jeff.

Jeff had smiled watching how his roommate took in the atmosphere of the night. He enjoyed watching Blaine enjoy each new mystery that he showed the newest boy to Dalton, how his eyes would light up in happiness that seemed to make him more innocent and young in Jeff’s eyes. He kept eyes on him through each drink when he’d admitted that he was lightweight and he wanted no one taking advantage of his curly good looking roommate and he knew that if he let Blaine get close to Thad that might happen so he kept himself close to the boy and away from the older Warbler who at times could be a predator at best.

Once they were chilling and slightly tipsy he’d nodded listening to conversations that had been struck up in their group before Trent had burst into the small group and took his roommates hand and in turn felt a hand on him and away they went. “Yes, were moving” He replied his feet catching up with the action as he reached his free hand out and tugged at Nick to join them and added “Not long I guess if Trent is this hyper” He laughed as they made it up to the roof.

Finally gaining control of his own movement as they all stopped and looked around at the crisp night air. He looked down at his watch and then leaned into Blaine “Ten minutes, I think Trent is cutting it close, but at the same time saving us from being too cold” He admitted his friend was slightly clever. “So, what are you hoping for?” he asked still closer to Blaine, “Are you going to wish or resolute anything?”

Blaine blew out a breath and watched as it came in a puff of gray. Jeff was right. Coming up here with only ten minutes to spare was smart. Otherwise? They’d be freezing by the time midnight rolled around. A bounce on his heels chased away the chill and and he did it again in hopes of getting rid of some of his bottled up excitement for this being his first New Years in a place that felt more like home than his own house did since Cooper left. Tonight couldn’t be any more perfect. Surrounded by his friends and his brain a bit fuzzy from the wine made everything feel like he was right where he needed to be.

Leaning towards Jeff as the blond drew near and queried what he might be wishing for or what his resolution might, he hummed in thought. Then whispered softly, “I’m hoping that this year ends up being the year where everything just fits together. That whatever happened before this just slips away..” With the exception of something he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the chance to close the chapter on. Their parents wouldn’t allow it. His life before Dalton was already starting to feel like a blotchy spot beating to the tune of his heart in front of his eyes after staring too long at the sun. Fading at the edges and if he waited it out? It’d fade and he’d see clear as day again.

“My resolution,” he grinned keeping his mood just as light as it’s been all night by not thinking too far back to the past he was just talking about, “is us to keep winning and for me to keep singing my heart out with all of you. Might be cheating because that’s a shoe in but..that’s all I really want to be. For now. How about you? What do you hope for? What do you want to do?”

sebastian.

❝Its barely nighttime, killer—❞ he rolls emerald eyes at Blaine both softly and playfully before a brow raises, a hand on the wheel. It was a lie, what he claims. It already WAS night. Past it. But to Sebastian, it was barely night. Why? Because when he was with Blaine, time didn’t matter. It vanished. Hours of the day. No. They were suddenly insignificant. Sebastian spent so much of his time stressing about making the MOST out of his life. Doing crazy, stupid things just so he doesn’t waste it. So he can have that rush. Succeeding more than everyone along the way. But not in these times. It was just hazel eyes and soft spoken words. Lingering stares and hands brushing ‘accidentally’. Sebastian knew he didn’t talk about his personal or home life ever with Blaine, really. Little casual brushing off kind of answers before he’s going back to filling Blaine with flirty compliments or bringing up something that happened at his last lacrosse game. But he knew that the question as to why Sebastian had been driving around out of his home at night wouldn’t be one they pondered on. When they were together, they had fun. It was special. Was that the word?

Sebastian sometimes thinks Blaine knows that he CLEARLY isn’t fond of talking about things like his family or his home. That the fact is quite see through. The hints had been dropped before as to why he wouldn’t want to. Anytime Blaine had come over it had been an empty mansion with only Sebastian in it. No warmth or home cooked meals. It was huge and cold. Quiet. Only filled with the music that Sebastian blasted throughout it. He knew he wouldn’t be judged for that. Blaine has the same kind of home life from what he’d picked up on. Always alone. Sebastian doesn’t notice but he’s clenching onto the wheel tighter than he knows. It’s always like that when he first sees Blaine. It takes a moment to CALM the way his stomach reacts. A feeling he would forever refuse to believe are the classic ‘butterflies’. As Blaine speaks he’s shooing them away as he tries his best to keep a smug smile and calmed features, not wanting to let the other know how NERVOUS he got around him at first. A fool. Yet? He couldn’t get enough of it even if he tried to distance himself from clinging onto being around Blaine so much. ❝—-I’m down, no second thoughts about it. We’re so going. Wanna give me some directions to his mysterious place?❞

“Okay, okay. I stand corrected. We have all the time in the world.” Blaine seems oblivious as always to the white knuckle grip Sebastian has on the steering wheel. Or the reason for it in the first place. But.. His hand covering Sebastian’s doesn’t pull away either. In fact, the edge of his thumb traces a light circle around the knuckle it rests on. Mindlessly picking up a pattern that’s slow and reassuring, to maybe just himself, that they aren’t alone anymore. At least for tonight, they have each other. A soothing warmth fills his bones, melts the tenseness that a lonely house started to make his muscles ache with and he curls up a little tighter and snuggles into the blanket as the noise of his shoes hitting the floor comes in two dull thuds. This is how they work. No one sees them like this. No one knows how deep their friendship goes. Past shamelessly unabashed flirting from Sebastian in public. Or how he manages to get Blaine tongue-tied in a matter of a smirky stare even when no one’s watching. No one sees that when things get quiet between them? They become something else. Blaine doesn’t know the word for it. Might not ever figure it out. But it’s something he could never chance losing and so, he plays things so careful sometimes. For Sebastian and for him and for their whatever they are he can’t ever picture going without on nights like this.

Not once looking away from his friend’s beautifully sharp profile. Just in case Sebastian looks his way, he wants him to know he has his full attention. It’s a route he’s driven so much on his own that he knows the scenery by heart now. “It’s easy to find. Just go down my street until you have to make a u-turn or go onto the dirt road. Just keep going. No one is at the house we’ll pass by. I think it’s someone’s second home. Anyway, I probably won’t have to tell you when we’re finally there. I’m sure you’ll notice,” he slowly grins and it lingers in the mischievous sparkle inside his eyes, “Mysterious. I know. Before you pick on me? It’s only because I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” His temple rests on the curved, leather edge of his seat and now that they are in fifth gear and he has a good twenty minutes before they have to shift down? Sebastian’s hand is lifted up, pulled over and held in Blaine’s lap because he’s greedy enough to want it there and comfortable enough to indulge himself. Caution aside. “Until we get there.. Got anything on your mind you need to talk about? If not..that’s okay. I just thought I’d ask, you know?”

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a muse’s confessions

😐- the most embarrassing thing they’ve ever done

Two Words: Gap Attack. I don’t think you can get any more gut wrenchingly embarrassed than pouring your adolescent love out in an a capella version of When I Get You Alone to a guy who isn’t out of the closet in the middle of his workplace surrounded by your friends and a bunch of strangers on Valentine’s Day. Only to find out you outed him, got him fired, and he gives you a nasty dose of a reminder that if you and he went further than a coffee date or two? He’d end up a registered sex offender.

My precious idiot son…

closed starter: @miller-mayfair

Blaine had no idea what he was getting himself into. A mis-text that ended up as an invitation for a complete stranger to come to the piano bar that he now called his home away from home. Not that his home was much of a place he wanted to be anyway. Not with it’s faded wallpaper, traffic outside that could drown out the sound of a train running by mid-mornings and wonky heater that never quite seemed to work enough in winter and yet always made a comeback to prove it could still make a room to a near boiling point in summer. Forget the AC. Unless it came from two fan towers he bought at Walgreens trying their damndest to make a difference and only managing to just swirl the hot air around.

At least the bar was cool and his boss always had a good meal waiting and the crowds were coming in if for no other reason than to grab a cold one and soak up some air conditioning. They always seemed to stay once Blaine started to play and the tips were good enough to pay the bills. Using his pointer to tap away the message to his mother (the fifth he only replied ‘i’m okay, i promise’ to this week in reply to her asking him if he’d let her send him something), Blaine lightly toyed with the raised embroidery of one of the sailboats scattered across the fabric of his navy blue pants with the other. Nearly a half an hour went by since he last heard from Miller. Who knew if the guy would show? But, hey, it was something new. An adventure to see what might happen. Movie quality weird and who knew what might come of stepping outside his comfort zone? Something he used to be good at..but now…didn’t really do so much.

Lifting his glass of bourbon and ice with his fingertips, the singer made his way back to the piano. The smile he caught from a couple snuggled in close earned them one back and a request of their choosing. A brow lifted and he gave them a cheeky grin. “You should keep her if she’s a Billy Joel fan,” he lightly teased the guy as he sat down on the piano bench and gave a few keys a testing plink. “Those are hard to come by and by my experience? They’re the best sort of people you can hope to meet. Mostly.” The woman laughed at Blaine’s sly wink and when the first notes touched his ears and his voice filled the room, he let his eyes fall shut and the world slipped away.
“She can kill with a smile. She can wound with her eyes...”

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a muse’s confessions

👻- what memory haunts them the most

I would say that since Season 2 is my default verse, at that point in time, it would be the fact that he feels responsible for the boy who he asked to the dance being hurt. Him and this other kid were the only out people in that school and Blaine was the one to ask him to Sadie Hawkins. While the ignorance of the boys who jumped them and ‘beat the crap outta them’ is to blame, Blaine and his nature would not see it that way. He took the responsibility of being the one to initiate such a bold move for the two of them. I can imagine that after the bullying he talks about, that boy underwent the same bullying and might’ve had hesitations, but for Blaine it was a way to stand up, have faith that they could do this and maybe change people’s minds, and have the courage to enjoy themselves in spite of the awful things they were going through. They went and ended up in the hospital for Blaine’s hopefulness and he feels awful that the boy will be stuck with the same doubt and nightmares that he has because of it.

There’s no other mention of that boy in the entire series (though sometimes I like to headcanon that his name was Eli and a couple years later might’ve talked again..ahem) and with the way Blaine hangs onto people he cares about? It must have created a deep enough rift between them that they never see one another again after Blaine transfers. Though I have about a dozen reasons and theories why that happened in my head if anyone’s interested to chat about it!

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“ There is a moment when you say to yourself, Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever. ”
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Sometimes if you want to make change you gotta make a little noise.

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ofscarllet.

Whens memories of this night floods back to him, or at least when most of them do, Barry would feel like dying from embarrassment. He’s never been a lightweight, not really. Before he wasn’t much of a drinker, and so much time’s passed with the fact his powers kept him from become intoxicated. Too much, too face. He should have slowed down a while ago. How will tonight end was anyone’s guess at this point. One thing’s for sure, there will be a lot of stumbling around. The CSI had been ready to make his way quickly back to the bar, only to be stopped by his cute boyfriend. Ugh. What did he ever do to deserve Blaine? He might as well be dating a corgi with how thoughtful, fun, and cute he was. Did he say that out loud? Nah. Wait… whatever. “Only– only ‘uz you asked so nicely,” came his slightly slurred reply after he had pouted at him. Once again he leans down to nuzzle his soft skin, inhaling a scent that was all Blaine’s, and pressing soft barely there kisses to the crook of his neck. A path was lead to those lips he just couldn’t get enough of, even when he was sober. “I want twenty kisses,” he negotiated, bumping their noses together. With a smile he pulled away enough to haphazardly drag them out to the dance floor as requested.

Blaine couldn’t help himself from squirming underneath the nuzzle against his neck. Barry was drunk and he was two steps into buzzed and that feeling that ran goosebumps along the line of his throat closest to Barry’s mouth was too much to keep him perfectly still. Laughing, he rolled his eyes towards the dark ceiling and tried his best to stop himself from an all out giggle fit. Because the only other reaction he could have to the light as air pecks that followed Barry’s moment of cute was going to be completely inappropriate for the state his boyfriend was in. “Twenty? I think I can do twenty. Do you require them paid back all at once? Or can I pace myself,” he laced his his fingers with a set of long, expectant ones insisting they were taken. Then with a sway, he was being drug out onto the dancefloor and he watched in wonder that Barry was managing to take the lead through the crowd. Oh, God. Awkward giraffe barely covered how his limbs moved but Blaine had an ear to ear grin that said he loved seeing Barry so loose and carefree enough to stagger them right to where he wanted. Coming in close, he lifted both their hands up and pressed a kiss to Barry’s knuckles and rested the other against a slender hip to draw him close enough that when he started moving Barry could match him. “Did that one count?” Another kiss lingered on the tip of Barry’s middle and pointer fingers. “How about that one? Or am I still at square one?”

samevvns.

He hasn’t thought about this much. Hadn’t at all before he caught the HEARTS in Blaine’s eyes and realised what was happening. And even after, it was c u r i o s i t y that drove his thoughts, quiet wonder that left him with more questions and no answers; left him sneaking glances at Blaine and just thinking. Had a thing with another dancer in ~~Kentucky~~ but he couldn’t’ve been any further away from Blaine — stood just as tall as Sam, with even more definition and skin always tacky with lotion and glitter — so he had no frame of reference, no clue what being with him would feel like.

Was pretty sure it’d feel awesome though, and man, was he RIGHT. Barely even started and he’s hooked, surrounded by Blaine and still wants MORE. Fingers through his hair leave him w e a k, putty in his best friend’s hands, and the hits just keep coming. The feel of his moan against his mouth, their bodies PRESSED TOGETHER… Feels like he’s the one that’s been starved for this, that’s been wanting Blaine f o r e v e r like it’s not all brand new.

Doesn’t stop there either, ‘cause Blaine talks low in his ear and he’s done, maxed out, A GONER. Can’t stop the full-body shiver or the, “Fuck,” that falls out, his voice soft and d r i p p i n g with want — can only cup Blaine’s face in his hands and pull him down with him, bring him back in for another kiss before his back even hits the FLOOR.

It’s not chaste or simple anymore. There’s intent behind it, far more than just CURIOSITY driving it. One hand leaves his face to tuck under his arm and around his back, clutch his shirt into a fist and push him closer, closer, closer; the other curls around the back of his neck and s t r o k e s with his thumb. Comes out on a breath when he speaks into the kiss, sentences lost on him.

“Blaine.”

Hearing the want in Sam’s wobbly voice pushes a soft groan between his lips that split them open a breath away from Sam’s mouth. He’s close enough to taste the mixture of him and Sam blended together lingering in the damp air between them and the flavor coils through his stomach, flips it upside down and sends the aftermath through his system via a chill up his spine. Oh, he’s just as lost. Sunk. Finished and done as his best friend. Nothing he’s ever dreamt of could compete with the reality of having Sam holding his face, giving back everything Blaine is pouring out.

He moves like half his limbs are too far ahead of themselves while the other half are too dazed to connect with the signals in his blitzed out brain telling him to catch up. Jagged and not as smooth as it ever played out in his head but it gets him to where he needs to be. Because, Sam is pulling him. Sam’s hand is balling up a fistful of his shirt making Blaine regret it being there one second and then so, so glad it is when the tightness of the material reminds him just how badly Sam wants him.

Blaine’s throat caves with the whimper a stroke to his WEAKEST spot practically choking him until he forces himself to swallow. And he hears a word that he devours him. His name whispered by a voice that he has shattered practically down to nothing. He did this. He crossed that line and Sam was his to have. Maybe not to keep, cause who knew what the aftershocks of this might to do them. But. He’d hold onto the moment for as long as he could. Why? Nothing could feel as good as when his chest lays against Sam’s, their stomachs press tight and Blaine’s hand steadies itself on the outside of his best friend’s knee to guide it closer to his side, hip connecting the curve leading up to Sam’s so he can torture them both with a barely there push forward that sends fireworks exploding behind clenched together eyelids, tongue sealing the kiss and then finding a new mark. Temptation drags it along Sam’s collarbone to see what might be like, what it might do to him. It’s vaguely salty and sweaty. Tastes perfect.

“Is this okay…,” and he doesn’t wait for the answer when he sucks a patch of skin just past the curve into his mouth intending on leaving his friend with a reminder of what them together was like by. His hand pressed flat to the floor reaches closer now that an elbow keeps him steady and fingertips dance over Sam’s shoulder. The other set slide down the back of his leg until there’s a hem of fabric it glides between searching for the spot where pale skin becomes softer, warmer and he has to ignore one last barrier of an elastic band around the leg of Sam’s underwear to get there. Once he finds it? He can feel his knuckles digging against himself as he traces the line of Sam’s inner thigh. Blaine SHUDDERS hard losing his breath and choking on gasps and ruts against him. Teeth run over the darkening mark on Sam’s neck cracking his mouth open just far enough for the whine that he can’t hold in anymore. The sensation is enough to make his breathing stop when his mouth starts to trail lower towards the rise and fall of Sam’s chest, kisses peppered and tongue dragging in spots. “Oh God. Mine..”

theindieflash.

Today had been something that Rachel had wanted to forget entirely, never had she been so unprofessional, and yet at the time it had sounded so logical that she believed it was the only way. Never again, there was probably a reason why minors weren’t supposed to drink, and after the disaster at the school assembly she knew it would be a while before she trusted herself with alcohol again. Her body slumped a little when she heard Blaine’s cheerful voice through the phone, reminding her of what had happened, and she cringed at just the thought of it. “You heard about that…?” She let out a tired sigh, if Dalton had heard about it, then no doubt the entire world of show-choir would know soon enough. The New Directions were officially a laughing stock.

“I’m okay, thank you. I think the worst is over, thankfully,” She didn’t think she’d ever look at Brittany in quite the same way again, but she was okay in herself, aside from feeling more embarrassed than she’d ever been in her life. The corners of her mouth twitched up into a little smile at the sweet gesture and she found herself nodding into the phone, “That’s very sweet of you to ask, thank you, Blaine. I was planning on heading home for the night, and laying low until all of this died down, but seeing a friendly face might help lift my mood a little more.”

“Uh. Yes. I did. Don’t worry, it hasn’t hit the show choir blogs.. Yet. I think McKinley’s resident creep was too busy in shock with the rest of the school to get any video of it. And you taught everyone a valuable lesson. Who knows? You might’ve scared everyone onto the straight and narrow. So? There’s that?” Blaine’s attempt to comfort her might’ve gone to the desperate end of searching for the smallest pot of gold you could find at the end of the rainbow but he was trying. Okay? Sticking to the offering of tea was probably a better idea.

The Warbler gave a curious glance around the shop to see if any of the New Directions kids showed up during their talk? Still no one. Looks like they would have the place to their relative selves. Meaning no familiar faces to be seen anywhere. Which meant she might be able to relax and recover without the pressure of her friends being there “You’re welcome, Rachel. Want to meet me here? Whenever you have the time. Maybe after we could go see a movie or something else to keep your mind assembly free.” Shouldering himself off the column, he decided to mosey over and get in line. A pre-emptive coffee would hold him over until she got here. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, by the way. Don’t worry. A new drama will make everyone forget about this in a week or so. Isn’t that how high school works?”

kurt.

_{❛ And so the world shall be conquered. ❜ Lips curled up into a smile, his heart skipped a beat as Blaine caught hold of his wrist unannounced; his gaze immediately left to linger on their joint hands on the table before eyeing the other male quizitively. Progress. How he longed for one night of feeling normal. Without a near constant target on his back for being gay, or his always present irrational fear of being jumped or shoved whenever he so much as turned the corner. It almost seemed practically impossible. Like some strange out-of-this-world fantasy, only to exist deeply buried inside the back of his own mind.}

_{Even now, sitting at their table, he could feel the endless barrage of anxiety rapidly bubbling up back to the surface inside of him; the warm and most welcoming touch of Blaine’s palm still wrapped firmly around his wrist the only means of subduing his nerves from detonating entirely. He was growing pretty tired of keeping up the facade. As much he willed himself to stay strong not only for himself, but for the sake of his dad; Kurt realized even Braveheart must have had his moments.}

_{❛ A tempting offer. ❜ Eyes finally flickered to gaze up at the teenage boy sitting across from him instead — positively losing himself in the distinct mixture of hazel and green before quickly snapping out of his inner thoughts as he allowed a soft chuckle to fall from his lips. ❛ I suppose you already know I don’t have any other plans. ❜}

Letting his touch stay right where it was, Blaine tried his best to ground Kurt from the thoughts that kept Kurt’s thoughts drifting off to the place that made his gaze distant and the air between them shift into something somber and quiet. In spite of how they were talking. It was the sort of quiet you can feel seeping into your bones. The kind that people who have only been to the place where it feels so cold and lonely that it seeps into your bones and makes a mark so deep you’d swear it was permanent. Only the people who’ve been there know how hard it is to make their way back home. Blaine would know.. Sometimes, when he was alone and not filling every waking minute with the Warblers or Dalton or music? He could glance behind his shoulder and see the pathway creeping up from behind threatening that if he thought too much about the things he could’ve done and didn’t, something would drag him right back there.

But there was always the dawn of a new day. The promise that the past was in the past. The future was wide open and there waiting for him to make something of it in hopes that no matter how dark could’ve been thoughts might get? Could be thoughts would be enough to balance it out. There were other things he could focus on fight for. Those were what he clung to and maybe if he could show Kurt the way to find a few solid things to hang onto that were ahead instead of behind or in the now that was so full of turmoil and doubt? Maybe they could stay on the road to better for good together. Whatever sort of friend he could be? That was all he wanted to give.

Once he had his attention–Blaine smiled and gently rubbed the edge of his thumb back and forth against the side of Kurt’s wrist and gave him a warm smile. “Great! Then I can take up all your time guilt free. Are you up for a drive? I think I know a place,” he paused then picked up his soda. “I mean..since you have the time?”