The fondest of smiles pulled at Dave’s lips at the question, because it was nice to feel appreciated and to have his own feelings considered by someone as incredible as Blaine. He wanted to make sure that he was okay to kiss him first, even going as far as to ask if it was okay. It was a strange thing for him to think, it was a strange thing to be a part of, really.
Blaine was something else entirely. The good kind, obviously. He was amazing, thoughtful and careful. He always made sure to check on other peoples’ feelings before his own. He was such an incredible human being and Dave was left wondering how he’d managed to get someone so amazing to find him attractive or to even like him for that matter.
Cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink at the first kiss and he leaned into it easily, into the second one even quicker. It felt so brand new. It felt so … good. Dave pressed back into the kiss with ease, cheeks hot and sucked in slightly.
Kissing Dave felt so different. Brand new and breathtakingly so. The initial nervousness wore off past the first split second their lips touched and Blaine let himself melt into the sensation as he explored what this actually felt like. He’d taken his time and feeling himself floating away made him wonder why. Logical Blaine would rationalize he wanted to make sure he was ready for it when it happened. In the moment and fully invested into how Dave drew him in and made him want to nudge their lips apart (which he did)? Logic could find somewhere else to call home.
Only the sliver of a taste and he felt himself shudder. His breath heavy as he pulled back only far enough to catch a glance of Dave’s hairline and temple, the shell of his ear close to his mouth as he whispered. “Was that okay?” It’d been months for him and he felt a small rock form in his throat after the question. The finality of one part of his life and he swung his last foot through the threshold into something new, something unplanned but wanted, needed, ached for kept pent up was begging to be let out.
“Then don’t.” Sebastian told him, an earnest, but careful, emotion revealed in his eyes, behind the tumbled walls Blaine always kicked down whenever he was around. “I’m serious.” He said, already predicting the breath of laughter that was sure to erupt from Blaine’s lips. Blaine who always took whatever Sebastian said with an Atlantic Ocean of salt. He stepped in, even as his heart lept, encouraged by the way his wrist was being held and touched. “Don’t go.”
He shook his head, asking again, his voice quieter now. “You can crash in my room.” He licked his chapped lips. “And in the morning you can waltz into the provost’s office and tell them you’re coming back. They’ll probably throw at least four feasts in your honor.” He paused for a while, just looking at Blaine… His honeyed eyes that always made Sebastian feel like he was drowning, not in the cheesy, romantic, way, but almost painfully so, his lungs going tightly out of air, even more pain screwed in at the reminder he’d almost ruined one of them. He felt as though one wrong breath, a muscle twitch in the wrong second, and Blaine would crack into a million mirage pieces, and Sebastian would be standing in that room alone. Because it had to be his wild imagination that Blaine had been allowing this, those late nights, and now was even willingly touching him. He wondered if Blaine could feel how his pulse was racing under the touch.
“You don’t seem happy.” And now his voice as almost gentle. Sebastian wouldn’t know. He had never tried to be gentle with anyone else before. But if he could compare it to anything, that was the best he could hope for, that that was what Blaine would hear. “Not lately, Blainers…”
“Stay….”
Then don’t. Blaine fell in line with Sebastian’s predication like clockwork. His eyes, though glistening with a little bit of hope to hear exactly what he had, squinted at their corners. Right before, the soft laugh that rattled in his chest more as series of huffs, barely audible and more seen rather than heard, had him shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Exasperation. Not that he thought Sebastian was crazy. He was anything but that. Hearing what you want to hear and thinking it was possible? A huge difference. Oh, but he didn’t want to walk out of this room and leave the comfort these four walls held inside. The smell of leather and old books. Wood polish and sunshine through the floor to ceiling windows. A faint sound of music and singing in the air long after the voices faded into a murmur of activity behind closed doors leaving only the two of theirs echoing quietly.
Sebastian. Sebastian. Blaine let his knees buckle and sat down on the sofa. His landing untimely and hard enough to make him bounce twice. He never let go of Sebastian’s wrist though. Super glue grip, much?
That would be the reason he wanted to stay most. Someone apart from them. Someone who knew him in ways he’d never let anyone know him. The other parts of himself that Warbler Blaine who transformed into Blaine Warbler when he exchanged navy blue and crimson for bow ties and boat shoes whispered through the other end of the phone. Tapped out in careful texts. Shared underneath a blanket of Westerville stars with the hum of his or Sebastian’s pools in the background. Late nights with Blaine sitting on the floor and Sebastian sprawled out in bed talking. In ways no one could ever know because it would be made into something it wasn’t and he never wanted to be on the end of being chewed up and spat out for the company he kept. Until, you know, he was. Then the incident. Then an ebbing into nothing but radio silence and it’s way too far past salvaging. Heartbreak and a plane ride. Insomnia and stolen trophies. Who would have thought that would be what brought them back together again?
Now, Sebastian was asking him to stay. To crash in his room and pointing out the obvious. That pet name made him break eye contact. “I’m not,” he drug out the the t, stressing the consonant between his front teeth. “I haven’t been.” A glance to the fingers he pressed into freckled ivory skin before pulling, ever-so-lightly, in a gesture for him to come nearer. “I want to be. I’ll stay. Let’s hold the feasts until we talk more? If that’s okay? I could just really use someone to talk to.” Really talk. “You want to go up now? Or we can sit here if you want.”
( mssg » sam | sent) erg ( mssg » sam | sent) I didnt’ mean to send that ( mssg » sam | sent) yoiu were here in spirit! ( mssg » sam | sent) My feet are really cold, SAmmy. ( mssg » sam | sent) And wet. ( mssg » sam | sent) because they’re in a pool that hasn’t been heated since LAbor day!
( mssg » sam | sent) I’ve never seen so many passedout Dalton guys. ( mssg » sam | sent) it looks like the end of The Birds here. Limp WArblers in every position you can imagine barely moving in Trents backyard. ( mssg » sam | sent) not liek ( mssg » sam | sent)
Not like, you know in greek dish pattern positions. making that clear. ( mssg » sam | sent) you’re the greatest. I love you so much. Whyare you so…you?
BOLD / ITALICIZE WHAT YOU APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG !!
DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE.hand to face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to the bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows
SUSPICION. arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows rising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose
OPENNESS + COOPERATION.open hands / upper body in sprinters position / sitting on the edge of a chair / hand-to-face gestures / unbuttoned coat / tilted head / slacked shoulders / droopy posture / feet pointed outward / palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE.hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY + ANXIETY.chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “ whew ” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging pants or clothes / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer / marker / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION.short breaths / “ tsk ” sounds / tightly clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / running hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in brows / shoulders back, head up – defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding of teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales
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( mssg » blaine | sent) I think without context it’s kind of weird.
( mssg » blaine | sent) I promise not to judge you at all. ( mssg » blaine | sent) C’mon, Blaine.
( mssg » blaine | sent) Don’t be shy.
( mssg » blaine | sent) I wanna know.
( mssg » dave | sent) Great! So, you’re telling me I made this weird by trying to not make it weird? That’s pretty much par for the course in my book lately. ( mssg » dave | sent) Since you promised. Plus, now, I’ve got to make this un-weird. ( mssg » dave | sent) We’re in your car heading somewhere. I haven’t been able to figure out where yet. Maybe if I have it again? Anyway. Your hand is in mind while the other is steering. Oh, This is in one version of it. Cause there’s two. ( mssg » dave | sent)
You’re telling me that you’re so excited and we’re both itching to get to wherever it is we’re heading. Our first trip together or whatever and it’s this huge deal. ( mssg » dave | sent) I have no idea what road we’re on but you pull over and we’re suddenly out of the car and on some lakefront. ( mssg » dave | sent) Have I lost you here? Still with me?
answer the following for so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog. TAGGED BY:@oflettermanjackets (i’ma go with that.) TAGGING: anyone who visits here! please tag me so i can read??
WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?: Klaine. But I got some others that are pretty much right up there. Come at me. I’ll scream at you about at least eleventy more.
WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: Everything. Smut threads are fine once we build up to that part through writing and exploring our ships/headcanons/get to know one another’s style and preferences!
HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: I prefer to keep people within 5-10 years of Blaine’s age but I’m not opposed to shipping older than that if Blaine is in his verses where it would fit. Mainly in his post-university and university verses.
ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: Yes. I’m willing to plot out ships but I prefer we know one another first and are on the same page writing style and want wise. I’ve run into too many disasters by blindly jumping into ships. I prefer people I am comfortable to chat with OOC and who enjoy at least a little OOC plotting about our ships because I want partners who love our ships as much as I do!
HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?: I usually will wait until clothes are off or body parts are being mentioned to move it. I have my own sideblog for nsfw because tumblr can be broken from time to time and not all my followers dig smut. Also, I enjoy myself more that way! But!! I don’t care where my partners post our threads because they know their follower base and it’s all good! Only if we build up to that point, too. I won’t jump right into smut if I don’t know you and we haven’t spoke/written before. Sorry!
WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: I ship Blaine with a lot of people. Both canon and non-canon. I love him with plenty of glee muses and crossovers are always welcome. Basically, if we dig each other and things happen? I’m down! I try to keep an open mind for most ships.
ANY NOTPS?: Even some of my canon OTPs can be NOTPs if the writing styles don’t mix. I don’t really write off any characters in particular. However! Blainers is gay and while I don’t mind writing him questioning (like with Rachel), it will be brief and only with people I know well that can handle him not going very far at all. Those plots will be rare as I feel they could be dangerously overplayed if it happens often. Crushes are always welcome! Unrequited is fine, too. From both sides!!!
DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: Mutuals are welcome to send flirty memes and see where things go. I prefer we chat things out to see if our thoughts and ideas will blend. I’ve found ships work best and last longer that way.
HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: I love shipping. I’d like to get some more now that I’m getting active again. Come chat with me!
ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: Yes.
ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: Ship if a ship is there and we dig it? Idek.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: Klaine.
FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: Say hi. Introduce yourself. Be invested. Be willing to plot with me. Send me memes. Let me send you memes! Proceed to buckle yourself in cause this gonna be fun!!
Cooper had known that something was up with Blaine, he’d seen him growing more and more distant, but he hadn’t known that things were this bad. Mostly because Blaine seemed to refuse to let him in, opting instead to suffer in silence. At first Cooper had thought that Blaine would eventually come around on his own, open up and Cooper would be there to offer some solace, but it hadn’t come. Now he was worried. He watched as Blaine seemed to crumble in front of him, and silently Cooper shifted a little closer to his kid brother, slipping his arm around Blaine’s shoulder and giving him a little squeeze, letting Blaine finally talk.
The silence lingered around them for a little while, Cooper taking a few minutes to gather his thoughts, not wanting to accidentally make things worse. “You know that’s okay, right Squirt?” he finally said, his voice soft as he spoke, his thumb gently rubbing against Blaine’s shoulder, “No one has all the answers, and everyone goes through a tough time every now and then. You might feel lost right now, but you’ve got people around you who care about you, you know that, right?” he turned his head to the side, studying Blaine for a moment, not entirely sure where he was going with this. He wasn’t exactly known for giving profound advice, Cooper was the fun brother, not the serious well spoken one. But he knew that he had to try something, anything that would potentially help Blaine through whatever was going on in that head of his.
“This isn’t just about the competition tomorrow, is it?”
Blaine’s knee began to bounce against the lip of his chair once Cooper’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. The stoic expression he was doing his damnedest to keep began to dissolve and the crinkle between his brows was the first sign of how hard he was fighting to keep so much inside. Swallowing around the rock in his throat, he cautiously let his head rest against the inside of Cooper’s shoulder. Without any hesitation he might’ve had before because he knew Cooper didn’t particularly do the whole moments like this thing and his sophomore year before Dalton, no doubt, cashed a lot of those in–his fingers wrapped around Cooper’s wrist keeping his arm and hand right where they were. “Is it though? Is it okay? I’m not sure. I’m just expected not to be,” he shook his head the best he could given his position. “I’m not sure how to fix everything. One huge mistake and everything feels so..different.” Blowing it beyond repair? Wow. He never knew he’d be so good at it.
“No. It’s not only about the competition. It’s about everything.”
Shutting his eyes, he blew out a breath and ignored how his eyelids felt like they were on fire. Or how his breath would only come in short jerks that barely gave him enough air. “I don’t know where to go or what to do.” Licking his lips, he glanced up at the line of Cooper’s jaw with blood shot eyes but at least he was breathing deeply and his voice only cracked a little bit. “Why did I do that, Coop? Why’d I ruin everything?” Cooper didn’t have to answer. How could his brother know why when he could only chalk it up to having himself to blame? “Sorry. You didn’t sign up for this. I’ll be okay,” he shrugged and gave Cooper a wobbly smile. “Always am.”
“Please don’t THANK me.” Not for this – never for this. Thanking implied so many things to him; and it said so much about how Blaine viewed their relationship, how he viewed ELLIOTT himself.
It wasn’t how he wanted to be seen – Elliott didn’t want to be glorified or seen as anything but an equal partner. An equal man on equal FOOTING.
He had a lot of feelings about this, okay? About partners in which one was treated as so much more than the other, where one was more of a achievement being followed by a disposable lap dog, and Elliott had no wish to go back to such a thing any time soon.
Scratch that, any time EVER.
One arm snuck more firmly Blaine’s waist as they were talking, hand splayed under the shirt as it moved further – only to grip tightly in a SUDDEN movement, pulling Blaine. It was a sharp motion, tugging him right back into Elliott’s chest; a giggle elicited from him in the process. Breaking the softness of the moment before it broke itself.
“So, I actually wanted to talk to you about something – but I don’t want you to feel like you HAVE to say yes, yeah? There’s no pressure about it.” Now seemed as good a time as any to bring up the whole ‘My family want to meet you’ thing, and Elliott couldn’t help but see it as a fitting topic to move into.
He loved Blaine deeply, and what was a better way to show that, and that he considered Blaine a half of this pair, than to ask him about it?
“Okay, sorry.” He’d only said it because it felt it. Elliott had no idea how grateful he was for him, for them, for moments like this. Blaine was so convinced he was going to simply give up. Tell himself that maybe he needed to forget about having someone for a while. Then Elliott was there and look how far they came.
So what if he was grateful for it all? Grateful was such a good feeling to be. Considering how many darker emotions he had to sift through to get there.
Elliott’s hands always helped guide the way.
Just like now. As the arm wrapped around him, sending a ripple of goosebumps out from underneath Elliott’s touch that tickled their way up his spine–Blaine staggered towards where he was pulled. Their bodies met and he was in heaven. A perfect break-up of his apology and Elliott’s giggle brought one of his own to life.
Talk to him about something? Jerking up a dark brow, hazel eyes turned quizzitive. Better be a good talk. Cause he was about two seconds away from blatantly stealing a kiss. Doing so, now, would be very out of place if it wasn’t. Just to make sure? He gave Elliott a peck anyway. There. Preemptive smooches just in case.
“Sure. Is it a good talk slash question? Cause..I mean. Saying no to you is practically impossible.”
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Sebastian eyed Blaine from the corner of his eyes, as he finished setting the movie, once he realized Blaine hadn’t. He saw his hesitation and wavered. “Everything alright…?” He asked, hesitant, himself. He should have googled it. But then it looked like Blaine’s face was lighting up, and Sebastian waited, batted breath. He heard the questions, and pinched his nose, awkwardness welling up. Whelp. “I… Never done it before.” He admitted, the lightest flush on his face, which was something of an unicorn. “Not much of a tea buff.” He scrunched up his nose. “If you’d asked for a espresso…” He pointed out, raising an eyebrow, as he hit play. “You want one?” He could do that.
He gave Blaine an inquiring look, and just then the bell rang. “Food.” He mentioned, getting up with a groan, and walking over to the door, grabbing his wallet from an end table on the way. “Hey, gorgeous.” “Hey there.” He cleared his throat, as he still smirked sideways, because it was his prerogative to flirt with Freddie. He fished out the money and some extra and pushed it into the boy’s pocket. “Not tonight, Freddie.” “Got company already?” Sebastian nodded, and got the bags, Freddie smiled at him. “Put in some extra fries for you. See you soon?” Sebastian smiled, smug. “Later.” He watched him leave, and was turning to get the burgers inside, when the pizza arrived, and the chinese, soon after that.
He got it all and strolled back to the living room. “Hope you’re hungry.” He announced, as he set the box with the pile of bags on top, down on the coffee table. “You want coke? Or a little something more?” He asked, as he opened the bags and started to spread the food around, chinese food boxes, and burgers and fries, and opening up the pizza box. “We’ve got the Attorney’s bar all to ourselves.” He noted, then he was finished. “A la Smythe.” He made a bow like a fancy waiter, one arm pressed against his chest, then fell sat on the couch, putting his feet up the coffee table, after grabbing a burger.
“The fact that you tried is all that matters,” he smiled so wide his cheeks nearly swallowed up the corners of his eyes. The first real, huge smile he’s had in weeks it feels like. Where it wasn’t forced, faked or filled with doubt that he should be smiling when a world of apologies was waiting behind the gesture. Seeing the blush on Sebastian’s cheeks? No matter how faint the crimson was on the freckled ivory skin Blaine came to be utterly fascinated by more often than he’d ever admit? Knowing he put it there made him feel warm inside. Proud of himself, even. Content? Yes. Content. “Oh? Coffee? Maybe after dinner.” Wasn’t their food close by now? Then, like mucked up tea and the need for some serious face stuffing summoned the first round? There it was. “Speaking of which,” Blaine thumbed towards the door when the bell went off.
Hazel eyes still sparkling from his chuckle followed Sebastian’s retreat as he blindly sat the tea mug on the end table. He listened to the exchange and turned to look away from the direction if came from when it became a bit awkward feeling like the third wheel to the food delivery guy. How stupid was it to think he should? Sebastian was a flirt. Always had been. Blaine was just not used to hearing those kinds of affections go to anyone else other than him. Which he had no right to stake a claim to considering he was taken every time they were. But there’s something in the exchange that made him feel…different. Sebastian bragged about his escapades to anyone who would listen. However. At the end of the day? That tone of voice was only ever truly directed at him. Even if he only waved it off, blushed or looked away? He was greedy and flawed enough to admit (only to himself) that Sebastian’s attention was something he cherished because he felt like it was his..and his only. Not for Rachel, not on New York, not towards anyone or anywhere else but for him. Selfish much?
One after another, their dinners arrived and by the time Sebastian returned to the living room? Blaine let the misplaced and very much unwarranted awkwardness go, trading it for relief that Sebastian was back and the smell of the sweet and sour chicken inside one of those bags forcing him to realize he hadn’t eaten since New York (lunch with Kurt before their night out..) again. A rumble in his stomach followed and his hand rested on his belly trying to muffle it. “Wow. That’s..alot,” he laughed at Sebastian’s bow and the massive amount of food laid out for their taking. “Um.. Coke and something a little bit more please? Whenever is fine.” Cause he could go for both and pretending a drink wasn’t a good idea was as dumb as his momentary lapse of sanity less than a minute ago. “Hold on. I’ve done nothing for this feast. Let me go fix our drinks. I remember where the bar is,” he grinned and climbed off the massive sofa bed grabbing an egg roll along the way. “What do you want? Say it now or I make it up.” He shot the lanky boy on the couch a raised brow. Don’t test him. He totally would.
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