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cooper.

Cooper rubbed a hand over his face, suppressing a yawn,·“Kinda figured that out for myself, Squirt,” he told him, walking further inside the kitchen and leaning up against the counter, watching as Blaine moved from one end of the room to the other to fetch the milk.·“What have you got to be nervous about, you know you’re going to smash it, you always do,” he shrugged, stretching his arms above his head. He turned his head a little, lips pressed together as he listened to his brother ramble, the usual confident young man seemed to have disappeared before his very eyes, and he couldn’t understand why.·“B, you don’t need warm milk to give you that confidence that you’re known for. You’ve just got to get up on the stage and own it, I know you can do it, and deep down so do you,”

His eyes studied Blaine for a moment, quickly waking up a little more as he realised that this wasn’t going to just be a quick check in before disappearing back up to bed again.·“Might as well, I’m already up, might as well make it worth my while,” he shrugged, moving to sit down in a nearby chair, turning around slightly so that he could still see Blaine.·

Pausing mid-stir, Blaine blinked up at Cooper. His brother was right to call him out.  He knew he was different lately. Lately meaning way too long now but it was even more embarrassing if he kept track. so he tried not to.  The confidence he normally exuded became harder and harder to hang onto.  He wasn’t doing that great of a job at faking it either. Willpower to do so went past hard to come by and it all chipped away at him inside until outside it was just too much to keep up with.  Blaine was trying..just sometimes (like tonight) trying wasn’t good enough.  

Still?  Having the truth served up so abruptly made him suddenly aware of how off his mark he let himself be seen.  It was embarrassing but an eye opener.  As much as an eye opener can happen in the wee hours of the morning.  “I know I can perform. At least I think I do.  It’s just that I can’t stand the idea of letting anyone else down.  Weneed this so bad.  I just need to focus but my brain’s,” his fingers lifted and wriggled next to the side of his head, “all distracted and scattered.  Tomorrow, I’ll be fine.  Promise.”  Cooper’s and his mugs were sat on the table where he plopped down in a chair beside his brother trying to sound as convincing as he was attempting to be to himself.  “Just pre-show jitters.  I guess even I can get them..,” he rolled his eyes and smiled cutting himself off with a sip.

sam.

Sam smiled brightly as he saw his Blaine wave back.. ‘Blaine, just Blaine, not his Blaine.’ Sam reminded himself as he got to his feet and managing to stay up on his feet without ending up looking like one of his Star Wars bobblehead figures he had. He wasn’t afraid to admit, to himself at least, that over the last few months he had started to see Blaine as more than just his best friend, Tina’s remark about Blaine’s perfect butt had made that more than obvious to himself to be honest because he hadn’t been able to keep from thinking about it and checking out his best friend’s behind whenever he could without Blaine, or anybody else, noticing it. 

“Blainey.. heyy hi. Wow.. hang on.” He draped his arm over his friend’s shoulder, blinking his eyes to stop the spinning, “Aside from Puck totally bailing, yeah was good party. Night’s even better now you here to take me home.” He looked around, trying to remember where the front door was. “Uhm.. which way?” he asked, looking at Blaine for help. 

Seeing Sam vaguely resemble the Leaning Tower of Piza, Blaine hurried a couple steps to be at his side in case the drunken blond decided gravity wasn’t a thing anymore and defied it in a bad way.  Hearing Sam call him Blainey brought an endearing smile to his lips and he barely hid it with only a half-turn of his head.  Supporting Sam’s weight–Blaine slinked one arm around his middle and kept him close.  Who cared if his throat got a little tighter?  In dedication of keeping his friend upright, he could just breath a bit deeper and ignore any hint of warmth coming to his cheeks.  It’d be gone in a second or two if he kept concentrating on getting Sam out of here. Not that, by doing so, he was holding him tighter than he may ever had.  Except the day where friendzone became a real, tangible thing that both of them came to accept.  Right?

“Hi, Sammy.  I got you.  Don’t worry.”  He steered Sam around a person he didn’t know that decided the floor would make a good bed for the night.  At least someone was kind enough to put a cushion from the couch under their head.  Real friendship in it’s prime. “Door’s this way. We’ll get you some water, food, Aspirin and bed.  Sound good?”  The door was only a few steps past make out central in the corner.  Blaine averted his eyes and looked back up at Sam.  “I’m sure some air will do you good.  You feeling okay?  Or do we need to stop?”

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  • @pianokeysandbowties / j ; listen. the biggest life ruiner i have ever come across (no joke) and such a precious one at that. we only met a couple of months ago (???!!!) but thankfully got talking and gushing about our otp pretty fast & i already consider j one of my closest friends in the rp community & the absolute one and only blaine to my kurt!! not only does j ruin lives with her blaine she’s also an incredibly talented writer and i just can’t help but adore every single thread and verse we have together, no matter the amount. total heart eyes all round & i also love her very much!! (♥‿♥ ✿)
  • @epicisms / laurel ; we’ve literally only just gotten round to plotting out a thread for our ocs (who are going to be so c u t e!!!) but i have absolutely loved seeing laurel on my dash ever since the day i decided to follow her blog!! not only do we have a lot of awesome fandoms in common (chuck & the office), she also writes some of my favourite tv characters beautifully and i’m in absolute awe of her talent every time. all in all one really lovely person who i’m dying to get to know more because??? absolutely flawless.

// Aw, shucks!  I love you too, boo!  Oh this was so sweet!  You are my life ruiner as well.  Even though it’s only been a little while?  I feel like I’ve known you forever.  I’m so glad to talk to you every day.  You have no idea.  <3<3

trailerparktrcsh.

The edge was real. The dizziness and anxiety and paranoia, it was all real. Group was a joke. And why was it being hosted at this dumbass school anyway? And on a SATURDAY no less. It was bad enough he had to be here five days a week and now it was six.  There went his weekend of spending some alone time watching MTV and jackin’ it. What a waste. He’s clearly fine, right? The way he’s shaking and his bruised arms grip a locker that didn’t deserve the abuse it was getting. He only excused himself because he couldn’t take another sob story of another person in there. He spoke already, they knew his tale. He’d been coming here two years now. 

‘ Fuck this. ‘ 

he speaks, to no one but himself, no one else was here. No one except the people in that room.

The ex junkie moves away from the door where he’s struggling to go back in or not. And then he decides, to just leave. They would have him next week anyway. And if not, they’d just come to his trailer and force him to come. What a waste. He makes his way around the corner, and there, he collides with someone. Someone whom he’d seen before. And he stumbled backwards – 

‘ watch where yer’ fuckin’ goin! ‘ 

A Saturday meeting of the glee club was an absolute necessity this close to Regionals.  They all showed up, too.  Most of them early and they all stayed two hours past the time they were supposed to leave.  Blaine was only cutting through the halls trying to get to his locker and grab a book he forgot to take home, a song being hummed low to make a noise through the creepy quiet that settled into the school that was so normally busy, loud and full of people.  He had no idea a group was meeting here, he’d missed the racket that Mike must have made when he assaulted the locker to get out his frustrations.  Another turn and the realization he wasn’t alone like he thought came with..

‘Watch where yer’ fuckin’ goin!’

Staggering backwards to catch his footing that the collision swept out from under a pair of navy blue boat shoes–his attention snapped up at the voice and for a split second they were round as saucers.  Lips hung open with the shock.  Blaine hated surprises like that.  They rattled him more than he cared to admit.  Echoes from earlier times that still reverberated back every now and then.  Like when you collide chest first with a very angry person.

“Woah.  Sorry.  I had no idea someone was going to be there.”  Finding his tongue, the shorter of the pair held both hands up and blinked off deer caught in the headlights glimpse of a look he hadn’t caught.

“I–Are you okay?”

puck.

Although Puck hated studying, seeing Blaine more often would be pretty cool. “Hmm, I might like your idea. Maybe you could help me with biology? I’m pretty shitty at that subject.” He chuckled dryly when something dawned on him. “Actually, I’m pretty shitty at every school subject. Some people just aren’t meant to be in school and I’m one of ‘em…”

Puck nodded his head as he listened to Blaine talk. He’d always gone to school with people he knew. He was pretty confident he wouldn’t have any problems making friends if he ever had to transfer to another school. He adapted well to certain situations. However, he knew Kurt and after all of the bullying the teen had endured, he understood why it might take Kurt awhile to adjust to being a student at Dalton. “Yeah, I hope so. Want him to know that we all still care about him and are here for him, no matter what.” He took seat on the sofa and leaned back. “Really? Like a private tour?” He liked the idea of being alone with Blaine, but knew it was unlikely that would actually happen. “Oh yeah? What are some of your other favorite things?”

“I don’t think you’re not meant to be there, Puck.  I think you’ve just let the opinions of other people weigh so heavily on you that you think you’re not meant to be there.  It’s okay to need help.  I think everyone struggles with certain things,” he reached over and laid a hand gently on Puck’s forearm trying to make his point perfectly clear.  “Asking for help studying?  Doesn’t make you an exception.  It sort of makes you the norm.  In other words?”  Blaine paused and retracted his hand back into his lap before tucking his chin towards his collar in a curt nod.  “I’d love to help you.  In whatever you need.  You might surprise yourself what a couple months of tutoring can do.”

Blinking, he hurried to correct himself before he gave Puck the wrong idea about Kurt.  The other boy hadn’t said a word about the lack of visits from his friends at McKinley.  Blaine was talking for him, which Kurt would hate.  He needed to stop doing that.  His encounter with Burt Hummel was proof but–there was a good outcome to their meeting.  “I’m sure he does.  He hasn’t made any comment one way or another but..you can just tell you know?” Skipping past that subject, Blaine grinned at the mention of Dalton again.  “Yeah.  Your own tour. Whenever you want. And..um..  I like to play polo?  Sing?  Sail.  Photography?  A lot of things.  Believe it or not? There’s more to me than the blazer,” he chuckled lightly, “How about you?”

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You can do this.  You can do this.  

The mantra was in his head the entire walk towards where he was told Kurt disappeared to after classes were over.  Blaine was a jittery mess of nervous excitement and determination that he felt dancing through his limbs.  Electrical currents of a pull and need he never felt so deeply before.  They all met inside his chest and sped up his pulse into a thundering thump, thump, thump echoing in his eardrums.  Need seeped into his bones carried him closer and closer towards the entrance.  Blaine swore he didn’t need his eyes open to find the way.  It ran so deep that he could close his eyes and the draw would lead him right to Kurt.

His entire world changed in a matter of minutes.  

Thanks to his voice and love and tears shed for such a simple little creature that meant the world to him.  The two of them could’ve been the only two people inside the room as Blaine’s awareness of feelings he’d caught himself feeling, thoughts that crept in and were quickly brushed away for not wanting to ruin what they had until he convinced himself he was oblivious to them refused to be brushed under the rug again.

What started out as the briefest of pauses just out of sight so he could roll his eyes closed, thunk his head off the wall, take two gulps of air and shake off the last of his nerves so Kurt wouldn’t see ended with..

The first taste of Kurt’s lips still coated his.  A tingle Kurt’s hand left behind was a ghost haunting his skin.  Just like that..  Blaine Anderson’s first kiss, a truth he never confessed to Kurt that day on the steps at McKinley because Kurt needed his support and for him to listen–and then the detail just didn’t seem to mix with what he was trying to be for Kurt so mentioning fell to the wayside, belonged to someone who he shared an equally bashful laugh with.  

The person who made falling feel like floating so high he’d never come down.  

That laugh, that was a hint. Tucking down into his arm until Kurt spoke?  The first real display of true shyness Kurt was allowed to see.  ‘I thought we were..’

Blaine was up and out of his chair.  Their lips crashed together this time.  When he feathered a touch across Kurt’s cheekbones, he was gone.  All his air rushed out in a sigh through his nose and his tongue grazed over Kurt’s bottom lip.  His insides went up, went down and he tasted what it felt like to know that at last, he FINALLY let himself come home.  So much for learning to fly, why not just throw yourself off the cliff and spread your wings?  It wasn’t so scary to do when you knew someone was doing the same thing. 

HOW YOUR MUSE LOVES

repost, do not reblog !

based on the color wheel theory of love.  

bold the traits of each type of love that are most relevant to your muse
italicize those that are less relevant
cross out those that completely miss the mark

ALL TYPES OF LOVE ARE VALID WITH BOTH BENEFITS AND PITFALLS. PEOPLE EXHIBIT THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE, BUT TEND TO FOLLOW TRENDS. EVERYONE EXPERIENCES MORE THAN ONE.

         PRIMARY LOVE

[ EROS – ROMANTIC LOVE ( Sensuality, Intensity, Passion ) ]
feels strong physical and emotional connection through the relationship || begins with a partner who is a stranger and evokes immediate excitement || may be exclusive but not possessive || seeks early sexual adventure, variety and technique || is ready for love and the risks

[ LUDUS – COMPETITIVE LOVE ( Teasing, Attention, Fun Before Commitment ) ]
is not ready to commit to anyone || has no intention of falling in love || is anxious about a partner who is too intimate || allows early sexual activity only for fun, without emotional connections ( with conditions )

[ STORGE – FAMILIAL LOVE ( Loyalty, Siblings and Friends, Commitment ) ]
is not looking for love but is ready if encountered || is quietly possessive but not overly jealous || believes love comes from friendship but not a goal of life || only has sexual desires after commitment is declared

         SECONDARY LOVES

[ MANIA – OBSESSIVE LOVE ( Obsessions, Possessiveness, Jealousy ) – Ludus-Eros ]
is anxious about falling in love and has expectations of pain || quickly becomes overwhelmed by thoughts of their partner || forces partner into showing affection and emotion || is easily frustrated and does not enjoy sexual intimacy  || is very possessive and jealous

[ AGAPE – ALTRUISTIC LOVE ( Unbreakable, Forgiveness, Wholistic ) – Eros-Storge ]
is attracted to several types of people || meets people easily so most likely will begin with a stranger || feels concern and cares for each partner they have || is neither jealous nor obsessive || enjoys sex and is willing to improve it

[ PRAGMA – PRACTICAL LOVE ( Rationality, Realism, Collaboration ) – Storge-Ludus ]
is certain of their preferable “types” || begins a relationship with an already familiar person || believes a loving relationship is desirable for a happy life || expects reciprocation with feelings || believes sexual compatibility can be worked out

tagged by: stolen from @samevvns
tagging: @avcntgarde , @killerblonde , @devilinarcddress , @untraditionallysmart , @ofscarllet , @devilinarcddress , @ofanescapist , everyone should try it..give ya food for thought!

seb.

Blaine had stopped by Dalton again, and seemed fit to crash the Warbler’s practice. Not that anyone really minded having the shorter be there, certainly not Sebastian. Oh no. He was more than pleased to see him there, with a smirk curling up on his lips. This was where the other truly belonged, it’s a shame he couldn’t see it for himself apparently. Ah, it was both cute, and a little frustrating. The other watched them sing, heard Sebastian’s solo, and how they danced of course. They were tempted to pull Blaine into their little group, but they had to get this number down. Sebastian already knew the steps like the back of his hand… some still needed work. So he resisted the need to reach out, and tug Blaine among their number like that first meeting. Perhaps another day.  Eventually they reached the end, everyone wanted to talk to him, they missed their sweet Blaine. Who could blame them. Eventually the taller dragged him away, a hand at the small of his back leading him away to get a much needed coffee. 

The smirk turns into a genuine smile.“If you keep coming back so often, you might as well transfer back, B,” he uttered with his tone playful. He was anything, but joking about that. 

“How you’ve been Blaine? Any weekend plans?”

Drawn back.  Again.  The only reason he’d let himself think of was them.  Not him.  Not the things he said or made him think about.  Or how Sebastian genuinely seemed to want to know him. Or that Sebastian was like a new book.  Every page closer to figuring out some mystery that was right underneath your fingertips but you couldn’t lay your eyes on yet.  This was a dangerous sort of draw.  Blaine saw the way the other looked at him.  Knew that the outlandish things he said–Sebastian meant.  Then would talk himself out of knowing those things ten minutes out the door.  A paper thin sort of convincing that left him thinking about it late at night. When he should be asleep.  No.  He came here for them.  For Dalton.  Not him.  

Blaine sat on the smooth leather chair that was his all time favorite in one of the safest, warmest places he’s ever known.  Carefully placed heels lightly pressed into the edge of his seat cushion, arms loosely wrapped across his shins as he listened.  They were perfect as always.  God, he could feel the pull to get up and join them so bad that settling in the way he had was probably the only thing keeping him put.  Well, that and respecting their work. He barely had enough time to stand before arms were around him and he raced to answer all the questions and listen to them do the same to the ones he asked, or receive his breathless accolades.  Chattering away with everyone around, hazel gaze occasionally drifting towards Sebastian.  Until their was a hand on the small of his back, his breathing skipping before he caught it again and he followed where he was lead.

“I know they’d like that but I can’t.  Besides.. From what I just heard?  You don’t need me to have an edge on the competition.  Trust me.  You guys are..wow.  I’m impressed.  You’re doing a great job,” he smiled trying to hide how the mention of transferring always made him feel.

meme continuation. @avcntgarde​

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      Fingertips mindlessly toyed with the hem of the pillow underneath his head, arm reaching up and back so he could trace the seam of the pillowcase.  A lazy night watching movies sprawled out on Kurt’s bed.  There wasn’t a better way to spend a weekend.  Not a single one he could think of.  When Kurt suggested he come over, Blaine was more than happy to accept. Spending time with Kurt outside of Dalton was becoming a habit.  One he was enjoying very much.

Sometime during the Elephant Love Medley–he ended up stopping toying with the cotton texture and loosely laced his arm around Kurt’s middle, head resting against the other’s shoulder.  A much better resting place than Kurt’s pillow.  So?  He told him.  Even if it interrupted another important scene nearly thirty minutes past him settling in.

Soft silk against his cheek.  The warmth of Kurt underneath it.  If he wasn’t careful–he was going to fall asleep and it’d be all Kurt’s fault for being so comfy.  Talking was a means of keeping himself awake as well as giving Kurt a well-deserved compliment.  As far as pillows went?  His friend was an A+.

“You’re welcome.  Only being honest,” he met Kurt’s gaze when he finally drew his attention from the movie away to get it.  Not realizing he’d had it all along.  His cheek pressed more firmly down and he just watched him.  An endearing smile lingered and he squeezed Kurt softly before relaxing again. Bare toes wiggled back and forth as he took in a breath and let it go in a content, quiet sigh.  Kurt’s eyes were so blue and green.  Was it okay to try to memorize every hue inside them?  You don’t really do that to friends, do you?  Didn’t stop him from wanting to..

“Thank you for inviting me over,” he squinted when he found gray, “It beats a quiet house.  Or staying at Dalton all weekend. Not that I mind that.  But this is much nicer.”

barry.

      Even though he had waited for what had felt like an eternity, Barry was very much aware the only means of transportation that could have gotten him to the other side of the city in such a short length time would have had to be a rocket ship, which was why he had his legendary ‘crazy Uber driver’ excuse at a ready in case the other asked any questions.  The moment he turned to meet an open door, however, all of those he had been moulding over since his arrival were blow away as though by means of a breeze. 

“Hey!,” he therefore greeted back with a bright grin, deaf to whatever had embarrassed Blaine about his original form of greeting.  “Well, I mean, since you’re asking so nicely,” he then proceeded to tease, raising a shoulder as he stepped inside.  Eyebrows rose in surprise at the sight of candles and wine, not because he disapproved, but rather because he himself was used to being the one receiving somebody else with such a scenery.  “Wow…” 

      Getting a bit awestruck at first seeing Barry was something Blaine wouldn’t get use to but was sort of learning to expect.  It’d been forever (or at least it felt that way) since he’d let someone in close enough to make him feel the way Barry was beginning to make him feel. Excited to see someone.  To be near them, even.  The idea of having something like they were beginning to become used to be such a daydream that was best left as nothing more than that in his book.  Enter the late summer storm of last year and being holed up in a music sheet store for shelter for the night that, thankfully, wasn’t spent alone and, with it, Barry.  His guard and easy obliviousness to daring to chip away the wall Blaine never thought he’d build just crumbled. One chip at a time.  Until there was nothing more than cinder blocks of a foundation and Blaine stood staring down at it wondering how or why he’d ever constructed it to begin with.

Missing the chance with Barry would’ve been a shame bouncing off the walls and never getting in.  And, yet, it was such a subtle thing that now had him decorating the entire living room just for a late night visit.  Oh and don’t forget the wine.  Letting Barry enter first–Blaine stuck a bit behind and watched as he glanced around and took notice of everything he’d put into getting things ready to have him over.  A tiny knot formed in his belly thanks to the voice in the back of his head.  Was it too much?  “It’s not too much..is it?  I just..  You’re always doing such nice things for me.  I wanted the chance to return the favor and this time you couldn’t stop me.”