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the mun’s interpretation

♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?

// There are some choices Blaine made I don’t particularly care for and sort of made little sense. Like the cheating plotline. That’s a big one. I, also, wish he would have gone back to Dalton after the first break up. I don’t like that he got so whiny at times. But I worked through my own headcanons on why those choices were made and became more comfortable with them. I wish we could have kept seeing a bit more of a sassy!Blaine more than the tapering off of it we got in the later seasons. Sure, it was still there but only in blips. I just wish we had more of it.

sam.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) So sorry that happened to you.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Dude, I don’t even know what I’m thinking half the time so no idea what they were thinking.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I take back the fun sized thing. Please don’t be sad anymore…
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I kinda meant that I like you being the size you are. I like that when I give you a hug you fit right under my chin. You’re perfectly sized for Blam hugs.

( mssg » sam | sent ) It’s okay. I just had to vent to someone about the serious lack of a filter that made them think it was okay to say that.
( mssg » sam | sent ) True. You wouldn’t have any idea. I only wanted to get that question out of my system.
( mssg » sam | sent ) I’m not sad. It’s sort of impossible to talk to you for more than five minutes and be down. You know that?
( mssg » sam | sent ) …….
( mssg » sam | sent ) If I didn’t feel better before you said that? That, definitely, did the job. I’ll let you use me as a chin rest whenever you want. Because Blam hugs are pretty epic.

brvckens.

_{▸ IT’S A DIFFERENT KIND OF DANGER ☾ A KLADAM VAMPIRE VERSE.}
^{_{BLAINE ( @pianokeysandbowties ), KURT ( @avcntgarde )}}_{^{& ADAM ( @brvckens ).}}

Mother gave him strict instructions. Never leave the house or the grounds. Never ask why. Good boys don’t question their Mother. All he needed was inside the mansion’s walls. From the endless shelves of toys and clothes she gave to him since he could remember. So many, he could never play with them all before he grew out of childish things. Substitutes for her presence because his half-brother required most, if not all, of it. From thirteen on, it was music lessons. Pianos, harpsichords, violins and a teacher to sing with because he had no one else. There weren’t any children who were allowed into the house and he wasn’t supposed to leave to find them either.

So many nevers. Never follow Dandy. Never be near Dandy. Never be alone with him, most important. Mother didn’t know sometimes Dandy would come and play. Or keep him company. Tell him stories that were terrifyingly impossible to be real even though Dandy said they were true. One strict rule. Never sing because it sounded awful. That’s what Dandy said. As long as Blaine never sang a note, Dandy was his only friend. Another never? Never go past the garden. But.. Blaine often watched the Dandy sneaking across the great lawn and disappearing into the woods. One day, he decided to not listen and followed.

He walked forever, losing track of Dandy within minutes. Completely lost, the sky was dark by the time he found it.

The Freak Show he heard rumors about from his tutors and the help that would come to see him. It was magic. Quiet. Mostly lit up with strings of lights that rattled in the breeze and glowing tents. Blaine bit his lip, thought about going back even as his feet carried him closer. The tent he stood beside a metal trailer that looked far worse for wear. His heart pounding in his chest (was this was real excitement for something new felt like?), he leaned to peak between the billowing fabric sheets. Just a glance. Just to see what was inside.. So enraptured and caught up, Blaine didn’t hear the approaching foot steps until they were right beside him. His gasp was sharp, his blood went cold as he snapped his attention towards the noise. Owlish eyes blinked at the seemingly normal guy. “I.. Hello. I’m sorry for sneaking around. I’m Blaine.. Please don’t call the police?”

@filthy-goddamn-freakshow

amillixnvoices.

Rachel wasn´t paying too much attention to the movie
anymore, which was saying something considering it was one of her favorites.
Still, having Blaine close by and simply focusing on his words and movements
was doing her good and so she spent all the energy she still had left on that.
She couldn´t even begin to thank him for staying, and for being strong when she
couldn´t be. Finn had been his friend too and he was grieving, just like
everyone else, and now he was being strong for three: Kurt, her and himself. He
was hurting too, Rachel had noticed the redness in his eyes and how he had
tried to hide it from her and Kurt, even though there was no reason for it.

Still. She was grateful for him staying and she had to admit
that she was looking forward to him moving to New York permanently even more. “Is
that your way of getting me out the house?” Rachel asked, her lips curving into
a light smile. “If so: It´s working. I couldn´t leave one of my best friends to
his own devices on his new path, could I?”

Rachel snuggled up to him a little tighter then, letting out
a content sigh. “Well.” She then eventually added. “Speaking of blend: You need
to find your perfect coffee shop. One that does your coffee just right and has
everything you need. And of course you´ll need the right yoga class. That´s a
must.”

Feeling her warmth against his body, Blaine let himself relax into it. He needed this nearness more than he let on underneath the veil of simply wanting to make her feel better by any means possible. Including holding her in the tangled mess of his arms and legs. But the act wasn’t completely selfless either. Holding her close gave him the means to find comfort in her presence. Her breathing against him was soothing beyond words and he was certain that if he stayed like this, they could both drift off for a while. Maybe soon. Or maybe not at all. Good thought anyway, right? If not? No worries. This suited him just fine.

“Yeah. It was. I didn’t do a very good job at hiding the ulterior motive behind my proposal but,” he hummed down into the siken coolness of her hair and shrugged one shoulder because that was all he could manage in this position. “I’m guilty of wanting us all to get out. Not really sorry for it though. I think it’d do us some good.” Trailing the tips of his fingers against her cheek, he lifted up to squint down at her thoughtfully. “Don’t you? And. Nope. You can’t leave me like that. Who knows what trouble I’ll get into? Just another eason for you to go.”

“Yoga and coffee? In which order do I combine the two? I want to make sure I’m doing it right,” he teased lightly. “What about the subway? What’s your trick for navigating that? I know there’s an app and some maps but it felt like more luck-of-the-draw actually catching them on time or not messing up the letters. So much to learn. When you think about it? So little time. Crazy how close it is to you not being able to get rid of me no matter how badly you want. Isn’t it?”

my brother.

⟨ text : blaine ⟩ as much as it may come as a shock to you: i need some advice.
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ not for me. for a friend.
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ friend of a friend, really. don’t know them that well. think they’re called frank.
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ if frank happened to drive into someone’s parked car, should he leave a signed headshot on the windshield as an apology? or just leave?
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ ps. frank is definitely famous and well loved on an international level.

( mssg » cooper | sent ) All things considered, it does come off as a little bit of a
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Oh. I see. A friend. Not you. Never. This is all about..Frank. Got it.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Cooper! You what?! I mean.. Frank what?

( mssg » cooper | sent ) No, Frank shouldn’t leave! Or leave just leave a headshot! Because Frank would be putting his “definitely famous and well loved on an international level” face on someone’s car that he accidentally hit! Both are what police officers like to refer to as a hit and run. Please tell me you’re asking this before Frank has done either?

mo.

She groaned and shook her head. It was disgusting. The school’s policies should be looked at, in Mohini’s opinion; they ought to be strengthened. But a lot to time to think about that she didn’t have because Blaine stuttered and blushed when she explained how she met Ray Beech, telling her not to laugh. “Aww, that’s adorable,” Mo laughed. “And you can’t say don’t laugh and then laugh yourself; that’s totally against the rules.” Her original plan was to wait until her laughter died down but it didn’t, each time she looked at Blaine, opening her mouth, she’d started to laugh again. “—Sorry,” She snorted, holding up both hands.

“I’m allowed to laugh at myself for an idiot crush on a famous person that you happen to know. Because awkward barely grazes over what that is,” he was still laughing between the words as his face went ten degrees hotter. But his eyes continued to sparkle with a mischievous glint. For now, slushies and his complete disdain for something more being done about them from the staff, who were supposedly there to protect their students, was finally let go from his thoughts completely. Nudging her by bouncing the side of his knee against hers, the former Warbler rolled his eyes, sat back in his chair and slung his arms across his chest. All for the fake, overdone pouting grumble of nonsensical noises of pretend offense and mumbled protests. “You should be sorry. To think I was going to see if you still wanted that help on your history project when I sat down.” His nose crinkled, the corner of his lip curled up and he huffed loudly. “And this is the thanks I get.. I see how you are.”

kurt.

_{( sms : blaine ) You don’t have to apologize.
( sms : blaine ) I can’t exactly say I’m a total expert on this whole post-dating thing either.
( sms : blaine ) I mean, we have a history. It’s only natural that things are bound to get a little awkward from time to time. But at least we’re talking.
( sms : blaine ) And I guess I kind of get it.}

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Just let me get it out of my system, please?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) We were a lot more than that. Weren’t we?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Talking’s good. I’ll take a million awkward nights just for a chance to keep talking.. I don’t think my day is ever going to be complete without hearing from you at least once. I got too used to it.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Do you?

cooper.

Cooper’s eyebrows shot up as Blaine suddenly blurted out everything, he’d known that Blaine wasn’t himself, but he wasn’t quite expecting that. Still, he’d offered to help, and he was still working on being the big brother that Blaine deserved, so he made a mental vow to do whatever he could to help Blaine get through all of this. “Okay…” he said slowly, picking up the two mugs and carrying them over to the table in the middle of the room, gesturing for Blaine to follow him, this wasn’t a conversation that imagined they could have standing up.

“So when you say chaotic, you mean…?” he was a little ashamed to admit that he didn’t know the entirety of what was going on with his brother right now, he knew he had that competition the next morning, when Cooper was planning on showing up show his support, but everything else? Yeah, he didn’t have a clue. He picked up his mug, taking a small sip from it, though he kept his eyes fixed on Blaine, studying him the entire time, “You know you’re going to kick ass tomorrow, you were born to be on that stage, you don’t need to question that, ever. But, everything else? That’s just life, Squirt, none of us can predict what’s going to happen, we just have to ride it out. But you don’t need to keep it to yourself, don’t bottle it up until it gets you like this, you hear me?” he reached across the table, placing his hand on top of Blaine’s and giving it a little squeeze.

Sitting down facing Cooper, Blaine lifted his bare feet and pressed the backs of his heels against the lip of his chair. Knees bent and shins braced to the edge of the table, he wrapped one arm loosely around his knees and stretched the other out as far as he could. Fingers up, a slight curl to them was a silent plea for a touch or anything close to it that he could get to feel connected to someone who’d keep him grounded. The world felt like it was slipping away. Like at any moment, the floor could open up and he’d fall in and end up tumbling head over heels in a dizzying forever. Because that’s what every night felt since he lost Kurt. Why? He was so stupid and ruined them. That’s why. Half his friends were gone. The place he was drawn to return to because it felt like home, when McKinley felt like a haunted house he had to walk through the halls of day in and day out, seemed to be crumbling apart at the hands of a psycho. Instead of fixing it, of fighting for the place he loved, he went back to McKinley. Essentially turning his back on people who meant the world to him and needed him because what the hell were they becoming?

And that was only the dark part of the iceberg. The stuff above the surface? The smaller things? Were so stacked on top of each other that he felt like they could reach the sky and disappear into the clouds. “This isn’t like me. I know,” the touch he was waiting for came and he clamped his hand around Cooper’s tight holding on for dear life. “I talk about my problems. I don’t get this way. Or so everyone thinks.. How am I supposed to ride this out, Coop? I don’t even know what road I’m on.. I’m..I’m lost. For the first time in over a year. I feel..,” his shoulders shrugged hopelessly in time with the word, “lost. I’m trying so hard to find my way back again. I will. I always do. I’m just struggling right now. That’s all.”

kurt.

_{text — blaine ; I’m not sleeping with Adam.}

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m sorry this is so late. I didn’t know what to say and then I fell asleep before Tina even left. I haven’t been able to stop looking at your text now that I’m awake. You may be sleeping when you get this but maybe that’s for the best anyway..
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt, it was wrong to ask anything close to that. I didn’t deserve an answer but thank you for giving me one. It may sound desperate and full of a stupid amount of hope that I’ll do whatever it takes to, someday, be able to fix things completely. I can’t lose that chance..
( mssg » kurt | sent )

I’m past the point of caring about stupid or desperate because you know how I feel. All I care about is saying thank you. Thank you for telling me this. I have no right to feel the relief I feel right now. I’m the last person in the world who deserves that, too. All things considered. Just..thank you. Okay? I hope you’re sleeping safe and warm.