Almost automatically, as though it had been choreographed, the God of Speed’s arm threw itself around the other’s waist to pull him flush against him, their lips fiercely meeting halfway. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins, victory was within their grasp and surrounding them was nothing but the CHAOS they had brought along with them— he could not have asked for a more accelerating scenario. A lustful hum pulsates from his lips to Music Meister’s, followed by a hot breath he exhaled into the mouth he was hardly done exploring. “What’re you gonna do to me when we do win?”
Where there was chaos there was also a melody, colliding with the destruction and weaving through it in broken water mains, groans and the sound of what had to be more than several rather small (or not so small) fires crackling in the distance (or not so distance). His love’s destruction deserved just one more note and as glowing golden hazel eyes landed on his would-be instrument cowering behind a pile crumbled brick and mortar, an arm slid around his waist. Attention snapping up between panted breaths and twitching fingers as though the Meister was already beginning to conduct his next masterpiece, their bodies met and then his mouth was taken. Hungry and deep, toes wiggled against the soles of polished saddle shoes as he kissed back with equal fervor, lust and want. Broken apart seconds later, he swallowed down the taste of his beloved, breathed it in and swooned. A wicked grin twisted his mouth and he tipped up to drag his teeth over wet lips. “Why ruin the surprise,” another bite, “Or would you like me to?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I’m glad at least one of us seems to think this entertaining. 😳 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I don’t know. I mean, obviously, we were going through a tough time, I wasn’t sleeping and spending a lot of my time online shopping on Ambien, and I guess one of those days he just… kind of ended up showing up on my doorstep. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) And he’s been hiding out in my bedroom ever since. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Again, do not judge.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I happen to be finding this very entertaining.
😂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Makes sense. I’ve heard of people buying weirder things on Ambien.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait. No. No, I haven’t. Half a torso and an arm takes the cake! Haha! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m kidding. I think it’s beyond cute that you have a.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) What is this thing called? Can we keep him on the bed?
It hadn’t been long that Sebastian obtained the job of working for the nationally known Blaine Anderson, star of the stage. Sebastian never even thought working as a damn personal assistant would be something he would ever end up doing. Being somewhere in the showbiz scene for sure, but this was a different turn. Hell, he should have his OWN personal assistants. But yet, he couldn’t deny the offer when he thought about being by Blaine’s side all the time. The superstar was hot, and that was not something Sebastian had the strength to deny. So far – the main realization he’s made is that Blaine has a definite…FLARE in him. He demands what he wants when he wants it and there’s no leeway. It was something that made a silenced rage grow in Sebastian yet it was all for some reason a bit intriguing.
Stepping into Blaine’s dressing room, Sebastian has a coffee in one hand and a flashy costume in the other. One with lots of leather and swarovski crystals. Blaine was doing a runway for one of the biggest designers around and he’d also be the performing act for the event. All he had to hope for now was that Blaine would take the news easily; The news that they wanted him to switch what he was wearing. There were many times Sebastian wanted to snap at the diva, but he wanted to keep this job so badly. ❝I have your coffee. Now THIS is your new costume. The designer wants you to switch before you come out and perform. Personally, I find this one to be hotter.❞
Blaine is secretly exhausted. Or not so secretly. Considering his mood gets worse the more tired he is and it’s measurable by the amount of attitude he dishes out to those around him. From tacking on as many add-this-subtract-that notes that can fit on the side of a Starbucks cup. To demanding everyone give him peace and quite for fifteen minutes, please?! No matter how many times he sends his assistant out to fetch coffee as fast as he can drink it–nothing is working. All he wants to do is finish this show and go back to the hotel so he can pass out until tomorrow. But there’s an after party he’s due at after the press junket which means tonight–that blended over from last night’s concert–is only a third of the way through.
A groan splits his lips open and hits his palm as he rubs the bridge of his nose. From where he’s slouched in his chair, booted feet kicked up on the vanity and crossed over one another–he snaps his head in the direction of the door opening. “Fifteen minutes! I said–oh,” he pauses when it’s Sebastian, “Good. It’s you.” Woah. Ignore the coffee–what the hell was in his other hand? Narrowing eyes burn a slow stare up Sebastian’s arm as he waits for an explanation. Once he receives it–there goes the eyebrow. “Well. Um. No,” his lips form a perfect circle but he’s unable to look away from the monstrosity hanging from Sebastian’s arm. “Tell her if she wants to wear that? She can wear it herself.” The get up looks like someone had a seizure while holding onto a bedazzler and clutching the latest fashions from the bin of a Goodwill discount store. It’s not going on his body. “Or you can if you think that’s hot. Which makes me question every time in the past you’ve told me I look good wearing something because that horror show? No. Not happening.” No. Way.
Chilly air was supposed to cool him off and sober him up. That was the plan anyway. Or so the lights coming on at the bar and him needing to walk some of this off before he called a cab said. It’d been hours since he walked out of McKinley hell bent on getting obliviated and forgetting this entire day and, damn, the drinks worked but now that he was left with his thoughts? Like gravity decided to throw him a curveball by a reminder of everything he was aiming to let go? He ended up walking several blocks down..Kurt’s street.
The more he thought–the more he had left to say. Bowtie dangling loose at his neck–Blaine fought to finally untie it and even messed up his hair in how many times he kept running his fingers along his scalp as frustration built up and boiled over into anger. No. Their conversation wasn’t done. –How can you expect me to forget everything when I know you’re here. The second time since..and the first you didn’t tell me because you were doing me a “favor” I didn’t need!– Oh! That was only one of many things he had to say to his ex-fiance’.
He meant to get his attention. That’s all. Wobbling as he stood up with the small rock he grabbed from a crumbling sidewalk, Blaine stopped in front of Hudson-Hummel’s and staggered as he took aim at Kurt’s window and chucked it stumbling forward as he let it go. Problem? It wasn’t the right house. Nor was it the small rock he grabbed but a chunk of stone from the pavement. Moment of sobriety a second too late? A pitched, hiccuping scream echoed a CRASH that shattered the window and took the curtains off with it. Billowing white fell from the window and landed on the lawn Blaine stared in horror, fingers touching his upper lip at the hellish nightmare he had no chance of waking up from because..this was real life.
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