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jason.@nosquisumus

“I’d rather not, plausible deniability and all. Come on, let’s get you patched up.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to breathe a word you were here. I’d rather not answer questions about how this happened anyway.” Blaine shot the guy a guilty smile before looking down at his ~~bloodied~~ bruised knuckles. They really were a mess. And he had piano lessons tomorrow. Probably should have thought about that before he didn’t regain control of a sparring match gone a teeny bit out of control.

“I’ll be–,” he hissed in a breath through clenched together teeth in a grimace when he wriggled them trying to make a point that failed beyond the meaning of fail (so said the pain shooting up his arm). “Wow. That really is getting worse..and a lot more gross.” Cringing, his nose scrunched when he met the other’s eyes and nodded. “I mean–yeah. Thanks.”

kurt hummel.

_{A slight mischievous grin quickly graced Kurt’s otherwise impeccably styled features. For someone so prim and proper, it really didn’t take much to see each and every single one of the Warbler’s gears running rampant. Maybe it had been the fact these little conversations took place every so often. Maybe, deep down, his ability to read the other boy like a book had left him curious, wondering, colored with intrigue how they had both ended up in such a place to begin with. A sense of familiarity, pettily disguised as pretty much any excuse to be able to interact with him — in spite of his own high school reputation.}

_{❛ I have a boyfriend. ❜}

Blaine noticed the grin and wasn’t particularly keen on the spike of intrigue it created. What was going on in the Cheerio’s head to make him form that sort of a smile? Preparing for the claws to come out, Blaine stood his ground more determined than ever to not let someone like Kurt Hummel to get under his skin. ~~More than he already had..~~ Seeing Kurt enjoying himself brought a thoughtful pout to Blaine’s lips as he carefully planned his comeback. Although that blurt if information wasn’t exactly what he was prepared for. Both brows shot up and for only a blink or two, Blaine looked stunned. Boyfriend? Alright then.

“Um? Okay. I’m happy for you.” Leaning towards the boy, his smile was back (crooked but there) and his voice regained it’s same soft sincerity that everyone who knew him would come to expect. “I hope the two of you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day and he, you know, actually joins you here for a change?” Was Blaine Anderson just calling bullcrap? No! Not him! Never.

“Now if you’ll excuse me? I have some friends who are waiting.”

sebaiser.

It’s … INSULTING , almost ––– the thought that someone like Kurt would so much as blink in someone else’s direction. Having Blaine was a rarity , a once in a lifetime chance for someone with a face like that . And Blaine ? Blaine was far too gorgeous to settle for a boy so low-grade , annoying , unattractively baby-faced ––– never mind be slighted by him , to be anything less than worshipped by him. The audacity of it all.

Add injury to insult : it’s the first time in ages that Blaine’s reached out. Sebastian can’t exactly blame him ; he’s sure Kurt has something to do with it , that Kurt’s been watching like a hawk , ready to swoop down at the first whiff of Sebastian. It should be comforting , satisfying at least , to know that it’s him Blaine seeks solace in. Still , his pride is wounded in playing Best Friend. And yet –––—

( to – blaine ) : i think the universe is telling you something. kurt’s finallly found someone more in his league. maybe it’s time you do the same and let go of those training wheels.

Hurt ego and all , Sebastian still finds that signature smirk blooming in to something more genuine . It’s lucky he has the distance of the screen between them to hide the honest smile tugging at his lips , the way his eyes flicker at the glow of the screen.

He hesitates.

( to – blaine ) : but seriously. he’d be crazy not to appreciate what he has in front of him.

Blaine sat on the edge of his bed, hands still shaking as he gripped his phone so tight that the color bled out of his knuckles and fingertips. Tears of frustration, hurt and anger that didn’t stop his entire drive back to Westerville were still welled up in his eyes. The only person he thought would get it? That he could trust not to run and tell Kurt everything he said and make things WORSE? Was the one person that Kurt threw in his face repeatedly. As lately as two hours ago during their argument that got them to this point.

Sebastian probably had better things to do than read his endless spewing text about things like ‘great asp’s and ‘using Kurt’s voice as his ringtone’. Or suffer through the repeated question of how crazy he was for feeling this way mixed into a mottled mess of autocorrected words that, occasionally, were completely different from his original intent. He kept going until he was answered. Then the dots finally came to a brief pause until..

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I don’t know if I want to go that far. I just. I don’t understand why he can’t see the reasons for the distance growing between us. Or if he does? Why then, instead of fixing it, is he talking to this guy?

In an attempt to soothe headache building behind his eyes, Blaine rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a heavy sigh. The next message caught him off guard from how perfectly timed it was just as a wave of self-doubt flooded his thoughts.

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) It makes me feel like everything I’ve been afraid of might happen. I’m not sure how I’ll deal with it if it does. That’s the biggest reason why it hurts so much.

rachel.

Rachel didn´t like to think about the day she had heard about Finn´s death. She didn´t like to think about how it had felt like someone had ripped out her heart, thrown it to the ground and repeatedly stepped on it. She had never really lost someone. A grandma, yes, but she had been too little to comprehend it and this? This was entirely different. It wasn´t like she had necessarily been head over heels in love with Finn anymore, but he had been her person. Her first love. And part of her had thought that, maybe, at some point they would get it together and be a couple. Maybe it had been wishful thinking, and not the best idea, but it had been there, inside her head and heart, and now that this possibility had been taken from her she had no idea how to deal with it all.

She snuggled closer against Blaine then, letting him tangle their legs together. He had lost a friend too. Kurt had lost a brother. They had all lost Finn and while life had to go on ( Like the show had to go on, or all over the place, like Finn had always said ) it was hard to just pull herself together. She´d have to go back to NYADA at some point though, they had given her two weeks off, but she knew Finn wouldn´t have wanted her to fall behind.

She sighed as she buried her face against Blaine´s chest. “I love you too…and I`m sorry I´m putting all of this on you.” She whispered. “I know it´s hard on you too.” She stifled another yawn. “And you´ve been so kind. So thank you.”

“Please don’t think of apologizing to me. That should be the last thing from your mind. I just want to be here..” Yes, he lost Finn and damn it there was a giant of a quarterback sized hole in his heart that’d been there ever since he got the call asking him to come to the Hummel-Hudson house. But. Rachel and Kurt needed him more than he felt like he had the right to lean on them. His loss wasn’t any less significant. There’s really no comparison when it comes to grieving and it’s, definitely, not something to try and ‘one-up’ anyone over. It wasn’t anything like that. They just needed him and he made a promise to Burt that he’d make sure to be here if only to LISTEN. Whatever the two of them needed, he’d give it freely. And deal with his pain in pieces with them when they could take it. Or silently when he didn’t think they could.

“Of course. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Gentle, careful fingers began to lace their way through Rachel’s hair and his free hand scooped hers up to hold both against his chest. His pulse was steady and strong and there to give her something to focus on. Breathing deep, fingertips lightly grazed over her scalp and he sighed towards the ceiling.

Blaine’s fingers never stopped playing with her hair as he let his eyes fall shut. He didn’t need to open his eyes when he felt the bed budge next to him. Kurt was here and there were a pair of arms wrapped around him and one leg stretched over both his and Rachel’s. “Get some rest. Both of you. Breakfast in the morning. Don’t forget.”

cooper.

⟨ text : blaine ⟩ gif.
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ she wouldn’t be too thrilled about her most handsome and talented son being behind bars either. or his really good and equally handsome and talented friend frank.
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ i went to get in’n’out. then came back. it’s great material for my upcoming audition for the new fast and furious movie. living on the wild side. hit and run. ruining cars left right and center.
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ every successful celebrity has an assistant, blaine. that’s hollywood 101. you can’t expect me to handle my own calendar can you? you don’t mingle with the other stars, you send your assistant to mingle with the other assistants. you’ll be able to read this and other tips in the book i’m getting ghost written. available fall of 2018. maybe. i’ll send you a signed for christmas.
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ of course not. that’s the drink of producers blaine. everyone knows serious actors order a 5 shot venti, 2/5th decaf, ristretto shot, 1 pump vanilla, 1 pump hazelnut, breve, 1 sugar in the raw, with whip, caramel drizzle on top, free poured, 4 pump mocha. and the starbucks queue is a right of passage when starting your day. have you really woken up if you haven’t waited over 30 minutes for your coffee? i think not.

( mssg » cooper | sent ) gif.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) I’m pretty sure she’s not going to be very excited if you–or Frank–end up in jail. I could always run it by her in a hypothetical sense? See what she has to say about bailing you out?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) You know. Hypothetically?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) You’re auditioning for the new Fast and Furious? Hang on. You’re method acting your audition for the new Fast and Furious? Coop? Can you please not?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Wow. How did you know what I always wanted? Who’s doing the writing? Please don’t tell me it’s the Starbucks guy.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) That drink sounds disgusting. You could, I don’t know, always just go for some coffee? Milk, couple of sweetners? Could streamline your day. I’m pretty sure it’s a miracle that you’ve survived this long in Los Angeles if you’re making people wait that long in the morning for coffee.

tate.

_{Tate couldn’t help but laugh at a little at ‘she was nice’. Poor, poor naive boy ; Constance was a cold-hearted bitch, but he’d learn over time. His mother had something of a skill at getting on people’s bad sides. “Seventeen,” he replied. The cigarette was brought up to his lips for once last puff before he snuffed it against the soul of his shoe. He’d typically just toss it into the yard, but despite his severe lack of social skills, even he knew that would be rude right in front of Blaine. “Happy early birthday, man. I’ll try to remember that.” He was right around Violet’s age.}

_{“I uhm, I actually don’t go to that school anymore. They kicked me out. For fighting.” He draped his arm around the banister at the end of the stair’s railing to lean against. Tate’s game plan was to make enough conversation, and linger enough, that he was invited inside ; This kid seemed friendly enough. “My mom homeschools me now. I don’t — I don’t make friends very easily, I guess. So, when ma told me you just moved in, and you were right around my age, I wanted to come say hi. So — hi.”}

Blaine noticed the laugh and had to wonder exactly how badly the strange woman had to get on her son’s nerves to earn that kind of sardonic chuckle just from someone telling him she was nice. Interesting dynamic, perhaps? How interesting, though? In the end? At least she was around to get on her son’s nerves. Who knew what was better? Absentee or hover parenting? Maybe they could compare notes one day. Hazel eyes brightened and a truly grateful smile greeted the birthday wish. “Thanks. I have no plans yet. If you do remember, you should come by.” It’d be better than spending it alone and if he wasn’t alone? The company to distract him from his parents and his brother (if he was free enough to visit) was more than welcome.

So, that was why he didn’t recognize Tate in the slightest. Blaine motioned towards a planter where he could get rid of his cigarette butt. No one would notice it there. “Why were you the one kicked out?” Genuine curiosity was clear in his voice. “If you don’t mind me asking? Wait–sorry. Before you answer that,” he thumbed over his shoulder towards the door, “Did you want to come in?” Bending, he grabbed his bag and waited for Tate to take him up on the offer. “I’m sure I can find us something to eat if you’re hungry?”

michael.

“Well, she has proven to be a bit of a walking hazard.” Michael replies lightly, gaze turned briefly to the fluffy dog held to his chest as her little head comes to rest on his shoulder with a little huff. Princess indeed. His smile sweetens at that just before his gaze flicks back to Blaine as the man continues speaking- just before a wholehearted chuckle is prompted from him. A day of firsts sounded about right, he thinks as he considers just how hard it would be to teach this dog to trip handsome strangers.

Michael remembers once being told by a girl whose boyfriend apparently had been a customer of Michael’s in the past that his laugh was the only pure thing about him. He certain hopes he had that left, but mostly he wonders how on earth she’d been so pleasant talking to a hooker her lover once took into a back alley. Either way looking at the way Blaine’s smile lights up his face, Michael is fairly certain he’s just been beat.

“While she probably could learn tripping on command, I don’t think she’d be able to spot the handsome ones from her vantage point.” It was a bit bold for him during the day. Michael on his own truly wasn’t much of a flirt, not when he spent all night doing that, and certainly not when he knew perfectly well how bad it could turn out behaving in such a way around the wrong people- but a friendly spoken compliment to a friendly man, intent as lighthearted as it can be, should be safe enough.

“She has, hasn’t she? Serial tripper in the works. Better keep an eye on her,” his nose scrunched, eyes squinting like he was sharing some secret warning, “You know? In case it starts becoming a habit. Watch for warning signs. All that stuff.” Just when he thought the tiny, fuzzy ball of cute could make his heart melt anymore than it already had, Apple nuzzled into Michael’s neck and Blaine’s entire face softened into a look of utter ‘awwwwh!’. Problem was? When he got that look? Apple had her work cut out for matching Blaine’s level of puppy dog eyes.

However, abrupt laughter made them wrinkle at their corners as Blaine stepped around a woman standing directly in the path of oncoming foot traffic chatting away on her phone. Someone couldn’t do two things at once! Thankfully, Blaine could and avoided an embarrassing collision with someone much bigger than Michael’s tiny companion.. Olive cheeks were flush with color thanks to the compliment.

“Maybe just letting her run into random strangers and taking a chance with fate might be a better idea? Who knows who you’ll meet. Or where you’ll end up. Speaking of which?” Blaine nodded towards the door of a brick front with a weathered white wooden door and several silver dog bowls sitting on the sidewalk out front. “Here we are. You first,” he held the door open and motioned for Michael and the puppy to go ahead. Then snuck in a rub to her nose as they passed by.

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1. STEPHEN EDWIN KING

Stephen Edwin King (born September 21, 1947) is an American author of contemporary horror, suspense, science fiction and fantasy. His books have sold more than 350 million copies and have been adapted into a number of feature films, television movies and comic books. King has published 50 novels, including seven under the pen-name of Richard Bachman, and five non-fiction books. He has written nearly two hundred short stories, most of which have been collected in nine collections of short fiction. Many of his stories are set in his home state of Maine.

King has received Bram Stoker Awards, World Fantasy Awards, British Fantasy Society Awards, his novella The Way Station was a Nebula Award novelette nominee, and his short story “The Man in the Black Suit” received the O. Henry Award. In 2003, the National Book Foundation awarded him the Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. He has also received awards for his contribution to literature for his whole career, such as the World Fantasy Award for Life Achievement (2004), the Canadian Booksellers Association Lifetime Achievement Award (2007) and the Grand Master Award from the Mystery Writers of America (2007).

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miss july.

She appreciated that he didn’t waste her time with feeble excuses but he sure as hell didn’t look ready to get it together. This one needed a healthy dose of tough love, and she believed in him enough to give it to him herself.

“Aw,” she said, lips gathering into a pout, mocking pity. “The novelty of the big city wearing off? You lonely? Homesick?“

It was tough on kids—she remembered her first months in New York, living off dreams, ramen noodles and weekly calls home. She’d pushed through it, throwing herself so deeply into her work that she couldn’t think about anything else. The sooner he learned to do the same, the better off he’d be.

Probably wrong of him to assume that an apology and a promise to not make excuses was going to get things back on track and let her give the students (all of them) her attention. Didn’t stop his heart from falling to the floor and taking his stomach along with it on the way down when she kept her focus right on him. So much for assuming. Everyone knows what ‘assume’ means in the first place. Right?

He could feel what guts he had left twist when she started to mock him. Deep down past the nerves he felt were sandpapering themselves against their own edges as they became undone, frustration and anger began to simmer. Hot, hotter… The back of his mouth tasted awful.

Blaine swallowed the flavor of adrenaline and bitterness that tone drug out from where it’d been buried deep. His hands swung behind his back and clasped together to keep themselves from fidgeting. “No. Nothing like that. As I said. Excuses. That’s all it’d be. Thank you for asking.”

Blaine bit his lip as he stared at his phone. Was Enzo, a guy he’d talked to a few times after finishing up playing for the night, downstairs? How did he know where he lived? He pinched the corner of his bottom lip tighter between his teeth debating what to do. Wanting answers more than anything else was what won out in the end and lead him downstairs. To the door. And coming face to face with a very confusing, and unnerving, puzzle thrown into his lap.

“Enzo? Hey! Hi. Um? Come in,” Blaine stepped back into the entrance of the apartment building. Befuddlement clearly written on his face and how he just sort of thumbed over his shoulder towards the staircase. “I live upstairs and the lady in number three hates it when people talk down here at night. Follow me?” Turning, he lead the singer towards the stairs making sure to keep only a step ahead. “Sorry. I didn’t expect company. How are you..?”