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send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

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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).

kurt.

Of course.  He didn’t really expect any different from this guy; private school in Westerville, of course his family was loaded.  Kurt still felt both out of place and not.  These kinds of neighborhoods, the elegant life were in his daydreams.  He’s pretty sure now it was too far out of reach even if he does get to do something he genuinely liked after high school.  He’ll be one of those broke artists or something akin to it, drawing up fancy designs and – provided that doesn’t tank – coming home to a dingy apartment with leaky pipes after a fashion show.

Kurt nods and follows Blaine out of the car and up to the door.  Until moving he almost forgot how tired he and his body were.  Delightful.  “Anyone…Is there anyone else here?”

“No.  My Dad is away on business and my mom is probably still at another retreat. Honestly, it gets a little too hard to keep track when she’s coming back or leaving again sometimes. They’re..well…them.”  Heat burst over the bridge of his nose as the olive tones of his skin ran red at his answer.  People who knew him rarely asked if his parents were there or not anymore. More often than not?  The answer was no.  They were going through a rough spot (he didn’t like to think very hard on the reasons why) and escape was better than actually talking to each other, Blaine figured.  She’d be home in a few days if he remembered right.  His Dad?  A month in the Philippines was dwindling down to a week or so and –without a doubt–  the house would feel quieter with three people there than it was with only him.  

An insert of the key and a turn of the wrist later–Blaine opened the door to the dimly lit foyer. One sconce didn’t do much to chase away the darkness of the house.  Leading Kurt inside, Blaine continued to bring the house to lift with light after light being switched on all the way to the stairs.  “I’ve got some first aid things in my bathroom and you can take a shower if you want. That’s not weird to offer is it,” he asked with a scrunch of his nose as he started up the stairs.  “I can find you clean clothes.”  Laughing as his head sagged forward, he mumbled loud enough for Kurt to hear but it was a mumble nonetheless. “And that’s not even weirder at all.”

i wish i knew.

Sebastian nodded slowly as he listened to Blaine’s sensitive words. It felt like his heart was in his throat at this point. Hearing that Blaine cared about him was possibly the best but worst news he could hear. It hurt but felt so wonderful to know. The pain was from knowing that nothing could probably come from it. “No, I overreacted. I mean, yeah it felt like rejection but I shouldn’t have done that, Blaine,” he added in. Getting this out between the two felt like the weight of the world was finally lifted from Sebastian’s shoulders. His sleep was fucked up because he was always up thinking of what he should’ve done different. The days were longer. And he was certainly meaner. People had taken note of his even more aggressive behavior.

“I miss you too. And I don’t want us to just… throw it all out tonight. Because I know that for some ungodly reason you care about me, and I care about you. And that’s something that… maybe we shouldn’t let slip through our fingers. I dunno.” His lips folded together and he shrugged. “Where does that leave you though? Us?”

In the short time they knew each other–Sebastian managed to pull him in and capture his attention, friendship and something else Blaine wasn’t ready to think about because of what it meant. Oblivious as he could occasionally be when it came to noticing that someone was drawn to him the way Sebastian’s overly exuberant vocalization left without a doubt he was?  The fact that this boy wanted him was clear. And the idea that someone so potentially overwhelming could was puzzling. One in depth conversation had him feeling like he was underneath a magnifying glass and left to question everything without being able to hide. He could talk to Sebastian for hours–and they did.  Their conversations made him feel things he shouldn’t.  Made him want to be back underneath Sebastian’s studious eye that didn’t let him escape from those parts of himself Sebastian plucked at.  It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Sebastian was dangerous.  The worst part?  Blaine knew it and still wanted to be near him.  The thought he lost that because he got swept up?  Was awful and left those parts Sebastian connected like raw, exposed nerves.   Relief flooded in when he was given hope he hadn’t broken them beyond repair.  Along with the unsurety of what to sayr.  “I–I don’t know,,” his carefully measured distance was breached as he carefully touched Sebastian’s wrist and tried his best not to think about the last time he touched him.  The images that were right there threatening to rush back anyway.  “Where that leaves me–I mean.  What I do know is I don’t want to throw away anything.  You’re right.  I do care.  Just–please can we go back to where we were heading?  I’m not sure where that was–but it felt like we were going somewhere I wanted to be.  I don’t want to say goodbye to that..even if I’m not sure what that is–yet.”  And there it was.  The feeling of hinging on Sebastian in ways that he probably shouldn’t but couldn’t help.

dave.

Dave knew it was a long shot, asking Blaine if he wanted to lived together. While they did seem completely committed lately, he wasn’t sure he wanted to put all that on the line and risk it. It had come suddenly, the idea of moving in. He had been really excited about the concept, really eager to take their relationship to the next level. After months of being together, and months of working on healing, he had grown attached to Blaine, and was terrified of the possibility of losing the other. He stared nervously at Blaine, waiting, waiting for the reaction that the other was going to give, praying it was going to be a positive move towards their relationship. “Yeah Blaine, I really want to live with you. Its close, it’s not the biggest place, but it could be ours. Like, it could be our home. I haven’t been looking long,” he lied, having been looking for the last month. “Of course, if you want to look at it, I can take you there? We could look at it together and you can decide if we want to move there or not. I’m one hundred percent sure I want to live with you, even if that means it takes us several months to figure things out.”

Blaine listened in awe as Dave answered.  Somewhere during his reply–Blaine stroked both thumbs against the sides of Dave’s hands and then let them go so he could grasp his wrists and have something solid to hang onto. They were together for months now.  Months of Dave’s patience and understanding.  Of gentle pulls and kicks to the behind when he needed.  Blaine even drug Dave into one of his therapy sessions when they were getting too much to handle and he sat quietly as an anchor and listened to Blaine say things that he kept locked away from anyone out of not wanting to let them think he was someone they had to worry about. Dave was Dave.  Someone who Blaine felt he had to protect because he wasn’t alright. Because he was too afraid–no, petrified–he’d hurt him.  Dave refused to let him make that excuse, promised him he’d never and wouldn’t be kept away.  Being home–in a mostly empty house loaded memories and ghosts–with rarely a sound to chase them away unless he made it?  How could he not want out?  And on the flipside? It was a huge step. Huge.  “Dave…” Dave was ready to jump and Blaine—?  Blaine took a deep breath as he shifted positions on the couch and crawled to sit on Dave’s legs, his knees on either side of his thighs and cupped his cheeks.  –Jump with him.  Let go and just say..– “Yes..” Their noses touched.  Blaine’s lit up with a broad smile when he leaned back and held onto the back of Dave’s neck instead.  “I..  I’d love to.  Let’s do it,” the smile grew and finally became a burst of mystified laughter that scrunched his nose and made his eyes squint. “I can’t believe how amazing you are, Dave.  You know that–don’t you?  You just–thank you for being you..”

dave.

( mssg » dave | sent ) Blaine? You’d never be in the way. Yes, you may inspire me to skip my first class, but that’s okay!
( mssg » dave | sent ) I can’t wait to see you.  I’m looking forward to you being here.

( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m okay to be guilty for tricking you out of an early morning class.  So so okay.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Alright!  I’m leaving now.  See you soon since there’s going to be no traffic whatsoever at this hour.  If you get bored, you’re more than welcome call me while I’m on the way.

elliott.

“Blaine…” He looked so determined, so set that this wedding was all fine, and Elliott didn’t understand how he was ignoring it all crumbling around them so drastically. Everything was going wrong, the whole wedding idea was in shambles, and Blaine just seemed to not be able to admit it. Elliott didn’t want to make him see it, but he had to, for everyone’s sake, Blaine had to accept it wasn’t working out.

“You and I both know he’d be talking about it non-stop…Come on, don’t keep lying to yourself.” He said it in a soft voice, like when you break bad news to a child. He lent forwards a little too, posture lax and hopefully not seeming overly invasive, while remaining firm.

Blaine’s brows rose towards his hairline as he glanced up from the coffee lid he busied himself fiddling with at the sound of his name.  The expression on Elliott’s face and the tone he said it in revealed everything he was about to say before the man said a word.  –Don’t.  Just..don’t.– But it was too late and there it was.  The truth delivered feather soft that hit him like a punch to the stomach instead.  His fingers that were stuck hovering in crooked angles above his coffee cup flexed and curved on the way to Blaine palming his mouth, thumb dragging hard over one corner on on the way past.  What was he supposed to say?  When Elliott was only trying to pull his blinders off when Blaine would argue until he was blue in the face that there were none? 

Even if he saw what Elliott was so gently pointing out repeatedly before and during this conversation?  Saying it outloud or acknowledging it only made it–real.  Ignoring what you fear most is easier if you just pretend it doesn’t exist.  “I’m sorry, Elliott.  I know you care but–,” he was already pushing himself up trying to put the coffin nail in a conversation he didn’t want to couldn’t have. “I just–you–Kurt and I we’re fine and–.”  Deflating, Blaine gave him a deeply apologetic look as he fell a day late and a dollar short of anything that made sense.  “I can’t stop because if I don’t keep trying,” he shrugged helplessly and ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth with a light cough after to glue his voice back together.  “I have to go.”

# From Elliott-Starchild please!

CELL PHONE HEADCANONS @elliott-starchild
send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

– what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Elliott

– what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

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– what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Beetlejuice Theme by Danny Elfman. Right where the actors name’s start.  Came from a playful joke one day that Blaine compared one of Starchild’s outfits to a Tim Burton character and the two proceeded to nerd out over him and Danny Elfman.  Switches them out sometimes just for his own amusement.

– my muse’s last text to your muse:  ( mssg » elliott | sent ) Elliott?  Are you free?  I’m in the neighborhood and if you are?  Do you mind me coming by?

tina.

Smiling at the gesture, Tina turned to look at Blaine then reached over to squeeze his hand briefly. She never thought that she would be such good friends with him when they first met so long ago. it was funny how time changes things and where she ended up because of different decisions made. She pushed those thoughts away when he started speaking again. “I’m flattered that you think so highly of me. You’re probably the only person who thinks positively of me right now.” She had to admit that her attitude this year wasn’t the greatest but she felt justified after everything she went through for the first three years she was at McKinley. “Your support means a lot to me, Blaine. That really does sound nice, like really nice. I just don’t think that person goes to McKinley though. If you have any out of the box ideas though, I’m more than willing to listen.” After her relationships with Artie and Mike, she wasn’t feeling so confident in her ability to find a lasting relationship. Though, she was in her last year so just to have someone to share the year with and be intimate with would be fantastic.

“Tina?  If there’s one thing you can always rely on?  That’s going to be that you have my support.  No matter what.  Okay?  Even if we don’t agree on whatever it is?  You mean so much to me and that’s never going to change.”  As suburban Lima–okay in such a small town everything was suburban–became a blur of pretty lawns and old houses mixed with more modern ones moving past the windows, Blaine kept his eyes on the road but his attention on Tina giving her a glance now and then.  One look–in particular–was soft and sad.  He hated thinking she felt like she’d be alone for the rest of the year.  The idea hit home too deep and where he deserved to feel that way?  Tina definitely didn’t.  With a sniff and a clearing of his throat–his smile came back and so did the lightness of his tone.  “Maybe outside glee club has a better dating pool and less history of drama?  We could always expand your dating horizons. Introduce you to some Dalton guys?  Or.  I hear there are plenty of cute ones in Vocal Adrenaline?”  That last one was a tease delivered with a huff of a laugh to make her chuckle. There was no way in hell he’d help hook up his best friend with one of those guys.

tina.

Tina couldn’t help laughing to herself because Blaine really made it too easy some times. “Careful Blaine, you keep looking like that and you’re face will get stuck like that. And we can’t have that, now can we?” Nodding her head, she didn’t have a problem with him driving. “Just let me drop my stuff at my car first since I won’t be able to get back in here later.” Or she shouldn’t be able to anyways. She didn’t want to go through with the hassle though. At the comment about the vampire movie, Tina rolled her eyes at him. “You weren’t even around when Principal Figgins accused me of being a vampire and banned the clothing I chose to wear. Though…..,” she started smirking, “I did use that to my advantage to get my way…….twice.” Scaring the principal to get out of taking gym class was one of her favorite moments even if it wasn’t quite ethical. Tina was sure Quinn and Santana had done worse so she wasn’t going to feel bad about it.

“I might not have been around to hear it but I heard about it,” with a slight thunk, his chin rested on her shoulder as he put on the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes he could muster up.  Which–considering this was Blaine–was a pretty impressive pair.  “Please don’t suck my blood and turn me into one of the undead.  I only wanted to surprise you.  Yes,” he hummed and rocked his head back and forth, “My methods might’ve been off and I might’ve purposefully taunted you a little just to see your reaction but!  Unlike Principal Figgins?  I would always fight for your right to wear whatever you want.  Show your true colors.  Even if they’re in the color pallette of Wednesday Addams on Prom Day.”  Wow.  He sounded like Kurt just then.  Thankfully–he didn’t notice it or it would have been the death of his ear to ear smile that only recently returned thanks to the girl he was leaning on and a certain blonde that was MIA.  “Kidding!  Love you Queen T,” and with a quick peck to her cheek–Blaine was off her shoulder and tugging her down the hall by her hand at a faster pace since they had to stop by her car then get coffee and he didn’t want to be late. Plus–leaving school for the day was always a great feeling.  “Should we get dinner after?  We could always go to this cool diner near the theater if you want.  It’s inside an old train car and probably one of my favorite places ever.”