meme continuation. @tinawithtwocees
“Uh–yeah. Sorry about that. They were being jerks and someone kicked my foot out. I didn’t really mean for them to take what I said–oh–nevermind. Once again, my apologies. I hope you’re okay.”
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meme continuation. @angelfacedhummel
kurt.
“What are you doing?” Kurt chuckled. He was texting Blaine before the drive back to Dalton, and this seemed to be the price to pay for complaining. He was cold and more awake than earlier but curling up with some hot chocolate wouldn’t be unwelcome, he thought before he was wrapped up in Blaine’s arms and a blanket five minutes after getting to their room.
Blaine had everything waiting. A delighted grin painted on his lips, scrunching the corners of his eyes. No matter what he did? Wiping it off was impossible. Two mugs of hot chocolate sat on the table beside his bed. A thick fluffy blanket he brought from home months ago was waiting. Kurt barely kicked his shoes off and settled in before his softly whispered, “Hey. Told you I was going to make sure you got warmed up,” ended with Kurt being pulled to the bed and brought down. The blanket burrito wrapped both of them. Problem? His arms were occupied and the hot chocolate was way out of reach. Or would require him to let go of Kurt which he wasn’t willing to do. Nope. Solution? “You’re going to have to get the hot chocolate if you want it. Can’t reach. Don’t want to reach. Too comfy where I am.”
meme continuation. @notacrabbastian
he who needs gatorade and advil.
text | rockstar : that explains why my head is bursting.
text | rockstar : i’d totally bang me, though. doesn’t surprise me. wouldn’t you??
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) That’s one of several reasons why your head is bursting, Sebastian.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I can give you a play-by-play on a few of them if you want? I’m sure there was more before you drunk dialed me for help.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) It doesn’t surprise me that you’d “bang” yourself. Hm. Wouldn’t I what? Hit on myself? 😉
meme continuation. @notacrabbastian
Blaine was the last of the pair to fall asleep having watched over Sebastian well after he passed out to make sure he would be alright. He didn’t quite reach the time where he could watch dawn start to peek through the windows but he was close. Sleep came first. Surprisingly easily considering they changed destinations mid cab ride. Especially with the blanket from Sebastian’s bedroom that he carried out to the couch once the poor drunkard slipped into a blissfully numb–no doubt thanks to the amount of alcohol in his system–sleep. Water was sat by the bed, the curtains in the bedroom were shut, and Blaine curled up on the couch with a blanket that he couldn’t let himself focus too hard on how much it smelled like Sebastian. Or how soothingly comfortable the scent was. He stayed asleep for hours only stirring once he heard the shuffling steps move past the couch as Sebastian took a seat. Thick eyelashes fluttered and pinched shut a few times. Then in one deep inhale and a balled up fist digging into his right eye, Blaine squinted the other open and looked sleepily over towards Sebastian. “H-hey you,” his voice was scratchy but he licked his lips and the roof of his mouth to make it a little less so, “Good morning. Hope you’re feeling okay?”
meme continuation. @angelfacedhummel
“Are you sure? Can I get you anything,” he asked leaning on his shoulder propped against the doorframe. Blaine was tone was full of worry and he didn’t believe Kurt was okay anymore. He was inside the bathroom far too long for a simple way off schedule nightly skincare routine keeping him in there. “Kurt,” his head bowed and he stared at his bare toes wiggling against the polished hardwood floor. Frowning deeply at the silence–he glanced at the door wishing the wood would disappear so he could see him and tell what was the matter. Instead? He had to ask and hope Kurt would answer truthfully this time. Maybe he should back off? One more try and he might. Pushing him wasn’t something he wanted to do more than he already was. “What’s wrong?”
meme continuation. @independentlyfinnhudson
finn.
Text: I’m lost and drunk and horny and hungry and tired. Help me.
( mssg » finn | sent ) Um. Okay. Wow, Finn. Let me wake up and get dressed. I’ll come find you.
( mssg » finn | sent )
What exactly are you near? I think I can help you if we figure out where you are. Should I bring Kurt? Coffee? French Fries? Something to prop you up with?
meme continuation. @devilmaycarekurt
kurt.
[text]: Get some sleep, Blaine.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) sorry. I meant to delet e that.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I will when I gert back to Dalton. was dumb enough to go to Scandals with a few o f the guys so I am s tuck here. Forget Isaid anything please?
meme continuation. @angelfacedhummel
kurt.
[text]: My dad asked me how you were over dinner, and he’s horrible with names. You’re officially welcome here again 🙂
[text]: I know I’ll see you on Monday but I’m really happy about this. I miss you.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) He did? I am? Wow, Kurt! That’s great!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Unless I’m welcome so he can shoot the boy he found waking up in his son’s bed? He might be remembering my name so he can file a Missing Person’s Report? 🙂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I still feel awful about that being how we met. God, I’ll never live it down to myself.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) So happy he might give me another chance. He seems like such a great guy and the way you talk about him only proves that’s the case. I miss you too. It’s too quiet when you’re not around.
i’ve got you.
meme reply continuation. @angelfacedhummel
He was tense, but when wasn’t he? Obviously it wasn’t the kind of tense he used to be but he never worked those knots out anyway. It didn’t help that it was surprisingly easy to stay up late at Dalton either. Reading, studying, or having a social life in a boarding school were all very valid reasons to get fewer hours or at least be propped up instead of laying down.
Kurt missed getting to sleep on time. He also missed the looser freedom of movement after a good stretch, but he hasn’t had a chance to work the kinks out of his body in a long while. Obviously it was noticeable now as while he was sat on the floor besides Blaine’s bed, his back against the piece of furniture, the remainder of his homework on his lap, and his self placed between his friend’s legs hanging off of the mattress while he looked over Kurt’s shoulder. Touch was a bit of a strange thing with Kurt, not truly comfortable with someone in his space unless he trusts them, but Blaine was his best friend by now so he didn’t think anything when said friend’s hands rested on his shoulders.
It was however strange when Blaine started to rub his shoulders, and he could have sworn he was actually starting to give Kurt a massage. He was going to ask, but it felt good and he wound up sighing contently and letting his eyes close instead.
Late nights were common to the Blaine. Between sneaking off to hang out with his classmates, scoping out competition or any other random reason? Staying up until the early morning hours and getting a kick in the pants via a strong coffee if necessary the next day wasn’t new. Now he had another reason to have a messy sleeping schedule. Spending time with Kurt was quickly becoming his favorite pass time and he deeply enjoyed every second they spent together.
Blaine sat with his hands tucked under his thighs, feet ticking up and down subtly from where they hung on either side of Kurt as he peered down at the homework strewn across his lap. They were supposed to finish hours ago. Constant breaks to talk or joke around got Kurt behind. To move things along, Blaine forced himself to be quiet and let him work. Only quipping up to offer some insight if asked. When he noticed how focused Kurt was he inched forward and let his hands come to rest on Kurt’s shoulders to see if he needed help. His palms filled with a warmth that brought a smile that curved into a mild frowning blink when he felt the tension in Kurt’s muscles. Did he put that there? Should he take his hands away?
He knew from their conversations Kurt had a massive personal bubble and he didn’t want to risk being that person who didn’t respect his boundaries. He squeezed them gently, feeling his stomach flutter. –From nerves–. A sigh stopped him from pulling away. Blaine held his breath and paused not moving until Kurt seemed to be okay. Once he was sure, he inched forward til tips of his bare toes touched the floor and began tracing small circles against the knots he found with his thumbs. “Pretty sure there’s a Boy Scout guide missing a knot shape or two that your shoulders invented. Wow. What’s got you so tense? I promise we’ll get this done. If you’re worried. Next time we can focus on finishing your work first and goofing off after.”
curious text from miss quinn fabray.
( mssg » blainey | sent ) Are you and Kurt back together?
( mssg » blainey | sent ) I heard some stuff from the wedding party the other night and I thought I’d ask!
( mssg » quinn | sent ) Word travels fast. Let me guess? Tina? Mercedes? Rachel?
( mssg » quinn | sent ) It was Tina.
( mssg » quinn | sent ) Honestly? I don’t know. Things happened but we really need to talk about it. Why so curious, Miss Fabray?
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