have been sworn to not bring up the depth of his nightbird persona. also, how deep his love for crafts goes (no one knows how much he loves it), feelings for sebastian, carried guilt even after forgiveness for cheating, the depth the ‘shooting’ affected him, how often his parents were gone, how unsure of himself he is at times, tries to hide any deep negative emotion that may bring people down, how insecure he can get. others verse / timeline dependent. SAVVIES: singing, piano, violin, guitar, keyboard, polo, sailing, dancing, performing, acting, music composition, public speaking, debate, fighting, boxing, photography.
PHYSICAL .
BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / FIT / ATHLETIC / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average / muscled. (got pudgy for a short while after first arriving in nyc.) HEIGHT: 5′5-5′8″ (depending on age / on a good day) WEIGHT: 140-152lbs (depending on age) SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: kidney shaped birthmark on curve of neck into the right off center of his back, others verse dependent ABILITIES/POWERS: extremely music / performance inclined, decent fighter (see savvies) RESTRICTIONS: short in stature, can be quite oblivious and naive towards people / intentions
FAVOURITES .
FOOD: CRONUTS! also, loves salads, exotic foods (will try almost anything once), pasta, fruits, cheeses, vegetables, sweets (cookies and cheesecake the most). DRINK: SODA STREAM! also, medium drip coffee, beer, whiskey sours, long island iced teas, hot chocolate, lemonade, thai tea. PIZZA TOPPING: cheese and pepperoni, nyc style is the only way to go. COLOR(S): bright yellow, navy blue, crimson, forest green, gray, dark orange MUSIC GENRE: wide variety. from classic rat pack to katy perry to the beatles and queen. BOOK GENRE: adventure / sci-fi / fantasy. lord of the rings, harry potter, star wars. fanfiction!
SEASONS: autumn. loves the cool/warm days, cool nights, the smell of leaves, pumpkins, everything about the fall is his favorite. close runner up is summer. SCENT(S): coffee, pumpkins, vanilla, raspberry hair gel, sandalwood, old books, fall leaves, amber, earthy scents, kurt’s cologne and aftershave, clean sheets, the sea / beach
FUN STUFF .
SINGS IN THE SHOWER :oh heck yes he does! unless he’s in a hurry, sometimes hums. LIKES BAD PUNS: he’s best friends with sam evans. of course he does. CURSE WORD: blaine doesn’t swear much at all. if he does, it’s usually out of frustration or anger and even then it takes a lot. he will give out an occasional “daaamn” or “shit” sometimes. but most of the time he’s pretty good at not cursing.
I can’t believe it’s another new year on this blog! To go with a cliche’? Time goes by fast when you’re having fun! This year has been a ride for me. Lots of ups and downs and all over the places. I want to thank each and every one of you. From my followers I have yet to interact with (and I’d really like to fix that this year!) to the people I talk to on a daily basis. You’ve all been there as a source of inspiration from your passion on what you do and support when I’ve needed someone. You made my experiences writing Blaine beyond my expectations. And hey! I’d love to write with more of you and get those plots we might’ve talked about up and going! Or make new ones so we can begin!
Anyway! This is just a huge thank you for being around and helping make coming here an escape when I needed, a vacation on the good days and always a place to feel home!
Here’s a few people I want to love down. Actually, I want to love you all down but I’ll try to keep this small and just do more of these throughout the year!
i’ve been looking for you forever:@avcntgarde You get me in my passion for Klaine on levels that are just plain googoo-eyes worthy. Thank you for another amazing year of ship gloriousness. Your friendship has meant so much to me and I’m so thankful we met. You lift me up when I’m down and you’re there to dish some serious salt with if I’m sassy! Also.. You’re the freaking Monet of graphic editing, too. I don’t know how you do it. Pretty sure it involved you sacrificing something to the Adobe gods but your talent in art and writing is just awe worthy! I’m keeping you forever. You’re stuck. Guess you gotta deal with it! xoxo!
you’re just so, you know, you’re out there: @inthequiver I don’t know if I should give you kudos or not. Since you continue to slay me with feelings deep down where it really hurts! You are magic when you write. You made me fall in love with every word you put out there. Even for characters I know nothing about. Your passion shines through. You are a voice of everyone you write, but you know that one of those nuggets will always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you for being such an amazing partner and creating so many amazing moments to write for so long now. You’ve always been a constant for me and I’m so grateful for that! xoxo!
why’s mine say drink until she’s cute:@ofmanyworlds So okay. I love you. I’m so glad we got so close. You have no idea how much your friendship means to me. Thank you for giving me the chance to get to know you and become so close friends. I admire your tenacity to keep trucking along on the things you want to do. Sometimes I think you a little cray on all the projects you undertake but, damn, you pull it off and leave me wondering how you did that. You are talented, sweet and such a loyal person. I’m just deeply grateful to have you in my life. xoxo!
second of all, screw optimus prime:@brvckens We only just started writing together and getting to know one another. But you’re here every day to talk with and send me amazing weird kid/dog/ant fetishist videos and for that, I’m eternally in love with you. Your writing is phenomenal and I’m forever screaming inside when I get a single reply from you! Can’t wait to see what we do this coming year! xoxo!
My heart beats fast every time I see you on my dash and I’m so happy I know you: Aka the list of people you should follow cause they’re amazing writers who I adore!
And to everyone else! Thank you for being here! Let’s get to know one another and create some magic together! Pop into my inbox or discord and let’s plot or just say hi!
Elliott didn’t try to move his hand, content to let Blaine do what he wanted with it for the most part – it was cute, that Blaine seemed so attached to having some touch he’d try to make Elliott keep it there. There was a slight twitch of his fingers when Blaine kissed it mind – more an action of surprise than anything else.
“You’re not going to ruin anything Blaine, I promise. You don’t have to worry so much.” Elliott was good at rolling with whatever happened, letting stuff fall off his back like a duck with water – confrontation wasn’t really his thing beyond the occasional intervention, and his temper had a longer fuse than a regulated explosion for TV.
In short, Blaine had more luck of being cast as Tracy Turnblad on Broadway tomorrow morning than managing to ruin something with Elliott with a few misplaced words.
When he repeated boyfriends, Elliott’s heart started beating faster, although now that word didn’t bring out such a reaction because he was nervous of Blaine’s response, but because he really, truly loved hearing it from the others lips.
“I…is that what you want us to be?” Because dear God, it’s what Elliott wanted them to be.
Hearing Elliott promise he wasn’t going to ruin something, Blaine felt a cool splash of relief flood his veins. His stomach became a bit less tight and that dangerous thing called hope felt just a little more easier to hang onto. Sure, he could counter the notion with a wait and see but why ruin the moment? He’d been forgiven of the blunder his runaway mouth made in the living room. Now, he should let it go and move on rest assured that he hadn’t made a mess of things from the stupid teasing request.
“Sorry. Just habit. I guess letting go and forgetting about my several month string of doing exactly that is a lot harder than I thought it’d be. I’m not normally like this. I hope you can bear with me.” Several months? More like over a year of one mistake to the next. He could swear if you skipped back longer than that, he was a different person. One that he was doing his best to reconnect with. “I’ll get there again..”
And it’d be a whole lot less of this.
Smiling warmly as he slid his feet up and bent at the knee causing globs of bubbles to slide down bared skin, hazel eyes searched Elliott’s and he nodded feeling even more grateful he had someone in his life like the man kneeling beside the tub. “Yeah. I’d like us to be. If you’re willing to tolerate my moments of cluelessness and wanting to stick my foot in the mouth that is.” A wry grin followed. Boyfriends? It’d take some getting used to..but if Elliott wanted to try? So did he.
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