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mysrybled‌.

❝ WHAT ? OH GOD DUDE , I’M NOT GAY ! ❞ _{a pause , tongue wetting lips as brows nestled .} ❝ _{i mean , like you’re cool and all . and i like how your hair does that little} SWOOP THING _{. and you smell good too , that’s nice —}WAIT , AM I GAY ? ❞_{head shakes , gaze shifting back up to meet the others .} ❝ _{what was the question} _? ❞

Blaine tried not to show how poor Sam had him feeling a whole heap of pity for the struggle he went through in a matter of seconds. Pity and..let’s not smile too wide. Cause on the other hand? Sam’s reaction was so comical about the entire situation that stemmed from a simple question that Blaine had actually meant something totally not this. A brow arched when Sam rounded everything off with that question. Humor danced in his eyes as he reached over and gave the blond’s arm a pat. “Um. Wow. Sam. The question was..” He bit his lip then tucked his chin towards his collar moving to hold up the cookies he pulled off the Lima Bean’s counter. “Do you want rainbows or vanilla? Like..” One was a sugar cookie coated in multi-colored sprinkles while the other had smooth, white icing over chocolate. “Rainbows,” that cookie jiggled followed by the other. “Or..vanilla? But, I mean. We can work through that conversation after coffee if you really want.” Then, the back of his wrist was pressed to his lips, cookie dangling as he muffled a chuckle against his sleeve, eyes glistening in amusement as he stared up at him.

mr. schuester.

Will stood there watching the New Directions chatting after they came off stage after the results had been announced. He knew what this loss meant. He hadn’t heard anyone come over to him until he heard a voice from beside him. Looking over, he noticed Blaine. “There is always a chance we could lose. I just had so much hope.” He told him. Will tried to seem positive, but deep down, he was heartbroken.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured to his best friends. Blaine gently patted Sam’s shoulder he’d been holding onto and gave the blond a pensive smile. Tina took over, her arm fit around Sam’s back and she hugged him close. From the corners of his eyes, he’d caught sight of someone else who was as devastated as they were. Only. He was bearing the weight of their loss alone.

There were times when Blaine questioned everything about William Schuester. But now wasn’t the time. Instead, he approached him and said the only thing that came to mind. “We all had a lot of hope riding on this but..I mean. We’ll find a way. Right?” Hazel eyes drifted over every saddened face gathered around. “We have to. It can’t be over.”

storyworn.

^{“ can you do me a favor and just shut up for two seconds ? ” she snaps , side eyeing him . she couldn’t believe the odds that he was the partner she was trapped with for this stupid project . she’d already r e g r e t t e d signing up for it as one of her gen eds , but now she wondered if it would be worth it to just drop it even if it gave her in incomplete grade .}

Stunned, Blaine turned his attention from his notebook to her. He kept his mouth shut for a beat or two as hazel eyes underneath a set of arched brows read back and forth across hers. “Yeah. Sure. No problem.” Plucking up his cellphone, he checked the time and sat back. He could do both of them one better. Offer to do the work himself if it was too much for her to handle. Or pick things up tomorrow so he could leave and make an early train home. Giving her a few minutes before he put those options on the table out of the simple fact he’d rather get this project done. Then focus on several others he had stacked on top of this one. All while trying to help Rachel get settled in her new place, spend time with his husband and do that thing called sleep

beautifullyxxunstable.

Standing in the cold, the twenty five year old woman was trying to hail down a cab. Annaleigh hated being out this late at night – especially in a large city like this one. She may have been used to being out at these late hours, but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. You never knew what kind of weirdos you’d run into at about 2:30 in the morning. Still, it wasn’t like she’d had a choice in the matter. She’d had to work another late shift at the bar and at the moment the single mother was willing to take whatever shifts were offered to her. They needed the money and she was going to do whatever it took to make sure her son had a better life.

A gasp escaped from the woman’s lips when she felt a body collide with her’s. Living in a large city like this, it was easy to run into people, she was just surprised that this had happened at such a late hour. Then again, it was late and kind of hard to see in some places, despite the very bright street lamps and other lights illuminating the city. Had it been any other time of day, Annaleigh may have yelled at the stranger, but considering how late it was and how tired she was, she would let this slide. “It’s alright.”she mumbled.

Annaleigh turned her attention to the recently stopped cab. She was greatful that he was willing to let her use this cab. However, she didn’t want him to have to go back to where he’d come from at such a late hour. “Why don’t we just share this one?”she suggested. She didn’t mind sharing a cab with the kind stranger. Besides, it wasn’t like she had any where important to be. Her son Tommy was sleeping over at a friend’s house so she didn’t have to worry about picking him up at such a late hour anyway.

Blaine blinked in surprise at the offer. He’d expected a ‘thank you’, the door slamming and watching the tail lights (and his quickest way home) disappear off into the New York City night while he tried to find an Uber so he didn’t have to stand out here and freeze again. Getting back into the theater was relatively easy enough and he was already taking a step up onto the sidewalk before turning to give the woman a stunned, awestruck smile. “Y-Yeah. That’d would be–,” his eyebrows screwed up and he gave her an ‘are you sure’ look. “If it isn’t too much trouble?

“It’s freezing. Sorry. Yes. Thank you so much.” Skipping back down off the curb, he smiled gratefully and opened the door for her motioning inside with an usher-like wave of his hand complete with half-bow at the waist. “Your carriage, ma’am.” The cabbie rolled his eyes but Blaine was blissfully unaware of that. Waiting until she was inside, he climbed in after and closed the door. “You can be the first stop. I don’t mind.” Half-gloved fingers tugged his scarf a little higher up on his neck to help speed up chasing off the wintery chill outside.

“I’m Blaine, by the way.” Probably should have introduced himself first. But? In his defense, it was after two in the morning and he’d gone into work at ten the previous morning with only a pitstop home for a couple hours before it got dark outside. His brain surpassed tired and was running on the last drops of midnight oil he had left. “Thanks again. I really didn’t want to go back into work and my bed is practically screaming my name.” The woman was a saint for going out of her way and being kind. Yes, that’s right, a saint.

puck.

_{it was STRANGE being there. despite it having been a week and a half, he still sometimes felt like he was just in a weird friends-esque dream. living in the big apple with a bunch of high school friends ( at least until he was able to find an apartment of his own ). there was something about the city that felt strange – stranger than how it was when he was GOOFING OFF in LA. it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant – just different. maybe it was just the idea that nearly everyone he knew has ended up there in hopes of fulfilling their wildest dreams. new york was where that kind of thing happened, but it wasn’t the kind of thing he ever expected for himself. he didn’t even know what he wanted to come from the move. what his goal was. he was just kind of THERE, but surprisingly that didn’t bother him. he may not have known what he wanted, but he knew that the second he’d set foot off the subway, it felt right.}

_{still, puck had been struggling to adjust to the hustle and bustle of city life. it was DIFFERENT somehow from the experience he’d had in los angeles. he wasn’t sure if it was because there were actually people he knew around to see whether or not he was fucking shit up, or doing things he shouldn’t be. then there was the very-likely possibility that it was because his time in la had been before finn had passed, and puck was arguably a very different person now than he was then. no matter what the reason was, he’d been slowly but surely figuring things out, but still found it hard to sleep at night. usually he was awake until his body gave in to exhaustion. he usually managed to do so without anyone waking up and QUESTIONING him about it.}

_{he jumped at the sound of blaine’s voice, quiet but unexpected. he gave a shrug of a shoulder, and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. ❛ nah, not really. i was just watching fresh prince. ❜ eyes shifted back towards the television, and once again the only sound filling the room was that from the tv ( and even that was soft, puck having turned the volume down, not wanting to wake any of them ). he looked over at blaine as he spoke up again, and he raised an eyebrow, picking up his phone to see the time. ❛ uh. sure ? ‘s a little late though. you aren’t tired ? ❜}

_{he blew out a breath at the question, giving a small nod. that was for sure. ❛ little bit. not that it’s bad. i’m pretty happy here. plus this place is as badass as i am, so i know it’s the perfect place for me. it’s just a little different. ❜}

Blaine leaned back against the counter, palms pressed on the very edge, as he waited for the milk to heat up. His attention shifted from Puck to the television, an AMUSED smirk curved the edges of his lips when he took note of Puck’s choice of mindless television to watch. “When I was a kid? I used to dance to the theme song of that show when it came on. Pretty sure Cooper put me up to it as a means of entertaining himself but I guess I was having a great time regardless. If the embarrassing video he took once tells me so. One of many,” he added in with a mumble. “I think he’s going to use it for bribing material if I ever go past him in the fame department.” His eyes narrowed and a brow jerked up. “Although I’m pretty sure my mother has ones with him in them that are far worse. Maybe I can bribe her into giving me a couple. You know? For a counter-bribe,” he grinned as he flicked the burner off.

Turning with a shrug, he snatched the pot off the stove and carefully filled the two mugs. “Sort of but not really? I’ve been up off and on for most of the night.” Skirting around the counter and coming up to the couch, Blaine took a seat beside him and offered Puck one of the steamy mugs. “This stuff is amazing. Found it in a cafe near NYADA. Probably not the best to help you sleep since, well, sugar but worth a shot?”

One bare foot lifted so he could prop his heel against the edge of the cushion, his mug was carefully held on top of a bent knee. Laughing with a dip of his head in a nod, bright eyes read back and forth over Puck’s face. “Yeah. That’s a way of putting it. As badass as you are is hard to match. New York City is, probably, the only place that could even try. It was up and down for me after the initial ‘Wow! I’m really here!’ period of the first week or two.” To say he had some issues adjusting to several parts of his new life in this city was an understatement but no one was awake that he had to downplay it in front of.

“Sorry. I have no idea why I just decided to plop that in your lap. Guess I just want to make sure you’re happy and it stays that way,” he finished with a careful sip keeping his focus on Puck over the edge of his mug as he did.

talktoten.

“You would not believe the distance I have travelled for a good cake.” His voice carried into the coffeeshop, easy to pick out at least in part because of the obvious accent: English tourists were not very common in Lima, Ohio. Or any sort of tourist, for that matter. The Doctor was standing at the counter, chatting back-and-forth with the overworked cashier so cheerily the young lady seemed to be (almost) waking up, pleased to have someone to talk to (if a little bit confused by his implication that he’d been roaming the countryside in search of cake). Still, a minute later the Doctor was situated at a table in the opposite corner of the cafe from Blaine, pulling bits off of a blueberry muffin because despite the supposedly fantastic carrot cake being sold here, the Lima Bean had sold out all but fifteen minutes before he’d arrived. (They were one of the few places in the USA which sold tea, though, so the Doctor had HAD to stay.)

His eyes wandered the room; after a second, the Doctor leant back in his chair and retrieved the 2008-esque flip-phone from his breastpocket, to read his new friend’s latest messages: he was enjoying the exchange. It was pleasant. Not Ariel was unabashed about his curiosity, which the Doctor appreciated.

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) could be a brain-feasting parasite. those are all over the 21st century. does he watch a lot of FOX News?

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) I dealt with one of those ‘round here just this morning. It’s why I’m here

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) don’t usually drop by Lima. My transport just sort of decided to give up on me. Fussy.

The TARDIS had probably been protesting how bored she was: generally speaking, dealing with brain parasites was not actually a very fun job. Especially in politicians in tiny American towns – half the time you got it out and you couldn’t tell the difference. The Doctor’s texting paused a minute as he went to retrieve his tea, leaving his coat and phone at the table – utterly at ease. Then, once he returned:

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) if he’s making you play guessing games though, Not Ariel, he’s probably rubbish.

Blaine couldn’t help hearing the voice ring out above all the others in the shop. Who wouldn’t? It wasn’t very often that you heard an accent like that in the middle of a coffee shop in..boring, old, never changing Ohio. Not a particularly alluring state for worldly travellers looking for a vacation. Not when other places had much more to offer than endless cornfields, cow pastures and lots of small towns speckled between a few large cities that were not nearly exciting as places like New York or Los Angeles.

A lopsided, curious smile twisted itself onto the corners of his partially open lips. The man did seem kind of odd. Did he just say he came all the way here for cake? Suddenly, his gaze darted to his phone. Holy crap! That had to be the stranger-who-wasn’t-Hunter he’d been talking to. He really did listen?? Gone from curious to stunned, Blaine blinked at the last message and looked up just in time to watch the strange stranger type onto a phone Blaine was pretty sure qualified for an upgrade about eight years or so years ago and possibly then some. Full of wonder to see if his phone would ding as soon as the man was done, he waited.. And just like that? The messages came..

( mssg » not hunter | sent ) A brain-feasting parasite? LOL!
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) I think he’d be the brain-feasting parasite if I’m being honest. Or if he caught one? It might make him a nicer person.

A grin that wasn’t even a little guilty for letting that out unconsciously turned that smile a little more devious than Blaine would have intended it to be. Still, he continued typing and looking over the top of his phone at the man to see what his reactions would be.

( mssg » not hunter | sent ) If you’re stuck here? I know a good mechanic. Could have you back on the road by tomorrow depending on what the problem is.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) You’re right. Hunter is sort of rubbish. I’m only trying to work things out before a problem escalates beyond any kind of recovery.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) You don’t have to sit alone over there, you know? I mean..unless you’d like to?

elliott.

Elliott didn’t try to move his hand, content to let Blaine do what he wanted with it for the most part – it was cute, that Blaine seemed so attached to having some touch he’d try to make Elliott keep it there. There was a slight twitch of his fingers when Blaine kissed it mind – more an action of surprise than anything else.

“You’re not going to ruin anything Blaine, I promise. You don’t have to worry so much.” Elliott was good at rolling with whatever happened, letting stuff fall off his back like a duck with water – confrontation wasn’t really his thing beyond the occasional intervention, and his temper had a longer fuse than a regulated explosion for TV.

In short, Blaine had more luck of being cast as Tracy Turnblad on Broadway tomorrow morning than managing to ruin something with Elliott with a few misplaced words.

When he repeated boyfriends, Elliott’s heart started beating faster, although now that word didn’t bring out such a reaction because he was nervous of Blaine’s response, but because he really, truly loved hearing it from the others lips.

“I…is that what you want us to be?” Because dear God, it’s what Elliott wanted them to be.

Hearing Elliott promise he wasn’t going to ruin something, Blaine felt a cool splash of relief flood his veins. His stomach became a bit less tight and that dangerous thing called hope felt just a little more easier to hang onto. Sure, he could counter the notion with a wait and see but why ruin the moment? He’d been forgiven of the blunder his runaway mouth made in the living room. Now, he should let it go and move on rest assured that he hadn’t made a mess of things from the stupid teasing request.

“Sorry. Just habit. I guess letting go and forgetting about my several month string of doing exactly that is a lot harder than I thought it’d be. I’m not normally like this. I hope you can bear with me.” Several months? More like over a year of one mistake to the next. He could swear if you skipped back longer than that, he was a different person. One that he was doing his best to reconnect with. “I’ll get there again..”

And it’d be a whole lot less of this.

Smiling warmly as he slid his feet up and bent at the knee causing globs of bubbles to slide down bared skin, hazel eyes searched Elliott’s and he nodded feeling even more grateful he had someone in his life like the man kneeling beside the tub. “Yeah. I’d like us to be. If you’re willing to tolerate my moments of cluelessness and wanting to stick my foot in the mouth that is.” A wry grin followed. Boyfriends? It’d take some getting used to..but if Elliott wanted to try? So did he.

starter call request!! @thequarterbxck

The Lima Bean was packed since school was out for two days. The rest of the Warblers who straggled behind after dropping Trent off for the weekend already claimed two tables near the windows. Laughs and shouts of joy echoed from their table. Blaine was the only one stuck at the counter. He drummed his fingers on the bleach water faded wood quietly for a good five minutes making sure to keep enough space for the person who had yet to claim their coffee. Then it dawned on him when he saw the name written on the side of the cup. Finn.

Kurt’s brother? How’d he miss the ceiling tall boy not two people away? Only meeting him twice before this, it still boggled Blaine’s sober mind at how Kurt and he were family. Sure, it was through marriage, but the contrast of personalities was beyond crazy to compare. “Hey. I think this is yours,” his smile was warm and open as he held the cup out. “It’s nice to see you again, Finn. Where’s everyone else?”

kelsey.

“that would be nice.” kelsey admitted softly as she followed blaine’s lead over to the garbage can instinctively dropping the remaining trash from her lunch into the can before taking those few steps back to the table to grab her backpack and toss it over her right shoulder while doing her best to keep eye contact with the other teen to show she was still engaged in their conversation.

after all, the biggest reason kelsey had joined the glee club – aside from actually finding some enjoyment in singing and dancing – was to make friends and feel that sense of belonging. glee club had its up and downs like any family. but at the end of the day it was exactly everything she wanted socially. at the end of the day they always had each other’s backs because that’s what a family does, they stand up for each other even if they’re fighting themselves. and since the only family she had was her mother this experience was all that more important to the teenager. even thought she’d probably never dare to admit such a thing.

“nah i’m TOTALLY up for that.” even if it might be a little embarrassing, it didn’t take much for kelsey to get embarrassed but she would get over that. she always did. “so, you have any ideas on a song that will appeal to their inner sappy selves – just in case? or are we gonna like wing that part?” because that would be a little difficult to just come up with on the spot… plus she really needed to learn more songs for when they all randomly broke out into song so she didn’t have to pretend like she knew ALL the notes and words.

Linking arms with her, Blaine mosied along the path out of the lunchroom and decided that instead of catching up with the others? They could head to the auditorium to discuss their taking over the glee club plan in more detail. Students ambled past them but Blaine’s attention was all on Kelsey while his brain tried to come up with the best plan possible. A songtervention.

Not just to make sure they didn’t suffer and inevitable defeat. But because he wasn’t sure how much more bickering he could take before shooting off something he shouldn’t say (and would later regret) to the next person who threw a fit. Er. Wouldn’t that be throwing a fit too? A fit to end a fit? Yeah, it’d work but he didn’t want to cause more drama on top of the already there drama that he and Kelsey were trying to dissipate.

“Great! Glad to see you’re willing to give it a shot. Either it’ll work..or not and we’ll get told to shut up but that’s not going to stop me from trying.” Squinting thoughtfully and humming as his head bobbed from side to side, a thoughtful pout jutted out his bottom lip as he internally debated song choices. “Depends. What are you in the mood for and who do you know best?” Suddenly, it struck him he didn’t know what she would or wouldn’t know. Yeah, they definitely needed some auditorium time to figure this out. Winging it might be a disaster.

theindieflash.

Sebastian’s night was definitely taking a turn for the better as he slipped his phone into his back pocket. He’d been waiting for his chance to lure Blaine away from gay-face and it seemed like tonight was his lucky night. He’d always believed that Blaine was far too good for the likes of Hummel, and it was only a matter of time before Blaine realised that for himself.

He raised his hand to get the attention of the bar tender, ordering himself another drink and something extra strong for Blaine – he’d need it today if things had been as bad as he’d said – then gave him an extra generous tip on the basis that he wouldn’t allow their glasses to run dry all evening. Then he waited, turning around slightly in his seat and scoping out the rest of the bar, none of them could even compete with the likes of Blaine, he wasn’t sure why he was even wasting his time with them, but he had to find something to occupy his time.

Blaine stared at the last message on his phone before taking a deep breath and tucking it in his back pocket. The clock above the kitchen stove read 10:46. With how awake he was, sleep wasn’t going to be an option and Sebastian offered a means of coping with the quiet in his house by simply not being there. His fist closed around his keys and he left the lights glowing in the empty house fading away in his rearview mirror.

Scandals wasn’t a place he went to often. His first visit didn’t end well. A beer and a mistake he wished he never made had Blaine deciding that bars were probably not his thing. Yet, here he was. Squeezing his cellphone like it was the edge of a security blanket and wandering through the crowd until he saw Sebastian. Waving to get his attention, the former Warbler stepped past the jukebox and bellied up to the bar beside the taller boy. “Sebastian. Hello.” Noticing him right away, the drink Sebastian ordered slid across the bar with a wink from the bartender. Blaine blinked down at it. “Oh, wow. ..Um.. Thanks. That was fast. Did you pay this guy off or what,” he tried to lift his voice and playfully jab at his friend like there wasn’t a single weight on his shoulders.