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Hudson had sheet music in front of him as he moved around the house. He’d been home alone, his mom and step-dad went back to New York to take care of some business – taking Lucy with them, and he was taking advantage of being home alone. He’d had all the emergency numbers in case anything happened. And Rachel had given him strict instructions to make sure he got his chores done. He’d been working on learning the new song for glee club while cleaning.

Brown eyes looked at the sheet music as he sat it down as he started vacuuming the living room before belting out the song that he was supposed to be doing a duet with Caroline. “I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore. When I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before. But I have a talent, a wonderful thing cause everyone listens when I start to sing,” he sang before turning off the vacuum before turning to see Blaine standing in the doorway.

“Hey, did my mom send you to check up on me?” Hudson asked running his fingers through brown locks before putting the vacuum away before walking back over to the place he set the sheet music down. “Actually I could use some help with this song. It’s a song for glee club. We’re doing it as a duet and I want to get it down. Unfortunately, my duet partner is unable to work on it today.”

Kurt and he had another two weeks left in Ohio before New York City called them back.  Rachel asked them to check in on her son and it was the least he could do.  Hudson was a great kid.  Spending time with him was one of the best perks of being his mother’s best friend.  A few bags of groceries were left on the kitchen counter and he followed the sound of Hudson’s voice.

Blaine stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed lightly over his chest.  His lopsided grin couldn’t be helped.  The longer he watched Hudson, the wider it got. Not wanting to interrupt the spectacle of a glee club rehearsal mid-vacuum sequence.  Hazel eyes twinkled as they wrinkled at their corners.  Could this kid get any cuter?  The answer was no.  Seeing him brought back memories that made his chest grow warm.

A brow jerked up when he was, finally, noticed.  “Hey!  Yes.  She did.  Just to see if you needed anything.”  Blowing out a breath as he stepped down into the living room, he pressed his lips together and hitched his shoulders.  “Sure.  Just give me a part and we can rehearse until you know you got it.  Deal?  So,” he rubbed his palms together in anticipation, “Where do we start?”

RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS

BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV   :   orthodox monasteries   ,   deep woods   ,  starry nights ,   the sound of paper being torn   ,   dimly lit rooms ,   withered roses   , an unfinished letter   , piles of books   ,   the sound of shattering glass  ,  ticking of clocks in a silent house   ,   heavy wooden furniture  ,   the air before a storm   ,   the smell of earth   ,   a crowd of people dressed in black   ,  distant murmurs   ,  emptied streets  ,   the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT  :  coldness of the skin against a blade ,  slender pale fingers   &  slightly shaking hands  ,  a red stain blooming on white fabric  ,  lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water  ,  looking out of the window into the thickening darkness  ,   a single dying candle on the table   ,   listening to one’s breath   &   counting heartbeats  ,   too many stairs   ,   the desire to be invisible   ,   a subtle memory of kind word.

THE IDIOT   :   classical statues  ,   wealth covered with dust  ,   a dark house tainted with inherited madness   ,  an unsettling feeling ,   long walks in a park   ,   useless chatter   ,   a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench   ,   a melancholic face   ,   an unexpected spring rain   ,   the joy of reading one’s favorite book  ,  the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around   ,   looking at cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops  ,   flowers brought from an early morning walk   ,  the wind caressing a girl’s hair   ,   a bowl of fruit   ,   the smell of ripe pears   ,   the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea   ,   children’s laughter coming from the garden   ,   soft sunlight   &   white curtains   ,   the sensation of velvet against skin , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor  , a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE   :   a glass of wine  ,  the brightness of  a crystal chandelier  ,  white lace   ,   a raging snow storm   ,  the sound of a door being gently closed ,   the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom   ,   indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light   ,   closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing  ,   the sweet smell of strawberries   ,  a pair of gloves left on an armchair  ,    light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA   :  the chaos of a lively city  ,   ambient jazz in expensive restaurants  ,   jumping on a moving tram   ,   the sight of moscow from the roof of a house   , yellow flowers in a vase   , leaning out of the window  ,  shelves stacked with books  ,   a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky ,  laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony  ,   colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN   : a lonely mansion  ,   reading a book in the parlor  ,  faint piano melody lingering in falling silence  ,   long evenings   ,   passing seasons   ,   discussing french novels of the moment  ,   unspoken thoughts  ,  leaning against the door frame , quickly averted glance  ,   eating a peach absent-minded  ,   bright mornings   ,  footprints in snow ,   a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS  :   birch groves   , morning mist   ,  moss-covered stones near a moor   ,   scientific books   ,   white roses   ,   cheap champagne   ,   shabby pocket-watch  ,  light-hearted irony   ,   a maladroit cello sonata   ,    freshly mowed grass   , leaving thoughts come   &   go  ,   a slow yawn   ,   picturesque plates   &   bowls filled with traditional dishes  ,   drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO  :  a strange feeling of loss ,  writing poems in a diary ,   traveling by train ,   the hesitation before touching someone’s hand   ,   the gaze of one lost in thought ,  the warmth of cinnamon   ,   a scarf brightly embellished with flowers   ,  a glass of water   ,  a threadbare jacket  ,   the tempting void  ,  the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD  :  a lone chair in an empty room  , falling blossoms  ,  old samovar  ,  the unsettling need for change  ,   a mirror reflecting full moon   ,   the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance   ,   a piano out of tune.

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SEVEN MINUTES. { ~ sam

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN
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The whole lot of them went deadly silent when the bottle spun around to the blond who happened to be the only one not wearing any sort of Dalton colors whatsoever.  Blaine had asked Sam to make another trip to Westerville for the weekend.  Their conversation the last time he visited, though he was still sleepless most nights laying in bed trying to feel and remember first hand all the things Sam told him about them, gave Blaine more hope that he still was who he was before the incident.  They’d been separated by what happened that night in the worst way possible.  Short of one of them not making it.  They both did but the cost was one of them having a virtual press of the restart button on everything they were to one another.  While one got the chance to remember it all.

Still.  Blaine couldn’t get Sam out of his head from that night on.  He’d been drawn to look at every photo on his phone that Sam sent him on repeat.  Before class, after class.  Sometimes during class much to his disappointment when one of those peeks cost him his phone for the rest of the day at the beginning of the week.  Warblers practices were even becoming a distraction from the daily phone calls he made as soon as he knew classes were out at McKinley.  

Sam was a gateway.  Back to himself.  Back to everything he’d been missing.  But he was more than that, too.  Sam was a good guy.  No.  A great guy.  One that Blaine knew his life would’ve been much darker without.  Even if he was left in the dark of who he was to him for the rest of his life?  It’d been a life much more cloudy and not so happy without Sam Evans in it.  No matter where he got his new beginning, the footing wouldn’t have been as steady without Sam there to have his back.  It was only logical that the very next weekend, Blaine wouldn’t take no for an answer when he extended the invite.  Thankfully, Sam made sure he didn’t have to by jumping at the chance to join them.

By late Saturday night, the party had lead them to this moment.  Blaine’s fingers shook as he reached back and shut the closet door.  Still not a peep.  Not a whisper from the peanut gallery of Warblers and girls from Crawford Country Day that’d cackled for each pairing up until now.  What did they all know?  What did they see?  Surely their silence had to mean more than the simple fact that Blaine always seemed to change the subject when it came to who his first kiss was.  Not only because of him possibly not remembering it but because he was pretty sure it never happened.  Or did it?  Another one of those late night thoughts.

Here they were now.  Alone.  Just the two of them.  Blaine could hear himself swallow, hear the sound of his throat working against the pounding of his heart thudding in his eardrums. “Sammy,” he found his hand in the dark and in one single motion had their fingers tangled together.  All the want and ache that’d been building up since he was told the truth had him bursting at the seams.  His heels were off the ground and he didn’t hesitate, not even a flinch, before he captured Sam’s lips with his own. If only to pour out a little bit of the emotions that were threatening to swallow him up if he didn’t let go of them.  He had to take a chance.  Had to know what it was like.  If it ended in a second, it ended.  But at least he could rest having tried to give it his all and he did.

kurt.

( sms : blaine ) This is flirting? You are so going to regret this later. 🙀
( sms : blaine ) You are pretty damn cute, for one. 🤗
( sms : blaine ) To be determined. After I finish this episode of Project Runway. 
( sms : blaine ) Though I guess it’s definitely been a while since our last impromptu sleepover. 
( sms : blaine ) I can only hope girls still aren’t allowed onto the premises.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) apparently not ig you had to ask that quetison!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) REgrt is a matter of perspective
( mssg » kurt | sent ) At least i ahve cute going for me
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I can’t belive you are picking that over visiting. shaem on you.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It has.  SO I think we should have one. listen I just miss you okay?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) AT dalton? only after hours and not in the dorms.
( mssg » kurt | sent )

why? ARE you bringing one?

meme continuation. @inthequiver

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( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Me tooa. little. Waty mor ethan drunk is probaly better.

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) this isn’t a bootty call ok? or a booto text. ITs’ more than that. i Needed to talk to you. Befoer I get sober enoguh to not say what I need to say.

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Onlyt alking to you.  No one else,.

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Thank you somuch Youre the best

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I’m at Lantern’s KEep.  Its not too much trouvble is it?

[ five or more minutes past the delayed message ]

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) of course

torrance.

          ❝  oh, GOSH, alright, you’re TOTALLY just saying that. i can keep up on the field but… i mean, you guys are the real deal, title-holders and everything. but like… would you really be willing to practice with me ?   because that would actually be SUPER cool…  ❞

“No!  I’m not.  I swear!  I’d be more than happy to practice with you.  Whenever you want.  Let me know and we’ll make the time.  Before you know it?  You’re going to be on the stage with us.  Just don’t let Rachel’s death glare deter you.  The harder it gets?  The better you’re getting.  Always a good measurement of how far you’ve come. 

….Please don’t tell her I said that.”

elliott.

It was funny, really. That Blaine spent all this time tip-toeing, dancing around these lines like eggshells, so cautious to do WRONG that he so often opted to do NOTHING AT ALL.

Because Elliott could take it. He was a grown man, he’d seen enough shit, and little things didn’t bother him; things so often ROLLED off his back like a duck, Elliott was good at accepting and moving forwards. The idea someone was so…CAUTIOUS around him, that someone treated his feelings as if they mattered and were BREAKABLE?

It was sweet, nobody treated him like that. EVER.

“I get it – really, I DO,” He could relate. Old habits really did DIE HARD.

Turning his face in time to catch the kiss, instead making it one full on – a proper kiss instead of something in the corner – Elliott’s hand found it’s way to Blaine’s chest, pushing him back. A gentle pressure, not trying to knock him over, just GUIDING him back until the others back was against the sink, loosely cornering him with that cheeky little grin. 

“Turn around?” Elliott’s request might be odd, his hands falling down to rest at Blaine’s hips, toying idly with trouser tops, but he hoped Blaine would RETURN the earlier trust and do it. 

That he would look in the mirror, like Elliott so CLEARLY wanted. 

Elliott always got it.  There was never a moment in their friendship or what they were now that Elliott failed to give him nothing but absolute understanding.  The amount of patience and acceptance towards others mistakes, learning curves or doubts Elliott possessed was without measure.  Something that made him a beyond precious gift to anyone who was lucky enough to have him in their life.  

Elliott always understood.  Just?  Blaine, even though he infinitely appreciated him, often wished he didn’t have a single reason for Elliott to have to get anything about him.  Well.  This brand of getting it, anyway.

At least now?  They’ve slipped into a comfortable median between the pair.  Eventually?  The need to get anything inthatway wouldn’t be a need at all?  Where was his mind going again?  Elliott turning into the kiss stole his thoughts away.  Took them from where he’d been honing them in on (thankfully) and made the Earth spin faster with a simple, real kiss.

He moved with a building grin to match Elliott’s, underneath the taller man’s fingertips, Blaine’s heart began to race and the twinkle in his eye said it wasn’t necessarily for a bad reason.  Being cornered like he was–welp–who would complain?  Especially while looking up at the one doing the cornering.  Gorgeous didn’t do Elliott justice.  Never had.  But it was close.

Blaine chewed against the inside of his lip at the instruction.  “Okay,” he nodded anyway slowly exhaling through the touch against his waistband sending a chill up his spine as he turned and rested his back against the other’s chest.  He met Elliott’s gaze in the reflection, arched a brow as if to ask if this was what he wanted.

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[ text ;; blaine ] I´m the most generous person you will find in this city, Blaine. 😛
[ text ;; blaine ] Oh but can you imagine how fun it would be? You´d be a great Charlie! We could actually be on a Broadway stage together, like we´ve always dreamed! 
[ text ;; blaine ] And please, you know I would never say no to karaoke. In fact, we haven´t been in a while and I agree with your demand. I demand that we go out on a karaoke night and show everyone why we´re going to be the next big thing on Broadway!
[ text ;; blaine ] Compliment me and the dessert´s on me. Knowing you I´m sure that won´t be a problem! 😉
[ text ;; blaine ] Of course, Blaine. I´ll always stick with you. ❤

( mssg » rachel | sent ) How could I have forgotten that?  Of course you are! 
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Do you think New York City is ready for us together?  I think it’s about time.  Don’t you?
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Let’s do it!  I’m not going to be happy until we’ve shut down at least one bar.  Maybe two?
( mssg » rachel | sent ) I’ll keep that in mind.  Will two compliments get me a coffee with dessert, too?  You know..  To wake up before we negate it with a ton of liquor.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Same goes for me.  You got me until you’re sick of me.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Never doubt that, Miss Berry.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) So!  Dinner and dessert first.  Karaoke second.  Taking this city by storm third?  Just want to lay out the order of things so we stick to the plan. 😛