“I’m starving.” Easy as pie. A little casual conversation and Tate was already formally inside ; The butt of his cigarette was dropped in the gestured to planter before he stepped up on the patio behind his new found friend. “We were both kicked out, but it’s still bullshit if you ask me. He bullied me ruthlessly, day-in and day-out. Guess I just snapped one day.” Or, at least half of that story was true. Tate’s eyes peered around the foyer of his prison sentence in feigned interest of what was suppose to be a new environment. Though, in truth, Tate had grown so sick of that house it made him feel nauseous sometimes.
“People didn’t really like me there. I mean, some of it’s my own fault, I have to admit that. But I was never cruel to anybody. I guess I’m just — a little too weird for your average teenager, huh?” The blond shrugged it off with a grin, though it seemed out of place compared to his words ; This wasn’t a part that he was fabricating for the lie he un-lived. The general student body back when he did attend that school wasn’t fond of him, apparently he gave off an unnerving vibe to most. “Though I doubt anyone there remembers me anymore.”
A little casual conversation was all Tate truly needed. Even after the reason for his family’s move here, Blaine seemed to trust someone at face value alone. Giving people (and their intentions) the benefit of the doubt they they were good until he was proved wrong was how Blaine Anderson was wired. Some people tried but even they couldn’t beat it out of him. Call it a flaw or a weakness. His darkest hours might make him second guess himself. Think maybe he wasn’t capable of staying this way. But when the light came back and the clouds lifted from his thoughts (and they always lifted), the need to believe in people always seeps back in. It was doubtful it could ever be changed. Not now. Not ever.
His entire posture changed as Tate told him the reason why he was expelled. A bitter taste of knowing what that felt like churned in his stomach. Enough that it made his ever present smile twitch down to nothing. “Being different doesn’t warrant your life being made hell. I’m sorry you went through that. I know what it’s like..” He was quick shrug it off not wanting Tate to focus on the past (slippery slope and all). “That’s okay. Make new memories with new people. Let them forget you. It’s not like they matter–Oh! Kitchen’s this way,” he headed towards the hall digging his vibrating cell out from his pocket to read the message as he lead them. His face fell but he said nothing and sat it down on the counter. “I–Sorry. Uh–. Any requests?”
( sms : blaine ) You are still pretty much my best friend. ( sms : blaine ) Great. I’ll be on the lookout for a sign with my name on it. ( sms : blaine ) I should probably forward you our schedule.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Thanks.. You’re mine too, you know? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You’re underestimating me if you think a simple sign is going to suffice. Not after this long since seeing you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) That’s a good idea. I don’t want to interrupt any of your plans. Just let me know when I can steal some of your time? That’s all I could ask for.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey, Kurt? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Thank you for this.
if I follow you, it means I enjoy your character/writing but it doesn’t always mean we have to rp if you’re selective or if you have no interest. that is totally okay. i just like reading your stuff because you’re amazing.
BUT
if you want to rp, pls say something to me because i’m a literal dumbass and will just stalk you with the assumption you’re too good for me and wont ever approach.
REBLOG IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH JUMPING AROUND IN THREADS/PLOTS. sometimes it can take ages to get from point a to point b and half the fun is the journey. but sometimes it fun to explore different aspects of a plot. flashfowards, flashbacks, parts of the plot you have discussed but haven’t reached yet. It’s so fun to explore every part of a plot and have multiple threads in different places in a plot. Or sometimes different memes you sent/receive may not fit the point in the plot you are at right now, but fit a flashback or flashfoward. So reblog if you are okay with having different threads in different points in the plot.
“Oh, I don’t mind if people know I’m here but if the cops come asking me whose ass you kicked I’d rather actually not know.” he explained, a low laugh vibrating through his chest. “Come on kid.” of course, the kid with the bloody knuckles happened to have walked right up to an FBI consultant but he wasn’t going to scare him off. He needed the help.
“I’m Jason Lin.
Comment vous appelez-vous?” he asked as he lead the younger man over to a sink, running some warm water. He quickly soaked a rag in the warm water before applying it to his knuckles. “Scrapper? You don’t really look the type.”
Blaine nodded as an embarrassed wince formed crookedly across his mouth. “Sure. Sorry. This was probably the LAST thing you thought you’d have to deal with tonight.” The ache wasn’t letting up. They had to be better by morning. Missing a lesson on account of a match turned fight wasn’t something he was going to be forgiven for very easily and lying wasn’t one of his greatest talents. Most of the time.
“I’m Blaine. It’s nice to meet you, Jason. My apology for the reason why.” Blaine connected the rag in Jason’s hand and the water running in the sink to what was about to happen and readied himself. Just not enough… Gentle as the pressure was, the initial touch drew a hissed in breath between clenched teeth. “Yeah. I mean. No. Not like that. It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”
I like to call this gif “the only time you will see Blaine Anderson between a girl’s legs.”
me: I just want to point out that in the background, you can see kurt about to smack brittany’s butt with a tambourine. @pianokeysandbowties: the only way a girl will ever jingle kurt’s bells.
// Thanks!! Eeep!! You are one of the first people I talked to that played a Warbler on this site. I’m so happy we clicked right away! You’re such a dollface and I adore everything we do together. You’re just the cat’s meow and then some. Stay perfect!! Give me all the things.
It was a Monday morning – which meant Fiona had to get up and make sure Debbie, Ian. Lip and Carl were up. Fiona- with all the energy she held in the morning, crawled out of bed in her long t-shirt a pair of clean boxers from one of her brothers- she can’t remember. Fiona made her way to the boys room. Ian was already out of bed and gone, Lip and Carl were sound asleep – she shook them both up and did the same with Debbie. The quiet sound that once peacefully lingered throughout the home had been disrupted with every woken child a loud noise would eventually erupt- arguing, things being thrown about and screaming about the bathroom. Fiona made her way down the stairs and made herself a cup of coffee for before making her way to the couch
She sat on the coffee table, sipping her coffee and watching him sleep with peace before she nudged him with her foot. “You might want to wake up before Carl tries fucking with you again.” She stands, “His favorite right now is melting dolls on people.” She pauses as she makes her way back in the kitchen grabbing his cup of coffee as well.
Blaine was a mess of limbs stretched out on the couch. An orange and brown knit blanket pulled all the way up to his chin, arms slung back underneath the pillow he gripped the case of, wearing the pajama bottoms and black t-shirt Lip let him borrow. Spending the night wasn’t in the plan. The snow outside made driving impossible the night before and he stayed too long into it to try to leave. No other option than to trust the city would have the streets plowed so the kids could go to school in the morning and he could make his way back home. Oblivious to the chaos that was about to take place, a grunt caught in his throat when he was nudged awake.
“What? Already?” Brow burrowed in tired protest, his palm rubbed into the hollow of his eye socket as his chest rose with a deep inhale. One hazel eye cracked open to look over at the blurry image of Fiona sitting nearby. She came into focus and he sighed as sleep began to wear off. “That sounds horrible. Thanks for the warning,” his voice was still raspy with sleep but the smell of coffee had him sitting up and inhaling deep. “Thanks again for letting me sleep here last night,” he called out as she disappeared back into the kitchen. The blankets pooled at his waist. “Driving in that would have been even worse than Carl’s melted doll wake up call. Or maybe not now that I think about it,” came out in a mumble as he rubbed at his cheeks, nose crinkled, just thinking about it.
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