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karoskyintheopen :

Dave: I usually do. Sometimes its pointier than at other times. But that’s life. C’est la vie as Sister Chubs likes to say.
Dave: Well, yeah. Gold Bender is obviously able to best Silver Bender so-
Dave: Well yeah. They can imagine all the end of the world scenarios. Put some of that creativity into your signs. That’s how you create a brand. 
Dave: Okay, well maybe awkward is a strong word. Objects in mirror may be more awkward than they appear. 
Dave: Are you sure I’m not one of them? Absolutely positive Mr. Warbler? 
Dave: *wonders how long he can make this fun until its too real. Is also bored and is hoping that Blaine wants to play along*

( mssg » unknown number | sent ) That’s it.  That’s gotta be it.  The mime fight was about to be against two opposing Benders in the middle of New York City. How did I not realize what was going on?
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Let’s hope they don’t figure that out.  Otherwise, we won’t be able to walk two steps without some sign assaulting our common decency.

( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Mr. Warbler?  I wish I could say that brings back a certain note of nostalgia.  But people would have to stop calling me that for it to become nostalgic.  LOL. Years after high school and I’m still not overly sure a few of my friends realize Warbler isn’t my first, middle or last name.
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) But curiouser and curiouser as they say in Wonderland.  
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Are you?  Hmm..  I guess I’ll have to figure that out.  Fellow Ohio escapee? Or did you learn my other identity through word of mouth?  You have to give me some clues.  Or this isn’t remotely close to fair.

elliott.

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“It’s fine.” Well no, actually it wasn’t fine. At all. Elliott shouldn’t be so fucking self-conscious, or so fat, or so God damn bad at being a good…boyfriend? partner? friend with benefits? Whatever the hell they were. 

He didn’t really respond to the kiss, a little lost in his own momentary self loathing to actually register what was going on. After a moment though, he caught the tail end of what Blaine was saying, and gave a more genuine little smile back. 

“Yeah, okay.” Elliott agreed, nodding and stepping back from Blaine with a ever so slight frown blooming across his face – although this one was more about having to let him go then being upset with himself. He stepped away to head to the kitchen, although for a moment he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on Blaine, a much softer smile coming onto his face. 

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Blaine cringed inwardly as he pulled away from the kiss with a quizzitive blink. He stood still trying to piece together how to fix the feeling in the air between them back to what it was before changed and turned Elliott away from wanting to kiss him back. When he got the smile he was looking for after a few stomach churning beats, Blaine mirrored it and then stepped back watching as Elliott moved towards the kitchen.

Sticking his bottom lip between his teeth, Blaine gave the poor strip of skin a good chew as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door.  “Damn it,” he breathed as his clothes were tossed one piece at a time into the hamper.  At least the water was warm and the smell of vanilla filled the room. Inhaling deep, the increasingly frazzled musician tried to let the sweet-scented steam untangle his nerves from the mess they were on the verge of wrapping themselves into.

Great.  Not two months into whatever they are and that sinking feeling that he was on the road to messing up again was lurking just beyond his spot of luck at finding someone like Elliott and started to claw it’s way back to greet him with a yank to his insides.  Why did he say that?  He should have known better.  What Elliott was going through was the same thing he went through a year ago and it was a horrid feeling.  Suggesting the two of them do such a thing was a dumb mistake.  One he swore he wasn’t going to make ever again.

ofscarllet.

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It’s the nightmares that wake him again, this time he can’t sit still. The urge to run was overwhelming. And so he does. He slips out from under the covers, briefly he looks over at Blaine to make sure the other didn’t wake up. Satisfied to see that he was still asleep, the speedster ran, he wasn’t sure for how long. Could be seconds, or minutes, he would have done it for hours if he could. It was this restless energy, racing away from the thoughts that danced around in his head. Yet regardless of how fast he ran, it didn’t change the nightmares, it didn’t stop them from happening. Eventually they will calm down, they weren’t as frequent as before. He just– he didn’t like talking about them, even though he probably should. Some would say he allows his emotions to rule him, it’s easy to read what he’s feeling. See, the thing was Barry was the fact that when he truly wanted to keep something bottled up he was very good at it. 

Eventually he returned back to their place, phasing through the door to keep quiet. What time was it? It was still dark, but close to early in the morning, great, he’s going to be tired tomorrow. Or rather later today, good things he has the day off, right? He settled on the couch, rubbing his temples with a frustrated, almost distressed look on his face. Then he hears footsteps; Blaine must have woken up. Had he not been as quiet as he thought? “Blaine–” green eyes look up to met those hazel- honey colored ones. “I… sorry, did I wake you up?”

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Barry’s spot on the bed was ice cold when Blaine’s hand reached for him in the middle of the night.  A contrast of chilly air and no one next to him that his body wasn’t ready for waited for him where a person should be.  The empty air in place of his boyfriend stirred him out of sleep.  Tired eyes opened to a pillow with the indent of Barry’s head on it instead of a face.  It was dark out which meant it was way too early for Barry to be gone.  Had to be around somewhere. “Barry,” his voice was still scratchy with sleep as he called out and received nothing back.  Or maybe he wasn’t?  “Honey?”  Not even a stir in the bathroom or kitchen.  Okay.  Now he was wide awake. Barry was gone and (after shoving bedheaded curls out of his eyes so he could check his phone and seeing no text to tell him something happened at work and he had to rush out) he had no idea why and that wasn’t a common thing between them.  

Something had to be wrong.

Worry replaced confusion and he was out of bed with his pajama pants pulled on in seconds. Snatching his phone off the nightstand, Blaine walked down the hall and stopped in his tracks when he came to the living room.  Barry was on the couch..but dressed?  “Hey,” his voice was laden with concern as he took a seat tossing a glance to his now unneeded phone before setting it aside and putting his full attention on the man beside him.  “Um.  No.  I don’t think you did.  I just noticed you weren’t there.  You didn’t answer me.  You okay?”  He had no idea Barry was gone at all, but he could see the heaviness in his eyes and knew the answer already.  Wanting nothing more than to make him feel better, Blaine wrapped his arm around Barry’s shoulders and tugged him close enough to press a kiss to his temple. “Wanna talk about it?”

miller mayfair.

Exchanging a series of text with a random dude definitely wasn’t the strangest thing Miller had ever done.  Being here in New York, dealing with the obligations of visiting with family, he’d welcome the amusing distraction from his normal routine of staying in his hotel room watching whatever convenient marathon of shows they had on their most interesting channels.  The buzz of it quickly wore off, and he’d almost written off the guy completely, until his cellphone screen flashed up with the most magical word of all:  bar.

A bar was precisely the cures to all his ails.  Plus, it wasn’t like there was anything all that bizarre about meeting a stranger at a new location.  Miller did it all the time.  Simply par for the course in his line of work.  And it wasn’t like this was some kind of blind date type of deal.  More like.. blind bros.  A potential to commiserate with alcohol and conversation with someone who didn’t strike him as a total shmuck.

When he arrived, the first thing he did was amble over to the bar to place down a credit card for a tab.  Naturally, the account attached to it belonged to his boss – who would be footing the bill for this entire trip, but it was okay so long as he wrote it all off as being for ‘Research Purposes’.  Ada would probably raise her eyebrows at him for daring to try to pass off a bar bill as part of his field research.  Still.  This place was probably haunted.  So it counted.

Every place in New York was just a little bit haunted.

Miller grabbed the first drink of the night, whiskey in the glass that he thumped down on the counter near the piano.  There were enough people gathered around that spot that he could pretend he wasn’t drinking solo.  He squirmed on the stool to tug out his pack of smokes and lighter, after a quick inspection of the place indicated that it mercifully allowed smoking inside still.  Thank fuck.

The back of his hand shoved absently at the corner of his glasses as he gave a dismissive look at the dude at the piano.  This place wasn’t exactly his normal scene.  Miller didn’t usually get wasted in bars where dudes wore pants with boats on them.  He tapped out debris in a nearby ashtray while the guy sang, glancing around for a signal from the one he was supposed to meet here.

Then, while he stared a while longer at Boat Pants, it clicked in his head that this was exactly the person he had come to meet.  Drink and a show.  Welcome to New York.

As the last notes of She’s Always A Woman To Me finished with a round of applause with the small crowd that filtered in, Blaine plucked at a few more keys and gave the crowd a warm, appreciative smile. His tip jar was filling up nice enough that he decided to continue through to a couple more Billy Joel covers just to keep them coming.  New Yorkers (and especially the tourists) loving that Long Island boy always made paying tomorrow’s bills a little easier. He’d get to his own music later on tonight.  Bank account first, music you wrote and/or prefer after you’re sure the lights are going to stay on.  Ahh, the burdens of adulthood.

Piano Man followed to warm them up.  His eyes kept scanning the bar wondering if his mystery texter was already there.  For some reason, the solo guy at the bar who was watching him and smoking like a chimney stood out from the others.  Mainly because he was alone and the only people that came here by themselves were people he knew by name that had their preferred stools at the bar and drink orders in a could-make-them-in-his-sleep in Joe’s brain menu.

This guy wasn’t one of them.

Mystery texter identified?  Maybe?  As the vocals from his patrons picked up in time with his, Blaine dipped his head in a nod to Miller and then went back to making eye contact with those closest to him.  He even encouraged them to sing louder with the occasional wave of his hand and bounce on his piano bench.  New York State Of Mind rounded things out and just like that, he had his spending money taken care of.  Thank you, Mister Joel.

Standing up from his perch, Blaine gave a promise to be back later, thanked them for putting up with him so far tonight and stepped around the piano.  Bellying up next to Miller and trusting that his guess was right (or this was going to get awkward really fast), the singer brushed his hands on the outsides of his thighs so he could offer him a hand that wasn’t cramped up from banging on piano keys.  

“Hi..uhm.  Sorry to keep you waiting,” his eyebrows scrunched together just above that curious gaze reading back and forth over Millers, “Or did I guess wrong and you have no idea what I’m talking about?”

thequarterbxck.

Finn, of course, was aware of Blaine and Kurt’s break up. Heck, after Rachel, Kurt was immediately on the phone with Finn, which he had to admit surprised him a little. Finn wasn’t going to side with or blame either party though. He hadn’t wanted that when things had officially ended with Rachel months ago.

He could tell that Blaine was a little worse for wear, immediately having flashbacks of the same feeling. It was the worst. He grabbed his coffee from the table and followed Blaine to the counter, fully intending on treating Blaine to whatever he wanted. It was the least he could do to hopefully make Blaine’s day a little brighter.

“I’m pretty good. On my first official summer vacation as a teacher. Best job ever,” he chuckled, flashing him a soft grin. “How’ve you been? You doing okay?”

Stepping backwards as he watched Finn grab his coffee, Blaine stuffed his hands in his pockets and greeted him with a smile when he caught back up.  He hadn’t reached out to Finn since his return to Ohio for obvious reasons.  Mainly, him figuring that since Kurt and Finn were stepbrothers?  He was, automatically, put on the outside of any sort of relationship with him now, too.  Just like the rest of Kurt’s family.  

Yes, it was cutting them short from the immense credit they all deserved.  But it was easier to just assume than to think about trying to contact them and suffer through the hurt of being turned away.  A coward’s way out?  Definitely.  However, it was safer for him, too.  And it saved them the potential uncomfortable feeling of talking to the ex-fiance’.  Regardless of how much it hurt.

Being treated the opposite the first time he’s run into Finn?  Blaine couldn’t help the crooked smile he first gave him from blossoming into something more real. Especially with Finn’s news. “That’s great, Finn!  I’m so glad you love it.  I’m sure you’re amazing.”  Having turned around when they approached the counter, Blaine shrugged and stepped forward.  “I’m..?  I’ve been better.  I’ve been a lot worse though. I guess I’m getting there,” their eyes met with a lift of Blaine’s chin, “Slowly but surely. Sometimes that’s the perfect pace.  Right?”

sebastian.

image     ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) What can I say, Blaine? My phone must be trying to tell us something, so it seems. 
     ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) I can bring some courvoisier. You’ll fall in love with it. Add some into your coffee and suddenly you’re getting both an energy boost and a buzz. 
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( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Hmm.  I wonder what that could be, Sebastian.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Wait.  Don’t answer that.  I realized my error sending that as soon as the bubble appeared on my screen.

😶

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Great!  I look forward to finding out if how much you rave about it is true or not.  I could use a bit of both, too.  So that works out perfect.
( mssg » sebastian | sent )

You could bring something to sleep in, too.  So you can drink and not worry about driving.  Or I’m sure Cooper has clothes here that will fit you if you decide to do that later.  Whatever you’d like!

kurt. @avcntgarde​

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        Tears welled up in his eyes as he stood, steadfast in the middle of Sebastian and Blaine’s impeccably styled living room. This wasn’t happening. This was not happening. After sharing that kiss… He knew the situation was complicated. Had KNOWN Blaine was the one engaged to be married, TAKEN by another man ever since their senior year of high school. But even after all this time, after all this endless soul searching and desperately trying to get over him, after dating many unlike him, even Kurt couldn’t possibly deny that whatever that kiss was — whatever that kiss meant, he had felt it to his CORE. Teenage infatuation evolved and blossomed into something much more. No longer needy. No longer foolish; desperate. Longing to have someone. He had wanted Blaine with EVERY FIBER OF HIS BEING, and he was certain Blaine had wanted him, too; their kiss hungry and sloppy, explosive enough to evoke fireworks.

This wasn’t HAPPENING.

He didn’t mean to get angry the way that he did. Maybe it was all that pent up frustration from all those years ago, locked up and hidden away for so long that cobwebs served as their main decoration. He refused to shed tears over someone so oblivious to his own feelings. He refused to lose his BEST FRIEND, to have Blaine act like and brush it off as though it were nothing. Like they were NOTHING.

         ❛ I can’t believe you’re STILL going through with this. ❜

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      Blaine wasn’t oblivious enough to not see how lately, Kurt (and he) were becoming more distant from each other.  With his wedding on the horizon, he and his best friend tapered off on their meet ups for coffee that were once a weekly occurrence between Blaine’s lecture he’d been holding as part of getting his doctorate at a school close by where Kurt worked. Their texts disintegrated to the point they barely spoke to one another outside of ‘hello, what’s up, and how are you doing?’s.  Which is why he’d invited Kurt over.  To talk this through.  And then everything fell out from underneath them..when Kurt finally let go.

Sometime during the escalating conversation, they both snapped.  Blaine knew the moment he did was when Kurt’s mouth crashed with his.  Hands could still feel the texture of warm, pale skin cupped his face

and the ghost of a delicate press of fingertips against his temples were ingrained in his memory from this day on.  The feeling of being caught, held right here by Kurt tilted his gravity, lifted him up off his heels. That dangerous second when he opened his mouth to the kiss (out of instinct and maybe..no..he couldn’t lie..something more), there was no going back.  It was messy, hungry.  His heart hammered in his chest so fast it echoed in his ears and he could still taste Kurt as he stood there trying to breathe and force himself not to think about instant guilt that flooded in and sank into his bones.  He would do that later..  Oh, God.  He would.  The second he was alone. 

Speechless, he felt tears well up as he watched Kurt struggle with hiding his own and he knew how deep the hurt inside someone he loved so much (because a part of him did and always would love Kurt in his own way..) ran.  The sight tore his throat to ribbons, shoved a rock into his stomach and he couldn’t swallow, couldn’t blink, couldn’t look away as he felt his efforts fail and the corners his eyes became wet.

“I-I’m sorry.  You’re the one person I can’t,” he stopped himself from driving the last nail in and frustratedly rubbed his cheek dry with the underside of his wrist, “..you mean SO MUCH to me. You always will but..  This is my life.  It has been since forever ago.  I want you in it.  I need you in it.  But?  I just can’t walk away.. I won’t.  Please understand?”

meme continuation. @indiesamevans

( mssg » sam | sent ) Wish Icoudl say I’m sorry for makng you blush but I’d be lying.
( mssg » sam | sent ) yourE welcome, i mean I noticed a long time ago but I 
( mssg » sam | sent ) fOrgot whre I was going with that. oh wow I ‘m drunk. this is Pucks’ fautl
( mssg » sam | sent ) Thank you forsaying that. I know that we ar just friends but I jsut want you to knwo you are beautiful and I adore you isndie and out.
( mssg » sam | sent ) that didn’t sound as good as I thought it would when I heard it in my head.