@awesomegaydar said: remember when rachel got dragged like 5 blocks by a bunch of dogs and santana just stood there watching lskmdlfkm @pianokeysandbowties said: at least blaine tried to chase her down.. #friendshipgoals #stilldidn’tcatchher. the ground was too dirty to really dive in there.
I HAD NEVER SEEN THIS SCENE BEFORE NOW AND CAN I JUST SAY WHAT A THRILLING SAGA THIS IS
❛i just don’t understand why no one will let me pay off the judges so we WIN. it’s not like i can’t afford it. hello – i’m RICH. i could give them anything they wanted, and daddy would give me the money to do it. which is why i don’t understand why people keep telling me NO. ❜
“As tempting as that offer might be? I think winning because we’re the most talented group on the stage is going to feel a lot better. Though. If I’m honest with you? If Mr. Schue doesn’t get us seriously focused on Sectionals sooner rather than later,” he shrugged not saying the obvious but fully insinuating with the look on his face that they might need to keep her option on the back burner. Not that he’d ever TRULY consider it. No. Not at all.
⟨ text : blaine ⟩hypothetically, she’ll be fine with it. i know mom. she was probably wild back in the day. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ i mean it’d make some great conversation over thanksgiving dinner rather than the usual wishing for world peace and being grateful dealio. or a fantastic tale for a game of never have i ever. now, i won’t name drop. but i happen to know some very scandalous details about some of your favourite people because of that game. it’s about time i had my own scandal for the internet blogs. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ no. i was method acting when i managed to hit a tree. this was an unexpected bonus! ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ everyone wants to know how i broke into the hardest business to crack. you, little brother, are no exception to that rule. currently there is no ghost writer, but i’m working on it. asking the starbucks guy might be a good idea though. i’ll get back to you on that one. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ you’re missing the point, blaine. people in hollywood don’t order drinks to drink. people in hollywood order drinks to demand the time they deserve. the longer the coffee takes, the more important you look to everyone behind you. ergo, the longer i stay there, the more chance there is of someone wanting to offer me a role in, i don’t know, say, a brand new tv show pilot all about a very handsome man – spoiler, that would be me. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ now do you get it?
( mssg » cooper | sent ) I don’t think she’s got a rap sheet though! Try not to be the first in the family to get one. That’s not an accomplishment you need, Cooper. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Who have you sat and played Never Have I Ever with? Please, don’t make up a scandal. Or. If you do? Can you run it by me first? You know? For tips? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) ….You hit a tree? Um? When? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I’m not? Don’t ask the Starbucks guy! You put enough on his shoulders with a laundry list of a drink order. Ask.. I bet someone from Ohio would love to do that. You know? Get a chance to work with their favorite actor? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Right, right. How did I not think of that logic? Is this a hypothetical role in a pilot you were offered? Or did that happen? It gets sort of hard to keep track.
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ see, if you were someone who texted back quickly, frank wouldn’t be in a predicament. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩say he has done exactly what you said not to. should he go back and get it? ⟨ text : blaine ⟩also, remind me to put that acclamation on my online profile later! although you’ll have to make a name for yourself so i can actually use it as a direct quote. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ maybe just get all your high school friends to hit the like button on my fan page status when it gets uploaded? a couple hundred teenagers thinking i’m definitely famous and well loved is guaranteed to get me a roll in the hunger games revival. keeps me young and relevant! ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ you didn’t hear that spoiler from me though!
( mssg » cooper | sent ) I was in class! What kind of a predicament? Should I even ask? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Oh my god! Yes! Yes! He should go back and get it. Unless he left a number to contact him written on the back! Mom will freak out if she has to send him bail money! ( mssg » cooper | sent ) I can’t believe we’re talking about your fandom and online profile right now! ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Focus, Coop! There is a much bigger problem if the owner of the car already left wherever it is Frank was when this happened. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) ….. Is that real? Or did Frank hit his head when he committed a huge traffic violation/possible felony?
made on request by:@grownupsoflima aka fox. listening to this song (one of my favorite blaine duets in all of glee) and…i can’t hear it without seeing this. every. single. time. i love you.
one of the best rp feelings in the world is when someone makes a tag for ur char/ship its like youve earned a little place with them and their portrayal of their character whether its an oc or canon and its so pure and good
[ sms ›› nightbird ] little old me? [ sms ›› nightbird ] wanna make out with my face? [ sms ›› nightbird ] it could be our next secret mission. project bump & grind; the blam edition
( mssg » sam | sent ) oh That wasn’t supoosed to send Iw as trying to erase it ( mssg » sam | sent ) I was trying to pretend I was drunk enough to ext you that and not wcare but turmns out I..liek stilll do ( mssg » sam | sent ) wait..foir real? the blam project bump & grind would be a thign? I mean a more than that one time we havent talked about since it hapepend thing. hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not nice to mess with drunk people?
Lips permanently curved and a severe sense of pride rapidly welling up inside of him, a small chuckle escaped the older male’s lips as he finally made himself comfortable; occasionally casting a glance toward his adoring husband before blue green eyes once again settled on their small bundle of joy now lying sound asleep on the bed next to them. She was perfect. The name Hepburn often discussed during their late night post-Broadway stage babyname debates yet somehow even more perfect now that she was officially the one to answer to it. A sight of which Kurt was positive he’d never find himself grow tired of; any earlier marital squabbles beyond forgotten and inching significantly closer to Blaine as he finally nuzzled their noses together.
“Happy anniversary, daddy,” lips teased, going in for a haste, gentle kiss and features positively radiant after shooting a brief and subtle glance towards the alarm clock sitting on their nightstand as it indicated having just turned midnight. No matter how many anniversaries they had shared together in the past, their first with less-than-a-day-old little Hepburn was no doubt bound to be one even more special.
Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the top of a tiny head covered in so many dark, spiky will-someday-be-crazy-out-of-control little curls. His thumb traced back and forth across velvet skin and he had no shame in the tears in his eyes as he tucked his head down to smell his new favorite scent. The ghost of Kurt’s cologne lingering on his skin, meticulously picked baby detergent, powder and someone brand new laying between him and his husband. THEIR someone brand new. If there was ever a moment where he’d looked at Kurt throughout their years together and thought ‘I couldn’t ever possibly love someone more’, he meant it every time but had no idea how wrong he was. Because right here? Right now? Between the two of them? Blaine’s heart was filled to the brim and bursting with absolutely the most love he’s ever known and will ever discover. How did something like this feel? Wonderful? Overwhelming? No, not any of those. There were no words. Not really. Whole. Whole was as close as he got.
His family. His future. His life and soul. All here within arm’s reach and they were fathers together. “Happy Anniversary, daddy,” he repeated back with just a little taunt in return. Kurt’s quick and gentle kiss was returned with one that lingered and curved into a bright smile against his mouth. Blaine couldn’t seem to lose the way it stretched from ear to ear. “I love you so much, Kurt. Look at her. She’s ours. She’s perfect. Our daughter. Can you believe it?”
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