( mssg » blaine | sent ) A Bruce. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I really don’t think that’ll be necessary. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Unless you’d much rather have a pillow for a fiancé. 😝
( mssg » kurt | sent ) A Bruce? You named him Bruce? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Like Bruce Banner or Bruce Wayne? There’s a world of a difference on the kind of guy he is based off the answer. I feel like I should get to know him. Since he’s been staying under our bed for longer than I’ve lived here. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
He knows more secrets about us than anyone considering his living arrangements. We should keep a close watch on him in case he starts to spread rumors that aren’t really untrue. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Okay. I’d rather have you as my
fiancé. But if what we did Friday night when we had the place to ourselves gets out? Just know that it wasn’t my fault.
“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 went slack jawed at the answer–his gaze softening until he corrected at least one of the dumbstruck reactions by palming his hand over his mouth and then propping his jaw shut up with the heel of his hand. Barry was never the one to want any sort of pity for anything. He knew that. But it was hard to not want to reach out and tell him he was sorry. Apologizing for the death of someone another person loves always felt so canned to Blaine. Giving him that wasn’t what he wanted to do. Cover his hand? Tell him that he wished he never went through that nightmare? Yeah. He just wasn’t sure that was wanted. Or if they were there yet. Years ago? It would have happened in an instant. Time and distance apart? Why should it matter? Why should it feel so awkward? No idea. It just did. “I’m glad you had someone who believed you. I would have to,” he muttered not wanting to interrupt the conversation but he felt like he had to say something.
“I wish I would’ve known this then. I wouldn’t have let you think about those things alone,” he meant every word. “You knew a lot about what went on in my head. Some of the things you said make a little more sense now..or how you acted when you thought no one was looking. We were close, right? I mean. For you, too?” Blaine missed the man sitting next to him often. It’s not like he said goodbye to Ohio and forgot everyone there. Especially not someone like..him. “We could start over. A little bit? Get to know one another the way we are now? If you want..”
RULES: tell us one favorite character from ten shows & tag ten people.
001. glee: kurt hummel. i tuned in for glee because it sounded so weird to me and i needed to see what it was about. i fell in love with kurt’s character immediately. his story and how strong he was for dealing with so much that he went through? i just adore and admire him, okay? 002.dexter: dexter morgan. my love for dexter knows no boundaries. the message that character delivers, the eloquent way they dealt with his thoughts, his mistakes, and how human he was for someone who did the things he did for the reasons he had? amazing character. 003. criminal minds: spencer reid. I would pretty much do anything for spencer reid. amen. 004. hannibal: will graham. possibly one of the most intriguing characters i’ve ever come across. from the minute i started the show, i was addicted to will. granted, i loved him from the books but damn.. hugh dancy WAS will graham. 005. bates motel: chick. you weird mountain hippy man with questionable everything. ily. 006.the walking dead: carol peletier. she is everything. i love her strength and her courage. her character growth is astounding from where she started to what she became. she’s utterly beautiful inside and out. 007.true blood: lafayette reynolds. if you don’t love lafayette? we can’t be friends. the man is just unapologetically himself and there’s nothing more admirable than that. 008.the vampire diaries: stefan salvatore. i didn’t like what the show did to him from about season 3 on but i love that character and sometimes i really miss playing him. 009. shameless: lip gallagher. mickey is so close to him though. both of them are just so..i don’t even have words except i love you and let me keep you. 010.american horror story: chad warwick. sassy chad! i’ve wanted to rp with one for so long. so many ideas of what to do with that plotline.
He had to do it. There was no other way to prevent what was happening. Over, and over again the scene would play in his mind. Barry would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, gasping for breath at the horror in his mind. Of course the speedster would just tell Blaine it was nothing, just a nightmare relating to his mother’s death. Sometimes that was true. Not for the first time he wished he had been honest with his boyfriend, told him about being the Flash, about being a metahuman. But… he was advised not to, and look where it led them. In the future… he saw the man he loved, the man he was living with, someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with… die. And it was all HIS fault. It was ties to Barry that would get him hurt, get him into this mess; that needed to be stopped. This was the last resort he could think of, the last thing he could do. And man, he would rather take a vibrating hand to the chest than this. Yet he was still going to go through with it, regardless of the fact that he loved him so much. Blaine being alive, and safe was far more important. The smart thing would have been to come clean about everything, except his fear was driving his actions. Calling the shots. Later he would regret it. For now his mind was clouded; he was scared.
So he packed up all his things, bags ready as he sat on the couch, their couch that they used to cuddle, and watch movies on. Shuts his eyes tightly, and tries to keep himself composed. That pain in his chest won’t subside, and he’s trying to not shed tears. He doesn’t get to feel sad, he doesn’t get to cry. This was completely unfair to Blaine, and he deserved better. He deserved so much better than Barry. Selfish, and cruel. He was no hero. Just a scared boy who hasn’t stopped running since that night so long ago. Even if he wanted to be with Blaine, the other’s safety came first, regardless of the fact not that long ago Barry had gotten him a ring. One unbeknownst to him had been left in their cabinet while he was packing his things.
He heard the door open, and knew this was it. This… this was it, whatever happens now was for the best. Blaine could live his life happily, safe, and live his dreams. Fall…. fall in love with someone else ( Barry felt like he might die at the idea ), and…. and be happy. The speedster hears his voice, and tries not to cry. Fuck, he’s going to miss waking up to that sound. And then he sees him, and it’s almost too much. He’ll never have this again. Never. Honestly, he didn’t deserve the time they had anyway. It… it was the right thing to do. Blaine was basically sunshine, and Barry had no right to taint that. None. “Blaine…we… we have to talk,” even uttering those words had been difficult. But they were out, and he couldn’t stop it now. This was it. This was how he loses the best thing, best person that ever came into his life.
Rehearsals, fittings, more rehearsals, a technical difficulty that took over an hour to fix. Blaine was abuzz with the excitement of it all. Where some of the seasoned actors grumbled after being forced to stay late–there were no complaints from the soon-to-be-graduate student from NYADA who somehow lucked out enough to land a role in an actual Broadway production as his work study. However, once they were released? He rushed out to go see the only thing that had him antsy to go before it got any later. Barry would be at home waiting. Blaine shot the CSI a text to let him know he was on his way–frowning thoughtfully when he received nothing back but shrugged it off as Barry napping off the day.
Deciding the best way to wake up a snoozing partner was with take-out and a bottle of wine–he jogged from the elevator to their apartment, a pizza box on his hip and a bottle of wine tucked under his arm. Getting open the door might’ve taken a few fancy balance moves considering the box was huge and he was too tired to think about setting the bottle on the floor–but after conquering that battle? A heel was used to bonk the door shut and he called out from the kitchen as he sat their dinner and the wine bottle down on the white tiled countertop. “Barry! I’m home! Sorry we ran late. There was an issue with the sound and we had to wait for them to fix it. I brought dinner! One of those giant pizzas from that place you like! Oh and wine! I figured I could dress up a trash dinner somehow” his smile could be heard in his voice.
No answer. Was he still asleep? Oblivious to what was waiting for him–Blaine walked down the hallway, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the hook before going in search of his sleepyheaded boyfriend figuring he’d be a mess of limbs hanging off the edge of the couch. What he saw sitting there wasn’t anything he could have expected and it took him a minute to connect the dots between the bags, Barry’s face and the words he just heard. His smile went out like the last flickers of a candle. Their eyes connected and Blaine’s brows wrinkled towards one another–his stomach fell to the bottom basement floor of their apartment building. “We do? Why? What’s the matter? Did something happen?” Instinct had him trying not to sound so worried by the expression he was staring at but it had to be something serious. All the while? He was expecting it to be something about work, something he wasn’t going to like. Something dangerous. Or yet another case that’d give Barry more nightmares that were getting worse and worse. Anything but what was actually going on. “Where are you going?”
Olive fingers laced through ivory and he held onto Kurt sleeping next to him like the two of them might spiral out into space if he let go. Blaine never fell asleep before his fiance’. Not once since this trip back to New York did he allow himself even a wink until Kurt’s breathing was steady, the tears stopped and quiet settled into the loft.
God this quiet. It was stomach churning to lay there awake in. No matter how many times he told himself it didn’t get to him to be the last one awake? He never truly convinced himself.
They were all in pieces. Kurt’s and Rachel’s were just more important to fix but in the middle of the night? His own hurt came in and his head spun with how he was going to glue the three of them back together. Until there was nothing but dark and he was asleep, no real answers coming to mind other than: I’ll just be here..
Rachel. He heard her in the light sleep he’d drifted off to. Kurt was still sleeping and he was now an expert of getting out of bed without stirring him. Blaine was inside ‘her room’ in seconds.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Shh, don’t worry about that. It’s what I’m here for..,” the bed gave a rattle as he climbed into lay beside her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she was pulled into his arms.
As Blaine stood Skylar quickly followed, grabbing his messenger bag to quickly swing over his shoulder. Ensuring that his blazer was properly in place, Skylar took a moment to smooth out the wrinkles and straighten his tie. After the level of perfection he was looking for was reached, he looked up at the coach who was motioning for him to head towards the door. Following the direction, the Head Warbler listened intently as Blaine spoke. The story seemed bizarre, yet not out of character of the Warblers. They seemed to get upset quickly, even when asked if they were all gay. “It is comforting to know that others have had similar struggles.” Skylar said as the story came to an end.
Skylar noticed, he noticed the fall in the face of the older, how for one second it seemed as if something were wrong. Most of the time spent around the former Warbler he was optimistic, energetic, and wise. However, Skylar was smart enough to know that it wasn’t always the case, everyone had secrets. As much as he wanted to push and ask Blaine about his, he knew better than to cross that line. If he wanted to share, he would. “It also also reassuring to know that you all came back from it. It gives me hope that this is all temporary and we will be back to normal soon.” Skylar bit his bottom lip as he took a moment to ponder over the question. There were so many things that the Warblers wanted from this year, they all had goals as a group and as individuals. Yet he knew what the one common goal between all the members was. “We want to bring the honor and good name back to the Warblers.”
Blaine listened to everything Skylar had to say, honing in on the answer to his question first and foremost. What he heard made pride fill his heart. He nodded, skipping back a beat before addressing his purpose of why he asked what he had. “It’s show choir, Skylar. Dramatic outbursts will always be a thing,” he grinned trying to make the boy feel better as they walked towards Dalton’s cafe, “I don’t think you can have one without the other. Even in a place like Dalton.” Hazel eyes roamed over the hallway and he couldn’t help the wistful smile that curved the edges of his mouth. “As peaceful as it is most of the time–the Warblers can have their moments where a spot of chaotic arguments and disagreements can happen. We’ll always come back from whatever happens. Give it time. We’ll remind them of why we all love the Warblers as much as we do.”
“You know? I want that more than anything? To bring our name back to where it was before the fiasco that was Hunter Clarington and his insane idea that we weren’t good enough to win without,” he held up his fingers in air quotations, “help.” Lowering both hands and balling them into loose fists that were shoved into his pockets, he shook his head and let out a heavy sigh. “We’re heading in the right direction. I just wish I would have been able to stop it before it ever got that out of hand. Sometimes it’s hard not to think about what would have happened if I just came back when they wanted me to.” There was no way Blaine would’ve ever let that happen. No way in hell. All they could do was rebuild after their reputation was drug through the mud the way it was in the wake of the scandal. There were steps already taken. Skylar and the others would get them the rest of the way there and having the chance to help them along? That was where Blaine’s focus, passion and drive was. “We can’t erase what happened? But I’ll help us fight tooth and nail to get back to where we used to be. I’m really proud to have you to work towards that with, you know?”
Whens memories of this night floods back to him, or at least when most of them do, Barry would feel like dying from embarrassment. He’s never been a lightweight, not really. Before he wasn’t much of a drinker, and so much time’s passed with the fact his powers kept him from become intoxicated. Too much, too face. He should have slowed down a while ago. How will tonight end was anyone’s guess at this point. One thing’s for sure, there will be a lot of stumbling around. The CSI had been ready to make his way quickly back to the bar, only to be stopped by his cute boyfriend. Ugh. What did he ever do to deserve Blaine? He might as well be dating a corgi with how thoughtful, fun, and cute he was. Did he say that out loud? Nah. Wait… whatever. “Only– only ‘uz you asked so nicely,” came his slightly slurred reply after he had pouted at him. Once again he leans down to nuzzle his soft skin, inhaling a scent that was all Blaine’s, and pressing soft barely there kisses to the crook of his neck. A path was lead to those lips he just couldn’t get enough of, even when he was sober. “I want twenty kisses,” he negotiated, bumping their noses together. With a smile he pulled away enough to haphazardly drag them out to the dance floor as requested.
Seeing Barry fully let loose made Blaine’s chest fill with warmth and his smile was unfadable as he watched the drunk character of his boyfriend for the first time. And it was adorable. Putting out the suggestion for a dance or three (he, actually, planned on making it more than a few just to space out the next set of drinks) was his means to keep Barry from getting falling over drunk. Hey! Those were some long legs! One of his favorite parts of Barry, sure, but the man truly had a set of legs that would put a giraffe’s to shame! Even if Blaine was strong and he knew he could pick him up? How awkward would not only they but adding in limp noodle arms to the mix be to keep under control? When you’re standing at 5′8″ (on a good day with shoes on but no one had to know any different and Blaine would go to his grave claiming that was his true height if anyone asked) trying to tug along someone that clumsy and limbed? It pretty much equated to a corgi trying attempting to use his teeth to tug a down-for-the-count great dane by the collar to wherever it’d be safe for him to pass out. Mental image of that aside, shivers tingled up his spine at the kisses to the crook of his neck. Weak spot, no fair! And the negotiation was readily agreed to with several quick nods before a thick swallow and a smile brightened Blaine’s features. Nose bumps? Blaine melted. Lead out onto the dancefloor–he said a prayer for his toes before pulling Barry close and starting to move to the music. “I just want to let you know? You’re so cute right now, that it’s almost too cute. It’s pretty unfair!”
Does “mixed” count? I love Blaine and I love Darren. If a duplicate follows me like @warbleralways and we become friends ooc and hang out in the trashcan that is our love for the two? I’m in love and we can be soulmates. However, I’ve had duplicates follow me and say absolutely nothing to me, not even an hello, before they start reblogging things I’ve spent a lot of time finding for this blog either digging through resources, or were made for me, or put together myself. Even headcanons I’ve expanded on. Most of which wouldn’t be so bad if they just got to know me with a simple “hey”. But when they don’t? (continued)
[[More Salt Under the Read More]]
I feel like they’re just here to use me for a resource and I think that’s kinda rude when there are actual resource blogs out there. And I get pretty grumpy when it’s headcanons I’ve worked hard on that pop up on their page. So, yeah! Say hi and let’s be friends because obvs we have a few things in common! We can even discover more things about this cutie pie that you and I both love and can use. Or inspire each other!
❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?
Not really, unless you count the actor themselves doing something incredibly stupid and ruining their own face? A situation easily replaced with a faceclaim switch. As far as characters? You might laugh but Sebastian was ruined for me for a while due to someone treating me horribly when I first joined the glee community. I don’t think they’re here anymore. Anyway. That was short lived when I found my first amazing Sebastian roleplayer who warmed me up to the character. And now look at me? Seblaine/Sebastian trash. 😛
❣ How salty are you feeling right now?
Lightly to mildly salted. Like a salted caramel mocha level of salty. But much less of a grumpy ass than I was earlier today!
Barry found himself caught between two opposing thoughts; on the one hand, the whole of his body advised him to make the most out of that marvelous sensation that was suddenly flowing through him, and he followed said advice by placing a hand on Blaine’s knee before it absentmindedly made its way up to the middle of his thigh. On the other hand, personal experience couldn’t help reminded him that when something seemed too good to be true, it probably was, that nothing could feel so wonderfully right and not come with a price. Whether he liked it or not, even if this were as dangerous as he paranoiacally feared in the back of his mind, he was beyond any chance of pulling away at that moment. And if he hadn’t been before, he certainly did the moment he heard Blaine whispering his name, triggering something that, if it wasn’t new, then was definitely a dozen times more intense than he had ever felt it. He took advantage of the pause the kiss had taken to trace the shape of Blaine’s lips with his own, reluctant to part from him for longer than an instant. An instant in which, catching the other sneaking a peek through his eyelashes like he was doing himself, he let a swift smile tug at the corner of his mouth.
The ball of his foot pushed the floor to impulse him forward, leaning over Blaine while he leaned against the back of the couch. The little voice in his head that had originally been warning him about the dangers of letting himself go so carelessly faded further and further each passing moment, to the point it was left close to completely silent when Blaine’s hand cupped his chin. He gave in, utterly, absolutely and completely, trusting his parted lips to his will and demand. And he was not disappointed. A second was all it took for him to know he had made the smart choice. The unprecedentedly intense feeling tugged at his chest and down his thorax until settling in the pit of his stomach, inspiring a groan in the back of his throat that responded to Blaine’s and kept on echoing, voicing his desperation for more, which only grew thirstier the more of his mouth he explored. His hand curled around his thigh, pulling him closer by his legs while his other hand lowered from the back of his neck to his shoulder blade, clawing at Blaine’s shirt with the same urgency with which he held onto his.
Feeling Bary and the slight press of his weight as he hovered over him sent all of Blaine’s inner gravity spiraling through his chest until it coiled in his belly. The tug on his thigh sent him reeling and he curved his back just to feel more of Barry’s body and push himself closer. “Barry,” he breathed between their mouths. His grip on Barry’s shirt held tight as his lips were explored with a pair he was quickly becoming unable to get enough of the taste of. Lashes flicked open and a dazed, hazy stare found Barry’s smile and he felt his own lips turn into a lopsided, wet lipped smile in return. This is what the taste of weeks of wondering what this would be like was when he finally had the chance to have it. And oh god, did he WONDER. At severely inappropriate levels and just as inappropriate times. If you considered they kept themselves as friends and you weren’t supposed to think of friends the way his mind would trail off on it’s own and daydream about Barry–Blaine tried to cut out those images. Keep this something neutral. Always failing and always spent breathlessly imagining absolutely nothing neutral especially at night when he was alone. Only to try and brush it off every time they were face to face.
Because he was so used to something like this moment–where the inside of his thigh shifted to press tight against Barry’s hip making Blaine’s eyes roll white before squeezing shut again–quickly becoming something complicated. His hand gave Barry’s shirt a break before he ended up tearing it. The tips of his fingers dipped past the hem instead, touching the sliver of skin that was exposed above Barry’s hipbone. Breathing was impossible as his touch dipped just underneath then corrected itself and grazed along his side and between them across Barry’s pale stomach just past the curve. What he found was velvet flesh that felt too good to not willingly ache to for more to touch, explore, learn. That’s when he decided–with a sweep of his tongue over Barry’s bottom lip and a glance full of blown pupils and want at Barry’s mouth, nose, eyes. If this was going to be complicated after? He didn’t want to think about that anymore. All he wanted to do was sink. His lips traveled to other places, first testing how Barry’s jaw would feel against them and with a trail of kisses and teases of light nips or licks moving along it–Blaine groaned low across the shell of the speedster’s ear fanning out his fingers just below Barry’s navel. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you like this,” he confessed in a whisper, “What your lips would feel like. What you–they would taste like.. You’re beautiful. You know that?”
Blaine’s stomach twisted into a knot that was about six loops big when he received the name of the boy he was supposed to tutor after class. He stood in the doorway of the classroom staring at it for a good full minute before the teacher spoke up and jarred him out of his thoughts so he could answer. His instinct was to seriously debate whether or not he should keep his volunteer tutor status or tell her he would rather cut his losses and quit right then and there. Why? Because of the name he read on repeat.
Sebastian Smythe. Hello knot number seven.
There was no surprise that he arrived at the cafe before Sebastian. Nor was the fact that he had time to order his coffee, get his order, and pick a table either. Probably a good thing too. Might give him enough silence to truly figure out why he told the teacher he would instead of going through with just going to his room, closing the door and forgetting he was trying to do a good thing for someone. Why put himself through that? All Sebastian’s done since the two of them encountered one another was try to make his life miserable.
What started out as jabs Blaine ignored were becoming ones he couldn’t. Sebastian didn’t go so far as to break the anti-bullying rules. At least not far enough that Blaine wanted to go to someone about it. Having the same issue at Dalton he had at Central was only going to give his father’s argument about what he was going to have to get used to living the life he did more validity. But it was very crystal clear that Sebastian didn’t like him. Not. One. Bit. And it bothered him.
Blaine sat through the taller boy’s approach. Watched his realization and subsequent distaste of figuring out that Blaine wasn’t here just to sit close by. And then listened to the complaint. When he was dismissed–a brow went up and Blaine took a sip of his coffee to stop himself from letting his knee jerk reaction coming out of his mouth. Instead–when knot eight or nine was added into the mix? Blaine clamped his mouth shut, looked away and made himself swallow then breathe deep. “Good luck passing then. You’re going to need it.” Without saying another word–Blaine closed his book and stood up wishing he’d had gone with his first train of thought to begin with.
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