“ Yeah , well , she also doesn’t like black people or her own children so , is it really that surprising ??” Constance was the very definition of judgmental ; She was ignorant , and didn’t like anyone that was slightly different from herself . It was a shame that she couldn’t see that she was the real problem here — not everyone around her . “ But why not ?? I mean , it’s just a stupid kiss . It’s not like I’m asking for your hand in marriage or anything , right ??” Boy or girl , romance was something that Tate had very little experience in . He wasn’t exactly well – liked at Westfield during his years there . It caused him to go into isolation ; Tate’s best friend throughout his entire childhood had been his big sister , Addie . No one else got him like she did . That was , until Blaine came along . “ And who knows . Maybe I’ll like it .” Tate readjusted himself on the porch ; More angled towards Blaine now , his hand creeping up along the concrete behind him . It was too late for his mother to be peering out the window at them , but he half wished she would . Oh , that’d be hilarious . “ I mean — I’ll try anything twice .” Teasing eyebrows quirked up as he closed in space between he and the other boy ; He wasn’t going to make contact , no , he was going to leave that up to Blaine . But he didn’t mean giving him a little encouragement to do so . “ Sorry if I taste like cigarettes .”
Constance couldn’t be any further from Blaine’s thoughts. Heck, she could be sitting in the bushes ready to scream bloody murder the second Tate’s and his lips touched for all Blaine could care. Nothing could ruin this moment because it was one he thought about for a lot longer than he’d ever want to admit. Out of fear and embarrassment that he’d let himself care so much for someone who might not ever be able to give that same amount of caring back. Sitting here on the verge of kissing Tate because Tate said he could? Blaine thought this moment would never more than a dream. Something he’d keep to himself. Even on nights where he had it with Tate crashed out in his room or so close that he could feel that electric buzz of his presence moving over his skin, making his hair stand on end. “Okay,” his breath caught in his throat but he grinned weakly at the twice. “That means I get two chances?” One for warm up? The second for the real deal? His first kiss was a breath away and he only shrugged at the apology. Didn’t matter how Tate tasted. All he wanted was this.. Dark eyelashes closed when Blaine brushed his lips over Tate’s, the hand holding on tightened while the other lifted. Fingertips gently curled against the other’s cheek. Tate’s skin was cooler than he expected but, then again, his own were flushed and hot as his whole body felt like it went on a Tilt-A-Whirl spin. Velvet wet and the last lingering flavor of nicotine and boy. So, this is what it felt like. Heaven.
// I need to be stopped. Blog revamp in progress. Updating some of my verses. Ended up with not one! Not two! But three pages of AHS plots. I blame Apocalypse for doing this to me. Oh and @c0kehead for being an enabler cause damn.
// I don’t think I’m writing any sort of taboo ships rn. I have in the past but for now? My ships might be a lil kinky from time to time but nothing I’d classify as taboo per society’s standards. I tend to keep that line of writing for the partners who are interested and who I’ve known for a while/we got dat chemistry! Cause tumblr gets a lil wonky sometimes with the judgement hammer. Ya dig? Come talk to me on discord! LOL!
💣 ship that pisses me off.
// Seblaine used to big time. LOL! Long story there and you can see I am very much the freaking opposite of that now. I have ships I don’t like? Ones I don’t care for? But ones that piss me off? Not really. I either ship it. Or I really don’t care about it. The ships I don’t like don’t really matter enough for me to let myself get pissed off about them anymore. There are a few that make me cringe my nose at though. To each his own though, I guess.
Blaine didn’t really remember when he let his eyes fall shut. The steady stroke of Tate’s fingers through his hair sent him floating away with every brush of fingertips over his scalp that rose up to twist at his curls before dipping back inside. Tate could keep him prisoner forever if he kept this up. Blaine wouldn’t be able to move a muscle off the couch and he would be fine with that predicament.
Which, given how blissed out he was? Wasn’t much of a predicament at all.
He barely at it in himself to lift his head to glance up at the other. Though when their eyes met, hazel glistened with a bright eyed contentment that Tate was becoming so, so good at drawing out of him. “I’m glad you like it. You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to? Almost on the verge of promising you anything you want if you just keep going. Almost.” Five more minutes? He would be. Then right back down, he went.
( mssg » kurt | sent) Hey, Kurt! I didn’t. Only just now dug my phone out of my bag. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Spent the better part of the afternoon in the Dean’s office. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Not what that sounds like. I swear I’m not a trouble maker. Don’t need that vision of myself in your mind. ( mssg » kurt | sent) There’s another transfer student coming soon. Looks like the Warblers are assigned with an assembly and a welcome luncheon at the cafe. Sort of show off the school a little. Must be someone with a lot of money with that sort of reception. 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent) Want to help me do some of the planning? Could help get you more involved, too. What do you think? I’d love a project we can work on together? ( mssg » kurt | sent) After you tell me what you needed! Feel like meeting for coffee?
( mssg » trent | sent) I know you’re in class. Blowing up your phone before I run into my next one. Sorry! Why didn’t you tell me about this guy Sebastian? ( mssg » trent | sent) I haven’t been gone that long, have I? ( mssg » trent | sent) You better haven’t forgot about me already. I might not be there but something that big? I figured you’d be gushing about him by now?
( mssg » trent | sent) What’s his story? What do you know about him? We spent nearly an hour talking and I have so many more questions. He seems to have heard you guys blowing up my reputation a tad. You’re biased, I hope you know? ( mssg » trent | sent) Still. I can’t stop thinking about our talk. I miss you guys so much. Always will. Today was a huge reminder. One I’ve been trying to not let myself have.
( mssg » trent | sent) We should get together this weekend? I’ll come up there.
For every 🎊 I get I’ll recommend a blog – accepting!
@pianokeysandbowties – An amazing Blaine Anderson! Also, J is the nicest person in the world! I love her very much! 😀
@seesgood – Lia is pure sunshine and all of her ooc posts are amazing! I’m so lucky to call her my friend. Plus, her portrayal of Caroline Forbes is A plus!
Cali’s an awesome dude who’s really been there for me when I’ve needed it. I also adore Sonny and Puck would do anything for his bro, tbh!
@wholelotofmuses – If you’re a fan of multimuse blogs, you should definitely give this blog a follow! Lola’s so cool! I don’t know how she juggles so many different muses!
// This is so freaking sweet, btw. I love you, David. Thanks for being such a good friend all these years! Also. Peeps. This is an amazing Puck right here. Go give him love!
pianokeysandbowties back up 