( mssg » blaine | sent ) okay whoa hwoa whao whao whao hold on ( mssg » blaine | sent ) like is this a random sickness ( mssg » blaine | sent ) or is it a like, you had shellfish kinda sickness? every single time dad orders it he gets sick altho i really dont know what the difference between shellfish and shrimp and stuff is ( mssg » blaine | sent ) or is this a “i think i got possessed from that ouija board” kinda projectile vomiting? i really hope not because i so dont wanna tell my priest that we’ve been screwin around in the dark ( mssg » blaine | sent ) ok whao like not with each other but with the whole ghost thing ( mssg » blaine | sent ) wait blaine you dont really think this is a posession do you? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) god im on my way over are u okay? can i grab u anything? (minus a priest pls tell me this isnt a ouija thing im seriously crossing my fingers) ( mssg » blaine | sent ) really hope this isnt like they made it out to be in this is the end
( mssg » sam | sent ) oh my god sam its’nto possession. ( mssg » sam | sent )
I don’t htink that reallya happens like it does int he movies. ( mssg » sam | sent ) I hope it doesnt’. … ( mssg » sam | sent )
I think it is the drink i had with SEbastian. Or the dinner afrer. Or both. Coudl be that bug going around. but i I want to never move again.
( mssg » sam | sent ) ..tell your priest what????? ( mssg » sam | sent ) oh oh yerah right. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Sammy? ( mssg » sam | sent )
Would it be horrible to ask you to bring me crackers and gatorade? ( mssg » sam | sent ) You could leave them at the door eand I can come and get them. won’t get you sick I promsie.
“…Blaine. What are you doing here?” Sebastian froze. He had just been coming back home, take out bags in hands, and he stopped dead on the hallway as he saw Blaine standing there, in front of his doorstep, with what looked like — was that a BOUQUET OF ROSES? And looking like he didn’t know if he should knock or not. Sebastian sighed, something heavy in his chest. Ever since his accident, when he had seen Blaine again, it had been hard getting him out of his head, but he’d tried. He’d ignored Blaine’s call, until the last one, when Sebastian had picked up, and told him — ”I told you. I told you last time, and I meant it Blaine. I told you to either finally PICK” me, finally pick me, “or leave me alone. I meant it.” He repeated, shoulders bunched tight, and eyes braced for rejection. “You can’t be here for that so….” Only Blaine was smiling, why was he smiling?! Sebastian stood there, mouth agape, and for the longest time, he just let his eyes stare into Blaine’s ones. And then a shiver came over him. “You…” His voice was suddenly rough, dried out like his throat with emotion coiling in it like a spike. “You did it?” It was soft, scared still, as though Sebastian was dreading to have any amount of HOPE. “…. You picked me?”
Catch your breath. Don’t pass out. The last thing you need is for him to open the door for work in the morning and you laying there in a pile of wilting roses passed out. “Breathe. I can do this. If I just breathe.” Blaine parted his lips and exhaled slowly, his breath hot across wettened lips that he couldn’t stop chewing on as he stared down at his hand loosely curled into a fist ready to knock but frozen in fear right next to the woodgrain. The roses were held in a careful, tight fist and their smell–however gorgeous in the shop it’d been–was overwhelming him to the point of nausea. He’d made his choice. Felt his heart picking up into a thundering beat against the walls of his chest that drummed louder, louder, LOUDER the closer his steps brought him to where he stood. Unanswered calls. Unanswered texts. And yet.. Blaine made his choice and it was to be standing here ready to lay his heart on his sleeve and beg for a simple yes. Yes, Sebastian still wanted him. Yes, he’d made the right decision coming here. Yes. They could finally begin.
His blood turned to ice when the chance was taken away from him. But then his heart took over and he turned staring up into a disbelieving pair of eyes while the roses touched his cheek velvet soft and grounding. The words stung because they were agony when he heard them the first time but he was still smiling. Looking into Sebastian’s eyes, all he could do was bow his head in a slow nod. “I..,” he had to cough to clear his voice, “I picked you. I want you. Please? If you’ll have me. If I haven’t ruined us. Or waited too long? I want to be here..with you.” All he could do was wait. Biting his lip–he curled his toes towards the soles of his shoes and waited.
“Look,” Blaine sighed heavily as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and glanced up at her from the seat in the bleachers he hadn’t budged from since rehearsals ended. “It’s not a contest on who should apologize to who first. I think you both owe it to one another to make amends and try to move on.” She wanted an impartial friend to bounce her thoughts off of and considering how lost he was in his own thoughts? Unique couldn’t find anyone more impartial (or maybe just to wrapped up in his own troubles to judge anyone right now) than Blaine willing to listen. Who was he to turn her away if she needed someone?
“Both of you are miserable. But the one thing I’ve learned about most fights in glee club? They don’t last. Not for long, anyway.” It’s the ones beyond this school that feel like they might never end. Mainly because as the days went by? Blaine was realizing they probably wouldn’t. So? Why not get wrapped up a little more in her drama if it drowned his attention on New York City for a while? He seemed to tune more into her with that thought. Even gave her a small, encouraging smile as he leaned forward. “Here, have a seat. Let’s figure out how to end this once and for all. Okay?”
I don’t want to look. That’s the whole point of me STARING at the band, Sam.
As a matter of fact? Blaine had been going out of his way for the past ten minutes to not look or even turn his head in the general direction of the woman Sam was so curiously asking about. Until, you know, his avoidance slipped and hazel eyes darted in her direction. She was waiting for him like a shark. Her smirk over the rim of his glass said one thing and one thing only. You know. When paired with the way she lifted her finger and pointed towards Sam, then him and slowly curled her finger in towards herself. That brow lift to top it all off made Blaine’s insides shudder. We’re talking from head to toe. Not in the good way either.
“Sam? Not sure how to explain this other than yes. As in. I think she’s checking us both out. Did you not see that? That’s the third time…” Once in response to his polite smile when she caught his eye. Another time when he’d glanced in her direction because she put herself in between his line of vision and the band and he caught sight of her again without purposefully seeking her out. Third time? As in now? She probably thought he was interested. “Please tell me you noticed that time. Or am I making that up in my head? Maybe she wants me to get your attention and send you over there?” That could be it?! Maybe? Possibly? If there is a God? It was.. Someone needed her free liquor supply cut off sooner rather than later.
20. favorite cryptid(s)? –I don’t think my ‘favorite’ cryptid has a solid name. It’s just this creature (the third listed at the bottom) that a lot of people have seen or heard in Pennsylvania. It has a few versions of it but one thing that stays the same is the eyes? They’re round and shine amber. The sounds it makes in the woods is utterly terrifying. Somewhere between a wolf howl and a large cat scream? All I can remember is that my great grandfather had me come outside one night when he heard it running from one side of the woods to the other behind our house. It was so big (not like the deer size in the article or it was muscular as all get out) that you could hear it slamming against the ground about two hundred yards away. But it stopped, looked at the headlights from the neighbors cars shining back there and those eyes..oh man. Then it was gone. It showed up now and then, always at night. Him showing me that was enough to make me never wanna go in those woods again. I know it’s real. I don’t know what it is. Could be a grizzly bear? Could be something who knows? But all the stories lead more towards a who knows..
1. what color do you associate with your muse? –Oh gosh. Lots. But I think the color I associate most with him would be navy blue? From the Warbler’s uniform, to his wardrobe and general aesthetic in my head. Navy blue is just my favorite Blaine color.
9. best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode) –I have two? I think this scene in 3×08 where Blaine is in the locker room and Finn approaches him is a hair above. The pieces chipping away that lead up to it (Karofsky confrontation, New Directions, Sam fight, etc.) there was a whole lot more than meets the eye being revealed about Blaine. He was becoming three dimensional and for me, that topped it off. The other one? When Blaine steps forward and offers Kurt his hand at the prom. There’s so much meaning in that gesture and it’s just so..ugh my feelings! If ya want my headcanons about either? Give me a poke.
1. do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash? –Depends on the plot and the partner? In general, I will always work canon into my stories as much as I can. In future verses that are AUs, I try to keep most of Blaine’s past in high school the same and will twist it from there. Occasionally, I’ll disregard canon for a crossover or heavy AU plot. But as a default? I follow canon fairly close. My main verse is set in Season Two, so that’s a given. I find it’s pretty easy to weave parts of Blaine’s canon into almost any setting. It just takes some creativity to make it happen now and then. So! BOTH, I guess! Because I’m willing to do either or. So long as it doesn’t risk who he is at his roots.
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6. how are you and your muse alike? –I think Blaine and I are alike in good and bad ways. I don’t give up on people to my own detriment at times. But it’s because I care about them so much that it makes it hard for me to do. We internalize negative emotions because we don’t want to hurt or put anyone out for our own troubles. Though sometimes it boils over and it results in us saying something or doing something that’s a lash out. Doesn’t happen often and I’m working on that. We’re both a work in progress but I think everyone is. We try to find the good in things and try to lift people up our of the darkness they fall into because we hate to see people we love suffer or doubt themselves. We’re dorky, geeky and into things that make our friends stare at us like we have two heads. Though I’m not into puppets or crafts. Just nerdy stuff. We both love music and would be lose without it. We can be kind of lonely occasionally even though we don’t need to be because we have friends, it just happens? Hard to explain.Those are the biggest ways, I think. There’s probably more
7. how are you and your muse different? –I got this in another ask, so I’m going to save it for there!
Christmas wasn’t that special to Michael, certainly not enough to do something like that just because he had spirit. He did enjoy the atmosphere of the holiday season though, and wasn’t about to put someone else down about it. One of the best parts of winter was how many people loved it; how many were genuinely brought closer together because of their holidays. Michael simply chuckles a little instead.
“Ah, don’t worry.” He replies, glancing down at Apple when she starts licking his hand. “I get nosy too.” Truthfully Michael likes hearing about other people. He liked it when he could feel useful in making someone feel better or even if he was just focusing on someone other than himself. On the other end of the spectrum he was also used to small talk, answering basic questions about himself be it for either form of work he did or because whoever he was passing time talking to wanted to make things fair and ask about him.
”It is.” Michael agrees, glancing up in time to catch Blaine’s wince. “You’re fine, Blaine. I don’t mind questions.. and no. I was still in Illinois for a year or so before I finally decided to leave the state altogether. This just ended up feeling like the best place.” He explains, finding himself smiling a little more just a second later as he gets Blaine’s own tale, and Michael has to say that it was entirely fitting based on what he’s seen of the other so far. He was never particularly into musical theater or the like himself, but he most definitely appreciated the work that went into it. “Sounds like you’re already on your way to yours then. Congrats. What’s the show about?”
As long as Michael didn’t think he was honing in on him and getting too personal, Blaine was simply curious about his story. One of the best parts of the city he loved so much was that you could meet people with such interesting tales to tell if you gave the world a minute and sat down to listen. A stranger could open up a whole new world in a matter of a subway, or in this case dog friendly coffee shop, conversation. People had no clue what they were missing out on if they only rushed from Point A to Point B and never stopped to listen.
“Thank you. I’m glad I’m not the only one.” He smiled appreciatively at Michael putting his mind to ease and paused to rattle off his order. A tea with some honey and lemon and a blueberry scone. Then waited as the red haired waitress turned her attention to Michael and jotted down his choices before promptly excusing herself (after a small fuss about Apple cause who could resist that face).
“New York City is the best place, in my opinion. But I’ve been here so long I might be a tad biased,” he grinned lightly toying with the dog eared corner of his paper napkin. “What’s your favorite part of living here so far? I’d have to say mine is the culture. Living in a place like Westerville, Ohio for eighteen years really makes you appreciate a place that’s about as opposite from it as you can get. Not that life there was horrible. It had it’s good parts.
“I’m glad I get to call here home.” A brow quirked up and he felt his cheeks and nose warm up. “Yeah. I think I might be. It’s taking a lot of work to get there but it’s worth every minute. The show? It’s a rebirth of an old musical. How well do you know your theater,” he grinned not wanting to sound pretentious but assuming rattling off the name of a musical and expecting someone to know what the hell he was talking about was even worse in his book. “I know it’s not everyone’s thing so I thought I’d ask first.”
Sam’s lips were warm and soft. The kiss was a gentle plea that begged Blaine to stay.
How fall could look so beautifully different from one state to another, especially when those states weren’t very big, was something that if Blaine had come here with Sam six months ago? Would have captivated the former Warbler and had him falling in love with his favorite season all over again. The smell of leaves, crisp air and campfire smoke should’ve lured anyone who remotely enjoyed autumn (and Blaine was far past that level of adoration) into sheer bliss ferried there on the wings of a symphony of crickets or on the backs of bouncing bullfrogs ribbiting their way to points unknown. Sparks danced up inside the heatwaves of their campfire, twisting like blazing fireflies towards the starry blanket of blue black above their heads. Blaine Six Months Ago would have been in heaven. God. Blaine Six Weeks Ago would have, too.
Blaine Tonight? Well, he wasn’t sure when nudging one of the logs with their iron poker and sending cinders spiraling up, higher and higher had gone from appreciating the warmth that flooded over his face to..this. Somewhere between calling up to Sam with a ‘Yeah! Wow! How many is that again–?’ and watching something burning into nothing but ashes (just like Erased People, like him)–everything began to slip away. The world went dark and all he felt was that God awful clawing at his throat. By now, whatever caused that feeling, should have a face to warn him when it was coming. Because it hurt and it was drowning or suffocating or both depending and always tasted like copper and gross blended together.
“Sam..,” but his voice was disconnected and he wasn’t sure if it made a sound at all.
Then the fire was shadowed by a towering figure that soon dropped down onto his knees and cupped his cheeks, had Blaine wondering how someone could have such big hands and deciding he was infinitely grateful that Sam did because they pulled him back to the planet, back to reality, back to Sam so many times they needed to be big because anything smaller wouldn’t be able to catch him this many times without letting him go already. He didn’t realize he was crying until Sam was using his thumbs to dry his face. Blaine tuned in then. Completely and wholly staring into Sam’s eyes trying to read them deep enough to find words the blond might need to hear so he would be comforted and know he was making a difference even if it didn’t seem that way.
Okay. It was going to be okay. Sam was making his promises again and Blaine never had the heart to tell him differently. So? Instead of talking, he wrapped his fingers around Sam’s wrists and gave him a reassuring squeeze. It was easier to lie with a touch. Made it, somehow, less of a verbal contract like the one Sam made him promise the first night. One that if he betrayed, wouldn’t be on Sam’s life as his best friend dramatically put it.
Sam’s lips were warm and soft. The kiss was a gentle plea that begged Blaine to stay. To trust him and to know that he was loved. Blaine had watched him draw in near, felt his heart and time come to a standstill when he realized what was coming. The initial shock drew in a sharp gasp through his nose and his grip only tightened, holding Sam’s palms against his cheeks. His red brimmed eyes went round before slamming shut and there was a moment where Blaine froze as his mind rushed to catch up with what was going on. Something stirred in him, the need for Sam to believe him. The desperation that someone would keep him finally broke free with the promise that Sam would was soon pressed against his mouth in return. His gravity went upside down and his heart must’ve leapt to his throat this was real and solid and..
Sam’s lips were warm and soft. The kiss was a a tender plea that begged Sam to believe that he would.
— hey, Blaine. Look at me.” Four days. That’s how long it took Sam Evans to crumble. It’s not even that he just knew Blaine was hurting. He’d seen it in every aspect of everything he did. There was no light, even when Blaine was ‘having a good time, honestly Sam’ he saw right through it. And yeah, Sam didn’t blame him. He knew why. Having Kurt completely wipe it all away, like his life was this super luxury roll’s royce, and like Blaine was nothing more than a bug that just splattered against his windshield. One wipe, boom. Problem gone. Even if they’d been traveling all around the world together on that wind sh… Yeah no, that was a really bad analogy but Blaine was more than that. Blaine was the best guy he’d ever known. His best friend. Seeing him go through this? IT WAS KILLING HIM. He didn’t deserve it.
This wasn’t a BLAINE thing, it was a Kurt thing and Sam hadn’t figured out how to put that into words Blaine would understand. He’d tried, but no matter how many times Blaine tried to explain it, their ideas didn’t gel. Which sucked because ALL THEIR IDEAS GELLED. Blaine’s thing was gel, if anyone were to gel, it was them. BLAM.
But Kurt had fucked up. Blaine had too, but the reality was … Kurt ran. He let go with no disregard. And maybe it wasn’t fair, maybe Sam was looking at it from an angle that was biased towards one, but he loved Kurt, so was he really? It was all just … SO MESSED UP. They were spiraling and there were no parachutes. At this point, Sam would have done anything to take away his pain. And there had been one thing he hadn’t done yet because it didn’t seem like the right time. Didn’t seem like a good moment. Didn’t seem sensitive at all given the situation.
Blaine was just … wired. In this way. Deep down? He understood it.
What if he could just … Make Blaine see that it wasn’t just Kurt out there that made life worth living? That people could love him.
Sam’s hands were so big they pretty much took up most of Blaine’s face as he tried to pull him back down to Earth, cupping softly at his cheeks. They were deep in Pennsylvania, the wicked wilderness surrounding them. Bullfrogs and crickets, owls and coyotes teaming up with the October breeze that pretty much swept through them both like a wave of ice when the camper didn’t block it out.
Life had gotten too heavy. The fire crackled behind him and he could feel it heating the rubber soles of his runners, but not enough to make him worry yet. The blonde was knelt down on one knee in front of Blaine
— or the body formally known as Blaine because Blaine wasn’t in there anymore and it was killing him. The stars were so bright tonight
— the fire had died down, and really even if you walked ten feet away you could look up and instantly lose your breath at the sight. Something Sam hadn’t missed a single moment doing. The Universe had done a pretty cool thing for once and offered a meteor shower and every two minutes it was ‘Blaine! Did you see it’? amid the rolling conversation that hadn’t stopped for a week.
He hadn’t let Blaine out of his sight, and he was trying so hard to keep him here. The world needed Blaine Anderson, even if he thought it’d be better without him. It had come back to him in a wave, it was something about Kurt, he didn’t have to ask because the tears streaming down his face said it all. His thumbs swiped along the gentle ridge as he shook his head. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” Fires were great, except there was something about the cackling wood and mesmerizing lick of the flames, sparks shooting up over glowing goals that was … It made you think. It sucked you in. And camping was great and he loved it, being there with Blaine, but the world was quiet. And even with everything they were doing … He worried it wasn’t helping Blaine and … that was the point of this. All of it. Not even making him feel better … just feel human, like he existed and meant everything to someone.
Which is why wordlessly, with no awkwardness, no hesitation, Sam was leaning forward, plump lips caressing Blaine’s in what was possibly the most gentle kiss in the world. Hugs weren’t helping, so it was time to try this. He’d be whatever Blaine needed.Now? Forever? Whatever as long as it took, he was here. He’d always be there. And Blaine wasn’t allowed to go anywhere.
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