I love DEEP CONVERSATIONS. Discussions in which our muses reflect on loaded topics like the future, death, their most passionate of ambitions, mistakes that they deeply regret, identity struggles, unexpressed fears, and more. Lighthearted and carefree threads are always great, but I also love threads that allow muses to explore parts of themselves that are typically hidden from those around them.
It’s ridiculous sometimes the way things come back to him. It’s been long enough now, he’s so used to the life he leads, small things shouldn’t make him think of the past at all anymore. They don’t always, in his own defense. It was always though when happiness was involved. Or more likely, the potential of it. Michael had a way of looking for every silver lining and when things turned out to be positive he thought of the things he missed, as if looking for a reason to be disappointed regardless. Nothing could stand up to the more pleasant memories of his past, people that he longed to see again in the back of his mind.
When he was younger, even back before their mother died, Lincoln would hold the door open for him almost everywhere they went and at least once that day say ‘ladies first’ jokingly as Michael walked past him. And thus he instinctively begins to ruin coffee with a perfectly pleasant stranger. He didn’t have to let it though, did he? He wanted to enjoy the little things.
“Thank you. I think I’ll take my chances as they are. I meet enough random guys as it is.” He replies as smoothly as before as he walks into the cafe. “I appreciate the positive attitude though.”
Blaine eyed Michael’s back with a bewildered look as he let him walk by. He met enough random guys? Well. Looking like that, Blaine could imagine Michael didn’t need much help from puppies to meet as many men as he wanted. The guy was handsome, well spoken and gave the impression that he was sincere. Anyone would appreciate meeting, much less spending time with a guy like that. Still, he teased him a little as he let the door close and took a step to stand beside Michael and checking for an empty table. “Ah. Sorry. A guy like you probably doesn’t need any advice on how to meet more people,” he grinned up at him, “You’re welcome for the positive attitude though.”
Ah! They were in luck! A couple vacated a table by the bakery counter and Blaine gave Michael’s sleeve an tug to get his attention. “Let’s grab it before anyone else can,” and with a tick of his chin in towards their seats–Blaine was off to claim their table grabbing two menus off the countertop on his way past. The barista paused and smiled at Blaine’s grateful wave and smile, went back to taking the next walk up order–stopped and looked back chirping up with an ‘Hello, Mister Anderson’ to which she received pursed lipped ‘hello back! smile and a lift and tilt of the menus in her direction.
“Sometimes I wonder how I’ve managed to miss winning some ten thousandth customer award in the string of coffee shops lining this street and a block over. You’d think with how much I’m in them, I would by now.” Blaine joked as he pulled out a chair for Michael before taking one beside him. “Maybe I have a small caffeine problem..”
( sms : blaine ) I know. ( sms : blaine ) I guess it’s definitely been a while. Especially anywhere near Lima. ( sms : blaine ) You’ve got mail. 🤗 ( sms : blaine ) No flash mobs.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Good. I’m glad you do. That part will never change. Ever. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) It’s hard to believe it’s been only since Christmas. Feels a lot longer than that. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Thank you! I’ll give it a look! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) No flash mobs. I promise. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait. Was that a veiled jab at me? Were you being facetious or making a request? You aren’t ever going to let me live that down. Are you?
Barry shook his head in disbelief, the card earning itself an amused chuckle no matter how many times he read the joke. “This is gonna get framed,” he promised, deciding he could not let it go to waste by stuffing it in a drawer where it would most likely never get looked at again. “And you are gonna get kissed.”
In fact, he immediately proceeded to make that promise a reality, leaving the card on his desk as he walked around it. He brought his hands up to cup Blaine’s face and leaned forward, pressing their lips together. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Seeing the cheesiness of the card he was almost half-embarrassed to hand over to his boyfriend win the reaction he was getting? Made the risk for the exact (such as a blank stare and complete what the hell expression) completely worth it. “I don’t know that it’s worth framing but I’ll buy you one if you think it’s that priceless of a work of art. I made it myself, you know?” His finger shot up, gesturing for Barry to pause. “I think it took hours. A true labor of–”
Their lips met and Blaine’s knees went weak. Both sets of fingers curled around Barry’s wrists as he lifted up into the kiss and swooned when it was over. “Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you for giving me a reason to fall in love with it again.”
{text ✦ blaine anderson} … Katy Perry? AGAIN? You need some new material. {text ✦ blaine anderson} The bridge was a little sloppy. And you missed one of the key changes. But overall not bad, for someone who sounds an hour away from passing out.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) I was feeling nostalgic. Apparently by my hangover this morning? A little too nostalgic. ( mssg » rachel | sent )
You have my deepest apologies that you had to listen to three or more minutes of whatever that was. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) I guess it was more like minutes instead of hours. Sorry. How are you?
“FINE. Maybe. You’re not going to spend the entire time trying to make me feel like you’re doing me some huge favor by extending the invitation after you gave me the cue to get out, are you?”
COFFEE had evolved from a disgustingly bitter distaste to an acquired necessity after Finn had began teaching on his own. The EARLY mornings and long nights required him to find some sort of fuel, and apparently, drinking FOUR RED BULLS a day wasn’t great for your health. Coffee was a little bit better…and it was somewhat CHEAPER too. You know, when you decided to make it at home or school and not buy the overpriced drinks at Lima Bean. However, Finn was running late and still had a million things to do before the first bell, so a coffee pit stop was in order for this morning.
He was half awake from his lack of caffeine, so he barely paid attention to who was next to him in the shop. He was pretty sure his eyelids were DROOPING when he heard a familiar voice say his name, blinking quickly and glancing down at the boy he hadn’t seen in years. Not since his break up with Kurt, really.
“ BLAINE ? ” he greeted as he instantly perked up, a warm grin spreading across his lips as he took his coffee in one hand and pulled the boy into an embrace in the other. “What’re you doing here, man?! It’s been FOREVER !”
“Everyone’s still kind of here, there, and everywhere, you know. I’m working at MCKINLEY though,” he informed with a soft smile as he grabbed a couple of sugar packets, flicking them a couple of times to get the sugar to settle before he ripped the top off and poured it into his coffee. “What about YOU though? What’re you doing around here?”
Blaine was nervous to get back into the swing of things on the Lima end of Ohio. Sticking to Westerville seemed to be the better plan. Safer. More comfortable. Since his horrible attempt at becoming someone new, different and maybe a bit less old Blaine which was once a new Blaine and just Blaine ended up with his best friend not recognizing him. After that? His visits trickled down to pretty much nothing. Unless Burt Hummel or Sam were involved.
UNTIL.The same person that helped Dave through his darkness helped him. She encouraged him to stand on the foundation of the life he built for himself two hours from Lima as the means of walking proudly back to a place that once meant so much to him. More importantly. To the people who were still there. Which was why he was here. To try. Like he promised.
“Finn! Hey! Yeah! It has been. It’s so good to see you again!” That’s why being face-to-face with Finn, of all people, made Blaine’s heart race. His eyes filled with adoration, apprehension and so much joy aching to burst free that his arms both slipped around Finn’s back and he hugged him so tight he might not ever let him go. Thankfully, Finn took care of that.
“I heard the rumor you were. How is it going? I’m sure you’re a great teacher. I thought I’d drop by. See how things are going with you and Sam?” His gaze darted up. “Me? I’m.. Things are a lot different.” Here came his pride, straightening his back and making his voice lift in a light quip of joy. “I work for Dalton. Crazy, huh,” he pursed his lips in a ‘Can you believe it’ smirk. “I’m the Director of the Warblers. Started this summer.” A playful grin twisted into place and he feigned a hint of regret. “Um. Should I have kept that a secret until after I visited McKinley..?”
Hudson looked in the mirror as he played with his hair before hearing the door to the bathroom open before seeing his uncle Blaine’s reflection in the mirror before turning to face him. “First day at McKinley High. Any pointers?” he asked.
As was tradition, Kurt and Blaine made their way from New York City to see the new faces filling room after room of music and arts classes at their former high school. Seeing McKinley, a public school now built on dreams, grow and blossom as well as Hepburn’s Midtown Manhattan private school was something that Blaine and Kurt could never miss. Plus. There was always Sam to root on for the first couple days. And now? Hudson, too.
Blaine beamed with pride as he bit into his bottom lip and fretted with a few locks of hair on Hudson’s forehead to make them just right. “There! Perfect,” his smile made his eyes crinkle at their corners, “Are you ready?”
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Why did tonight unfold the way it had?
Blaine blamed Sebastian for not answering the door, or his cellphone. At this hour? No reply meant he probably wasn’t returning any time soon and he’d rather not go back to his room. Too much thinking was driving him insane. Out of desperation. Or being exhausted of do’s and don’ts, he was across the hall and knocking on the Captain’s door? Hunter let him in. But why’d he ask him what was wrong like he saw through Blaine’s facade of a smile and an excuse of not being able to sleep as easy as the cellophane wrapped lie it was?
Why did Hunter just listen they sat on the bed and Blaine poured out the real reasons why he was unable to sleep. Unable to think. Or breathe. Or swallow? Coming here felt like the true end of him and Kurt. Not New York. Not when he made the mistake that killed them both inside. Coming home? Felt like moving on. It was terrifying and made him ache and want to scream, cry or punch something into nothing all at once. Blaine’s weight was easily supported by his Captain when he turned and both arms wrapped around Hunter for a quick, impulsive hug. One across his chest, the other across his back, hands clenched the side of his arm to pull him close. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have unloaded on you. You barely know me. I swear I’m not a mess. I’m just…struggling.” Hazel eyes full of unsurety searched Hunter’s, Blaine smiled and darted in to press a peck on Hunter’s cheek. Something he would have done to Tina or even Sam but Hunter..? Blaine froze as everything felt like it stopped. The world was sucked away and electricity crackled in the air he breathed that Hunter exhaled heavy and warm against his cheek.
Blaine’s lips lingered and then like he was lured in, the warm wet of his mouth moved lower. Closer, closer to the corner of the other’s mouth. His heart raced and he got dizzy as the velvet skin of the edges of Hunter’s lips touched the corners of his. Hunter could feel Blaine’s lips part, could feel him draw in a breath like he was about to say something and only make the faintest hitch of a noise. Then they paused and he turned his head ever-so-slightly so half their lips covered one another’s. Oh this was a bad idea. A really bad one. Yet, he groaned. Low and weak but the sound was unmistakable as was the silky wet of the tip of his tongue touching Hunter’s lips as Blaine wet his own. “S-Sorry… I.. Sorry.” What did you do?
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