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ACCIDENTAL AFFECTION

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Finals were starting to feel like an endless hole of stress that Blaine wasn’t sure he was ever going to crawl out of. Books and notes and more notes were strewn across the coffee table. Empty paper coffee cups and several mugs that kept being replaced because he forgot to take his with him into the kitchen were mixed into the mess. Evidence that he was either trying to solve the crime of the century or–at least pass Composition/Music Theory without becoming a nervous wreck. Words on the book he held close to his nose after losing the battle and stretching out on the couch began to blur. The book hit the floor and Blaine Anderson was down for the count.

He barely registered a body snuggling up until he had his legs twisted into Santana’s to pull her close. One arm slid underneath a slender waist while the other wrapped around the top to keep her there. Blaine even hummed quietly against her hair after burying his face into the cool, dark strands that tickled his nose. They stayed like that for who knew how long–Blaine not budging an inch until another tug and wiggle pressed his cheek to the curve of her shoulder. Lashes fluttered, slits of tired hazel peeked up and up went the eyebrows at the unexpectedness of it all. Reaching up–he tucked a lock of hair dangerously close to her eye behind her ear and melted back down letting his eyes close because why not? She was warm and soft and this was beyond comfortable. “Hi,” a scratchy whisper, “You’re way too comfortable..not letting you move. Too late. You’re stuck..” His chest heaved in a content sigh and it was back to half-asleep with most of his weight now pressed against her side. Right where it felt the most comfy.

miss “twenty bucks a bottle” lopez.

Santana’s full lips pulled into a wicked grin as he repeated the nickname. His attitude towards her insults was always so amusing. Sure, if he wanted to, Blaine could yell and argue and make her feel like a horrible person for the way she acted && the things she said. Yet for some reason, he didn’t. He never pushed her or called her out unless completely necessary. She could respect that. “Now that is hurtful! You really think I would put cheap garbage into my body? That’s so freshman year. This stuff costed well over twenty. I’m not made of money, but I have standards.”

What do you do when the first swallow tastes like the bottom of a shoe pulled from a volcano? You swallow another gulp with the sheer prayer that the next round burns the tastebuds out of your mouth and you don’t have to worry. That’s what Blaine did as Santana nearly made him shoot liquor out of his nose at her chiding him that he wasn’t drinking swill but second shelf price tagged liquor. Thanks to divine intervention–he was saved that possibly life scarring event. Fingers steepled against his chest and he pretended to be totally schooled as laughter pinched his eyes almost shut. “Twenty bucks a bottle? I’m so sorry I insulted your taste in,” his nose scrunched as his mouth reminded him of the flavor on a whim of it’s own, “alcohol, Santana. Of course, of course. Nothing but the best for–.” Time for a fish out of water breath or two and a cinch together of his teeth. “You now,” he picked right back up where he left off. “Wow. What is this?” His arm extended the bottle towards her so she could catch up to his two gulps.

that’s not much help.

❝ Okay, could you slow down just a little bit? I don’t understand your
point. It’s all. The insane part doesn’t need to be explain. I guess so, but
since you’re willing to do something about it… how and what exactly you
want to do that? I mean, we only have two options. And we know there’s
one option that you won’t like. ❞

“Sorry–sorry. I’m just trying find an answer and thinking mostly
out loud. You know what option I’m going to pick if the other one
isn’t something I want to do. Problem is? Do you think it’ll work?
Because I’m not so sure. I’m going to be stuck with Option One,
huh? Damn it. We should just get this over with if that’s the case.”

arthur.

“Good to know that I should watch out where I’m getting my coffee, don’t want to become one of those victims. I might be traumatized,” he muttered taking another sip from his cup, the slight smirk resting on his lips still. The blond briefly glanced over at the line again, then glanced back at Blaine, “It’s fine, certainly made my morning marginally more interesting. Although, considering I had to sit through a dull meeting it’s not too hard.” He extended his hand,might as well be polite after all. “Arthur Pendragon.”

“My pleasure, Arthur,” Blaine let go of his hand and returned his fingers to gripping the warmth coming from the side of his cup. “Oh! You’re welcome for the warning, too. Free of charge even. I had to suffer through an entire cup of that–whatever you want to call it because it sure wasn’t coffee to pass on this sage advice. It was awful.” So said the ‘solemn’ nod and tightly pressed together lips of a wounded man who saw the horrors of the bottom of a really bad cup of coffee. “Passing off this knowledge came at a costly price. I’ll never shake the taste from my memory,” he huffed in a breath of cool air before letting it go in a laugh. “And–seriously–if I am holding you up from more meetings just to go war-scarred Coffee Yoda on you? I can let you get back to your business. Dull and boring as you said it was.”

mary jane.

_{❛ are you here for AUDITIONS too? ❜}

“Yes, I am. Second callback, actually. I’m starting to wonder
if they just enjoy torturing people with them. How about you?
Please don’t tell me you’re on round three or four. I’m hoping
that this one will be the last and they’ll make up their minds.”

meme continuation. @samevvns

sam.

TEXT MESSAGE TO: BLAINE
sam: hey you awake?
sam: i can’t sleep and i feel like my brain’s gonna melt out thru my ears
sam: can you come read fanfic to me again?
sam: i don’t mind if it’s the dude-on-dude stuff

( mssg » partner in crime | sent ) Yeah. I’m awake. The real question is: why are you awake?

( mssg » partner in crime | sent ) You okay? Why’s your brain melting?
( mssg » partner in crime | sent ) Aw. Sam. All you have to do is ask. I’ll grab the laptop and be on my way.

Give me like thirty minutes and I’ll be there.
( mssg » partner in crime | sent ) I’ll try to leave out the dude-on-dude stuff but like I said last time? Those are the best ones. 😛

arthur.

The blond stared down at his cup, and was tempted to just toss it. Probably head home, and make his own– it’d be better quality. But then he’d be late, and that’s just a headache he doesn’t want to deal with. He glanced over at the stand the other indicated, and scoffed a little. “It’s a wonder they’re still in business, but I suppose if you’re desperate for your caffeine fix, almost anything will do.” There’s a pause, and a slight quirk to his lips. “It almost sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

“It’s New York City so I think they have a never ending chain of unsuspecting victims lining up daily not knowing that they’re about to have the worst cup of coffee and grinds they’ve ever had,” Blaine’s nose scrunched and his entire back squirmed in a shudder that wiggled up his spine. “You’re right. When you really need the caffeine? I guess it doesn’t matter where you’re getting it from as long as you’re getting it.” Laughing softly–he shoved his bottom lip against his upper in a ‘what do you do’ lopsided smirk. “Unfortunately? I am,” a sympathetic, pitiful look over the crowd waiting for their orders stopped when it reached Arthur. “Sorry for rambling,” he smiled sheepishly, “I’m Blaine.”

arthur.

‘truthfully, i suppose it’s not that horrible, certainly different from what i’m use to.’

arthur shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee, grimacing a little at the flavor, but it was passable.

‘things could be more boring after all.’

“You’re lucky. You were two stands away from disaster,” Blaine tipped his coffee cup in the direction of an unassuming coffee stand that was oh-so-deceptively blended with the others. “I’m pretty sure the stuff they use met it’s expiry date three years ago and they burn the milk until I don’t think it counts as milk anymore. Best Cup Of Coffee in New York City? Total lie.”

hartley.

^{❛ For you, anytime. ❜ And it ( PROBABLY) wasn’t an exaggeration. ❛ I know how… distasteful spurned lovers can be. ❜}

Anytime? Was it him or? –Nah..– “Lover. Oh! Nooo. Not quite. Spurned roommate with a flair for the dramatic. Even worse if you knew her. Trust me? Dramatic gets a new definition once you cross paths with an in-the-middle of a Valentine’s Day meltdown Rachel.”

music note! because your music is always fantastic!

SEND ME A ♬ AND A NUMBER BETWEEN 1-10 AND I’LL PUT MY ITUNES ON SHUFFLE AND SKIP TO THAT NUMBER AND WRITE A STARTER WITH MY FAVORITE LYRIC FROM THAT SONG.
dice roll to determine song: (2) (AWWW THANK YOU!)
song: good life by one republic @nothavepowers

Blaine wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting in the same spot in the cafe. Or how long it’d been since he actually moved. His mind was wandering off to a million different places. That and the people milling about outside were very interesting to watch as they went by. A noise and the appearance of a woman at the table he’d been hogging drew a pair of hazel eyes laced with thin veins of crimson–half lidded and twinkling away from his window watching. He blushed embarrassed that he didn’t tune into her sooner and nodded. Then got the most puzzled look on his face. Like she said something that just blew him away when it was his own inner voice that managed to. Spouted out was the very topic at hand–to himself and now her.

“Sometimes there’s airplanes I can’t jump out.
Sometimes there’s bullshit that don’t work now.
We all got our stories but please tell me.
What there is to complain about?”

Shoulders lifted in a lazy shrug and he shook his head like he couldn’t even imagine how someone could be down on such a beautiful day–a beautiful life even. Between the elbows he had cocked on the tabletop were the homemade plastic wrappers of the reason why he was being so damn philosophical to a perfect stranger. Their handmade labels boasting some “organic shop” from someplace in Greenwich Village. The foodie apparently hit hippy gold today. Oops.

ACCIDENTAL AFFECTION send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch @devilinarcddress

ACCIDENTAL AFFECTION

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch @devilinarcddress