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ofscarllet.

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[ mssg : blaine   🐤  ] I’m not doing anything
[ mssg : blaine   🐤  ]  i just really miss my boyfriend
[ mssg : blaine   🐤  ] Yeah, i found to make the cookies even softer and more moist
[ mssg : blaine   🐤  ] I always play fair. I’m just showing you my love.
[ mssg : blaine   🐤  ] 😘😘😘😘😘

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( mssg » barry | sent ) You know perfectly well what you’re doing!  Don’t pretend to be innocent with me.  Don’t you dare.  I know better!
( mssg » barry | sent ) I..  Why did you have to say that?  Ugh..  
( mssg » barry | sent ) I miss you, too.
( mssg » barry | sent ) You promising cookies that are better than your already amazing ones is NOT playing fair!  It’s the EXACT opposite!!
( mssg » barry | sent ) Fine.  I love you, too. 
( mssg » barry | sent ) PS. Those better be some really, really good cookies. 😣 

kurt.

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          text — blaine ; I definitely don’t have a date to the wedding, if that’s what you were wondering. 
          text — blaine ; Nor do I have a Valentine.
          text — blaine ; I guess it kind of helps that he’s British. 
          text — blaine ; Personally, I’m still trying to figure out whether I’d rather be a part of team up- or downstairs. I mean, sure, Mrs. Padmore’s cooking’s no doubt to die for, and there’s really no beating Mrs. Hughes and Carson’s budding romance, but there’s something about Violet Crawley that just speaks to me.
         text — blaine ; Probably because we’re the same age. 

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh?  You don’t..?  And, yes, I was wondering.  
( mssg » kurt | sent ) No Valentine either?  I guess that goes hand in hand with the no date for the wedding thing.  But you never know what could happen once you’re home…  
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I mean..I’m just over the moon that I get to see you again.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You are so Violet.   Who can argue that?  Plus!  She’s played by the woman who I swear is your twin separated from birth and decades apart.  😛
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt..?  Is it okay if I ask you something?

LITERATURE QUIZZES: Repost with your muse’s results for the following quizzes.

BLAINE ANDERSON

HOMERIC EPITHET: GREAT TELLER OF TALES – You are Blaine, great teller of tales. The Greek hero Odysseus had many epithets ascribed to him (others included “much-enduring,” “cunning,” and “man of twists and turns”), and this was one of them, so you’re in good company.

FATAL FLAW: YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THE IDEA OF A PERSON – You’ve got a crush, but the other person is simply incapable of living up to your expectations. You love the version of them that you’ve created in your mind, and not the person they really are. Yikes. You’re going to Gatsby this up so hard. You’re going to wind up dead in a pool. Two other people will also die. Everyone will be disillusioned with the American Dream. It’s a messy situation all around

GREEK MYTHOLOGY DEATH:

MURDERED BY A FRISBEE, ESSENTIALLY – The god Apollo is your lover in the nighttime, but the wind god, Zephyros, wants you for himself, because you’re just that much of a catch (no pun intended). One day while you and Apollo are throwing the discus back and forth (it’s ancient Greece, so this is just something that people do), you are struck by the oncoming discus and killed instantly. Plot twist! It was Zephyros who blew the discus off-course and caused your untimely and wholly unnecessary death, because I guess he comes from the “if I can’t have them, nobody can” school of dealing with his feelings.

LITERARY SETTING: 

PEMBERLEY – You got Pemberley, Mr. Darcy’s stunning country estate! This elegant mansion is replete with classy chaise lounges, tasteful decoration, natural beauty, and large marble statues of wealthy, gorgeous Brits. Totally ideal for a charming, Lizzy Bennet-type like yourself! The secluded woody hills are perfect for taking dates on long, romantic (un-chaperoned) strolls, and the house itself is so Instagram-worthy that even Taylor Swift (house-party hostess extraordinaire) will be jealous of you and your squad’s bash-throwing capabilities! 

TAGGED BY: @inthequiver

TAGGING: @avcntgarde , @killerblonde , @ofscarllet , @theoreticalguardianangel , @bcingnicesucks , @ofanescapist , @theoriginalbadass , @devilraged , @theindieflash  , @singin-in-the-blaine , @amillixnvoices (rachel!) , @footballanduniforms , anyone!!!

theindieflash.

Sebastian tapped his hand against the top of the bar, a grin tugging at his lips as he turned to look at Blaine for a moment, “Consider it done,” he nodded, raising a hand to get the bartenders attention and order them both another round of drinks. It usually took him a lot more than a couple of drinks to get him buzzed, so he figured he’d be okay, besides, tonight was all about Blaine and helping him forget about whatever bad day he’d been having. He could totally do that.

He shrugged his shoulders as Blaine’s question, taking a moment to look around the rest of the club, it wasn’t as if there was anyone else in here tonight worth his interest, especially not when Blaine was stood this close to him. So, he turned back to look at Blaine and gave him his usual smile, “Nothing as dramatic as you, Killer, I’m afraid you’re the only one who’s drowning their sorrows tonight, i just wanted to get out of the house. And since this is Lima’s only gar bar, my options were pretty limited,”

Blaine blinked as Sebastian ordered them another round before he was even finished choking down the few last sips of his first drink.  Oh well.  They were both here to get a drink (or two..or..maybe more..who knows?) and he didn’t necessarily want either one of them to stop.  Not yet anyway.  Sebastian deserved a drink just for offering to put up with his miserable self. Mental note to himself that he owed buying Sebastian a round next time.

Sebastian’s turning to glance at the body of the club behind him drew Blaine’s attention from the corner of his eye and he shifted to look up at his friend’s profile. For a moment he wondered if Sebastian knew how grateful he was to have him in his life.  Knowing himself? He’d end up telling him if he got to the bottom of a few drinks.  A drunk him was a lovey him.  No hope for escape!  He gave Sebastian a lopsided half-smile, brows flinching upwards in time with his shoulders.  “Thanks for giving me the chance to,” their drinks were slid across the bar and Blaine blindly reached for his not looking away from the taller of the pair, “Well.  I promise not to damper your night too much with my mood.  I mean..I’m here to forget right?   Which means we are going to have to dance later.”  His smile widened. “Maybe?”

barry.

      “It’s not too much,” Barry reassured him, reading ( or at least sensing ) a trace of insecurity in Blaine’s tone, as if anyone could be anything but appreciative towards such a welcoming. “Actually, it’s exactly what I would have done.” In his case, he would have spent half an hour dashing up and down his loft, wondering if he had lit too many candles, or too few, or if the flowers were too much, or if maybe he should add a vase with flowers on whatever space was left on the first flat surface he caught sight on. Which was why he was relieved Blaine had been the one to invite him over instead, unknowingly sparing him from some serious stressing out. 

It was not too much, not to his eyes, but for someone who would have done the exact same thing, Barry was still having a hard time wrapping his head around why anyone would go through that much trouble for him. Not because there was some masochist tendency trying to convince him he didn’t deserve it ( all thoughts of that nature were kept at bay when Blaine was around ), but because any scenario at all, anything the other would have wanted to receive him with would have been perfect, nothing would have been repelling. After all, how could it when behind it rested the intention of doing something nice for him? To prove just how appreciative he was, Barry walked over the few steps that separated them, a single hand reaching over to cup Blaine’s chin so he could tilt his head up towards him and press a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

A cool splash of relief washed in, tickling it’s way across the growing temperature of his cheeks and down his spine right into his belly where it eased the discomfort that was building up the more he watched Barry take everything in.  It hit him so hard that a sigh nothing short of an unspoken thank goodness that he couldn’t hold it in was exhaled deep enough that his chest sank.  And he could officially breathe again after.  “I know it is.  But I wanted to preempt that and take my chance while the taking was good,” he hummed softly mindlessly chewing on his bottom lip right after.  Round eyes watched the taller of the pair close, enjoying how he lit up and smiled at him.  This reaction was why he did what he did.  Just to see that expression.

The distance was closed and Blaine stopped gnawing on his bottom lip the second his chin was taken into Barry’s delicate hold.  Nothing, short of a few things he wouldn’t think about currently, could make his knees as weak as the seemingly small, but to Blaine, intimate beyond words gesture. Putty in his hands.  Or hand.  That’s what it made him.  Head to toe, he relaxed and lifted up slightly meeting the kiss gently as his fingers touched down, feather light, against the bends of Barry’s elbows.  “You’re welcome,” another kiss and he lowered his heels the inch or two to the floor they’d risen from.  Dumbstruck for a beat, he gave him a lopsided, curious little smile then seemed to catch himself with an upwards twitch of his brows and a stuttered.  “You can make yourself comfortable while I get us some wine.  Pick a movie maybe?  Anything you want.”

| Santana & Blaine – Closed |

wickednightmares.

She was struck silent, by both the hilarity and the surprise of this all.  They weren’t a couple. How could the producer possibly think that they were a couple?  Just because they had happened to be sitting together, comfortable together, didn’t mean anything.  Besides, he was with Kurt.  This whole thing was just… “This is insane!”  She focused her attention on him, a deep breath slipping out from her.  

“How can he possibly think…”  Her words faded as they slipped from her.  Eyes focusing on Kurt for a moment, the mortification on his features, causing her to nod at him.  She shifted on the sofa, her legs sliding from their position, and setting on the floor.  “This is crazy, right?”  She looked back at Blaine, shaking her head.  “What do we do?”

When the door closed and left the three of them together while Rachel was, no doubt, following her producers all the way to their car (she BETTER come back so they can set this right!), Blaine stole a moment in the chaos of Santana echoing his thoughts in her own way and the countdown of when Kurt was going to blow a gasket to think and absorb what happened.  They were going to have to agree to this before any filming happened, right?  They still had their out.  Clearing things up could be as simple as a phone call.  OR WAS IT?  Honestly, he had no clue as to what their options were.

Knowing Rachel?  They probably definitely weren’t going to be given many good options.  Ones that didn’t result in an unending pool of guilt for costing one of his best friends her moment to shine like the star she is again.  And no way would any of them avoid the fallout from that disaster.  If his stomach wasn’t in a knot before?  It certainly was now.  A groan split his lips apart and his hand came to rest on Santana’s knee while Kurt’s face when three shades to nuclear because he knew what was about to come out of Blaine’s mouth.  “What if this costs her the job? Or..  Are we,” he cringed, “I mean–I guess we could..  I…” A mess.  That’s what came out. Great.

ian. @breaksheart

         Initially Ian hadn’t been expecting much to come of his shivering. Most of the time when the weather didn’t suit his outfit choice, he dealt with it. Now he could of grabbed a coat on the way out, thought ahead, made a rational choice —– but what did it matter now ?  He was cold, he’d done it to himself, he’d deal.          Except he didn’t get the chance to make such a decision. Before he could settle with the fact that he’d be cold the rest of the night, Blaine was practically demanding he take his jacket. “ Then you’ll be cold. You realize that, right ? Bad survival skills. Ever notice how they say to save your own life before someone elses ?” it was instinct for him to protest in that manner, but that didn’t make either of them stop the ginger from slipping Blaine’s coat over his shoulders.

      Blaine kept watching Ian from the corners of his eyes.  He knew that Ian should’ve grabbed a jacket.  So said the weather forecast and the sudden hit and miss heat of fall settling into Chicago.  One minute it could be hot as heck, the other?  You’d think you were in the tail end of October and about to freeze. The Windy City never failed to live up to it’s namesake.  But he had a cardigan on underneath his coat and a light scarf wrapped around his neck to polish off his put together look.  Honestly, giving one layer over to Ian’s comfort was pretty much embedded into Blaine’s DNA.  Which is why he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he offered it.  A triumphant grin twitched the edges of his lips upwards when he won in the end.  (Like there was any other possible outcome if Blaine was truly insistent about something like someone else’s well being.) “I’m going to be fine.  I promise.  Plus!  It looks good on you.”  Who needed a coat when the heat on your face was making up for the lack of one?

“So.. Are you going to let me buy us coffee?  Now that I know you aren’t going to freeze the whole walk there.”