Tag: meme continuation

meme continuation. @bcingnicesucks​

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“Mm.  Yes.  Already,” Blaine hums against Sebastian’s throat as his arms wrap around his boyfriend’s chest from behind.  Fingers burying into his curls draw his eyelids shut and he nuzzles the very tip of his nose along the long line of Sebastian’s jaw with a sigh of delight. Technically–he promised that he’d give Sebastian ample time to finish up his work.  Blaine fully planned on pulling through with his vow.  For real!  But the clack, clack, clack of keys could pick back up after he had a little bit of fun.  The taste of Sebastian’s skin was too alluring to not go in for seconds. And that’s what Blaine wants now more than anything.  So hints the caving in of his stomach and the soft, pitched noise that parts his lips.  No worries.  Now it was just easier to kiss along the shell of Sebastian’s ear as he made his case.  “Ten more minutes and I promise I’ll let you work.  Please,” he whispers making sure the corner of his mouth moved against Sebastian’s ear just to tease him further and add more fuel to his bargain.

meme continuation. @elliott-starchild

Letting himself inside with the key Elliott was kind enough to give him since he’d been staying there–Blaine was mentally and physically exhausted.  He kept tiredly quiet as he kicked off his shoes and let his bag fall to the floor.  His huff of a sigh was the only sound he made as he flounced down onto the couch and deflated backwards until his head rested against the back of the sofa.   Only to get painful jolt up his neck from knot from the crook he quickly rubbed away before letting his hand fall into his lap and–oh hello, Elliott.

The pair met each other’s eyes in unison.  Though–Blaine’s couldn’t help the glance back down just to make sure he saw what he thought he saw on the glance up. That being a mostly naked Elliott other than a pile of fabric on his arm and pair of lace boxers. Yeah!  That’s what it was! How long was too long before the silence between the two went from awkward to creepy? Trying to beat that deadline–Blaine stuttered.  Nothing came out.  His reddening cheeks puffed in a breath that popped his lips open and he shrugged helplessly without anything else to say but..  “H-Hi.  Um..  I’m hoooome,” he smiled and cringed all at once trying to keep his eyes strictly focused on Elliott’s, “Probably should have made some sort of statement like about a minute ago–huh? Yep! Definitely..”  –Oh boy!–

kurt.

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“You think you haven’t sinned?  Blaine, everyone does bad things.  All the time.  Intentional or otherwise.”  He says with a shrug.  “It’s no big deal.”

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“I know everyone does bad things,” Blaine ran a palm across his mouth, “I get that.  I just–.” Running out of words–he meets Kurt’s eyes with guilt still lingering in his.  “You’re sure it’s not a big deal?”  The problem was? Blaine hated making mistakes.  Intentional or not–like Kurt said. It doesn’t matter.

meme continuation. @notimminent

“You have?  I’m not sure that makes me feel better, Emma.  It’s not like I need to add to your To-Do List.”  Blaine cringed.  He was already ‘the new kid’ trying to fit in and being accepted into the theater crowd so early on was a dream come true and he liked Emma.  A lot.  Now, he was just another clumsy mess giving her yet another project.  Unless?  Blaine looked at the pieces of the prop and bit his lip.  “You know,” he shrugged and scrunched his nose in a ‘hear me out’ kinda way.  “I was pretty good at helping with sets and props at my old school.  I could stay and help you catch up?  I wield a mean bottle of Gorilla Glue,” he grinned before laughing softly trying to get over his embarrassment with a baiting hum of a chuckle.

meme continuation. @notacrabbastian

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           Blaine avoided this conversation for as long as he could.  Sebastian’s number was a press of his thumb on his phone away more times than he could count.  Days went by.  His I’ll think about it.  I promise..just give me time felt like a punch not only to his stomach but he knew that every passing minute he kept Sebastian waiting certainly felt like the same to him, too.  It wasn’t something he ever wanted to to do him.  None of this was.  And he was getting really good at making those blunders lately.  However, Sebastian was too important to him–whether he believed it or not—to lose.  And the worst?  Too important to let go of.  To face the idea that he’d tell Sebastian no and end up losing what he knew Sebastian felt for him? It was greedy and selfish and awful–but Blaine was petrified he would.  So?  He thought a couple days longer. Put things off and let himself live in a world that for one more day Sebastian Smythe–wanted him.  And inside those days?  He’d made a terrible mistake.  One that he could take back.  Not from Kurt, not from himself and not from the boy who wouldn’t understand why it wasn’t him.

Feeling his insides shake–Blaine delivered the news with a guilt ridden whisper and a stare that was deadlocked onto the tabletop. He couldn’t break up with Kurt, he couldn’t do that to him. What he didn’t deliver was that–within days–it wouldn’t be his decision.  A trip to New York City was planned and Blaine knew that he was probably going to lose it all anyway (he deserved to) which was why–.  More selfishness flooded in and he swallowed the guilt chasing after because he was desperate.  “I can’t lose this, too,” he whispered in a cracked voice after Sebastian’s peck was delivered to his cheek.  “Sebastian.  Wait.  Wait,” his voice grew in strength and volume as he was suddenly behind the taller of the pair.  Blaine gripped his elbow trying to get him to stop and face him.  “Don’t go.  Can we just–talk?  Please?”

a rock? more like a boulder.

At some point, Dave had fallen asleep at his desk. So maybe he shouldn’t have actually put off his project until the last minute, but that was his true nature. Technically, he had plenty of time in the morning to get the thing down, he wasn’t actually sure why he was really panicking over the project. Maybe it was because he was home alone, and didn’t have his parents yelling at him to get it done. He woke up with a start, back aching and body stiff. Shaking his head, he got up and walked to his bed, eyes drooping once more. He crawled into his bed, and without much trouble, fell asleep once more.

It was the loud crashing noise that woke him up again. Eyes wide, he looked around the room, now suddenly wide away. His eyes trained on the now gaping hole in his window and gasped. “Shit,“ he hissed, getting up to see what came through his window. There, on the floor, was a rather large piece of the sidewalk. Not a rock, a piece of the sidewalk. He immediately looked out of his window and caught sight of a stunned Blaine Anderson. Turning, he moved quickly out of his room and down the stairs to the outside. “What the hell, Anderson? What was that for?!” he growled.

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Oh for—!  This was happening.  There was no magic rewind button to push.  Not when he saw who was standing in the window two seconds later.  “Oh dear God,” the words were muffled against slim fingers still pressed to his lips as his stomach crashed through the soles of his shoes and embedded itself in the ground.  Blaine stood there waiting for the inevitable moment where the disappearing figure of Dave Karofsky would appear in the doorway of the house he just vandalized.  All he knew was he didn’t want to–the door swung open–and that dreadful thought he had came right out the second he stared at the face of the man growling at him.  “I don’t want to go to prison.  Please don’t send me to jail.”

A wobbly step towards him ended with him putting his hands out trying to soothe Dave’s anger by flinching his fingers.  Like the motions could magically erase it.  “I’ll pay for the damage and I–this was a colossal mistake.”  The whole night was.  This just happened to be the biggest one. Or was the last glass of whiskey the real villain?  Yeah that was probably it. Pleading, round hazel eyes begged even harder than the tone of his vaguely slurred voice. “Just..tell me how much it is and,” one finger pointed towards the window but the rest on the opposite hand remained skyward, “I’ll cover it?”  Using the same hand, he wiped his mouth and smiled but the attempt was paper thin.  Sort of like a window when pitted against a chunk of sidewalk.

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oh no!

The idea had come to him during French class, and Kurt had asked to be excused and made his way to the bathroom to put up his ‘masterpiece’. Maybe, he thought to himself, if the popular boy saw the creation and asked around about it, he’d actually talk to someone unpopular like Kurt. ‘Blaine Anderson likes watching guys’ was as far as he’d gotten so far (he wanted to make the writing beautiful and perfect, after all), as he was suddenly interrupted.

Jumping, he dropped the marker and nearly face-planted into the wall as he scrambled to get up off the floor where he was sitting. “I-I… I didn’t… I just… I mean… I-It…” He babbled rapidly, his face turning a bright red color as he turned to face Blaine, shrinking back against the wall a bit. “I didn’t… you weren’t supposed to see….” He managed out, “I… you like…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it, stumbling over his words.

Hazel eyes went round as saucers.  Both hands jerked up from where they were loosely crossed over his chest as Kurt sprang up and almost knocked his face into the wall. Oh no!  In a rush, he lunged forward to keep him from eating plaster but Kurt caught himself at the last second. Before he turned–Blaine was closer but his hands were back in his personal bubble, fingers cocked at awkward angles hinted he was just about to catch the other boy.  Seeing Kurt so scared?  Making him read it wasn’t as funny as Blaine thought.  Sure, Kurt might a little embarrassed but he’d hoped they could laugh at the irony of him walking in when Kurt was–well–DaVinci’ng his name on the wall.  Nothing this extreme.

Good intentions, as they say.  Damn it, this wasn’t supposed to be the epitome of that. “Kurt..breathe,” yes he knew the boy’s name–surprising as that might be.  But there was a reason.  As far as surprises for Kurt today?  He probably had enough of those to last a lifetime. Oops.  Again.  “I-,” he tried to smile gently and speak softly to soothe him.  “You don’t have to read it.  It’s okay.” Then a thought crossed his mind, attention drawn to the half-done sentence.  –Or maybe it’s not.  Guess it depends on how you were going to finish that?–  Now? He was confused. “Unless–um–I did something I’m not aware of?”  Who was the one struggling to talk this time?