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Patrick and Blaine//We’re All in the Mood for a Melody

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Patrick could tell that Blaine was completely genuine, and it was so refreshing. Although the majority enjoyed the performance, it was common that most of the people that he encountered in this grand city definitely didn’t give an impression like this. He blushed at the stranger’s comment and slightly turned to face him. “I’m still fairly new to New York, and I’ve never seen anything like this. I think any notion that uses music for people’s benefit is fantastic.” And clearly Blaine’s feeling on the matter was mutual. “Denver is an entirely different world.”

Patrick grabbed his backpack and tossed it on his back. He was quite taken by Blaine’s charm and wanted to learn more about him, but he didn’t want to seem to forward or overbearing. “You truly play beautifully. How long have you been catching the ear of total strangers with your songs?” He smiled, leaning forward a bit to hear his voice despite the noise of the busy train station.

More compliments?  Blaine ducked his head down and rubbed the back of it, aiming that sheepish grin of his towards the piano bench he had yet to stand up from.  The casual closeness didn’t seem to bother him.  His personal bubble could be rather small in comparison to most people’s in this city.  “Thanks.  Um–,” his lips formed a thoughtful pout, “As often as I can? So for years–I guess?  I agree with you about music helping people.  The way I look at it?  If I can make one person who is having a bad time’s day brighter?  Then I’m doing my job.  Plus.  If there’s a piano around–and this one’s been here for months–I, usually, can’t help myself.”

With a sigh and a grunt–both palms pressed against the polished black he was perched on and he stood up giving a languid stretch to work out the kinks in his back and legs that settled in after playing for the better part of the afternoon.  “Denver, huh?  What are you doing here in New York City?  Transplant or visiting to see what all the fuss is about?  I’m warning you?  If it’s the second?  You should believe the hype,” he blindly grabbed the strap of a brown, leather satchel sitting at the end of his side of their seat, “This city’s amazing.  You’re bound to fall in love and it doesn’t apologize if you do.”  Most times?  Besides his circle of friends who were busy with their own lives? New York City was all he had to rely on for company?  It took him a while to get used to it but now that he had?  Their love affair was just enough to get him through.  Most nights.

santana.

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     Santana just watched in amusement as Blaine tried to down the liquor straight. It was fairly obvious that being a Warbler didn’t come with too many drinking lessons. Where as with Puck for a friend, && the Cheerios as a team, Santana had plenty of practice. Hopefully the poor boy wouldn’t try to keep up with her. Then again nothing would be more amusing than a wasted Blaine Anderson trying to pretend he’s fully functioning. While he tried to speak, the female fought back laughter. The way he winced && choked between words from a simple two chugs, was nothing short of hilarious. “Of course. If you ever think I’m cheap, it’s because you’re looking at Rachel’s extensions in the bathroom. Not mine.” Her lips curled upwards in a confident grin as she took the bottle back. Warmth emanated from her chest as she took the two gulps down easily. The burn only lasted a moment, so she tried not to make as big of a deal out of it as Blaine did. Without hesitation, she handed the bottle back, watching him expectantly to try going on. “I’m a little worried. What if I want to light a candle? Do you think the insane amount of hair gel in your hair mixed with the alcohol in your system will make you EXTRA flammable? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you rubbed one out tonight && became the next fashion nightmare of elm street.”

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Blaine was a little too concentrated on not drooling from the fire in his mouth to really mask the lopsided grin that appeared when Santana went off on her comparison between cheap and Rachel’s hair extensions.  Seriously? Where did she come up with this stuff?  He watched her take the gulps like a pro and give no outward sign of the nasty taste.  Impressive. But that meant she probably burned enough tastebuds off to achieve that level of pro and he’d gladly keep the ones he had that held him back.  Taking back the bottle with a nod of thanks–Blaine stopped in his tracks when the Bag of Witty Insults was tossed in his direction.  Aw.  Ones like this?  Were Santana’s way of saying I love you and you know what?  The feeling was mutual. Not taking it to heart–Blaine shrugged and hovered the neck of the bottle by his lips so he could give her a lift of his brows. “Okay–Santana,” he hummed and gave her a cock-eyed smirk, “First? Did you really have to use the phrase rub one out?”  He put quotation marks around that one with one hand.  “Second?  Then just don’t light a candle to be on the safe side. If I go down? I’m taking you with me.  Human Torch style.”  And down went two more gulps as those tastebuds he swore he was keeping earlier screamed in protest–just a little quieter this time.

Druken Kisses II Puck & Blaine

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Puck nodded his head. “Yeah, he’s fine. Luckily for all of us he didn’t hit his head and get a concussion. I’m way too drunk to drive to the hospital right now.” He chuckled. “Agreed. We’re gonna have to monitor how much he drinks for the rest of our lives!” Shit. He was hoping Blaine had forgotten about that. He had to think of something quick. Something that didn’t sound stupid. He wasn’t the best at thinking on his feet. “Um…I liked the way you were dancing at the party. Ya got some sweet moves, dude!” He hoped Blaine wouldn’t be able to tell that he had just lied his ass off. Maybe someday he’d tell the younger male the truth. He was just too scared of saying the words out loud. It’d mean that he was sorta coming to terms with his sexuality, something that scared him. He knew how the kids at his high school treated anyone they perceived to be different. Besides, he’d worked so hard on making sure everyone knew he was a womanizing badass. Liking dudes just didn’t fit into that lifestyle.

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Blaine didn’t realize how he’d squinted until his bright eyes became two hazel slits pinched at their edges giving Puck a measuring glance back and forth across his darker stare.  Whether he believed Puck or was letting his answer pass was a mystery hidden with an easy smile and a bob of his head that followed it. “Aw, Puck.  Thanks! That’s really sweet,” he blushed a notches warmer across his cheeks.  “I thought I was making a fool out of myself but you know? I really didn’t care.  I was having too much fun and everyone else was about as gone as I was. Least I didn’t kiss Rachel this time around. So there’s that?”  His lips remained to himself the entire time. Go figure that they wouldn’t when he was alone with the straightest guy of the McKinley bunch, right?  Blaine took another sip of his water and sat it on the coffee table so he could reached one hand down to toy with the hem of his pant’s cuff.  His chin rested on one bent knee effectively becoming a ball of Warbler at the other end of the couch.  “I don’t think I’ll ever live that moment down between Kurt and the rest of you guys.  I think it was brought up like three times tonight.”

Alien abduction/probing kink

KINK RATING TIME!! @dustyshadowfishy
Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

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“Click on the wrong fanfiction link once and you’re labelled a
weirdo!  I swear–it’s not a kink.  The plotline was misleading.
Mulder saving Scully from aliens will NEVER be the same.
No..  I didn’t finish it!  I don’t care what Santana says!”

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

BONDAGE

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“It would be a shame to let all these worn out bowties
go to waste..  I’m sure we have can found find something
better to do with them?”

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

biting

KINK RATING TIME!! @notacrabbastian
Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!

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“Wait–.  I thought that’s just something everyone did during sex..
Is that really a kink?  Looks like I have another one to add to the
list.  Which–you know–I would if I had a list..which I don’t but..
Hey..How’s life?  Long time, no see.”

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

meme continuation. @bcingnicesucks​

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“Mm.  Yes.  Already,” Blaine hums against Sebastian’s throat as his arms wrap around his boyfriend’s chest from behind.  Fingers burying into his curls draw his eyelids shut and he nuzzles the very tip of his nose along the long line of Sebastian’s jaw with a sigh of delight. Technically–he promised that he’d give Sebastian ample time to finish up his work.  Blaine fully planned on pulling through with his vow.  For real!  But the clack, clack, clack of keys could pick back up after he had a little bit of fun.  The taste of Sebastian’s skin was too alluring to not go in for seconds. And that’s what Blaine wants now more than anything.  So hints the caving in of his stomach and the soft, pitched noise that parts his lips.  No worries.  Now it was just easier to kiss along the shell of Sebastian’s ear as he made his case.  “Ten more minutes and I promise I’ll let you work.  Please,” he whispers making sure the corner of his mouth moved against Sebastian’s ear just to tease him further and add more fuel to his bargain.

Barry didn’t even bother hiding the pout. That— wasn’t the answer he had anticipated. Placing his drink down to card his fingers through his hair as he sighed. What did he think. What did he want. Certainly some serious questions. “You’re closer than a friend,” he supplied after a moment. “But I mean, would you even want to be like boyfriends with me? I’m a mess sometimes. I said that out loud didn’t I? Sorry if– if that’s not something you’re comfortable with, I just—“

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After their previous conversation where he told Barry the depth of his feelings–he’d put himself out on the line in hopes of hearing Barry felt the same way–Blaine was hesitant to bring up the topic again.  Sure–in a roundabout way–Barry said he did.  But ever since that night Barry’s roundabout way sealed Blaine’s lips on pushing what they were and who they were to each other.  Now, with it being brought up by Barry and Blaine hinging on what he might say next? He couldn’t help holding his breath and wondering.  Because hoping might be setting himself up for a fall and Barry for yet another awkward situation where Blaine said too much.

“Oh.. Comfortable?  Why wouldn’t I be comfortable,” came his soft, breathless whisper as his eyes pinched at their corners and he swallowed deep. “Um.  More than friends.  I’d hope so.  I mean.  I don’t do the things we do with friends,” his bottom lip drew to the side as he bit the corner and shrugged. “I like your kind of messy.  Your messy seems to match how messy I can be from time to time.  Maybe we cancel each other out?  Who knows..?.”