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meme continuation. @theoreticalguardianangel

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There was never a day that went by where Blaine didn’t cherish these moments he had with Barry.  The ones where they let go and just fell into a laughter so heartfelt that it made Blaine’s stomach ache by the time they settled down.  Whether it be through some subtle–or not so subtle–joke, a stupid show they were enjoying together.  Tons of reasons.  Like, how awkward either one of them could get.  For reasons that Blaine didn’t let himself think about for too long–not in front of Barry at least–because of the implications of what feelings stirring inside were that made him fall into bouts of pink cheeks and tongue-tied words.

Why ruin a good thing with complicating it?  A chiding he gave himself whenever he got the idea that maybe there was something bigger between them.  Something good that was growing into something amazing. Or would if he had the nerve to show it.  

This was time something happened. Blaine was on the edge of nearly having to hold his belly until everything changed. The air thickened.  His center of gravity went topsy turvy and suddenly was hanging by two strings attached firmly to his entire world and pulled inside a set of green eyes he came to a dead silence staring into.  His smile was there, sure.  Wobbling but there. He had the same look.  Not-strangers suddenly strangers again.  And he felt his throat cave and a delightful chill fill his veins at the sight of Barry wetting lips he knew he just got caught staring too long at.

–See me like I’m seeing you.  Don’t leave me alone in this.–  And when their mouths were so close that he could taste Barry’s breath, nose to nudging back nose?  Barry saw him.  He knew deep down.  No doubts, no fears.  Barry saw him.  Toes twitched against the rug–Barry proved it by a press of their mouths together. A palm was fit to a pale cheek, fingers fanned out over skin he’d been aching to touch and feel.  Hot and velvet and perfect.  Blaine tilted his head, his lips barely parted to let the tip of his tongue taste both of them combined. And the flavor made him shiver.  Oh, God. He was falling faster and faster.   This time? Sinking was something he welcomed. Nothing else mattered.  Not as long as he could stretch this moment out.

nothing pancakes can’t cure.

Kurt had just got into the cab when he heard the thud and immediately after Blaine grabbing his head. “Goodness! Are you okay, honey?” he asked with concern, then he chuckled softly and leaned his head on top of Blaine’s when he rested it on his shoulder, his lips kissing the aching spot gently. “Yes, that’s just one of the few blessings of the alcohol, it spreads the pain threshold over a thousand.” He giggled and shook his head, then looked right into his eyes as he turned to face him and started talking about what he wanted to do when they got home. Kurt knew for sure that if it had anything to do with sex then his fiancé would need a cold shower soon, since he has a rule against drunken sex and nothing was going to break it. “Aw baby, those are the munchies” he said with relief, then smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. “I’ll make them for you. Chocolate chip and banana, right?” Shortly after, the taxi was already entering in their neighborhood.

Just to be on the safe side, he curled himself up into the corner of the cab to keep his head from introducing itself to anything else on the ride there.  Caught up looking into Kurt’s eyes–Blaine’s pinched at their corners as lips curved broadly upwards.  Yes.  Pancakes.  Just pancakes!  He knew that stare.  Felt the scrutiny of it through his foggy brain and replayed his sales pitch for fluffy breakfast goodness inside his head.  Oh!  Yeah.  He definitely deserved that look.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean,” he mumbled between his mouth and Kurt’s chin while getting pecked on the nose. “That sounds delicious,” he hummed careful not to chase after Kurt for another kiss.  No amount of being drunk would ever make him cross the line of that rule.  Ever.  Considering.. Blinking out of that thought–he uncurled from the safety of his spot and with Kurt’s assistance–was out of the car and upstairs with only minimal stumbles, giggles and clutches against his fiance’s side.  “I have no idea how you put up with me but I’m glad you do.”  Thunk!  Down onto the couch he folded like a stack of playing cards with the bottom one being pulled out.  “I’m drunk..”  Hello Captain Obvious!

| Santana & Blaine – Closed |

santana.

This was just stupid.  Little Miss Perfect was getting yet another thing that she wanted in life.  First Broadway, then the sitcom, and now this.  A reality show, following her around as she rejoined the Broadway community.  The producers had wanted the meeting in the loft, and the roommates to be there, so here they were.  Rachel was spewing crap, Kurt was nodding along like he knew what the hell they were talking about.  And she was in the corner with Blaine, trying her hardest not to burst into laughter at every thing that Rachel said.

Her legs sprawled across Blaine’s, their faces matching in contempt and disgust.  Laughter swallowed before it could escape and ruin everything for Miss Berry.  But it was the producer addressing them, that broke into her thoughts first.  Her eyes blinking at his words.  They were a cute couple.   Her eyes met Blaine’s, and for a moment she was dumbstruck at what he said.

“We’re not..”  Her words were cut off by his hand, a shake of his head following.  The statement that slipped out next, causing her to swallow hard.  “If you want the show to go, those two need to be in it.  People love cute, romantic couples.”  It was that that stuck with her as the producers left, her gaze locked on them as they disappeared.  “Well crap.”

Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the conversation going on in front of where he and Santana sat on the couch.  Fingertips flinched against her leg where they hung on as sort of a reality check. Rachel was in the talks for her own reality show within months of returning to New York and letting her intentions to take Broadway by storm were announced on the theatre circuit.  “How does she do this,” words breathed out more than once only loud enough for Santana to hear.

And then it happened.  They were a cute couple?  Holy crap!  The producer was looking right at Santana and him?  Blaine’s jaw dropped.  Problem was?  It locked there for a gasp, choke, sputter.  How could this guy who was supposed to be so observant of people think that….they were together?!

Kurt looked like he was about to go unconscious.  Rachel gawked at Santana like she was wishing the brunette would shut up and GO WITH IT.  Blaine thumbed towards the woman sitting beside him.  Finally able to talk, he quickly interjected.  “She’s–..  We’re not.  We’re–I’m–!!” But they were already leaving and Rachel was chasing them out the door.  Immediately–his attention jerked to Santana.  “We can’t–.  I mean?  They’re insane.  This is insane..”

elliott.

“Wow? Really?” Elliott laughed, keeping his hand against the others neck, thumb gently rubbing under Blaine’s jawline. There was clearly a large degree of fondness in the action, a sort motherly, loving gesture.

The smile remained on his face as Elliott fell silent, still just watching Blaine for a few moments. How the hell did he get in this position? From best friends angry boyfriend to…whatever this was.

“You know, the others are going to kill us.” Elliott pointed out. Dani would skin him alive, Kurt would stop talking to him – or worse, get all passive aggressive again. Elliott couldn’t help the giggle that escaped his lips though, as he thought to Blaine’s original hostility towards him.

“Turns out you were worried I was like, stealing the wrong boyfriend, huh?” He hadn’t been after Blaine then, hardly new the guy, but…well, it was a odd truth.

“I’m blaming you for the sudden lack of my ability to form any words.  Much less connect them from my brain to my tongue.  All your fault.”  The lengths of Blaine’s fingers kept themselves gently draped around each of Elliott’s wrist.

In spite of his laugh–he fell quiet in a stuttering silence leaving only a curious smile on puffy lips that the bottom was soon prisoner and grabbed between his front teeth.  Staring up at the admiring expression Elliott was giving him–Blaine felt his body lull towards the strokes.  So much that he rocked forward against the touch and let thick, dark lashes fall to cover his eyes.

He opened them again at the mention of ‘the others’.  Thoughts immediately honed in on one person in particular.  Imagining what his reaction would be if he found out what just happened. The worst feeling in the world was when he realized he couldn’t figure out what it would be. How awful that someone who you thought you knew inside and out could become a stranger in a matter of one conversation..

Like magic, Elliott pulled him out of that train of thought and made him turn ten shades of crimson.  His chin tucked towards his collar.  “Yeah.  Who would have thought?  Definitely not me.  That really just happened—didn’t it?”

barry.

He wasn’t going to lie to himself, if something did happen, if they did go– somewhere together. Barry wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. At all. The other was rather adorable, personality wise, and as he eyes lingered over him again. Well… he was indeed rather curious what was under those clothes. But! While these were rather pleasant thoughts, it didn’t have to come to that, not unless both parties wanted it of course. The speedster was fine with talking, and drinking– even though the latter does nothing for him. It seemed to be helping to put both of them at ease, which was a good thing. No need to be a rambling mess if it could be avoided in his opinion. Although, he’s been told that he was kinda cute when he did that sometimes. Whatever. “Guess we’re both doing things that are a little out of habits for us, but I mean that can make life a bit more fun, right?” With his smile still in place, shoulders less tense, and he seemed more confident when compared to earlier. “I don’t know, I think this might be more exciting than the average dating app– which I don’t use by the way,my friend tried to get me into it. I kinda kept forgetting or it just didn’t catch my interest,” he shrugged nonchalantly. He was being honest at least. Barry swiftly finished his drink, and called for another. It might not do anything for him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the taste. “I haven’t been to a bar in a while, much less one with dancing,” he found himself admitting as he took a sip. “Do you— want to go dance?” Or they could just sit there, and talk– that was fine too. 

“I guess we are.  You’re right,” Blaine gave Barry a warm smile as he loosened up.  Even if the only reason was due to the warmth in his belly from the liquor in his glass?  He’d take it. Though, the more the two of them actually spoke to one another–face to face–alcohol certainly wasn’t the only reason.  Barry was a nice guy (so far) and rather gentle on the eyes.  And having someone who was just as nervous out of the gate might’ve been the proper mix to cancel each other’s anxiousness out. “Doing things out of habit can certainly make life more FUN.  I just haven’t stepped outside my comfort zone in a long time.  I guess when I do,” he sucked in a breath and shook his head with a breathy huff, “I end up shooting a stranger a random text and here we are.  Maybe I should have done it sooner?”  Hearing Barry correct himself about dating apps in the way he made sure to let Barry know that hunting down guy’s numbers in bathrooms wasn’t his M.O. for pick ups made Blaine flush and laugh.  A wave of his hand chased the idea away.  “You know?  I wouldn’t judge you if you did. They are convenient and who knows who you might encounter?  I tried it a couple times. Wasn’t my thing.  To each his own, I guess?”  He preferred meeting people the old fashioned way. Doesn’t mean everyone did.  Though his old fashioned way usually only worked if you let yourself have a social life.  Something he was very out of the habit of but that was his own doing.  And look!  How can you get more social than this?  The invitation to dance had Blaine off his stool before he voiced an answer.  His heart suddenly bursting to life and his eyes bright.  “Yeah!  I’d love to.  It’s been forever since I’ve danced.  Come on,” Barry was offered an olive toned hand, “I’m begging forgiveness for any rusty Tinman moves in advance though.  Try not to cringe until the cobwebs are gone, huh?”

✨ !

Symbols for the mun

✨ I think your portrayal is on point, but it also intimidates me


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// Awww!  First?  As someone who is overly judgy of their own writing and adores Blaine to no end, hearing something like you enjoy my portrayal of him means the world to me.  So thank you from the bottom of my heart.  Second?  Please, please never be intimidated by me or my writing.  I understand that I can come off that way sometimes but it’s totally unintentional.  I’m here to enjoy myself and have partners who enjoy writing with or just hanging out with me. Your Kurt is amazing.  And so are you.  I love what you do with one of my most favorite characters ever and your writing is impeccable. Whether it’s one paragraph or one hundred, I enjoy whatever time I get to spend with you and that ain’t no lip service either!

run that by me again? (no pun intended)

He’s not surprised at all that the first thing he’s asked is about that phone call.  Wasn’t the best way to bring it up, he supposed, but better than blind-sighting the guy is what Barry had been going for.  He takes the seat offered to him and nods, taps his fingers on the counter a few times before realizing how annoying that would get and folding his arms on the bar instead.

“Yeah, yeah that was.. Probably the weirdest way I could have started- um..  Here’s the thing?  I was a complete dickhead in high school.  And I lied, a lot uh..  My name’s not Sebastian.  It’s Barry Allen.” he pauses, casting a cautious glance to his old friend.  “I was staying with my foster dad’s relatives because I was getting attitude problems and being bullied pretty bad and they offered to send me to Dalton and then when I got there I didn’t want to be me and I was trying to joke about who I was but then the guys I met believed me and I realized I liked Sebastian way more than Barry and everyone else did too, so…  I just kept piling it on.  And I was so angry all the time- god it was just– I made my own life really hard and was doing bad things because I felt bad which is never okay so– I just wanted to explain all of that so maybe you don’t think I’m completely wasting your time.”

Golden hazel eyes narrowed thoughtfully.  Blaine wasn’t far enough into his drink to have his common sense dampened in any way.  Sebastian Smythe was nervous?  That was new.  From what Blaine remembered–Sebastian was always anything but nervous.  Except the few times he caught that facade slipping when they were in highschool and it boggled Blaine’s mind to watch the normally oh-so-confident boy’s demeanor break when he did the dumbest things. Like getting visibly caught up in the things Sebastian was saying to him.  Or the way he made him feel like he was the only person on the planet that couldn’t formulate a sentence right and Sebastian ate up every twitch and blush and gasp for air until–well Sebastian did it a few times back before righting his posture and plastering on that charming grin. Then tossed something so far off the wall at him Blaine ended up without a chance to question what he just saw.

Turns out?  The only thing in the span on a few sentences wasn’t about to change was that power..  Right as Blaine was about to ask what was going on–Barry hit him with.. “I.. What,” dark eyebrows pushed together and he did a sort of double take with a disbelieving grin that said Blaine was waiting for some punchline.  And it wasn’t going to come.  Was it?  Nope. He listened further–gaze locked dead on Seb–Barry’s.  “You..  How?  You’re not kidding me. Are you?  This is real.  You’re really telling me..,” he palmed his mouth because it wasn’t working. “You really did that?  Sebastian..wasn’t real?”

Druken Kisses II Puck & Blaine

puck.

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Puck shrugged. “I mean, going to a party and not drinking is kinda boring. At least for me it would be. Then again, I like being the life of the party.” Drinking had always helped him deal with any pain he was feeling. It would magically disappear (for a bit) once he had a sip of alcohol. “Stick around us for too long and your name will definitely appear in the who’s with who pool. It’s bound to happen, dude. Though, once ya get used to the water, it ain’t too bad.” He chuckled, more to himself than to Blaine. “I’ve been in the deep end for years and I haven’t drowned yet.”

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“Wow.  That’s a great pitch.  However?  I think I better put a plug in the alcohol bottle when it swings in my direction.  We’ve had what?  Three parties with drinking involved.  Two after we swore we were all on the wagon,” the light in his eyes and the lopsided smirk he tossed at Puck said Blaine was half-drunk joking around.  Things were back to being easy between them. No more awkward skirts around what happened.  Just.  Talking.  And picking on Puck was actually pretty fun.  Why stop?  Oh!  And he DID–technically–have a point to make!   “A promise, mind you, that I somehow got pulled into that one even though I don’t go to McKinley and the one that made me promise it doesn’t either.  Totally unfair.  ANYWAY.  Two out of those three times? I’ve ended up dipping my toes said pool and I think it’s time to stop before I end up in the deep end.  I’ve heard the stories.  They’re as confusing as the chain that links them all.  No offense. But how do you guys get any practice done without someone wanting to drown someone because they’re making out with the person you made out with two days ago?”  

skylar.

Skylar didn’t mind the councilmen and he often found himself conversing with them on different song ideas and how to get the ball rolling to get the creative ideas flowing out of the other Warblers. However, he always felt as if they were pushing themselves and trying to go over the top with everything they did. Even with something as simple as a discussion the names of animals came up when trying to decide if a girl was able to join the Warblers. Trying to prove his point by forcing it upon the rest of the Warblers, it was never a tactic that worked, especially when you bring up squirrel Warblers. Yet even after they all felt guilt and shame, somehow they drifted further apart. The Warblers still a house divided that if not brought together would fall. Skylar was hoping that with this plan they could fix the brotherhood, they had come too far to let it go now. 

Skylar knitted his eyebrows together as Blaine continued talking, taking note that he waved off mid sentence. He felt as if he should question it, push it a little further to ensure that everything was okay with their coach. He never understood why he had come back to Dalton in the first place, many students talking about the time he had proposed on the staircase with several different show choirs, how he had gotten into one of the top preforming arts schools in the country. Yet here he was, the Dalton legend himself, back coaching the Warblers. Skylar wanted to know, wanted to help and make sure that he was okay, but he also knew that it was overstepping his boundaries. ‘Maybe another time’ he thought to himself. Nodding at the offer, Skylar quickly agreed. “I can get in contact with them when we are fully ready. As far as I know they are not particularly busy tonight. Coffee sounds great right about now.” 

“Great!  Let’s get the mechanics down and we’ll call a meeting,” Blaine smiled as he stood and walked to the coat rack near his office door.  A plaid jacket was on his shoulders with a shift of limbs and he made sure the collar was in place with a smoothing of his hands before stuffing them in his pockets loosely. A turn of a shoulder and nod of his head in the direction of the door urged Skylar to go first.  “I just want to let you know that this isn’t the first time the Warblers or any choir–really–went through some rough times.  I mean–once when I was the lead soloist? The mere suggestion I thought we were going to lose at Regionals turned everyone from being willing to turn over the entire song list to me into an explosion of chaos until I got them calmed down enough to hear me out and make a point.”

The wistful smile that began his point faltered but the pinching together of his eyebrows and the deep breath it took him to press on was aimed at the floor and hopefully unnoticed or ignored.  It was the first time he let himself think back to that day in what felt like forever.  When it used to be one of many memories he toyed with on a whim to get through a boring lesson or too much traffic. His stomach sank but less than a second later–he hoisted it back up and was smiling over at Skylar as he took the lead towards Dalton’s cafe.  “What I am saying is?  The Warblers are brothers before anything else.  Brothers fight.  God, do they.  They disagree.  And go through horrible times.”  A nudge of his elbow against Skylar’s stressed his point.  “But they’ll always come back together in the end because that bond is too important to break.  Okay?  We’ll get them through this.  Whatever it takes.  What’s the most important thing about Dalton and them to you?  If you don’t mind me asking?”

jeff.

Jeff had been mid chorus when he heard the voice and he felt his face heat up before his ass hit the ground “OH HOLY FUCK” the words were loud and over the music could probably be heard by the next room over. He hoped to hell that Blaine had vanished he didn’t need this getting out to the other Warblers that Jeff had lost his cool and got scared at someone talking to him while he was in the shower. 

He sat there for a moment under the hot water and tried to collect himself it was nothing embarrassing right. Blaine, the cute roommate guy whose new to the school happens to come home early to campus from the holidays, and call out that he was back and that his voice was A Plus worthy. He worried his lip and furrowed his brows in a way that Nicky would say made steam come out of his ears. He tried to not over think it, but his brain was working a mile a minute at everything that wasn’t what it really was, because it wasn’t anything Jeff knew this.

Blaine slapped a hand over his mouth as he heard Jeff go down with a smack of bare skin against the tiles and a scream.  Wide eyes stared at the empty room ahead.  Nothing short of a miracle kept Blaine where he was frozen in time rather than going with his gut instinct and dashing in to help the other boy.  That would’ve added a whole new layer of awkward to this entire embarrassing situation.  “I’m so sorry,” came out as a muffled blend of the words into Blaine’s palm.  Snapping it away–he repeated the words louder this time and took a few steps backwards away from the doorframe.

“I’ll–uh–grab my things and–,” Blaine’s limbs finally remembered how to move better than the few jerky steps that created some distance between him and the bathroom wall.  “You can meet me downstairs–I mean–if you want.  The few of us that were here early decided to throw a small New Years celebration!  You can join us? I’m–sorry again.  I’m really sorry!”  The longer he spoke–the higher and more rushed his voice got.  Barely letting Jeff have a minute to answer–Blaine grabbed his iPod off his desk and stuffed it in his pocket eyeing the door over his shoulder like it was a living, breathing thing ready to bite him in the rear end should he take his sweet time getting the heck out of Dodge.