❝ i’m stealing you for best friend duties. dinner and a trashy movie or two ? oh , and if you’re wondering i’m not cooking – i was thinking maybe chinese ?❞
“ Are you reading my thoughts again? You don’t have to ask me twice. I could use some Rachel time. The trashier the movie the better, in my opinion. I’m thinking blankets on the floor, pillows all over the place and a little something of everything we want off the menu? “
( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) Could you shut the fuck up for like 5 seconds ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) No one wants to hear you belting last friday night on snapchat ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) So I definitely don’t want to hear it in person ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) I’m hungover trying to sleep and you suck. Shut up
( mssg » puck | sent ) Um. I guess I should have looked at your message before I finished that song then. ( mssg » puck | sent ) I apologize for waking you up. It’s hard to keep track of how many hangover mornings that turn into hangover-almost-noon’s before I can move around (or sing) like I live here we’re going to have this week.
( mssg » puck | sent ) I wouldn’t say I’m the only one who sucks this morning, Puck. Fine. I’ll shut up. Go back to sleep.
long-suffering sigh. “sorry if i startled you. i’m a fully compliant PDS sufferer. i’m wearing mousse & contact lenses to minimise your distress.” kieren hated every word of this bloody speech, and yet he always forgot what came next. “i … have been administered neurotriptyline recently … and will not enter a rabid state.”
Taking a walk at this time was the easiest way to avoid..well people. Discovering he wasn’t alone by the sound of someone walking up behind him? Caused the quick-to-rise-up out of instinct now panic that made him bolt up to a standing position from the stone fence he sat on, gaze averted towards the ground. “Sorry! I–!” What?Initial shock immediately shifted into there’s no way this is happening curiosity..Kieren was..? His lips parted as he finally made eye contact with someone like him for the first time since he’d been put with his parents when that placelet him go. Every detail of Kieren’s face he could see in the moonlight was studied with rapt attention before he realized he should say something. “It’s okay.. Me too..”
Finn was definitely a heavy sleeper. A heavy, UNATTRACTIVE sleeper at that. Mouth open, drooling, snoring. He definitely ticked every box, and had he not have grown closer to Blaine over the past few months, he would have been embarrassed. Luckily, he had started to hang out with Blaine a lot. He was around the house a lot to see Kurt, and Finn made the effort to get to know him. He could be his future… STEP-BROTHER IN LAW.
He grumbled a husky ‘GOOD MORNING’ as he rubbed his eyes and sat up a little. “Dang.” He cleared his throat as he woke up a little more, and took in his surroundings. “I must have fell asleep watching Alien vs Predator… Then dreamt about it..” He shook his head, and stood up from the couch and approached Blaine in the kitchen. “You know what’s so AWESOME about you and Kurt? You’re the first dudes who have ever made me breakfast. Seriously. When I crash at Puck’s, we sleep ‘till lunch time and then make some hot pockets. I don’t know if I can actually make anything besides toast. How’d you get so good at cooking?”
“Alien vs Predator, huh? I’m not sure I’d want a dream based off any of those movies. Alien or Predator.” Blaine grinned tucked his chin towards his collar with a joking grin curling the corners of his mouth, “But? That would explain the sounds I heard when I was coming down the stairs. I wasn’t sure if a human could make them. Turns out? You shattered that doubt in two seconds.” His grin grew before he took a deep breath, eyes sparkling as a silent chuckle broke free. “I’m kidding. You might have been,” his right hand lifted from his left forearm and gestured towards Finn and the sofa, “all over that thing. No Predator noises, though. Or Alien. Promise.”
“Hot Pockets at noon,” he nodded tsking wistfully as if he was disappointed he missed such a bountiful meal of microwaved cardboard contained food. “Brunch of champions. I hate to disappoint but I was thinking of pancakes, eggs, and toast?” A thumb jutted over his shoulder before he answered the question. Instead, Blaine turned towards the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder at Finn and waving for him to follow talking louder as he walked away. “I, um, just had a lot of practice. Come on. You can help me crack some eggs. Who knows? Maybe you can graduate to flipping a pancake or two.”
// fuckable-fingeringass-followings started following you
✨ I think your portrayal is on point, but it also intimidates me
// Bb!! Thank you very much! I’m so happy you love my lil bean here! Cause it makes me !!! inside. You know how I feel about your Kurt. He’s my babe! But how can I intimidate you after a year of you seeing my level of dorkiness?! You know how high it is. You crazy. Ily.
she had to give to blaine ; ever since he moved to new york he had proven to be a worthy person to hang around , most importantly , a willing partner when she was in the mood to drag someone through the mud . santana pushes him playfully in return . “ they knew exactly what they were in for the minute they asked me to entertain her when she came to visit . in my defense , i TRIED to be nice , but the minute she started dishing her RIDICULOUS diva attitude around , i couldn’t be held responsible for my actions . god knows i can’t leave her alone with you ; she might vapo – rape you again . or worse ; scented oils .”
Hazel eyes followed the tantrum throwing diva all the way to the bathroom. The door slammed and he couldn’t stop himself from cracking up to the point he had to muffle the noise with his hand clamped over his mouth. Thank God she was locked away. What came next made, even him, stumble a beat or two before he could figure out what to say. Santana went there. “How could you,” he tried to pretend to be serious, “that is a very tender subject even years later. I still can’t smell Vick’s without laughing.” He leaned in, that low-browed look faded into an uneven, sharing a secret kinda grin and his voice wobbled with held in laughter. “Kurt can’t either without teasing me. And then rolling his eyes and scrunching up his nose like he’s having a flashback of a memory he wasn’t even there for. I swear. It’s hilarious. Don’t tell him though.”
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