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❣ (from any of my muses!)

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(roll, 7: a hug + kiss combo

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Why did tonight unfold the way it had? 

Blaine blamed Sebastian for not answering the door, or his cellphone.  At this hour?  No reply meant he probably wasn’t returning any time soon and he’d rather not go back to his room.  Too much thinking was driving him insane.  Out of desperation.  Or being exhausted of do’s and don’ts, he was across the hall and knocking on the Captain’s door?  Hunter let him in. But why’d he ask him what was wrong like he saw through Blaine’s facade of a smile and an excuse of not being able to sleep as easy as the cellophane wrapped lie it was?

Why did Hunter just listen they sat on the bed and Blaine poured out the real reasons why he was unable to sleep.  Unable to think.  Or breathe.  Or swallow?  Coming here felt like the true end of him and Kurt.  Not New York.  Not when he made the mistake that killed them both inside.  Coming home?  Felt like moving on.  It was terrifying and made him ache and want to scream, cry or punch something into nothing all at once.  Blaine’s weight was easily supported by his Captain when he turned and both arms wrapped around Hunter for a quick, impulsive hug.  One across his chest, the other across his back, hands clenched the side of his arm to pull him close.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have unloaded on you.  You barely know me.  I swear I’m not a mess.  I’m just…struggling.”  Hazel eyes full of unsurety searched Hunter’s, Blaine smiled and darted in to press a peck on Hunter’s cheek.  Something he would have done to Tina or even Sam but Hunter..?  Blaine froze as everything felt like it stopped. The world was sucked away and electricity crackled in the air he breathed that Hunter exhaled heavy and warm against his cheek.  

Blaine’s lips lingered and then like he was lured in, the warm wet of his mouth moved lower. Closer, closer to the corner of the other’s mouth.  His heart raced and he got dizzy as the velvet skin of the edges of Hunter’s lips touched the corners of his.  Hunter could feel Blaine’s lips part, could feel him draw in a breath like he was about to say something and only make the faintest hitch of a noise.  Then they paused and he turned his head ever-so-slightly so half their lips covered one another’s.  Oh this was a bad idea.  A really bad one.  Yet, he groaned.  Low and weak but the sound was unmistakable as was the silky wet of the tip of his tongue touching Hunter’s lips as Blaine wet his own.  “S-Sorry…  I..  Sorry.”  What did you do?

❣

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(roll, 12: a sad/crying kiss)

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“I can’t do this anymore.”  The Warbler blurted out into the quiet that fell between them. He’d been tracing the pattern in the formica of Puck’s countertop for what felt like forever.  Blaine’s heart froze the second he heard himself say what he was thinking.  It was meant to be bottled up and ignored.  Like most things were with his feelings towards Puck and what they were doing lately. 

Whatever you wanted to call it.  Whatever it was or wasn’t?  He was just done feeling the way he did every time he drove back to Westerville and returned to his life.  While Puck returned to his.  Both of them continuing for yet another week with short texts and barely there conversation like Puck was afraid one of his friends might magically see the words he was reading in their head and his entire image would be ruined.

“I can’t keep being the reason why you feel so confused.  I can’t keep putting you through this.  We need to stop.  Not everything. But what we’re doing that friends don’t do?  Puck, you need to sort things out.  Learn yourself.  I can help you with that but I can’t keep making it harder for you.”  Inching up, Blaine’s lps found Puck’s in a kiss that wasn’t a goodbye but a pause button he knew he had to push.  Soft and sweet, it lingered like Blaine was making sure he’d remember that feeling for as long as it took.  Maybe forever. 

A rock of heartache formed in his throat, long lashes dipped down to hide his gaze as he aimed it at the floor.  “I’m sorry.  I should go.”

❣ (pick a muse, any muse)

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(roll, 16: a platonic kiss) for sam evans

Blaine meant every word he said.  That without Sam these past couple months, he didn’t know how he would’ve made it out of bed most mornings.  After his confession of feeling like he was the worst person on the planet, the blond made it a point to do everything in his power to show Blaine he wasn’t.  He’d even gone so far as to stay the night on occasion when Blaine was having one of his worst of his not-so-good days.  

Like tonight.

They were sitting in front of the television, game controllers in their hands firing off round after round on Call of Duty until their eyeballs felt too dry to keep staring at the screen.  Another snowfall began hours ago and he could see it clearly through the large french doors that lead from the kitchen onto an outdoor patio already covered in white.  The hot chocolate Blaine suggested he should make warmed his hand as Blaine shifted his attention from the dizzy spinning flakes falling in the dark to Sam’s reflection in the glass windowpanes.  A lopsided grin tugged the corner of his mouth upwards.  

“I think I’d be lost without you, you know?”  Tangling their fingers together, Blaine tugged Sam down just enough that he could rise up and press a kiss to the other’s cheek ignoring how his belly did one of those spinning cartwheels as he lowered back down.  “Just..  Thanks.  For being such a good person, Sam.  One of the best, actually.”  Because that’s what Sam was.

❣️ // cracky crack

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(roll, 1: a shy kiss)

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Why was he doing this?  What possessed him to think what he was marching towards Kurt to do was on the same PLANET as okay?  Did someone spike his coffee?  No.  Did he fall and hit his head at Warbler practice?  No.  He must’ve lost his mind.  That had to be the reason why he followed Kurt out when he left his pack of hyenas and seemed to be leaving to go home.  Blaine clenched the stem of the rose he bought from the woman selling them

(he never dug his wallet out as fast as the second he saw her)

outside the Lima Bean so tight, his fingers should be thankful that the thorns were already trimmed off.  

By the time he caught up to him, his stomach was twisted up so tight it felt hot.  His heart beat like hummingbird wings inside his chest.  Hazel eyes were round, blinking owlishly when he gently tapped Kurt’s shoulder and said his name at the same time to get his attention without startling the Cheerio.  Here came the proverbial cat to steal his tongue right as the other turned with the look Blaine was pretty sure was reserved only for him.  Somewhere between irritation and indifference.  Asking him for the time crossed his mind in a flash of doubt that it might be best to back off.  Look stupid that he didn’t know he could look at his phone and not have bothered someone who hated him as much as Kurt seemed to.

Gravity betrayed him, though.  Cause the poles shifted, turned themselves in the direction that had his arm lifting and that perfectly shaped rose (red, why’d he pick red?) was held out towards Kurt.  Blaine watched it come up like he was having an out of body experience.  One that didn’t end as he stepped closer.  Before Kurt’s quicksilver tongue could cut him down, their lips met for the first time.  Could be the last time, too.  At least he could stop wondering what that might feel like at all hours of the day and night regardless of the outcome.  He knew.

❣ pretty please!!

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(roll, 2: a forehead kiss)

Blaine walked barefoot out of the bedroom having changed into a loose fitting pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and hair already twisting into loose curls from his shower to find Elliott in the living room on the sofa.  “Hey, Happy Valentine’s Night,” he hummed over to him with a smile pausing by the mantle to light the vanilla and amber candles he’d picked up from the market earlier that week and saved them until today.  “What do you want to watch?  You pick while I make us some popcorn.” 

Dark eyebrows jerked up.  “Deal?”  

Setting down the long stemmed candle lighter–he turned enough to give his boyfriend a content smile before walking to stand beside the couch.  “Today was great, by the way.  Thank you.  I can’t wait to do that again next year.  Only I’m spoiling you much worse.  Better be prepared.”  Hesitating for just a moment, Blane bent down and pressed a kiss to Elliott’s forehead.  Gentle and light.  Perhaps a little too careful for such a small gesture.  

Then again?  For the past couple weeks since what happened in the bathroom?  Blaine was cautious as to not cross any boundaries out of the respect and the feelings he had for the man he smiled down at before softly squeezing his shoulder and righting himself.  “If only Valentine’s lasted longer.  It goes too fast.”  His thumb made a circle against Elliott’s shoulder before he retracted his hand and thumbed towards the kitchen.  “I’ll be right back.”

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early vamp!adam (roll, 8: a bleeding / bloody kiss) <~ not planned, i showed receipts!

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Adam always seemed appear when Blaine found himself in a not-so-great situation.
Tonight wasn’t the first time.  Knowing his luck? 
…..Probably wasn’t the last either.

The men from the docks were filtering into the city in droves now that most of the ships were ported due to another snowstorm that didn’t seem to want to let up.  Which meant when the hotels, streets and houses got cold?  The bars, taverns and restaurants were where everyone went to get warm.  Enough of a reason to trudge through the ice cold and wind blown downpour of white flakes all the way from his apartment to work.  He needed money and tonight the bar would be full of men with heavy pockets from their earnings and an abundance of alcohol.  The opportunity to cash in on it was way too hard to pass up.

Now, he was the one whose pockets were full while the patrons who drank themselves into a stupor listening to him play slept their drunkenness off next to the fireplace where the owner decided to let them stay.  Blaine, on the other hand, was determined to get home.  Sleep in his own clean, warm (and much better smelling than dirt, sweat and alcohol) bed.  Halfway home and the tall buildings made wind tunnels of snow and covered the stone underfoot in ice underneath the fresh powder.  A tired body and a huge gust aimed straight down the long corridor.  Blaine barely got out a yelp of surprise before he face planted on the ground.

Stars exploded behind clenched eyes.  His teeth felt like they rattled in his mouth when he landed hard enough to knock the wind out of himself. Against the human body’s gut instinct to bolt upright out of the snow, Blaine laid there long enough to catch his breath before pushing himself up with scraped palms onto sore knees covering half his face with a sigh and a groan.  That..hurt.  Only after he opened his eyes did he realize he was face-to-face with…  

“Adam?”  Blaine felt his face heat up.  He saw that, didn’t he?

“Promise me you’ll forget that happened,” he smiled wincing at how it hurt to do so.  Without thought, the musician leaned in quickly (was it instinct now?) and kissed the other, happy and relieved to see him in spite of his embarrassment.  Keeping his hands between his knees to warm them up, Blaine inched in a little closer and tilted his head to seal their lips together properly not realizing until then that he must’ve bit into his lip harder than he thought.  But the pain was worth the chance to try and offer up a kiss as a means of further convincing Adam he didn’t witness his ungraceful and nowhere near charming fall mishap.

❣ he’s going for it!

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(roll, 1: a shy kiss)

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How they ended up like this?  Blaine wasn’t sure he could remember gathering up the nerve to get remotely close enough to be breathing in a cologne that often left traces in the bathroom or in Puck’s wake when he rushed out the door.  The smell was something he was getting used to.  To the point that Blaine knew if or when Puck decided to stop crashing at his apartment?  He’d end up missing it when it was gone.  One second they were laughing about something Blaine’s brain lost all function of remembering the details of.  Television was involved and that was about the only step to this point Blaine might be able to piece together if asked.  

Couldn’t blame him for being, well, lost and his attention solely on something else entirely.  Because here he was collapsed back onto the sofa after nudging Puck hard enough that the one he got back knocked him backwards.  Combined with his refusal to let Puck change the channel and clinging to his wrist in an attempt to wrestle the remote away resulting in bringing Puck along for the ride.  A haze drifted into his gaze, lips that were open from his chuckle remained that way.  Only his smile faded and he felt his tongue move across his bottom lip making the air that was getting increasingly hard to breath run cold over his skin.

His grip tightened enough he could feel Puck’s pulse under his fingertips, lashes lowered but did nothing to veil where his gaze had drifted off to. Puck’s mouth seemed to draw him in.  The huff of a laugh was futile.  Weak and breathless and not really a laugh at all.  So, he stopped it dead in it’s tracks by gathering some steel resolve nerve he didn’t know he had (or was fueled by the courage of two beers) and inching up until their lips barely grazed one another and he could taste Puck’s breath and skin and..oh damn it..  His gaze flicked up, he lingered close enough one flinch would let him do it again, gone but just checking if he’d just made a horrible mistake.

❣ gIVE ME CUTE

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Okay.  Maybe.  Maybe! It was cheesy, but this was their first Valentine’s Day together.  Blaine’s favorite holiday.  Sebastian could grumble all he wanted about February 14th (when Blaine knew, deep down, Sebastian was as excited for it as he was..or..er..so he hoped?), he was going to get the full dose of what it was like to experience Blaine Anderson-style Valentine’s Day.  Whether he wanted to or not. And it was going to start no later than when Sebastian’s alarm went off.  Blaine had already let himself inside the apartment before dawn.  Using close to superhero level stealth, Sebastian’s apartment was transformed into well..what could only be described as Party Depot’s cupid aisle throwing up from ceiling to floor in bright red, white, even pink (fushia) trimmings.

Balloons, bright glistening streamers that hung from the top of his bedroom door to the floor.  A massive vase of roses sat on the kitchen table with two bottles of champagne and brand new flutes with crimson hearts in their stems.  Blaine could have gone the much more tasteful route.  Sure.  He’d actually PLANNED on it.  However.  The more Sebastian seemed to roll his eyes or resist all of Blaine’s crazy thoughts about the day?  The more determined to go off the wall Blaine decided to be.  Complete with obnoxiously huge teddy bear in the corner that he was hiding behind.  Please!  No comment on how he managed to pull off fitting back there!

A note taped to the wall outside the bedroom was followed by a series of other arrows and ‘this way’s until the path broke away and a trail of gummy hearts lead up to the brown stuffed animal with it’s huge round eyes. red bow around it’s neck and a sign sitting on his legs reading KISS ME in Blaine’s handwriting.  No sign of the guilty party whatsoever.  He didn’t even answer when Sebastian said his name.

Blaine could sense him close.  Did he figure him out?  Didn’t matter!  When the soft sound of Sebastian’s ‘hmmm’ felt as close as he could possibly get without thinking this was dumb and pulling away.  An arm jutted out from around the bear’s neck.  Fingers curled around a pale wrist and pulled him half for leverage so Blaine could roll up onto his knees while pulling Sebastian down.  The poor teddy bear toppled onto it’s side as their lips crashed together and a delighted Blaine held Sebastian close, his lips not daring to pull away.  GOT YOU!

❣️ // married

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(roll, 14: a happy kiss)

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The tip of his navy blue boat shoe tapped against the leg of a wrought iron bench framed by two bright red rose bushes carefully tended to so that the buds just now beginning to coil up through leaves of green were so vibrant they almost matched the crimson color of his chinos. Their delicate smell made Blaine smile. Fresh cut grass, earth and roses was so much better than burnt wood, ash, a knot in his throat and tears in his eyes.  Coming home for this occasion?  As bittersweet as it was?  God, he was glad they did.

Standing in the garden that alumni like himself and his former Warbler brothers built in honor of the school that was as part of them and as essential to what made them who they were as their veins, blood and bones did–Blaine let his hazel gaze wander over the paths with their trellises, gazebos and fountains.  The scene was beautiful, serene.  Like a monument to the memories and lives they made and changed as years went by.  So much of himself started here.  His coming into who he was, meeting people who believed in him in ways no one ever had before, where he met Kurt and his future began to cement it’s foundation without him even realizing it.

Blaine loved Dalton, what it represented not just to him but his friends who all had their own stories to tell about how the school changed their lives.  Even began new ones.  Their daughter wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for a winding staircase and a boy doing his best to blend and not pulling it off one bit.  His heart began to soar when his gaze fixed itself on the starkly contrasting pieces of heavy machinery on the very edge of the lawn he’d been wandering down, hands in his pockets and feet carrying him perfectly through imaginary halls even if he had to jump a bush or two to stay on course.

The garden would soon be gone but pieces of it would last. 
It didn’t matter…
Dalton was coming back.

Standing precisely on the spot he knew deep down (because he’d never forget an inch of the halls he cherished) was where he wanted to be, Blaine felt the warm press of a palm against the back of his hand. 

 “The next time we come back here..  I wonder what it’ll look like.  Breaking ground in two days.  Trent’s designing it.  How weird is that?”

His husband’s shadow blocked out the sun only a enough to catch his attention further.  Kurt’s eyes were reddened (so were his) but their smiles were ear to ear.  “This is where we—-.  You wouldn’t believe how long I stood in the hallway telling myself I could do it..,” he confessed while nodding towards the hallway that existed only in their mind’s eye.

“I love you.”  The kiss was real.  His hand pulled free and wrapped both arms around Kurt’s shoulders, heels lifting so he could press their lips together.  Buildings could burn, gardens would bloom and wither and new walls could come out of the ground and crumble all over again.  What wouldn’t change? Was them and what they had after it began RIGHT HERE.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME @inthequiver​
(random roll:  5, Make out on the floor)

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   The burn of his last drink was still inside his mouth when he sat himself down on the floor of the closet he just so happened to end up inside with Sebastian on the very first round of the game the Warblers were all too eager to play.  Shut away from the rest of the world in their secret little hideaway, Sebastian and a few others snuck in the liquor.  And the rest?  As they say.  Was history.  With a thud, he felt Sebastian join him and he blinked down at him with a look of puzzlement etched on his flushed face. “Weird how this ended up you and me two seconds into the game,” Blaine smirked making his thoughts sort of obvious.  Did Sebastian set this up?  Was this idea all his to begin with?

Then his mouth got warm and he could taste the coppery flavor spreading up into his nostrils and he practically melted down onto the floor beside the long, lean body pressed so very close to his.  “Almost like it was rigged,” the heels of his palms dug into his eyes but his lazy smile said he didn’t mind.  Not too much.  “You wouldn’t do that..  Would you?”  They both knew pretty damn well Sebastian would.  Blaine was simply the master of skipping right to oblivious when he needed to.  This point in time was a good example of when he needed to.

But with a turn, Sebastian’s nose was right in front of his.  Green eyes made sparkling by too much to drink and that glint that never quite left them met his and Blaine lost his ability to joke. Instead what came out were stuttered puffs of air that was supposed to be a chortle.  Those died out two seconds in when instead of watching Sebastian watching him, he didn’t realize he’d skipped down to watching Sebastian’s mouth and his Cheshire Cat grin..and how Sebastian’s tongue dipped out to swipe off a tiny taste of expensive liquor off the corner of his lips.  Oh god.  Blaine’s finger lifted up to get the rest.  The pad of it pressed to Sebastian’s bottom lip.  He choked out an, “I got it…,” before absentmindedly sucking the flavor off his skin.  A quiet sound left his throat before he could bit the tip of his finger to keep it at bay.

The look on Sebastian’s face was a blend of mischief and shock..  What did he just do?