// Yes! Looks like my plan of wooing you enough that you wanna claim me has finally worked! My mission here is complete. I have won the internet game! In all seriousness? Mwa and right back atcha, babe!
sam: oh sam: i see sam: thats sam: do u still have a crush on me?
blaine: Good. Because I don’t want to repeat it if I’m making a total fool of myself right now. blaine: I wouldn’t know if I’d call it a crush. I mean.. What would you say if I said yes? Or that I had feelings for you? Or that I really don’t want you finding some random guy to do that with because it sort of makes me wonder why it can’t be me? blaine: I guess I should let you talk. Sorry.
// Awwww!!! Thank you so much for sending this when you did. I appreciate it so much! I’m so glad I met someone as wonderful as you via the grpc! Hope you have a fantastic day. You deserve millions of them, okay??
// I don’t really have an icon or anything I want to use for this post but I just wanted to let my partners know that I apologize for kinda dropping off the face of the Earth for the last few days and thank you guys for being amazing. Under the cut is why but please be warned that it contains some depressing news and I don’t want my mood to dampen anyone else’s who might just be here to escape their own bad stuff.
On the third, I had to put my baby girl Ezra to sleep. She passed away in my arms and I’m not dealing too well with it yet. But I wanted to thank the people who wrote me after Marcel’s request to send me love the day it happened and thank all of you for being wonderful as always.
I’m trying to get some mojo back to get my mind off things. If anyone’s up for chatting on Skype or kik, I can send you the info. Thanks for being in my life. Even if we don’t chat or rp and are just mutuals. Your posts and writing have been getting me through the quietest parts of the night and those are the worst. I’ll be lurking and drafting some stuff to not focus on what’s in my head right now. Much love.
“You’re talking way too fast; I have no idea what you’re trying to tell me.”
“Yeah–oh. Let me try again? I know it might be silly and totally out of left field but the school is hosting one of those Fall hayrides after the game on Saturday. I was curious. If you’re free? Would you want to go–? Sorry I said that in two seconds the first time. Remembering to breathe works wonders–I guess?”
Hunter was for the first time in what felt like forever, unprepared for betrayal. For once he hadn’t seen it coming. So the pain was overwhelming. He wasn’t just angry, he was devastated. Not only was Blaine becoming his friend, but he was basically the only person he’d befriended in years. Which was especially strange seeing as he couldn’t imagine the other ever understanding him. The impossible is always just that much more tempting to achieve. This backstabbing changed everything. It would teach him never to trust another so called friend. Then again he’d said those words before. He once believed he’d never put faith in anyone. Blaine really was an expert at breaking people. A skill far crueler than simple villainy.
The rise && fall of his chest mirrored Blaine’s. It was clear that his acting out was not acceptable to the other Warbler. Or new captain as he fought so hard to become. The anger Hunter expelled was not being taken lightly. Seeing the fire he felt reflect in Blaine’s eyes only made him more sure of his wrong doing. Hunter grit his teeth in frustration when his wrists were captured. With a few unsuccessful tugs it became known that Blaine had a lot of secret strength. Something almost admirable, if he wasn’t so furious with him. “You’re taking them! You’re ruining everything.” The words were shallow under his breath as he moved in close, hovering in the most intimidating way possible without access to his fists. “You should know that this team is all that I have! I’m sure you’re rather observant! How could you let me TRUST that you were my friend if you were plotting against me this whole time? At least when I hurt people, it’s crystal clear what I’ve done. Not jaded && sneaky like your little plan. Think you’ve won? Think you have the world if you knock me down? Then do it. Take away everything, just so you can parade around as a savior. We both know that’s what they all want. I knew it was too good to be true.” His final words faded to a whisper as he felt tears stinging his eyes. He held himself tall through it, knowing much better than to break in front of the enemy. With whatever strength he could muster he shoved, in hopes of getting his wrists freed && receiving whatever was coming to him.
Blaine’s hold on Hunter’s wrists only strengthened when the other boy began to go off on him again. Letting go would be a huge mistake. One that might end up with a swing in his direction judging by the outburst and the way it was escalating. If that were to happen? Blaine wasn’t sure what he would or could do to stop it. And it was a mess he didn’t want to be faced with. “I’m not trying to take anything away from you, Hunter!” Without realizing it–Blaine was beginning to shout back. Yes. Shout. The normal patient tone of his voice was hardening the more defensive be became. “If you think that’s happening, it isn’t because of me manipulating them. I told you I wouldn’t do something like that!” Hunter towering over him didn’t seem to frighten or even intimidate Blaine. There was an underlying confidence in the smaller Warbler that said he wasn’t going to allow himself to cower over a height difference. Not in this situation where Hunter was rapidly spiraling out of control. He had other means of defending himself that didn’t rely on posture or standing over someone. Further proved by the unwavering grip he kept on Hunter rendering him the one in control of the other if it came to him needing to be.
“They’re free to think on their own, you know? Have you bothered to ask them what they want? Have you?! I’m doing nothing but listening to them, Hunter. And being their friend like I always was. That’s it. I haven’t plotted against you. Honestly? Is that the person you think I am?” With the second shove–Blaine stumbled back one step and caught his footing on the second but he let Hunter’s wrists go and put his in the air in front of his shoulders, palms facing Hunter and elbows pointed towards the floor. Turning their argument into an outright fist fight was the last thing he wanted. But he wouldn’t tuck his chin down, wouldn’t look away or break their eye contact. Not until Hunter calmed down. Speaking of which–Blaine’s nostrils flared but a sigh parted his thinly pressed together lips. Dropping his voice into a forced calm that belied his pounding heart–Blaine made a final attempt to bring things down a notch. “I thought you knew me better and trusted me more than that.”
// I miss you so much I brought out my netflixandchill.png. Is it working? Come love me! Like..now! PS. Those icons made me flail way too much for 2 am!
mcthingtwo replied to your post “mason xoxo totally anon you have no idea who this is yep”
KISS HIM, BLAINE. KISS HIM REAL GOOD.
// Wait! Did you just say make out session with Mason?
// Ooo. You did! Sign. Blaine. Up! He’s gon kiss him reaaaaaaaaaaal good.
What was the big deal with those Warbler guys anyway? Everyone around Dalton was so cheerfully talking about them that nearly made Connor sick to his stomach with so many talks about the guys. Not like they were a stripper group or anything. All they did was sing and they were named after a freaking bird! But boy – were they popular. Especially this one creature called Blaine Anderson. He seemed to walk in clouds and sing like a dream and everyone worshiped the damn floor he stepped on. What had that guy to be so special? Who was this… Blaine Anderson? Curiosity took the best of Connor and one afternoon he waited for the Warblers to finish their practice. He had to admit that they knew how to sing – but he had no need for lullabies. He just… wanted to know who this Blaine guy was and what was about them to be so special. So when the Warblers left, all of them bidding Blaine their goodbyes, Connor slithered his way inside the room and closed the doors behind him.
There he was. Bending over a piano and Connor had to tilt his head for a better view. Now he got it. Everyone was after Blaine cause his ass in those pants looked absolutely divine! And that wasn’t any easy feat since the uniform pants were plain horrible. But there he was. Big brown eyes and a gelmet head and… was he really that short? Did he somehow stepped into Middle Earth and ended up meeting with a freaking Hobbit? Definitely the ass. That had to be the only reason why people liked him. Maybe his voice too but Connor wasn’t interested in hearing him sing – unless it was while he made a work out of that ass. A Hobbit with a great ass. Fuck. The world was coming to a fucking end if he actually contemplated it. Heck, Blaine seemed like the sort of guy that would need a stool to look intimidating. But he did had a great ass.
“So you’re Blaine Anderson. THE Blaine Anderson. You’re a long way from Middle Earth, aren’t you?”
Blaine decided to stay behind after a late running Warblers practice and make his night even longer so he could and take advantage of the piano to practice on. There were others inside the Music Room but this one was his favorite. A gift to the Warblers by an alumni who was–also–part of the team more than fifty years ago. Imported from Italy and carrying a price tag that had to be close to a year or more’s tuition. The instrument was a masterpiece and meticulously kept in perfect condition by the Orchestra teacher himself–who was struggling to figure out the culprit was occasionally putting shoe imprints on top of it. Granted, those miraculously stopped happening since a chance late night encounter like this one had him and Blaine crossing paths long enough that he could ask the young Warbler if he had any clue who might be jumping on the thing.
Blaine had ‘no idea!’. But the imprints stopped abruptly.
Except maybe one or two more times. Not that the coincidence went unnoticed by the teacher who gave him knowing glances when they appeared after their conversation.
Tonight–the piano was propped open and footprint free. Blaine tinkered around with notes he struggled to pin down. Frustrated he couldn’t get a full bar of music he wanted to play out–he stood to stretch slender arms, wriggle his fingers loose and bend over so he could leaf through the pages of the song book resting on the bench. One pointer hooked in his tie to loosen it when he stiffened hearing a voice come out of nowhere. Clearly caught off guard–he didn’t hear Connor enter. Or the door close. Blaine did–however–hear what he said. Taking in a deep breath–he straightened up and turned to look at the stranger. His cheeks were pink but he had a brow stuck in the arched position and a flustered flash of a smile was his first response to the greeting. If you call it that.
“Excuse me? Lord of the Rings reference. Nice. I’m more of a Star Wars kind of fan myself but–hey–to each his own. Can I help you with something?”
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