i needed to make one of these to thank so many people who made me realize why i love danny and that im glad i came back. muses come and go, we all go through this. i almost thought danny would be one of those forgotten muses, but he can’t be forgotten now, he just can’t. it’s because of all of you guys, each and every one of you. whether we rp, or talk ooc, or because i follow and stalk from a safe distance, it’s because of you. i wanted to make this list and thank those people for being rad as fuck and just, being great people.
{send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed}
1. Spin the bottle
Kurt didn’t drink. That incident with the full thermos – whatever the hell was in that thing – that was gone by the time he got to school, that really taught him his lesson. Granted, he should have known better than to think drunk at school was better than tipsy and somewhat emotional. Even if he really did know better, now especially, he wasn’t looking to be an embarrassing slob in front of Blaine now that they’re in a different environment.
HEART EYEING ALL OF YOU WITH MY SMIRKY MEERKAT FACE TBH B)
So, I’ve had this blog for a couple of months now && I have hit my first big milestone. It’s cool. This blog is way more chill && lowkey than a lot of blogs in my past, && I really love it that way. I’ve met so many awesome people through this blog. Sebastian is a big character in my heart && I hold all of you guys in my heart. Okay, um—- enough sappy dumb weird stuff. Let’s get into honorable mentions && what not. ( Disclaimer: I love all of my followers but these are the ones that I have INTERACTED with or spoke to OOC in some way shape or form )
There would be no hiding. A thunderstorm was normally just a fear. Something to get nervous about then sleep through instead. Of course the first storm since moving in with Blaine Anderson had to be different. This was one for the ages. The windows seemed to SCREAM with each movement. The winds that blew past the house felt like they were seeping in through invisible walls. In the head of Santana Lopez, the storm was EVERYWHERE.
Nine times out of ten the Latina female would easily DRINK herself to sleep, and forget the weather till the sun returned to the sky. Now more than ever she prayed for a sleepiness to take over. Who knew how long she’d been sitting there, a small curled up mass of goosebumps and jitters. If she saw another going through such a thing, she may call out words like, pathetic, or stupid. The thunder and lightning wont do a thing. Sadly a phobia is a phobia. There’s just no changing it. Even when you have the pride of the king of the jungle.
Probably the only thing to shock her more than the rattling sound coming from each outing of the home, was the feeling of another’s presence coming up behind her. A part of her would of KILLED to get that bottle back, but the warm comfort radiating from the male himself, felt somehow— BETTER. Her delicate, and still shaking arms lifted slowly, leading her fingers to grip Blaine’s shirt. “No…” She attempted to deny. As luck would have it another boom of thunder crashed her thoughts, making her nearly jump off of the other. Thanks to their position though, she didn’t go anywhere. “Fine— just, shut up.” The female shook her head. This was so damn sad, pathetic, STUPID. How could she feel so much fear and intimidation from light and sound. Two things that science wouldn’t do without. Maybe she was disappointing in how weak she felt in the moment. Or maybe it was the strange happiness she let herself feel coming from being in her friends lap. Knowing somebody cared, of course that should feel nice, but her PRIDE would never let her enjoy it.
“Shh, Santana,” he felt her jump so hard that it made him jerk underneath but his arms around her shoulders refused to let go. Seeing her petrified made his heart want to reach out to her. Erase the source of it and make sure it never touched her again. Problem with strong people? They weren’t unsusceptible to weaknesses. The worst part of being unbreakable was that the things that could break you? Had to you harder than they hit anyone else. They struck with deathblows against a person’s willpower to not let it show. Until they couldn’t hold back or stop it. No amount of fake anger would cover it up. No amount of lying to yourself that it didn’t hurt or rattle you worked. You only crashed and burned.
Imagining Santana Lopez afraid of her thoughts, of parts of herself, was one thing. Her being afraid of any amount of thunder and lightning, wind and rain wasn’t something he could picture until tonight. Not that he thought it was STUPID or childish like she did. Who was he to judge what people were afraid of? Everyone has their weaknesses. Even him. Random as some of them are. They weren’t something to judge a person about. Or hold over their head. She wouldn’t find any of that from him. He barely even mentioned anything about their situation unless she was the one to comment on it.
Blaine only hung onto her tighter. Through his jump, through her battle with being seen as weak –never weak, he’d never see her as weak–. “Shut up? Can do,” he clamped his mouth shut to prove he was listening. Deeply sighing, he rubbed her shoulders and leaned back. Far enough that she wouldn’t lose her grip on his shirt if she needed something to hang onto but allowed him room enough to push a lock of her hair behind her ear. Not making a peep, Blaine nodded in patient understanding. His face and gentle stroke through her hair said everything he didn’t. –I’m here. I understand. This is just between you and me. No one needs to know you were afraid. I wouldn’t tell a soul.– Squeezing her back in close again, Blaine hooked his chin over the bend of her neck but kept his gaze at an upward angle watching her without making it obvious. She’d be okay. The storm would pass. Til the last clap of thunder? She had him.
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