Bent – Matchbox 20 (lbr I could list like two dozen more off the top of my head rn.)
best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)
I have two? Also, apt to change depending on mood. But I do have a couple go-to’s!
The scene in the awful Shooting Star episode when Blaine makes a makeshift hiding spot with a piano, grabs Artie out of his chair and helps him hide before hiding himself. There’s not a single character in glee that hasn’t made several really stupid mistakes thanks to them being young, shoddy writing and all that jazz. But him doing that? I think that shows a lot about who Blaine Anderson really is.
On a completely opposite end of the spectrum there. Blaine’s drunken party antics in Never Been Kissed is up there with me too.
mcdonald’s or burger king?
It’s rare for me to go to either one but!! Burger King because of veggie burgers and the best soda known to man Diet Mello Yello.
In less than a couple of weeks, Jesse Saint James managed to become a staple in Blaine’s usually closed off and comfortably repetitive (but not so much anymore thanks to a certain someone) day-to-day. The recent resurfacing of a face from his past had come completely out of the blue and Blaine was in no way, shape, or form ready for Ohio to close in again since he’d done a pretty superb job of putting as much distance between him and what used to be home as he could. Years have gone by and he’d finally convinced himself he moved on from there and everything about it.
Enter someone he least expected? Reminding him of the future he’d told his teenage self was a pipe dream best left somewhere between Westerville and his first flight to New York City. At first? All Blaine could do was laugh, shake his head and tell him he’d keep in touch. When he walked out of the coffee shop that night? Empty promise. Keeping in touch was the last thing on his mind. Until he was awake at four o’clock in the morning and it was the only thing.
He called the number Jesse insisted on typing into his phone two days later..
Jump forward to now? Lunches before work became dinners after. Dinners became night caps. Night caps became someone to talk to at a quarter past two because he hasn’t left and you haven’t told him he needs to. When you’ve been left alone for years lying to yourself that you didn’t miss something like this, something like this becomes way too nice. So you don’t stop it three nights in a row. And they start to talk about everything.
Including dating life. Why they’re both single. How long it’s been since he’s even had someone to make out with after work cause drunk guys are sloppy and not his thing. A dry spell as dusty as the desert. That’s where he’s been. “At least we both get what that’s like. Misery loves company. Sorry for you, though. Not something I’d wish on anyone. But with the menu I’ve had? I think I’m just destined to go solo on that front forever..” He was only half joking
I’d totally fuck you.
That record scratch screech in movies? Yeah that happened in Blaine’s brain. The reflection of Jesse in the mirror behind him as he combed still damp hair back stole his attention so hard his hands were still in the air as he shot back. “Oh? You would? Sure. Prove it..” The splash of warmth in his stomach and how hard his Adam’s apple bobbed when he forced himself to swallow the realization that his tongue just betrayed him made his brain misfire even worse. Slack lips parted around words that didn’t come. Slick. Real slick. Good job.
NAME: J. or Jay STAR SIGN: Aries / Gemini Moon HEIGHT: 5′5″ WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? Anna
PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?
Daydream Believer – Glee Cast Version
La La Latch – Pentatonix
Face to Face -Siouxsie and the Banshees
Everyday – Dave Matthews Band
One Headlight – The Wallflowers
All Time Low (Acoustic Version) – Jon Bellion
EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? I have! A poem for Valentine’s Day. Awuh.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? I haven’t played air guitar since I can remember. Does air drummer count? Last time I was driving against my steering wheel then. I think it was to The Cure. ROFL.
WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? Chris Colfer, Melissa McBride and Darren Criss (Like pringles, I can’t have just one.)
WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE?
HATE: When people don’t close their mouth and chew. It nauseates me to the point of having to leave the room. I, seriously, can’t take that noise. It’s freaking awful.
LOVE: Thunderstorms. The big big booming, rattling the house kind.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? I’ve had my experiences with hauntings. Let’s leave it at that.
HOW ABOUT ALIENS? Definitely. I can’t embrace the thought that we are the only planet that can host life with all of the other galaxies out there doing their thing.
DO YOU DRIVE? I do. I prefer to be the one driving.
IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? Yes. Multiple times. Was cut out of a car by emergency personnel once.
WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? America (The Book): A Citizen’s Guide to Democracy Inaction – Jon Stewart
DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? As long as it’s not super strong.
WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? In theaters it was The Greatest Showman. We’re hitting up the movies this week, I think. At home? Cabin Fever 2016.
WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? (oops! i had someone else’s on here!) Oh boy. Injury? Probably when I broke my tibia and fibula on my right leg. A++ me!
DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? (i seriously jacked this up a couple times.) Just music. As usual. Nothing I’m overly obsessed about right now. My dog. Okay. My dog.
DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? Depends on what someone did? Sometimes it’s easy to forgive. Other times? You got to learn your lesson fast or you are setting yourself up for hurt.
“A Tony? There’s no way. I mean the show’s great but..I don’t know.. …You think I have a chance?”
Of course you do. Are you kidding? You’re the best there is. And it’s Sunset Boulevard. Besides. If you do—?
“Ouch! Bow tie’s too tight! Little looser, please? Thank you.. Wait. If I do…??”
I’d totally fuck you the second you hear I’m right.. I don’t care where we are, Mister Hummel-Anderson. How’s that for proof that I’m positive your name is gonna be on that list?
That night Blaine sang Joe Gillis so hard if he hadn’t sealed the deal before? His vocal cords swore to God they better have made the cut. It might have been an unnecessary amount of goading on a Tony’s behalf. Seeing as how they were never a pair to hold out on each other when it came to those antics. But why not make sure a.) he was going to win and b.) well..b would just be the icing on top of a cake he was working harder than he’s ever worked in his life to finally be able to get a taste of.
They’d been inside Blaine’s dressing room for less than ten minutes before half his clothes were pooled on the floor at his feet. To be fair? So were Kurt’s. Fast kisses and desperate-to-get-you-naked hands turned into longer, deeper strokes of tongues against one another and delicate caresses over his undershirt and up over Kurt’s cheeks. Breathless from darting off the stage and being drug past everyone before his back was pressed against the black painted door plastered with posters and flyers from his show, Blaine hummed into another round of kisses before pulling back and letting them both swallow down a few gulps of air.
Kurt’s cologne filled his nose, he could taste a small hint of it on the roof of his mouth from where his lips grazed over his pulse point, too. Sweet and spice and summer. Half a dozen walls between them and the theater made the noise from the dwindling music muffled and yet it felt like it was just outside the door. The notes permanently flowing through his veins now. Like they melted with his DNA months ago. Maybe that’s why tonight was the show. A celebratory performance for the night the word Tony Nominee was mentioned in the news with his name behind it. There was a crowd building outside, however. Well wishing fans who couldn’t wait to tell him how happy they were in person. He wouldn’t keep them waiting. Not for long, anyway.
But first..this…
Blaine found out the news right before hitting the stage. Kurt arrived ten minutes into the show and his intermission was filled with an on the spot interview that kept them from seeing one another until Kurt’s hand was on his wrist and they were here doing this. A ‘congratulations’ and ‘I love you’. About six of them exchanged and thanked for in various ways ranging from teeth over skin to a sigh of the actual words later? He couldn’t help grinning and taunting Kurt with a reminder of a promise made months ago when the rumor was fed his way that this was even a REAL possibility. “And what did you say you’d do if I got nominated again? Just to make sure we both remember,” he was grinning but his fingers were unlatching Kurt’s belt as a brow playfully jerked up making it clear that before they went out there? They were going to have their own celebration in here first. A promise is a promise.
( mssg » kurt | sent) The things you can say when you don’t plan on saying them at all. ( mssg » kurt | sent)
I know I’m going to end up deleting this and never sending it but I had to get this out of my system somehow. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Not even sure this is your number anymore. Not that it matters since I’m typing this out just to say things I can’t say to you. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I miss you, Kurt. ( mssg » kurt | sent) It’s been so long and I still miss you. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Guess that says a lot about some of the people in your life just never being meant to go away. Even if you think they are at the time. If they keep popping up in your head and that sinking feeling creeps in? Then what’s that say? ( mssg » kurt | sent) Either way. I never forgot you. I don’t think I ever could. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Please don’t ever feel lonely. Because even though I’m not there? I guess you never really are alone.
( a very brief pause.. )
( mssg » kurt | sent) I think I just made a big mistake.
BEYOND SPEECHLESS Y’ALL. really i don’t know what to possibly say other than that i just literally love each and everyone of you guys and thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking by me these past 3 years that i’ve had this sin pool of a muse. you guys really do keep him alive and i’m forever grateful having met some of the most talented and down to earth people on here.
special shoutouts to those who deal with ven’s shenanigans and/or we stalk and admire from afar~
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) youcould SAy that but you wrould be wrong. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) That’s a lie.you’d be right for sure . I think I sould have stopped probably aobut twodrinks ago. Oops? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Nto a booty call I promise. I woudlnt just text you for one oft hose. If I was going to give you one.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) I coudl call? I just needed to talk to you. Caling is probably better anyway. Typing is not mty strong point at the moment. Why did I turn off auto coreect? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Oh god Im’ only talking to the guy beside me. Hes nice. and the guyfrom earlier. The bartender is chatty too but I’m sure they are paid to be. Giving you my attention though. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) You will? i’ll ping you. I would love to see you which makes that offer even bettr. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Hello? did I scare you away? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Yesmy home of course. IF that isn’t too much trouble. I could take an Uer back int he morning if that’s easeir. Thank you.
[ + killer ] … i’d say it’s more than a little, killer. [ + killer ] if this is a booty call via text i’m framing it for future reference. [ + killer ] though for your future reference, i prefer to hear your sexy voice. [ + killer ] where are you? [ + killer ] if you’re hitting on me via text i pale to think who else you’re chatting up. [ + killer ] let me take you home.
Noah Puckerman was never nervous about anything. He honestly didn’t give a fuck about pretty much anything. Life didn’t phase him the way it would most people. But tonight was different. Blaine and him were finally going on a date. Of course it was in secret. Puck still wasn’t sure where he stood with his sexuality and until he figured that out, he wanted to keep this on the down low. He was just damn lucky that Blaine was so understanding and
patient.
“‘Sup?” Puck asked, when the teen answered the door. “You uh, look nice.” Of course now he felt like maybe he should have worn nicer clothes. He was wearing his signature leather jacket, a KISS t-shirt, and jeans. Then again, Blaine always seemed to be semi-dressed up, at least whenever he was wearing his Dalton uniform. “You ready to go?”
Blaine finished the last touches of his outfit, not taking his gaze off his reflection in the bedroom mirror the whole time. A huge part of him was overly excited about tonight. His eyes were bright and he couldn’t stop smiling. But behind that brightness was a small bit of apprehension as he kept telling himself he was fine with pretending they weren’t on a date..while they were on one. That he understood (and he did, he wasn’t a jerk..he got it..) and would be patient. Of course he would be. He’d never pressure anyone to come out or into a slew of PDAs. They were in Ohio and he had his own reasons for that sort of caution he had yet to fully share with Puck. But..it’d be nice if they didn’t have to hide. Someday..
A date, even toned down, was a great start though. When the doorbell rang throughout the house, his train of thought was derailed off the collision course of getting too worried on if this was the best idea for them tonight considering their status was beyond hidden (downright Freemason level secretive) and suggesting they stay inside. Hurrying downstairs, Puck swung into view as the door swung open. “Hey.. Hi! So do you. Really nice.” Blaine’s cheeks were flushed but he took his hand and pulled him into a hug. “I am,” his keys rattled as he pulled them off a hook just inside the foyer. “Shall we?”
Please stay. He didn’t speak for a moment, but the way Blaine spoke – he didn’t hesitate and for a spell Hunter was worried he’d missed the tone and intent of Hunter’s words. Staying meant more, more meant commitment, committment meant publicity. What had been just theirs, their own world, private and secretive would be realized in new ways if he stayed and it was imperative that Blaine understood that. Though in the words that followed, Hunter knew. I’d never want you to leave again. He’d grown to care for Blaine. He loved the way Blaine wore his vulnerability with such pride, it was brave, so much braver than Hunter wished to be. Courage that had turned Hunter’s attention towards the shorter from the moment they’d met.
Hunter’s lips parted, searching for appropriate words to express the conflicting and overwhelming thoughts that were crowding his mind in the moment. He was and would never truly be good enough for Blaine Anderson. He could be good to him, maybe even good for him, and he believed he was already succeeding on that front, but he wasn’t everything Blaine deserved and it gave him pause before his acceptance. If Blaine wanted him, who was he to deny him of that? And it wasn’t just Blaine who craved more, who wanted and sometimes felt that he needed to prolong their time together, Hunter just believed they fit. As odd a pairing as they were. As different as they were. Perhaps that was the reason why. Two halves of some unspoken whole. “Blaine…” Hunter’s voice was quiet, unsure of it’s own presences as it left his lips and he kissed Blaine again.
“I’ll stay.” He nodded, a hand moving to cup Blaine’s face, staring back at him intently and letting out a sigh, “You know this changes everything, right?” He whispered, gentle but firm, as was a normal tone to take with Blaine in the dynamics they had, though their current body language was so much different than any position they’d put themselves in before. Hunter felt more vulnerable than he had in a very long time, and for once he felt comfort in it. Because with Blaine he could be vulnerable. “Of course, I’ll stay.”
Blaine found out the texture of the blanket he was currently plucking apart between his fingers was a terrible distraction from the nervous tension he felt twisting his stomach in knots as Hunter remained silent. He was going to leave. Wasn’t he? An excuse would come and they would part ways only to see one another in a more neutral setting..until they ended up here again. Trying to twist their dynamic into something it wasn’t was foolish. One night together could change everything. Please don’t let me continue being the only one ready for that. Keeping his heart in a cage wasn’t something Blaine was ever going to be good at. He’s tried and failed so many times. Not only with Hunter either. You’d think he’d learn his lesson by now. Turns out..
A dry throat and not so dry eyes were the end result of his wait once he’d brought his hands back up to rest on Hunter’s shoulders. One foot slid across the bed as his knee bent and he cradled Hunter in place. Kisses were peppered, he hummed in spite of the tightness in his throat but the unsurety couldn’t be any more visible as his eyes darted back and forth over Hunter’s as though his deepest secrets were written deep inside them and if he wouldn’t talk? Blaine could read them there if he tried hard enough. Please? He asked with a simple trickle of his fingertips over Hunter’s temple that shifted as he spread the lengths of his fingers apart and pushed them through strands of chestnut brown. Dark eyebrows jerked up at the mention of his name but another kiss stole the ‘yes’ that was on the tip of his tongue.
‘I’ll stay.’
Everything would be different. Blaine understood that. Craved it. Needed it to be. “I don’t care how different it’s going to be as long as I can keep you. We don’t have to talk about it outside these walls. Let them think what they want to think. We don’t have to say anything.” It wasn’t him asking to come out with who and what they were to one another by waving flags and shouting it on the loudspeaker. Or singing the dozen duets he could think of in two seconds he’d daydreamed performing together. All he wanted was this. The whisper and tone soothed him enough to speak his mind and he said what he had to say because he was smiling too wide to say much else than.. “Thank you Thank you so much.” Kisses fell to Hunter’s cheek and chin, the corner of his mouth as his arms wrapped around broad shoulders and pulled the other down fully intending to make the most out of the now hours they had left.
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