sam.

sam: lol dude i was joking!! i said lol!! i knew u werent hitting on me
sam: but yikes. okay. no grindr. good.
sam: if we went to a club, you’d be my gay wingman?

blaine: Oh! Right! Must have missed the lol part! I mean..
blaine: I wouldn’t want to risk making you uncomfortable..again. That is a trip down Memory Lane neither one of us want to repeat. Yeah?
blaine: No grindr. No way. Stay away from there.
blaine: I mean..unless you want to try it? Nothing against people who use it but.. Moving on!
blaine: I’d totally be your gay wingman. Isn’t that what best friends are for?

what if i said yes?

^{Sebastian watched him as he tried to wake up. He sighed as he checked on his clock. ‘Live in the moment, killer.’ He didn’t really give a shit what time was it. What were weekends for?? He’d fought for his right not to have a weekend schedule, and though his father still tried to fill his time with polo games and business brunches, Sebastian was having none of it. He scratched his face lightly where his scruff would start to grow soon, and stretched himself out, showing his long legs in front of him, as he turned up to the ceiling and closed his eyes. Letting Blaine wake up. ‘Still loud.’ He answered, stubbornly, though there was the hint of a smirk on the corner of his lips. He hummed. ‘Never too early for sex jokes, Blainers.’ The next words did surprise him, though. He straightened his head as he glanced at the other, and cocked an eyebrow. ‘Disappointing and yet. You’re aware you’re sounding a lot like you might just get into my sheets one day, right??’ Did Blaine actually mean he SHOULD continue his advances?? That they weren’t unwelcome even after everything?? The thought sparked up something in him. Specially as his eyes stopped for a moment over Blaine’s grinning lips. Cute fucker. He groaned as Blaine started to actually get up, knowing he ought to follow. Specially since it was his kitchen. Not that he knew much more about it than Blaine that had never seen it. ‘Can I get some EGGS with that??’ He teased lightly as he forced himself up, sighing. ‘Always.’ He agreed after all. ‘You still remember my order don’t you??’ Maybe some cognac with something greasy would be the better way to go with his hangover.}

“Living in the moment is a great idea, Seb. If I remember correctly,” Blaine took on a thoughtful pout recalling the previous evening, “You said that a few times last night when I was trying to warn you about that hang over you have no. Lesson learned? Living in the moment is great if you do it in moderation. Do you know the meaning of that word? Something tells me that’s a resounding no,” this time the grin twisted into a smirk before he scrunched his nose and gave him a playful chuckle.

“Sure,” he palmed over the back of his neck popping out the last crinks from sleeping on a couch the whole night, “Coffee and eggs. Hangover breakfast of champions. Got it.” Standing up slowly–Blaine took his moment of pause and ignoring the question to cross over and offer Sebastian a help the rest of the way out of his seat if he needed. His eyes were brightly dancing, full of amusement as he wriggled his fingers and waited to see if Sebastian would take them. “Sorry to disappoint you, by the way. As far as the your first question? What fun would it be if I, finally, answered you? Why ruin the mystery,” he teased unabashedly. Even tossed in an innocent, expectant blink like he expected Sebastian to be 100% in agreement with the reason why Blaine never quite confirming whether he’d ever find out the print of Sebastian’s sheets from first hand experience. Or not. A picture floated through his mind of what that would look like–and how he’d make that discovery–and he felt his throat close in and a splash of heat fill his stomach. The more he thought about it? The easier it was to feel his pulse picking up and a heat spreading over his cheeks. Nothing a cough and a switch of the subject couldn’t fix? Yes, he pictured that. How they would feel, smell. Especially when–. No! Cut that out! Breathing deep should bring his heart rate back to normal, yeah? No big deal! None at all! All under control! Coffee! Eggs! Breakfast wasn’t going to cook itself!

you took the words right out of my mouth.

‘That’s bullshit and you know it, killer.’ Sebastian spoke softly, despite the words, his eyes hurtful as he glanced away. ‘Because of ~~gay f~~ Kurt?’ He made a pause, as he stared at Blaine. Blaine. Who had seemed like the perfect fit, the moment Sebastian laid eyes on him. He’d never wanted to settle down before. But he knew he might. For Blaine. ‘Tell me honestly. Do you REALLY think you fit with him as well as you could, with me??’

Blaine didn’t realize he was holding his breath until his lungs started burning. He took a ragged gulp of air. Immediately–his chin tucked towards his collar after Sebastian asked the obvious. But he didn’t break eye contact even though his stomach bottoming out told him he should. Furrowed brows shot up and he slid his hands across the table leaving heat imprints where they rested. “Do you even have to ask if it’s because of him? Of course it’s because of Kurt. I’m in–,” he stopped abruptly like the words were stolen off the tip of his tongue. He raced to get them back. Blaine stuttered–a grave error considering who he was talking to–blinked rapidly and ended up letting his gaze shift down to the darkness between his waist and the table. “We can’t compare that. Kurt and I fit differently than you and I do would. That’s not fair,” he murmured, “to anyone.”

finn.

(txt >> Blaine) Why are you naked?
(txt >> Blaine) There’s a giant 7 on the sign outside…there’s a bar
(txt >> Blaine) Bar across from the 7
(txt >> Blaine) Don’t bring Kurt. Or Coffee.

( mssg » finn | sent ) Woah? I’m not naked! I’m in my pajamas! Or was? They were really comfortable, by the way? I’m dressed now though.

( mssg » finn | sent ) Got it. I know where you are. Don’t wander too far off
( mssg » finn | sent ) Okay. No Kurt or coffee. We’ll get food once I get to you. No if’s and’s or but’s.

( mssg » finn | sent ) Wow!! I’m awake! It’s /freaking/ cold out! What are you doing out here at this hour drunk?

now you’re talking my language.

“Oh good, not just me then. —I vote
We get golden stars for at least
Tryin’, and that we bail out and go
Get coffee and bagels instead.”

“Nope, not just you–Oh God I don’t think
I’m ever getting out of this position. I totally
owe myself a coffee and some blueberry cream
cheese after this. Mine just–shoving my feet
back over my head? I’m pretty sure I can’t move.
Or even if I could? I better not.”

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finn.

Text: I’m lost and drunk and horny and hungry and tired. Help me.

( mssg » finn | sent ) Um. Okay. Wow, Finn. Let me wake up and get dressed. I’ll come find you.
( mssg » finn | sent )

What exactly are you near? I think I can help you if we figure out where you are. Should I bring Kurt? Coffee? French Fries? Something to prop you up with?

❤ -sHRUGS-

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The day used to be his favorite holiday. One he looked forward to and planned every detail out down to a T. Valentine’s Day was an excuse to get as cheesy as he wanted. Down to shiny paper string hearts and sappy cards worded just right to make someone cry that wound up making you cry too. That’s what felt so good about it. Sure, sure. He had his new life. He’d moved on after building up the walls of his heart and patching over the worst of the cracks. There were still a few that weren’t filled up right. Occasionally, they’d crumble and his thoughts would travel across the city. Through miles of concrete and heartache he swore was down to a ghost arm version of itself. Then they’d land on the person who he used to spend so much of this day doing those things for. He wondered how Kurt was doing. A seed of thought that dug deep, grew roots and spurned others. Like who he might be spending it with now and–suddenly the idea of a rum and coke (or three and half) sounded a hell of a lot better than stuffed animals and chocolates in heart shaped boxes. Right as he was about to get another, a familiar face but a vaguely unfamiliar tone drew him out of the place where his thoughts wandered off to. Barry.

An hour later? A helpful arm kept him steady. He wasn’t too drunk to walk–barely drunk at all– but distractions came easy with liquor in his system and he’d already veered off twice forcing Barry to run and catch up. The third sway to the side, his finger –POINTED– insistently at a nearby park bench. Barry was stuck following him off one of Central Park’s paths they’d been walking down. Once they were seated, Blaine’s head rested against Barry’s shoulder and he sighed towards the water not too far away. “Thanks. You could have stuffed me in a cab and sent me home. I wouldn’t have blamed you. I sort of talked your ear off. You didn’t need to listen,” he gave Barry’s wrist a rattle and peeked up at his jaw. He wasn’t sure when the light laugh of him to save some face died off but it did. The scent of cologne and skin suffocated the noise as it drew him in. The tip of his nose brushed against the spot first and he’d muttered something about Barry smelling good but that meant his lips moved dangerously close. Lingering there longer than he should have, Blaine coughed lightly to clear his throat–he tried to get air that wasn’t that scent and it didn’t work–and licked his lips before he caved. One part loneliness, one part he wanted to. They grazed across Barry’s throat above the collar of his shirt and stayed there, sighing out a warm breath over the damp spot they left behind. An apology rushed out of him once the gravity of what he did caught up. “Oh–God. Sorry. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

boy! you are wasted.

Sebastian was PAST the point, he’d recognize any reactions
to himself on Blaine, but he’d have enjoyed it, if he could. As
it was, he was more concerned with keeping himself upright
and teaching Blaine about the importance of gay culture. He
made small frustrated huff, when Blaine asked him if he was
into comic books. But his sour mood got lighter when Blaine
seemed to recognize the name Brian Kinney. He smiled, the
type of smile he managed to make charming when he wasn’t
out of it, but that looked slightly too bright as he closed his eyes
and lifted eyebrows with a small shrug, looking at him again.
‘Both’share my wet dreams.’ There was a dreamy sigh. ‘You
makeme, make. Me. Need. Killer.’ Another light frustrated sound.
‘Need so much. Smell so good, Blainers.’ This time, he followed
pliantly when Blaine restarted them on their path. He wasn’t so
sure of what was happening. But once there was an open car
door on his front, he managed to process enough to stumble
inside it. Not without hammering his forehead to it, however.
‘ ‘UCK.’ He groans, before giggling. ‘Shit’s gon hurt tomorrow.’
As soon as he can reach Blaine ( or thinks he can ) he slips to
his side, trying to find a shoulder to stop his face on.

Blaine couldn’t believe he was getting schooled in anything
gay culture or worse –comic books– by a drunk Sebastian.
Considering the other topic this conversation teetered on? He
might go with it. Even pretend he had no idea who BATMAN was
if it kept Sebastian occupied. Sort of like tossing a wasted cat a
ball of yarn to keep it from clawing the furniture or nose diving off
the top of the fridge for grins. Something along those lines. Once
again, Sebastian made a face that made Blaine’s eyebrows
steeple together because of how amusingly adorkable it was and
him make a note to bring a friend along next time to witness this
because no one would believe Sebastian pulled off drunk!cute
so sweetly that it’d cause cavities. If it wasn’t sprinkled with talks
about–there it was! Wet dreams and sex. Blaine swallowed
thick past the flip-flop feeling Sebastian’s drunken confession
battered the insides of his stomach with, gave him a tight smile
and lead him to the cab. “Oh crap! Crap! Are you okay?!” He
scrambled in to check out Sebastian’s forehead even though the
idiot–and he thought the term fondly–giggled like it was no big
thing. “Yeah it is. I’m so not taking the blame for not protecting
you that time. You didn’t give me a chance to!!–.” Uhm–!
Apparently they were cab ride snuggle buddies™. Blaine’s
arm awkwardly fit itself between the cab seat and the small of
Sebastian’s back. He decided wrapping it around him would be
more comfortable and he held on to keep Sebastian still and
not bonk his head a second time for another fresh lump.

needs a blanket and some advil.

‘Don’t get you.’ Sebastian mumbled, at Blaine’s
joke, too drunk to understand, though he wasn’t
drunk enough not to appreciate Blaine’s strong
arms working to keep him up straight. At the
other’s remark, Sebastian rose eyebrows then
screwed them together. Then he laughed. All
but a giggle. ‘Think you’re drunker than me
killer.’ He snickered. For some reason, the
prospect of Blaine being drunker than him was
highly amusing. He breathed in, as they got
to the cold air outside, and gave Blaine a rather
unimpressed look. ‘I still know that, Blainers.
Certainly. Not your dick.’ He remarked at the
other’s unnecessary announcement, about that
being his neck. The next question made Sebastian
stop cold on his tracks, almost bringing them both
down as he did. ‘Whoah.’ He chuckled, before
regaining his scowl. ‘How can you NOT know ‘bout
Rage, Blainers. Are you NOT──── a man, gay man
man gay.’ Frown. Before pointing at him, ‘Of
SUBSTANCE??’ He stopped him, placing both
unsteady hands on his shoulders. ‘Rage. Killer. Rage.
Gay

─── Best hero. Rage.’ He purses his lips lightly
frustrated, before remembering something. ‘Brian.
Brian Kinney’s Rage. You should be flatter’d.’

Blaine couldn’t help but laugh at the face Sebastian pulled
when he tried to lay blame on HIM being the most drunk.
The way he exaggerated his trademark look of ‘wow, I’m
staring at an idiot’ eyebrow lift? Blaine wished he took a
picture to prove how ridiculously cute he could be when he
was too wasted to care. –No he did not just think of or use
that word in relation to Sebastian.– ~~He did.~~ It was easy to
dismiss when it was followed up by THAT. “Right. Right.
Definitely not. Oop! They were stopping! Blaine’s eyes flew
open and his, “Woah!”, echoed Seb’s. Blaine’s only more
caught off guard. His grin disappeared with a skid to catch
his footing so they both wouldn’t fall. Close but so far, neither
ended up on the ground. Oh no. Here came the ‘serious
drunk talk’ and Blaine couldn’t wait to see what was going to
come next. That comparison was the last thing he’d expect.
He stuttered out a quick, “Hang on. Comic books? When
were you into comic books,” after a Cooper-esque jab of a
finger in his direction. “Okayyy then. Uhm–,” Blaine pressed
his lips tight and hung his head in feigned shame. Even
heavily sighed at himself to top it off. “How did I not follow
you. Thanks though. I am flattered. Brian Kinney’s. Really?”
He grinned when their eyes met before he stepped out of
Seb’s grip to wrap one arm around his waist. The other
patted his chest through his nod at the cab. Fair warning
they were about to start moving. “Alright, Seb. Time to go
before you pass out on me. Because carrying you up a
bunch of stone steps isn’t something I wanna do tonight.”

this is some weird sci-fi prank gone wrong.

Barry resisted the urge to either push him away roughly,
or to flinch from the strangers touch. Not because he had
anything against someone who wasn’t straight, hell he wasn’t
straight anyway. It was because he could see how much who
ever this Sebastian was matter to the guy. There’s laughter, a
smile, and adoration, and teasing in those eyes.

No one’s actually looked at Barry like that, not this way, and it
made his heart clenched. But in the bitter sense; this look wasn’t
for him. Of course. It was belonged to who he had gotten mistaken
for. Sighing, just his luck, seriously. He leaves one city to take a
break, and he ends up with something else. Ah well– he supposed
that just makes life interesting.

At the mention of lunch, his stomach growls, and he finds himself
blushing. Yes stomach, perfect time to make yourself known.
Although Barry was aware how hungry he was– hence him being
there after all. Eyes briefly looking at the bags, and wondered just
how much was in there. For real. It did cause him to chuckle slightly.
It’s cute. This Sebastian guy was lucky. “Lunch sounds good, but
we should really clear this up.”

He fidgeted a little, feeling awkward– well, there’ll be two of them
feeling awkward very soon he’d imagine. Reaching for his wallet,
he showed the other his ID. “I’m not ‘Seb’, my name’s Barry Allen,
well, technically it’s Bartholomew, but I go by Barry instead,” he
said. Licking his lips, with an apologetic, if not a bit, sheepish
smile on his lips. “Um— sorry?”

Blaine’s gentle lead towards the counter slowed to a stop as he
noticed the awkwardness on Barry’s face. Was there something
wrong? A fog of confusion clouded his vision, dimming some of
the spark in his eyes and filling his face with a bewildered, careful
expression. He replayed the past twenty four hours in his head
trying to pinpoint where anything he did might’ve upset his
boyfriend and came up empty handed.

He was on the verge of asking if there was a problem when Barry
fished out his wallet. Hazel eyes squinted and he stared at it as he
introduced himself as Bartholomew-preferred-to-be-known-as-Barry
right in time with Blaine reading his name. “Wait what? N-No way.
That’s not–,” he covered Barry’s hand with his palm holding the ID
eye level as he leaned in and read it closer like the lack of distance
was needed for him to let the name printed sink into his brain.

Without lifting his head, he flicked a glance up at Barry. His mouth
dropped open, shut, repeated a few times with a splash of raised
eyebrows and a handful of choked tries that might’ve been words
if he was able to say anything intelligent. “Barry–.” Another close
look and he could see differences. Barry looked a bit older around
the eyes. Sebastian would never wear those clothes. Barry was
looking at him with an expression he rarely saw from Seb.

SEBASTIAN! Here comes awkward! “Oh I–I’m so sorry for–,”
being a brain surgeon wasn’t necessary to figure out he entered
apology mode for making with the kissing. “I thought–Wow! I’m
sooo sorry,” he squeezed the back of his neck. “I thought you
were–you two just–I don’t know how that’s possible–Are you sure
you don’t have a brother? Our mouths,” he gestured with a lift of
his fingers from his lips towards Barry’s, “That was a huge mistake.
I can explain?”

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Send ❤ for a non-specific kiss… (rolled dice to get result via list) 6. ☆ – for a kiss on the neck @ofscarllet

Send ❤ for a non-specific kiss…
(rolled dice to get result via list) 6. ☆ – for a kiss on the neck @ofscarllet