like he should do, he dropped everything when the bell rang. the paramedic in charge of ambulance sixty one was in his shotgun seat in record time and once his partner was in they sped off. the nature of the call was a man in distress. he knew that could be anything so nick was prepared. they pulled up to the house, a small grey structure that was fenced in on south homan avenue.
“ paramedics!” he called out once they got to the door. a child opened the door and he rushed in. the paramedic that was expecting everything wasn’t expecting what he saw inside. “ blaine? ”
The night started out relatively harmless (as far as the definition of ‘harmless’ can go in the Gallagher household) with Blaine waving off anything stronger than a beer and Carl mentioning something about a stick being somewhere a stick should never be and how Blaine liked it there too much. Lip telling his brother to ‘shut the fuck up’ and..well..the usual that made Blaine grow weirdly fond of the family. They were functionally dysfunctional (mostly) and it was a strange dynamic to watch. Their highs were high. Their lows were rock bottom but they always endured. More than his family back in Westerville with deep pockets and ‘perfect lives’ ever had.
Rock bottom. He thought he saw them hit it before. Lip told him he had no idea. Until tonight..he fully understood what he thought was their low was nothing in comparison to.. Ian. Staggering in with a blood smeared mouth and nose ranting so fast that nothing he said made sense. His knuckles were dirty, scraped open and his eyes were so gone Blaine wasn’t sure he’d ever get what he looked like out of his head.
“Just help him, he’s been like that for an hour. Please,” Blaine stood clenching his phone in a white knuckled vice grip. Seeing Lip back away and shout the same thing he said–he barely caught a vaguely familiar voice saying his name. His face went blank when their eyes met.
Glasz hues danced with amusement before Kurt let out another muffled laugh, bodies inched significantly closer and hands left to roam freely underneath the covers as he continued to take in each and every inch of his boyfriend’s still sleepy ( yet unsurprisingly adorable ) post-coital existence. There was something different about him. A renewed level of ease, oozing confidence. His face positively radiant — full of bliss now that they had officially reached that next step in their relationship. ❛ Shouldn’t you be running lines with Rachel? ❜ The corners of Kurt’s mouth tugged up mischievously as cold fingers traced the back of his boyfriend’s bare shoulder, fairly positive running lines with Rachel Berry was sure to be the farthest thing from her Tony’s mind despite it already being the second day of their McKinley wide musical performance. The same fingers that had dug at that exact same spot and caused Blaine to utter sounds unlike anything Kurt had ever experienced from anyone before; part of him wondering when would be considered too soon to request a do-over as Blaine didn’t seem to think twice about bringing their proximity even closer.
❛ Blame living under the same roof as one Burt Hummel, ❜ he quietly mouthed, an apologetic smile quick to take over the taller male’s features as his expression softened. Much as Kurt had willed his body to go back to sleep and wake up at the appropriate hour, growing up the sole caretaker within a two man household for almost a decade waking up before the usual 7am alarm had simply become a part of the usual Hummel weekend routine. Especially with a dad who typically preferred your stereotypical not-at-all healthy or nutritious bacon and eggs for breakfast.
❛ Nothing noteworthy, I promise. ❜
There was no possible way that Blaine’s eyes could fill with any more stars than the galaxies of happiness already in them. The invisible hearts floating around his head were, no doubt, a blur of pink and red the size of a flock of birds going South for the winter. A look nothing less than completely absorbed in every tiny detail of Kurt’s face made the dancing shades of hazel and gold go owlishly round and he hinged on every passing second where the reality of last night rushed back sending ripples of chills and ribbons of warmth tangling through his limbs right after. Kurt barely had to do a thing to make it all happen over and over. Even something as small as a blink or the way his lips curled when he smiled. The touch that lingered over his shoulder where it was still sensitive and he swore a ghost of Kurt’s sigh, sweet and overwhelming, from their night together danced over the shell of his ear. He was smitten before. But now? Blaine Anderson was simply just..SUNK. And made no effort or foresaw any real need in the future to try to get back to the surface either.
“Rachel can wait. I’m sure she’ll understand. Nothing noteworthy? Good..” Blaine whispered as long fingers came up to trace the line of Kurt’s cheekbone before feathering a graze of fingertips through his hair so he could cup the back of his head and pull him in for another kiss. The way Kurt looked at him made it impossible not to give into the urge. Not that Blaine was complaining about the need that pooled in his belly anyway. Their lips touched. Soft and tender with a hum and a smile Kurt could feel against his lips before every word that followed was spoken against them. “Kurt? I swear I’m always going to love you as much as I do right this second. Never any less and only impossibly more. If that’s even somehow possible.”
A sheepish, cheeky grin puffed up his cheeks and wrinkled his eyes at their corners. “Not sure if it is but I guess we all need goals, right?”
couples where one has to stand on tippy toes to kiss the other
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couples where one has to bend down to kiss the other
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// I need more girls in Blaine’s life.
This is just an observation. Bring them to me. They don’t have to be Glee muses either. Multis welcome as always. Just gimme more ladies. Pls and thnx.
Elliott rather felt like he was waiting for an answer for something far more serious, like his University responses – not a yeah or no from a guy in a bathtub playing with bubbles.
Yet it felt like it meant to the world to get an answer, unfamiliar anxiety bubbling in his chest and making him wish Blaine would just TALK already. And when he finally did, it was the answer Elliott wanted to hear. NEEDED to hear, and shirt be damned, he rose up again to lean over to Blaine, lips finding lips.
The kiss wasn’t meant to lead on to other things, but it wasn’t just a gentle peck – it was something Elliott put a lot of his feelings into, the love and affection and perhaps too much ADORATION all balled together into one action.
And then there was assurance, pulling back and cupping Blaine’s face with both hands, wanting him to understand just how serious Elliott as being.
“Everyone makes mistakes Blaine, even me. I mean did you SEE the haircut I had in high school?” An attempt at humour, paired with a slight laugh escaping Elliott, lightening the mood that little bit more. “I know you can’t help it, but you don’t need to worry so much. I UNDERSTAND.” And with that he dipped his hand into the water, flinging a handful of bubbles at Blaine’s face with a playful sort of giggle, rocking back out of the way to try and avoid getting any thrown BACK at him.
There. He’d said it. Now, there was no taking it back. All he could do was hope that Elliott was satisfied with the answer and that he said what the other was wanting to hear. Lingering in the state of limbo where he bit his bottom lip and carefully watched for any hint of what might come next made seconds feel like hours. Was that too much? Did he promise just enough?
Suddenly, Elliott (in complete disregard for his clothing) was leaning in and their lips found one another’s and he found the reaction he was hoping for. And them some. His breath left him in one long sigh through his nose and reassurance flooded in. All from a simple peck.
Wet fingers curled around both of Elliott’s wrists as he held his face. The touch soothed his nerves, kept his attention focused on the pair of eyes he was looking into and his thoughts remained grounded. Even when his eyelids dropped down to cover his eyes as a rush of tension left him in a puff of air and a moment of stillness flooding in, he nodded. “Thank you..”
“I know. It doesn’t mean I like making them. Trust me. I’ve been pretty good at making some rather big ones in the last few years. It’s hard not to stop this feeling of dread that it’s going to happen–HEY!”
Interrupted by bubbles (thank goodness), a laugh broke free. Rays of sunshine parted the clouds that darkened his eyes and brightened up his features to a broad smile and the sparkle, not only in shades of hazel, the kind that seemed to orbit around him no matter where he went (whether self-created or not) that’d drained returned. Swatting tickling puffs of white off his nose, he cracked up laughing as he splashed a mixture of water and suds back at the jerk who decided to make this into a bubble war and was already trying to retreat! Oh! It was on!
// You have no idea how mutual the feeling is. Oh my goodness. I adore your face. Like ALMOST as much as I adore Cooper’s in that icon I made special for you. Which is ALOT. Jk. Yours is still my fav. Your talent and sweetness know no boundaries. I’m so glad @avcntgarde introduced us. You are SO stuck with me now.
He looks at the other incredulously, brow furrowed. Was he really WHINING right now? Oh, he hadn’t even given him a full dose; this was Bender LITE compared to what he could dish up and serve.
❝ Hey, KID—consider yourself lucky. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t associate with likes of you in the first place. ❞
Speechless for a second–Blaine’s mouth dropped open and then clamped back shut. If this was Bender’s way of expressing CARING for someone? Should he be thankful? Or suspicious? Both was around about what of summing his feelings up.
“Uhm? Thank you, I guess? Have you ever thought about, you know, changing your approach up a bit? Could be only me. But? It was kind of hard to pluck caring out of that line.”
⭐️ We don’t rp, but I desperately wish we did ☀️ I want to rp with you, but I’m not sure how
// Hey you! I’m up for plotting and getting something off the ground. If you don’t know how, maybe we can figure things out together! Feel free to message me now that I’m back in the swing of things (mostly) and we can go from there! Thanks for sending this in!
“Sebastian. That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about. Kurt has his quirks and routines. They just h-help make him the unique person..he..is..” Sebastian was doing that THING again. You know? That thing. The one where he ends up tangling Blaine’s tongue to the point he was sure if he stuck it out? It’d be in a knot. Or several.
Stuttering to catch up, Blaine swallowed and felt like his face had become the surface of the sun all in a blink. God, he hated it when he got this behind on the banter game. It was almost impossible to get back to Sebastian’s speed. Then Sebastian trashed his efforts with that name. Onethat made Blaine’s insides flip for reasons he’d rather not think about. “You really said that..? Put it right out there like that.. Just.. Wow. Right when I thought you couldn’t amaze me more than two seconds ago? You, somehow, manage to pull it off.”
Standing in the cold, the twenty five year old woman was trying to hail down a cab. Annaleigh hated being out this late at night – especially in a large city like this one. She may have been used to being out at these late hours, but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. You never knew what kind of weirdos you’d run into at about 2:30 in the morning. Still, it wasn’t like she’d had a choice in the matter. She’d had to work another late shift at the bar and at the moment the single mother was willing to take whatever shifts were offered to her. They needed the money and she was going to do whatever it took to make sure her son had a better life.
A gasp escaped from the woman’s lips when she felt a body collide with her’s. Living in a large city like this, it was easy to run into people, she was just surprised that this had happened at such a late hour. Then again, it was late and kind of hard to see in some places, despite the very bright street lamps and other lights illuminating the city. Had it been any other time of day, Annaleigh may have yelled at the stranger, but considering how late it was and how tired she was, she would let this slide. “It’s alright.”she mumbled.
Annaleigh turned her attention to the recently stopped cab. She was greatful that he was willing to let her use this cab. However, she didn’t want him to have to go back to where he’d come from at such a late hour. “Why don’t we just share this one?”she suggested. She didn’t mind sharing a cab with the kind stranger. Besides, it wasn’t like she had any where important to be. Her son Tommy was sleeping over at a friend’s house so she didn’t have to worry about picking him up at such a late hour anyway.
Blaine blinked in surprise at the offer. He’d expected a ‘thank you’, the door slamming and watching the tail lights (and his quickest way home) disappear off into the New York City night while he tried to find an Uber so he didn’t have to stand out here and freeze again. Getting back into the theater was relatively easy enough and he was already taking a step up onto the sidewalk before turning to give the woman a stunned, awestruck smile. “Y-Yeah. That’d would be–,” his eyebrows screwed up and he gave her an ‘are you sure’ look. “If it isn’t too much trouble?
“It’s freezing. Sorry. Yes. Thank you so much.” Skipping back down off the curb, he smiled gratefully and opened the door for her motioning inside with an usher-like wave of his hand complete with half-bow at the waist. “Your carriage, ma’am.” The cabbie rolled his eyes but Blaine was blissfully unaware of that. Waiting until she was inside, he climbed in after and closed the door. “You can be the first stop. I don’t mind.” Half-gloved fingers tugged his scarf a little higher up on his neck to help speed up chasing off the wintery chill outside.
“I’m Blaine, by the way.” Probably should have introduced himself first. But? In his defense, it was after two in the morning and he’d gone into work at ten the previous morning with only a pitstop home for a couple hours before it got dark outside. His brain surpassed tired and was running on the last drops of midnight oil he had left. “Thanks again. I really didn’t want to go back into work and my bed is practically screaming my name.” The woman was a saint for going out of her way and being kind. Yes, that’s right, a saint.
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