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kurt.

Kurt couldn’t help but giggle a little at the way Blaine’s eyebrows went down, feeling his heart leap and do flips at the way it made the other boy look so cute, so handsome, so… God, he was going to have to control himself or he was going to melt into a puddle at this point, and he couldn’t do that. As soon as Blaine’s hand reached for him, he returned the favor, slipping his hand gracefully into the other’s. It felt perfect, and Kurt held back a tiny whimper at just how right it felt, like his hand belonged in Blaine’s, that he belonged there, following after him.

“An impromptu performance sounds perfect,” He stated, then turned red and quickly babbled, “I mean, for an excuse of course. Not that it’s going to be a performance or anything, obviously and that’s not what I meant at all. I mean, not that I would mind but that sounds dirty and I really didn’t mean it that way and just…” He stopped and cleared his throat and quickly added, “Maybe one day we can sing together, right? I mean, I would like that, if you would, but… yes, one class missed won’t be bad at all.”

Blaine felt his breath catch–hazel eyes brightly twinkling as they were drawn towards the sight of pale skin contrasting the more olive of his own. He stared–only for a moment–then blinked rapidly to knock himself back to the present rather than stay frozen in time when such a simple gesture made everything else come to a stop. “G-Great.! Glad you agree on the excuse!” Only a handful of seconds that left him with an awestruck, blank expression that quickly morphed into a cheeky grin and quiet laugh. Whatever that was–Blaine kept hold of Kurt’s hand even as he shifted around and it meant he had to tuck his arm over Kurt’s and hold the other boy’s against his side. He wasn’t going to let it go for anything. Not even Kurt babbling to try and get out what was on his mind. Especially not then.

Their shoulders touched as he swerved them around a corner towards a long hallway with a set of double doors at the end but came to a pleasantly surprised stop. Kurt wanted to sing with him? Of course the answer was–. “Yes. Yes, I’d love that. Whenever and wherever you want,” his thumb made a circle against the side of Kurt’s hand and he had to remind himself where they were going. A shake of his head and a bashful smile to the ceiling later–they were on their way. “Promise not to judge me too hard for what I’m about to do,” with his free hand–he dug out a small keyring from his bag and stopped by the doors. “This was given to me by Wes. No, I didn’t steal it.” He fully planned on taking Kurt’s hand again but had to let it go to hold the handle and quickly unlock the door to reveal a dusty set of stairs. “I’m not sure how on limits this place is but no one’s chased us out yet so–.” Taking Kurt’s hand back–Blaine lead him inside and let the door close behind them checking to see if Kurt was okay to follow with a questioning ‘you okay with this’ blink.

elliott.

“Seriously?” Elliott laughed – it was nice to think that somebody missed him like that at any rate, even if it was a little odd. Then, they were all a little odd if he was perfectly honest with himself, so he wasn’t judging. “I’m sorry for depriving her of her Elliott then.” He said, hand moving in front of his face to stipple more laughter.

“Okay – I mean stop me if you don’t want my opinion,” Elliott waited a beat, and when there was no objection he ploughed on with what he was saying. “You guys are good – you make a good couple, but you’re too young.” He was fairly blunt with what he was saying – he’d said that about there relationship before, but ultimately decided they worked out well despite being young. But getting married? Elliott just felt it was too soon to work out, especially when they already had issues like needing space away from each other as it was.

Blaine expected him to be honest. Elliott always was. However? He didn’t expect to hear that. Owlish eyes barely blinked and his mouth hung partially open before he could take the advice in a more eloquent manner. What was he supposed to say? Elliott always seemed to be a big supporter of him and Kurt. When Kurt went to Elliott for advice–he’d even stood up for him and tried to help Kurt find a happy medium they could both live with. Even after he showed up at Elliott’s apartment to accuse him of trying to steal Kurt away–Elliott continued to give him patience to the point he did everything he could to calm him down. Yeah, to say Blaine didn’t see this coming was an understatement of a pretty considerable calibur.

“Oh,” he finally quipped in slamming his mouth shut as he averted his gaze to the side and crossed his arms over his chest. “Right. I thought–.” A breath was drug in with a hitch like he’d forgotten to take one while mulling things over. “I didn’t think–. When did your opinion change,” he asked with a smooth calm to cover up the knot in his stomach. “I–. When did we become too young? I thought you supported us. Sorry. I’m just really lost here, Elliott,” his smile came and went quick. Another hint that he wasn’t as okay with Elliott’s disapproval as he was pretending–with his strained words faked softness when they shook underneath–to be.

sebastian.

By no means was Sebastian’s home dirty. Hell, his family had a team of maids that routinely cleaned it and kept it perfect. Still, Sebastian felt the need to do something to it. In the time that he killed before Blaine arrived he got quite a bit accomplished. He showered, did his hair, put some scented candles out (his favorite being between Jasmine and Vanilla). Sebastian was slightly anxious for some reason. He’d never show it beyond a subtle bite of the lip but he sure felt it right now. What in the hell was he feeling anxious for? It was literally Blaine Anderson. Well, that’s his reason partially.

This was one of the rare moments that Sebastian could be seen without his Dalton uniform. A thin shirt hung off his thin frame with a nice pair of pants to match. A genuine smile subtly formed at his lips when he saw Blaine. “Blaine,” he winked at him. “That’s perfect. Super cute that you brought me some food and my coffee order. If I’d have known better, I’d have thought you were trying to wine and dine me,” Sebastian teased. “Come on in.” Stepping aside he began to walk through the foyer that led to the rest of his home. “So, we have some options. We can order out some food now and let it get here in about thirty minutes to an hour. Or, we could cook something up together. And we can either hang out in the living room or up in my room. Up to you, handsome.”

Blaine tucked his chin down to hide his smile at the wink. A smirk, however, was plastered on when he glanced back up wishing he had one hand free to rub the itch on his neck. No such luck for that need for fidgeting to be quelled. He only had his wit to keep up with the taller boy who had a quicksilver tongue and the ability to make Blaine’s rendered absolutely full of lead too heavily to make it work properly. “You wish..” Oh wait. Sebastian probably did wish. Strike One on making his words work without choking. “I mean–no. Maybe I was taught better than to show up to someone else’s house empty handed?” He drew in a breath first and followed Sebastian through the foyer taking a curious glance–but not so nosily that it was rude–around.

The house was gorgeous. It was a lot like his. Perfectly polished antique and old money. You could feel it in the way it surrounded you with just the edge of warmth but was too pristine to sink down to your bones. Or that’s how Blaine always felt about his own and was broadcasting it onto Sebastian’s unfairly. Yeah, probably. The scent of flowers and vanilla as they walked further in created a calming feeling contradicting his previous thought. So much for judging a book by it’s cover. Then again? A lot of people did the same towards Sebastian, too. Oh, Sebastian gave them plenty enough reasons. Blaine just liked to consider himself one of the few who saw past the raunchy jokes and over-self confidence. So far? No one would agree with him but he figured, so far, he was right? “I’d love to cook. I’ve had enough take out this week to last a lifetime. Parents have been gone and there’s no reason to cook for just me–. Um–what? Wherever works. Downstairs might be easier while we’re cooking..”

wickedtown:

blaine devon anderson

who’s naked?!?!

( mssg » blaine | sent ) You and Santana are nude at the bridge?! Blaine, put your clothes back on right now. I’m on my way now, leaving the house now. Just stay there and i’ll get you. Then we’re going to go home, get you in the shower, and put you to bed.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Nakehd?! what? Whoe said thye were naked? lmy clothes are on! i saaid we’re under tihe bridge singing..nevermind! ouer clothecs are on our bodies. that i can wpromise you.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) what ilf i don’t want to go to bed? maybe i wanna get frisky. e>:)

afternoon visit. @smirkingsmythe

Knocking felt completely redundant seeing as how as soon as he pulled up to the house–Blaine sent Sebastian a text letting him know he was outside. The drive wasn’t too far. They lived close to one another and he left quickly considering no one was home to say goodbye to. Even a pitstop at Starbucks didn’t tack too much time on. He didn’t want to show up empty handed. So? Sebastian’s favorite coffee–considering it was what he ordered every time they were in a coffee place together–and something for himself would do. Oh! A bag with two brownies inside hung against the cup in his left hand.

Plus, it helped him not feet as guilty for the reason he was here if he made it a ‘stop and hang out’ sort of deal. Rather than a ‘stop and help the Warblers with a play list to possibly beat your own Glee Club if you pick just the right songs and they blow the socks off the judges’ kind. God, Sebastian better make good on his promise. Or he was going to feel awful trying to explain this away to Kurt and a dozen betrayed friends who would never forgive him. Hazel eyes looked up as the door swung open and Sebastian appeared. “Hello, Sebastian.” Blaine smiled after a brief pause where all he did was feel the temperature on his cheeks kick up a notch. Why’d that happen every single time when he first saw him? It was frustratingly embarrassing. “I didn’t know what else to bring so? I brought–um–,” he lifted the cups up, “caffeine and chocolate.”

dave.

[text » » blaine ] Don’t worry, you can keep me as long as you want, preferably you keep me for awhile 😛 We should watch that movie though.
[text » » blaine ] I do know that. I know that really well, and honestly, I’m doing everything in my power to do the same for you.

( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m glad we agree because I plan on it. We should watch that movie! I’m voting it in for our next movie night!
( mssg » dave | sent ) You are doing the same for me. In leaps and bounds. You’re one of the kindest people I know, Dave. I’m just lucky you popped into my life again when you did.

kurt.

Shit. This wasn’t how the evening was supposed to go. Kurt looked up at Blaine from where he was sat on the floor and felt an embarrassed blush rise on his cheeks. This didn’t look bizarre at all… “Um..” His eyes flickered between his roommate and the still burning feather between his fingers- Kurt blew out that flame first, followed by the candle.

Thank god he wasn’t doing anything actually important…

“I’m- it’s nothing! Really just something to um…” Nope, no excuses come to mind. An odd smelling candle sure, but using it to burn things, the straw sitting beside him waiting to be added to the flame, the little white notebook open with instructions, not so much. “I got nothing.” His shoulders dropped and he sighed. Kurt started to pick up his supplies, nerves just concealed while he pulls out the drawer under his bed, moves the folded blanket sitting on top to reveal the rest of his various herbs and candles and rocks, and puts away what can be used later.

Oh it looked very bizarre. That was for certain. The look of stunned, awkward ‘what did I just walk in on?’ on Blaine’s face said it all. He was trying to piece together the scene and make some sort of sense of it. Bewilderedly looking from object to object as Kurt scrambled to blow out the candle–he paused to give the panicked boy a flick of a glance. Seriously? What did he just walk in on?

Was he practicing voodoo or witchcraft or something?

“Something to—what exactly,” he palmed the look away seeing Kurt deflate and quickly feeling sorry for his initial reaction causing him to feel so self-conscious. Okay, this was weird but he didn’t need to look like he caught Kurt doing anything bad. Because this wasn’t bad, was it? “Yeah. I got nothing either. Sorry. I just didn’t expect– Wow! That’s a lot of stuff.” Wherever he was going with this, the display that Kurt pulled the blanket away to reveal kind of zapped that thought. Inching closer–Blaine rested his hand on Kurt’s shoulder to get his attention. “So–that’s what that weird smell was,” he gave him a nervous little laugh trying to get the point across to not be so embarrassed. He just had questions is all. But would keep them to himself until Kurt didn’t want to go hide under a rock.

norma.

the majority of norma’s time was spent trying her best to
go unnoticed, and for the most part – it had kind of worked.
she gave a small nod of gratitude as the boy began helping
her, placing the books gently back onto the table in a far more
stable pile. norma smiled, albeit still a little sheepishly, at
his words, laughing quietly as she nodded in agreement.
she stood up and reached into her pocket to grab a notepad
and pen, scribbling quickly before turning it around so that
blaine could see the word.

– thanks –

A warm smile was given to the girl he only really knew the
name of. Honestly? That was all he knew about her. Other
than she didn’t talk much. McKinley was a small school
–in Blaine’s book–and everyone knew a bit about everyone.
She was the ‘quiet girl’ and he should have said hello to her
by now seeing–by the looks of it-she didn’t have a lot of
friends. He hadn’t. Well. He could make up for that now?
Blaine echoed her laughter then leaned in to read what she
showed him. “Oh. You’re welcome. It was no trouble. Uh–
Hey! I’m going get a soda before I get some studying done,”
he thumbed over his shoulder and shrugged, “Would you like
one? My treat if you give me some company for the walk?”

elliott.

“Oh, I definitely did. Pretty guys have always been my weakness.” He laughed properly, keeping that warm smile when he was finished afterwards. “I’ve missed him too, and you of course – even Rachel a little, and she called me almost every night.” He’d skyped and called them all regularly, but it just wasn’t the same as being here with them in person.

“Sing? Singing solves everything in life.” Elliott suggested rather jokingly, before backtracking with a surprised look on his face. He had encouraged them to stay together, but he wasn’t sure marriage was the way forwards, it just seemed a little fast for them, especially when they were so young.

“I think she mentioned going through,” his chin lifted so he could make air quotes with a few twitches of his fingers, “Elliott Withdrawals so often that it should be a term in a medical dictionary by now.” Both wrists were pressed against the table and he shrugged, fingers fanning out over the surface. “I’m serious. There was even a phase where she sighed and pouted every time your name came up.” Laughing as his head shook–Blaine sat back and stretched his legs out underneath the table. Rachel ‘just missed her Elliot, okay!’ and he’d be hard pressed to say the rest of them didn’t. Because they all did.

Elliott brought a zen with him that they all lacked on various levels. Seeing him again felt good. Like that peaceful calm that he brought returned to their otherwise crazy–at most times–lives. “Singing is a good idea. But I was thinking of, you know, a day trip to Coney Island or–aren’t you from Jersey? What’s–,” he stopped mid-conversation seeing Elliott’s surprised look. A confused pout jutted out his bottom lip and he looked down at his shirt wondering if he had something on it or his face or… “Um–what? You look confused–?”