OF COURSE HE DID. Things had gotten pretty complicated lately though. Like really complicated. Not in a bad way, well, kind of in a bad way. Sam wanted to say it was all Kurt’s fault, but like, it was kind of Blaine’s fault too even if THIS was WAY over the fucking line of acceptable payback… because this? This was pretty fucked up and NO ONE (especially Blaine) deserved to feel like they didn’t exist. Or like they weren’t worth remembering because man, he had paid his dues. He’d always went above and beyond for everyone but no one ever went above and beyond for him.
So for that, Sam was the BUZZ LIGHTYEAR to his WOODY, just like, a whole lot more gay right now. Er, maybe it was more of a Brokeback situation than it was Toy Story, maybe that wasn’t that great of an example after all. “You know I do.” That wasn’t even something that should have been a question but he knew why Blaine was asking. Kurt pretty much pulled the ground out from underneath him and now it was a one way ticket to Constant Reassurance-ville and most people would get frustrated with it, sure … But most people didn’t take a second to understand why Kurt’s punch to his heart was the crushing blow that threatened to send him floating away like the last ten minutes of Infinity War; which collectively shattered his heart, and yet that? That didn’t even come close to what seeing Blaine like this did.
THEIR FIRST KISS had … Been a connection tactic; something to ground him, bring him back from the abyss. Counteract the one the fucking dementor had placed on him. Something to make him feel, give him something to lock onto. Remind him he wasn’t alone and that he was loved because Blaine was his best friend, his bro of all bros. The Ash to his Brock. REMIND HIM that there was more to the world than Kurt Hummel, who Sam admired greatly and loved, but there was no denying what he did was UNACCEPTABLY FUCKED and he would never, ever side with him on that. He got proper brain damage to forget him. Like, who let someone tinker around in their head? Did he not SEE what happened to Bucky Barnes? Okay,of course he didn’t because Kurt wouldn’t watch a Marvel movie on his own, but it was killing him to think that it was still okay for anyone to do that.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Blaine. Pinky promise.” To which his was brandished out, stretching across over to him, where he sat in the passenger’s side. A week had … Turned into a month and a half and his mom was going to kill him. Burt was not going to kill him; but he was gonna get a long lecture being responsible and stuff, and he hoped Kurt was gonna get an even longer lecture about not being a jackass and just Eternal Sunshine’ing someone from your brain. They’d been driving for hours and Blaine even managed to sleep a bit which had made him happy because he wasn’t getting enough, but you throw on a little slow Garth B and boom, babys out like a light. That might have been out of self preservation but Sam chose to not acknowledge that.
Once Blaine’s pinky was intertwined with his, he gave a little jostle of their hands, a lopsided grin that broke from the road to connect with him for a few seconds before darting back to the road, one hand still on the wheel driving to NO WHERE. Okay, lie. They were driving to somewhere. Route 66 beneath the tires and a broken sign flickering neon in the distance. His stomach was grumbling and even if it was three in the morning, a pit stop for food was a necessity. “Kay, that’s a lie, but like, you’re comin’ with me.” It wasn’t even a lie, so he wasn’t leaving him. Not ever. It had taken him two seconds way back when, when they’d been in the middle of Pennsylvania, to decide that he would commit the rest of his life to Blaine Anderson if it would make him realize how loved he was. How not alone he was out in this world.
“We’re gettin’ food because I’m sorry but if we get abducted,” By the aliens they were going to watch for, of course, “I wanna at least have a burger in my belly. Not sure what they have in space but I’m pretty sure cows or whatever are probably a no bueno.” No good wasn’t really the translation he was looking for, NON EXISTENT was more like it. “And like, what kinda food do aliens even eat, you know? We’re so stuck thinkin’ they don’t exist that we know nothing about them. I don’t wanna eat dehydrated fish flakes, or like, weird alien paste that tastes like … like … like something really bad.”
i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?
we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop
listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do
you keep calling me over to get rid of spiders from your apartment and i’m pretending i don’t know you’re not afraid of them at all because i miss you too
we keep showing up at all the same places separately because we’ve always had similar interests
are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?
i kissed you goodbye by accident – old habits die hard okay?!?!
roadtrip au where we need to save gas money so we take a long, awkward, tension-filled car ride
instead of dividing up the CD’s, let’s play a drinking game to determine who gets what (it may or may not end in sex)
i was so sleep-deprived after the night shift that i climbed into bed with you (and you just rolled with it)
you’re my emergency contact and i’ve been in an accident so you drop everything to come to the hospital
we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt
His lips curved into an earnest smile as the snow around them thickened, the sudden gentle squeeze felt all the way through his designer gloves. There was something about the way the other boy looked at him that made him feel surprisingly comfortable. At home. Unjudged, with the ability to speak his mind without ever feeling forced to tread lightly. Much as he had once resented the thought of attending an all-male boarding school, making the impromptu school transfer had somehow become his savior. A new and exciting, much needed breath of fresh air and welcoming change in comparison to what otherwise could formerly only be considered one extremely grim prospect.
❛ Something tells me I’d still be stuck swaying with The Warblers, ❜ Kurt murmured, a distinct mixture of blue, green and gray for a split second focused on both of their hands intertwined as fingertips tingled fleetingly under the sensation as his head ducked down in a feeble attempt to cover up what little remained of his cheeks’ usual color. Admittedly, being a part of his new glee club wasn’t anything like being a part of the New Directions. Getting to spend each night at home with his dad, frequently rotating more than just the odd scarves, having to put up with at least most of his after class curriculum mercilessly fighting for solos … Each interaction and encounter with his fellow Dalton students instead so far nothing but civilized; friendly, perhaps, equal due to the fact they could all be caught donning the same navy and red uniform. A new sanctuary found in the Lima Bean, meeting both parties halfway on the weekends.
❛ I suppose it beats repeatedly getting hit in the face by a slushie. ❜
Laughter spilled out of the dark haired Warbler as he gently lead Kurt along from where they’d paused long enough for a good dusting of snow to build up on the shoulders of his coat. They glistened in the dimming light and he squinted up at the new flurry of it coming down in spiraling puffs of white. Big, chunky flakes that demanded a fireplace, a blanket and some hot chocolate once they were inside, changed and warmed up. Sign him up for that now being on the menu. Especially with the stuff they could sneak out of the cafe? It was heaven with marshmallows plopped inside and Blaine knew exactly where they were kept. Thank you, Jeff. Wholly platonic fireplace blanket snuggles. Sure, Blaine. Sure.
“Because we are that strict. Didn’t you know? Trent once broke a leg and arm and we still had him learning how to perform a backflip off the couch. Regionals were just far too close and priorities. Broken bones heal. Trophies last forever.” Their shoulders met as Blaine tucked in close with an ear to ear grin that said he was so full of it his nose should be six inches long by now. Stone pathways lead them through rose bushes and dogwood trees long covered in snow. Icicles hung from the highest branches and Blaine couldn’t help staring up at them in awe. If Heaven was a place on Earth? Dalton would be it.
A short walk lead them to a black iron gate. The intricate swirls and curves matched those on the staircase. Above their heads, the arch read DALTON ACADEMY. Blaine gave the snow-covered gate lock a good shove up and it swung open with a soft groan of protest into the gardens proper. In the center was the object of their journey. The gazebo ankle deep in white. Its benches had their own cushions of the same. It was hard to put into words. How so much quiet could seep in here that you could hear the snow coming down. That in so much winter frost, there was nothing but breathtaking peace. Solitude that Blaine adored surrounded you here. And he brought Kurt in to see one of his most secretly favorite places to be.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Exhaling a long stream of gray, he bounced on his heels and smiled over at him, joy and pride oozing from his bright gaze. “There’s nowhere else like it on Earth.”
❝ katy perry ? TOTALLY underrated. and she’s in my pretty LIMITED range, which is even better. ❞
“Thank you for being the first person to agree with me on that. Aw. Come on. Your range is a lot better than you’re giving yourself credit for. I bet if we practiced? You’d surprise yourself on just how good you could be. I’ve heard you singing along. If you’re that good under your breath? It’s in there.”
MEEEE??!! I WOULD NEVAH— HOW DARE!!! I HAVE NEVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE – THE ABSURDITY OF THIS… maybe YOU ship SEBLAINE HUH?! MAYBE you’re trying to put me off the scent, how about THAT?!! shshhhh i ship it only with U it’s ouR SECRET J ( @pianokeysandbowties)
// Ew! Gross ship is so gross. Icb I associate with people like this. JK. I’ll Cap’n that damn ship til the ends of the Earth, I tell ye! To the ends of the Earth! And it’s a whole lotta your fault anyway.@inthequiver
apollo has been variously recognized as a god of music, truth and prophecy, healing, the sun and light, plague, poetry, and more. the twin brother of Artemis. he is loyal, fierce, and headstrong. despite traits such as impulsiveness, he is rather intelligent and graceful.
so i finally hit 100 followers and i’m so pleased about it! i appreciate each and every one of you who follows of course, and i just kind of jotted down a quick list here. i’m sorry if i forgot anyone, i have a terrible memory!
Barry didn’t get to be like this often, as a speedster it was difficult, and the repercussions weren’t exactly all that enjoyable. But after what happened the past few weeks, he needed this. They needed this. Time together, to just be themselves. That’s was all. He loved Blaine’s kisses, he loved it when they held hands and walked down the street while laughing at their lame jokes. He enjoyed cuddling him, laying next to him, and sex was pretty great. The speedster’s only felt this type of love once, but it never came to be. And at some point, he might have mourned that missed opportunity. But as he hummed letting his tongue press against Blaine’s finger in his mouth and a teasing suck. Mischievous, indeed. Dancing had left their mind a while ago, the world had zeroed down to just the two of them. Laughter leaves him again, and Barry shrugs his shoulders with that far too smug smile on his lips. “I mean, I could play fair, but….” his eyes trailed down his lover’s body. Meeting those honey colored orbs that he could get lost in, “I think you like it when I’m not always nice.” Okay, he might be sobering up a little.
Blaine’s heart was pounding from how he played himself by nudging the length of his finger between those lips just a horribly, spine jittering knuckle or so deeper. Left in the aftermath of what waited for him when he did, he kept his distance trying to ignore how Barry was looking at him in a way that made him want to step back in and do it all over again. In spite of the fact they were on a dancefloor in a room full of people who Blaine seemed to forget were there. Good to see that he wasn’t the only one though. Barry seemed just as smitten and in the moment. Not so gone that he lost his ability to taunt him. Blaine’s eyes narrowed playfully before rolling ceilingward in mock exasperation. “You wish. Also.” It was Blaine’s turn to give the taller of the pair a measuring up and down look as he tentatively closed in again knowing full well he had to be ‘careful’ or his play was going to wind up with him being on the ‘losing’ end. Nudging Barry nearer with a hand on his waist, Blaine pressed a kiss just above his collar. “I am pretty sure the same can be said about you, too. So? Should two play at this game? If so? I think it’s time we excuse ourselves, hm?”
Elliott was MORE than happy to let Blaine have the next kiss, even giving him ANOTHER peck as they pulled apart for good measure. He was so DESPERATELY and HOPELESSLY in love with Blaine, it was almost hilarious.
He loved him, right down to the scrunched nose and curly hair.
Elliott’s ink stained hand remained clinging to Blaine’s hair, stroking his hair through again and again with a sort of repetitive fondness to the actions, smiling at him like a child would look at their presents on Christmas morning.
Well, a child who CELEBRATED Christmas at any rate.
“So, hon,” Elliott’s face moved from looking at Blaine, letting his lips instead find his jaw, the down to his neck, peppering kisses every few moments in lieu of talking just yet. Giving himself time to THINK before he opened his mouth.
“This sort of thing, the stuff you’re so CONSCIOUS of…You KNOW I don’t care, right? About any of it? You’re as beautiful right now as you are when you’re all done up for the day. Prettier, even – A new look just for me.” And he liked the thought of that, of being SPECIAL.
Another peck? How about one more? Blaine chased after Elliott’s parting kiss and snatched a repeat before he was able to get too far away. Sure, he could just inch close again and steal about a dozen more but Elliott had to have put distance between them for a reason. Right?
He better have. Or Blaine was going to be sorely disappointed.
Elliott wasn’t the only one crazy for someone else in the room. Blaine realized months ago that he was just as head over heels. It’d been a long journey for him. Of making sure that he didn’t ruin things. Or wasn’t overstepping boundaries. Was keeping his distance but not too distant that he seemed like he didn’t care.
There were lines drawn in the sand that only he could see (because they didn’t really exist) in the beginning. Elliott brushed those doubts away with one delicate stroke of a tattooed hand after another. Until..here they are today. With Elliott’s fingers in his curls, a brilliant smile that made Blaine starry eyed, and kisses running down Blaine’s neck that had him reeling and leaning in towards them with a cant of his head in encouragement for more.
Left speechless by words spoken near his skin (beautiful? wow..), Blaine’s face grew hot and he gave Elliott’s hip a grateful squeeze. “Sorry. Old habits, I guess. I know you don’t care. Thank you.” Distance between them disappeared again and Blaine lifted off his heels to press a kiss to the corner of Elliott’s mouth. “Only for you. Just like I am. You know that. Don’t you?”
( sms : blaine ) It probably wouldn’t hurt to flirt just a little. ( sms : blaine ) I love it, too. ( sms : blaine ) 🙂 ( sms : blaine ) Judging by experience, I don’t think any alcohol is ever supposed to taste good.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Iv’e been flirting Kurt. Didnt you notice? ( mssg » kurt | sent )
wEll that would serve me right Cause now the sheo ison my foot. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) how did you put up with me for so long? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m gla dyou did though. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You shoudl try this. I could save you some? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) If youre gonna vist , I mean
pianokeysandbowties back up 