( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) I’ll make sure to bring my charm. ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) You always get so bashful when I use it, killer..
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Is it even possible for you to leave your house without it? I don’t think so. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) …I do not. No idea what you’re talking about at all, Sebastian..
[text:Blaine]Aww dude…u’r making me blush [text:Blaine] Thanx 4 noticing tho ☺️ [text:Blaine] And just so you know -cause everybody love compliments, right? [text:Blaine] U’r hot 2!!
( mssg » sam | sent ) That’ was the whoel poitn. I like it when you blush. IT makes you even cuter. which is seriously unfair because you’re already cute enough without doint me that. ( mssg » sam | sent ) who am I kidding? Your whole face is unfairr ( mssg » sam | sent ) I am? Taht’s kindof you to say. I’ll pretend liek you really meant it and aren’t just saying it cause you’re too sweet to take a compliment whtowut giving one back.
is that an audiblesigh of relief ?? NO, of course not, not a chance. but it’s the mention of a DATE that recaptures keen attention. all too CRITICALhis gaze, unreadable behind glasses. blaine anderson would actually WANT to go on a DATE with him? is he MISREADING this??it’s something he’s BOUND to overthink later, but now… hands clasp together, throat CLEARED. a smile just hardly curves his lips, a RARE sight. keep it together. ❛ of course. ❜ FIGURE OF SPEECH.
❛ well, ah—– it’s at six, so is there a place i could pick you up ? ❜ it would be IMPOLITE not to accompany him, wouldn’t it ? maybe he should have brushed up on social etiquette beforehand.
Hinging on Hartley’s reaction, Blaine bit into his lip and squinted carefully hoping that he didn’t just overstep a boundary that would end up making this silence go from awkward to unbearable if Hartley changed his mind. All because of his lack of keeping his brain under control enough not to use a boldly presumptuous word like date. But then Hartley, a boy who rarely smiled, did exactly that and Blaine felt his stomach go from feeling like it’d been weighed down by a cinderblock to light as air. He laughed softly at himself, thankful for the pass he was just given. “Right. Totally. Figure of speech,” he choked when he heard his tongue tied voice echo back in his eardrums. Did he just ask where to pick him up? Oh God, he did. Shocked, he stammered a few bumbled attempts at actual words. “Um. My house. It’s close to the club and..we could drive together?” Success! He was talking! Hopefully this round wouldn’t end up with his shoe in his mouth. “Um. Thanks for agreeing to this. I don’t think I ever looked forward to one of these dinners before. First time for everything, I guess.”
// Hi there! It’s nice to meet you! Who has the crush? You must come to my messages and fill me in on all the details!! Maybe we can get a plot or two going!!
“Oh c’mon, don’t turn the question back on me again!” Elliott whined, although he was smiling a little none the less – god, what the HELL did he tell Kurt? It was bad enough saying he took Blaine in when they broke up, but to say ‘Hey Kurt by the way I stole your man and snogged him and I think we’re a thing now.’
That was WAY too hellish to even think about.
“I don’t know – I mean, I love Kurt, I really do, he’s one of the best friends I’ve made up here…but I don’t think he’ll want to be around me after this. He’s always been frosty about me stealing his things.” The band, attention, the limelight, Blaine.
“And if he stops talking to me, It’ll kick of with the others too, I’m sure. I know Dani will keep in contact with me,” They were beyond best friends by now, they were like soulmates without the relationship, it was…odd. “But the others? Not so much.”
Yet he knew he had to tell them at some point, better sooner than hiding it right?
“Come on. Let’s go sit down, huh,” he asked after watching Elliott slip into the frame of mind that was so clearly written upon the taller man’s features. Probably a reflection of the one written on his own expression. Worry. Blaine was worried, too. More for Elliott than himself. The last thing he wanted was for Elliott to start beating himself up over a kiss.
They could let it remain that if Elliott was so afraid of losing everyone else. Blaine wouldn’t be the one to cost him the price Elliott was afraid might be written on the tag of whatever they might become or were becoming or–.
“I think you should give Kurt more credit. He’s a good person. The best kind of friends that any of his friends could ask for,” and God it hurt to talk about him like this whenever their last words were barely any at all as Blaine was packing up his things. But..as far as how much Kurt loved his friends? He did deserve a hell of a lot of credit for that. A tug to Elliott’s hand asked for him to sit beside him on the sofa.
“He might be hurt but he’ll know it isn’t fair to be. Not after everything. I don’t know. Hiding things from him has never worked out well. He’s smart. He’ll figure it out. Elliott? Or maybe..if you’re afraid of losing him? Maybe we don’t have to–,” he swallowed the last words along with the rock in his throat. “I don’t want to hurt anybody. Not you. Or him. Or.. I don’t know.”
“ Blaine! Blaine Anderson! Wait up! ” She dashes to catch up with the teenager, panting as she finally falls in step with him. “ Word of advice. If you ever want anyone to actually ask about Glee club slow the heck down! I’m doing this in heels! ”
Blaine was in a hurry to get to the choir room after hiding in the auditorium during his entire calculus class. He skipped for a good reason! Kurt was texting him and while he had him on the phone–a rare thing the past two weeks–he took the chance to actually talk with his boyfriend. Hazel eyes widened as he heard his name yelled the second. Slowing down, he glanced over his shoulder but the blonde was already beside him. “Hi! Sorry,” apologized after noticing her there made him jump, “I didn’t see you. What do you want to know about Glee club? You’re asking at the perfect time. I’m on my way there. Walk with me? Oh and you are?”
The young man was clearly well on his way to drunk- something Carson could relate to- and utterly adorable in the way he moved and looked around, and… oh, his smile! Carson felt his heart skip a beat, the hopeless romantic in him completely charmed as he was given a name.
Blaine… A unique name for a captivating man. Carson had always felt like a name could tell a lot about a person… especially how they gave it. And with Blaine, it was simple; his first name, a cute chuckle, a stunning, toothy grin.
Carson couldn’t help but smile back, Blaine’s smile infectious. He was glad he wasn’t being immediately brushed off.. that was certainly a change. “Mmm, sounds good to me,” Carson agreed cheerily, his heart skipping a beat and a giddy feeling rising in him as Blaine leaned closer, Carson doing the same out of sheer reaction.
What Blaine said made Carson giggle, his hand flying up to cover his mouth shyly, green eyes shining with amusement, wavering a bit where he stood. He felt warm… and lightheaded, and he really wanted to just-
… oh look, he was doing it. Carson wasn’t sure when, but his hand was somehow already reaching out, touching Blaine’s arm. “We should…. we should get more to drink,” he insisted, oh so tempted to ask Blaine to dance…
But he’d seen Blaine dance, he was really good, and Carson had never danced with anyone before. Or in front of anyone.
Carson agreeing to another drink was all the go ahead he needed to cover the top of Carson’s hand until his fingers touched the inside of his palm. Blaine gently held it there through the shift of their position as he laced their arms together hooking them at the inside creases of their elbows. “Great! Let’s go!”
Twice on the short walk to the bar, he had to stop himself from being lured back out onto the dancefloor nearly dragging Carson for the ride whether he wanted to or not. Alcohol induced short attention span? Blaine Anderson could have that in spades after a few shots.
–Hey! It wasa goodsong!–
“So, Carson, are you enjoying your New Year’s Eve?” Once Blaine brought them to a stop at the “good” bar, he slid his arm out from Carson’s and waved to get the very buzzed bartender’s attention.
They were given a big, toothy grin and a ‘one second’ finger held high.
Blaine nodded and relaxed back against the counter, catching his own case of the bartenders huge, goofy smile. He was able to keep still for about ten seconds before his one foot tapped to the beat. “I promise I’m not trying to be creepy or anything,” he frowned thoughtfully like he was measuring the level of creepiness of what he was going to say before he said it and looked back up at Carson once he was done, “but after we get our drinks?”
“I’m thinking my feet need to be on the dancefloor before the year ends. Because–yep.” That was it. That was the reason. ‘Because–Yep’. Puffy cheeks let go a big breath, “Do you want to come along?”
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