Tag: v: warbler days

kurt.

Kurt quickly finished changing into a loose T-shirt when he noticed more movement.  Unlike Blaine – he seems to say that a lot, now that he thinks about it – he isn’t so comfortable changing in front of his roommate.  Not that Kurt cared all that much if someone saw him shirtless, he was just fine in the locker room or while working out, but in a confined space with a boy who was ok changing in front of him and giving him massages(apparently)?  Not so much.  He’d rather not know if Blaine found him attractive or not either.  At least the stumbling around was lightening the mood.  “Don’t worry.”  Kurt chuckled.  “I just need to stretch more anyway.”  He was usually pretty flexible, clearly he needed to find some time to work on that again and get foam roller or something to help work on tight muscles.  A ‘next time’ would probably end just as badly, though Kurt expected he would be making a fool of himself like he nearly did tonight.  “Get some sleep, Blaine.”  He added as he sat on his own bed gingerly.  Kurt was a little too wound up to go to sleep just yet, honestly.  For now he’d laid on top of the covers and glanced over at Blaine.

Oblivious to Kurt’s rushing to get dressed–he was too sleep dazed to notice this time–Blaine pulled back the covers and plopped down onto the bed in a flounce of limbs that stretched out hurriedly seeking the cold spots on the bed that made him shiver the best.  He couldn’t be the only one on the planet that loved that sensation, could he?  Just nuzzling into warm blankets and putting yourself through some weird torture of shuddering chills up your spine when your ankle or calf landed on sub-zero cotton?  It felt good.  Perfect, actually. One of the best feelings ever.  After wriggling so far down into the comforter and sheets until there was nothing but a head of hair that was now much looser mess than his normally lightly tamed curls, a happily twinkling gaze veiled by long lashes and half a nose peeking out at Kurt–his smile could only be noticed by the pinching together of the edges of his eyes.  Even if he was tired, the shock of cool to his skin was enough to momentarily wake him up.  “Are you going to get some sleep, too,” he asked as his gaze narrowed thoughtfully.  “You’re not going to be up all night alone if I pass out–are you?  It’s late and you need to sleep just as much as I do.”

kurt.

Kurt felt like the lesser of two idiots when Blaine’s breath hit the back of his neck. His own caught in his throat with a soft noise, his eyes fluttering briefly, but at least he wasn’t the one who thought it was a good idea when there was already blush on his ears.
And then Blaine’s hands moved and Kurt froze. The confliction was gone and he was just stuck. “Blaine..?” He asked quietly. And then he noted how limb Blaine was against him and everything felt ridiculous. This was just embarrassing. Kurt sighed and started to slither himself out of his friend’s hold.

He finally got contact – physical contact that made him blush, and was actually helpful given how knotted up he is and was – and it ended with his crush falling asleep on his back. Kurt made sure Blaine leaned back instead of falling on his face without Kurt propping him up anymore, and with that he decided to start getting ready for bed himself.

Blaine’s head did one too many backwards bobs and the last that had the back of it bouncing off the bed startled him awake.  The sudden movement caused a deep breath to be muffled against the back of his hand as he palmed his mouth to make sure he wasn’t drooling for crying out loud.  No sign of drool in sight. Good!  Otherwise he’d be even more embarrassed than he was for falling asleep while giving Kurt a backrub.  Wasn’t that supposed to go the other way? He quickly searched the room until his sleepy gaze found Kurt.  “Hey,” the groggy voice rose up from his spot the floor as he watched the other boy get himself ready for bed.  “Sorry.  I can’t believe I did that.  How embarrassing,” he groaned and waited until he could feel his legs before he pushed himself up onto his knees.

Fists balled up to rub at his eyes and he let the momentum bring him stumbling to his feet.  His yawn was covered up by dropping his head forward.  “I promise next time I won’t fall asleep against your back.”  The room was blocked from view as he pulled the Dalton hoodie he wore off and tossed it towards his desk chair.  Not awake enough to properly judge, it missed and fell to the floor.  “Next time let me fall over.  If I hit the floor?  I’ll wake up.  Serves me right for copping out on a backrub before it’s finished,” he grinned lazily and staggered towards his bed. After falling asleep sitting up? Stretching out sounded so so good.

karofsky.

“–I don’t think it was that out of the blue. I was – kinda
rude and cruel. Uh, really? You want to buy me a cup 
of coffee? Uh – okay, sure.”

“–You don’t?  Okay.  That’s kind of you to say but I still
feel like I owe you an apology for springing that on you
the way I did–in public–but thanks for giving me a chance.
Yeah.  I do.  If that’s okay?  Great!  What are you having?
I’ll go order.”

kurt.

He was mush.  Putty in Blaine’s hands.  It’s probably easier to relax knowing that it is Blaine who’s behind him.  It was nice to be so comfortable around someone.  Talking was kind of the last thing on his mind right now – he couldn’t see himself not rambling or mumbling and embarrassing himself somehow – mostly because he wasn’t sure what he should be doing in this particular situation.  He tried to hold still and quiet and not think too much but there was confliction there.  He wasn’t overthinking it exactly, but he was starting to notice every movement.  He wasn’t huge on hugging and here he was being touched and god it was nice.  He found himself holding his breath briefly, and as carefully as possibly let the air out in hopes it went unnoticed.  Kurt’s not sure what he would do or say if he was called out on anything right now.  Translating his feelings into words was difficult at times like this.. Although there weren’t times exactly like this, only some with similar difficulty levels.  Good lord if his brain could just shut off the rest of the way…

It was just Blaine though.  His friend.  His best friend.  His best friend who was joking and nudging him but also making his face a rather pink shade.

Only Kurt would be able to find such a mixture of nervous and relaxed, he’s sure.  He chuckled softly all the same.

All he got was a quiet chuckle?  Blaine went for a full on laugh from the nervously breathing boy –don’t think he didn’t notice, he did because it was his self-proclaimed job to pick up on little things like that from Kurt– in hopes that he would just relax for once and he got a barely there chuckle?  Dusted with a hint of blushing all the way to his ears that Blaine could see from his vantage point behind him?  No fair!  He was glad that he couldn’t see his half-pouting frown before he let his forehead come to rest against the back of Kurt’s head.  As observant as he was–or thought himself to be–Blaine failed to connect the dots between what that gesture might cause.  The closeness, his breath against the fine hairs lining the back of Kurt’s neck.  This was just him being him and wanting to make Kurt feel safe, secure and not have the muscles in his back give the bark of a dogwood tree a run for it’s money in the number of knots he could find if he tried hard enough.

After a few minutes, Blaine watched his right hand nudging at a particularly tough spot on the small of Kurt’s back but his eyelids were getting heavier.  So was his head.

He went quiet after a yawn just letting things settle down holding Kurt close with the other arm loosely stretched over his stomach.  A slight slant of his posture, Blaine’s temple and cheek fell to rest on Kurt’s shoulder.  Kurt’s massage slowed to a stop as Blaine’s hand fell limply into his lap.  Yep.  The tired Warbler was out like a light. Breathing in a soft, steady rhythm like he’d been the one getting a rub down.  Not the other way around. Leaving Kurt with the option to wiggle free or become an upright body pillow.

kurt.

He didn’t really know what to do with someone like Blaine. He was working on dusting his crush under the rug as he had a feeling it wouldn’t end well to make a move, but it was pretty difficult when he was treated so well. Blaine knew more about him and what he’s been through than anyone else so far and it felt great to have let someone in. The details were only mentioned a few times, and he tried to talk about it even less than he thought about it now(which is to say, very very little). It’s been long enough away from it all that he wasn’t so.. Paranoid. He even showered in the locker room with everyone else. But there were little things that still stuck with him, like his personal space and naturally tense posture.
The thought that he could swoon when a boy shows him consideration like this feels kind of pathetic, but makes sense considering his last crush was on Finn and stemmed from the fact he was one of the only ones who didn’t looked at Kurt like he did belong in those dumpsters(Ouch.)

An actual shiver ran down his spine and as soon as he realized, he felt a blush on his cheeks and simply nodded, doing as asked. People really shouldn’t go around touching the necks of people who like them. Or suddenly whispering.  This was all around a bad idea.

Blaine felt a smell sense of triumph when Kurt trusted him enough to inch forward without asking why.  It was such a small gesture that most people wouldn’t even think twice about but coming from Kurt?  The boy who Blaine wanted to prove to him that there were people there who truly cared for and accepted him for him–even a person but there were more here–trusted him now and it’d been something Blaine wanted more than anything from the day they met.  Kurt was special to him.  Important in ways that confused Blaine because how deep they ran.  Kurt brightened his day by just being there.  All Blaine ever hoped was he’d be able to do the same for him.

He’d missed the blush except the part where it colored Kurt’s ears.  Which it always did when Kurt really lit up.  He paused, wondering if he was okay but remembered their current position and didn’t ask because he wasn’t going to be annoying by constantly asking when someone really was okay.  Kurt would show or tell him if he wasn’t anyway.  His fingertips found their mark again instead. The elegant curves along Kurt’s neck.  Blaine’s thumbs pressed in tighter than the rest before they made their way down to his shoulders and between.  “Better,” he asked lowly letting one thumb graze the hollow dip of skin along Kurt’s clavicle past the collar of his shirt. Both touches disappeared and reappeared on Kurt’s shoulder blades, fingertips pressing along his spine looking for the places that needed the most attention.  “See?  Totally know what I’m doing.  Or maybe I’m just really good at making it up,” he chuckled and bumped the insides of his legs against the outsides of Kurt’s trying to make him laugh too.

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SEND ME A ♬ AND A NUMBER BETWEEN 1-10 AND I’LL PUT MY ITUNES ON SHUFFLE AND SKIP TO THAT NUMBER AND WRITE A STARTER WITH MY FAVORITE LYRIC FROM THAT SONG.
song: chandelier by sia @seafoamxashes

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Cries from the audience behind the curtain were so loud that the heavy fabric barely managed to muffle them.  The pale faces of several crowded together show choir groups stared at the last ensemble of performers as they ran off the stage with their ‘we have this in the bag’ smirks. One group stood apart from that.  In their dark gray pants and blue blazers with crimson piping, the Warblers looked from one to another and each of them had a knowing grin of confidence. Laughter followed when Blaine rolled his eyes and made a goofily puckered pout at their backs then huffed them off with a dismissive wave and a, “They have nothing on us.”  Except for Trent kept nervously wringing his fingers.  Noticing how bad he was fidgeting, Blaine laced one set of his and the other boy’s together and pulled him in closely to his side.

As the kids before them prepared to go on, he heard a girl whisper how she didn’t get that they could look so calm after seeing THAT.  Blaine frowned and pulled Trent along on his approach. Bending in as the announcer called out the name of the stranger’s team, he cupped his hand and whispered into her ear.  “That’s because every time I go out there I tell myself I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist.  You should too.  Have fun with it,” a brilliant smiling pause between, “Good luck!”  

kurt.

Out of everyone, Blaine seemed to be the most concerned with what did or didn’t bother Kurt.  Probably because he knew about Kurt’s need for space and about the bullying, whereas the guys at McKinley weren’t really close to him in the first place and the ones at Dalton didn’t know about exactly why he transferred.  Still, it meant a lot that Blaine respected his boundaries like he did.  

Kurt smiled a little and chuckled softly.  Quite frankly, he didn’t give a rat’s ass what landed him a shoulder rub but he did realize he should probably verbalize an answer before he falls asleep like this.  “Not worried.  I just haven’t worked anything out in a while.”  It hurt a little, as knots do when being messed with, but Kurt was not about to complain.  He wasn’t going to focus on the last few questions on the page either, but he could finish that later. 

Blaine always handled Kurt with a carefully measured amount of practiced gentility.  From the tones he used in their conversations to the way he carried himself around him.  This wasn’t any different.  One slight tensing up of Kurt’s muscles and he’d have stepped back and let him go with an apology and a promise to never cross that line again.  All of it due to the fact that he knew Kurt’s story and what was worse?  He lived it to an extent that he briefly mentioned but never fully explained to the other boy because Kurt was always his focus. Anything he could do to keep those tears he saw each time they threatened to fall at bay. Whether it was what him speaking about what he went through when they first met?  Or coming to Dalton only to reveal more stories about McKinley during their late night talks.  A coil of rage and desperate want to make Kurt better always settled in his stomach until he fixed things and they were both laughing and happy again.  Because that was when Kurt was his most—beautiful.  Welp!

Time for a deep breath, a quick dismissal of that thought and to carry on like it never happened. Blaine was bound to treat him tenderly the more he got to know him and become that person who he wished he had before Dalton and the Warblers.  Of course. Because he was perfectly fine now.  Not thinking about the past at all.  Or how he wished he was there to ward off anything that could hurt someone so sweet and kind as Kurt.  Definitely not. Instead, his fingers danced down the length of Kurt’s throat to his shoulders.  Bending down, he softly whispered. “Scoot forward.  Got an idea.  I need some room if you don’t mind, Mister Hummel?”

“You know my coffee order?”

glee; starter sentences
“You know my coffee order?” @goldenmetaphors

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“Do you doubt my coffee ordering expertise, Miss Berry?  I’ll have you know it’s one of my best abilities.  Besides picking the perfect person to have a Saturday outing with.”  Blaine grinned from ear to ear as he waited for Rachel to take a seat then took his own. “Wait!  Before you ask?  Sort-of–again.  No, I’m not here on a super secret Warbler spy mission.  I promised I’d leave sending decoys into opposing teams to the New Directions,” he jokingly teased quite enjoying himself.  Not that the Warblers didn’t have their own means of scoping out the competition but he wasn’t required to reveal any of their techniques.  Or to give up the fact that they even had them!  “This is just coffee. To catch up and get to know one another better.” Other than a drunken singing/kissing session at her party they were doing pretty good not bringing up ever since it happened.  “How’s the coffee?  Did I get it right?”

i’ve got you.
meme reply continuation. @angelfacedhummel

He was tense, but when wasn’t he?  Obviously it wasn’t the kind of tense he used to be but he never worked those knots out anyway.  It didn’t help that it was surprisingly easy to stay up late at Dalton either.  Reading, studying, or having a social life in a boarding school were all very valid reasons to get fewer hours or at least be propped up instead of laying down.

Kurt missed getting to sleep on time.  He also missed the looser freedom of movement after a good stretch, but he hasn’t had a chance to work the kinks out of his body in a long while. Obviously it was noticeable now as while he was sat on the floor besides Blaine’s bed, his back against the piece of furniture, the remainder of his homework on his lap, and his self placed between his friend’s legs hanging off of the mattress while he looked over Kurt’s shoulder.  Touch was a bit of a strange thing with Kurt, not truly comfortable with someone in his space unless he trusts them, but Blaine was his best friend by now so he didn’t think anything when said friend’s hands rested on his shoulders.

It was however strange when Blaine started to rub his shoulders, and he could have sworn he was actually starting to give Kurt a massage.  He was going to ask, but it felt good and he wound up sighing contently and letting his eyes close instead.

Late nights were common to the Blaine. Between sneaking off to hang out with his classmates, scoping out competition or any other random reason?  Staying up until the early morning hours and getting a kick in the pants via a strong coffee if necessary the next day wasn’t new. Now he had another reason to have a messy sleeping schedule.  Spending time with Kurt was quickly becoming his favorite pass time and he deeply enjoyed every second they spent together.

Blaine sat with his hands tucked under his thighs, feet ticking up and down subtly from where they hung on either side of Kurt as he peered down at the homework strewn across his lap. They were supposed to finish hours ago.  Constant breaks to talk or joke around got Kurt behind.  To move things along, Blaine forced himself to be quiet and let him work. Only quipping up to offer some insight if asked.  When he noticed how focused Kurt was he inched forward and let his hands come to rest on Kurt’s shoulders to see if he needed help.  His palms filled with a warmth that brought a smile that curved into a mild frowning blink when he felt the tension in Kurt’s muscles.  Did he put that there?  Should he take his hands away?

He knew from their conversations Kurt had a massive personal bubble and he didn’t want to risk being that person who didn’t respect his boundaries. He squeezed them gently, feeling his stomach flutter.  –From nerves–.  A sigh stopped him from pulling away. Blaine held his breath and paused not moving until Kurt seemed to be okay. Once he was sure, he inched forward til tips of his bare toes touched the floor and began tracing small circles against the knots he found with his thumbs. “Pretty sure there’s a Boy Scout guide missing a knot shape or two that your shoulders invented. Wow. What’s got you so tense?  I promise we’ll get this done.  If you’re worried.  Next time we can focus on finishing your work first and goofing off after.”