i feel like @pianokeysandbowties is one of the only people out there who understands how happy darren criss makes me. like idk if anyone else in my life understands how he makes me happy, or inspires me. i just, love that man
// We can be soulmates in the happiness that is Darren. I’m totally on board. He’s just so…gosh I adore him! He makes me so !!!!!! Not even ashamed.
While trying to give his fiancé as much support as he could, Kurt couldn’t help but laugh as the man’s state, thinking that he was awfully cute, and also thankful that he was a happy drunk and not a gross one. Plus, it had been a night to celebrate so he wasn’t about to begrudge him about that, but just ride it along with him until hangover would strike. “Baby, I’m confident that it’s a bit more than just that tiny bit. Now, let’s get home and get you plenty of water and some aspirin for that mighty headache you will soon have.” He looked around to see if he could spot a taxi on the streets.
The hold he had on Kurt slipped from being looped under one arm and over the taller man’s shoulder down to his waist. Why? So his head could rest against it instead. That’s why! Blaine’s eyes were bright, full of the drunken overly-chuckle happy buzz he was gazing up at Kurt in admiration with. There was nothing more beautiful than Kurt’s laugh. Has he told him that lately? Better fix it if not. “I love it when you laugh. Even if it’s at my expense,” a dramatic pout complete with scrunchy face and jutted out lip followed. Though it only lasted as long as a stumbled step and his fist clutching onto Kurt’s coat. “Hangover? No,” his free hand motioned in the negative with a wave, “I refuse.” Could he will a hangover away? Probably not. Worth a try! “Did you have fun? I did.” Way too much fun. Where were all the cabs anyway?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Yeah, something like that. You start working late a couple of times, have trouble sleeping a couple more and before you know it, going to bed at 1:30 actually qualifies as going to bed early. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Alright. Grandma Esther’s eggnog it is. But seriously, brace yourself, it’s… even stronger than advertised. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) That sounds like a doable formula, let’s try it out. ( mssg » barry | sent ) I wanna say yes but at the same time I’m worried it’ll mean you’ll start baking cookies at 2 in the morning. Anything you’ve got laying around is fine. I’m pretty sure we’ve got ice cream in here or something anyway, we always do.
( mssg » barry | sent ) I’ll keep myself braced and prepared. Thank you for the warning. ( mssg » barry | sent ) I promise I’m not making cookies at this time of night. Threw a batch together earlier as a treat to myself. Let me box them up and I’ll be on my way. Cookies and ice cream. Late night snack and breakfast, maybe? ( mssg » barry | sent ) Wait. I didn’t mean how that sounded! I wasn’t automatically assuming anything. I just mean if we’re up a few more hours, breakfast might happen. ( mssg » barry | sent ) Did I make that any less creepy at all?
“Am I?” The way Duran was grinning indicated he knew, and considered it a compliment from Blaine. “I guess I am weird. People will catch onto the charm and excuse everything I do anyway soon enough. A dick-slash-Christmas tree made out of lights is just another checkmark on my list.” He smirked and stepped back from the wall and closer to Blaine. The topic change was amusing, and Duran was really excited to tell the warbler what happened. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. I guess it didn’t help that I took my shirt off to do it. To be fair, I was paid sixty bucks for it, and I wasn’t even caught by administration. Best gig ever.”
Consider his mind blown. Just when he thought the penis Christmas tree lights couldn’t be topped? Well.. This IS Duran we’re talking about here. Blaine’s mouth hangs open for a few beats while he lets that visual sink in. A cough cleared his throat (skipping past the reason that it got tight in the first place–no need to hash that out) and he tucked his chin towards his tie while cupping the back of his neck. “You took a bribe,” he quickly corrected himself, “I mean..a payment to go to the Warblers and do a half stripped down dance? Who would even ask you for that? And why?” Half-laughing as his face warmed up–Blaine looked back at Duran’s ‘art’. “How did they react? I can’t picture how Wes or Thad took that. The looks on their faces must have been priceless.”
barry.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) So I’m either predictable or you know me really well already. For future reference, I’m always up this late, no matter what the weather’s like. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I wanna agree on the counterproductive thing, but… If you look at the time, I’d say the chance of us getting any sleep any time soon’s kinda out the window by now. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Any of those sounds great right now. I would offer some of the eggnog we’ve got left at my place, but… you’ll probably get the buzz of your life after two sips. I’m pretty sure the lady who drew up the original recipe for that was a semi-alcoholic. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Unless, you know, something’s the matter and you could use a buzz. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I mean, not that I want you to get drunk, I’m not trying to get you drunk. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Hey, look, I made it awkward too!
( mssg » barry | sent ) I’m so glad I didn’t wake you up. Another night owl, too, huh? ( mssg » barry | sent ) Yeah. I doubt sleep is going to be happening if it hasn’t already. You’re right. I guess we can scratch that out. ( mssg » barry | sent ) No, no! I get why you are offering it! Ha! Thank you. Sounds like a great idea. The eggnog and the buzz, I mean. Just sort of hit that late Christmas night quiet. If that makes sense? ( mssg » barry | sent ) This isn’t that awkward. We could try to cancel out each other’s awkwardness by upping our own levels of strange? ( mssg » barry | sent ) Is that a thing? It should be. Meet you there then? Would you like me to bring anything to offset the firebreath inducing egg nog? Homemade cookies maybe?
( mssg » barry | sent ) I’m completely basing this off the fact that both times we’ve been around one another this late at night, you were awake. Granted, that might be because we were stuck in storms but..um. Anyway. ( mssg » barry | sent ) I was curious.. If you are awake? Would you like to meet for coffee? ( mssg » barry | sent )
Which, now that I think about it, is totally counterproductive when it comes to getting sleep like a normal person. Hot chocolate? A drink? If that’s more your thing?
( mssg » barry| sent ) Oh boy. Could I make this any more awkward?
Feigned surprise opens hazel eyes wide–he fakes a gasp with hands pressed together but fingers parted out to cover his lips. Of course this would be his Christmas morning. And it’s the BEST way to wake up. Who cares about presents under the tree when he has this perfect person standing in the doorway being his completely adorkable self? “Barry..! You shouldn’t have,” Blaine grins before bursting out into a chuckle so hard that it quickly becomes all cheeks, squinted eyes and a blush over the bridge of his nose. “But the bow is so cute though. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
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