The pause meant everything. It gave him HOPE. Hope that maybe, perhaps- He could barely think of the words without going breathless. He could FEEL Blaine’s pulse raising under the warm touch of his thumb, and he wanted to grab his hand, reel all of him in, but he couldn’t move. He kept staring at him, pupils blown out with hope and doubt all the same. A breath escaped when Blaine didn’t pull away, and then the WORDS. He’d been forgiven. And it was more than he could’ve hoped for. He thought he’d have to pursue Blaine for a long time before he could even be around him as friends. Feelings or no feelings. His heart was racing too. And he’d never felt anything like it before. He didn’t know how to COPE with it. He needed Blaine closer with a ravenous hunger, and at the same time if they just stayed like that, it felt like it was more than enough to overwhelm him. His eyebrows screwed, and he panted. Daring to hope for something when Blaine talked like that. When they first met, he thought he could tell everything the other boy was feeling with just one look. And he hadn’t felt like that since, but he did now. ‘Then maybe we should do something about it.’ He urged, as he moved chairs to impulsively get closer. His hand letting go of his wrist, only to slide alongside the inside his forearm on the table and place his fingers warmly at the bend of his elbow. Sebastian looked at him. ‘Look, killer. This scares the shit out of me. Alright?? But after-’ Dave, Slushie ‘Everything. I’d be a fucking idiot to let you go over BAD TIMING. That’s stupid. That first time we sat here, on this table and talked- I know you know what I mean.’ He stated. He was so close on his side but facing him, that their knees were touching and the warmth made his breath shallow. ‘I won’t. Even if you walk out on me. I’m not asking you for anything other than a chance. Don’t we deserve at least that much??’
Hope filling Sebastian’s eyes gave a splash of relief from the building tension, hurt, ache squeezing Blaine’s chest. Yes, he’d forgiven Sebastian a long time ago. Much to the disapproval of his friends who threw the incident at him–’He almost blinded you!’–as a reason to doubt the sincerity of the boy who committed the action trying to suddenly redeem himself after a near stranger almost—. ‘How could he forgive someone like Sebastian for that? Apologies and donation tins aside?’ Those were the questions that the less forgiving people he knew drilled into him non-stop until they let it go and their attention shifted to their personal dramas that took focus off Blaine’s at last. But. He saw Sebastian suffering. Felt it.
Yes, Sebastian was forgiven. Blaine hoped that he could, eventually, forgive himself. It was so much easier to focus on the look of hope in Sebastian’s eyes than to hone in on the way his breath was stolen when he switched seats. How it all rushed back in when a touch that slid up his arm ignited every nerve ending and made them dance. The way Sebastian’s tone was soft, his petname fell from his tongue. Blaine’s spine felt the syllables. It always did. The inside of his mouth dried up so much he had to run his tongue over the roof to wet it again. Hazel eyes fell shut and brows shoved together, face scrunched in an attempt to keep what he was feeling in check and not let his eyes fill with tears. Their knees brushed together as Blaine covered Sebastian’s hand and cupped the side of his pale throat with the other. “We deserve a lot.” Honesty came at a price. His efforts to keep his eyes dry were spent and he opened them to search Sebastian’s knowing the burning wasn’t going to stop. Guilt filled them deeply. “But,” his voice dropped to a whisper. Who knew what he was begging for? Understanding, an interruption, a call out, his room to argue shut away? He wouldn’t say–but the tone was there. “For us to get a chance at what we deserve–someone I care deeply about gets the exact opposite. How am I supposed to do that to him after–everything I promised? What kind of a person does that make me if I do?”
Maybe this won’t last very long But you feel so right And I could be wrong Maybe I’ve been hoping too hard But I’ve gone this far And it’s more than I hoped for.
“Noted.” He said, amused. With a soft smile and eye roll that Blaine probably wouldn’t see, Kurt folded his arms and cocked his hip, the comment ‘be careful what you wish for’ dying before he even parted his lips. It was probably best not to make demon jokes yet, especially since he hadn’t yet explained that he himself did have another body now. Later.
“Don’t worry about it. I was waiting for you anyway.” He explained simply and turned to leave the room. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you don’t smell like that anymore.” He added with a wave of his hand over his shoulder.
It was a little strange navigating around Blaine’s kitchen, as it wasn’t something he got to do often before either. He made do though, humming as he cooked.
‘I was waiting for you anyway.’
Blaine couldn’t help the brief pause of his quiet, protesting groans when he heard Kurt’s, simple to him but not-so-simple to Blaine, reply. Olive fingers gripped the comforter tight, golden hazel eyes fixed firmly on an invisible forever found inside the woodgrain of the floor. He tried to swallow the way his heart skipped a beat to chase down the question that was on the tip of his tongue. It shouldn’t be said, shouldn’t see the light of day. So, it was stuffed away and blocked with a nod. Or so he pretended because it was easier that way.
He was smiling when he glanced back up again but Kurt disappeared into the hallway before he could see it. His face was stuck like that in spite of the room going in a swirl as he stood up and quickly went for the bathroom to get a shower.
Appearing in the doorway to the kitchen as fast as taking a shower, brushing his teeth, fixing his hair and throwing on a crimson pullover, Dalton hoodie and cuffed jeans would let him, he leaned on the corner and rested his head against the wall watching the young man with a quiet observation broken up by a soft whisper, “You..um.” A bashful smile. A pair of furrowed brows. He switched course. “Look like you haven’t lost your knack for cooking. Smells great. Didn’t think I’d be able to eat after last night but my stomach says different.”
Dave let out a load chuckle, leaning back in his seat a bit. “That’s what I heard too. He’s a huge target of the mob, threatened to reveal something, or took too much of the mobs drugs or something. He’s wanted though, but Brittany has some kind of deal with them or something? Something about doing something for them in exchange that they don’t hurt him. They’re leaving him alone for now,” he nodded to himself grinning. The stories Brittany always told him just made him smile all the time. He let out a long sigh, especially when he knew Blaine was right, he really shouldn’t be talking on the phone, not when he almost got into a car accident. “Okay, Okay, fine. I’ll hang up, and I’ll talk to you when I get there, and try not to be too excited about what we’re about to be doing, because of course, I haven’t been excited for, I dunno, forever or anything,” he teased, pausing for a moment. “I’ll see you soon Blaine.” he said as he hung up the phone.
As Dave pulled into the driveway he felt his heart start racing. He knew it was his excitement. Ever since he started dating Blaine, every day had been something to look forward to. He always looked forward to the time of the day he got to come see Blaine. Turning the car off, he reached behind him, pulling out his stuff for their visit, but Blaine stopped him. He raised an eyebrow, but let go of his things, and grabbed the ice cream instead. “I think I’m good. Though if you want to get this ice cream inside while I do get my stuff I wont complain. Of course then I actually want to say hi to you,” he grinned, walking over to his boyfriend. Handing over the ice cream, Dave leaned in, pulling Blaine into an awkwardly positioned hug. “Hey there. I’m glad I made it too,” he hummed, before turning around to go get his things for the night.
“Okay but I would have carried those for you in exchange for you showing up with this,” he grinned down at the bag of goodies Dave brought. Blaine hooked the bag under Dave’s arm as he laughed and managed to hug him back the best he could in their position. “Hi back..” Before Dave could turn completely, Blaine reached out and touched his elbow to get his attention. There was only a flash of awkward silence once he had it before he inched up onto his toes and pressed a kiss to Dave’s cheek. A sharp exhale and a deep breath recovered the air he’d been holding in and a blush spread over his olive complexion. His thumb jutted in the direction of the large set of double doors, “I’ll see you inside, okay?” Two backwards steps and a rub to the back of his neck later–Blaine gave him the room to get his things and bit his lip behind his back. “You can put your stuff wherever. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
That was where he would be found once Dave was inside. Tossing the plastic bag into a recycle container underneath the kitchen sink and glancing up with round hazel eyes that crinkled at their edges in a welcoming smile. It felt good to see Dave standing there–a realization that washed over him in a warm wave. The man had a comforting presence that once Blaine got to know him more than the small bit of friendship they all discovered in the end? He felt–safer when Dave was around. From himself, from everything. Did Dave have any idea how much that meant to him? He’d probably humbly shrug it off as being a good person if it was pointed out. Blaine didn’t think about how he was watching him so closely as he mulled the idea over. Or that he hadn’t said anything yet. Then in a snap back to the planet–he tucked his head down and felt his face get hotter. “I–Sorry. Greeting you with a creepy stare was not my intention. Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Just need to relax?”
let me tell y’all about my darling j. from the f i r s t moment we met she has been one of the most positive people EVER. and of course, my big ego enjoys the compliments i get from her about my portrayal of rachel berry. ( u da best ilysm ) j goes out of her way to make sure people feel loved and that’s one of the most admirable qualities ever. i’m so glad to be able to call her a friend. this little ray of sunshine is always thinking about other people && i can tell how much she adores the people she is close to. y’know when she’s not destroying us with angsty feelsy plots of course.
now don’t mistake this kindness, friends. j is also a lil shit && our skype convos just prove that.
i do have to say our skype conversations are so judge-free. like, we’ve all said some weird shit in there, bUT IT’S BC WE’RE SO COMFORTABLE. && though the convos have been few lately because i am a piece of shit sry ilu, they’re still something i look forward to when they do happen.
don’t even get me started on her muses. not only are her writing skills on point, but somehow she manages to get the character’s voices && mannerisms down pat. like how??? i love rp-ing with any of her muses because i know right away that they’ll be a+ characterization.
basically the summary of all this is that j is amazing && i will personally hunt down anybody who makes her upset ever ❤
// Baby! Oh my gosh! Baby! Honey! I just really wanna hug you right now. Thank you so much! I’m keeping this forever to read when I need some love. This is so sweet and the feeling is 100% mutual. Even when we are shady, weird or I’m a lil shit, I have nothing but love for you. 😛 I just–that’s all I can say rn. Cause I’m swimming in da feels.
SEND ME ℧ FOR ME TO GENERATE A SCENARIO FOR OUR MUSES Barry and Blaine get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes. @theoreticalguardianangel
Who knew that he’d end up getting stuck riding out a hurricane alone in the middle of a music shop JUST because he was too worried about the elderly shop owner who he’d come to consider a friend being left here? When–said elderly shop owner–was nowhere in sight. He’d used the key the man entrusted him with after stopping by for a few weeks straight to help him tune a few pianos he was behind on and clean up around the store and hurried inside to check if Mister Fernando needed anything just as the rain started to pour in buckets. So much for the thought he had time to make it home. Hey! What did he know? He grew up in Ohio. Trusting the weather station was hit or miss during the winter but he figured that they’d be able to predict a more timely landfall for a hurricane! Even if it was a “little one”. What constitutes a “little hurricane” anyway?!
Groaning as he pulled back the old lace curtain covering the door to look out at the street–Blaine swallowed the lump of fear in his throat and debated making a break for it. Wait. No. Getting stuck on a shutdown subway should that happen? He’d take his chances here. The owner lived upstairs. There was food and water and it was dry. Not home but definitely not the subway! It’d work. In the middle of his mini freak-out, he paused at the sight of someone ducking under the bus stop roof. More rain, this time in truckloads. No way was that guy getting a bus or standing outside. Sighing softly at the poor man’s predicament–Blaine said prayer he wasn’t about to lock himself in here with one of the city’s weirdos and opened the door. “Hey?! Hey! Over here,” he yelled over the drumming of the rain to catch his attention, “Do you need a–just come in?!”
He had to make a few mental reminders to question Sebastian about the fact he had given Blaine a key to the loft. If only because that seemed like something he should have been aware of? Remy was just going to peg the paint smeared rag onto the desk before dropping back against it. His eyes locked to the other as he soaked in the adorable sight of Blaine all but stumbling over his words. “Sebastian has been letting you into the loft and I have’nt noticed? Well now I just feel like the worst brother.” There’s a pause at that his eyes squinting for a moment. ‘Though that does explain where all the hot water has been going.” There’s a quick shake of his long pink hair before he’s pushing off the table to cross the distance that was between them. “I’d shake your hand but I’m pretty sure I have like, nine different colors on them and you’re wearing..well, nevermind.” He waved his hand a little in the air again. Remy had the same confidence as Sebastian but it was a different tone. Sweeter somehow. He still walked around the room like he owned it. And like the world belonged to him but his words lacked that usual bite Sebastian had. “Remy Smythe. It’s a pleasure to meet you Blaine. Sebastian has talked about you a lot…And if you want to sleep. Go ahead. God forbid I distract your plans.” He pointed out, a warm smile on his face.
Stopping just shy of the couch–Blaine lifted both hands and attempted to wave off Remy’s worry that he was seriously missing some guy freeloading in their apartment the entire time he was here. “No! No! I don’t think–I’ve only taken advantage of the offer a handful of times–You probably weren’t–There’s about,” okay that was about three different sentences started and not a single one finished. Stopping as his fingers curled towards his palms and both hands dropped to his sides–Blaine hung his head and rolled his eyes at himself. “Let’s try this again,” he mumbled and looked at Remy’s hands now that he pointed them out. A polite smile curved the edges of his mouth when their eyes met. “Pleasure to meet you, Remy. It’s okay. That’s a lovely shade of a dozen different paint smears though.” Hearing Sebastian talked about him to Remy–a lot–sparked a streak of dread and curiosity. Harmless dread. The kind that makes him wonder what Sebastian said and if he wanted to know–considering. Who knew what Remy’s brother might say about him if he wasn’t around to force him to dial it back. As much as anyone could force Sebastian to do anything he didn’t want to do. Even him. “I promise not much of what he says is true. If it’s anything like I’m guessing. Care to share? Or do I even want to know?” Grabbing the blankets could wait. He already asked. Might as well hear the details.
Tina was gathering her things to go home for the weekend when she heard a familiar voice. Turning to her right, she saw that was Blaine and couldn’t help smiling at him. “Hey Blaine!” She watched her friend closely and noticed that he was nervous about something. Crossing her arms, she leaned against the locker as she waited for him to explain. “You volunteered me for something without asking me first? What is it?” Ignoring the compliment, she stared right at Blaine while she waited him to answer her. She was a good person but she didn’t like people taking advantage of that especially her best friend. “Either tell me what it is or I’m going home.”
Seeing Tina clearly annoyed with him–Blaine puffed out a laugh trying to calm her down. “Well–um.” Rocking up onto his tip toes and back to his heels–a puckered pout freed his poor lip. “Okay,” his left hand sharply lifted as he pointed at the ceiling motioning for her to hold up, “Before you’re actually capable of killing me with the death glare you’ve got? It’s for this!” Wasting no time–Blaine rooted around in his back giving her an ‘I’m sorry!’ peek when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. Ah ha! Shoved towards her were two tickets to the The Ohio Theatre Friday Night With Fritz showing of Son of Frankenstein and Brides of Dracula. “I–um. Got us these..it’s in Columbus next Friday–have you seen this guy? From Sectionals. Remember? He’s hilarious and the movies?!” There went the eyebrows and he was starting to grin that grin that said he was about to dork out! Warning! “The movies are great! We–,” he bit his lip and looked down smiling strangely and obviously jumped tracks of what he was about to say–knew it was obvious–and hoped she’d give him a pass. “We can take my car. I’ll have you back late–or! You could stay at my house? What do you say, Tina? Come on! Make it a yes!” All that and he didn’t give her time to get a word in? The stumble was more of bash to his knees on concrete he was ignoring but he really, really truley excited.
“Anywhere.” Honestly, sometimes Kurt was surprised he wasn’t claustrophobic. Then again the room before was pretty spacious.
He sighed softly. Aside from the nightmares or moments like this where he was reflecting on it, he wasn’t really affected at all. He was tougher, that’s for sure. Maybe there was a bit of a problem with listening to others as well, but what was expected when he was locked up and having to listen to a smug bastard to live? Now that he was back and living again – no pun intended – he wasn’t listening to anyone or staying inside longer than he was comfortable. Closed spaces were pretty obnoxious.
A smile made it’s way onto Kurt’s face as Blaine continued on about his food. He started helping in the kitchen when he was six and cooking when he was eight- his food had better be good. “Need any help in here? If not I’m going to go dig through your kitchen and start.” Blaine was a bright sort of prescience, always has been to Kurt. “Speaking of which, if I make waffles and eggs are you going to throw up?”
“Not gonna throw up if you don’t mention throwing up ever again, Kurt.” From his mini-ball on the bed–Blaine waved frantically trying to shoo the word from his vocabulary. No. He never wanted to hear the phrase throw up in his whole life. Or alcohol. Though wasn’t that the lament of anyone who was currently in his position? Either figuratively or–hunched over on all fours (if you count bent elbows and knees)–literally?
“I’m okay. I just need a shower and a new body. A new body would be great but a shower is going to have to do,” he groaned as he stretched out and uncurled from his ball to first–his knees and then a scoot, scoot turn had him sitting on the edge of the bed with his toes tapping the floor like he was testing the theory of standing up working with wobbly knees and legs. Fisting two balls of his comforter in his palms–his gaze shifted towards Kurt, eyes blinking large as he finally took in the full view of him.
“Thank you for–this,” he decided to dump everything he wanted to say into something easier to swallow. Unlike the pills he dry mouthed until he remembered the water. “Um–just–thanks.”
A little too much is a saying that can get anyone into a whole heap of trouble. A little too much fun can end up with a trip to the Emergency Room. A little too much love can end with a broken heart when you’re the one left behind. A little too much this, a little too much that and who knows what world of hurt can be thrown your way. For instance?
A little too much alcohol. Blaine was probably just the right amount of drunk. Not too much to make his judgement totally off kilter–though what he was about to do might argue the exact opposite of that statement–but just enough that he was fueled by liquid courage to the point where this seemed like a ‘good idea’. They’d fallen against the wall after tucking Sam away for. Blaine swayed happily alongside Puck with his grandiose hand gestures chatting about the Warblers and how they were just as worried that he’d share secrets as the McKinley kids seemed to be concerned with him stealing them. One swing of his arm that was a little too much to the side and BOOM! Puck was knocked into the wall. Blaine fell against him without his lack of support and–.
Laughter died out and hazel eyes stared up into dark brown with a huff of a chuckle and a twinkle of mischief. Neither one of them moved right away. Except Blaine putting one hand on the plaster and gripped Puck’s bicep with the other. Cheap beer breath wasn’t so bad when it was warm and soft on Blaine’s cheek. He could have sworn he saw the other boy look at his lips and he subconsciously licked them trying to laugh but fell a dime short. Without thinking, fingers dug into both things he gripped and a confused–lopsided grin softened. Was he the one to move? Or was it Puck? He lost the air in his lungs when their lips met. The world went on an out of control carousel ride, spinning dizzy when he pressed them together harder and he tasted liquor, beer and.. “Sorry..sorry,” tiny kisses peppered by a word on repeat against Puck’s mouth. He knew he should move away not closer. He did the second. “That was a–um–.”
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