What was Hunter supposed to do? Deal with this rationally? Think it through && make a new plan? Hell he’d be lucky if he could finish a single thought with the fire destroying his organized brain. A fire called Blaine Anderson. One full of passion, rage, &&confusion. It all started as a flicker that Hunter aimed to mold into another follower. Nothing put a controlled flame. Then emotions coated his mind like gasoline && everywhere was a danger zone. Any wrong move && the whole place would light up. && so it did. Everything burst into flames the moment Hunter initiated this fight. He tipped over the one thing holding Blaine in place && now he was everywhere. In every thought, in every room, in every fiber of Hunter’s being — he saw Blaine. It wasn’t something you could walk away from. It wasn’t like Hunter could read the warning signs && try to put out whatever the hell the two Warblers started. Instead it brought a long awaited sense of warmth. With a burn of course, but he could handle it. He wanted to engulf himself in everything Blaine was. What he wanted him to be. His imagination was running wild.
Feeling the air between them allowed Hunter to focus again. It helped him breath easier. It felt almost lighter with him out of the way, yet his chest still felt heavy with guilt. Seeing gloss coat the others eyes, watching as he did everything in his power to hide it… Those were things that Hunter quickly mimicked. Every tear, every ounce of regret, they’d share. They were connected, as toxic as it may be. “I’m the one who’s ruined things. Always am.” He confessed, a long awaited sentence that plagued him from the moment his father turned cold. Now wasn’t the time for his past to haunt him. It wasn’t even the time for this to haunt him. Right about now was the moment in which Hunter should be walking away && finding something to erase the scene they just displayed. Ignoring issues, fighting feelings, never getting what he truly desired? Those were all things Hunter Clarington was used to. So what made the situation with Blaine so different? “I want to do it again. I wanted to kiss you, again. — But I’m not finishing things. Normally I would, but then again normally I wouldn’t of let any of this happen. Funny how things change.” He faked a confident grin but it was quickly overshadowed by the tears that chose to stray, leaving damp marks on his cheeks. In a moment of boldness, Hunter closed a bit more space once again. His presence was dominant && frankly threatening, but he wouldn’t hurt Blaine. Not with his fists anyways. “Crying doesn’t suit you. Doesn’t suit anybody.” He noted, making a point to be as stand offish as he could manage. Being lovey dovey really wasn’t in his registry. He had to express himself the only way he knew how. “Why wont you just finish this? Why don’t you want to? Stand up for yourself damn it. I’m the one with a rule book. You’re free to make your own choices. So MAKE THEM.”
Blaine felt so LOST. Standing here unable to move like he couldn’t will a single limb to give barely a twitch let alone get him out of here. To disconnect and try to make all of what was happening stop. That’s what he wanted. For everything to quit spiraling so out of control. When staring at the ceiling failed to keep tears of frustration, hurt, anger away and he felt them along the bridge of his nose–his throat tightened and he looked back at Hunter seeing the other was doing the same. Hunter was crying. Blaine felt a swell of guilt explode inside the tangled mess that confusion and anxiety twisted inside his gut. Gravity shifted, pulling everything down to rock bottom when his mouth still could taste Hunter’s with one sweep of his tongue. The two emotions didn’t go together. They should never go together. It wasn’t healthy, it wasn’t okay and it was all happening so fast that he couldn’t break away and collect himself.
Hunter wanted to kiss him again? Hazel eyes went round in bewilderment. Blaine opened his mouth but this whirlwind they in that Hunter created spun him in a different direction. There were tears that weren’t his own. The want to reach out and pull Hunter from whatever place he was in to make them come was overrode with caution and Blaine remained still. “I’m sorry, please don’t–..” ..cry. Please. Don’t cry. Seconds were worsening an already impossible situation, he clamped his mouth shut before the sentence ended. The universe did him a favor as Hunter prowled closer–Blaine took an instinctive step backwards. How could Hunter say that when he, himself, was shedding them? A sight Blaine wasn’t sure how to process because he never expected to see Hunter Clarington let himself cry. His body tensed the further he was chided. Tears dried up. Who cared if he had to chew on his lip so hard it hurt?
“Finish this,” he finally muttered and wiped away any traces of wet from his cheeks with the wrist of a shaking hand. “Sure.. I’ll finish it.” Swallowing thick and steadying his jaw, Blaine stared up into Hunter’s eyes and sighed heavily through his nose. Tight lips rolled between his front teeth as he found the willpower to step forward and wrap Hunter’s tie around his hand from the bottom up. Holding his breath, the shorter of the pair pulled the other down to his level. Close enough that the warmth of exhaled breaths mingled together. Hazel eyes stared at Hunter’s mouth and Blaine wetted his. “I don’t know when it happened, or how, but I care about you, Hunter. I wouldn’t hurt you. Not on purpose.. I’m sorry I did. Think more of me than that, please,” he asked looking back up then closing his eyes as he pressed the corners of their mouths together and shuddered hard enough for Hunter to feel a staggering breath. “Please, don’t make this go wrong. I’m tired and I just want to feel like I’m home again..”
❝ I— It’s nothing, I’m—” Kurt could feel his cheeks heating up visibly as Blaine gently brushed him with his shoulder, his lips quick to mirror the other’s reassuring smiles yet still treading the lively restaurant with somewhat caution as he quietly led them over to the glee club’s usual booth by the corner. No jocks. His heart sank back down to his chest as he quickly skimmed through the rest of their surroundings.
Maybe tonight was just shaping up to be a fun night spent sharing pasta with a friend after all; his mood instantly lifted and slowly beginning to unbutton the rest of his winter coat as he intended to make the most of their evening (especially when it came to purposely missing outon a live episode of Project Runway).
“Here’s our table,” Kurt finally smiled, announcing in a sing-song voice before scooting down one side of the booth as he quickly made himself comfortable. Willing himself to relax, he silently observed as Blaine settled himself down on opposite side of him; hardly casting any glance at the familiar restaurant menu before happily ordering drinks and breadsticks with the usual waitress for the both of them.
“So,” he began, curiosity still very much piqued by their earlier texting conversations and definitely eager to find out more about the very handsome yet mysterious Blaine Anderson. “You like sailing.”
Blaine wasn’t sure that look was ‘nothing’. They may be just getting to know one another but in their handful of conversations–it was clear that Kurt was going through a horrible time. The last thing he wanted was to be yet another person who turned a blind eye to what Kurt was going through or felt. He understood the feeling more than he ever wished on anyone.
On the other hand, he didn’t want to push him further than he wanted to open up either. Sometimes getting a break from what’s going on in your head or around you is the biggest thing you need. Carefully watching him for a sign to press further if he needed, Blaine let the heaviness go for now. But he’d be there to help take the load off if Kurt needed it. Tonight. Or any other. For now, he’d just make sure Kurt enjoyed himself.
Following behind his friend–Blaine gently tugged the thick, wool scarf around his neck free and looped it over one forearm while unbuttoning the black peacoat he wore on top of his Dalton uniform. There wasn’t time to change if he wanted to make it here within a reasonable waiting time for Kurt. “Oh! Wow. I feel like I’m on the edge of the New Directions inner circle entering your territory,” he mused setting his coat and scarf on the booth beside him once he settled in.
"Sailing! Yes. My parents own a boat down at the Hoover Sailing Club. We don’t get out on the water as much as we used to but I was thinking of taking lessons again this summer. I mean, it’s a shame for it to sit there,” he smiled at the waitress when their drinks and breadsticks were delivered. “What about you? What do you like to do when you get a chance to get out?”
“Hey, Sam,” Blaine held the phone to one ear while giving the hem of his blanket run for it’s money with the other. The thread on the hem nearly worn through by how many times his fingernails dug in, scratched and pulled against the wool. “I know it’s late,” he cringed when a glance at the glowing green numbers on his alarm read 2:45AM, “and I’m really sorry to wake you up.” Guilt for disturbing Sam grew heavier in his belly a few seconds past hearing his groggy voice. “This probably sounds super dumb but..,” a heavy sigh came from his end of the line.
“Would you mind just talking for a little while? I don’t care what you say. You can read, or go through A to Z on your impressions list. Whatever you want until you fall back to sleep again. Sorry to ask. Probably sounds crazy. I’m just not having a very good night..”
Blaine’s ankle felt like it was caught between breaking in half and on fire. A makeshift walking stick and being able to half walk wasn’t going to get him back to The Sanctuary before it got darker. He needed to find somewhere safe until morning. His pulse was already racing at the idea of being stuck outside alone all night. Hand barely touching the grip of his gun when he got a clearing, then a road. All clear. Or..not. Stopping as he turned towards a noise and ended up a gun pointed directly at him.. You know what it feels like to have your heart momentarily stop? Nothing new, not in this world anymore, but it was never a feeling anyone could get used to. Eyes round as saucers stared up the barrel at the woman behind it, his stick hit the floor and his hands went in the air.
“I’m sorry! I messed up my foot and–it’s getting dark. I was only looking for a place..” Half sentences and the mantra of please don’t kill me in his head was all he had as he stood resting most of his weight on his left foot praying that this wasn’t how his story was about to end.
Cosette had been taken away from her parents by Child Protective Services and she was sent to Ohio, far enough away where they couldn’t reach her. She was walking around the new school, wearing long sleeves and pants to cover up her scars, when she heard music coming from a room. She followed it and it was kids singing, dancing, having fun. The thing she only saw in movies. She looked into the room, the irresistible sound that they were making was amazing.
Blaine slid down off his perch on top of the piano as the song came to an end. Breathless and beaming when Rachel wrapped her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. There was absolutely nothing better than starting the day out with a little bit of Hairspray (in spite of Brittany asking him if he should participate and possibly make his choice of hair care product jealous) and the company of his friends. They were about to launch into a Mercedes, Tina, Rachel version of Big, Blonde and Beautiful of when he caught a glimpse of a girl he’d never seen lingering by the door. A squeeze to Kurt’s hand later–Blaine took a few curious steps towards her and gave her a warm, sincere smile in greeting. “Hi. You’re more than welcome to come in, you know,” he offered her his arm and thumbed over his shoulder with the other hand. “I promise you’re about to be in for a treat.”
For the first six hours on shift there were no calls. It was almost as if the whole city of Chicago was fast asleep. That hardly ever happened. The fireman and paramedics of firehouse 51 were enjoying a nice uninterrupted meal. It was taco night and every one enjoyed it as usual. As luck would have it clean up began and the very familiar alarm went off throughout the house. Nick BOLTED up from his seat and headed for the rig, getting in the passenger’s seat. They were heading towards a fire that had started at the University of Chicago’s Theater. It wasn’t that far and before they knew it they were pulling up behind Truck 81. Nick could tell the fire was FAIRLYlarge so they started to triage people that needed it. Nick was helping a young woman when the squad lieutenant brought over a short male. But it wasn’t just any other short male. Nick was in shock, it was Blaine. His best friend from when he went to school in Ohio. “Blaine, oh my gosh. Take a seat.” He said, QUICKLY grabbing a mask. The other had blackness under his nose so Nick knew he would have to be looked at.
Comedy of Errors. Who would have thought the title of the play would end up half right if taken literally? A string of errors from too old lighting and a rewire mishap that ended up not so comedic. The entire stage and backstage of the area were filled with smoke that soon ballooned in a pitch black cloud filled with shouts of students making sure everyone exited the building and no one was left behind. The doors had been slung open, faculty and staff poured out but it was the few left behind when the smoke became too thick to see that were lost and trying to navigate getting out by memory only. An easier said than done task since panic overrode common sense. Blaine’s hand held tight to a girl’s who he barely talked to as they crawled along the floor in the direction of what he was sure this time was the way out. You’ll never know how happy you can be when you hear a sound like Darth Vader coming at you and a thickly gloved hand closes on your arm a second later until you realize that you really aren’t that sure after all. Oh thank God..
The air outside tasted awful thanks to the flavor in his mouth Blaine was sure he’d never get out. But they were safe and he was being taken somewhere, coughing but alive and unharmed save a few bruises scrapes thanks to bolted down seats and rough corners. His body slumped forward as soon as he sat down but his attention zipped up as soon as he realized someone said his name.. No way? Did he hit his head? His voice was confused and gravelly but he couldn’t believe his eyes, “..Nicky?”
Kassandra groaned and glared as she looked at her best friend. “Blaine, if I wanted to be tortured, I’d rehearse without stretching. Or eat from that sushi place on Twelfth. Although being friends with you is pretty bad too.” Her glare broke and she started laughing hysterically, earning a few looks from other patrons. “God, that’s awful!” She said, wrapping her arms around him.
“Listen. I didn’t know you were going to end up going full on gross after I suggested that place. Or I wouldn’t have suggested it. You love being friends with me. Put through sushi hell for my sake or not,” he beamed up at her still always feeling a little guilty for what his lunch idea did to her. Even if it was months ago. But his ear to ear grin came back as soon as she checked out his pick for her to wear since he’d won their little bet.
“I know it’s awful. That’s the point. I wasn’t going to pick the latest Burberry look if I wanted to make you suffer.” His fingers clasped over where both of her wrists touched each other against his chest. Looking back up at her with a sly smirk, he shrugged with a ‘heavy’ sigh. “I mean. You can back out if your honor means nothing to you. I completely understand.”
NAME: blaine devon anderson. NICKNAME: blaine warber, blainey days, blainey, squirt, the new rachel, bling bling, mrs. porcelain, gay blaine, handsome fruity fonzie, clark kent of season one smallville, nightbird (alias), and etc. thanks to sue/others. ZODIAC SIGN: pisces. birthday 3/18. GENDER: cis-male. FAVOURITE COLOR: navy, maroon, yellow, gray, dark forest green, light blue, red. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: depends on stress level, aims for eight though. LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: ‘ play that song by train chords ’. HEIGHT: 5′8″. (ish. i own one of blaine’s outfits..all i can say is…he’s tiny. and 5′8″ seems like a lil stretch. lol!)
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NAME: j. NICKNAME: honey, chode, numbnuts, jerkface (i have such sweet people in my life. ha!) ZODIAC SIGN: aries sun/gemini rising GENDER: cis-female. FAVOURITE COLOR: green, purple, pink, black, teal AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: i’m terrible at sleeping. usually 4 to 6 if i can sleep. LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: ’ new york city theme restaurants ’. HEIGHT: 5′5″.
“As long as you need. I mean I’ve got some obligations while I’m in town but I’ve got no plans tonight and we can meet up again if you want- and you have my number anyway so..”
As Blaine rounds back to the brief mention of his father, Barry almost winces. He was used to the looks, the apologies that came with the story. “My uh, my mom was murdered when I was young, and he was arrested for it but it wasn’t him. No one believes the kid after they’re around for something like that though because of the shock.” He says with a shrug. “He’s out now, but..Yeah that was a big part of it. Besides being a nerd I was also the kid with the crazy dad so school was horrible back home, and the only one who believed me was my foster sister, Iris, and then I actually fought the bullies a few times and got in trouble for it and my foster dad’s relatives in Ohio offered to help out.” He was rambling- offering more answers than were asked for but given the circumstance Barry actually felt that it was okay. The more context Blaine had the easier it would be to understand, he hoped. Still, he stops himself with a simple, “So um.. Yeah.”
Blaine cringed inwardly when Barry explained the main reason why everything fell apart in his life that ultimately ended up with him being in Westerville, Ohio. He didn’t mean to strike such a tender chord. Then again, what could he really expect? In hindsight, no one ends up hiding out with a foster family and reinventing themselves completely over something small. Classic open mouth, insert shoe moment. Good one, Blaine. “I know this is going to sound all sorts of cliche. But. I really am sorry that you went through something so awful.. No one deserves that,” he shook his head and thumbed at a streak of condensation trickling down the side of his glass, “Especially not you.”
Wanting to try and offer Se–Barry a way out of such a hurtful topic, a soft nudge of elbow to elbow leaned Blaine a bit closer. A caring smile warmed his features. “It does explain so many unsolved mysteries I’ve wondered about here and there. So? There’s that. Okay. It doesn’t solve them. Honestly, it makes more spring up now that I think about it..but they are ones that revolve around the real you.” Blaine shrugged and finished off his drink, nudging the glass towards the bartender to signal for another right after. “So, if I have time..like you said…there are some babysteps towards getting to know you, Barry. Which I’d love to do if the offer is still open. I mean..you know me. Or me back in Ohio. Maybe we could get to know one another again..?”
It was hard to hold herself together at the first text. One part of her was furious. How dare he defend him after everything that happened. Even now, when she was more pissed with the ex Warbler than her original classmate, the initial issues still stood. After all, Kurt was the reason this whole thing started. && He was the reason it ended. Even though in the end it was all Blaine. After all — his actions spoke louder than her words.
text — blaine anderson; I know you get off on being his hero, but don’t victimize him when it comes to my wedding. He doesn’t believe in my marriage, he isn’t coming. If that still stands with him, it still stands with me. text — blaine anderson; It wasn’t his fight, I told him how it is. What I said to him has nothing to do with this. You should know that. text — blaine anderson; I don’t want to talk to you. I know what you think, I don’t need to hear it in some twisted way that makes you sound like the fairy godmother in a knock off cinderella story.
The tip of his loafer began to dig at the corner of the nearest box. He read the messages and couldn’t stop his back teeth from grinding together. A frustrated sigh caught Kurt’s attention and Blaine quickly brushed it off with a roll of his eyes and a half-smile. Why couldn’t they get past this? They’ve all been through too much to let things crumble to nothing. Not now. Not when their lives were shaping into what the rest of their futures would be built on.
( mssg » santana | sent ) I’m not..victimizing Kurt. I’m just telling you the truth. He stuck his foot in his mouth. People do that. We’ve all been there. It was a mistake. ( mssg » santana | sent ) I know I have.. I made one of those mistakes not too many days ago..with you. ( mssg » santana | sent ) I’ll let you go. If what you really want is to never talk to me again, I’ll tell Kurt that I can’t go to the wedding with him. I just want you to know that I don’t want to give us up. You still mean a lot to me. Families fight. It happens. Just.. Can we talk?
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