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✧ (Kurt !!)

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@butterscotchandbabysteps​

AWWW! YES!  KLAINEEE!
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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧  I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

✧ (Dave !!)

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YAY!  SO GLAD YOU SENT THESE IN!!
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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically–before they were together and after break up). ✧ I love you (romantically–in our current threads he feels it building to that and it might even be there and that is starting to freak him out a lil because he doesn’t want to hurt him.  kinda is in my head around the same thing for canon but we can discuss on Skype if you wanna!).

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@theoriginalbadasspuckerman

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically–could if they knew each other more).


i wish i knew.

Sebastian nodded slowly as he listened to Blaine’s sensitive words. It felt like his heart was in his throat at this point. Hearing that Blaine cared about him was possibly the best but worst news he could hear. It hurt but felt so wonderful to know. The pain was from knowing that nothing could probably come from it. “No, I overreacted. I mean, yeah it felt like rejection but I shouldn’t have done that, Blaine,” he added in. Getting this out between the two felt like the weight of the world was finally lifted from Sebastian’s shoulders. His sleep was fucked up because he was always up thinking of what he should’ve done different. The days were longer. And he was certainly meaner. People had taken note of his even more aggressive behavior.

“I miss you too. And I don’t want us to just… throw it all out tonight. Because I know that for some ungodly reason you care about me, and I care about you. And that’s something that… maybe we shouldn’t let slip through our fingers. I dunno.” His lips folded together and he shrugged. “Where does that leave you though? Us?”

In the short time they knew each other–Sebastian managed to pull him in and capture his attention, friendship and something else Blaine wasn’t ready to think about because of what it meant. Oblivious as he could occasionally be when it came to noticing that someone was drawn to him the way Sebastian’s overly exuberant vocalization left without a doubt he was?  The fact that this boy wanted him was clear. And the idea that someone so potentially overwhelming could was puzzling. One in depth conversation had him feeling like he was underneath a magnifying glass and left to question everything without being able to hide. He could talk to Sebastian for hours–and they did.  Their conversations made him feel things he shouldn’t.  Made him want to be back underneath Sebastian’s studious eye that didn’t let him escape from those parts of himself Sebastian plucked at.  It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Sebastian was dangerous.  The worst part?  Blaine knew it and still wanted to be near him.  The thought he lost that because he got swept up?  Was awful and left those parts Sebastian connected like raw, exposed nerves.   Relief flooded in when he was given hope he hadn’t broken them beyond repair.  Along with the unsurety of what to sayr.  “I–I don’t know,,” his carefully measured distance was breached as he carefully touched Sebastian’s wrist and tried his best not to think about the last time he touched him.  The images that were right there threatening to rush back anyway.  “Where that leaves me–I mean.  What I do know is I don’t want to throw away anything.  You’re right.  I do care.  Just–please can we go back to where we were heading?  I’m not sure where that was–but it felt like we were going somewhere I wanted to be.  I don’t want to say goodbye to that..even if I’m not sure what that is–yet.”  And there it was.  The feeling of hinging on Sebastian in ways that he probably shouldn’t but couldn’t help.

dave.

Dave knew it was a long shot, asking Blaine if he wanted to lived together. While they did seem completely committed lately, he wasn’t sure he wanted to put all that on the line and risk it. It had come suddenly, the idea of moving in. He had been really excited about the concept, really eager to take their relationship to the next level. After months of being together, and months of working on healing, he had grown attached to Blaine, and was terrified of the possibility of losing the other. He stared nervously at Blaine, waiting, waiting for the reaction that the other was going to give, praying it was going to be a positive move towards their relationship. “Yeah Blaine, I really want to live with you. Its close, it’s not the biggest place, but it could be ours. Like, it could be our home. I haven’t been looking long,” he lied, having been looking for the last month. “Of course, if you want to look at it, I can take you there? We could look at it together and you can decide if we want to move there or not. I’m one hundred percent sure I want to live with you, even if that means it takes us several months to figure things out.”

Blaine listened in awe as Dave answered.  Somewhere during his reply–Blaine stroked both thumbs against the sides of Dave’s hands and then let them go so he could grasp his wrists and have something solid to hang onto. They were together for months now.  Months of Dave’s patience and understanding.  Of gentle pulls and kicks to the behind when he needed.  Blaine even drug Dave into one of his therapy sessions when they were getting too much to handle and he sat quietly as an anchor and listened to Blaine say things that he kept locked away from anyone out of not wanting to let them think he was someone they had to worry about. Dave was Dave.  Someone who Blaine felt he had to protect because he wasn’t alright. Because he was too afraid–no, petrified–he’d hurt him.  Dave refused to let him make that excuse, promised him he’d never and wouldn’t be kept away.  Being home–in a mostly empty house loaded memories and ghosts–with rarely a sound to chase them away unless he made it?  How could he not want out?  And on the flipside? It was a huge step. Huge.  “Dave…” Dave was ready to jump and Blaine—?  Blaine took a deep breath as he shifted positions on the couch and crawled to sit on Dave’s legs, his knees on either side of his thighs and cupped his cheeks.  –Jump with him.  Let go and just say..– “Yes..” Their noses touched.  Blaine’s lit up with a broad smile when he leaned back and held onto the back of Dave’s neck instead.  “I..  I’d love to.  Let’s do it,” the smile grew and finally became a burst of mystified laughter that scrunched his nose and made his eyes squint. “I can’t believe how amazing you are, Dave.  You know that–don’t you?  You just–thank you for being you..”

elliott.

“Blaine…” He looked so determined, so set that this wedding was all fine, and Elliott didn’t understand how he was ignoring it all crumbling around them so drastically. Everything was going wrong, the whole wedding idea was in shambles, and Blaine just seemed to not be able to admit it. Elliott didn’t want to make him see it, but he had to, for everyone’s sake, Blaine had to accept it wasn’t working out.

“You and I both know he’d be talking about it non-stop…Come on, don’t keep lying to yourself.” He said it in a soft voice, like when you break bad news to a child. He lent forwards a little too, posture lax and hopefully not seeming overly invasive, while remaining firm.

Blaine’s brows rose towards his hairline as he glanced up from the coffee lid he busied himself fiddling with at the sound of his name.  The expression on Elliott’s face and the tone he said it in revealed everything he was about to say before the man said a word.  –Don’t.  Just..don’t.– But it was too late and there it was.  The truth delivered feather soft that hit him like a punch to the stomach instead.  His fingers that were stuck hovering in crooked angles above his coffee cup flexed and curved on the way to Blaine palming his mouth, thumb dragging hard over one corner on on the way past.  What was he supposed to say?  When Elliott was only trying to pull his blinders off when Blaine would argue until he was blue in the face that there were none? 

Even if he saw what Elliott was so gently pointing out repeatedly before and during this conversation?  Saying it outloud or acknowledging it only made it–real.  Ignoring what you fear most is easier if you just pretend it doesn’t exist.  “I’m sorry, Elliott.  I know you care but–,” he was already pushing himself up trying to put the coffin nail in a conversation he didn’t want to couldn’t have. “I just–you–Kurt and I we’re fine and–.”  Deflating, Blaine gave him a deeply apologetic look as he fell a day late and a dollar short of anything that made sense.  “I can’t stop because if I don’t keep trying,” he shrugged helplessly and ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth with a light cough after to glue his voice back together.  “I have to go.”

CELL PHONE HEADCANONS @butterscotchandbabysteps
send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

– what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Kurt

– what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

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– what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:  I’m Yours by Jason Mraz (main chorus) but he changes Kurt’s song often.  Usually when he hears one that reminds him of his man.  Or even songs that they’ve sung together.

– my muse’s last text to your muse:  ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt?  Sweetheart?  Did you go sleep shopping online again?  I’m not sure if you meant to order this or not but..your package is here and all I can say is…  I love you and all your ‘hmm’ inducing quirks.

elliott.

Elliott sat patiently as Blaine talked, both off his own hands now resting in his lap under the table, long legs drawn back under his chair. He understood Blaine, he really, did, but understanding wasn’t the same as agreeing with him. Case in point, right now. At the question, Elliott opened his mouth to respond before snapping it shut again like a fish, not sure how to answer it. He looked away from Blaine, eyes darting around for a few moments as he tried to think of how to respond without hurting the others feelings.

Eventually his gaze dropped to the table for a moment before flicking back up to Blaine’s face. “I’m  sorry.” That was all he really needed to say to make Blaine realise what he meant – Kurt had hardly mentioned the wedding at all. “Only to tell me you two were getting married and to ask if I would be back in time.” That had been it, two sentenced in a hour long skype call. 

Blaine felt his heart fall when Elliott suddenly couldn’t look him in the eye and answer his question.  He knew what Elliott was doing in his stuttering look around them at anything and everything other than keeping eye contact with him meant.  Elliott was trying to figure out how to tell him what he feared might be the answer.  Still?  He kept a curious squint but tight jaw of confidence he would hear the opposite up as a means of–well–lying, to himself and to Elliott, without putting actual words to it.  A quizzical stare said ‘of course he did’ when the tightening in his throat he swallowed past told the truth.  –He didn’t. Did he?–

“Oh..”  And there it was.  Nothing.  Now–it was Blaine’s turn to not be able to keep looking into Elliott’s eyes.  His hands–specifically his bare left ring finger that was itching worse with each passing day for it the band he had waiting to be placed on it by his husband was easier to look at than face someone who was his friend and only told him what he already knew.  “It’s okay. No reason for you to be sorry.”  Then–he bounced back from that slacking posture and sat straight.  A sharp inhale through his nose and he was back to bright eyed, curious Blaine in no time flat–faking that he erased all that confirmation and fear and hurt with a press of his lips into a dismissive pout and click of his tongue against his teeth.  “You know.  It’s Kurt.  He’s probably just worried he’ll talk too much about it and somehow jinx it.  I’m sure once things slow down for him–you’ll miss not hearing about it nonstop.”

let’s talk.

“Okay.” His words were quiet and he had a slightly uncomfortable smile on his face. Walking through to the living room his breathing was shallow as his fingers ran across the couch. “Oh, a water’s fine. Thanks.” Sebastian appreciated it. He only wished he could get rid of this awkwardness. In fact, he couldn’t stand it. How did someone like Sebastian fucking Smythe get reduced to someone who wasn’t open to talk. “Actually no. Let’s just sit down and talk. No distractions. Okay?” he asked him.

He was ready to say everything he had said over text. It’d be hard to open himself up this way, but he had to do it. Sebastian refused to miss out on something that could be great. Something that could literally change him as a person and make him better than before. Sebastian moved to the couch to take a seat on the couch. Patting the spot next to him, his entire front was faced towards. “I meant it. Every word,” he started. “I… I really care about you, Blaine. And I don’t fucking know how it happened or even why it did. All I know is that I want you in ways that measure beyond just your body.”

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Blaine stopped by the entrance to the living room.  One hand lifted to gesture for Sebastian to go make himself comfortable in spite of the slightly trembling fingers that motioned for him to do so giving away the fact that Blaine was winding himself into a ball of nerves at breakneck speed. He turned to go get them water and stopped abruptly when Sebastian spoke up.  Busted.  The moment he tried to steal to calm himself down was called out and stolen away before he could make it more than two steps. “Sure.  No distractions.”  Deflating with a drawn out sigh–he warily looked back first and then turned the rest of his body to match the glance over his shoulder and slowly followed Sebastian to the couch.  Sitting down beside him–Blaine bit his lip on the way down and didn’t let it go as he propped one bent knee up on the cushion, hooked the back of his knee over the inside of that ankle and gripped his calf with both hands so that he could match Sebastian’s facing him and meet his eyes.

He wished he hadn’t four words in because what he heard struck him hard.  Sebastian cared about him.  The problem was?  “I really care about you, too, Sebastian.”  More than he should. So said the heavy drag of guilt in his stomach and an eerie quiet that he’d been in since they parted the way they did. Other people were noticing. Everyone was noticing.  And he blamed it on anything but the truth.  “I didn’t mean to make you feel rejected. That’s the last thing I wanted,” his eyes went owlish, blinking away tears he felt building up.  “I messed up.  I just miss you and I feel like I seriously blew something that was..,” he cleared his throat and shook his head stopping there.  “I told you in texts but I wanted to say it right away.  I’m really..really sorry.”

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dave.

“Yes, yes I did. And you do. You suck very much,” Dave pretended to pout. Of course, he was joking, and he knew just as well as he was sure Blaine knew that he was. Dave wished that he hadn’t pulled back so soon. He had learned recently that Blaine’s lips were more than addicting, and if he really wanted to, he could spend a whole day just worshiping those lips. Dave was flushing. Maybe christening their voyage like this was tacky. Maybe it was a dumb idea to make a toast. Maybe he should have just stuck to kissing Blaine, it would have been less tacky. Yet, it seemed like Blaine liked it. He perked up, proud that he was able to garner this reaction from the other. “I can do cute things occasionally. Just…This is special. It’s like another big step in our relationship, you know? First it was meeting my dad, and now this? We’re going on this trip together and it’s just so awesome because I can’t think of anyone else I would want to go on this with, and I just can’t wait to be on the road with you,” he hummed, clinking his glass with Blaine’s glass. He sipped his drink, knowing it tasted better simply because of Blaine. He let out a surprised noise when Blaine kissed the corner of his mouth, but he turned, kissing the other once more. “You’re welcome. Thank you.”

Dave being so visibly happy with himself that he found his little surprise so sweet caused Blaine’s eyes to soften and his smile to be nothing short of a fascinated part of lips and a tiny curve at the edges.  How could he make someone so happy by just enjoying the idea that Dave was thinking about him and them so much that he’d go out of his way to come up with something so, so, so..perfect?  A perfect way to begin their trip together.  Alone.  Dave finding joy in the idea he brought Blaine joy?  Blaine felt his heart become so light he imagined it might fly out of his chest.  It was a sensation he didn’t think he could ever or would let himself feel again.  And when it came to him from out of the blue?  It brought such an overwhelming feeling of..breathing. Like breathing after only getting in gasps for air while he felt like he was suffocating for months.  Dave coming into his life and helping him? That was his head bobbing to the surface and air rushing into his lungs.  This small moment where he saw nothing but adoration and joy in Dave’s eyes?  Over a pair of plastic champagne glasses and bubbling apple juice?  Was it weird that it hit him so hard?

Blaine carefully sat his glass in the console and moved his palm to cup Dave’s cheek. His expression said everything as he stroked the pad of his thumb back and forth.  “You’re so–.   You’re amazing,” he snagged the corner of his bottom lip but freed it with a gentle smile, “I’m so ready for this step in our relationship.  We’re going to have a great time.  Together.  I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than right here.  Or the road but I’m in no rush for that.”  He had to chuckle.  Otherwise?  He might want to sit here, not move, and just hug the man to death.