give me a first date. give me going to a small town carnival and my muse winning your muse a giant stuffed bear (or your muse showing up my muse and winning them a giant bear). give me going on the ferris wheel and my muse rocking the chair while yours begs them to stop. givE ME WALKING THROUGH A CORNY HAUNTED HOUSE HOLDING HANDS AND EVEN THOUGH The scares are predictable and noT scaRY YOUR MUSE STILL SQUEEZES MY MUSES HAND AND SUBCONSCIOUSLY MOVES CLOSER PLEASE.
text — blaine ; How much would it kill you if I requested to reschedule today’s vigorous make out session? text — blaine ; You looked so… cute singing that song back in the choir room it kind of makes me want to get all kinds of frisky in the auditorium.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It depends on what kind of reschedule we’re talking about.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh?? Oh!! Okay! All kinds of frisky in the auditorium, huh? I happen to love Frisky Kurt. That sort of time bump is definitely not remotely in the ‘kill me’ category. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Consider that a million times yes, Mister Hummel. Shall we?
Blaine bought a couch off the back of a truck because apparently the furniture I carefully chose from Chelsea’s finest flee markets isn’t that comfortable. It was a mid-century knock-off so I gave him an A for effort. But as soon as I lifted up one of the cushions I saw that the entire couch was riddled with…BED BUGS! BED BUGS! So we spent the entire night disinfecting everything, taking Silkwood showers then disinfecting everything again.
Santana enjoyed teasing Blaine probably more than anyone else. His rebuttals && offended expressions were pure gold. If reactions were currency, Blaine would be a millionaire. The small jabs at his fashion or perky personality never seemed to bring him down. That was something Santana valued in a person. Thick skin. If you can stand up && take the blows, while still understanding that they mean no harm — you’re officially worthy of the Lopez’s presence. Blaine was one of the few who could prove time && time again, that he was beyond worthy. It wasn’t just the same old game with him. It was pure, almost ecstatic, FUN. “Why? Does it make you uncomfortable? Are you really that unacquainted with your disco stick?” Her lips pulled into a confident grin as she threw the joke in his face. She really was having a good time. A nice comparison to some of the harder days she’d experienced these past few weeks. Santana’s cheerful laugh followed his expression when drinking the straight alcohol. Maybe she was a little tipsy already, but that was just making tonight all the more fun. “Knew you always had the hots for me, Anderson.” she teased with a smirk, slender fingers gripping the bottle to snatch it back. She did always had to have the last word after all.
Laughter, beyond buzzed and maybeDEFINITELY heading towards a little bit drunk, bubbled out of him and blended with Santana’s a heck of a lot better than the taste of liquor from the bottle was blending with his now non-existent tastebuds. Only the weak ones die, right? Hopefully. Of course the chuckles happened after dropping his jaw and steepling his fingers against his chest in a mock expression of utter offense and hurt.
“What if it did? Would you take it back? Probably not. For the record? NO. I’m not offended by it. I’m just more dignified than a man who would use such a term. A gentleman would do no such thing,” he even tried to prove it by huffing indignantly with an upwards lift of his nose. “Or at least we have better phrases for it when we do.” His hand chased after the bottle when she pulled it away. So much for gentlemanly composure when you’re grabby handing at a bottle of vodka. Or was that rum? He forgot. Gasping, Blaine gave her an owlish blink and then bent forward with a shove of his elbow against the back of the couch. “How’d you figure it out? And, let’s be honest and blame it on the alcohol. You’ve always had the hots for me too, Lopez.” A scoff twitched his shoulders up as he waited for the bottle to come his way again and stole the time without it to taunt her just as hard back. “Alas! If my memory serves me right? It can never be. What a cruel life we live..,” his shoulders sagged and he feigned a pout of utter disappointment as he sank back still vodka-less. Double bummer.
Lips permanently curved and a severe sense of pride rapidly welling up inside of him, a small chuckle escaped the older male’s lips as he finally made himself comfortable; occasionally casting a glance toward his adoring husband before blue green eyes once again settled on their small bundle of joy now lying sound asleep on the bed next to them. She was perfect. The name Hepburn often discussed during their late night post-Broadway stage babyname debates yet somehow even more perfect now that she was officially the one to answer to it. A sight of which Kurt was positive he’d never find himself grow tired of; any earlier marital squabbles beyond forgotten and inching significantly closer to Blaine as he finally nuzzled their noses together.
“Happy anniversary, daddy,” lips teased, going in for a haste, gentle kiss and features positively radiant after shooting a brief and subtle glance towards the alarm clock sitting on their nightstand as it indicated having just turned midnight. No matter how many anniversaries they had shared together in the past, their first with less-than-a-day-old little Hepburn was no doubt bound to be one even more special.
Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the top of a tiny head covered in so many dark, spiky will-someday-be-crazy-out-of-control little curls. His thumb traced back and forth across velvet skin and he had no shame in the tears in his eyes as he tucked his head down to smell his new favorite scent. The ghost of Kurt’s cologne lingering on his skin, meticulously picked baby detergent, powder and someone brand new laying between him and his husband. THEIR someone brand new. If there was ever a moment where he’d looked at Kurt throughout their years together and thought ‘I couldn’t ever possibly love someone more’, he meant it every time but had no idea how wrong he was. Because right here? Right now? Between the two of them? Blaine’s heart was filled to the brim and bursting with absolutely the most love he’s ever known and will ever discover. How did something like this feel? Wonderful? Overwhelming? No, not any of those. There were no words. Not really. Whole. Whole was as close as he got.
His family. His future. His life and soul. All here within arm’s reach and they were fathers together. “Happy Anniversary, daddy,” he repeated back with just a little taunt in return. Kurt’s quick and gentle kiss was returned with one that lingered and curved into a bright smile against his mouth. Blaine couldn’t seem to lose the way it stretched from ear to ear. “I love you so much, Kurt. Look at her. She’s ours. She’s perfect. Our daughter. Can you believe it?”
“ of course you’re not! i’m all by myself out here, i have plenty of room for a guest! don’t you dare! i am happy to have you. you can meet some of my new friends, we can catch up, it can be just like old times! ”
maybe she was lonely, but she’d never admit it.
“Honestly, I was hoping you’d say that. Getting a room would be fine but I’d rather spend my time here with someone. That someone being you. I can’t wait to meet them and you’ve got to show me all your favorite spots. Have you taken this place by storm? Are we going to have to dodge paparazzi and wear sunglasses just to get to the bathroom in restaurants?”
“I missed you, Rachel.. Way too much.” And maybe she wasn’t the only one who was lonely but didn’t want to admit it as of late. Two officially makes company. Things just might be on the up and up for both of them.
“No. Scared is, well, scared – startled is like a moment of shock.” Elliott kept arguing his case even though he didn’t really need to or gain anything from it – he just couldn’t help it. When Blaine tiptoed up Elliott couldn’t deny the little bit of warmth and care he felt; it was just such an adorable little action, from such a loved little guy.
After a few moments of them hugging like that, Elliott started to hum gently, swaying a inch or so from side to side in a soothing manner. It looked like Blaine hadn’t had an easy day, and Elliott was more than happy to try and make it that much better with some hugs and love. It was the least Blaine deserved.
“I think,” He eventually started, breaking the near silence between them. “You should go and have a bath while I cook dinner. You look like it’s been a really rough day.”
“Okay. Well. Sorry for shocking you so bad then.” Blaine smirked and lost the battle with holding in his laughter as he swayed along with Elliott. This was perfectly peaceful and exactly what he needed after the day he had. NYADA students weren’t known for their non-dramatic way of dealing with things. And it felt like his plate was full with it from minute one until he was practically rushing out the doors to come HOME at the end of his classes.
Being pulled half a dozen directions all at once would wear anyone down. Toss in every person doing the pulling or tugging acting like it was the end of their world if he didn’t follow along and help? Yeah. That bath sounded fantastic.
“Honestly, Elliott? Can you be anymore amazing?” Lifting up onto his toes, the shorter of the pair pressed a kiss to the edge of the other’s mouth. “How about pasta night? I’ll help with a salad when I’m out of the bath. Okay? Or…” Even better? “You know you could join me and we we could work on dinner together when we’re done.. Just an idea,” he hummed and then let his lip twist into a flirtatious grin. “You know..a thought. Could be nice?”
sebastian was already mid-through turning around, jostling his backpack further up his shoulder, when he heard the boy’s answer. he shot him a glance. damn it why did the little nerd had to be so cute?
❝bad cop, today, huh? you think you’re that much of a badass? what is that supposed to do, reel me in?’ he doubted somehow that blaine would just walk out of something that had been assigned to him and had the school counting on.
as for himself, he hadn’t even wanted the help in the first place. hadn’t wanted to admit to anyone how bad things were actually getting, specially not a boy he had had his fun with since he got there, and admittedly used as a bit of a steam relief for months now, as they were growing into their winter break. ‘as far as i’m concerned, you’re the one with a problem if my grades don’t get back to their usual status. or are you telling me dean weatherby is going to be delighted to grant resources for your little glee club once the lacrosse team goes down?’
he couldn’t help but to point it out. even if he HAD been the one to refuse the tutoring in the first place. it was the truth and they both knew it. grand as he heard the warblers had been, the club had been in trouble recently and there had been parental complaints about the lack of trophies won, considering the club a waste of time for their sons academic curriculum.
he crossed his arms as he stared at the other boy. he had no such problems. he knew his father hadn’t expected much of him since the day he’d been born. and the way he’d turned out hadn’t done much to raise anyone’s hopes. he could do whatever he wanted. the fact he still held a candle to the thought of ending up in harvard and proving his father wrong, was another matter entirely. ‘have a good day.’ he said, as he turned around. he didn’t know if the other would insist or not, but he was too tired to care. he had to try and catch up on his own now and he wasn’t sure how he could put in even more effort than he’d been already doing lately.
Blaine’s fingers tightened to a white knuckled grip on the strap of his bag when Sebastian turned and tossed his snide ‘bad cop’ comment at him. He hated being made to feel this way. Common sense practically screamed in his face to turn the assignment down the second it was given to him. Backing away slowly from the teacher and going home before any damage was done should’ve been exactly what he did. But, like an idiot, he didn’t and now look at where he was. Listening to Sebastian’s insults with a growing anger and something else that was causing a boulder sized rock to form in his throat. One that tasted extremely bitter to swallow down.
He straightened his back, refusing to slouch or let Sebastian see how much he was digging into him with what he was saying and how he was acting. Even if his heart was slamming against the walls of his chest at breakneck speed, he stood steady and forced his grip to loosen on his satchel. The insult to the Warblers, true as it was, nearly broke his resolve not to show any sort of hint as to how this rapidly unravelling situation (that he just wanted out of immediately) was affecting him.
Blaine kept his mouth shut rather than argue back. Why? Because that is what Sebastian wanted him to do. With the dig at the one thing he loved most being the icing on the cake that it just was. The momentary lapse of composure came in a quirk tugging the left corner of Blaine’s mouth into a small grimace he didn’t react fast enough to restrain.
Still…nothing. Until.. “I could have said no to this, you know? I could have. But I didn’t.”
“I’m only here to help because they asked me. It’s not my fault you got paired with me. I didn’t ask for it. I do this for the extra credit and because I like doing it..” He should have left it there. Actually, he planned on doing it since he was already standing and walking in the opposite direction would’ve been easy enough. However.. Something in him that he wanted to keep just as quiet came out in the smallest whisper. The question that was on the tip of his tongue every time he had the common view of Sebastian walking off after an insult or a jab. The tall, lanky boy would leave him standing there wondering just one thing. Regardless if he was feeling sassy or snarky enough to push back that day.
“Why do you hate me so much…?”
post TEN characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back, then tag ten people to do the same. ( If you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can. )
PLEASE REPOST INSTEAD OF REBLOGGING.
CURRENTLY PLAYING:
BLAINE ANDERSON; ‘ glee ’ / KURT HUMMEL; ‘ glee (by request and only with one person currently) ’ / DAMIAN SMYTHE; ‘ glee oc created for a 1×1 ’.
HAVE PLAYED:
STEFAN SALVATORE; ‘ the vampire diaries ’ / SAM WINCHESTER; ‘ supernatural ’ / DEXTER MORGAN; ‘ dexter ’ / WILL GRAHAM; ‘ hannibal ’ / FOX MULDER ; ‘ x-files ’ / SPENCER REID; ‘ criminal minds ’ / SOOKIE STACKHOUSE; ‘ true blood ’ / DANIEL MOLLOY; ‘ anne rice’s vampire chronicles ’ / HARRY POTTER; ‘ harry potter ’
/ CHRISTIAN ; ‘ moulin rouge ’
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WOULD LIKE TO PLAY:
CARSON PHILLIPS; ‘ struck by lightning ’ / POUSSEY WASHINGTON; ‘ orange is the new black ’ / RACHEL BERRY; ‘ glee ’.
// Hello peoples! I’m back! Sort of. I gotta work tonight and then I’ll be back/back to start working on replies. The concert was phenomenal. What happened before the show at the venue was even more surreal/out of this world. Darren and Chuck are the sweetest people ever (Darren’s even more beautiful in person and I didn’t think that was possible and his voice is even more amazing like woah!) and there’s going to be a me and Ames in the next Computer Games video! If you want to hear me scream at you about what happened (I still can’t believe it’s real) then hit me up! Otherwise, I’ll post some pics in the near future!
Replies to come later tonight. My muse is freaking off the charts and I need all the Blaine things. OMFG.
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