I’m going to go with a lot of the things I see on tumblr for an answer. One of the opinions I dislike most is that Blaine was, somehow, some sort of victim when it came to Kurt. Or vice versa. These characters were legit kids when they got together. They made mistakes. They hurt each other. They feel deep remorse about it and have done their best to be better people. Both breakups were awful. But I think it took them losing one another to find themselves (especially the second one) and reconnect in a healthier, more loving and grown up way.
Without Kurt–Blaine wouldn’t have been the person he turned out to be. Without Blaine–Kurt wouldn’t have been the person he became. They built each other up. They were there for one another. In the end, the bad they did were the mistakes of youth and poor decisions. I’ve made them growing up. I’ve had them made against me too. Was I cruel? No. I was being stupid and I grew. We all do. Was I a victim? No. Because I didn’t let myself be one and I grew because of them too. Anywhoooo! That’s one of my most unpopular/popular ones depending on what side of the Klaine fence you’re on. 😛
Actually? I like all of Blaine’s canon material. Including the wonky Season 5 where everything was a little bit on the WTF side of the tracks and Blainers sort of had his meltdown. I think it added a layer of unsurety in him that kept building from season two and hit a breaking point in season five. Without it, he would have been a more flat happy-go-lucky / is this guy for real cause he had no problems whatsoever sort of character.
A lot of people don’t like how vulnerable he was. Or that he seemed to be a different person. But I think as the seasons progressed and he had his bottoming out? It sort of proved that he was more human than the side character he’d originally started as. I sort of accept Blaine for Blaine and created my headcanons along the way that align with what happened.
My only eh moment was the cheating plotline. He was so torn up over Kurt just talking and flirting with someone in season three. I just don’t see Blaine as the type to cheat. I think the breakup could have happened in a different way. Maybe just a massive falling out of “you’re not here for me anymore” sort of fight. Blaine gets validation from people and I get that, but I just don’t see him as a cheater. However, I do run with that plot and have adjusted my personal opinions to line up with canon. He didn’t just get over it in my plotlines though. It’s something he regrets even years later when the notion pops in his head that he did that. No matter what AU or ship I write it in, it’s there. I hope that makes sense!
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ oh, i’m sorry. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩gif. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩mom graciously offers to fund my successful career journey. headshots aren’t free, squirt. i also wouldn’t be able to work from behind bars (unless the role is a prisoner, obviously). so i think that falls under the helping with my successful career journey dealio. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ relax, i’m watching from my car. i’d be thrilled to be compensated for a small scratch and the loss of a wing mirror with a handsome and expertly signed headshot of yours truly. or frank. he’s just as great. i can’t imagine there’ll be any trouble. and, for the record, i run my fansite with the help of my assistant. i wouldn’t need you anyway. nor would frank. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ the best casting decisions are made by those who have their daily venti iced skinny soy hazelnut macchiatos with sugar free syrup, an extra shot, light ice and holding of the whipped cream. consequently, i spend a lot of my time around the drive through. making good impressions. sometimes i throw a little improv out there. oh no! i ran over a bird! i’m distraught! it works like a charm.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) The fact that you took that much time to finding a gif to send me in hopes of making fun of me makes you an even bigger NERD than the one you’re trying to make me out as! Just so you know.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Yeah yeah. Whatever you say. She still isn’t going to be too thrilled about having to bail you..or Frank..out of jail for a Hit And Run. Get back there. Now! ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Wait. You’re sitting in your car? You freaked me out this bad and never left in the first place? Cooper. You’re a such a jerk sometimes. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Hang on. Assistant? When did you get an assistant?? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) That’s a laundry list of a drink name. Do you really order that in the drive thru? I feel bad for the guy at the window.. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Ah! I’m sure your improv makes up for the ten cars behind you. Very clever Cooper.
“I…” Sam nodded, he’d been friends with Blaine long enough to see all the heartache he’d had. He didn’t want to add to it, and yet he wanted to be true to himself, he wanted to be honest with Blaine about the conflicting and changing feelings inside of himself. He took a beat to study Blaine’s face, nodding slowly as he chewed on the corner of his bottom lip, hesitating another moment before he spoke, “I like you. I like-like you.” He spoke clearly, just like he did when he was trying to make sure the twins understood him. Speak simply, speak from the heart, and you’ll never be misunderstood. As his mother used to say, something her mother had told her. He took it to heart, especially in important moments like this. “I know I’m not the kind of guy you’d want. But we’re bros. And I care about you. I could be…good to you, I think.” He added and shrugged his shoulders, “If you still…or, if you like me. If you wanted that, too.”
‘I like-like you.’
Blaine could feel his heart grow wings and attempt to fly right out of his chest as the words that truly stuck repeated themselves inside his head. Sam liked him. Sam’s doubts and fears that he couldn’t be the kind of guy he’d want were so the bipolar opposite of anything remotely close to the truth. So far that Blaine stood there blinking, his head cocked to the side, and a stunned expression replaced the awed look that’d been frozen in place as he absorbed what Sam was say and what was happening between the two of them with that confession alone as the catalyst. “You.. You can’t really think that. You wouldn’t be the kind of guy I’d want?” His half-laugh put crack in his bewildered facade. Cheeks pink as he took hold of Sam’s wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze to drive his words home. “Haven’t you been paying attention,” his tone dropped to a pleading whisper, “You’re exactly the kind of person I’d want.. Yes. I still like you.” Another huff and he rolled his eyes before a smile so wide pinched them together at their corners. “And, yeah, I want that. I could treat you so well, Sam. Just let me try? Please?”
FUNNY. Rachel had always imagined herself running to KURT first when she took that last intimate step with Finn. That she’d want to gush to her best friend about how magical it had all been, bouncing excitedly on her toes while Kurt asked an obscene amount of questions. Not about THAT, Kurt would probably rather burn all his Prada than hear that kind of detail about Rachel and his step-brother. But about the night – who had made the first move, what had been said. If there had been candles, roses, soft music floating in the background. What was the thread count of the sheets she’d lost it in, and wondering if there a piece of furniture in his house he never wanted to sit in again. Wanting to know what had been the phrase, action, or feeling that had FINALLY gotten Rachel over whatever had been holding her back for the last eight months.
But it wasn’t Kurt she found herself searching the McKinley hallways for. It was Blaine.
There was no one at McKinley who would better understand her in this moment than her Tony. No one else who had ever understood her openness when it came to sexuality and yet hesitation at following it through to the final act. But Blaine had been there for her when even ARTIE was ragging on her for wanting to hang onto that milestone just a little longer. He’d shared her view; he’d been on her team when she’d needed him. It was only fitting she wanted to tell him first.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you EVERYWHERE.” Rachel exhaled with relief, already planting one of her tiny hands on the sleeve of Blaine’s sweater. “I have to tell you something. About why I never showed up to the party.”
Blaine couldn’t wipe the everpresent happy, to the point of goofy if he wasn’t paying attention, permanent smile off his face. It’d been there the whole weekend. Only tapering off when he was busy and his mind went elsewhere then returning when a flashback that sent shivers down his spine and caused his toes to curl right back up at random, sometimes very inopportune, times. His friends were going to figure it out if he wasn’t careful. Not that he and Kurt were hiding what they did because of any sort of regret or care what the others might think. It was only.. Kurt and he wanted to keep what they shared for the two of them for as long as possible.
What happened was the most special night of their lives. You couldn’t blame them to not want to spend every second answering a million and one questions about what went on. Especially when a few of their friends lacked any sort of filter when it came to asking questions about what ‘gay stuff’ was like. Or how it worked. Or who was what role or.. You get the point.
It didn’t mean that Blaine wasn’t aching to tell someone. To explode into glittery rose petals and gush about sharing that part of himself with the person he loved the most. He was. Maybe just to one person. The one that stuck by him throughout the days leading up to it. She shared his fears and his hesitations and made a handful of blundering mistakes that were borderline awful like he did. His Maria. And then, suddenly. There she was. Pulling his attention from the book he had in one hand and the coffee he was casually sipping in his chair inside the library with the other. Blinking, Blaine looked up. His olive cheeks went pink and..holy cow..did Rachel??
“Rachel! Y-Yeah. Okay. Tell me,” his hand covered hers and he curled up in the chair to face her, eyes bright and curious and hopeful. “Is it what I’m thinking? Did you..? Seriously?”
The burn of his last drink was still inside his mouth when he sat himself down on the floor of the closet he just so happened to end up inside with Sebastian on the very first round of the game the Warblers were all too eager to play. Shut away from the rest of the world in their secret little hideaway, Sebastian and a few others snuck in the liquor. And the rest? As they say. Was history. With a thud, he felt Sebastian join him and he blinked down at him with a look of puzzlement etched on his flushed face. “Weird how this ended up you and me two seconds into the game,” Blaine smirked making his thoughts sort of obvious. Did Sebastian set this up? Was this idea all his to begin with?
Then his mouth got warm and he could taste the coppery flavor spreading up into his nostrils and he practically melted down onto the floor beside the long, lean body pressed so very close to his. “Almost like it was rigged,” the heels of his palms dug into his eyes but his lazy smile said he didn’t mind. Not too much. “You wouldn’t do that.. Would you?” They both knew pretty damn well Sebastian would. Blaine was simply the master of skipping right to oblivious when he needed to. This point in time was a good example of when he needed to.
But with a turn, Sebastian’s nose was right in front of his. Green eyes made sparkling by too much to drink and that glint that never quite left them met his and Blaine lost his ability to joke. Instead what came out were stuttered puffs of air that was supposed to be a chortle. Those died out two seconds in when instead of watching Sebastian watching him, he didn’t realize he’d skipped down to watching Sebastian’s mouth and his Cheshire Cat grin..and how Sebastian’s tongue dipped out to swipe off a tiny taste of expensive liquor off the corner of his lips. Oh god. Blaine’s finger lifted up to get the rest. The pad of it pressed to Sebastian’s bottom lip. He choked out an, “I got it…,” before absentmindedly sucking the flavor off his skin. A quiet sound left his throat before he could bit the tip of his finger to keep it at bay.
The look on Sebastian’s face was a blend of mischief and shock.. What did he just do?
Words fell silent. Blaine didn’t know what he could say back to remotely explain how he felt right here, in Kurt’s arms at last. The days leading up to this very moment were a blur. From picking up Kurt at the airport to the events that escalated into them pretty much committing sacrilege in the middle of the day inside a Prius parked in a church parking lot. It felt like just this once..for the first time in months..the home he’d been standing outside begging to return to had opened up it’s doors and let him in.
I love you was on the tip of his tongue. Thank you for giving me a reason to came in the caress up Kurt’s back trailed with trembling fingers that dropped to his waist so he could lean in. Spice and sweet. The scent of shampoo and the skin he’d never forget the flavor of right underneath his nose greeted him with a heart lightening hope that maybe this time he could stay. Rachel and Finn couldn’t have picked a better song. The tip of his nose ran along the long, pale slope of Kurt’s throat until he’d tucked himself in against it.
Tonight. All he needed was tonight to prove to Kurt they could make it. That he could trust him with one more chance.
“Please,” he breathed and let the way his lips grazed the skin above Kurt’s collar say the rest.
Eyes briefly left to hit the snow-covered school grounds, a soft chuckle quietly managed to escape Kurt’s lips despite their predicament; typically pale rosy cheeks flushed a distinct shade of reddishpink under the chilly winter sun as he quickly cast another glance back into the other male’s direction. Every inch of him had longed to just stay inside. Be comfortable. Warm, cozy; preferably with some hot chocolate or a nice blanket. Instead, he had found himself outside in the cold. Limbs freezing, holding handswith his best friend as they battled the icy paths together on their quest for coffee. A feat strangely romantic, had it not been for the fact he might have slipped a couple of times in the process — their fingers laced permanently together if not for the increasingly low temperatures. It was probably silly to think of it as something more. Something else. Something he could find himself getting used to. And yet, still his heart fluttered wildly in his chest at the prospect. Always hopeful, never unwavering. His voice out of breath as he uttered his next sentence.
❛ Does it match my skin tone? ❜
If only he wasn’t so dreamy…
What good was a fresh dusting of snow on top of what’d already fallen yesterday if he couldn’t talk his best friend into coming along for coffee so they could explore the grounds? Dalton Academy was and always would be beautifully breathtaking no matter what season. It’s impeccably kept grounds were a sanctuary that the boys here were always gratefully privy to. However. When it snowed? The academy’s own brand of magic went beyond words to properly describe it. You have to see it to believe it. And that is precisely why Blaine invited Kurt along out. Surprised laughs from each slip never once were enough to risk him letting go of Kurt’s hand. His grip too strong and now oh-so-familiar. Strange how the lead Warbler never truly seemed to connect or read too much into the reasons why Kurt’s hand was the one he always sought out. From after thirty seconds into them meeting until right this very second? Their hands always seemed to find one another. Without a thought or a moment’s hesitation. He wasn’t the type to casually hold hands with just anyone. Not really. Not like he was with the boy beside him, cheeks the same shade as his nose as he met Blaine’s eyes. Blaine smiled back, hazel bright as he darted his gaze over Kurt’s and used their hands to pull them to a stop so he could pretend to be staring with a squinted, serious to the point of an artisan’s critique of a Botticelli painting trying to catch minute details on the cherubic dusting of color across the boys on the canvas’ cheeks. Closer still and the warm puffs of gray their breath made mixed together and he playfully hummed, lips pursed into an engrossed pout.
“I think that,” his heart felt so warm so content and he felt his own face warm with the happy simplicity of the moment, “it’s pretty close. Yours is prettier though.” Such a thing to say to a friend but that pretty much sums up how Blaine Anderson seemed to be wired when it came to Kurt Hummel.
The tip of his thumb pressed to Kurt’s nose as a snowflake fell onto it’s delicate tip and Blaine pulled the touch away trying to prove his point. “See?” Though what was there was only a tiny droplet of water by the time he became still. “Ah.. Well. Worth a try. I guess you’ll just have to trust me on that.” A brow quirked up and he squeezed Kurt’s hand gently. “Regret coming out? It might be freezing but it’s worth it if only for the view alone.” Thing was? Blaine wasn’t looking at the grounds anymore. All he saw was blue and green and dozens of flecked variations of each. “Snowflakes on your nose and all,” he grinned in an attempt to charm Kurt into not cursing him for dragging him out in the cold if it was a one-sided, Anderson only love affair with their walk.
This was probably the first time Rachel wasn´t really paying any attention to the movie they were watching, but she was more focused on Blaine and the warmth she felt as he held her. For the first time she also didn´t feel like crying when someone was holding her. Maybe it was because he wasn´t telling her that things would be alright eventually, but because he was simply HOLDING her, without expecting anything of her. He was just making conversation and she could feel herself relaxing slowly in his arms.
Kurt really was a lucky guy, but then again she had known that from the moment she had met Blaine. He had always been fantastic and sometimes even Rachel forgot that he was probably suffering as much as them. With his fingertips against her cheeks she blinked up at him, lips curving into a smile. “I´m not leaving you hanging, no way.” She then smiled. “I could never do that.”
“And it always depends. Some people need coffee before doing yoga and some need it afterwards. Some do both,” She chuckled, leaning into his touch. “I usually get coffee afterwards. And subways are something you get used to. Just stick to my side and you´ll be fine.” Rachel then added, letting out a content sigh. “And I´d never want to get rid of you, why would I even try? You´re the best thing that happened to me,” She then mumbled, suppressing a yawn.
The corners of Blaine’s eyes crinkled with the genuine smile hearing Rachel say he was the best thing that happened to her brought. Honestly, having Rachel in his life was pretty high up on his list of bests too. Regardless of how quirky she could be at times. Others, downright crazy demanding.. She was one of the people dearest and nearest to his heart. No amount of temper tantrums or time or distance could dampen that. As far as Blaine was concerned? She was stuck with him for the rest of her life. Cause he couldn’t imagine the rest of his without her in it.
After recovering from a yawn that watching her do the same instinctively drew out of him, Blaine nuzzled down against her forehead and let his eyes fall shut.
“Just don’t ever give up being you. No matter what. You are perfect, Rachel Berry. Never forget that,” he whispered, “No get some rest. I’ll stay here for a little while longer. I’ll make sure you’re okay. Promise.” Wrapping her up in his arms and tangling their legs together sealed the deal.
Unseen above her head where his chin rested lightly so they could fit together just right, Blaine rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and repeated the same mantra in his head that he had from the night he got the phone that he needed to get to the Hudson-Hummel household as fast as possible.
Burt’s voice was broken, he wouldn’t answer any of Blaine’s questions. The panic that swelled up inside his chest as he frantically ran out of the house in his pajamas and a jacket pushed the pedal to the bottom of his floorboards the longer he talked to him on the phone in his car. Only to walk in on the most devastating sobs from a grown man and woman he’d ever heard. That night was the first he begged for forgiveness of all the hurt he forced Finn to help Kurt through. For the disappointment that he saw in Finn’s eyes twice by his choices. He swore that he’d be right here. Where he was…and make everything as okay as he could. He was sorry. “I love you, Rachel.. Kurt loves you, too.” Hopefully his fiance’ would stay asleep a bit longer.
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