“It would be a shame to let all these worn out bowties
go to waste.. I’m sure we have can found find something
better to do with them?”
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
“Wait–. I thought that’s just something everyone did during sex..
Is that really a kink? Looks like I have another one to add to the
list. Which–you know–I would if I had a list..which I don’t but..
Hey..How’s life? Long time, no see.”
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
@blainecrissindies said: “who the hell did this to you?” (Burt!)
Blaine head was spinning after waking up in this how does this happen in real life predicament. Who thought anyone could top off an actual living, breathing bearcub in his and Dave’s bedroom? Nothing could put a cherry on that cake. Or so you’d think. The metal around his wrist was given another frustrated yank. Headlights?! He pushed himself back against the banister he was handcuffed to when he heard brakes screech before Burt could finish getting to the garage. Then watched helplessly as he ran up the stairs. Owlishly blinking at him–Blaine shrugged and wriggled his numb fingers. “I was walking to my car after work and heard someone running up behind me. I turned around and swear I saw Sue before I woke up here. Can you please get me loose before Kurt gets home? And who knows where she snuck that key in on him. If there even is a key. Or if he’d find it! Oh God. Tell me you don’t need a key!” Burt was a mechanic! He should be able to pull this off! “I just really want to go home..”
@unsuspectinghearts said: “who the hell did this to you?” (for finn! yay!)
He didn’t hear Finn coming into the locker room where he was hunched on the bench, forearms propped across his legs and using all his concentration to force his hands to stop shaking. A decent sized bruise ran up his neck. Upon closer inspection the blotchy colors were made up of four individual marks about as far apart as fingertips. Nothing a high collared shirt and a bowtie wouldn’t cover up. Which he planned on doing after a shower. Hearing the question–he bolted upright and tugged his jacket collar higher. “Finn,” nothing like a smile to cover how rattled he was–right? “Just a sparring match that got a out of hand,” he lied, “Nothing to worry about.”
@samevvns said:“i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
Blaine caught himself with one palm against the stage a day late and a dollar short. With a heavy bounce and a sharp yelp–he was on his knees with his eyes squeezed shut. A literal blinding flash of pain instantly shot from temple to temple feeling like it burned all the way through his brain once he landed. All he could see was a burning white and stars.
“Sam,” he didn’t particularly like the faint whimper he heard in his voice so he tried to cover it with a laugh that managed to make his head hurt worse. Probably should sit still? Not jar himself around with laughing like an idiot. ‘I got you. It’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay,’ his best friend was right beside him and Blaine dreaded opening his eyes but cracked them a sliver anyway. “It’s only a headache–. Give me a minute. I’m fine,” no he wasn’t, “I promise–.”
@ofscarllet said:
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“Long enough for the bottle of break at the worst time,” Blaine couldn’t meet Barry’s gaze anymore and settled for meticulously picking at the sofa cushion. If he wasn’t careful? He’d tear a hole in it before long with how badly he was battering the poor thing. “Months? Months, I guess. I mean–what am I supposed to do? I don’t even know what we are.” And it was true. When it came to Barry? He couldn’t tell where they were heading and most times it didn’t bother him because having Barry around in whatever capacity was enough. Until lately. Lately? He found himself holding things back. Feelings, words, himself. Because lately has now become separated into two parts. The parts of his day/night/whenever that had Barry in it and the parts that didn’t.
Those parts were always darker. Because he missed him.
“I mean–what am I supposed to say? Hey. I have no idea what is going on with us but I’m in love with you and even if you can’t love me back? That’s okay because I need you to know how I feel before I lose my—-oh God,” catching up to what he just said Blaine blinked and stared wide eyed up into the colors of green that were now all the shades he loved most. “Sorry–I–um. Sorry.” What did he just admit to? Most importantly? How long was it going to be before he was told what he already knew? That he just made a big mistake.
@notacrabbastian said: “ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
Why did he come here? Going home would’ve been smarter. Drive directly from the airport, to his house, lock himself away and let all of this out. That was the plan anyway. He was halfway there when he passed Sebastian’s house and through blurry eyes saw that his bedroom light was on. How far out of it do you have to be when you could half swear that the car decided to turn down his driveway on it’s own and you don’t realize that you’re knocking on someone’s door until they have you by the shoulders and are dragging you into the house? ‘I got you. It’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay,’ Sebastian’s voice came in an echo and Blaine only shook his head following without a fight to wherever he was lead.
Deflating onto the edge of the sofa–or was it a bed?–in a heap of limbs that didn’t want to work anymore–Blaine tried to turtle himself behind his arms and hands until he felt a gentle touch guiding one wrist down and a slender arm wrapping around his shoulders. As if that touch was the last thing to break him–the tears he held in became unstoppable. He was partially wrapped around Sebastian with his forehead touching a pale collarbone peeking out from the neck of Sebastian’s shirt by the time he could manage to mutter, “I told him–and it’s over. It’s done–. Sebastian? What did I do to him?”
@ofscarllet said: “it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Why did he agree to company with the mood he was in? Blaine used to consider himself as someone who was the living embodiment of wears his heart on his sleeve and he still is. Mostly. He can’t see himself not being that when it comes to matters of what his friends were going through. Or what he feels for them. His passions are even there for all the world to see. But? Everyone has their own issues. Everyone’s dealing with life and doing their best to keep their head above water lately. And if he was the one who could barely tread well enough to keep from sinking? No one needed his problems. It was hard to pinpoint a time where he started to be like this. Again. Broadcast one thing while feeling like the other. That lapse of holding things in might’ve been his downfall today. One concerned look from Barry and he was shaking. One touch and there were tears in his eyes. Tossing his hands up defensively to hide behind–Blaine tucked his chin down into his collar and blurted without pausing for air, “I’m sorry. Maybe you should go. It’s only a bad day. It’ll pass. I just need to get my head on right.”
@samevvns said: “i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“Because everyone makes mistakes, Sam.” Blaine leaned in against his elbows and studied the blonde closely. The way Sam was tearing himself up wasn’t fair. Not over something so small in the grand scheme of things. If they were counting mistakes as a means of judging who you are as a person? Blaine would consider himself bottom-of-the-barrel. And it was Sam who was doing his best to build him up. Now it was Blaine’s turn to return the favor. “You’re such a good person. One of the best. We’re not leaving this room until I am sure you believe it.”
♒ = lying to them.
“Or you could tell me what’s really going on with you because I’m not buying into anything you just said,” Blaine pressed his tongue against the inside corner of his lips watching her closely. “It’s up to you, though. I know you’re only going to talk on your own terms but–I really wish you’d let me in enough that you didn’t feel you have to lie to me.”
♬ = singing to them.
“See? I knew you couldn’t resist giving into all that annoying singing that’s been happening since we all came back for our mini-reunion. To what do I owe the honor of the ever elusive Santana serenade? By the way? I hope you plan on a duet next. Because now we have to sing together. Before you tell me to shut up? I’m not taking no for an answer.”
☹ = insulting a loved one. answered here. x
❃ = dancing with them. on the way in another post like the above!
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