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My muse(s): Blaine Devon Anderson

Do I know your muse(s): yes!!! <3<3 | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

♘ [Our muses cuddling in a blanket fort]

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Blaine grinned as he rolled over onto his stomach bringing the tail
end on the strand of LED lights that touched the floor along with him.
One hand rested itself on Kurt’s chest as he laid half on top of him. A
careful placement of the lights across the top of Kurt’s forehead and
Blaine looked proud as proud could be. “There. Perfect. Your very
own crown. Looks good on you,” he let a carefree giggle shake him
against Kurt’s side and gave the pouting man’s nose a quick peck.

They meant to get out of town for the weekend and visit home. The
weather thought differently when a snowstorm hit that delayed flights
out for an entire night. At least they weren’t like the tourists who were
stuck scrambling to find a hotel room or sleep at the airport and had
their own apartment to go home to. Good thing too. Burt phoned as
soon as they walked in and asked them to reschedule. He was worried
for them to risk flying out even when the coast was clear. What if they
got stuck in Lima? Kurt would be climbing the walls in less than a day.

Making due out of time off and to cheer up his disappointed fiance’?
Seemed easy at the suggestion of a blanket fort!

“Tell me again how
childish this idea is? I think you’re enjoying it more than me and I was
the one who came up with the silly notion to grab every blanket we own
and turn it into our weekend getaway.” Blaine’s nose scrunched up in a
playful smirk. “Cause I’m thinking this was a brilliant idea. Yes? No?”

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Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Blaine Devon Anderson from Fox’s Glee

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Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

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Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Blaine Devon Anderson from Fox’s Glee

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

‘i will be the biggest star of them all.’

“If there’s anyone who can pull off that statement? We all know it’s you, Rachel. Until that happens? We should settle on this song list we’re pitching to Mr. Schue for Sectionals. Unless you plan on giving up and going with another 80′s rock medley? Not that there aren’t some wonderful songs I’m sure he’ll skip over. I really liked the idea you had for the chance to change things up. Stardom awaits past yet another trophy. Baby steps to Broadway as I like to call it. What do you think?”

I want to know the truth

meme: kinda maybe love you? kinda maybe don’t
status: accepting!

tag: @auntieemhoneycutt

Blaine sat the bar with his drink in one hand. The other tapped his fake I.D. against the countertop. He knew conversations with bartenders could end up with loose lips saying way more than the person doing the brain dumping should dish out to the poor guy behind the bar only doing his job. He’d like to think that he was above being one of the wine-o’s that his few trips here had him listening to from the sidelines. Nope. Today he was one of them. Emmett was just forced to take the brunt of it. They’d talked before but not like this. Tonight, Emmett was seeing a side of him after half a dozen phone calls went straight to Kurt’s voicemail. He shouldn’t be drinking. That was only going to make it worse. The drink he had was a bad idea. Common sense didn’t matter apparently.

“I don’t know what the truth is. You’re asking me if I’m still in love with someone I never imagined being out of love with. Yes. I know he hates me. I don’t blame him. I just wish there was something I could do but I’m starting to think there isn’t. I guess that’s your answer.”