( mssg » kassandra | sent ) You know? I might’ve cheated and I’m already here. How awful would that be? ( mssg » kassandra | sent ) PS. I think one of us would come out way better off than the other in that situation. Do you really want to put those stakes into play? Your choice. If you think it is a wise one. Ha!
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Can we meet somewhere and talk? Listen. I’m sorry. I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now. I know you do, too. But I don’t like leaving off where we did today at glee club. I know how upset you were. I never wanted to be the reason for you to be hurt that bad.
( mssg » quinn | sent ) I’m not sure what that was but I’m so not ignoring it. ( mssg » quinn | sent ) I might even keep it for bribing purposes. Kidding! ( mssg » quinn | sent ) Hello, Quinn. How are you? Besides losing the iPhone game against that wretched device??
( mssg » quinn | sent ) Ijust thinkg you should knwo that you are one of the firneds I am the most proud of. Quinn you are the real deall. ( mssg » quinn | sent ) Beautiful,, smart and determiend to get what you want. YToure so strong. I wish i Was as strong as you are. I want to let you knwo that Iw’ll always be rooting for you no matter waht.
[text: B. ♥] You should regret it, yes. [text: B. ♥] Come home, I’ll make you something to eat.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) that’s NWot very nice to say, rAch 😦 ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Ooo! Food!! Foodw oueld be a great idewa” ( mssg » rachel | sent ) so woudl stopping tpying.
” Someone at the bar keeps lookin’ at us dancing. ” It was an innocent comment whispered to his sister as they danced around together. Mason was maybe a drink or two in– confident enough to get his flirt on with the cutie pie who kept staring at him. Madison nodded to him and Mason just grinned and moved over to the stranger to clear his throat.
“ I see you staring at me. I see where you want to be, ” Mason said, moving to grab the other’s hand– or at least offer it to the guy at the bar. Oh god, I’m touching hands with someone seriously beautiful.
Mason’s liquid courage must’ve been in the water about two scotch and ices ago. Blaine watching him from his spot at the bar would never have lasted as long as it did if he wasn’t feeling the warmth of alcohol in his belly and flowing through his veins to make him less self-conscious that he might be caught staring. He was gorgeous but Blaine couldn’t tell if he was taken. Or out with a friend? Sister maybe? They sort of resembled one another. There was hope in the fact he wasn’t being some kind of creeper slash hopeful homewrecker when the guy started towards him.
Blaine felt his face heat up. This could go two ways. With him being told to ‘stop staring’ or–. A hand slid into his and what he heard was the most quizzical thing ever. Curiosity twinkled to life in hazel eyes–his smile was tugged more towards one corner as he slowly stood up from his chair. “I–Yeah. I was. So much for lying that away and trying to seem less stalkerish. But–where do you think I want to be? I’m curious..”
Isaac scrunched up his nose at the poking and let out a soft laugh. “You’re absolutely adorable, Blaine Anderson.” He mused and poked Blaine’s nose again, just for shits and giggles. Gently, he took the other boy’s hand in his, pulled those knuckles up to meet his lips. “Honestly, the most adorable person I have ever met,” He hummed out.
The nose scrunch was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen. Isaac’s expression sent a wave of butterflies right to Blaine’s stomach. “Thank you. You’re pretty adorable yourself. Especially with the,” he mimicked Isaac’s nose scrunch and laughed. The sound quieted down when his hand was taken–a fascinated smile lingered. The butterflies were in for a Tilt-A-Whirl ride when his knuckles were kissed. His thumb grazed along the side of Isaac’s hand before reaching out to gingerly touch his chin. “Ah. Have you met you? Because you set a pretty high bar in adorable.. Not sure I can pass that.”
Connor’s grin remained on his lips – not that he was able to stop smiling towards the sight of the famous Blaine Anderson before him. He had heard so much about him. That he could sing like a dream, that he had moves that made everyone – men & women alike – fawn all over him. Quite the legion of fans he had. And Connor was a curious individual that needed to evaluate things with his own eyes rather than taking someone else’s opinion about the said person. His taste was far greater than anyone else around that boarding school – proof of that was how hideous those uniforms were, and he simply had to check for himself who this Blaine guy was. It would seem that the reports about him being talented weren’t just comments coming from perpetually horny teenagers.
Blaine was actually quite attractive. Big brown eyes, dark hair that matched his own… flustered pink cheeks and a smile to die for. And that ass? That ass was probably the material that legends were made of. Perfect and perky and Connor couldn’t help but to wonder how tight it would be. But then again, he thought about sex almost all day. It was hard not to when there was so many cute guys around for him to snatch and makeout with. The only problem he could see with Blaine was… his height. He was cute and adorable and he freaking resembled a damn pug with those big, pleading brown eyes.
How cute was that?
Connor cut the distance between them with a couple of steps and shamelessly – he had no idea what the word shame meant – took Blaine’s measures with his eyes in a way that almost revealed that he was undressing him in his mind. Maybe he had to give the rumours some credit. “I don’t know. Can you help me? I have a hard problem and I might require someone’s assistance to take care of it. I mean – if you think you possess the necessary skills to aid me, R2D2.”
“Sure. No forgiveness required but sure.”
Curiousness was quickly turning into something else the longer Blaine watched Connor’s expression and never–not even for a second–saw that grin falter. Self-consciousness began to creep in instead. Not to an apprehensive level by any means. Dalton was a safe place. But he couldn’t stop himself from wondering why he was beginning to feel like Connor had him under a magnifying glass and depending on what he discovered about him–or thought he did? The glass would either be lowered so Connor could see more. Or turned at the precise angle to catch enough sunlight and burn him to a crisp.
Touching the tips of his fingers to the polished black lip of the piano’s edge–Blaine stood his ground in spite of the growing sense of whatever this feeling growing inside of him was. Confusion? More than that. Fear? No–not really. But his heart was beating faster as he watched Connor come closer. His stomach felt like it shifted up several inches before plummeting down to the soles of his shoes and bounced back up.
Who was this guy? And what did he want?
Connor answered his question with a question. How lucky was he?
That’s when he realized what it was. No one ever looked at him the way he was being looked at right now. And he had no clue how to react to it other than stand his ground and not break eye contact. His jaw tightened and his head tilted–gaze darting back and forth questioningly over Connor’s. The piano’s reflection dulled under the heat coming from Blaine’s palm. Thank God, the other couldn’t see it. Still, no budge whatsoever from the Warbler. “I don’t know. I guess it would depend on what problem it is? If you’re willing to answer that question for real this time. You can call me Blaine by the way. And you are?”
sam: dude, i might not be some gay expert but if the people in your fanfic are legit narrating every thrust to whoever they’re with, you’re reading bad fanfic. c’mon. the dirty talk’s meant to be hot. smh. i know u can find better smut than that. sam: and i’m not at ‘i regret asking’ yet. i am feelin a little awkward now tho lol. wasn’t expecting a whole ramble on bad fic. sam: but bad writing aside, it is nice?
blaine: I find perfectly fine smut! Thanks! It just takes trudging through some bad ones to get there on occasion. Back to my point!
blaine: Okay. Sorry. You used fanfiction as your comparison and I had to make sure to get my point across. Sorry. I sort of overdid it and made you feel awkward. blaine: Yeah, Sam. I guess it depends on the person you’re having sex with..as it does any time you have sex..but it’s actually really nice. Obviously, I might be a little biased and I don’t have anything to compare it to but I could answer any questions you might have about it. blaine: Sam? Why are you curious?
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