RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS

BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV : orthodox monasteries , deep woods , starry nights , the sound of paper being torn , dimly lit rooms , withered roses , an unfinished letter , piles of books , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house , heavy wooden furniture , the air before a storm , the smell of earth , a crowd of people dressed in black , distant murmurs , emptied streets , the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT : coldness of the skin against a blade , slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands , a red stain blooming on white fabric , lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness , a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats , too many stairs , the desire to be invisible , a subtle memory of kind word.

THE IDIOT : classical statues , wealth covered with dust , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling , long walks in a park , useless chatter , a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench , a melancholic face , an unexpected spring rain , the joy of reading one’s favorite book , the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around , looking at cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops , flowers brought from an early morning walk , the wind caressing a girl’s hair , a bowl of fruit , the smell of ripe pears , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea , children’s laughter coming from the garden , soft sunlight & white curtains , the sensation of velvet against skin , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor , a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE : a glass of wine , the brightness of a crystal chandelier , white lace , a raging snow storm , the sound of a door being gently closed , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom , indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing , the sweet smell of strawberries , a pair of gloves left on an armchair , light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA : the chaos of a lively city , ambient jazz in expensive restaurants , jumping on a moving tram , the sight of moscow from the roof of a house , yellow flowers in a vase , leaning out of the window , shelves stacked with books , a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony , colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN : a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlor , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings , passing seasons , discussing french novels of the moment , unspoken thoughts , leaning against the door frame , quickly averted glance , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings , footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS : birch groves , morning mist , moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books , white roses , cheap champagne , shabby pocket-watch , light-hearted irony , a maladroit cello sonata , freshly mowed grass , leaving thoughts come & go , a slow yawn , picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes , drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO : a strange feeling of loss , writing poems in a diary , traveling by train , the hesitation before touching someone’s hand , the gaze of one lost in thought , the warmth of cinnamon , a scarf brightly embellished with flowers , a glass of water , a threadbare jacket , the tempting void , the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD : a lone chair in an empty room , falling blossoms , old samovar , the unsettling need for change , a mirror reflecting full moon , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance , a piano out of tune.

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SEVEN MINUTES. { ~ sam

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN
roll 11, needy hungry kiss

The whole lot of them went deadly silent when the bottle spun around to the blond who happened to be the only one not wearing any sort of Dalton colors whatsoever. Blaine had asked Sam to make another trip to Westerville for the weekend. Their conversation the last time he visited, though he was still sleepless most nights laying in bed trying to feel and remember first hand all the things Sam told him about them, gave Blaine more hope that he still was who he was before the incident. They’d been separated by what happened that night in the worst way possible. Short of one of them not making it. They both did but the cost was one of them having a virtual press of the restart button on everything they were to one another. While one got the chance to remember it all.

Still. Blaine couldn’t get Sam out of his head from that night on. He’d been drawn to look at every photo on his phone that Sam sent him on repeat. Before class, after class. Sometimes during class much to his disappointment when one of those peeks cost him his phone for the rest of the day at the beginning of the week. Warblers practices were even becoming a distraction from the daily phone calls he made as soon as he knew classes were out at McKinley.

Sam was a gateway. Back to himself. Back to everything he’d been missing. But he was more than that, too. Sam was a good guy. No. A great guy. One that Blaine knew his life would’ve been much darker without. Even if he was left in the dark of who he was to him for the rest of his life? It’d been a life much more cloudy and not so happy without Sam Evans in it. No matter where he got his new beginning, the footing wouldn’t have been as steady without Sam there to have his back. It was only logical that the very next weekend, Blaine wouldn’t take no for an answer when he extended the invite. Thankfully, Sam made sure he didn’t have to by jumping at the chance to join them.

By late Saturday night, the party had lead them to this moment. Blaine’s fingers shook as he reached back and shut the closet door. Still not a peep. Not a whisper from the peanut gallery of Warblers and girls from Crawford Country Day that’d cackled for each pairing up until now. What did they all know? What did they see? Surely their silence had to mean more than the simple fact that Blaine always seemed to change the subject when it came to who his first kiss was. Not only because of him possibly not remembering it but because he was pretty sure it never happened. Or did it? Another one of those late night thoughts.

Here they were now. Alone. Just the two of them. Blaine could hear himself swallow, hear the sound of his throat working against the pounding of his heart thudding in his eardrums. “Sammy,” he found his hand in the dark and in one single motion had their fingers tangled together. All the want and ache that’d been building up since he was told the truth had him bursting at the seams. His heels were off the ground and he didn’t hesitate, not even a flinch, before he captured Sam’s lips with his own. If only to pour out a little bit of the emotions that were threatening to swallow him up if he didn’t let go of them. He had to take a chance. Had to know what it was like. If it ended in a second, it ended. But at least he could rest having tried to give it his all and he did.

elliott.

It was funny, really. That Blaine spent all this time tip-toeing, dancing around these lines like eggshells, so cautious to do WRONG that he so often opted to do NOTHING AT ALL.

Because Elliott could take it. He was a grown man, he’d seen enough shit, and little things didn’t bother him; things so often ROLLED off his back like a duck, Elliott was good at accepting and moving forwards. The idea someone was so…CAUTIOUS around him, that someone treated his feelings as if they mattered and were BREAKABLE?

It was sweet, nobody treated him like that. EVER.

“I get it – really, I DO,” He could relate. Old habits really did DIE HARD.

Turning his face in time to catch the kiss, instead making it one full on – a proper kiss instead of something in the corner – Elliott’s hand found it’s way to Blaine’s chest, pushing him back. A gentle pressure, not trying to knock him over, just GUIDING him back until the others back was against the sink, loosely cornering him with that cheeky little grin.

“Turn around?” Elliott’s request might be odd, his hands falling down to rest at Blaine’s hips, toying idly with trouser tops, but he hoped Blaine would RETURN the earlier trust and do it.

That he would look in the mirror, like Elliott so CLEARLY wanted.

Elliott always got it. There was never a moment in their friendship or what they were now that Elliott failed to give him nothing but absolute understanding. The amount of patience and acceptance towards others mistakes, learning curves or doubts Elliott possessed was without measure. Something that made him a beyond precious gift to anyone who was lucky enough to have him in their life.

Elliott always understood. Just? Blaine, even though he infinitely appreciated him, often wished he didn’t have a single reason for Elliott to have to get anything about him. Well. This brand of getting it, anyway.

At least now? They’ve slipped into a comfortable median between the pair. Eventually? The need to get anything inthatway wouldn’t be a need at all? Where was his mind going again? Elliott turning into the kiss stole his thoughts away. Took them from where he’d been honing them in on (thankfully) and made the Earth spin faster with a simple, real kiss.

He moved with a building grin to match Elliott’s, underneath the taller man’s fingertips, Blaine’s heart began to race and the twinkle in his eye said it wasn’t necessarily for a bad reason. Being cornered like he was–welp–who would complain? Especially while looking up at the one doing the cornering. Gorgeous didn’t do Elliott justice. Never had. But it was close.

Blaine chewed against the inside of his lip at the instruction. “Okay,” he nodded anyway slowly exhaling through the touch against his waistband sending a chill up his spine as he turned and rested his back against the other’s chest. He met Elliott’s gaze in the reflection, arched a brow as if to ask if this was what he wanted.

amillixnvoices.

[ text ;; blaine ] I´m the most generous person you will find in this city, Blaine. 😛
[ text ;; blaine ] Oh but can you imagine how fun it would be? You´d be a great Charlie! We could actually be on a Broadway stage together, like we´ve always dreamed!
[ text ;; blaine ] And please, you know I would never say no to karaoke. In fact, we haven´t been in a while and I agree with your demand. I demand that we go out on a karaoke night and show everyone why we´re going to be the next big thing on Broadway!
[ text ;; blaine ] Compliment me and the dessert´s on me. Knowing you I´m sure that won´t be a problem! 😉
[ text ;; blaine ] Of course, Blaine. I´ll always stick with you. ❤

( mssg » rachel | sent ) How could I have forgotten that? Of course you are!
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Do you think New York City is ready for us together? I think it’s about time. Don’t you?
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Let’s do it! I’m not going to be happy until we’ve shut down at least one bar. Maybe two?
( mssg » rachel | sent ) I’ll keep that in mind. Will two compliments get me a coffee with dessert, too? You know.. To wake up before we negate it with a ton of liquor.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Same goes for me. You got me until you’re sick of me.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Never doubt that, Miss Berry.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) So! Dinner and dessert first. Karaoke second. Taking this city by storm third? Just want to lay out the order of things so we stick to the plan. 😛

“Do you love me?”

samsreckoning:

OF COURSE HE DID. Things had gotten pretty complicated lately though. Like really complicated. Not in a bad way, well, kind of in a bad way. Sam wanted to say it was all Kurt’s fault, but like, it was kind of Blaine’s fault too even if THIS was WAY over the fucking line of acceptable payback… because this? This was pretty fucked up and NO ONE (especially Blaine) deserved to feel like they didn’t exist. Or like they weren’t worth remembering because man, he had paid his dues. He’d always went above and beyond for everyone but no one ever went above and beyond for him.

So for that, Sam was the BUZZ LIGHTYEAR to his WOODY, just like, a whole lot more gay right now. Er, maybe it was more of a Brokeback situation than it was Toy Story, maybe that wasn’t that great of an example after all. “You know I do.” That wasn’t even something that should have been a question but he knew why Blaine was asking. Kurt pretty much pulled the ground out from underneath him and now it was a one way ticket to Constant Reassurance-ville and most people would get frustrated with it, sure … But most people didn’t take a second to understand why Kurt’s punch to his heart was the crushing blow that threatened to send him floating away like the last ten minutes of Infinity War; which collectively shattered his heart, and yet that? That didn’t even come close to what seeing Blaine like this did.

THEIR FIRST KISS had … Been a connection tactic; something to ground him, bring him back from the abyss. Counteract the one the fucking dementor had placed on him. Something to make him feel, give him something to lock onto. Remind him he wasn’t alone and that he was loved because Blaine was his best friend, his bro of all bros. The Ash to his Brock. REMIND HIM that there was more to the world than Kurt Hummel, who Sam admired greatly and loved, but there was no denying what he did was UNACCEPTABLY FUCKED and he would never, ever side with him on that. He got proper brain damage to forget him. Like, who let someone tinker around in their head? Did he not SEE what happened to Bucky Barnes? Okay,of course he didn’t because Kurt wouldn’t watch a Marvel movie on his own, but it was killing him to think that it was still okay for anyone to do that.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Blaine. Pinky promise.” To which his was brandished out, stretching across over to him, where he sat in the passenger’s side. A week had … Turned into a month and a half and his mom was going to kill him. Burt was not going to kill him; but he was gonna get a long lecture being responsible and stuff, and he hoped Kurt was gonna get an even longer lecture about not being a jackass and just Eternal Sunshine’ing someone from your brain. They’d been driving for hours and Blaine even managed to sleep a bit which had made him happy because he wasn’t getting enough, but you throw on a little slow Garth B and boom, babys out like a light. That might have been out of self preservation but Sam chose to not acknowledge that.

Once Blaine’s pinky was intertwined with his, he gave a little jostle of their hands, a lopsided grin that broke from the road to connect with him for a few seconds before darting back to the road, one hand still on the wheel driving to NO WHERE. Okay, lie. They were driving to somewhere. Route 66 beneath the tires and a broken sign flickering neon in the distance. His stomach was grumbling and even if it was three in the morning, a pit stop for food was a necessity. “Kay, that’s a lie, but like, you’re comin’ with me.” It wasn’t even a lie, so he wasn’t leaving him. Not ever. It had taken him two seconds way back when, when they’d been in the middle of Pennsylvania, to decide that he would commit the rest of his life to Blaine Anderson if it would make him realize how loved he was. How not alone he was out in this world.

“We’re gettin’ food because I’m sorry but if we get abducted,” By the aliens they were going to watch for, of course, “I wanna at least have a burger in my belly. Not sure what they have in space but I’m pretty sure cows or whatever are probably a no bueno.” No good wasn’t really the translation he was looking for, NON EXISTENT was more like it. “And like, what kinda food do aliens even eat, you know? We’re so stuck thinkin’ they don’t exist that we know nothing about them. I don’t wanna eat dehydrated fish flakes, or like, weird alien paste that tastes like … like … like something really bad.”

kurt.

His lips curved into an earnest smile as the snow around them thickened, the sudden gentle squeeze felt all the way through his designer gloves. There was something about the way the other boy looked at him that made him feel surprisingly comfortable. At home. Unjudged, with the ability to speak his mind without ever feeling forced to tread lightly. Much as he had once resented the thought of attending an all-male boarding school, making the impromptu school transfer had somehow become his savior. A new and exciting, much needed breath of fresh air and welcoming change in comparison to what otherwise could formerly only be considered one extremely grim prospect.

❛ Something tells me I’d still be stuck swaying with The Warblers, ❜ Kurt murmured, a distinct mixture of blue, green and gray for a split second focused on both of their hands intertwined as fingertips tingled fleetingly under the sensation as his head ducked down in a feeble attempt to cover up what little remained of his cheeks’ usual color. Admittedly, being a part of his new glee club wasn’t anything like being a part of the New Directions. Getting to spend each night at home with his dad, frequently rotating more than just the odd scarves, having to put up with at least most of his after class curriculum mercilessly fighting for solos … Each interaction and encounter with his fellow Dalton students instead so far nothing but civilized; friendly, perhaps, equal due to the fact they could all be caught donning the same navy and red uniform. A new sanctuary found in the Lima Bean, meeting both parties halfway on the weekends.

❛ I suppose it beats repeatedly getting hit in the face by a slushie. ❜

Laughter spilled out of the dark haired Warbler as he gently lead Kurt along from where they’d paused long enough for a good dusting of snow to build up on the shoulders of his coat. They glistened in the dimming light and he squinted up at the new flurry of it coming down in spiraling puffs of white. Big, chunky flakes that demanded a fireplace, a blanket and some hot chocolate once they were inside, changed and warmed up. Sign him up for that now being on the menu. Especially with the stuff they could sneak out of the cafe? It was heaven with marshmallows plopped inside and Blaine knew exactly where they were kept. Thank you, Jeff. Wholly platonic fireplace blanket snuggles. Sure, Blaine. Sure.

“Because we are that strict. Didn’t you know? Trent once broke a leg and arm and we still had him learning how to perform a backflip off the couch. Regionals were just far too close and priorities. Broken bones heal. Trophies last forever.” Their shoulders met as Blaine tucked in close with an ear to ear grin that said he was so full of it his nose should be six inches long by now. Stone pathways lead them through rose bushes and dogwood trees long covered in snow. Icicles hung from the highest branches and Blaine couldn’t help staring up at them in awe. If Heaven was a place on Earth? Dalton would be it.

A short walk lead them to a black iron gate. The intricate swirls and curves matched those on the staircase. Above their heads, the arch read DALTON ACADEMY. Blaine gave the snow-covered gate lock a good shove up and it swung open with a soft groan of protest into the gardens proper. In the center was the object of their journey. The gazebo ankle deep in white. Its benches had their own cushions of the same. It was hard to put into words. How so much quiet could seep in here that you could hear the snow coming down. That in so much winter frost, there was nothing but breathtaking peace. Solitude that Blaine adored surrounded you here. And he brought Kurt in to see one of his most secretly favorite places to be.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Exhaling a long stream of gray, he bounced on his heels and smiled over at him, joy and pride oozing from his bright gaze. “There’s nowhere else like it on Earth.”

elliott.

Elliott was MORE than happy to let Blaine have the next kiss, even giving him ANOTHER peck as they pulled apart for good measure. He was so DESPERATELY and HOPELESSLY in love with Blaine, it was almost hilarious.

He loved him, right down to the scrunched nose and curly hair.

Elliott’s ink stained hand remained clinging to Blaine’s hair, stroking his hair through again and again with a sort of repetitive fondness to the actions, smiling at him like a child would look at their presents on Christmas morning.

Well, a child who CELEBRATED Christmas at any rate.

“So, hon,” Elliott’s face moved from looking at Blaine, letting his lips instead find his jaw, the down to his neck, peppering kisses every few moments in lieu of talking just yet. Giving himself time to THINK before he opened his mouth.

“This sort of thing, the stuff you’re so CONSCIOUS of…You KNOW I don’t care, right? About any of it? You’re as beautiful right now as you are when you’re all done up for the day. Prettier, even – A new look just for me.” And he liked the thought of that, of being SPECIAL.

Another peck? How about one more? Blaine chased after Elliott’s parting kiss and snatched a repeat before he was able to get too far away. Sure, he could just inch close again and steal about a dozen more but Elliott had to have put distance between them for a reason. Right?

He better have. Or Blaine was going to be sorely disappointed.

Elliott wasn’t the only one crazy for someone else in the room. Blaine realized months ago that he was just as head over heels. It’d been a long journey for him. Of making sure that he didn’t ruin things. Or wasn’t overstepping boundaries. Was keeping his distance but not too distant that he seemed like he didn’t care.

There were lines drawn in the sand that only he could see (because they didn’t really exist) in the beginning. Elliott brushed those doubts away with one delicate stroke of a tattooed hand after another. Until..here they are today. With Elliott’s fingers in his curls, a brilliant smile that made Blaine starry eyed, and kisses running down Blaine’s neck that had him reeling and leaning in towards them with a cant of his head in encouragement for more.

Left speechless by words spoken near his skin (beautiful? wow..), Blaine’s face grew hot and he gave Elliott’s hip a grateful squeeze. “Sorry. Old habits, I guess. I know you don’t care. Thank you.” Distance between them disappeared again and Blaine lifted off his heels to press a kiss to the corner of Elliott’s mouth. “Only for you. Just like I am. You know that. Don’t you?”

stay or go?

Sebastian breathed again when Blaine looked up at him. For a moment he thought Blaine would let their song fall flat, would let their steps echo and leave Sebastian hanging and their music would fade and he wouldn’t know what to do next. Blaine laughed instead. It wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as what Sebastian was used to get from him (specially when HE provoked it), but it was good enough, and his own lips twitched mischievously as they shared that look that said Blaine knew exactly what Sebastian meant and how much. “You’d only say it was me out of prince charming habits, Blainers,” the bashful schoolboy routine “and that’s no good manners, really.” He pointed out, crossing his arms and smirking. “And who says I’ll have an older pick up line routine? Once I’m fifty I’ll just aim the same old, gold, me at the seventy year olds, and go from there.” He winked. “Hey, by then, they’ll probably have a solution for every aging sexual issue a gay man could possibly dream of.”

He tilted his head, watching him on the couch and how he ran his fingers over the blanket. For a moment, his head zoned out as he imagined how those fingers would feel smoothing his skin out. The thank you snaps him back and he nods with a light shrug. “What are almost ex booty calls, frenemies, for?” He smiled, softly this time, to show it was all fine. “No worries, killer.” He murmured, then, something about Blaine’s vulnerability kept him stuck in place, afraid to get in close, to actually sit down by his side at first, and he decided to move and set up the movie so he had something to fill his hands with other than himself, and the thought of Blaine’s mochaccino skin.

“Good thing we don’t disagree on that, otherwise I might need to kick you out. It’d be a shame, all that food…” He said, cheerfully as he set the first Captain America in and finally approached the couch if a bit awkwardly. He nodded then, pinching his nose and he was about to sit down when Blaine mentioned tea and he stopped. Right. Shit. He wasn’t sure he knows how to do that. But he could try. He chuckled surprised at the topic as he stopped half motioning outside. He smiled,, his special, crinkled nose, dimpled, Blaine, smile. “Don’t think you have, babe.” He grinned. “Though I’ve been made aware that I have fantastic legs.” He winked. “Alright.” He motioned the remote towards him, before throwing it for him, though admittedly, with some care, and far away from his face. “Set up. I’ll be right back.”

He took his time in the kitchen. First trying to find the tea bags, then where the pans were, only to decide he didn’t really know how to work the stove and it was better to just microwave it. Then he grabbed a cup for it, heated the water, and when he took the bag in hands he stared for a moment, then took a pair of scissors and cut it open, dumping the herbs on the water. He watched as they floated in the plastic cup and frowned, the water seemed to go brown but he wasn’t sure that was right. he mixed it with a spoon but he didn’t remember it looking like that when he ordered it at hotels. Also the water looked too light but he was afraid to dump another bag and screw it up. He grabbed it, along with a pot of cubed sugar and walked back to the living room.

“… Don’t know if this is what you meant… But if you want a shot with that…” he put the cup and sugar in front of Blaine on the coffee table a little awkwardly, and sat down besides him, settling in, and smiling some. “All good?”

Left alone while Sebastian went to make his tea, Blaine bit against the insides of his lips as he stared at and through the television at the same time. His brain filled with about half a dozen excuses on why he should leave and he was so tempted to grab one and run with it. Sudden call from home. Forgotten homework. It was getting late and he needed to go. None of which were remotely close to believable but he wasn’t ever the greatest liar anyway. Who knows, though? With all the undercurrents of doubt and pensiveness that were threatening to drown them both if this lasted much longer? Sebastian might thank him for being the one to come up with a means to put an end to this because Sebastian would never tell him to leave. As of a few hours ago? Blaine had his fill on being where he wasn’t wanted to last him a lifetime.

Or was he making how negative this was up in his head? An aftermath of what happened. His nerves were so frayed that he might read too much into anything that was the slightest bit of hesitation on Sebastian’s part. Of course he was uncomfortable. There were no secrets on how much Kurt and Sebastian disliked one another. Though one side always seemed a little heavier than the other because of how Kurt was wired. But Blaine never faulted him for that. Only cringed inside when he felt like he had to defend himself or Sebastian. Until there were reasons enough for Kurt not to worry as much. Blaine could see how it would be awkward. Giving him advice about Kurt. Being here for him when he was broken hearted over the other had to make him awkward. He wasn’t naive enough to think their conversation earlier was just a-okay fine. So? Maybe that was what was truly wrong? Who knew?

His head was spinning by the time he went against what would bring this all to an abrupt end. But he decided to stay. A truckload of food was on the way. Sebastian was making him tea. Leaving now would be a slap in the face to everything Sebastian did for him. But it still felt so off.

“Hey. Welcome back.” Nothing less than a grateful smile was waiting for Sebastian when he entered the room. Regardless of his thoughts running rampant when he was left alone, Blaine made sure that any seeds of doubt that might be left behind were gone by the time his host returned. Careful hands took the mug in their grip and he sighed in gratitude when Sebastian finally sat beside him. “I appreciate it. All good.” Thank God he went for the sugar and was about to dump a spoonful in when he noticed something just wasn’t quite right..

It wasn’t the way the tea bag was made that no string hung on the side of the cup. Because there was no bag inside. Period. Only floating leaves in tea stained water.. Slamming his lips together didn’t hold in the chuckle that started first with a shaking of his shoulders. Then his eyes scrunched together and his cheeks tinted pink. Screwed up tea might’ve been exactly what he needed to move past nerves and tears and the mess of emotions he was in and outright laugh instead. “Sebastian…? Did you? Was this? Did you empty a bag in the water? Or was this loose leaf? I just..wow. You’re..” Adorable barely covered it. Sebastian. Bless your heart. You just ascended a whole new level of kitchen helplessness in his eyes.

we’re going to get arrested. @notmyfuckingfather

FAMOUS LAST WORDS. At least when he was in this good of a mood; plus it being Blaine didn’t hurt either. Another LATE NIGHT conversation turned into a teasing ridiculous that had him laughing out clouds of smoke, coughing and shoving against Blaine with an impossible to hold grin that felt like a friendly shut the fuck up for the past two hours; if only so the seer in his throat and the ache in his lungs would stop because he kept being made to laugh unexpectedly. Blaine knew about far too much but he’d secretly collected it all through moments like this, spent under the stars, in his bed literally just talking, on the L, lost in a tangle throughout the city doing WHATEVER IT WAS they did. Which changed an awful lot, but he liked it.

WELL. IF BLAINE DARED HIM. “Sorry, Anderson.” Lip managed out, slipping down the windshield of a random car he’d deemed worthy to lay on for the past two hours. His feet met the hood and he stood up, turning back to look at him while his hands found the bottom of his shirt. RUTHLESSLY tugging it up over his head. It was at that point he whipped it over to Blaine in the flick of his arm, collectively covering his face for a second until it was tugged off. And by that point, Lip’s pants were already unbuckled and pooling around his shoes… Which he didn’t think through because … He was stepping out of his shoes and pants, nothing more than his socks and boxers, though they’d be slipped off momentarily. “Thing about that is, uh, kinda dare you to too.” Live a little, he egged; full well knowing that Blaine didn’t get up to much mischief stuck in Ohio. All said as he was stepping on the toes of his socks, pulling those off too because where he was going, he didn’t need socks.

“Last one back here gets’ta take my shift at Patsy’s tomorrow.” Oh he was fighting dirty, especially now that Sierra was icing him out for GHOSTING. Even though he’d just been busy. “How you feel about bein’ a dish rat?” If he didn’t feel good about it, he better get fucking moving because shamelessly, his boxers dropped and the stupid smirk on his face had cemented the wager. There was no room for an argument while he turned and jumped off the car and onto the sidewalk beneath the shadows of the trees. “You ever washed a dish in your life?” A teasing taunt to ensure he wasn’t in this alone. “Better hurry up unless you wanna bail me out.” But that was yelled over his shoulder as he was sprinting through the trees, Buckingham Fountain his targeted destination, though he was a ways off, which gave Blaine time to have a chance but only if he hurried the fuck up.

What, did Blaine really think streaking and a four am swim was out of the realm of possibility?

Oh! Oh no! Oh wait! This was bad! This was so bad! Like! Get them ARRESTED bad! A trend that hanging out with Lip seemed to be begging for it to happen at least once. And if his father back in Westerville (or wherever he was currently staying on business) got the ‘Your son needs bail money’ call in the wee hours of the morning? There would never be a moment in Blaine’s life where his achievements would erase that from happening. Never. Like. NEVER. What was he thinking when he blurted out something like that? Of course Lip would rise (or drop trou as it were) to the occasion! Careful what you wish for. Careful what you dare someone who lives life so fearlessly that it constantly walks the line of freedom in ways Blaine could never imagine were so attainable if you let go and what had to be some form of an undiagnosed psychosis of not giving a damn that was both admirable and terrifying.

“I didn’t mean! You can stop! You can TOTALLY stop!” Blaine slammed his hand over his mouth like he could wipe away the words he blurted out and make this all stop. His head bobbed with Lip’s movements as he started toeing off his shoes. The dare thrown back at him was about as expected (thus the supreme OH NO moment) as the pending sunrise but it still made Blaine’s hand rip from his mouth and wave around in the air like he could bat away the words with a swat or two of his hands. “I…!” The fountain felt like a way too close pool of cold damnation waiting for him to take a dive. There went Lip’s socks and the dare that was also a challenge for him to rise up, put his money where his mouth was and LIVE some hit him like a ton of bricks.

So did the threat that he’d have to work Lip’s shift tomorrow. There was no fuel that could fire his inner passion to suddenly strip down to his boxers in the middle of the night than the threat of slaving over a sink for an entire day. No one had ever seen Blaine Anderson strip down to next to nothing as fast as he did just then. His sweater went over his head, his undershirt hit the bench on the sidewalk not three feet from the car he tossed it at and fell off. No time to jump down and pick! Not when his belt was jingling as he unfastened it and his tight fitting chinos were tanked down toned legs and kicked off with his Sperry’s so bare feet were. His eyes briefly flared wide when Lip lost the boxers, too. He was, seriously, going for broke.

Bare ass shining in the moonlight–there went Lip Gallagher in all his glory..

With Blaine gaining speed–no pants, no boxers, nothing but his birthday suit and a hell of a fast pair of legs darting across the grassy patch in hopes of bypassing Lip out of sheer shock value as a cheat if he had to.

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Blaine’s heart felt like it might crumble to dust as he watched Hunter getting ready to leave. His body was too tired, too melted into the sheets to barely move an inch and yet Hunter had the strength to get out of bed, gather his things together and begin to get dressed. They couldn’t be any more different in their positions. For the most of the night their opposites were what made them whole. Made them move together in ways that were perfectly suited to one another. But now? In the aftermath? Blaine tilted his head against the pillow and grabbed a fistful of the sheet and blanket that were pooled near his waist and tugged it up his chest halfway before he whispered the plea that had been going through his mind faster and faster the closer Hunter became to being finished. The closer he came to walking out the door.

“Could you stay with me – just until i fall asleep?” The question that could change everything. Bring them to a level that, in spite of so many they’d reached that were beyond intimate and beyond any words that you could put to such a thing, they’d never dared trespass. Blaine needed to. Needed him to stay. Plenty of times before, he needed that closeness and comfort to last throughout the night. Never once did he have the nerve to voice it. Tonight. He had. And now he cringed waiting for Hunter to explain to him why that couldn’t happen. Why he was being foolish to think it could. To think Hunter might want him beyond what they were when what they were was beyond anything Blaine could ever do without. When he looked at it. Maybe he wanted Hunter to need him as much as he needed him. For that closeness to be so important that walking away would feel like walking on glass.

He had an careful repeat of his plea with reasoning behind it on the tip of his tongue. Hunter’s initial reply made him dread that his worst fear was about to happen. But then the bed was sagging and Hunter was climbing up over him, their eyes met and Hunter’s were soft. That softness was what made Blaine belong to Him more than anything else. “All day? With you,” he grinned and hummed just as playfully, “Anyone who said that about you doesn’t know how to handle you. That’s all. I’ll cook us breakfast. Lunch. I’ll…give you more than a little fun.” His cheeks flushed with the promise. Then his demeanor turned more gentle, more serious as he caught the real meaning behind Hunter’s questions and reached one hand up to cup his cheek and pull him back for another kiss, smiling at his favorite name right before their lips met. “Yes. I’m very certain that is what I want. If you’ll give it to me. I promise. I’d never want you to leave again.” Another caress that swept into the hair above Hunter’s ear. “Please..stay?”

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