❛ His name is Jacob. We are very much in love and exclusive. ❜ Wholly unfazed by this sudden change in the other teenager’s attitude, pale hands provided a lazy gesture of their own before crossing both arms in defiance, teeth sunken down into his lower lip and looking positively alarmed upon the other male’s prompt insistence on already leaving. He didn’t normally find much use for petty little lies. In fact, being so well attuned to Sue Sylvester’s masterful personality, Kurt typically muchpreferred to avoid them. And yet, in that moment, something inside him pulled him into the complete opposite direction. Like gravity to a car wreck just about waiting to happen.
❛ Shouldn’t you be waiting for your coffee order? ❜
“I’m sure Jacob is a great guy. Are you sure you should be talking to me so much then?” Blaine’s gaze drifted over Kurt’s shoulder towards the pit of vipers dressed in the red, white and black colors of McKinley he liked to associate himself with. He smirked as he leaned in close, scrunching his nose and cupping his hand against the corner of his mouth like he was shielding a very important secret away from their prying eyes and, no doubt, would-be eavesdropping ears if they were close enough. “Rumors might get started, you know? I think with your circle? They’d be out of control in no time.” A conspiratorial wink later, Blaine stepped back into his own bubble of space. Amusement twinkled in hazel eyes.
“I would be if I had the chance to give my order. Why? Was that a hint? Would you like one? Mister Non-Fat Mocha with the emphasis on the NON-FAT.” Now all he could do was wait for Kurt’s reaction to the offer, not realizing the depth of what he just implied with the question.
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“I can’t do this anymore.” The Warbler blurted out into the quiet that fell between them. He’d been tracing the pattern in the formica of Puck’s countertop for what felt like forever. Blaine’s heart froze the second he heard himself say what he was thinking. It was meant to be bottled up and ignored. Like most things were with his feelings towards Puck and what they were doing lately.
Whatever you wanted to call it. Whatever it was or wasn’t? He was just done feeling the way he did every time he drove back to Westerville and returned to his life. While Puck returned to his. Both of them continuing for yet another week with short texts and barely there conversation like Puck was afraid one of his friends might magically see the words he was reading in their head and his entire image would be ruined.
“I can’t keep being the reason why you feel so confused. I can’t keep putting you through this. We need to stop. Not everything. But what we’re doing that friends don’t do? Puck, you need to sort things out. Learn yourself. I can help you with that but I can’t keep making it harder for you.” Inching up, Blaine’s lps found Puck’s in a kiss that wasn’t a goodbye but a pause button he knew he had to push. Soft and sweet, it lingered like Blaine was making sure he’d remember that feeling for as long as it took. Maybe forever.
A rock of heartache formed in his throat, long lashes dipped down to hide his gaze as he aimed it at the floor. “I’m sorry. I should go.”
( text : blaine ▻ delivered) or maybe she does. perhaps that would be the drama thanksgiving could use this year. unearthing the mystery of pam anderson. it would look great on my resume, though! experience with prison setting, comfortable behind bars, looks great in an orange jumpsuit. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) unfortunately, the nda i signed prevents me from giving you any details about possibly or possibly not justin timberlake. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) as grateful as i am for your assistance, blaine, you don’t understand hollywood quite like my actual assistant does. i’ll run the scandals by her. you’ll have to keep an eye out for my name floating around your school and breaking the internet like a kardashian. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) last week? it was barely damaged, no need to get all environment protector on me. ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) is this your subtle attempt to get me to come home and spend time with you, squirt? ( text : blaine ▻ delivered) again, nda signed. i can neither confirm nor deny the existence of a pilot that may or may not be filming next month potentially or potentially not on the warner brother’s lot. maybe.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Can you, please, not get a record for a better acting performance for a role that doesn’t exist. OR! If one does exist. Don’t do it then either. How about you stay arrest free? Thanksgiving conversations are fine the way they are. Mostly. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Are you serious? What else did maybe Justin Timberlake confess to? You can’t end that story there! ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I might not know Hollywood but I know show choir. Scandal and gossip are part of it’s life blood. Give me a chance before you run it by this assistant of yours? Come on. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Are you okay? Did you hit your head? That would explain why you considered leaving the scene of another accident. How do you have a license? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I didn’t mean.. ( mssg » cooper | sent )
Um. Yeah? What if I said it was? Would you? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I may or may not be wishing you luck then. Let me know if you want to work on your audition with me? I could try to help you run lines? Even if it’s on Skype or whatever.
Blaine wasn’t sure how he got into Kurt’s car. Or how long it took them to get from Rachel’s house to Kurt’s. What he was sure of?? He had a good time along the way! The radio played and he sang along with his head against the doorframe letting the cool breeze wash over his face. Parachute, Train, he even hummed to a random song in between telling Kurt how amazing he was that he offered to take him home. And thanking him repeatedly. His firm nods backed up his conviction the he thought Kurt was a good person every time (4 and counting) that said so.
Sure, tomorrow might bring a world of pain from things that happened he couldn’t remember and others that he, certainly, would. Tonight? Nothing hurt. Not a single thing. Counting to twenty while walking a straight line would probably make his head explode but!!! Life was good. “Kurt! Are we? Wow. We are,” an uneven smile and sparkling hazel eyes stared in shock from Kurt who was standing outside the car with his door open and Kurt’s house. “That was..fast!”
Their journey inside was a stumbling mess of an arm slung around Kurt’s shoulders, Blaine grasping every other step up at the staircase railing and trying to be as quiet as possible as they climbed it and Kurt escorted him down the hall. Surprisingly, he managed it. Except for tiny gasps when he thought he might lose his footing. Or a giggle the one time he did when they were in the safety of Kurt’s bedroom behind his closed door.
“Is this your room,” asked Captain Oblivious as fingertips swatted for nearest thing to grab onto for balance. They landed on Kurt’s closet
doorknob
and Blaine held it in a vice grip, shoulder on the door trying to act way more sober than he really was. Pouting in thought, he rubbed the back. “I like it. It’s very you. Kurt? Can I ask you something?” Oh boy. Here we go.
Her chuckle was dangerous, cutting through the silenced studio. He retained her undivided attention, and no one wanted to draw that onto themselves. She had almost been finished tearing this kid a new one, but that tone. As she circled him, she could feel his anger rising. He was making this fun for her.
“Oh, wow!” she said, her expression wickedly delighted. She wanted to see how far she could push him before he lashed out in frustration. Better for him to find out in class and learn how to deal with it than make her mistake out there. “You got some guts after all. Okay. If you aren’t homesick, what’s your problem? Or do you just suck?”
She was still coming for him? Blaine listened to Rachel suffer through her first six months with this woman. He should have expected nothing less than her ‘trial by fire’ attitude. But this? This was hitting him at the worst time possible and he was quickly losing whatever patience he was desperately clinging onto. If only out of respect for her position because she was rapidly losing it for anything else.
Blaine knew how people like her worked. He’d suffered worse by others who were better at it and far crueler. And also helped someone else do the same. A bully was a bully. Regardless of the wrappings. Or position at a prestigious arts school his family was paying a lot of money for him to be at to learn. Not to have a psychoanalysis done by someone who at one point? Was a psycho. Could you really say it was past tense listening to this conversation, though?
“I’m sorry but I fail to see how any of this,” he gestured towards the room beyond them by letting his hand fall free from where it was behind his back to gesture towards the room, “has anything to do with my personal life.” His tongue ran along the roof of his mouth like he was coaxing down the last bitter pill of tolerance he had left. “I apologized. I said I’d do better and it will not happen again. Can we, please, move on?”
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Blaine meant every word he said. That without Sam these past couple months, he didn’t know how he would’ve made it out of bed most mornings. After his confession of feeling like he was the worst person on the planet, the blond made it a point to do everything in his power to show Blaine he wasn’t. He’d even gone so far as to stay the night on occasion when Blaine was having one of his worst of his not-so-good days.
Like tonight.
They were sitting in front of the television, game controllers in their hands firing off round after round on Call of Duty until their eyeballs felt too dry to keep staring at the screen. Another snowfall began hours ago and he could see it clearly through the large french doors that lead from the kitchen onto an outdoor patio already covered in white. The hot chocolate Blaine suggested he should make warmed his hand as Blaine shifted his attention from the dizzy spinning flakes falling in the dark to Sam’s reflection in the glass windowpanes. A lopsided grin tugged the corner of his mouth upwards.
“I think I’d be lost without you, you know?” Tangling their fingers together, Blaine tugged Sam down just enough that he could rise up and press a kiss to the other’s cheek ignoring how his belly did one of those spinning cartwheels as he lowered back down. “Just.. Thanks. For being such a good person, Sam. One of the best, actually.” Because that’s what Sam was.
Blaine is your typical ‘be a better person tomorrow than you were today’ sort of guy. His family truly wouldn’t accept anything less. Working hard for where they are today began generations ago with an immigrant great-great grandfather who came from nothing, Americanized their name to start over in the United States and starting over meant there was only one option on the table. Succeeding. His mother’s side is of the same sort of ilk that his father’s family is built upon. Hardworking, dedicated. Closet perfectionists that are harder on themselves than their peers and even family could be. Everything that Blaine is, is a combination of Ranie and Pamela Anderson’s efforts and personalities. Except.. He wasn’t part of the plan. Nor was his sexuality.
Cooper was the first one to notice in spite of Blaine’s love of boxing, fencing and polo..he was softer than most boys his age and loved dance, music and theater as much as he did the other stereotypical ‘boyish’ things Ranie preferred for his sons. His older brother had his suspicions confirmed when he caught Blaine having to GI Joe’s get married one afternoon and asked him why. Blaine explained that one day he wanted to marry a boy and have a wedding just like this. Cooper took the dolls and forbade Blaine ever touch them. Blaine, looking up to his older brother, did as he was told. From then on, Cooper attempted to shield Blaine’s sexuality from their father who was always distant with the son he hadn’t planned on. Until age 14 when Blaine outright told the entire family he liked boys and not girls. From then on, Ranie did his best to convert his son by various projects, sports, anything he could think of. Only to fail miserably.
The distance grew after Cooper left. Eventually, Blaine spent his middle school years mostly alone in an empty house. His father splits time between three hospitals and his mother travels often between pharmaceutical companies. Sebastian Smythe was his closest and dearest friend from childbirth on. Their families interweaved through their father’s relationship in college. Sebastian is precious to Blaine. In spite of his lifestyle that Blaine isn’t sure he is overly thrilled about. In the aftermath of an attack at his middle school Blaine has kept a secret? He spends most, if not all of his time living in the penthouse apartment of his older brother or with Sebastian. A ray of sunshine that lights up the room, he’s avoided attention from Gossip Girl for the most part. Except being listed as one of the Four Gays Of The Apocalypse. Who knows how long that will last? Seeing as how that ray of sunshine comes with a few shadows he’d rather not let anyone see.
connections. -Sebastian Smythe: Childhood friend who is the person Blaine considers himself closest to. Sebastian knows about Blaine’s attack and was there to help him through it. Since then, Seb has been protective of Blaine. Sometimes a little too protective, but Blaine would rather have that than the opposite. He’s, also, the one constant in Blaine’s life other than Cooper. Blaine may not approve of some of the ways Sebastian spends his time. But, he’s dealing with it seeing as how he may be spending some of his time in ways Sebastian may not be too fond of either. -Kurt Hummel: Kurt and Blaine began as friends tied together for the love of theater and performing arts. They soon developed into a friends with benefits sort of relationship that is kept on the downlow. Both of them would prefer to keep it to themselves and have agreed on the terms that there are no feelings besides friendship attached. Though, Blaine’s struggling to uphold that end of the deal (for reasons unknown)–a few guys he’s slept with after nights with Kurt have been his way of pushing them aside. -Rachel Berry: Former beard. Now, very close friend. Rachel and Blaine met in the summer before freshman year. Their love of Broadway and all things musicals pulled them together much like him and Kurt. Rachel and Blaine came up with the idea for her to be his beard when he confessed to her he didn’t want his sexuality being the only thing people associated him with when they began their high school years. Though he left out the main reason why. After coming out in his sophomore year when he thought it was safer to do so, Rachel remained a friend close enough she’s nearly a sister to him. -More TBA:
Guitar on his back, Sam walked through the streets of Lima, a little defeated. His beloved truck was out of gas, so he had to leave it in his Mom’s driveway until he could afford to fill it up. Hopefully it would only be a couple more days, but he felt a little lost without it. He was trying to figure out where he was going to stay that evening when a car pulled up at the side of him. The driver was the familiar Blaine Anderson, who had been kind enough to let Sam crash at his place a few times. They WEREN’T friends as such, well maybe they were but Sam would never label them as such, but Blaine helped Sam out when he needed it. He didn’t like it when people took PITY on him, so when Blaine offered his help, Sam declined every single time, but Blaine was always insistent.
Blaine was here like Superman again, offering him a place to sleep and telling him to get in his car. Sam wanted to argue, he wanted to assure the other male that he would be FINE but he was tired, he was famished and he just wanted to go somewhere safe for the night. He quietly agreed to the offer, and gave Blaine a fist bump before he climed in the passenger side of the car. “I appreciate it, man.” Sam said, cleaning his throat.
Fortunately for Sam Evans as it began to get dark outside? The former Warbler only just began his drive back to Westerville after a study / relationship advice session with Rachel when he passed him on street. Ready to argue against Sam arguing that he didn’t want to bother him, Blaine hit the button for the window to roll down and had the words ‘I insist’ on the tip of his tongue when the blond, surprisingly, got in the car without any coaxing whatsoever. That was new. “Hey! Yeah. No problem.” A fist bump later, Blaine had company for the drive and Sam had a roof over his head for as long as he needed it. That was how they seemed to work.
Their time on the road felt like it barely started (compared to how long it seemed when he was alone) before they pulled up the long driveway to Blaine’s house. Having Sam with him always made the miles go by faster. Whether they talked or drove in silence. It felt good to have him there. No one called out when they entered in spite of the lights glowing through the downstairs windows. “You know the drill. Make yourself at home.” Blaine tossed his coat onto a chair in the living room and toed off his shoes next to the chair. “I’ll get dinner ordered. Italian sound good?” Two steps from the doorway back to the hall, he paused and glanced over his shoulder giving Sam a thoughtful look. “You know I meant what I said in the car, right? It’s never a problem,” his lips curved into a small smile. “Oh! And! Thanks for not arguing this time. Even though I had my own argument locked and loaded.”
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Why was he doing this? What possessed him to think what he was marching towards Kurt to do was on the same PLANET as okay? Did someone spike his coffee? No. Did he fall and hit his head at Warbler practice? No. He must’ve lost his mind. That had to be the reason why he followed Kurt out when he left his pack of hyenas and seemed to be leaving to go home. Blaine clenched the stem of the rose he bought from the woman selling them
(he never dug his wallet out as fast as the second he saw her)
outside the Lima Bean so tight, his fingers should be thankful that the thorns were already trimmed off.
By the time he caught up to him, his stomach was twisted up so tight it felt hot. His heart beat like hummingbird wings inside his chest. Hazel eyes were round, blinking owlishly when he gently tapped Kurt’s shoulder and said his name at the same time to get his attention without startling the Cheerio. Here came the proverbial cat to steal his tongue right as the other turned with the look Blaine was pretty sure was reserved only for him. Somewhere between irritation and indifference. Asking him for the time crossed his mind in a flash of doubt that it might be best to back off. Look stupid that he didn’t know he could look at his phone and not have bothered someone who hated him as much as Kurt seemed to.
Gravity betrayed him, though. Cause the poles shifted, turned themselves in the direction that had his arm lifting and that perfectly shaped rose (red, why’d he pick red?) was held out towards Kurt. Blaine watched it come up like he was having an out of body experience. One that didn’t end as he stepped closer. Before Kurt’s quicksilver tongue could cut him down, their lips met for the first time. Could be the last time, too. At least he could stop wondering what that might feel like at all hours of the day and night regardless of the outcome. He knew.
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