romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
lyric starters: bruno mars
“You know that the feeling is one hundred percent mutual, right?” Blaine leaned in close enough that their shoulders rested against one another. He lived for nights like this. When the loft was quiet and they could sit out on the firescape and talk. Just the two of them. About where their lives were going, what they wanted to be. Without all the chaos of four people living together and the front Santana still slipped into when they were all in one room. Seeing the real her who let random promises like that slip out? There was nothing he’d trade the opportunity for.
romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
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( mssg » hunter | sent ) What is happening at that school is an utter disgrace to the Warblers and everything they stand for. If you’re their leader like you say you are? It’s your responsibility to build them up. To build Dalton up. Not to turn it into a complete travesty.
( mssg » hunter | sent ) And that is exactly what is happening. Under your watch. Why would I want to be a part of that? Especially after I’ve said no once before?
Barely one sip from his coffee and Blaine was forced to watch helplessly as his cup went flying through the air and collided against the sidewalk. No amount of fumbling to catch up to in with the stupid hope that he could Neo it out of the air like some Matrix superhero was going to save him from the inevitable. The lid went flying up, coffee defied any logic of gravity and was now soaking the bottom legs of his navy blue dress pants and the bare ankles sticking out above the lips of his very grossly soaked brown leather loafers.
And the guy who knocked it out of his hand via slamming against his elbow was looking at HIM like HE was the devil!
“Sorry..,” Blaine’s apology was as low and fake as the conviction he tried to pack behind the word yet failed to. He didn’t take his gaze off the spilled contents of his cup to deliver it either.. His day barely started and this is how it was going to go. He was half-tempted to go back home and try to start over. Or at least change his pants and shoes?? Until he heard a voice that sounded familiar coming up beside him. Easy come, easy go.
Michael..?
A ray of sunshine broke through his flustered, scrunched together expression. The sight of the man he’d met just days ago brightened his eyes, smoothed out his forehead and his smile was back with a vengeance. “Oh..hey..hi. I..,” he motioned to the mess on the ground and pouted right before a laugh turned it cheerful. “I hope your day is going better than mine..?”
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Tumblr (y / n): Blaine uses tumblr mostly for following some of his favorite musicians or musicals as well as indulging himself on some fanfiction now and then.
Plus, those showchoir blogs, too!!
Instagram (y / n): Instagram is one of his favorite social media sites. He loves keeping up with friends posts and indulges himself in posting snippets of projects he’s working on. Especially later on in life when more of his friends are busy and/or scattered throughout the states and when he’s becoming more known on Broadway and in the music industry. It’s a great means of keeping in touch with the people who want to know what you’re up to.
Facebook (y / n): Blaine isn’t too into facebook. It’s his least used social media outlet. Mainly uses it to post generic things or say hi to people he’s not overly close to. He’d rather just text or call someone rather than use messenger.
Twitter (y / n): Twitter is another way Blaine keeps up to date with his favorite artists, etc. Doesn’t really use it for his own personal stuff until later on down the road and then it’s mostly tied in with his Instagram posts.
Pinterest (y / n): Doesn’t use it often but has been known to indulge himself on getting ideas for organizing, etc. Now, Dad!Blaine? Pinterest junkie! He’s craft dad extraordinaire to a ‘please hold him back’ level. Think Puppet Master Blaine only with a little kid to entertain. Scary stuff. 😛
Youtube or Twitch (y / n): Blaine uses twitch for game mods but doesn’t really use it for anything else. Youtube? Now and then. Mostly for mindless entertainment purposes.
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Snapchat || MySpace || Reddit || 4Chan || Discord || Skype || Uses Dark Web
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“I didn’t think this would ever happen. I know that you… They’re expecting us..” Their mouths were so close and Blaine wasn’t sure when he leaned in this near but he had. He could blame the dark. Because there was no way he could judge the distance when he lifted his chin up to draw close enough that no one could hear them talk unless they had their ear pressed to the door. However, when he came to a stop? Blaine knew he was off his mark and their mouths were close enough that he could feel the dampness of Sebastian’s exhales on the wet of his own lips every time each warm puff danced across them. Pulling back would only prove Sebastian’s wrong opinions of him. That he was weak. Timid. Too afraid to be himself and only who and what everyone else expected him to be. Stepford-like. Remember?
So? He stayed put. Ignored how tight his stomach was getting. Ignored how gravity felt like it was pulling him in closer..closer..closer. “We…,” he wasn’t sure if he imagined the barest graze of his lips ghosting over the taller boy’s or if it happened. It was feather-light and barely there. Too much of an impossibility for Blaine to compute he might’ve let it happen until he caught himself with a hitch of breath and sharply tucked his chin down and…abruptly stopped. Against…something warm and velvet and thrumming with a pulse that wasn’t his..couldn’t be his. Because it was Sebastian’s.
The taste of Sebastian’s neck was much different than he thought it would be expected. Expected meaning the time it took them to finish their initial knee-jerk reaction to fate the dare ending up with their names (of all the names, why Sebastian’s?) being the ones David couldn’t hide the amusement dancing in his eyes as he announced them to the room. Not that he EVER thought about what it might taste like any other time. Because he didn’t. Wouldn’t. No way. What sort of idiot thinks those sorts of thoughts about someone who hates him as much as Sebastian does? (Blaine..Blaine’s that kind of idiot..but denial is a powerful coping mechanism). All the eyes in the room (most familiar and some not..) were glued to Blaine who was beet red so far down his collar that it disappeared underneath the crisp press of his shirt. Or to Sebastian. Who Blaine was sure was blaming him for their situation. Not that he had ANYTHING to do with it. But Sebastian probably wouldn’t see it that way. The door closed with a horror movie squeak slowness polished off by a deafening slide of a metal latch into it’s loop. Did he lock it? Or did Sebastian? Regardless, they were alone.. This was going to be the longest seven minutes of his life..
And that is how they ended up like…this. Blaine’s hand unsteadily rising up to blindly ball a fistful of Sebastian’s blazer right near his shoulder into his palm. His mouth opened..more skin..right there..to..graze the tip of his tongue over before pulling away far enough to whisper. “There… Now..now we don’t have to lie..or…,” his gaze flicked to the dim shimmer his mouth left on pale skin, “…Probably doesn’t count but.. Whatever. Sorry.”
Blaine was quickly learning that the New Directions were almost on par with the Warblers dare games by the second time he agreed to go to one of their impromptu Friday night parents-are-out-of-town parties. Almost being that they weren’t doing things that..you know..were Warblers only sort of party games he was bound to being silent on the details of. (Read plenty of wealthy kids with too much time on their hands and tradition handed down from generations of the same and let your imagination run wild.)
Tonight, they were gathered in the living room of Noah Puckerman’s house. The entire lot of them were an hour into the night (most of them were avoiding alcohol thanks to the aftermath from Rachel Berry’s party and the assembly-from-an-after-school-special style lesson) when Puck decided a round of 7 Minutes In Heaven. None of them expected Blaine and Santana to be pulled from the empty beer box. Especially Kurt who looked murderous (though in Blaine’s eyes..he figured he was annoyed at the choice of entertainment..not for any other reason) before tossing him a nonchalant, as possible, grimace of a grin when he and Santana disappeared behind the door of the coat closet.
When the room outside went silent, Blaine finally acknowledged the awkward silence that filled the room after Santana’s reaction of their voluntary predicament. Drawing in a breath, he grinned at the lightbulb moment that brightened his features though it was too dark to see. “I think..we should give them something to wonder about.. I mean..why not,” she couldn’t see his smile but she could definitely hear it in his whisper, “How good are your acting skills? Because..I have an idea.”
What were they thinking? A bunch of people their age playing drunk teenager basement games? Except they were well past teenagers and sitting in Sam Evans’ Lima, Ohio living room. Drunk. They were THAT. Some more than others. Blaine was two and a half sheets to the wind. Three drinks in for the night. A build up from the regular two it took to get him in the state he was in. Or maybe Sam was going lighter handed knowing his best friend was..for lack of a better explanation a feather weight. Happily buzzed, not completely drunk. But one more shot and he might be crossing that line. His laughter was light, carefree and content. Bright, sparkling eyes stayed pinched at their corners because he couldn’t erase the cheeky grin that followed each chuckle. Until the first names pulled out of the bowl were..
“Blaaaaaaaaaine and…,” he could hear Sam’s voice question himself (or maybe the universe) as he read the second name, “Dave?” Well. They were years past what happened in high school. Dave had become a friend to many of them and Blaine was an acquaintance that was friendly enough with facebook chatter and brief check-ins or congratulations. Dave even sent him a message to see how he was when Blaine’s status went from Engaged!!!!! to Single.
Still? He didn’t plan on shutting the door behind them with the heel of his boatshoe and looking up into the face of an equally awkwardly smiling Dave Karofsky. The walk there, he could see Dave wondering what the hell was going to happen. Blaine just took his hand and squeezed it before he let go and the space around them went dark. Blaine was close enough that his shoulder brushed against Dave’s arm as he whispered softly, “What a way to reconnect off the internet. Two hours in, we’re both buzzed and..back in the closet.” Horrible joke or a good one to break the tension? No idea but he was smiling, his brows lifted and he shrugged a hapless, ‘sorry that’s the best I could do’ shrug.
texting meme
( mssg » barry | sent ) so You konw that great id ea I had about joining the guys in the attid?
( mssg » barry | sent ) Turns out it wsnt a great idea
( mssg » barry | sent ) IT was a fantastic one!!!!!!
( mssg » barry | sent ) where are you? not here and thats’ the wrong place to eb!
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