Tag: v: to be determined

carson.

The young man was clearly well on his way to drunk- something Carson could relate to- and utterly adorable in the way he moved and looked around, and… oh, his smile! Carson felt his heart skip a beat, the hopeless romantic in him completely charmed as he was given a name.

Blaine… A unique name for a captivating man. Carson had always felt like a name could tell a lot about a person… especially how they gave it. And with Blaine, it was simple; his first name, a cute chuckle, a stunning, toothy grin.

Carson couldn’t help but smile back, Blaine’s smile infectious. He was glad he wasn’t being immediately brushed off.. that was certainly a change. “Mmm, sounds good to me,” Carson agreed cheerily, his heart skipping a beat and a giddy feeling rising in him as Blaine leaned closer, Carson doing the same out of sheer reaction.

What Blaine said made Carson giggle, his hand flying up to cover his mouth shyly, green eyes shining with amusement, wavering a bit where he stood. He felt warm… and lightheaded, and he really wanted to just-

… oh look, he was doing it. Carson wasn’t sure when, but his hand was somehow already reaching out, touching Blaine’s arm. “We should…. we should get more to drink,” he insisted, oh so tempted to ask Blaine to dance…

But he’d seen Blaine dance, he was really good, and Carson had never danced with anyone before. Or in front of anyone.

Carson agreeing to another drink was all the go ahead he needed to cover the top of Carson’s hand until his fingers touched the inside of his palm.  Blaine gently held it there through the shift of their position as he laced their arms together hooking them at the inside creases of their elbows.  “Great!  Let’s go!”

Twice on the short walk to the bar, he had to stop himself from being lured back out onto the dancefloor nearly dragging Carson for the ride whether he wanted to or not.  Alcohol induced short attention span?  Blaine Anderson could have that in spades after a few shots.   

–Hey!  It was a good song!–

“So, Carson, are you enjoying your New Year’s Eve?”  Once Blaine brought them to a stop at the “good” bar, he slid his arm out from Carson’s  and waved to get the very buzzed bartender’s attention. 

They were given a big, toothy grin and a ‘one second’ finger held high.

Blaine nodded and relaxed back against the counter, catching his own case of the bartenders huge, goofy smile.  He was able to keep still for about ten seconds before his one foot tapped to the beat.  “I promise I’m not trying to be creepy or anything,” he frowned thoughtfully like he was measuring the level of creepiness of what he was going to say before he said it and looked back up at Carson once he was done, “but after we get our drinks?”

“I’m thinking my feet need to be on the dancefloor before the year ends.  Because–yep.”  That was it.  That was the reason.  ‘Because–Yep’.  Puffy cheeks let go a big breath, “Do you want to come along?”

i first kissed this guy and he liked it?

[ mssg: cafe guy ] It’s fine, it was nice.there will be a horror movie of lips running away, and devouring people.
[ mssg: cafe guy ] Food’s a really nice subject.
[ mssg: cafe guy ] Um… I think the Village? I still don’t really know this place well. :c And I don’t want to get lost, then come back late for work. But I’m always late, so that’s not new.

( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Ok.  That is up there with the tire rolling around and murdering people.  Thank you, though. I’m glad I didn’t scar you for life.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) The Village!  I can work with the Village!
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Minetta Tavern sound good?  It’s on MacDougal St.  I can be there in about thirty minutes?

awkward.

     Iris would have liked it there, she probably would have
dragged him to go ice skating. He was horrible at it, even
before he got all tall, and lanky. While Iris was basically
graceful at it. But he did enjoy snowball fights, making snow
angels, and snowmen. So while he did complain a little about
the cold weather, in the end he does enjoy it. There’s someone
he’d like to share that with, but Barry knows that chance was
never going to happen. 

     It’s probably why he both enjoys the winter, and dislikes
it. As he played with his phone, glancing over a text from an
unknown number. Although even without knowing the number,
Barry knew who it was from. Wrinkling his nose, he was contemplating
about responding or not. Barry knows the right answer would
be to ignore it, considering the fact the he was an assistant CSI,
and the other was– completely on the other side of the law. There
are so many reasons why it would be a bad idea, yet as he pursed
his lips the text was still on the screen. He was about to text back–
when a hand covered his phone. 

       “What–” Barry was surprised turned into shock when a pair
of soft lips touched his own. It was a guy, shorter than him, someone
he’s never seen before. Cute too. Like really cute. And for his first
kiss from a guy too, not exactly how he pictured it or who he pictured
it with. 

        It had been short, and sweet– not the worst case of mistaken
identity, right? “Um-!  That’s sweet and all but,” he laughed nervously,
rubbing the back of his neck a little. “I think you got the wrong guy–”

     Both hands reached to clasp Barry’s shoulders and paused just
short of landing shifting mid-swing to cup either side of the taller
man’s jawline. Gently curling his fingers in a feathery caress, Blaine’s
mouth twisted into a playful grin as hazel eyes shot him a
squinty-eyed glare.  “Sure.  The wrong Sebastian. I mean, of course I
did.  Picked the mirror image of the most gorgeous guy on the planet.
I think the world wouldn’t be able to handle two of you existing in it.
I know my heart couldn’t.”

“You’re cute though.  Real cute.  I might even let you stick around for
lunch.”  The bags hanging from the crook of Blaine’s arm bounced off
his hip reminding him that inside of them were several gifts he picked
up for Sebastian as an after Christmas surprise.  One that wasn’t really
a surprise seeing as how he mentioned he was going shopping.  Then
acted far too sweet aka guilty as he snuck out the door refusing to let
his boyfriend join him.  Still?  Curious or not?  What Sebastian was doing
right now was not playing fair.  Those tricks might work other days
depending on the circumstance?  Today, he was going to be called out.

“But after that?  You’re going home and leaving me to finish in peace.
Or I technically do have the receipts,” his nose scrunched in a mock
snottily chiding expression, “and could take all this back if you don’t
behave.”

Dropping the scrunchy face, Blaine shot Barry a beaming smile not
pausing to even let the bewildered looking guy talk until he was done
and carding his fingers through Barry’s trying to give him a forward tug in
time with a backwards step.  “What’s with the look, Seb?  Did you expect
me to go along with this or…?”  Why so confused?  Was he expecting to
be let off the hook?  Nope.  Not today.

texting – not sebastian.

[ mssg: cafe guy ] Like I said, it’s fine, I mean it’d be kinda weird if your lips went off on their own all the time. Can you picture lips just racing away? lol For my first kiss from a guy at least it wasn’t some you know, creeper???? Or I don’t know– but food!
[ mssg: cafe guy ]  food, and I have a very good relationships, that’s probably why.
[ mssg: cafe guy ] There’s a Mexican place, Chinese, and I think pizza near by.

( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) That was your first kiss from a guy?  Oh wow that did nothing to make me feel any less guilty.  Oh God. Really?  
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Food!  Food is a much better subject.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Ok.  Uh.  😀  That does little to narrow it down.  Are you in Manhattan?  The Village?  Like..where is it convenient to meet?

someone’s had a couple too many.

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                   ‘Blaine. Blainers. My Rage, gay superhero.
                    With cute superhero ass. Need your help.
                    I plan. On completely. Erasing tonight off 
                    of my head. Off of.’ He snorts, hanging on
                    to Blaine’s shoulder. Problem: In order to 
                    accomplish that. Need more five tequila
                    ─ things….. At least. ‘ A pause. ‘Annoying, 
                    pretty-cocked bartender cut’m off. Should 
                    go get ’em for me.’

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    “Uh–Sebastian!  Hey, hi..woah, buddy!”
     Someone was six sheets to the wind and
     it wasn’t him. One arm wrapped around
     Sebastian’s waist to help him stay upright.
     No way was Blaine going to pull his drunk
     behind up off the floor.  Awkwardly patting
     Sebastian’s chest, he swung them away
     from the direction of the bar and bowed his
     head in a solemn nod.  “Huh…  I think he
     cut you off cause it was last call about ten
     minutes ago.  Why don’t you let me get
     home.  We could get coffee on the way?
     That sounds better?  Yeah?”

          Superhero ass?  What defines a superhero ass?
          Some things are better left untouched.
          Figuratively and literally.

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Tonight was the first night that Blaine agreed to go out/out.  His nerves were already thin from dealing with the visit and weren’t really up for running into anyone they knew just yet.  Small towns.  Word travels fast and his phone was already blowing up with messages to meet up from people he knew weren’t completely thrilled him and Sebastian together.  Rachel proved that on the first dinner date. In Lima, they were at square one. Awkward smiles and weird pleasantries until they figured out this relationship was the best thing for him in a long time. If they refused to trust Sebastian?  They needed to trust him.  If they were going to stay in town for long? Avoidance wasn’t going to work.  Stir craziness was kicking in. Sebastian’s rationale that they needed to get out?  Spot on.  Scandals it was..

Flash forward past the part where Blaine decided that he needed to stop worrying over something that he was blowing out of proportion and here they were here several drinks in–dancing!  Sebastian’s hand was on his hip and Blaine couldn’t resist the urge to spin around with a devilish grin as he brushed his hips up against him.  They both moved semi-drunkenly to a random song he didn’t know the lyrics of but it had a great beat. A navy blue dotted bowtie dangled from his neck having been pulled loose about thirty minutes –and two drinks– ago. Laughter at a whisper beside his ear lit up his eyes as he looked back to the bar wondering if the line died down enough that they could go for round – three?  four?  Hold on..  

Wasn’t he in New York?

Kurt.   Like gravity pulled his attention to where his ex stood. Blaine’s heart skipped, his smile slipped but then returned with a minor flinch. Sebastian’s hand gripping his hip tighter hinted that he noticed why. A deep breath got him through that oh-so-familiar shade of blue greeting him back.  Blaine lowered Sebastian’s hand from his hip after a squeeze and turned to give him a kiss on his cheek.  Not for show, but to reassure him he was fine.  Blaine’s heels touched down on the dancefloor–he needed to say hello at the very least.  His hand lifted in a curt wave as he approached, teeth and the tip of his tongue worrying the edge of his lip before he smiled a-little-too-brilliantly.  “H-Hey!  Kurt!”   What now?  Hug him?  Wave again?  Stand there like a daft moron and offer him a handshake?  Blaine went through all the motions.  From a hand stuck out, to a wanna-be reach of arms that ended up being this weird back pat combination-thing. That did not work out the way he imagined. “How are you?”

text – remy.

( mssg » Blaine| sent ) Now you’re laying on the flattery. Thank you though. It’s nice to think someone appreciates what I can do. 
( mssg » Blaine| sent ) Nice save Anderson. 
( mssg » Blaine| sent ) Totally. I’ll leave the door open for you. And I’ll set up a few blank canvas so we can have some fun. 

( mssg » remy | sent ) It’s not flattery when it’s the truth but you’re welcome.
( mssg » remy | sent ) No it wasn’t but I appreciate you lying to make me feel better.
( mssg » remy | sent ) Can I bring you anything as a thanks?  Coffee?  Food? I’ll meet you there in about an hour.

text – remy.

( mssg » Blaine| sent )  you’re seriously asking for my advice? Consider me flattered. Utterly. 
( mssg » Blaine| sent ) Of course I’ll help you. Far be it from me to turn a hot boy down when he’s in trouble. 
( mssg » Blaine| sent ) Besides, I love watercolors.  Seriously, anything I can do to help. 

( mssg » remy | sent ) Why wouldn’t I?  You’re really good at what you do.  I wish I had half the talent when it comes to painting that you have in one of your little fingers.
( mssg » remy | sent ) I..ah..thanks?  No!  I didn’t mean that how it sounded.  Seriously? Thanks!  🙂
( mssg » remy | sent ) Great!  I’ll come by the loft later tonight after class?  You’re amazing for agreeing to do this. 

@secretivesmythe

( mssg » remy | sent ) I know this is /really/ out of the blue but I was hoping I could ask you for a huge favor.
( mssg » remy | sent ) I’m taking an art class and for the life of me –and my grade– watercolors and I refuse to get along with each other.
( mssg » remy | sent ) I know how talented you are and thought you might be able to give me some pointers?  I’d owe you big time.  Whenever you have the chance, I would /so/ appreciate it if you could. Thank you.

carson.

Carson still couldn’t believe someone had actually invited him to a party. One of the students he tutored at the library found out he had no plans for New Year’s Eve, and had insisted he attend. It was actually the first party he’d ever been invited to… Then again, this was the first place he’d lived where everyone didn’t know he was a sad little orphan boy raised by the church, so he supposed it made a bit more sense.

However… when he saw him there… the boy with the amazing voice he’d seen perform on the streets in front of the library…

He knew he was doomed. He’d already had several drinks pushed on him, and having never been one to drink more than half a glass of wine over dinner, he was easily susceptible to his stupid crush. He didn’t even know the boy’s name, or anything about him, really.

All he knew was that he was beautiful, and his singing? Took Carson’s breath away. Despite having been with a group of other talented people, Carson hadn’t been able to take his eyes off him the whole time. Carson was never one to “make a move”, so he’d just stood there by the doorway of the library, admiring from afar.

Now though… Now he had alcohol in his system, numbing his nerves and pushing him to go right up, and-

“Hi, I’m Carson,” he greeted with a little smile, drink still in hand. “I um, I’ve heard you sing before. Y-you’re… you’re beautiful,” he said, cheeks tinted slightly before his eyes widened. “You’re singing, I mean! I, uh…” Smooth, Carson. Smooth.

     Blaine was having the time of his life.  After breaking out into another impromptu performance in front of the library to kick off the night.  He rode the high of performing all the way to the GREATEST PARTY EVER.  Drink in hand and ear to ear grin, Blaine danced from friend to friend stopping beside one Santana Lopez to bump booties before boogying down the line.  Rachel next.  A buzz this strong?  No one was exempt of booty bumps. NO ONE.

Coming to a stumbling stop when he realized he was alone, Blaine rubbed the back of his neck as he spun in a half circle trying to locate a familiar face.

How’d they disappear so fast?  A frowning pout with a bottom lip full on quiver tugged into a —well..now i’m lost but who cares..i was abandoned– shrug.  Swaying backwards taking another sip, Blaine over corrected himself and rocked too far forward.  The wall he braced himself on was thankfully within reach so he didn’t look a total fool.  Totally meant to do that was the innocent, doe-eyed look on his face as he looked left, right.  

Good.  Good.  No one seemed to notice, he cluelessly thought.  Seeing as how someone was watching him.

Blaine’s gaze rose to greet his admirer over the brim of his cup.  Dark eyebrows shot up and heat spread over his cheeks but, somehow, seemed to make his eyes light up along with it. Beautiful?  He called me..beautiful?  Smiling shyly, he didn’t make any attempt to not allow Carson to ‘correct’ himself.  It’d save them both embarrassment.  Blaine in his being totally surprised by such a bold statement from a total stranger and Carson for giving it.  “Blaine..” Could his eyes pinch together any tighter in the smiling chuckle that followed?  “Uhm..thanks. Thank you.  That was really sweet…”  Awkward but salvageable!

Change of topic helps!  “Hey!  My glass is empty. Want to join me for a refill?”  He leaned in, cupping his hand against his mouth and warily staring at the nearby like he was sharing the BIGGEST secret on Earth.  “I hear the bartender in the back has been drinking his own supply and his drinks are better. Don’t tell anyone.  We don’t need him cut off.” A joke.  Just to prove he wasn’t going to let Carson or himself stand there being awkward thanks to a slip of the lips.

@dontcallmekenzie