// I hope all of my lovely followers and partners had a wonderful day and that your holiday went/is going amazingly! I adore each one of you and thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here! With Christmas season winding down at my work, I’ll be around a lot more often. Catch up time is underway now that my brain can actually function. And I’m about better too! Woohoo! I love you cats. Lurking/writing a little tonight. Come say hi!
I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).
“I’m sure they’d survive. I’m also sure if Sam WAS here he wouldn’t be any help. You two are horrible when it comes to obsessing over television && film. Blaine — I don’t think your looks are going to get you out of this one. Just because you say you’re not a television serial killer addict, doesn’t mean you’re not one. Not the kind of punishment I meant, Blaine! Really? Yeah no, course, bad time. Definitely a bad time.” Kurt scanned his eyes over Blaine’s appearance a few times before slowly making his way over to the couch by his side. Even after days of being lazy && sleepless, he still managed to be frustratingly good looking. Still, that wasn’t going to sway his decision ( okay, maybe a little ). “Okay look, because I love you too, && I am probably the best ( or dumbest ) boyfriend in the world, I’ll let you finish the two last episodes. I know I’d lose my mind if somebody cut me off before a finale. Though I stand by the fact that I’d NEVER waste that many days on a show about a serial killer. Nobody should. && Blaine? Don’t make me regret this. I’m not opposed to turning off the tv halfway through an episode.”
“Yes. I’m sure they’d survive but that still wasn’t very nice,” Blaine grinned at the comment about Sam because he knew it was way too true to deny. Him and his best friend had that in common. However. Kurt–apparently–is forgetting that he has been known to venture off into the world of binge watching television. And has! Pointing that out would be foolish (and probably lose him his last two episodes leeway)–so Blaine kept that to himself and decided on going a different route. A brow quirked up and seemed to tug the edge of his mouth into the wryest of grins he could manage. “We COULD turn it into that and I COULD watch television later? If, you know, that’s a thing you’re remotely interested in.” Their cushions bounced and shifted under his weight as he brought both feet up and crawled over to take a new seat. On Kurt’s lap. Knees bent against the sofa and their chests touching each other. Inching in to bury the bridge of his nose in his favorite spot ever–the crook of Kurt’s neck was given a nuzzle before cheek touched shoulder and Blaine’s chest deflated in a sigh. “Okay. Okay. I won’t do it again.” Arms wrapped around Kurt’s shoulders to hold him loosely. “This is better than television anyway. You’re stuck now.”
Elliott’s eyes were drawn to Blaine’s lips as he licked them – licked, not rubbed or spitted. His confusion ceased when Blaine spoke again, inviting him to do it and not apologise.
He wanted Elliott to kiss him.
Was he a rebound from Kurt? Probably. Did he think Blaine was going to regret this at a later date? Oh God yes. But that was the logical part of Elliott’s head, and the rest of him…The larger part, that was too busy telling him to just take what he could get while Blaine was still welcoming it.
“I…I could,” He said quietly, stepping closer to Blaine, again taking his hand in both of his own, looking at it as he spoke. “Are you sure?” He’d only ask once, only check Blaine meant it once, that was it.
This was all kinds of could go seriously bad for the both of them. Blaine knew that the minute their lips touched when Elliott spontaneously kissed him. It wasn’t the brush of their mouths together that caused the worry. The look on Elliott’s face when he pulled back was.
But he still said what he said. And meant it.
One part heartbroken and half a dozen more lonely–Blaine wouldn’t take back his offer. He made enough mistakes. If this was another one? What was one more to add to the list? Who was to say this was a mistake? Every red flag going up might only be in his head. They wouldn’t know until they tried.
Two hands–bigger than his–covered just one palm. The delicateness behind Elliott’s touch caused Blaine’s brows to crumple together and his throat tightened. “Y-Yeah. I’m sure..,” he was smiling when he looked back up. A little wary, a lot hopeful but prepared for the worst. “I’m sure,” the words came more solidly this time and his breath stopped as he waited.
“I didn’t mean the ride, Kurt. I meant the movie,” Blaine grinned happily as his shoulder bounced off Kurt’s for the–. How many times? He lost count. A swayed step had him slinging his arm around his fiance’s shoulder for better footing. “Just call me Captain Jack Sparrow.” With a matter of fact nod backed up by an overly drunken imitation of the pirate’s eye narrowing game, Blaine broke into another peel of laughter and held up his hand. “Me? Bah! Only a little bit!” His thumb and forefinger pinched together about an inch apart to show the under-exaggeration of how much alcohol was flowing through his system. “See?”
( mssg » p. | sent ) I know I said I could do this. That I’m fine with how things are. You have to be yourself and do things at your own pace. I still agree with every part of that. I’d never pressure you to be different. Or step out of your own comfort zone just for me. That’s greedy. I like to think I’m anything but that. ( mssg » p. | sent ) But I’m not sure I can do this anymore. I care too much about you now. I know I’m probably ruining the arrangement we have by saying this. I don’t want to ruin us though. Maybe friends is just better. ( mssg » p. | sent ) No mixed emotions and no one gets hurt. Or hurt worse. I’m sorry. -B.
( mssg » skylar | sent ) Great news! The administration from Dalton just sent me an email! They were able to salvage our piano! I know it isn’t much but it’s something. As soon as the insurance approves, we can take it! ( mssg » skylar | sent ) How about we put it in the choir room at McKinley? Since the other piano got blown up.. I want to present it to the guys as a surprise. Maybe it’ll help boost everyone’s spirits. ( mssg » skylar | sent ) While I’m at it. There’s something else I’d like to talk to you about. Whenever you have the time.
pianokeysandbowties back up 