“I have to try harder? Why is coaxing Rachel off another ledge suddenly only my responsibility? If I remember correctly, it was your girlfriend’s fault! She’s not listening to me. Maybe she’ll listen to you. If I go in there AGAIN, she’s going to kill me with her lazerbeam eyes because I ‘didn’t stand up for her enough’. You’re the neutral party. I think it’s your turn!”
“P.S.! Don’t try the chocolate. She threw it at my face.”
The moment that Blaine said something about ‘being right back’, Kurt couldn’t help but laugh soundly at that. What could he have thought about now, more than to come up with that awesome idea for a blanket fort right in the middle of their apartment? With Rachel and Sam gone, space was something that now had to spare, and of course, for spur of the moment things, like a blanket fort.
A bit bummed about the idea of not being able to see his dad for the holidays, Blaine had came up with an idea to cheer him; and as his fiancè placed that strand of lights on his head, he knew he had an amazing idea. “Oh my… I now decree that one Blaine Anderson will be banned to use clothes whilst inside the apartment henceforth” he said, sounding almost like the Queen, accent and all, then he giggled and put his arms around him. “It’s not childish at all. It was an amazing idea.” He smiled and shook his head. “Sometimes I just can’t believe how good you are to me. How easily you make me smile.”
“Do you,” he volleyed back to the imp, also known as his fiance’, that was stretched out beside him. He tried to pull off a suspicious glare and was unable to get rid of the smile to fully pull it off. Blaine huffed and removed the strand of lights from the top of His Highnesses head and scooted into the arms that wrapped around him knowing by instinct where to fit exactly along Kurt’s frame without having to look. Busying himself during the tug with making a floppy circle pinched together at the middle feeling Kurt settling in close, he chewed on his bottom lip in concentration.
“Ah-ha!” Kurt received such a sly grin as he held a mock halo above his head. “That, Kurt,” their eyes met and he felt his heart beat faster–it always did when that reconnection was made no matter how many times, looking back always felt like this–, “is because I like making you smile. I’m pretty sure it’s my favorite thing.” Er?–He thought about what he said and corrected himself with a devil’s twinkle to his eyes that made his implication no mystery, “Second favorite thing to do with you.” Letting Kurt keep him firmly in place, Blaine flicked his halo. “Back to business. Your Highness has been trumped by Heavenly decree that if he wants me to be without clothes? His Majesty’s going to have to remove them. Followed by his own. Or on they shall stay.” As soon as he made the demand backed up with an ‘I’m waiting on you’ smirk and kissed Kurt’s nose? He cracked up hard. The halo fell and was forgotten. Not his point though! No way. If he was going to be naked? He wasn’t going to be the only one.
‘WHAT. Howsthis fair?’ Sebastian frowned. Not at all amused with the news that the bar was closing. He frowned at Blaine, though he liked the arm around his waist, so he didn’t object to it, right then. He was still confused as Blaine spoke again, though he hummed then. ‘Gonna take me home, Blainers?? ’ He asked, in a pleased humming tone. ‘’ll go home w’you, Blainers. No. No coffee. Say it with me, Killer. Tequila. Little
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cups. Things.
Tequila. No coffee.’ He repeated, to make sure he was being understood. He chuckled softly. ‘-Too small to be carryng me, killer.’ He tried to get his face on Blaine’s neck, but the bending made him feel nauseous so he gave it up. ‘Your like. The bEST. Gay. Hero. Killer. Way, best. Better. Best.’ Frown. ‘Than Rage.’
“How bout Tequil-a-no and coffee-a-yes?” He grinned at his joke? and then grunted trying to support the brunt of Sebastian’s sloppy self. The drunkard wasn’t heavy but his height and swaying? Made the need for fancy footwork to keep him upright. “Yes, I’ll take you home. No– it isn’t what you’re thinking. If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking. Or will,” he bunched up his nose and gave Seb a ‘you didn’t follow much of that’ glance. He laughed as they staggered into fresh air. “Now–now you get how awkward this is! After we get past the crowd! Let’s try to make it to the sidewalk? And-that’s-my-neck!!”Sebastian’s nuzzling was another off-kilter throw to their weight balance. Blaine miraculously recovered and turtlenecked to ease away from Sebastian’s breath on his skin and pouted thinking the broken words over. “Best, gay and hero I get but–Rage? You mean Rachel? You’re losing me, buddy.” Where was the cab usually parked near the door? They could use it now!
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?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) // It’s no big deal, baby boo. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) // I’m all good on the ice front but your company might just be exactly what I need. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) // I’ve said is before and i’ll say it again – you should totally come with me. You’d look hella cute in disco pants, boo.
( mssg » dani | sent ) I can bring my company right to your doorstep. Easy enough! You sure you don’t need anything else? Junk food makes everything hurt less. ( mssg » dani | sent ) Go derbying? I think I’d rather face a bunch of guys in a skating apocalypse than the women I’ve seen you go up against. They’re vicious. Nooo thank you. ( mssg » dani | sent ) I have pictures of my disco pants phase. I’m saying phase but I think I’ll ever /not/ have an affinity for disco pants. That would be /never/. One day when I get the nerve? I’ll show them to you and you can be the judge of that yourself.
( mssg » dani | sent ) I heard through Kurt that you hurt your ankle in last night’s derby? ( mssg » dani | sent ) Please let me know if there’s anything you need. No classes today and I could stop by with whatever you need. ( mssg » dani | sent ) PS. Have I ever told you how cool it is that you do roller derby to begin with? Because strapping roller skates on and going Mad Max makes you one of the coolest girls I know. Just don’t get hurt the next time. Okay?
Blaine stepped off the stage after his last number for the evening, grinning happily from ear to ear. After being pulled aside by several attendees on his way down the steps, he began mingling through the crowd thanking the event attendees. Especially the ones June pointed out that donated the most. Or were people he had to talk to. “I know that June just finished making rounds to thank everyone who attended tonight,” he smiled up at the well-dressed man as he approached offering him his hand, “But I wanted to personally say thanks for being so generous. You’ve really helped make a difference to a cause that means a lot to her and I.”
There would be no hiding. A thunderstorm was normally just a fear. Something to get nervous about then sleep through instead. Of course the first storm since moving in with Blaine Anderson had to be different. This was one for the ages. The windows seemed to SCREAM with each movement. The winds that blew past the house felt like they were seeping in through invisible walls. In the head of Santana Lopez, the storm was EVERYWHERE.
Nine times out of ten the Latina female would easily DRINK herself to sleep, and forget the weather till the sun returned to the sky. Now more than ever she prayed for a sleepiness to take over. Who knew how long she’d been sitting there, a small curled up mass of goosebumps and jitters. If she saw another going through such a thing, she may call out words like, pathetic, or stupid. The thunder and lightning wont do a thing. Sadly a phobia is a phobia. There’s just no changing it. Even when you have the pride of the king of the jungle.
Probably the only thing to shock her more than the rattling sound coming from each outing of the home, was the feeling of another’s presence coming up behind her. A part of her would of KILLED to get that bottle back, but the warm comfort radiating from the male himself, felt somehow— BETTER. Her delicate, and still shaking arms lifted slowly, leading her fingers to grip Blaine’s shirt. “No…” She attempted to deny. As luck would have it another boom of thunder crashed her thoughts, making her nearly jump off of the other. Thanks to their position though, she didn’t go anywhere. “Fine— just, shut up.” The female shook her head. This was so damn sad, pathetic, STUPID. How could she feel so much fear and intimidation from light and sound. Two things that science wouldn’t do without. Maybe she was disappointing in how weak she felt in the moment. Or maybe it was the strange happiness she let herself feel coming from being in her friends lap. Knowing somebody cared, of course that should feel nice, but her PRIDE would never let her enjoy it.
“Shh, Santana,” he felt her jump so hard that it made him jerk underneath but his arms around her shoulders refused to let go. Seeing her petrified made his heart want to reach out to her. Erase the source of it and make sure it never touched her again. Problem with strong people? They weren’t unsusceptible to weaknesses. The worst part of being unbreakable was that the things that could break you? Had to you harder than they hit anyone else. They struck with deathblows against a person’s willpower to not let it show. Until they couldn’t hold back or stop it. No amount of fake anger would cover it up. No amount of lying to yourself that it didn’t hurt or rattle you worked. You only crashed and burned.
Imagining Santana Lopez afraid of her thoughts, of parts of herself, was one thing. Her being afraid of any amount of thunder and lightning, wind and rain wasn’t something he could picture until tonight. Not that he thought it was STUPID or childish like she did. Who was he to judge what people were afraid of? Everyone has their weaknesses. Even him. Random as some of them are. They weren’t something to judge a person about. Or hold over their head. She wouldn’t find any of that from him. He barely even mentioned anything about their situation unless she was the one to comment on it.
Blaine only hung onto her tighter. Through his jump, through her battle with being seen as weak –never weak, he’d never see her as weak–. “Shut up? Can do,” he clamped his mouth shut to prove he was listening. Deeply sighing, he rubbed her shoulders and leaned back. Far enough that she wouldn’t lose her grip on his shirt if she needed something to hang onto but allowed him room enough to push a lock of her hair behind her ear. Not making a peep, Blaine nodded in patient understanding. His face and gentle stroke through her hair said everything he didn’t. –I’m here. I understand. This is just between you and me. No one needs to know you were afraid. I wouldn’t tell a soul.– Squeezing her back in close again, Blaine hooked his chin over the bend of her neck but kept his gaze at an upward angle watching her without making it obvious. She’d be okay. The storm would pass. Til the last clap of thunder? She had him.
Santana STARED as he went by. Of course he wanted a glass, or escape. She watched tentatively. Yet nothing went forward. How irritating for him to keep her WAITING. Those dark hues watched until he came back around. He had his glass, and the bottle, what more did he want? “Grab your glass, Netflix & Chill, then come sit down and drink with me. BRING the bottle with.” Her last sentence rang out as she twirled her empty cup in front of his gaze.
Five seconds to find his bearings after they were thrown off a la Santana Lopez playing dirty. Blaine stared at the soda bottle sitting in the fridge mocking him because where it got to sit in there cool as a cucumber? He was anything but. How’d it get so hot in here? This He was ridiculous. Bottles hooked under his arm, shot glass in one hand and remote in the other, Blaine appeared back in the room. Totally put back together after realizing his ridiculousness hit rock bottom when he was jealous over a soda bottle’s luck. “I’m chill. You chill. Miss Devil Stare of Death. What’d I do?” Setting everything down and freeing his hands up he bounced down beside her and bent forward. Hers and his shot glasses were filled to the brim with a not so steady hand. “One for you, one for me.. Bottom’s up.” Here they go!
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