So far it seemed like the two of them were both stumbling over their words, and given their situation it wasn’t all that surprising. Granted, the speedster had also agreed to doing this– although it still didn’t stop him from feeling nervous about it nevertheless. When he had finally spotted Blaine, and settled next to him. His first thought was that this guy was rather cute, and the bowtie thing just added to it in a way. While alcohol might not have any affect on him, that didn’t mean Barry wouldn’t mind a taste. “Sure, a drink sounds good,” he replied with a grin. Although if the other ended up getting drunk, there’s no way Barry would go further than talking though. He’s not an ass. “I could start out asking if you come here often, but that sounds corny, and a pretty bad pick up line,” he lightly joked. Barry ordered a drink for himself, getting it a few moments later, and took a sip. His eyes looking Blaine over, he had tried to do is discreetly, although he got the feeling that the other might have taken notice of it. “I… have to admit I was kind of worried coming here,” he supplied as he chuckled lightly. “This is my first time doing something like this,and you can probably tell.” Barry uttered, rubbing the back of his head a little, and messing with his own hair. The speedster continued to smile, although a little more subtle. “But— kind of glad I came here actually.”
After reminding himself that this didn’t need to go anywhere. That the two of them could simply share a drink or two and go their separate ways–Blaine nursed a few sips from his glass and let the warmth of the liquor fill first his stomach and then move through his veins. It was a calming sensation. One that might give him more courage to sit here and talk with the guy now that it’d already given him enough to dial a random number scribbled on a bathroom wall. Yes, it might be to tell the person their name was plastered inside a stall in one of the most popular bars in New York City..but was it really? A certain level of lonely and booze might’ve been the root cause of it. But. Whatever. They were here–together–now. Might as well not look like a bumbling idiot all night and enjoy having someone to drink with that wasn’t a regular who only knew him because they both came here so much. Or the bartender. Laughing bent his elbow against the counter and lifted his hand to prop the edge of his jaw up–Blaine shrugged and bounced the straw off the pieces of ice the other. “I admit that I was nervous for you to come here. It’s not like I make a habit out of dialing numbers on random stalls,” his breath hitched and he made sure to circle back with a firm, “I don’t. But in the age of a million dating apps? No one ever does that much anymore. I mean–unless you did–in which case,” His smile turned uneven and he rolled his eyes at himself. Deflating–his hand dropped to touch his glass and he grinned down at it. “I’m glad you came here, too.”
“Nah, you weren’t making a fool of yourself! And yeah, that’s true.” When Blaine had kissed Rachel, everyone couldn’t stop talking about it. Puck had just assumed Blaine was gay and then that had happened. He nodded his head. “Yeah, that’s probably true. It’s burned in all of our minds even if we all were totally wasted at the time. It’s funny…We’ve both kissed Rachel Berry and now each other.” He frowned when something dawned on him. “God, we really are like the most incestuous group of friends to ever exist.” He was joking, sort of. It was hard to keep track of everyone’s relationships. He’d realized that the rumor about performing arts kids being horny all of the time was true.
“Incestuous? Really? I’ve hit that level already?” Blaine’s nose scrunched as he spoke–it was hard not to agree with Puck with the stories that Kurt told him about who was with who and who hated who. The New Directions seemed to have changes of heart every other week on who they were in love with. But–hey! He didn’t count, did he? A drunken game of spin the bottle wasn’t supposed to mean anything. And kissing Puck? That was a mistake. Right? If the other would have him believe anything else–it was starting to become overly evident that it was the ONLY way Puck would want to think about their hallway encounter–then maybe this one didn’t either. Or Puck was dead on and he was starting to fall into that trap. “Maybe staying sober the next go round might be a good idea. At least for me,” he laughed helplessly as a splash of red warmed the bridge of his nose and his cheeks. “I should keep my name out of the pool of who’s with who before I end up in a three solo cup refill vodka and cranberry juice nose drive into the deep end?”
If there is one thing you all should know about me, it’s this
I am ALYWAYS a up for AUs
And when I say always, I mean always. I have more AU ideas than I can count. Check out my verses page, or ask if I have a particular verse already. If I don’t chances are that I will get excited and make it happen. Never feel shy or bad about throwing an au idea you’d like to do at me, or if we’re mutuals just write me the starter, or send the message. I will sit in my chair and probably scream a little bit because OH MY GOSH AUUUUUUUSSSSSS!!
We can do one long thread, or we can do several short threads. We can have several threads in the same au! It doesn’t really matter as long as you’re happy, and I’m happy, and we get to have fun!
Kurt gasped and grabbed Blaine a bit tighter when he gave a wrong step forward, his giggle still present while the man trying to make a point about him not being able to get a hangover. “You say that, honey, but you will. Don’t worry. I’ll be there to make you feel better, yes?” He smiled and kissed his cheek. “I had a wonderful time, and you being there with me made it all better.” He looked around and finally spotted an oncoming taxi, then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers at it, making it stop right in front of them. “Voilá! Here it is, now let’s go home, shall we?” Making sure that Blaine wouldn’t fall again, Kurt led him to the cab and sat him down before he tried to push his legs inside. “Scoot over so I can come in there with you, sweetie?” He chuckled.
Blaine was easily stuffed into the cab and even managed to pick up both feet and scoot them inside just to make Kurt’s life easier. A few wiggles of his hips later and a thunk against the window was followed by peels of blissfully drunken laughter bubbling out of him. “Ouch!” Then a contrast to the complaint–”That should hurt more than it did,” he blurted out while rubbing the side of his head. As soon as Kurt was settled into the cab, the lean against the window became the lean against Kurt’s shoulder. Fingers moved from where they were rubbing the dull throb away to touch the side of Kurt’s cheek and turn his head until they were nose to nose. “You know what I want when I get home…?” Oh the brief pause and the way he looked from Kurt’s eyes to his lips and back could leave so much room to the imagination. “I want to make..” His free hand squeezed Kurt’s hip and gave it a little tug closer. Just to prove his point on how seriously needy he was for..
Blaine laid on his back watching Barry in their makeshift fort. This had to be the most perfect way of bringing in the New Year that his boyfriend could have thought of. He’d been in New York City for several years now and did the Times Square thing, the bar thing. The high class restaurant with boring dinner that nearly put him down for the count out of sleepiness long before the clock ever struck midnight. That was checked off his list thanks to June. A house party with friends? Yeah, he’d done that too and ended up kissing someone he never thought he’d kiss. Which ended up in an awkward way to start that year. No, this was perfect and as far as Blaine was concerned? They could stay here all night.
A soft sigh parts just wettened lips as the kisses move up his jawline. One that hums it’s way into an enamoured laugh once their mouths part. “Happy–,” but he didn’t get the last part out before Barry’s mouth was on his again. Fingers tethered through chestnut hair and bare toes that were just wiggling thanks to the pecks curled in as he lifted his head to make this one last. Yep. Just. Perfect.
❛ blaine. fancy seeing you here. ❜ as if it’s a TOTAL coincidence he’d waltzed into the SAME coffee shop about five minutes after blaine had. NONETHELESS, hartley gets perfectly comfortable in the seat across from him. now, it’s HARD for hartley to ever ask a favor of anyone, and blaine seems to be the type not to hold it AGAINST him. ❛ i was wondering though, ah—– are you BUSY friday night?? ❜
Hearing a voice–Blaine glances up from the coffee he busied himself stirring in hopes of getting it under the boiling hot temperature he burned his mouth with on the way to his chair. Yeah–let’s not repeat that mistake again. Hazel eyes met Hartley’s with a blink in surprise of the sudden appearance in the chair across from his. Lips curved into a warm, welcoming smile that was tugged a bit to the side in wonder. “Hello to you, too.” Curiosity sparked at the OUT OF THE BLUE question–causing Blaine’s head to tilt. His stirring paused. “No. Not really. Why?”
you are a creative soul that borders on desperation at the toss of a coin. despite this, you error on the side of optimism at all times, knowing that your next inspiration could be right around the next corner. because of this, you tend to be more adventurous than your peers, willing to drive down a dark road or befriend an aging neighbor, always seeking a story. if you are to avoid the fate of others like you, you must learn to decipher which creative endeavors are worth your time.
FILM RECOMMENDATIONS: sunset boulevard, in a lonely place, the third man
They’re all counting, and she’s ninety-eight percent sure that she’s about to get stuck kissing someone at the strike of twelve that a ) she doesn’t like, and b ) wouldn’t want to kiss on a regular day-to-day basis. It’s bad enough that she got dragged out too a party WITHOUT an actual date. Should have stayed at home. ❝ Look, I was a cheerleader, and you seem like an okay kind of person, so if you want to kiss me, I won’t mind. As long as there’s no butt grabbing or FOUL PLAY.
❞
The feeling in the room is becoming a fever pitch of excitement and half drunken howls of laughter. Or not so half drunken. If you look at the faces of several kids Blaine is barely beginning to know with their sparkling eyes and too-wide smiles? The half-drunk line was way passed. Couples were drawing one another in closer as the numbers lowered. 10, 9, 8! The one close friend he has here is nowhere to be seen. 7, 6, 5! A turn around to try and spot Kurt has him bumping into Quinn and he’s barely able to believe what he hears next. 4, 3, and 2 go by but all he hears is her. The irony of no butt grabbing or FOUL PLAY has his nose scrunching as he laughs. They’re the only two alone. The clock isn’t stopping. Who wants to be the only person in the room with no one to kiss? “I promise. No butt touching. None from you either, Quinn.” Blaine winks to earn a smile. It’s silly to make this anything more but a why not?! Nerves tighten his belly but his arm is gentle and careful around her waist when the 1 that is shouted should have made him jump forward. Fingertips touch her cheek and when his lips touch hers–it takes him a moment to close his eyes and press them in firmly. A tilt of his head and he feels how soft they are. The feeling loosens his stomach up far enough to spin it into a whirl, his breath catches and this feels much better than it should.
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