The young speedster wasn’t entirely sure he could provide a very thorough description of its connotation, but there was some form of sensation that invaded him that made him actually glad it was raining so often, especially since the weather seemed to have led to a chain of events that concluded with the two of them meeting on both those occasions. “That sounds kinda nice.” Of course, he had never been to Ohio himself and quite frankly, Blaine didn’t sound all too enthusiastic about actually making such a trip and seeing his family, but he actually envied him, in the healthiest way anybody could envy somebody else, of course. He envied him for actually having the chance to be annoyed by his parents, to be so used to them, so used to a home he found them tedious. He would have pointed out just how lucky Blaine was, but he couldn’t figure out how he could do that without sounding ninety. Besides, he was merely making assumptions without much for a research; all he knew was the little the other had told him. “Uh, well, working, basically.” Neither one of his two jobs took the chance of a spring break into consideration. After all, it wasn’t as if crime scenes would cease to exist for a week or two so he could catch a breath– oh, but how he wished they would sometimes. “I work for the police– I think I told you that.” He couldn’t remember. “So it’s not like people out there are gonna gimme a break and stop committing crimes, y’know?” he remarked with a grin.
A rumble of thunder rolled into the mix around the pair. Their shelter under Barry’s umbrella was doing the best it could to keep them dry but Blaine could feel the spray against his cheek of a downpour that just upped it’s game in buckets. His feet were cringing inside his loafers. Wearing socks would have been either a blessing or a curse. Because how nasty are wet socks trapped inside your shoes? But the gross feeling of leather soles on bare skin had him wishing he thought to toss on a pair. Cringing at the feeling–he felt an internal ew–but quickly turned it to a smile so Barry didn’t think he was the one getting that shuddery look for something he said. “Yeah, you did. Don’t worry. That was a stressful night. I didn’t get to apologize to you enough for getting as nervous as I was. We don’t get many tail ends of hurricanes in Westerville. Safe to say? That was my first. I’d rather not have that experience ever again.” As a louder crack of crackled above their heads–Blaine decided picking up the pace and bringing Barry along for the half-jog would at least get them to shelter faster. His apartment was only a couple of blocks away and they were already halfway. “You know. We should do something about that. Start some kind of anti-crime campaign that all the criminals take a day or two off so you guys get a break. Unfortunately..I don’t think criminals would embrace the idea. You do get some time to yourself–don’t you,” he asked with an air of fretting that had him hoping he didn’t sound like an overly concerned helicopter dad.
“I dunno, just go with it Blaine,” he snickered. Sebastian had quite a big smile on his face. “But trust me, it works somehow.” He was multitasking like a professional at this point. Sebastian took his own plate and scooted back up to the head of the bed. Behind him were pillows for comfort to help with his back. “Suit yourself. We both know what’s really comfortable but whatever you say.”
Sebastian took a bit of his steak, dripping in sauce. A small moan left him. It was absolutely delicious. He really outdid himself this time in particular. Looking back up at Blaine he shook his head. “It’s that I don’t turn it off, I just can’t,” he shrugged. “Maybe I was… yeah, I was Born this Way.” His eyes grew wider and he threw up some spirit fingers. “I wasn’t quite raised with a filter though.”
“Yes–I guess we do. It’d be sort of hard to eat with–,” and that’s where Blaine realized two seconds too late that what he was saying could and probably would be so far taken out of context that he set himself up for an even worse comeback from the silver tongued boy on the bed. Palming his face as he sat down with a groan–Blaine spread his fingers open far enough to peek over at Sebastian. “Please–I know what I just said. I know where that’s probably going to go–. Let’s pretend I didn’t set myself up for further embarrassment?”
Trying to distract himself from that moan–he ignored the swirling in his stomach and blinked down at his steak. Unaware he was being watched, Blaine ended up in a pretzel cross of his legs to use as a makeshift table. He shook his head and smirked in amusement at the born this way comment. “You know,” laughter brightened his eyes when he glanced back. Sebastian’s spirit fingers initiated another burst of carefree chuckling. “I can see that. No filter from the time you were born would justify your serious lack of one. It was just never there. I learn more and more about you every day,” he winked and finally cut off a piece of steak. “You as a kid had to be both adorable and frightening. Though I guess not much has changed..” He shut up by shoving his fork in his mouth–in a roundabout way–the fact he found Sebastian adorable.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) It most certainly is, Blaine. Maybe you should think of your choices before you say it ;P ( mssg » blaine | sent ) There’s another guy arguing with him now, they’re both trying to give me sex tips. I’m pretty sure by the next stop everyone will be talking about sex tips. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Bring. It. On. 😉 😉 😉
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Duly noted, gorgeous. Or.. Or! Maybe I did? And that was one huge hint? Or it’s me going with the flow and trying not to look like a complete idiot. You can always try to test the waters and see? I’m not saying I’d be opposed to that idea. Not. At. All. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Great. Kurt Hummel kicks off NYC Subway Sex Riot 2k16. What have you done?? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Did you just challenge my challenge? Oh!?! Consider it brought, Mister. 😉 😉 😉
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I kind of figured you’d be okay with being guilty. I’m okay with being guilty myself 😉 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I can’t wait to see you. I might take you up on the phone call soon, though you focus on driving for now.
( mssg » dave | sent ) I guess if we’re both okay with being guilty. Then no one is really guilty at all. Even better. Don’t you think? 😉 ( mssg » dave | sent ) Sounds great! If you want to? You know where you can find me. I’ll focus on driving either way! I promise. I’m not on a death wish between Westerville and Lima.
“I think I’m one of the few people who sees Santana as more than a background singer. I don’t know if ya know this, but we use to date. Uh, before she came out. She’s a really good kisser.” Puck cringed the moments the words left his mouth. Had what he just said upset Blaine? Or make the man jealous? He wasn’t trying to do that. He really liked Blaine and wanted to hang out with him again. Maybe not by themselves. Hanging out with Blaine with a group of people seemed safer. Then Puck couldn’t act on his feelings, which was good for him.
A huge grin appeared on Puck’s face. “Thanks, dude. I’m glad I can trust ya with stuff.” He was never really open with people, but tonight, for whatever reason, he was. Maybe it was the alcohol that was still flowing through his veins that made him more vulnerable. Or maybe it was because for a second, when he was making out with Blaine, he could finally be himself. He nodded his head. “I’d love to play for ya sometime. Not tonight though. I’m still drunk and I don’t want to wake Sam up. He can throw up in my bed later…” He sighed. He really hoped his blond friend wouldn’t throw up, but knowing how Sam held his alcohol, the chances were slim that Sam wouldn’t. There was silence for a few moments, as they stared into each other’s eyes. God, Blaine was so cute. And hot. He felt a bunch of emotions he hadn’t recently felt while he was with a girl. When Blaine looked away, he snapped back to reality. It didn’t matter if Blaine was cute. Puck could never admit this out loud. “Oh, it’s no problem, Blaine! If I’m being honest with ya, I freaked out for like a moment. I guess kissing a guy does that to ya? We like you too, dude. You’re super cool even if you are a member of The Warblers.”
Blaine didn’t give any sign that the news affected him in any way. There was no real jealousy to be had in Blaine’s book when it came to Puck admitting that he and Santana used to date. He was pretty sure he heard the story from Kurt but–honestly? Keeping track of the gossip about who was dating who and who hated who was practically impossible for someone on the outside. Unless they had a color coded map to follow. Blaine lost track and didn’t really think to have it all rehashed so he could figure it out and remember. He had his own school’s innerworkings and politics to worry about. Dalton had it’s fair share of drama but Blaine was mostly outside of it. The Warbler dating map didn’t interweave near as much. Blaine preferred it that way. Just to keep thing simple and let setlists, politics of who was doing what and when at the top of that list besides who was with who that week? He considered himself far more lucky than the poor McKinley kids who had a soap opera to deal with on top of daily life of a high school student that was mentally exhausting on it’s own. “Yeah. Another time. Let’s not encourage Sam getting sick by making too much noise. I’m sure it’ll happen,” he grinned, “We don’t need to provoke it and–who knows? We might get lucky?”
Another reason why he’d gladly keep their kiss a secret? Bringing some kind of bad drama into Dalton because he couldn’t keep his lips to himself with a buzz? Not what he wanted to do. Though Puck’s situation (anyone finding out he kissed a guy since he was straight and McKinley wasn’t the most tolerant of anyone not..) was much more dependant on his silence. Of course, Puck would receive it. His expression softened when Puck mentioned the kiss freaked him out. A new rush of red dusted over his olive complexion and he snapped his attention down to his lap. “I can see where that would freak you out. I–,” he looked up with a scrunched nose and a shy squint. “I haven’t really done it a lot either–. Sort of freaked myself out now that I think about it. But–big difference between a gay guy that is a little inexperienced and your situation. I get it,” he laughed and let his head fall to rest on the back of the couch. “Thanks. You know? Us Warblers aren’t so bad. We’re definitely not evil masterminds. Okay–maybe we can be but–! I’m not on duty around you guys like..ever. I swear.”
AWWW! YES! KLAINEEE! –bold is regular (our main), italic is recent past (msg me for details!)! bold italic would be both!
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
YAY! SO GLAD YOU SENT THESE IN!! –bold is regular (canon), italic is verse dependant (our “main”)! bold italic would be both! shoot me an msg for any ??’s or ideas!
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal.✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically–before they were together and after break up). ✧I love you (romantically–in our current threads he feels it building to that and it might even be there and that is starting to freak him out a lil because he doesn’t want to hurt him. kinda is in my head around the same thing for canon but we can discuss on Skype if you wanna!).
Thanks for sending this, sweetie!! –bold is regular, italic is verse dependant! bold italic would be both! –shoot me an msg for any ??’s or ideas!
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically–could if they knew each other more).
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