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2. binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.
3. drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.
4. nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.
5. lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.
6. night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.
7. early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time.
8. negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism & pessimism.
9. positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism & confidence.
10. swearing: the use of offensive language.}

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12. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.
13. scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.
14. foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience.
15. nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.
16. flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.
17. twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.
18. cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.
19. hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.
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25. jaw – clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.
26. eye – rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.
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28. whistling: to emit high – pitched sound by forcing breakthrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.
29. humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.
30. perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.
31. photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.
32. paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self – importance, typically worked into an organized system.
33. exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.
34. intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
35. quick – witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly & effectively.
36. interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.
37. doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly.
38. irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.
39. gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.
40. travel – sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft.
41. sensitive: having or displaying a quick & delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.
42. melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
43. chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing.
44. fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands & feet, through nervousness or impatience.
45. skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.
46. neat – freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.
47. gossiping: divulging personal information about others.
48. prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.
49. abbreviating: giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names.
50. having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.}

sebastian.

sebastian called about three different delivery places, figuring the more they ate, the longer they’d have to be occupied. he called in for pizza, some chinese, and burgers. he also knew there was icecream somewhere in the house, and he might start with that, depending on blaine’s mood. he felt the will to whack himself on the head at the hidden excitement in his stomach. he shouldn’t be excited about this, about spending time with the other boy. blaine was heartbroken and in no way there to see HIM.

he hoped blaine would have been distracting himself as he headed back to the living room, but he was just sitting there. for a moment, sebastian waited out of blaine’s vision, taking him in. he looked small and saddened, vulnerable. it struck something inside him. sebastian twisted his lips, swallowing and squeezing his nape.

he hated to see him feeling that way, and in a selfish way, he hated even more that the reason he was that way was nowhere near anything involving him. sometimes he wondered if he’d picked the only guy that was completely unavailable for that exact reason. maybe it was just easier to be on his fours for someone that would never feel it back. but what was so easy about feeling this hollow every time blaine showed at his door, and yet never wanting him to leave?

he cleaned his throat as he got in.

❝five hundred channels and nothing on?’ he asked,, nonchalant, arching an eyebrow in slight judgement that blaine hadn’t even gone as far as to turn the tv on, crossing his arms. ‘i expected more than a cliche, killer. i’m disappointed.’ he tilted his head, as blaine started to arrange himself, confused. but as he started to talk, he did concede to getting closer.

‘not always.’ he grimaced. ‘only when the warder’s out.’ he smirked some, then it faded as he tightened the cross of his arms, sensing by the shine in blaine’s honeyed eyes that this was not going the light hearted route he had hoped it would. he stared, and somewhere along the way, his gaze moved past blaine as he heard him, glazing over, not knowing where this was going, or what blaine wanted with it. he felt something sick and bitter in his stomach. he pursed his lips, and then his face slackened. for a second of stillness everything twisted inside of him and he stopped breathing, lips parted but motionless. every second he had ever spent longing for blaine to just look at him with something that wasn’t pity, or trained patience.

i keep coming back here. just be honest, please? sebastian wondered how blaine could think that was in anyway possible. he imagined for a moment actually telling the truth. what a wild concept. blaine would leave if he did. he knew that much. he was too much of a gentleman not to. and sebastian would be alone on a pile of food, feeling like crap. if he was going to be miserable anyway, he’d rather have blaine along for the ride.

he forced a smile, pushing the corner of his lips in a sympathetic facade, hands curling into fists under his arms to keep himself from wavering. ‘if you’re worried about the wrinkles, i wouldn’t bother with it just yet, killer.’ he let go of his arms and walked towards him, dropping himself onto the couch, an arm against the backing of it, and picking up the remote as he turned the tv on, himself. ‘besides, the older man routine is hot as fuck.’ he winked as he turned his head to look at him. ‘pretty sure you’ll be picking up twinks with a look, by then.’ he looked at the screen again. ‘if you’re not picking, you know we’re marathoning captain america.’ he waved the remote, as though giving the other one more chance to choose, himself.

Maybe he shouldn’t have asked the question he had. But it was out in the open now and there could be no amount of regret that would erase it from existence, so there it was. Hanging in the air waiting for Sebastian to answer it. Blaine watched closely trying to lay eyes on Sebastian careful enough that if he did skip past the truth, hopefully, he could see through the facade and..with any amount of luck, he might have the nerve to call him out on it. Probably not. But it was something he imagined he could do.

Even if, truth of the matter was, he’d probably swallow the pill and not press any further. Why keep pushing a question like that if Sebastian was too polite or uncomfortable enough to answer ‘yes’? It would be breaking apart the very fabric of what pulled him here to begin with. Comfort, a distraction, a means of spending the time he’d be spending torturing himself with what he did to him and Kurt with someone who he could trust not to judge him for it.

Sebastian would never do that. Judge him. Not to his face anyway. Not like he can imagine what’s going to happen once word of what he did gets back to McKinley. Face it. Chances were it already had. Blaine was sure if turned on his cell, it would blow up with a truck load of questions from various people that he’d rather not answer. No one in his inner circle seemed to know the meaning of the words too soon. Well meaning as some of them may be.. Needing time was rarely in his friends’ vocabularies.

The exception was Sebastian. He always seemed to know when to push, when to pull, when to take a step back. Well, after a rocky start that had him going overboard more often than not, but that felt like ages ago and now they were what they were. Right here. Right now. In understanding with one another. Or as close to it as they could get given so many unspoken things that were better left unsaid. What he asked fell into that category. Yet, it was too late and he was waiting with his stomach now in knots.

Ones that were, apparently, going to be left there. He wasn’t given one. Rather a skim past and pretend you didn’t hear me when both of them knew Sebastian did. Thing about skimming past a question like that? Sort of answers it anyway. Blaine’s heart sank. Heavy and numb in his chest. Or was it stomach? Getting up and leaving after an apology and a promise to never do it again would have been the proper thing to do. But that would be spitting in Sebastian’s face for all of his company, food and binge watch offerings as a means of just being there when Blaine needed him.

He just knew that he should taper off after tonight. He would taper off.

Running here was a mistake but one he would do his best not to make again. No matter how bad it hurt, hurting Sebastian felt even worse and he’s already done far enough damage to someone else he cherished to continue down that path here where he was running the well dry and kept coming back to take more . When did he ever become someone who did that? For now, he fought past the lump in his throat to get some air and gave his best pretending to be oblivious smile and let it go. “You think so,” his nose crinkled. “Not my style but thank you for your faith in me. And. There’s nothing wrong with Captain America. Let’s start there while the truck load of food you ordered starts coming in.” Another smile and Blaine looked away, scooting around so he could stretch out on the sofabed mattress then reached up to the back of the sofa to grab a blanket.

please let me in.

Being closed off was a talent of Barry’s, sure it was easy to read him sometimes. But when he really wanted to the speedster would shut people out, and remain very guarded. It was unfair to his significant others, perhaps one of the reasons why his relationships tended to crumble after a while. He should learn from his mistakes, and not repeat them. Perhaps in that aspect … he just an idiot. It happened again and again, and again. And here he was ready to repeat it. “Blaine I…” he looked into those hazel orbs that he had grown to adore so quickly. He was causing this man pain, all because he was being a coward. Too scared. Too worried. Too unsure of himself. Scared about the idea that he might lose him, worried that he might hurt him, and unsure that he’s even good enough. Regardless he should just push this away, give up without a fight, without Blaine having a say in it. What has sealing himself away done for him? Nothing. Nothing at all, and it usually came to bite him right in the ass again. Finally his shoulders slump a little, the tension easing out of him as he came to a conclusion at last. “….I’m… I’m not really good at this, and you’re right. I have been guard, and withdrawn.” A pause, and pursed lips. “I don’t mean to, but I… I need to try,” he gulped looking a little more determined. “I’ll try, for you, for us. I’m not going to run away anymore.”

Blaine was tired. Tired of pretending that none of Barry’s distance and attempts to push him away hurt him as bad as they did. Tired of waiting and hoping that whatever cosmic fate that tethered them together (whether Barry wanted it or not..that’s what they were) to give him some sort of a break and nudge Barry towards him just a little. Even the tiniest bit would be better than nothing. Barry’s latest bout of going days without answering any of Blaine’s attempts to contact him, finally, pushed Blaine to his breaking point. He stood just inside Barry’s apartment. Hands waving at his sides as he blurted out his answer to ‘How have you been?’. Normally, he would have answered with something equally as skirting-around-the-bigger-issue as that question was. Today? He just couldn’t. Silence swallowed him up as he waited for Barry to show him even the slightest shred of caring about what he had to say. What he got back made his mouth drop open. Barry just AGREED with him? Blaine was so ready to launch into another rant that what he heard caught him off guard. All he could do was regurgitate Barry’s response back to him. “You’ll try for me? For us? You won’t run away,” he asked feeling a little more than weary of the promise and rightfully so. Hazel eyes combed over Barry’s and his lips pouted over the question before he asked it keeping close guard on his heart that deeply wanted to flutter in his chest at the glimmer of hope Barry just gifted him with. “You promise..?”

your face tastes awesome

kindamymoose.

Since that awkward moment when she was drunk and kissed the guy, Rachel had felt a connection to Blaine Anderson. At first, she thought he might have feelings for her, but what drug was she on? The way everyone else saw it, especially Kurt, he was gay. Still, she thought that maybe, just possibly he could find her attractive. Besides, at the time, he didn’t really “come out”, so how was she supposed to know what he liked?

Besides Finn, Rachel had never really met anyone else who could keep up with her vocally like Blaine. His talent was rare. He could sing and dance like a god and when he spoke, you couldn’t help but to listen. It was so inspiring to see that much of a gift inside someone besides herself. Now Rachel didn’t think she was the best dancer, but she was definitely better than some of the other Glee club members and sadly, her own boyfriend was on that list as well.

Besides being a dynamite performer, there were other qualities that Rachel found admirable in the male. He was a kind soul and had an infectious laugh that you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing with him. He was a wonderful friend to have in your corner and was there for you when you needed a push to go on.

Standing at her locker, she brushed through her hair in between classes, getting her books for the one she had next. She looked over, flashing a smile in Blaine’s direction before skipping over to talk. “We should do something fun tonight. Don’t worry, no more drunken make out sessions. Movie marathon?” She clapped her hands. “Or karaoke!” Laughing from her own enthusiasm, she linked her arm with his, a sigh passing through her lips. “I just need a break. This whole NYADA thing is really getting me down. I can’t believe I messed up that song.” She frowned. She knew that Blaine would make her feel better. He had a way of doing that when she was sad.

Blaine checked his reflection in the tiny mirror stick to the inside of his locker. After a gym shower, one had to be a little cautious of hairgel not really going as planned until it stuck. Walking around school with hair going every which way would be a disaster. Thankfully, everything was neatly in place and he could stop worrying about it. Grabbing out two books and stuffing them in his bag, he gave the door a nudge with his shoulder and listened to it latch closed.

A twist of the lock and he was about to be on his way to search for Kurt. Their skip study hall and use glee club practice as an excuse for a 1:30 kissing session in a dark auditorium Bucket List check off was the number one reason why Blaine had a particular skip to his step all day. About to was the key phrase..

Rachel caught his attention with a smile and a skip over.

A flood of suggestions for how they should spend their night left Blaine with an ear to ear grin and his shoulders shaking in huffs of a chuckle. “Rachel. Hi! You look better today..–” Blaine paused almost en route to give her arm a squeeze as she linked it with his. He knew she was going through a rough time since she choked on her audition.

Okay. Rough time didn’t cover what his friend was suffering through. Her dreams were ruined (or so she thought because Blaine knew she would come out of this the star he knew she would be and overcome this roadblock if she would let herself believe in her as much as he did) and she was devastated. But today there was a light in her eyes he sorely missed and he wasn’t going to blow her off when she seemed to be on the up and up.

“I tell you what? How about a karaoke movie marathon? We could combine the two,” he grazed past any mention of NYADA not wanting her to focus on that again but the night ahead. “We can pick out a few musicals and turn your basement into a theater? You, Kurt, me? I’ll order us dinner and have it delivered? What do you think? I know he’d love it.”

theindieflash.

Sebastian’s night was definitely taking a turn for the better as he slipped his phone into his back pocket. He’d been waiting for his chance to lure Blaine away from gay-face and it seemed like tonight was his lucky night. He’d always believed that Blaine was far too good for the likes of Hummel, and it was only a matter of time before Blaine realised that for himself.

He raised his hand to get the attention of the bar tender, ordering himself another drink and something extra strong for Blaine – he’d need it today if things had been as bad as he’d said – then gave him an extra generous tip on the basis that he wouldn’t allow their glasses to run dry all evening. Then he waited, turning around slightly in his seat and scoping out the rest of the bar, none of them could even compete with the likes of Blaine, he wasn’t sure why he was even wasting his time with them, but he had to find something to occupy his time.

Blaine stared at the last message on his phone before taking a deep breath and tucking it in his back pocket. The clock above the kitchen stove read 10:46. With how awake he was, sleep wasn’t going to be an option and Sebastian offered a means of coping with the quiet in his house by simply not being there. His fist closed around his keys and he left the lights glowing in the empty house fading away in his rearview mirror.

Scandals wasn’t a place he went to often. His first visit didn’t end well. A beer and a mistake he wished he never made had Blaine deciding that bars were probably not his thing. Yet, here he was. Squeezing his cellphone like it was the edge of a security blanket and wandering through the crowd until he saw Sebastian. Waving to get his attention, the former Warbler stepped past the jukebox and bellied up to the bar beside the taller boy. “Sebastian. Hello.” Noticing him right away, the drink Sebastian ordered slid across the bar with a wink from the bartender. Blaine blinked down at it. “Oh, wow. ..Um.. Thanks. That was fast. Did you pay this guy off or what,” he tried to lift his voice and playfully jab at his friend like there wasn’t a single weight on his shoulders.

kurt.

Hands resting underneath his pillow and quietly listening in on the sound of Blaine’s gentle breaths, piercing blue eyes couldn’t help but stare at the sight of his naked boyfriend still soundly asleep beside him; the previous night’s events playing over and over in the back of his mind and lips curled up into an all too adoring smile as he lay, comfortably awake on his side of the bed and with not one ounce of regret about leaping headfirst into previously banned territory. Opening night had turned out to be even better than either of them could have anticipated. The decision to go to Blaine’s house, while admittedly bold and definitely something far beyond his comfort zone at the time, providing the perfect ending to a successful first glee club performance and all things Scandals and Sebastian forgotten as they had spent their first of hopefully many more together.

“Good morning,” he uttered, breaking the silence in an almost whisper; butterflies causing a significant uproar deeply within his chest as hazel eyes finally stared back at him.

Even as they slept, Blaine seemed to seek out the warmth of Kurt’s body. Bare toes touched the edge of a slender calf. More than once his knee snuck over to connect with Kurt’s. Though most of the night his arms wouldn’t rest until one or both were pulling his boyfriend close enough that he could press his cheek to bare skin and be lulled in and out of dreams with the rise and fall of Kurt’s chest. It wasn’t until morning seeped in through the windows and caused the pale boy beside him to stir that Blaine finally separated from him and continued to drift in slumber unaware of being watched now that Kurt was awake. Curls long fallen from last nights activities stuck to his forehead, eyelashes fluttered. The weight of Kurt’s stare called to him in dreams–Blaine woke up face to face, eye to eye with the most beautiful sight he ever saw. Kurt. His Kurt and a myriad of blue green greeting him. All at once last night came rushing back, his chest grew warm and his smile was utterly blissful when he took hold of Kurt’s forearm and settled in close enough that their foreheads touched.

“Good morning,” Blaine whispered back and his leg tangled between both of Kurt’s. “Did you sleep okay? How long have you been up?” Voice hushed in tone, groggy with sleep but so so so content.

cat and mouse?

Mercy was not in his repertoire. His lips did not even need to part from his, all it took was a mental command, and the metallic carcass he had left behind kneeling on the ground rose. A shard of metal pierced the subject’s shoulder, pinning him to the half of a wall still standing, like a ‘To Do’ note that had had the audacity to deem himself worthy of escaping his fate. In this story, there was no room for the unexpected, for anything he had not decided to write in it, for forgiveness to those dimwitted enough to think they could fool a God. A roll of his shoulders and the rage that had surged from recklessness was repressed. Why waste time lamenting a flawed species was behaving exactly like it always had, like he had witnessed so many times before over the ages, when before him was a spectacle much more worthy of his attention? From his veins lewdness was gushing and his hands ached for the same carnal touch. Cloth was overlooked by absentminded, slithering fingers and their pads brush over nakedness in anticipation. Meanwhile the whole of his focus was fixated on his own thumb, tracing the shape of an overused bottom lip before locking itself between two rows of teeth, the smuttiness of the sight contrasting with golden hazel eyes that pretended not to comprehend just how much trouble he was getting himself into. A roused grin and raised eyebrows warned him not to test how far he was prepared to go; how successful he would be in delaying the juxtaposition of skins, still stained with sweat and nonresident blood. “When did you ever really try to hold me over?”

The sound of the man’s retreat coming to a rather abrupt stop cutting a sharp cry of pain through the thickening air between them did not fall on deaf ears. His hair stood on end at the sound of it, goosebumps chilled his neck and disappeared underneath the collar of his shirt. This death and mayhem around them? Yes, he was the maestro that created a cacophony of panicked screams and crashes of chaos by throwing his own antics into the mix. An orchestra of his own doing, indeed. However, The Meister had always been the gentler of the pair. Death to him was always too permanent a thing. No chance of a curtain call or one last bow. SURE! Accidents do happen. Some people were just simply easier to conduct, is all. Others just never quite got the beat. But, his God? His God had no mercy. Offered no reprieve. No chance for any sort of symphonic reprise of a role that he deemed unworthy. And in his God’s eyes. They all were. The Meister didn’t have to see the man pinned to the wall to know he was there (and suffering) by some creative means. What shocked him was that he survived long enough to utter one sound. And then he was drawn back out of that bar of thought with a mere touch. One that slid sinfully towards the crease of his lips and between his teeth. His stomach spun, ribbons laced through his veins, tugged him under and tethered him to the creature who consumed what was left of his wits with one simple twitch. “Never,” he whispered back before the edge of his tongue grazed over the very tip of the thumb his lips caressed. Bare skin moved under his palms as he began to drag them up the lean lines of an freckled ivory stomach. Without warning, his right dropped down between them. He squeezed his mark, the taunt inside of Savitar’s thigh and his mouth curved happily before it closed over the first set of knuckles on a pale finger lingering just inside to see the reaction he’d get. Tonight just kept getting more and more INTERESTING.

kurt.

❝ Isabelle Wright’s office— Please wait while I transfer you.” Answering the phone connected to his headset almost felt like an out of body experience. His mind stuck on some kind of strange autopilot while his heart continued to crumble deep inside his chest— still beating; still functioning and pumping blood out into his veins and yet, somehow, no longer whole in its existence.

Of course Blaine still wanted to see him before he left. Leaving the loft the way that he did, out of the door before 7am and not once uttering a single sound as he had gotten dressed on the bed right next to the guy in question, he probably shouldn’t have expected his former boyfriend’s reaction to be much different; his thoughts all-consumed and swallowing thickly as he reread the notifications up on his phone before he finally (and after quite a few long hard minutes of empty staring) found the courage to once again open up their private conversation.

Home was no longer a person.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) I can’t.

Standing face to face with the man he had once loved, with who had he shared and overcome so many memories, who had encouraged to him to go to New York and begin to make a life for himself a year ahead of him, who he had promised to never say goodbye; who had knowingly betrayed his trust and made it seem as though as it meant nothing, Kurt simply didn’t think he could bear it.

This… was just something he was going to have to learn to live with; teeth sinking down into his bottom lip as he watched, with intent eyes, as the message rapidly marked ‘delivered’; the lump in his throat unyielding as he waited, anxious for whichever reply would come next as he fought back the tears he so desperately wanted to remain hidden inside of him.

Time felt so slow now. Impossibly slow. An hourglass filled with sand that every tiny particle was an eternity that passed by agonizingly slow seemed to fill to the brim with how long he waited for the reply to come. His anxiety turned the ache into an excruciating torture. Blaine knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he should be packing. Whether or not he heard back, he knew it wasn’t going to be a situation he could fix automatically in one night.

Kurt would still need his space, still want him GONE but he couldn’t bring himself to start. What if he got a message that Kurt would come back? What if, by some miracle, he’d get to stay one more night so they could talk and he could leave in the morning? What kind of a moron lets himself believe something so childish and greedy and foolish? Him. He did. Sort of but a sliver of hope was better than none at all.

A notion proven as idiotic as it sounded in his head when he received only two words back. I can’t. Blaine’s hope gave out and so did his spine. Slouched over and letting his arms sag between his knees, hazel eyes red and brimming with tears finally blinked and let them fall. Hope wasn’t something he deserved but he so so wanted it.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m s o sorry. I lvoe you. I’ll be ggone as soon as i can.

He pressed send with trembling fingers, eyes practically blind with tears as hope died out and he stood up barely computing what to do next. His things. He needed to get his things together but all he could do was stare at Kurt’s pillow and wonder if that was the last time he’d ever be close to him in any way. Fingertips reached out, tracing over the fabric before he picked it up and took in the smell of Kurt’s hair and skin and shampoo.

It was silly to make the bed but that’s what he started to do, letting the phone fall on the comforter as he sat the pillow down and smoothed it out. Then did the same to ~~his~~ the other one. This was it, it was over. He wouldn’t be welcome here again. He lost his home. It was burned to the ground, actually. And he was the one who threw the match. Heartbroken, there was no one else to blame other than himself.

finn.

head bowed as he turned his gaze to the floor between his feet, a heavy sigh tumbling past his lips. his intention was not to make his friends worry – but it did ease his anxious mind a little, knowing he could confide in someone like Blaine. He’d never been good at seeing himself the way others did – there was too much DOUBT . his friends always brought him back.

His head lifted as Blaine’s voice filled his ears, casting a glance at him. He knew then, he wasn’t the only one struggling and he wouldn’t be. there would loads of other seniors or young adults wallowing in their self-doubt, experiencing some sort of existential crisis the way they were. he understood all too well where Blaine was coming from. But still ! Blaine was incredibly talented, much of the same caliber as Kurt and Rachel, he could easily have gotten into any school in New York or where ever it was performers went. He was amazing. He was BLAINE ANDERSON. there wasn’t any other like him – not even close. Finn didn’t know where he was headed after school, whether it to be to New York or to the army, or to college – but they still had time. Time to make memories, make school worth remembering . his lips tugged into a faint, lop-sided grin as he glanced at Blaine again. “ I know, man. it feels rough, but YOU STILL GOT ME, I’m not goin’ anywhere anytime soon. “

When Finn met his gaze, Blaine smiled at the victory. Seeing Finn no longer staring at the floor while his mind sank into an abyss of self-doubt and worry warmed his heart and filled him with a sense of relief. Finn was such an amazing person. Such a good brother and endearing friend who TRULY cared about the people in his life. He deserved to have someone listen. Someone tell him he was going to be okay. Besides, Blaine actually believed Finn would be. There were plenty of people there to catch him if he fell. Blaine would know, he was one of them.

Hearing Finn coming around, Blaine felt a little guilty for confessing his own worries. Less than he did at first but it was still there as a caution not to bring them both down again by saying too much. Like how Finn couldn’t promise that when Blaine had just been thinking that Finn was going to be just fine and get out of this town like everyone else wanted to. Whether or not it was to college wherever. New York or here. Finn would be gone, too. Still, it was a sweet thing to say and Blaine wasn’t going to turn the attempt to comfort him. “Thank you, Finn. I know. I just love him so much. It won’t be the same without him, which means.. We just gotta make the best out of whatever time we have together, huh? How about we start now,” he brushed his hands together, leaving his worries about Kurt at a minimum and stood up nodding at the exit of the choir room. “I’ll buy dinner if you promise that after? There’s a Star Wars marathon with massive amounts ice cream for dessert?”

elliott.

“You didn’t scare me, you startled me.” Elliott’s accent came through thick on the scared, dragging it out automatically. “There’s a difference.” It was a joking kind of defence, told with a warm smile and equally warm body language.

“Hi.” He repeated Blaine’s hello softly, the smile transitioning from a joking one to something far more raw – his entire body behaviour becoming that little bit SOFTER as Blaine whispered. God, he was just to cute for Elliott to even deal with.

“You’re not sorry and you know it – but I think I can let it slide for one of my favourite people.” He used the arms around Blaine’s waist to pull him closer again, leaving them chest to chest as he pressed a kiss to Blaine’s head.

“Sort of the same thing, isn’t it,” Blaine grinned as he watched Elliott relax easing his guilt for making the poor man jump. Startling and scaring were pretty similar in the whole jump reaction factor. Either or was not the reaction he was going for but all was well and he was drawn into the warmth that the other began to radiate once again.

Being pulled in close, Blaine’s arms went up to wrap themselves around Elliott’s broad shoulders. One wrist caught with the opposite hand and locked gently in place. He lifted his heels up to catch a kiss to the edge of Elliott’s jawline before letting his forehead against the steady rise and fall of Elliott’s chest.

Hazel eyes fell lightly shut and he lingered there, relaxing and letting himself be held. It was a peaceful thing to come home to at the end of a far too long day. Whatever they were becoming together, surprising as it unfolded, was quickly becoming something safe, warm day in and day out. Could he expect anything else considering who he was becoming it with? Absolutely not.