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christian.

Christian couldn’t help the small rise of color in his cheeks when Blaine said this, cracking a small smile as he looked away bashfully. He then sighed and lowered his arms so he was looking at the mirror once more. He supposed he did look… rather pleasant on the eyes. The red of the vest mixed with the simple black and white of the rest of his ensemble stood out quite nicely. It had a bit of a poetic touch, he had to admit.

He stood slowly, looking around for his hat and placing it precariously on his head, pursing his lips as a determined little frown creased his brows.

“Well, I did promise you all I would help. I don’t go back on my promises.” Christian turned to look at Blaine and the rest of the Bohemians, smiling wide now as an air of confidence made him stand a little straighter. “Let’s go, shall we?”

“You are a good person.  Thank you.  For everything.”  Reaching his hand up to palm over his smile, Blaine watched the boost of confidence blanket itself over Christian’s nerves and silently praised whoever was listening that their only hope felt better about the situation.  Not that there wasn’t a backup plan already in the works.  

“Ah?  Not quite yet..  First they are going to want to–.”  If he knew his friends, at any second there would be someone shouting–!!  And (like clockwork!) there it was.  Toulouse-Lautrec’s unmistakable voice shouting, ‘Absinthe!’ Followed by cacophony of cheers that nearly drowned out the last syllable.  The bohemians never left home without drowning themselves in it.

Blaine only drank every now and then (tonight he figured one of them might need to keep a clearer head–maybe just a tiny bit) but his friends?  They wasted no time gathering Christian up and introducing him to their precious muse in all her glory before they set out bound, determined, and filled to the brim with the hope of a bunch of starry-eyed, liquored up dreamers.

christian.

Christian made a soft noise in the back of his throat, nerves painfully obvious by how he fiddled with the brim of his hat. He shuffled over to the chair where the vest lay and eyed the piece of fabric like it had insulted his mother before picking it up and slipping it on.

He took one look at himself in the mirror and groaned, head falling back. “I look absolutely ridiculous!” he cried, slumping down in the chair that had previously held the vest he currently wore. “This is going to be a disaster.” It was muttered, his arms thrown up and covering his face so his voice was muffled.

“Satine will take one look at me and laugh me all the way out the door!”

Behind Blaine three other pairs of eyes were pleading with baited breath and hands formed in prayer for Christian to take the plunge and put it on.  For all their sake!  For the sake of their art and all their hard work.  Blaine stood closest, chewing his bottom lip like a parent watching if their child was going to spit out their first taste of real food or not.  Would he do it?

Please, please, please?!  YES!  Victory!

He had to hand it to the writer.  His dramatic collapsing onto a chair act was truly a work of superbly encaptured flair.  Christian looked too miserable to point that out, so he let it go and approached him.  Blaine’s expression was one of complete sympathy and desperate warm pleading comfort. “One night.  One chance.  You’re handsome as ever, Christian.”  Bending at the waist, careful fingers gave his cheeks a pinch then a gentle pat soothed the touch away before he stood back up and grinned.  “She’s going to love you.  I promise.”

Tina’s last day in New York City.  How did the time go by so fast?  Wasn’t it two hours ago when she got in?  Nope.  It’d been days and now she was due to go back to Brown later that evening and Blaine was determined to make her last hours here something to remember.  He had the day packed full until it was time to go to the airport.  Groggily walking through the loft after a way-too-early alarm–Blaine stopped beside the couch and tilted his head.  Could she fit herself any tighter against the back?  Least she looked comfortable?  Listening to her steady breathing made his eyes want to close again.  Heavy limbs pulled him closer.

Breakfast could get started a little later–yeah?   Kurt wouldn’t be ready to wake up for an hour or longer. Woe be to anyone who decided to interrupt his sleep after going an entire night without. Snuggling up to her was easy.  Big Spoon?  Thy name is Blaine Anderson!  The bridge of his nose fit against the back of her head and he didn’t even mind all the hair.  Sort of hard to mind much when this was so comfy and she was so warm.  “I’m going to miss you,” he mumbled quietly.  God, would he.  This was always the worst about reconnecting with the friends who drifted off.  That sad tug in his heart when he knew it was time to say goodbye felt awful. Hours, right?  They had hours. Shutting that thought away–Blaine held her a bit closer and let himself doze off.

@genuinelytee

christian. @ncturebcy

Startled, he almost dropped the hat he was holding in hand.

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“There’s nothing wrong with it! It just doesn’t… Suit me..” Blue eyes cast a glance towards the red vest laying on one of the chairs, waiting to be put on. “A-And besides, it’s a- a pitch for a show! Not some r-romantic d-date.”

Christian chuckled nervously before adding, “the fact that the pitch is being brought to a-.. a b-beautiful woman doesn’t count.” He was way over his head.

Blaine fumbled to catch the hat but Christian managed to hang onto it and saved the day!  There was no way they could afford to replace it.  Considering it was a prop for said show they were pitching tonight?  Crushing it on the floor would have been a disaster.

Christian was right.  The entire costume suit screamed everything that they were against but!  “Necessary evil, Christian!  Think of it as fitting in just so we can stand out in the long run??”

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His arm jutted out, hand gesturing towards the entire ensemble they were forcing him to wear just to have their voices heard.  He was their only hope!  “They won’t give you a second glace without it.  Come on?  You can do this!  We’ll..um..be there?  Just, you know, in the background!”

Who Is Eli C.?
pianokeysandbowties headcanon number: who knows by now!

Okies!  Strap yourselves in!  I’m gonna put this on my blog because it’s been in my head for a very long time now and I just shared it with a friend.  I really should jot this down to keep instead of typing it out every time!

So!  Blaine was the only out kid at Central High School besides one other boy. I imagine that Blaine was the one that really really pushed for them to go to the dance together to be out and proud and be themselves.  The boy agreed, reluctantly at first, and then we all know what happened afterwards.  Blaine felt completely humiliated and guilty for being the one to push so hard for considering that the other boy’s concerns actually did happen. (Also why he is so freaking hesitant about Kurt pushing so hard for prom and tells him what happened.)

In the aftermath, the boy’s parents made him cut all ties with Blaine. He wasn’t allowed to contact him, he wasn’t allowed to see him.  Blaine was gone to another school and the boy’s parents wanted Blaine out of their son’s life.  Blaine’s parents went for it because Blaine’s dad didn’t approve of them going to the dance together in the first place.  The fact that his son ignored his wishes and did it anyway infuriated him. 

Blaine and the other boy stopped talking and ended all contact. But!  Blaine never had that closure because of it.   He never really got to apologize and say he was sorry and get forgiveness. Even though he was the one hurt the most because he was so much smaller, the boy got messed up pretty bad too.  Blaine never forgave himself for that and it’s a guilt that he carried to Dalton and beyond.

Jump to a couple years later!  And this guy friends him on facebook, without a picture, without anything but this name that Blaine swears is the middle name of the guy he went to the dance with.   Or maybe it wasn’t?  Its been a couple years..maybe not?  When they were talking, Blaine was saying how lonely he was, how he felt abandoned by Kurt and that Kurt didn’t want him anymore because New York City was his life.  The guy was like “want to come over” etc.  Almost kinda catfishing him but not?  Like not telling him who he was?  But not hiding it either?  Except that one big hint of his middle name Eli (which he goes by at his new school because he, too, ended up transferring to South a few weeks after Blaine left for Dalton), sort for Elijah.  It was a wish on the guy’s part that Blaine might catch on. 

When Blaine shows up, he finds out who it is and things go from there.  Eli listens.  Eli tells him he’s always been good enough.  Blaine lets himself be vulnerable for just once and this guy who’s a stranger now but used to be a friend comforts him and it spirals out of control. And that whole “is it cause I don’t look like my picture?” was Eli just trying to make Blaine feel better.  Obviously, it was a joke.  The icon was a freaking lighthouse!   Eli knew how messed up and regretful Blaine was that he just cheated on Kurt.   It’d take a blind man not to see that.

Cause I never thought Blaine would EVER cheat on Kurt.  Especially not with a stranger.  Especially not after being torn up over Kurt just getting flirty texts from someone.  But this is the only way I can rationalize he would.  He’d have had to know the guy but it could never be someone as close to him as Sebastian.  Cause Sebastian would be way too devastated if he went back to Kurt and he knew he wanted to.  

Sebastian is far too important to Blaine and Blaine is far too important to Sebastian for that.  Sebastian would know that Blaine would be so filled with guilt that he’d lose the one thing he does have with him and that’s friendship.  Guilt would settle in and Blaine might never see Sebastian again.  There’s no way Sebastian would chance that for a hook up.  He’d wait.  Maybe someday..it’d be more than a hook up.  But not any time soon.  

But Eli…  They weren’t close.  Not anymore. Then they saw one another that one last time.  Eli caved for Blaine, Blaine took that comfort.  And the rest, they say, is history!  

There was no better time to show off Central Park to one of the Glee Club’s latest additions to New York City than when a fresh blanket of snow put a soft white blanket over the trees, statues, bridges and fountains that lined the twisting paths through one of Blaine’s favorite places to be.  Mike had yet to experience the scenery fully, as far as Blaine knew, and that was –or should be– a crime.  Why not steal a day when classes were cancelled and neither one of them had many plans to check that item off Mike’s too-busy-to-really-enjoy-the-city first few months of getting settled into NYADA’s and living in New York City’s routine?

Standing at the gate he’d texted his friend to meet him at, a thermos of warm apple cider in each hand, Blaine used the tip of a black boot to mess around with the clumps of snow at his feet.  A brow lifted up in his concentrated attempt to Etch-A-Sketch away a circular pattern by swiping his foot back and forth over it to flatten out the sparkling powder underneath his sole.  He’d barely begun a careful crescent shape when a shadow ghosted itself into view.  “Sorry, waiting for–,” he looked up ready to excuse himself if he was blocking someone and his smile went from apologetic to brilliantly delighted.  Mike!  “Waiting for you!  Hey!  Hope you like cider,” he lifted the silver and black beverage container in his right hand to give it a light ‘look here!’ shake before holding it out to him. “Make the walk so much better.  Ready for the view of a lifetime?”

@michaelrobertchangjunior

The Lima Bean was filling up with students grabbing some coffee before they went home or hanging out with their friends to gossip about the day.  Blaine entered alone, however.  Leather satchel slung over his shoulder and his phone gripped in one hand.  Hazel gaze drifted from table to table trying to pick out the girl who he barely knew until they were assigned to work on a project in Photography together.  Valerie.  That was her name.  She seemed nice enough and even if they were strangers?  Being assigned a partnership with some of the kids in that class would have made him want to pull his hair out by the end of one day.  McKinley did seem to have it’s fair share of …  be nice.  

Instead of spending their after school hours in school, Blaine suggested they meet here to organize things and get to know one another.  He’d grabbed his homework and hurried to the cafe as soon as the last bell rang.  By the looks of it?  He’d beat her here.  Grabbing one of the last empty places to sit, he staked their claim on it by sitting down and setting his bag on the tabletop.  There.  They had their spot.  The former Warbler busied himself by firing off a couple texts to his boyfriend while he waited for his new partner to show up.

@brcveandvaaliant

Uh, yeah, okay. That wasn’t creepy at allllll to hear incoherent mumbling coming from the couch he just tiptoed past trying not to wake Finn up.  It broke the quiet he was doing his best to keep with an odd string of barely audible words.  Blaine wasn’t sure he could pick out a single English one in the bunch.  All his efforts to keep quiet must have failed anyway.  Judging that the boy strung out with limbs everywhere cracked one eye open in his direction. 

Stepping backwards until he could lean against the doorframe between the kitchen and the living room and crossed his arms over his chest.  One hand lifted a few inches to fan an ‘hello’ wave.  Blaine kept his voice low as to not wake his boyfriend still sound asleep upstairs.  “Um.  Good morning to you, too, Finn.  Sorry.  I was trying to sneak to the kitchen.  Kurt asked me over since your parents are in Washington.”

“I figured I’d surprise him with breakfast.  Sorry if I woke you up..  Weird dream?” And then Blaine couldn’t hold back the chuckle that lit up his eyes.  He watched the other boy joining the land of the living with a warm smile that stayed even after the laughter faded.  “I think you might’ve just invented your own language a minute ago.  Hope you’re hungry..“

@numbcrfive

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Blaine sat curled into the corner of the sofa.  In the background–he could hear his father and Cooper ‘talking’.   His foggy brain couldn’t keep up with their conversation–muffled and far off as it was by distance alone–the warm numb moving through his veins kept his attention moving from the fire dancing inside the fireplace to the television he’d turned down to the point of muting it all together and back towards the sound of their conversation.  Barely picking up words now and then, he’d gone to the end closest to the hallway to try and hear better.  In spite of his efforts, he had no such luck.  Judging by the way his mother abruptly excused herself a half an hour ago?  No doubt it was about him and what happened.  

A couple of days earlier was still in the hospital and–his father was home for less than that before business called and he planned to leave again. Blaine would be hard pressed to say it was all that bad that his father was leaving in the first place.  Because Cooper was suddenly there–out of the blue to Blaine because he had no idea he was coming–to take his place.  A much better option considering how his father was taking the entire situation.  Unable to tell if he was more angry at the kids who did what they did.  Or that Blaine went against his wishes and had asked the boy to make a statement with him that couldn’t be ignored.  That they should be proud of who they are.  Have the courage to stand up to the stares, face the school together.  To say his father was opposed was an understatement. 

They went anyway.  The end result was…this.

He waited until there was silence until he heard the clicking of the door to his father’s office and footsteps coming toward the living room. Blaine lift his head and peered over the top of the couch from underneath a mop of loose curls that shadowed some of the cuts and bruises on their way to healing but the worst over his bottom lip and by his eye were the worse when he screwed his face up and pouted thoughtfully trying to ready himself for whatever happened. Seeing his brother–he slumped back down into his spot and his breath left him in one full woosh of deflating air. “I’m sorry, Coop.  Are you okay?  What did he say to you?”

kurt.

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          His heart quite possibly skipped a beat as Blaine stopped them in their tracks in the middle of the school grounds, the cold winter air knocked straight out of his lungs as he desperately tried to remain his posture. There hadn’t been many a moments in Kurt’s lifetime where he had found himself grow weak at the knees through means of a simple gesture. Inviting, perfectly shaped pale pink lips close enough to kiss, the other Warbler’s forever uniform clad body close enough to wrap his arms around just a little longer. A set of bright, lovestruck eyes mesmerized by the swift and sudden movement of Blaine’s free hand as the forever ongoing snowfall somehow managed to bring them even closer together. 

Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he just went straight for the plunge. Just lay one on him. Get it all over with, and —by any means— out in the open. Pull his heart up from under his sleeve and confess his undying love without so much as a hint of doubt or any fear of rejection. Perhaps, somehow, this was the universe’s bizarre way of trying to send a message — lips parted as though by default as he watched the other in slight amusement, one last fatal glance into all too familiar hazel eyes before quickly averting his gaze back to their immediate surroundings. 

          ❛ It’s definitely something, ❜  he hummed. Words that probably wouldn’t have sounded so skeptic had it not been for the current state of his toes and fingers; muscles loosely strained in the palm of his hand despite the additional warmth of fingers intertwined and coffee.  ❛ Thank you. ❜  Giving in, the taller male’s expression softened.  ❛ For breaking my fall today. Twice. ❜ 

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      Snowflakes continued to fall around them as they stood still.  Specks of white that clung to his hair and Kurt’s.  To their collars and scarves.  The air cold enough that they didn’t melt right away.  Not like the one he’d tried to taunt Kurt with by catching off his nose.  Curious hazel eyes watched Kurt’s expressions.  How he seemed to be thinking of something deeper than coffee flavors and a walk in the snow.  His head tilted and the question of what was on Kurt’s mind, a question Blaine never seemed to hesitate to ask, was frozen on the tip of his tongue.  Something inside him just got stuck.  Like he might be treading into waters that Kurt might not want him to delve into.

But then again?  Kurt’s eyes were so bright that maybe he was reading too much into things, feeling concerned over nothing.  He couldn’t help it, though.  When it came to Kurt?  There was such an instinct in him to make sure that Kurt was always okay (no..better than okay.) dug deep into him.  Kurt reminded him of so much of himself.  In a lot of ways.  Though, there was more to it than that.  Kurt was important–so, so, so important.  No better way to describe it than that.

Their eyes met.  Kurt looked happy.  Blaine’s worry faded.  And he looked happy, too.  A soft smile greeted that glance.  His gaze even followed Kurt’s until it was impossible and he laughed.  “You’re welcome.  I didn’t bring you out for you to sprain an ankle.  Don’t worry.  I’ll always catch you no matter what.  Okay?”  A quiet gasp followed, like he was remembering something.   “Come on,” he squeezed Kurt’s hand again and gave him a gentle tug, “There’s something you should see before we go back in.  Is that okay?  Or have I frozen the fun out of this adventure?”