( mssg » sam | sent ) I wish I was! It JUST happened! ( mssg » sam | sent ) I know I’m not that small! What were they thinking?? ( mssg » sam | sent ) ……fun sized?? Like Halloween candy fun sized? A couple of bites and it’s gone and you wish you had the real thing? I’m pretty sure you were trying to make me feel better but.. 😦 😦
Initially Ian hadn’t been expecting much to come of his shivering. Most of the time when the weather didn’t suit his outfit choice, he dealt with it. Now he could of grabbed a coat on the way out, thought ahead, made a rational choice —– but what did it matter now ? He was cold, he’d done it to himself, he’d deal. Except he didn’t get the chance to make such a decision. Before he could settle with the fact that he’d be cold the rest of the night, Blaine was practically demanding he take his jacket. “ Then you’ll be cold. You realize that, right ? Bad survival skills. Ever notice how they say to save your own life before someone elses ?” it was instinct for him to protest in that manner, but that didn’t make either of them stop the ginger from slipping Blaine’s coat over his shoulders.
Blaine kept watching Ian from the corners of his eyes. He knew that Ian should’ve grabbed a jacket. So said the weather forecast and the sudden hit and miss heat of fall settling into Chicago. One minute it could be hot as heck, the other? You’d think you were in the tail end of October and about to freeze. The Windy City never failed to live up to it’s namesake. But he had a cardigan on underneath his coat and a light scarf wrapped around his neck to polish off his put together look. Honestly, giving one layer over to Ian’s comfort was pretty much embedded into Blaine’s DNA. Which is why he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he offered it. A triumphant grin twitched the edges of his lips upwards when he won in the end. (Like there was any other possible outcome if Blaine was truly insistent about something like someone else’s well being.) “I’m going to be fine. I promise. Plus! It looks good on you.” Who needed a coat when the heat on your face was making up for the lack of one?
“So.. Are you going to let me buy us coffee? Now that I know you aren’t going to freeze the whole walk there.”
“ If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left. ”
“That’s just it, Santana. You have me. We have each other. No matter what, you aren’t going to lose me. You can’t. Okay? We’ll figure things out from here. I mean..if we’ve hit the bottom.. The only way we can go is up. Right..?”
[text:Blaine]Aww dude…u’r making me blush [text:Blaine] Thanx 4 noticing tho ☺️ [text:Blaine] And just so you know -cause everybody love compliments, right? [text:Blaine] U’r hot 2!!
( mssg » sam | sent ) That’ was the whoel poitn. I like it when you blush. IT makes you even cuter. which is seriously unfair because you’re already cute enough without doint me that. ( mssg » sam | sent ) who am I kidding? Your whole face is unfairr ( mssg » sam | sent ) I am? Taht’s kindof you to say. I’ll pretend liek you really meant it and aren’t just saying it cause you’re too sweet to take a compliment whtowut giving one back.
( mssg » sam | sent) Wish Icoudl say I’m sorry for makng you blush but I’d be lying. ( mssg » sam | sent) yourE welcome, i mean I noticed a long time ago but I ( mssg » sam | sent) fOrgot whre I was going with that. oh wow I ‘m drunk. this is Pucks’ fautl ( mssg » sam | sent) Thank you forsaying that. I know that we ar just friends but I jsut want you to knwo you are beautiful and I adore you isndie and out. ( mssg » sam | sent) that didn’t sound as good as I thought it would when I heard it in my head.
❛ There’s nothing I love more in life than a scolding hot shower. It’s the symbol of human dignity that separates us from the chimps. ❜
“Separates us from the–what? Why are you like this? Wait. Don’t answer that. The real question has already been answered. Also known as why were you in there for so long..? Mystery solved.”
Being closed off was a talent of Barry’s, sure it was easy to read him sometimes. But when he really wanted to the speedster would shut people out, and remain very guarded. It was unfair to his significant others, perhaps one of the reasons why his relationships tended to crumble after a while. He should learn from his mistakes, and not repeat them. Perhaps in that aspect … he just an idiot. It happened again and again, and again. And here he was ready to repeat it. “Blaine I…” he looked into those hazel orbs that he had grown to adore so quickly. He was causing this man pain, all because he was being a coward. Too scared. Too worried. Too unsure of himself. Scared about the idea that he might lose him, worried that he might hurt him, and unsure that he’s even good enough. Regardless he should just push this away, give up without a fight, without Blaine having a say in it. What has sealing himself away done for him? Nothing. Nothing at all, and it usually came to bite him right in the ass again. Finally his shoulders slump a little, the tension easing out of him as he came to a conclusion at last. “….I’m… I’m not really good at this, and you’re right. I have been guard, and withdrawn.” A pause, and pursed lips. “I don’t mean to, but I… I need to try,” he gulped looking a little more determined. “I’ll try, for you, for us. I’m not going to run away anymore.”
Blaine was tired. Tired of pretending that none of Barry’s distance and attempts to push him away hurt him as bad as they did. Tired of waiting and hoping that whatever cosmic fate that tethered them together (whether Barry wanted it or not..that’s what they were) to give him some sort of a break and nudge Barry towards him just a little. Even the tiniest bit would be better than nothing. Barry’s latest bout of going days without answering any of Blaine’s attempts to contact him, finally, pushed Blaine to his breaking point. He stood just inside Barry’s apartment. Hands waving at his sides as he blurted out his answer to ‘How have you been?’. Normally, he would have answered with something equally as skirting-around-the-bigger-issue as that question was. Today? He just couldn’t. Silence swallowed him up as he waited for Barry to show him even the slightest shred of caring about what he had to say. What he got back made his mouth drop open. Barry just AGREED with him? Blaine was so ready to launch into another rant that what he heard caught him off guard. All he could do was regurgitate Barry’s response back to him. “You’ll try for me? For us? You won’t run away,” he asked feeling a little more than weary of the promise and rightfully so. Hazel eyes combed over Barry’s and his lips pouted over the question before he asked it keeping close guard on his heart that deeply wanted to flutter in his chest at the glimmer of hope Barry just gifted him with. “You promise..?”
Quiet tip toes on bare feet let him sneak up behind Elliott without being noticed. Blaine held his breath behind his ear to ear grin as he pulled his sneakiest approach yet. His master plan of embracing the much taller of the pair from behind went off without a flaw! Well. He didn’t mean to startle the poor guy but the happy look on Elliott’s face that greeted him once he realized who was giving him this impromptu hug was worth the pang of guilt he felt for scaring him.
Triumphantly beaming–hazel eyes met Elliott’s as he spun around and put them face to face. “Who else did you think I’d be? I didn’ mean to scare you. As far as I know, no mysterious hugger is going around Manhattan breaking into apartments to give the owners random hugs,” he winked then turned his head to press a soft kiss into Elliott’s palm. “Hi,” he whispered not really moving too far back to do so. “Did I interrupt you? Sorry.” Not really.
Time to admit defeat. Sleep just wasn’t going to happen. Blaine ran his fingers through a disheveled mop of curls that were left reshaping themselves into their disarrayed state after his shower hours ago as he walked, light as possible, down the hallway towards the kitchen. He poked at Kurt the first time he heard about Finn’s warm milk.. Lesson learned. It didn’t do the drink every time he struggled with falling asleep but _with any luck _tonight would be one of the times it did.
Standing over the stove with a pot in his hand–Blaine turned as he heard Cooper’s voice cringing when he realized he woke him up. “Hey, Coop. I was trying to be quiet,” he smiled guiltily as he sat the pot on the stove and went to the fridge to grab out the milk. “I couldn’t sleep. Every time I tried, my head started spinning. There’s so much riding on winning tomorrow. I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous,” not missing a beat he went back to the stove and turned a burner on, “I was thinking that, maybe, I could find the confidence I keep telling people to have at the bottom of a warm cup of milk. If not? Potentially sleeping might be a good trade.” Catching himself, he pressed his lips together and bowed his head–deflating in a deep sigh. “Sorry.. Rambling. Would you like some?”
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