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Making the decision to leave McKinley and return to Dalton might’ve been impulsive.  Something he blurted at his mother over the phone the moment he walked through the door after the incident at the park with Sam.  But it was the only choice he had.  His gut was twisted with guilt and hurt and (even if he didn’t deserve to feel it in Sam’s eyes–maybe his own, too, considering the guilt part?) anger.  None of this was supposed to happen.  He couldn’t have known Sam would be returning back to Ohio. As far as he knew?  Sam was gone for good and he spent half a year stitching up his heart from where it’d been torn apart when he watched the U-Haul disappearing down the road with Sam in it.  

Blaine understood why seeing him with Kurt hurt Sam.  He got that.  What he couldn’t understand was the anger he saw on Sam’s face and heard inside the words that were pretty much spat in his direction before the other about-faced and left him sitting on their bench with his mouth open, words failing him and his heart breaking all over again.  Pain.  Yes.  Understanding that would be easy because he hurt, too.  But he never thought he’d see that expression on Sam’s face directed at him.

Hurting him was something Blaine never wanted.  Would never do on purpose.  He never stopped loving him.  They didn’t end on either one of their terms.  Feelings don’t go away when someone is ripped from you.  He had to wonder if Sam knows that.  Does  he?  Deep down past the pain and disappointment.. Sam still believes in him?  A little?  Maybe some distance and space for him to breathe might make him calm down.  A break from the hurt of seeing him and Kurt together could be the only way to fix them.  If fixing them was possible.  Thinking it wasn’t and he’d ruined things forever simply because he’d, finally, taken the step and moved on?  Breathing became difficult at the idea he only ruined things worse.  No, he did what he had to.. 

Didn’t make leaving hurt less.  Or stave off his guilt for lying to Kurt about the reason why either.  He should have just told him the truth from the start.  Because once you’re as deep into the mess that lying in the first place got you?  More lies just keep piling up. Lesson learned the hard way.  Because this was never something that he never would’ve done if he’d given himself time to think.  Holding a freshly cleaned navy and crimson tie in his hand–Blaine sat in the living room chewing his lip and praying that sooner rather than later things would start to get better.

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 – sam

fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 1,…good morning.

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Blaine was used to waking up to a quiet house.  Occasionally the only noise would be the soft music coming from his music deck that he’d fallen asleep to the night before.  Just because the silence could be deafening at times.  In a house this large and empty?  That lack of sound could seep into his bones and twist his insides up with the reminder that there was no one beyond his door.  Even when his parents were home, their rooms were in separate wings of the house.  Too far removed that in the first few seconds of waking up, he’d’ have to remind himself that they were here.  Music always filled that empty spot the occasional sleepover with one of his friends left on weekends one couldn’t come along.  He talked to a few about staying in the dorm rooms permanently.  Everyone who did, loved it.  Besides, random weekend practice sessions would only mean a better victory at nationals.  Something to think about.   

Later.

This morning was different.  The best sort of different he ever could hope for.  Last night was the first night he had Sam for company.  His boyfriend.  Here.  A steady rhythm of breathing next to him stirred Blaine awake rather than the light pouring in through the partially open curtains.  Along his side, the warmth of Sam lured him to twist around so he could face him without a care to how messed up his hair was or how disheveled the night made him.  Seeing Sam sleeping so peacefully, like he belonged here, was well worth any exposure of just how rumpled the normally dapperly polished Warbler could get.

Smiling in awe at how someone couldn’t get any more beautiful, long fingers reached over to run their tips along the curve of Sam’s forehead feathering stray blond wisps of hair back to where they belonged.  A barely there hum and Sam stirred closer.  Unable to help himself, Blaine impulsively leaned in and pressed their lips together letting Sam feel his smile that immediately followed before whispering against his mouth.  “..Good morning.” 

cooper.

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( text : blaine  ▻  delivered )  come on, now that we’re bored of the entertainment factor betting on how long it’ll take until dad expresses his disappointment, there has to be some new material. i volunteer as tribute.
( text : blaine  ▻  delivered )  nda, blaine. i can’t break the sacred fraternity bond of being issued an nda.
( text : blaine  ▻  delivered )  i suppose three heads are better than one… fine. you’re hired.
( text : blaine  ▻  delivered )  perfectly fine. my head houses my money maker face, blaine. i protect it at all costs. no need to worry about the old noggin.
( text : blaine  ▻  delivered )  well, there’s a brief lull in my schedule coming up and i suppose it would be nice to get back to my roots. ground myself, if you will… and i’d get to see this new school and boyfriend of yours as a bonus.
( text : blaine  ▻  delivered )  i tell you what! how about i give you a masterclass on how to nail an audition? you can film my tape, observe the legend in action and then we’ll drive mom crazy for a few days. deal?

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( mssg » cooper | sent ) Come on.  Every year, it gets shorter and shorter.  Pretty soon we’ll be racing to make the bet before his jaw starts tightening up.  You start talking about jail?  It might end the game.  Cause there’s no way either one of us will get a word out first.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) That’s no fair!  What about our sacred fraternal bond, Cooper? I think ours is a lot bigger than your NDA?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Thank you.  I promise I won’t let you down.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Good. Be more careful, please?  I already worry about you enough as is.  I don’t need your help making it worse.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Oh!  Yeah!  You do.  Cooper, you’re going to love him.  He’s perfect.  As far as the school?  It’s okay.  Not Dalton.  Not close.  But it’s okay.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Coop?  Are you sure you aren’t disappointed I transferred?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) A master class in nailing an audition?  Sure.  You can do that.  I’ll help anyway.  Besides.  Mom secretly loves being driven crazy when you’re in town.  Let’s do it.

notmyfuckingfather.

        “Fuck, you’a

— you really took a hit back there, shit.” The back of Lip’s hand swiped down over his mouth, effectively smearing blood down his jaw, but largely back off of his face. “Thanks, man. That was pretty cool.” Fucked out of his mind and drunk beyond belief, his reflexes weren’t up to par and when Preppy Fuck’s beefy friend decided to step in and lay him down, it started off a tag team of rich white kids trying to throw some punches to act like they were real hot shit, when in reality they looked like Scrappy Doo trying to lay a beat down on a teddy bear, with just as much vigor too.  But Pride of course has to step in, “Could’a handled it, just got blindsided.” But the slurred speech and mouthful of blood (that was admittedly a very dull pain once the sear had worn off) was only subdued by how deep in the Rabbit Hole he was. 

      “Fuck you got a real fist on you. Where the fuck’d you learn to fight like that?” Which sounded an awful lot like ‘when the fuck have you ever raised a fist in your entire life? did yo go to a public preschool or something?’ Because the guy in front of him looked just like the rest for the most part. Over the course of the evening he’d become to come undone and Lip only knew because the tell tale signs. He was rumbled over, something spilt on his pants, hair coming done from whatever product he’d used. He looked like exactly what Harvard embodied, maybe a little shorter with too much life in his eyes. “Why’d you do it?” Did he have something on him? Was this the ‘you owe me’ part? Nothing in this world came without a price, so what was he going to have to pay to make whatever future problem go away before it started. Was he looking to score for free and thought it would would be easier? See how much power he could exert upon the unsuspecting fish out of water?

“I’ve got no doubt in my mind you might’ve been able to handle it.”  Might being the objective word here.  Which was Blaine’s way of gently saying there was no way in hell you could’ve without putting the guy further on the spot than the rumpled up drunken stumble, split lip and what looked like the beginning of a bruise along his right eye already did.  By the looks of it?  The stranger didn’t need much help in drawing attention to himself. Not with the crowd at this kind of party.  Just happened to be the attention he was drawing?  Wasn’t the best sort.  About as far away from best sort as you could get.  Sitting down heavily on the edge of the curb, Blaine attempted to catch his breath and rub away the warm ache flooding into his knuckles after the adrenaline started to wear off.  The punches he did take?  None really connected with his face but a slap did.  Can you believe it?  A slap.  The guy slapped him.  The hit to his stomach though?  At least he got credit for being able to take one to the gut from the guy he stepped into help.  Cause that one hurt.

Flashbacked to the moment where he realized he had to help, Blaine’s scoff and shake of his head was all Lip got for a pause as the surprise on the guys faces came to mind.  They couldn’t believe one of their own was turning on them.  But when one of your own was on the receiving end of a beat down like that once before?  By guys oddly like the ones that decided to throw fists at Lip, mind you?  Priorities became very clear via Blaine’s fist introducing itself to one of his kind’s face.  “Thanks.  Um.  Boxing training and teaching myself, I guess?” Snapping out of it, a curious hazel stare met Lip’s face as Blaine looked up from his spot on the concrete.  “Because that many on one isn’t very fair.  Figured I would help you balance out the odds a little bit?  Cause you could barely stagger your way out of the kitchen a half an hour ago.  Oh!  That reminds me.  You’re welcome for being used as a push off to propel yourself down the hall,” he grinned teasingly, “I don’t think centrifugal force was going to help you win a fist fight though.”

“She’s so beautiful.”

lyric starters: bruno mars

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“She is, isn’t she,” Blaine could barely take his eyes off the infant curled up in a tiny ball against his chest. His chin practically shoved into his collar just to keep an eye on her.  Kurt was fast asleep after taking the nightshift.  Which was probably wholly unnecessary seeing as how their daughter only woke up once the entire evening and made the entire apartment well aware of her displeasure with a set of lungs born from a mother and father who were known to have quite the pairs themselves.  A thick head of dark, silky hair made the perfect temptation to nuzzle his nose down into.  An inhale of his new favorite scent later and he felt like his heart was going to burst in thousands.  Forget in two.  He was well beyond that the second he laid eyes on her.

As much as he’d love to say he never wanted to move?   Blaine needed a break.  If nothing else just to stand up and go to the kitchen to make them some lunch just to stretch his legs.  Standing up, the starry eyed Dad bent down and with a delicateness one might handle a piece of glass ready to shatter at the barest touch, tiny Hepburn was now Santana’s bundle to hold.  Blaine made no attempt to hide the deviousness in his stare.  A small smirk curled the edge of his lips pausing to gauge Santana’s reaction as he straightened back up.

“Wow.  She didn’t move an inch.  You just may be a natural.  Who’d have thought?”

glee

send me a tv series and i’ll tell you.

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my all-time ultimate fave character:   Hands down?  Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.  He was the reason I kept returning to that show after the pilot.  I adored him from the second I saw him on the screen.  Kurt is just one of those characters that is and always will be near and dear to my heart.  Especially his relationship with Burt and how it reflects my dad’s and mine.

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a character I didn’t used to like but now do: Dave Karofsky.  Hated him with a passion as did most people.  But talk about character growth!  Dave went from hating the world and himself to finding peace with who he was and becoming a freaking amazing person.  Great job portraying someone who can make horrible mistakes and come back from them if they truly want to and try hard enough.  Sebastian Smythe is a close second.  :X

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a character I used to like but now don’t: There are a few I don’t like but I write with portrayals of them who make them beyond wonderful.  So, I’d rather not answer out of respect of those players.

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a character I’m indifferent about:  None, really.  I think I feel a little bit of something for everyone on Glee.  That’s what made me love it so much.

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a character who deserved better: Any character who was in the show from Season 4 through 6 at one point or other.  Or multiple points.  Lbr.  This is Glee we’re talking about.

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a ship I’ve never been able to get into:  Quick.  Just not my bag of chips.  They both were better off with other people.

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a ship I’ve never been able to get over:  Klaine.  Like.  Do you KNOW me?  😛

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a cute, low-key ship: Saint Berry.  If you can call them low-key.  However, they aren’t really talked about around tumblr lately.  I just think they’re probably the cutest their crazy matches each other’s crazy ship on the planet.

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an unpopular ship but I enjoyed it:  Canon (Brochel / Blainofsky). Non-Canon (Seblaine).

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a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened:  Idk?  I think this question could get people pretty feisty if answered against their OTP.  So, out of respect?  Nah.

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my favourite storyline/moment:  Oh damn.  Um.  Kurt coming out to Burt and Burt’s reaction and the talk he gave him.  Also, anything surrounding Kurt and Burt’s moments on screen.

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a storyline that never should have been written:  Narrowing that down is hard.

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my first thoughts on the show:  WTF is this?

♫ my thoughts now: WTF was that?  And can it please come back?

✨🎉💌

symbols for the mun.

✨ I think your portrayal is on point, but it also intimidates me
🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!
💌 I just think you’re amazing   

// Bb!  You are forever my Fox and the sweetest scariest person I know.  I’m so glad you love my Blainers but we have been through way too many three am phone calls for you to be intimidated about anything surrounding my dumb, goofy self.  Including my portrayal of this nerd.  I love you to bits.  Pls never change.  Like.  Ever.

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 34,…to give up control.

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If you asked him how he managed to find himself flipped over (or how anyone could be flipped over inside a freaking Prius and not break something–wow these cars really are roomier on the inside..) on his back with the leather squeaking against his shoes before he slammed both into the car door for footing, Blaine would..

Okay.  Blaine wouldn’t be capable of answering a damn thing in his current situation.  And the dumb-struck-in-love former Warbler couldn’t possibly be any happier about his “predicament” either.  Even if they’d broken new levels of sacrilege (seeing as how they were in a church parking lot in broad daylight)–Blaine was on cloud nine.  Halo broken, possibly forever and still yet, doing mental cartwheels through the gates of heaven with one touch of panicked hands that seemed like they couldn’t get enough of him.

He wasn’t the first one to make the move.  Kurt was.  That fact alone made him drunk with happiness. As Blaine curled his fingers in the wisps of hair touching pale skin behind the shell of Kurt’s ear, body shifted closer to pull him back for a second kiss? Kurt’s fingers snatched his wrist and before he knew it, his arm was pinned behind his back.  The familiar weight of Kurt’s body was pressed to his and with a lift and a half spin?  He was on his back, lifting up to press their mouths together in a needful, desperate kiss that he’d been holding back indulging himself in again since, well, yesterday.  But no one knew that part just yet.

ofscarllet.

Blaine wasn’t blind, he was patient, and perhaps too kind for his own good. Keeping his walls up, afraid to speak out, to reach out, it was causing more harm than good on the both of them. And while Barry would like to believe otherwise, had been believing it– now was the turning point. If he continued, he’d lose the other just as he lost his previous relationships. Because he wouldn’t truly open up. And at this point he needed to, the cup was close to overflowing, and ready to spill. The fact that Blaine seemed to need convince about his words, it really drove home what Barry had been causing to their relationship. He’s pushed and pushed and push— till finally it was ready to break. But at least this time, this time the speedster wasn’t going to let it happen. There’s enough people in his life that he’s lost, due to death, or of his own making. His boyfriend was not going to be added to list. Not if he can help. Not this time. A promise was a deadly thing, if he broke it, could they survive it? It’s best to not find out. Barry nods, face solemn was he closes the distance between them. Hands grabbing the other’s tightly in his own, “I promise, I’m going to try. I’m not… I’m not going to be running away from my problems anymore. You deserve better than that. We both do.”

Blaine couldn’t shake the wary look that flattened his expression.  Funny how over the months it’d changed so much.  From where he was when he first connect the puzzle together with Barry and they realized they’d found one another to now?  The gleaming eyed, love struck person he was had dimmed. His smile long since faded. Hazel eyes now weighted with caution and exhaustion from running after a soulmate that just…didn’t seem to want him back.  His dreams of how this would all happen were long since broken.  Now, it was just better to be distanced in spite of everything inside of him pulling him to the man taking his hands trying to reassure him, once and for all, that he was going to try.  Try.  A small, lost smile echoed the word.  Try.  Still left room for the chance to say it failed.  Or Barry couldn’t.  God, he wanted to believe it. 

Running his tongue along his bottom lip before biting onto it–Blaine softly squeezed both of Barry’s palms and let his chin tuck itself towards his collar.  “Don’t want to be a problem you’re not running away from.  I don’t want to be any sort of problem.”  Bittersweet hope?  Learning what that felt like was a lesson he hadn’t expected.  Ever.  “But thank you for promising you’ll try.  I swear I’m not going to push you anymore.  Wherever you want this to go is where it’ll go.  Okay?”  That’s all he could do.  With his heart, Barry always held the whole deck.  Blaine could only stand there and watch where the cards were going to fall this time.