Tag: meme continuation

meme continuation. @amillixnvoices

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Olive fingers laced through ivory and he held onto Kurt sleeping next to him like the two of them might spiral out into space if he let go.  Blaine never fell asleep before his fiance’.  Not once since this trip back to New York did he allow himself even a wink until Kurt’s breathing was steady, the tears stopped and quiet settled into the loft.  

God this quiet.  It was stomach churning to lay there awake in.  No matter how many times he told himself it didn’t get to him to be the last one awake?  He never truly convinced himself.  

They were all in pieces.  Kurt’s and Rachel’s were just more important to fix but in the middle of the night?  His own hurt came in and his head spun with how he was going to glue the three of them back together. Until there was nothing but dark and he was asleep, no real answers coming to mind other than: I’ll just be here..

Rachel.  He heard her in the light sleep he’d drifted off to.  Kurt was still sleeping and he was now an expert of getting out of bed without stirring him.  Blaine was inside ‘her room’ in seconds.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.  Shh, don’t worry about that.  It’s what I’m here for..,” the bed gave a rattle as he climbed into lay beside her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she was pulled into his arms.

meme continuation. @inthequiver

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Blaine’s stomach twisted into a knot that was about six loops big when he received the name of the boy he was supposed to tutor after class.  He stood in the doorway of the classroom staring at it for a good full minute before the teacher spoke up and jarred him out of his thoughts so he could answer.  His instinct was to seriously debate whether or not he should keep his volunteer tutor status or tell her he would rather cut his losses and quit right then and there.  Why? Because of the name he read on repeat.

Sebastian Smythe.  Hello knot number seven.

There was no surprise that he arrived at the cafe before Sebastian.  Nor was the fact that he had time to order his coffee, get his order, and pick a table either.  Probably a good thing too. Might give him enough silence to truly figure out why he told the teacher he would instead of going through with just going to his room, closing the door and forgetting he was trying to do a good thing for someone.  Why put himself through that?  All Sebastian’s done since the two of them encountered one another was try to make his life miserable.

What started out as jabs Blaine ignored were becoming ones he couldn’t.  Sebastian didn’t go so far as to break the anti-bullying rules.  At least not far enough that Blaine wanted to go to someone about it.  Having the same issue at Dalton he had at Central was only going to give his father’s argument about what he was going to have to get used to living the life he did more validity. But it was very crystal clear that Sebastian didn’t like him.  Not.  One.  Bit. And it bothered him.

Blaine sat through the taller boy’s approach.  Watched his realization and subsequent distaste of figuring out that Blaine wasn’t here just to sit close by.  And then listened to the complaint.  When he was dismissed–a brow went up and Blaine took a sip of his coffee to stop himself from letting his knee jerk reaction coming out of his mouth.  Instead–when knot eight or nine was added into the mix?  Blaine clamped his mouth shut, looked away and made himself swallow then breathe deep. “Good luck passing then.  You’re going to need it.”  Without saying another word–Blaine closed his book and stood up wishing he’d had gone with his first train of thought to begin with.

number unknown.

( sms  >>  unknown )  It’s not like being an eccentric, lonely old guy who collects cats and smells funny is the WORST thing a guy can be. 
( sms  >>  unknown )  Also, don’t freak out but I think you might have the wrong number ??
( sms  >>  unknown )  If it’s any consolation, I’m sure you’re definitely date material. Whoever Trent’s trying to get you to text seems like a lucky guy. 

( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Oh no.
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Um.  Hey.  Hi.
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) I’m sorry.  Is this Eric?
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Before you answer that?   It was sweet of you to try to make me feel better about the crazy old cat guy comment. Unfortunately, Trent is probably right but I’m not going to let him get away with saying it outloud.  Anyone who thinks I might be date material after that certainly deserves a huge thanks.

sebastian.

[Text – Killer] And you want me to be the reliever of all that stress? Consider it done, Killer.
[Text – Killer] You want to fill me in on what’s going on with you, first?

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Sebastian.  I’m sorry!  Ignore that.

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I didn’t mean to send it to you.  Just having a rough past few days and got my messages mixed up.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) It’s nothing.  Well.  It’s something.  Just a “something” I need to work out.  I don’t think you need to listen to my relationship troubles, though. Thank you for the offer.

meme continuation. @inthequiver

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Blaine couldn’t believe how this happened.  That an accident right as he left the shop would end with him rushing forward to help (of course he did, that’s how he worked) and seeing it was Sebastian in the back of the cab.  Did FATE seriously have to go to that extreme?  Okay– of not fate. Maybe luck or–in Sebastian’s case–unluck?  Who knew? What mattered was that he was here and not leaving. Not until Sebastian was released from the hospital and he got to be the one to take him home.

He was determined to stay put.  Sitting in the chair watching Sebastian with a look of worry that no feigned reassurance could completely wipe off.  Crinkled brows could flatten or perk up. Only to jam back together at the slightest wince or movement. Hands were flattened out, fingers laced tight and pressed against his belly.  Would soon start to wring together no matter how hard he focused on them not to.

Singing was easy enough.  A simple way to comfort Sebastian and–in turn–ease his own nerves.  His chair inched forward as the first few notes were hummed out, actual words following when Sebastian told him to go home.  His heart squeezed hard but he shook his head, close enough as Sebastian drifted off Blaine’s fingertips rested on top of the other’s hand. Temple pressed to the edge of a hospital bed, he continued with random songs until just before dawn, golden hazel eyes began to grow heavy.  The hum returned briefly before the quiet sound of his breathing was all that was left.

meme continuation. @samevvns

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Blaine felt both intrigued why Sam thought this was a good idea and–hidden thanks to and adoringly befuddled stare meeting Sam’s–CONFUSED.  Tina or any other girl might’ve been not as bold of a statement to broadcast through the halls of McKinley.  That was certainly drawing a sort of no going back from here line in the eyes of their very gossipy peers.  And boom!  Sam hit him with that look.  The one that said Blaine was doomed if he ever thought of saying no now.  “Hey?  You know I’d do anything for you. Anything.  But–?”   

So many words of wisdom–of making sure Sam understood what he was asking him to do. They all died on the tip of his tongue as Blaine’s head bowed and the floor swung into view. Closing his eyes and letting out a puff of air–he opened them with a lift of his head and caved in. Hands met the bends of Sam’s elbows and he gave them a squeeze and light rattle.  “Yeah. Sure.  I’ll do it..,” his nose crinkled and–albeit a hesitant second beforehand–a devilish grin lit him up.  “First thing’s first though.  If you’re my fake boyfriend?  I’m the one taking us out for dinner. It’s part of the deal.  No exceptions.”

meme continuation. @lcbrat

( mssg » duran | sent ) Are you serious?
( mssg » duran | sent ) Rhetorical question.  I know you’re serious.
( mssg » duran | sent ) It’d be hard to top the penis shaped Christmas tree.  I think that might do the job.  You’re going to get yourself expelled.
( mssg » duran | sent ) I was.  Sort of?  This is worth being woken up for.  🙂