( mssg » kurt | sent ) Technically, I said that when we were in a very dark room and all that we had were candles lit. So..I wasn’t /really/ lying because I could barely see them. Look at it this way! You got a new scarf?! That’s a plus?!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Um–Kurt? I think I might’ve sprained an ankle from running to the bedroom so fast. I’d like to request a warning label to go with a text message like that. Kidding. Uh, so, yeah..alone now. What was it that you were going to send?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) kurt? sweetie? agreeing tfo go rout wtih santanha has put me in a bit fo a pickle. i currently can’ht find mfy wallet and i’m pretty sure i exchanged shoes with a hippy in greenwich village because i don’t own birkenstock sandals. s b
“✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I have this sneaking suspicion that if we try to put my old bowties and your old scarves to better use? We could find much more fun things to do with them. Other than gather dust in the closet. If you want to find out what those ideas are? I’ll be waiting in the bedroom after you’re done with school. Thoughts? Ideas? Yes or Yes?
// Rest under a Read More, love! I’ll do your Dave ones in a Text Post!
“@” for a SCARED text. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Where are you? It’s been two hours since you should’ve been home. I’m really starting to get worried. Call me back as soon as you can? Let me know that you’re okay? This isn’t like you and I’m starting to freak out. I love you. Please pick up the next time I call?
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I miss you, Kurt. I know you’re going to say that I saw you this morning and this afternoon. But it’s not the literal sense of the word that I’m meaning here. I miss /you/. Something’s wrong. I can tell. This is starting to feel like we’re slipping back to last year and I’m terrified that it’s going to happen. Please? Talk to me this time. We can fix this but I need you to talk to me.
“✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
( mssg » kurt | deleted ) My biggest fear is losing you. I can’t. Not again. You mean so much to m. I’d do anything for you. You know that. I understand we still have problems we need to work through. But it’s two o’clock in the morning and I’m in a bed that doesn’t have you in it. This isn’t how things were supposed to go. I know I made the suggestion that I move out but I’m really regretting it. I want to come home. To you. Where I belong.
name: Blaine Devon Anderson alias(es): Squirt, Blainey, Baby Bro(ther), Pup (Coop). Bling Bling/Blainey Days (Tina). Blaine Warbler (New Directions Kids/Others). Dozens from Sue Sylvester. gender: Male age: 15-42 (verse dependent, default verse is 17-18) place of Birth: Columbus, Ohio hometown: Westerville, Ohio. Resides there or in New York City, New York spoken languages: English, enough Tagalog and Cebuano to get by romantic preference: homoromantic sexual preference: homosexual occupation: depends on verse (student, piano bar musician, teacher, or performer)
APPEARANCE
eye color: golden hazel hair color: black height: 5′6-5-8″ (depends on verse/age) scars: one scar behind left ear near hairline, faint scar on left shoulder and wrist. right temple (depending on verse) burns: none. over weight: no under weight: no
FAVOURITE
color: blue, yellow, green hair color: brown/darker hair eye color: blue song:across the universe by the beatles movie: star wars series, anything frank sinatra/rat pack, 80′s movies (goonies, ghostbusters, breakfast club, etc), transformers, avengers (a lot of comic related movies), across the universe, moulin rouge t.v. show: doesn’t watch much television but enjoys friends, batman, lighter comedies drink: beer or whiskey sour book: star wars fanfic? haha! hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy by douglas adams
HAVE YOU
passed A levels: (SATs) yes – most verses where applicable passed university: depends on verse (default verse, he’s a senior in high school) had sex: depends on verse (most of them–yes) had sex in public: depends on verse (but semi public counts? then yes in many.) gotten pregnant: that’d be hard. kissed a boy: yes (almost all verses, two exceptions) kissed a girl: yes (in most verses, rachel berry and santana lopez in two) gotten tattoos: no gotten piercings: no had a broken heart: yes been in love: yes stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes
ARE YOU
a virgin: no. (depends on verse..most no.) a cuddler: big time a kisser: super yes. scared easily: no jealous easily: yes trustworthy: yes dominant: now and then, depends on person or situation submissive: yes mostly in love: yes (verse dependent) single: no (verse dependent)
RANDOM QUESTIONS
have you harmed yourself: no thought of suicide: no attempted suicide: no wanted to kill someone: no drove a car: yes have/had a job: yes –piano bar musician, performer, teacher (verse dependent) have any fears: yes –disapproval, loneliness, failure
FAMILY
sibling(s): Cooper Anderson (brother), Pamela Anderson (mother), Ranie Anderson formerly
Amosin until great grandparents Americanized the name (father), Kurt Hummel-Anderson (husband, verse dependant), Sebastian Smythe-Anderson (verse dependant) children:
Tracy Hummel-Anderson and Hepburn Hummel-Anderson
(daughters, verse dependant)
pets: corgi he “saved” after finding it “abandoned in the subway” named Perry
Chilly air was supposed to cool him off and sober him up. That was the plan anyway. Or so the lights coming on at the bar and him needing to walk some of this off before he called a cab said. It’d been hours since he walked out of McKinley hell bent on getting obliviated and forgetting this entire day and, damn, the drinks worked but now that he was left with his thoughts? Like gravity decided to throw him a curveball by a reminder of everything he was aiming to let go? He ended up walking several blocks down..Kurt’s street.
The more he thought–the more he had left to say. Bowtie dangling loose at his neck–Blaine fought to finally untie it and even messed up his hair in how many times he kept running his fingers along his scalp as frustration built up and boiled over into anger. No. Their conversation wasn’t done. –How can you expect me to forget everything when I know you’re here. The second time since..and the first you didn’t tell me because you were doing me a “favor” I didn’t need!– Oh! That was only one of many things he had to say to his ex-fiance’.
He meant to get his attention. That’s all. Wobbling as he stood up with the small rock he grabbed from a crumbling sidewalk, Blaine stopped in front of Hudson-Hummel’s and staggered as he took aim at Kurt’s window and chucked it stumbling forward as he let it go. Problem? It wasn’t the right house. Nor was it the small rock he grabbed but a chunk of stone from the pavement. Moment of sobriety a second too late? A pitched, hiccuping scream echoed a CRASH that shattered the window and took the curtains off with it. Billowing white fell from the window and landed on the lawn Blaine stared in horror, fingers touching his upper lip at the hellish nightmare he had no chance of waking up from because..this was real life.
Maybe this won’t last very long But you feel so right And I could be wrong Maybe I’ve been hoping too hard But I’ve gone this far And it’s more than I hoped for.
“–Sorry? All of that was verysweet. I’m sure that I’d miss you that much, too. If–we knew each other? I would have interrupted you but you kept telling me to ‘please let you get this out’ and I couldn’t get a word in–I think you have the wrong number.
Blaine leaned against the cold tile of the bathroom wall not more than two feet from where Kurt–with marker in hand–was apparently too busy to notice he walked inside just as he was finishing up his ‘masterpiece’. “Excuse me? I couldn’t help noticing an artist at work. Especially when I think that’s my name written in your latest creation. Would you mind reading me the rest outloud? Sorry, I can’t make out the details from here,” he totally could but the grin on his mouth and the twinkle in his eye said that he wasn’t about to admit to it.
SEND ME ℧ FOR ME TO GENERATE A SCENARIO FOR OUR MUSES Barry and Blaine get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes. @theoreticalguardianangel
Who knew that he’d end up getting stuck riding out a hurricane alone in the middle of a music shop JUST because he was too worried about the elderly shop owner who he’d come to consider a friend being left here? When–said elderly shop owner–was nowhere in sight. He’d used the key the man entrusted him with after stopping by for a few weeks straight to help him tune a few pianos he was behind on and clean up around the store and hurried inside to check if Mister Fernando needed anything just as the rain started to pour in buckets. So much for the thought he had time to make it home. Hey! What did he know? He grew up in Ohio. Trusting the weather station was hit or miss during the winter but he figured that they’d be able to predict a more timely landfall for a hurricane! Even if it was a “little one”. What constitutes a “little hurricane” anyway?!
Groaning as he pulled back the old lace curtain covering the door to look out at the street–Blaine swallowed the lump of fear in his throat and debated making a break for it. Wait. No. Getting stuck on a shutdown subway should that happen? He’d take his chances here. The owner lived upstairs. There was food and water and it was dry. Not home but definitely not the subway! It’d work. In the middle of his mini freak-out, he paused at the sight of someone ducking under the bus stop roof. More rain, this time in truckloads. No way was that guy getting a bus or standing outside. Sighing softly at the poor man’s predicament–Blaine said prayer he wasn’t about to lock himself in here with one of the city’s weirdos and opened the door. “Hey?! Hey! Over here,” he yelled over the drumming of the rain to catch his attention, “Do you need a–just come in?!”
A little too much is a saying that can get anyone into a whole heap of trouble. A little too much fun can end up with a trip to the Emergency Room. A little too much love can end with a broken heart when you’re the one left behind. A little too much this, a little too much that and who knows what world of hurt can be thrown your way. For instance?
A little too much alcohol. Blaine was probably just the right amount of drunk. Not too much to make his judgement totally off kilter–though what he was about to do might argue the exact opposite of that statement–but just enough that he was fueled by liquid courage to the point where this seemed like a ‘good idea’. They’d fallen against the wall after tucking Sam away for. Blaine swayed happily alongside Puck with his grandiose hand gestures chatting about the Warblers and how they were just as worried that he’d share secrets as the McKinley kids seemed to be concerned with him stealing them. One swing of his arm that was a little too much to the side and BOOM! Puck was knocked into the wall. Blaine fell against him without his lack of support and–.
Laughter died out and hazel eyes stared up into dark brown with a huff of a chuckle and a twinkle of mischief. Neither one of them moved right away. Except Blaine putting one hand on the plaster and gripped Puck’s bicep with the other. Cheap beer breath wasn’t so bad when it was warm and soft on Blaine’s cheek. He could have sworn he saw the other boy look at his lips and he subconsciously licked them trying to laugh but fell a dime short. Without thinking, fingers dug into both things he gripped and a confused–lopsided grin softened. Was he the one to move? Or was it Puck? He lost the air in his lungs when their lips met. The world went on an out of control carousel ride, spinning dizzy when he pressed them together harder and he tasted liquor, beer and.. “Sorry..sorry,” tiny kisses peppered by a word on repeat against Puck’s mouth. He knew he should move away not closer. He did the second. “That was a–um–.”
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