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GET TO KNOW THE PEOPLE IN MY MUSE’S LIFE.

🌟 …someone my muse trusts:
Blaine trusts a little too easily for his own good for most surface level ways you trust people. It’s burned him in the past. But trust deep enough to reveal the more secret parts of himself? There are a few people who he considers to be that close with (mostly out of fear of judgement or disappointing them). I’d say one of them is Sebastian Smythe. Either in my Seblaine verses or just friendship wise.

More Under The Cut.

I feel that Blaine and Sebastian connect in ways that makes Blaine comfortable enough to share his darker thoughts without those fears coming into play and it’s earned him the same from Sebastian. Oddly enough, he’s been burned twice over that trust but after Sebastian did what he could to earn it back–forgiving him because of that bond was easier than it would have been if they didn’t know those things about each other.

💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires:
I headcanon Blaine hasn’t always been the biggest fan of Will Schuester and it might not come close to dislike but it’s almost there on many things Will did or didn’t do (mainly how Kurt’s situation was handled and some other HCs I’ll spare for length purposes!). But he does admire what Will built for so many kids who needed a safe place and what became of their lives because of glee club.

👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend:
This is based solely off headcanons and my take on Blaine’s relationships pre-New Directions and I wanna talk about those since it’s kind of easy to see from canon who he is closest with once those events happen. Very condensed version here. One of his best friends for the longest time has been Trent. Trent took to Blaine immediately when he transferred to Dalton and helped bring him out of how guarded he was at first after the Sadie Hawkins incident. The two became very close and eventually the roles were switched where Blaine became a sort of role model for Trent. Getting him to believe in himself more, etc. In my head, Trent lived in Lima and stayed in the dorms at Dalton. Blaine and the boys would drive Trent home on holidays and weekends. Trent knew Blaine’s absentee parents and would often invite him to stay the weekend. Blaine always took him up on the offer and after the boys left, he’d stay behind and drive Trent back to Westerville, etc, giving Blaine not only a relationship with Trent but his parents as well. Which is why Trent came to him so desperately and trusted Blaine to do something about Hunter. I’d–also–give an arm and a leg for someone to play him!

kurt.

“I’m sure they’d survive. I’m also sure if Sam WAS here he wouldn’t be any help. You two are horrible when it comes to obsessing over television && film. Blaine — I don’t think your looks are going to get you out of this one. Just because you say you’re not a television serial killer addict, doesn’t mean you’re not one. Not the kind of punishment I meant, Blaine! Really? Yeah no, course, bad time. Definitely a bad time.” Kurt scanned his eyes over Blaine’s appearance a few times before slowly making his way over to the couch by his side. Even after days of being lazy && sleepless, he still managed to be frustratingly good looking. Still, that wasn’t going to sway his decision ( okay, maybe a little ). “Okay look, because I love you too, && I am probably the best ( or dumbest ) boyfriend in the world, I’ll let you finish the two last episodes. I know I’d lose my mind if somebody cut me off before a finale. Though I stand by the fact that I’d NEVER waste that many days on a show about a serial killer. Nobody should. && Blaine? Don’t make me regret this. I’m not opposed to turning off the tv halfway through an episode.”

“Well. It–technically–could turn into that sort of punishment and then I might be tempted to put the last two episodes on hold. You know? For the sake of making it up to you,” he tried to put on his best cheesy grin that always weirdly got him his way with the beautiful man sitting next to him on the couch. Heck, he even tossed in a wiggle of his brows for sure INSINUATION to make it clear. Granted–this was all mostly in jest. But–give it a few minutes? Knowing them–it might not be. Perks of being newly moved in together again? We’ll leave it at that. Perking up at Kurt giving in (told you it would work)–Blaine pulls the familiar and welcome weight of his fiance’ against his side and tosses both legs over the tops of Kurt’s thighs. So what if he was now pinned down? That’s what he gets for getting close! Remote is now tucked away into the crook of his couch pillow (after pressing play!) and Blaine’s home free in his book. A quick kiss pressed to Kurt’s cheek finished off with a brush of his nose to follow the gesture later? Hazel met blue green and he smiled. “You know I love you? I-I’ll even sit through the entire series finale of the Golden Girls again with you for this. Whenever you want. I promise.”

marley.

“That’s not the same and you know that. Seeing you every few months at competition isn’t the same as being able to walk to your locker to find you, and we’re still not going to let this happen without any questions.”

“We want what you want, Blaine. Everybody only wants you to be happy – but nobody gets why this is what it’s going to take. Everything seemed so fine a few weeks ago, what changed? What can we do – what will change your mind?”

“I’ll see you more than competitions. I promise. I know it’s not the same but–. It’ll work. You guys are my ~~friends~~ family. Family doesn’t end with one of us being,” and the more he was trying to sway her to believe that distance between him and the people he loved at McKinley wouldn’t matter?

The more Blaine’s voice took on less of a reassuring tone and shifted towards a PLEADING one. Because–promises like the ones he was making just didn’t work. Did they?

He bounced on his heels–trying to hold in the outburst that he felt was on the tip of his tongue. Brows pinched together as he pressed his lips and forced himself to swallow what he really wanted to say. Instead, he coughed up a weak excuse for a response. “Everything’s changed, Marley. That’s the point. None of you guys see that and I don’t expect you to understand. I wish I could make you but I can’t. I–Nothing will change my mind. I’m SO sorry.”

beautiful stranger.

~~” Someone at the bar keeps lookin’ at us dancing. ”~~ It was an innocent comment whispered to his sister as they danced around together. Mason was maybe a drink or two in– confident enough to get his flirt on with the cutie pie who kept staring at him. Madison nodded to him and Mason just grinned and moved over to the stranger to clear his throat.

“ I see you staring at me. I see where you want to be, ” Mason said, moving to grab the other’s hand– or at least offer it to the guy at the bar. Oh god, I’m touching hands with someone seriously beautiful.

Mason’s liquid courage must’ve been in the water about two scotch and ices ago. Blaine watching him from his spot at the bar would never have lasted as long as it did if he wasn’t feeling the warmth of alcohol in his belly and flowing through his veins to make him less self-conscious that he might be caught staring. He was gorgeous but Blaine couldn’t tell if he was taken. Or out with a friend? Sister maybe? They sort of resembled one another. There was hope in the fact he wasn’t being some kind of creeper slash hopeful homewrecker when the guy started towards him.

Blaine felt his face heat up. This could go two ways. With him being told to ‘stop staring’ or–. A hand slid into his and what he heard was the most quizzical thing ever. Curiosity twinkled to life in hazel eyes–his smile was tugged more towards one corner as he slowly stood up from his chair. “I–Yeah. I was. So much for lying that away and trying to seem less stalkerish. But–where do you think I want to be? I’m curious..”

skylar.

Skylar watched Blaine’s movement, noting how quickly he seemed to come up with the solution. Maybe Skylar wasn’t the only one who noticed, maybe Blaine knew it too. Which just meant that as always they were back on the same page. “A challenge?” Skylar played with the idea in his mind, the boys did always love a good challenge, having something to work towards.

Skylar nodded as Blaine suggested the showcase. It could help ease their minds, help them realize that the only members they needed were the ones they had. “I think that would be a great help. I think that all the boys need is a reminder, that with or without females, we’re still a great force.”

“I’ll put it together then. We can start by pitching the idea to the rest of the Council and we’ll see if they’re just as on board as you are,” relief could be seen in his smile that came easier and the way he relaxed against his forearms that held him up against the desk. “I’m pretty sure they’ll love the idea, too? One thing that will never change about us Warblers. We do love our Dalton performances.”

“If it helps everyone move past everything? That’s all I can ask for.” There was still a lingering guilt of feeling like he’d let Jane down in the back of his mind. Mixed with the unsure feeling that he might’ve gone too far by trying to change something so important to not only them but himself, too. In the end? It was a rough situation for her, him and them. They had to move on. Focus. Or they were going to face a failure he wasn’t going to let happen. Losing. Unable to shake one of those feelings the hardest–Blaine bit his lip and read across Skylar’s gaze. Seeming to cave into his own internal debate–he scrunched his nose and winced at the question before it came out. “Skylar? Can I ask you something? Your opinion matters. You don’t have to answer but–. You know you guys are my priority over everything, right? I need you guys to believe that.”

barry.

“That’s– okay, that’s pretty cool.” He wondered what he would have thought of a club like that back in high school, before he was struck by lightning and back when the possibility of becoming a vigilante would have been the most farfetched thought to ever cross his mind. Given the fact that he had been into comic books most of his life and seeing as people at school already did not like him all that much, chances were he would have joined without much of a second thought. His smile ran away from his face at the sudden punctuation of the crack of thunder that had him turn towards the window, green eyes reflecting the silver of lightning as it spread its way across the sky. Despite the fact it had probably landed miles away from the city, he could swear he could feel his already racing heart going even faster. When Blaine kept on talking, however, he cleared his throat, pulling himself out of the transe that watching the storm implied. “Well, Nightbird sounds awesome. And it also sounds like you guys went to a school with an… unbelievable club budget.” Students in his own school had to hold a sale of any kind almost every other month just to keep the Drama Club running. “So, what was the symbol?” They had the arrow, they had the bolt of lightning, they had the ‘S’ that stood for hope– He was curious as to what a nightbird symbol would look like. “That’s fine, I– I’m not really the most coordinated guy you’ll ever meet.” Even though he had learned to bump into less things after he got his speed, he was still quite prone to running into door frames or accidentally knocking over a mug. “Still, this is so cool of you, thank you,” he gratefully expressed as he took the change of clothes. “That sounds great actually, I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute.” The t-shirt was quite loose around the chest and arms, but thankfully Cisco was not around to point out just how much bigger than him Blaine’s brother might be. “Man…” he complained to himself when he sighted his hair on the mirror, combing it with his fingers as best he could without much success. After batting a hand at the matter, since he believed he would survive one night without hair wax, he trotted his way down the stairs, carrying his wet clothes under his arm.

By the time Barry changed and met Blaine back downstairs–the musician managed to put together a couple of mugs full of black tea that were waiting on the counter next to a jar of honey for Barry to sweeten up how he might like. A couple of candles that were already on the counter were lit up filling the room with the scent of leaves and pumpkin. Blaine’s love for anything fall smelling often filled the house with the smells he loved best. Warm, comforting, and something to escape the grossness of the weather outside with. Leaning with his hip against the edge of the countertop–Blaine was thumbing through his phone as the speedster appeared and he looked up sharply at the noise. Seeing Barry in Cooper’s clothes curved Blaine’s lips into a wistful smile. They hung loose on Barry’s much more slender frame but they were clean and dry and Barry looked cute in them. Did he just think cute? Barry was cute. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that. Catching himself biting his lip as he read across Barry’s gaze for a little longer than he should have considering it made his nose and cheeks start to feel warm–Blaine blinked and stood taller hoping he didn’t just weird the other out by staring the wrong way. Or for too long. Oh boy. Did his brain just stutter? Wonderful! About that! Moving on! “Hey! Dry clothes! Great!” Springing into action–Blaine approached the other holding out his phone to make an exchange for Barry’s clothes. “Here. Let me put these in the dryer and–if you promise not to laugh too much? There’s a few pictures on here of my Nightbird costume. Without me in it. I’m not sure I’m ready to reveal all of my former secret identity yet. Okay. I lied. I’m not sure I’m ready to reveal myself inside that costume,” laughing in spite of himself–he took hold of the clothes and deposited his phone in Barry’s hand. “At least you can see my amazing symbol?” Picking up the conversation as if they never stopped–he spoke over the thunder as it rumbled outside. The sky had gone darker as the rain batted against the window above the sink. “There’s a kettle on the stove and your tea is,” his thumb went over his shoulder, “there. I wasn’t sure how you liked it so–I’m going to make myself scarce and take care of these while you check those out. Otherwise? It’s just me awkwardly staring trying to judge how cheesy you think I was.” His smile went from wide to lopsided when he shrugged in a jokingly hopeless manner. “Give me a few seconds and I’ll be back?”

isaac.

Slowly, Isaac laced his fingers between Blaine’s as he listened to him speak. Such an adorable boy. He ducked his head hide his blushing face. “I’m not perfect… Far from it, actually.” He let out quiet laugh as he looked back to the other. God, he was falling fast, wasn’t he? But could you blame him? Blaine was a total catch and Isaac knew he would treat him well. He hadn’t had that before. Hell, he never had this kind of attention. And he was going to soak it in. This was going to be the best date of his life and he was going to have the most fun he had ever had. Because Blaine was the perfect one in his eyes. “You’re the perfect one.”

Blaine felt the shift of their fingers as Isaac laced their hands together tingle it’s way up his arm. Funny how such a simple thing could dance along every nerve ending and then suddenly fill his chest with such a light, floaty feeling that he felt dizzy. Wonderfully dizzy and giddy and ready to bounce ons his heels. An urge that he couldn’t completely deny as he lightly inched up and down a few times. Though on the last lift? Maybe this was too much but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Isaac had him blushing so hard that he felt like his face was going to stay as red as it felt forever. “I guess we’ll have to make the exception for each other then. You think I’m perfect. I think you’re perfect. It works. Right?” The question was polished off with a tip toe placed peck on the corner of the boy’s mouth. Not a full kiss but a promise he meant what he said and for much more than that in the future. If Isaac wanted. An broad, shy smile was aimed up at him when Blaine pulled back and squinted like he was measuring if he went too far. “Was that okay?”

julian.

The New Direction’s wait to the last minute was driving Julian crazy. He knew he couldn’t force them to get better at dancing no matter how much he’d like to, but he also knew that they could highlight the fact that the Warblers could dance and maybe it’s make the others look better. He wasn’t really trying to take over the New Directions, but he and his fellow Warblers were concerned about what would happen if they didn’t win. Julian sat beside Blaine, nodding softly. “You think we can do it?” He asked softly. “They.. seem rather set in their ways..”

“I think we can if we do it gracefully. We need to start pitching the ideas to the team in a less combative way.” Stressing his point with a lean forward–Blaine clasped his hands together between his knees and propped his forearms against his upper thighs. “Listen. I know–firsthand–how frustrating they can be. But they want to win as much as the Warblers do. It isn’t fair what happened that put us in this situation. I want Dalton back so bad it hurts.” God, did he. Seeing the place he cherished as nothing but burned away buildings and crumbling brick and mortar made it feel like a part of him was buried there. But it didn’t change reality and what they needed to do first was–. “We need to show we want to be part of them. Really part of them. Listen to their ideas and then offer ours. Without making it seem like we know what is going on now isn’t going to work because they’re failing. Do you think we can get everyone on board with this idea? I’m going to need your help.”

tina.

^{Tina was definitely not prepared for Blaine to sit on her lap. “Oomph! Really Blaine? Do you really have to sit on my lap?” Despite her questions, she wrapped an arm around his waist so that he wouldn’t fall then looked up at him as best as she could. “You’re ridiculous. I hope that you know that.” She couldn’t help loving him. She was also sure that Sam would kick himself for missing this moment. “Alright, last question first would be the easiest to answer. So there’s the obvious which is Mulan though I also love Belle. We have to go on the Matterhorn for sure. Also the Pirates of the Caribbean ride and Space Mountain. We probably should stay away from Splash Mountain if we don’t want to give us away to the others. I’m pretty darn excited. How about you?”}

“Yes. I really have to sit on your lap. It’s comfy and I like it here,” he grinned while wiggling in to get even more comfortable than he was before she wrapped her arm around him to steady himself. A true friend preventing him from biting the tile on the floor. Aww. Tina was amazing. “Yes. I’m ridiculous and I don’t care.” The broad, dopey grin he gave her backed that up. There was no shame in enjoying his seating choice. None whatsoever. An arm wrapped lazily around her as he listened–laughing when she insinuated they should miss one of the best rides in the park as to not clue in the others who weren’t included in this excursion. “We are not skipping Splash Mountain. They’re just going to have to wonder,” their foreheads touched and he gave the edge of her nose a tap with his, “I can’t wait. We need this.” He needed this and–thankfully–he has some amazing friends who agreed to his crazy idea. Leaning back up–a small smile curved the corners of his lips. “Should we go find Sam? Maybe we can stop by Breadstix and finish up our plans? Grab some dinner? My treat!”

kurt.

He keeps his eyes on the ceiling a moment longer after Blaine started to move, but he meets his eyes when he speaks up again. There’s concern in his voice, Kurt can hear it. He doesn’t know what he’s even doing here. Coming to Blaine because he can’t sleep, having this conversation, and for what? Because Blaine happened to be nice enough to have helped him? Nice enough to lend him a place to sleep.. There’s no obligation and yet he does it. And Kurt has kept coming back. They were both idiots.
He doesn’t say any of this though. Instead he takes a deep breath and purses his lips and after a beat he answers Blaine’s question. “I don’t know for sure, it’s not like they’re all in a pack the whole time.. Six?”

They might be idiots but Blaine could never bring himself to not be the kind of idiot that Kurt might need. What that said about him–Blaine wasn’t sure. Was it loyal and sympathetic for him to keep his door open and find himself waiting for the nights when Kurt would show up because he knew Kurt was safe here and he didn’t have to worry about him as much? If so? Then good. Whatever else it stated about the kind of person he was? Blaine didn’t care.
Not when he knew he was doing whatever small amount of GOOD he could for someone who needed it. Not just someone. For a boy who he cared about and wanted to make his life a little bit better. A thing he’d like to think he was doing. “Six,” an olive toned hand shifted so Blaine could palm over his mouth before tucking it underneath his cheek, “That’s a lot of them against one of you. What about this leader guy? Is there a way to knock him down a notch or two? Get him to convince the others to leave you alone? How old is this guy?”