Hi there, I'm Blaine Anderson! I'm seventeen years old and I live on the upper East Side with my hilarious brother and lovely sister. I attend Melgrove Preparatory School. Bowties, hair gel, and pop music are necessities of life.
Really? What's been going on with you?Ā
And yeah, I don't know. You know how I was having that fight with my family before? Well I came home, but now it's like I don't even belong there. I don't belong anywhere and it just kind of sucks.
General Notes: Kurt calls Blaine for comfort. TRIGGER WARNING: self harm, talk of depression, talk of a death.Ā
Kurt Hummel
Kurt nodded. āIām sure.ā He giggled softly at Blaine quickly grabbing a piece of cookie dough and eating it before sticking out his tongue. Kurt stuck his tongue out back, running his hand along Blaineās cheek. āOne of my favorite memories of her was her perfume, as silly as it might sound. She always smelled amazing. She used one perfume and her bottle is one of my Christmas ornaments, actually. I always loved the way she smelled. After she died, my dad started moving one of her old dressers to the attic for storage and her perfume bottle was in one of the drawers. It busted and I was upset at first, but whenever I was sad or thinking about her, I would go up to the attic and just sit and.. smell. It was nice.ā Kurt shrugged, a light pink blush spreading across his nose and cheeks.
"I know. Itās awful." Kurt teased. "But I promise itās completely worth it for the cookies." Kurt winked, snuggling closer to Blaine as the other boy kissed his head. "You do. You make me happy. You do make things better. If Iām upset, all I have to do is think of you or talk to you.. and I smile. You make me smile. You make me so happy."
Blaine Anderson
Blaine smiled, feeling something sad and warm tug at his chest when Kurt spoke. He had nothing but love and sympathy for the boyāā how could something as awful as losing your mother happen to someone as good as Kurt? But there was also...jealousy there, too. Kurt had a real relationship with his mother, real memories that made him happy to think about. Blaine didn't let those thoughts cloud his mind for long, though. "That's beautiful, Kurt." He said softly, taking Kurt's hands in his own. "She must have been an amazing woman. I can tell, just from that. And she'd be... so proud of you." Blaine squeezed his hands tightly.
"Good," Blaine said decidedly, reaching up to kiss Kurt on the lips, "because you make me happy too, and it would be totally unfair if it didn't go both ways." He wrapped his arms around Kurt and hugged him deeply, just taking in the feeling of Kurt in his arms. That is, until the timer on the oven started to ring. "Are they done? Can we have them now?" Blaine asked excitedly, pulling away. Ā
Stop playing the victim Blaine, youāre impossible to work with. We give you too much attention and ask for you to come home, you get sad, we donāt give you enough attention, you complain. Iām sorryĀ for having things to do. Thatās fine though, Iāll drop everything to sit and watch a lame movie with you. What movie do you wan to watch, Blaine? Do you want to braid my hair while youāre at it? Oh, I know, we can make pop tarts and talk about boys. Fuck, who needs further education when your brother wants attention.
General Notes: Kurt calls Blaine for comfort. TRIGGER WARNING: self harm, talk of depression, talk of a death.Ā
Kurt Hummel
Kurt hummed softly, deep in thought as he mixed the cookie batter together. āI havenāt, have I? Well.. you can ask me anything that you want to know. Talking about her is nice, sometimes. Just to be able to reminisce and look back on all the good times we had together.ā Kurt explained, taking the chocolate chips and dumping some into the batter, mixing them in before creating the small balls, placing them on the prepared cookie sheet. He slid the cookie sheet into the oven, turning around to face Blaine, wrapping his arms around Blaineās waist.
"Itās a pretty simple recipe. They take about twenty minutes to fully bake and then we can enjoy fresh chocolate chip cookies." Kurt said softly, laying his head against Blaineās shoulder, inhaling the scent of his boyfriend. "I love you so much. I love you more than you know. This, just.. thank you. Thank you for everything."
Blaine Anderson
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked quietly, watching Kurt mix together the dough. He wanted to know, partly to satisfy his own curiosity, but also because he genuinely thought it would help Kurt feel better. "Well, what was she like?" Blaine plucked a piece of cookie dough out of the bowl before Kurt shaped them into balls, eating it contently and sticking his tongue out at Kurt.
"Twenty whole minutes?" Blaine said, exasperated, with a pout. "That's so long." He giggled, silencing as Kurt leaned up against him, as Kurt began to speak again. "I love you too." Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's head. "I know I can't fix everything, but... I want to at least make things better."Ā
Tagging: Rachel Berry & Blaine Anderson
Setting: Callbacks
Time Frame: Wednesday evening, March 4th
General Notes: Rachel is preparing for her first performance, and Blaine is right by her side to help her.
Rachel Berry
Rachel picked up the flowers once more before sitting down, and she exhaled a sigh, nodding her head. āYeah, youāre right,ā She looked up at Blaine with wide, teary eyes. āI donāt know why Iām nervous. I donāt get nervous, but I.. just donāt want to let anyone down. You, the crowd, myself. Itās all so - I donāt know.ā She sighed, biting her lip and taking a deep breath, trying to focus on that. āItās intimidating. Everyone I love is out there, you know? I just want to impress them.ā She leaned into the flowers in order to smell them, unable to keep herself from smiling at that. āThank you for the flowers, B. Theyāre stunning. And I - are you ready to sing with me? Iām really excited. I think thatāll be the number the crowd eats up.ā
Blaine Anderson
"You won't let anyone down. I promise." Blaine shifted, looking at Rachel with big, sympathetic eyes. "Listen to me, okay? You are a star. You are amazing. You are going to blow everyone away with your voice and your stage presence tonight. And even if you didn't, no one would be disappointed. Like you said, everyone you love is out there. No matter what, those people will still love you." Blaine leaned over and hugged Rachel again, hoping that his words at least lessened her nerves. "You're very welcome. And of course I am, we rehearsed for hours on this song. I think it'll be great too, but not better than the rest of the show. Either way, it'll be fun." Blaine finished with a smile, raising his shoulders in excitement.
All Iām doing is focusing on my education. Iām not the one making his sisterās good study habits about him. Of course I want you here, and you being here means more to me than anything but you canāt honestly expect me to sit with you all day and talk about how proud I am of you, I have my own life and things I need to be getting on with and right now this competition is one of them. What the hell? I care more about everyone than myself, and not even you can say any different.
I'm not asking you to do that! And I'm not making your study habits about me. I'm just so alone in this house and no one notices andāā you know what, forget it. Just forget it.
Tagging: Rachel Berry & Blaine Anderson
Setting: Callbacks
Time Frame: Wednesday evening, March 4th
General Notes: Rachel is preparing for her first performance, and Blaine is right by her side to help her.
Rachel Berry
As soon as Rachel saw Blaine, she couldnāt help the small smile that appeared over her worried frown. She took the flowers from him and held them close, nodding her head. āIām fine, Iām fine, itās just - what if they donāt like me?ā She asked, her voice shaking. āI mean, usually people think Iām good, but what if this crowd boos me? What if they throw tomatoes, or something?ā She stood up and placed her flowers on her chair before she started to pace back and forth around the room, taking deep breaths. āThis shouldnāt be going through my mind right now, but it is, and I have no idea why itās not going away. Oh, god, Blaine.ā She brought her hand up to her neck, closing her eyes as she paced.
Blaine Anderson
"Hey, Rachel, hey." Blaine said, grabbing Rachel by her shoulders. "Stop it. Okay? You're okay." Blaine pulled Rachel into a hug, rubbing her back gently before pulling away and letting out a small laugh. "You're nervous. I'd never thought I'd see that. But hey, that's okayāā you're allowed to be nervous. Why don't you sit down for a minute and calm down?" Leaning her to the chair, Blaine leaned up against the counter close by. "You're amazing, Rachel. Seriously. You are the most talented person I know, and you were born to perform. No one is going to throw tomatoes at you." Blaine laughed, thinking about how ridiculous that sounded.Ā
General Notes: Kurt calls Blaine for comfort. TRIGGER WARNING: self harm, talk of depression, talk of a death.Ā
Kurt Hummel
Kurt took Blaineās hand, smiling softly as Blaine pulled him up from his sitting position on the bed. He let out a happy sigh, walking into the kitchen with Blaine, biting his lip. āI.. I have this really good recipe that my mom used to make me all the time. She taught me, actually. Every big holiday like Thanksgiving or Christmas sheād make me the best homemade chocolate chip cookies.ā Kurt took out a few ingredients, turning to Blaine. āCould you please get me the chocolate chips? Theyāre in the cabinet by the fridge.ā Kurt took out a mixing bowl, setting it on the counter.
"After she died, I quit making them for a while. The recipe sat in the cookbook unused for a long time. Two years after she died, I made them for my dad, siblings, and I at Christmas. It was just special. Dad told me they were just like mom used to make and ever since then, I really like baking cookies when Iām upset or stressed or just.. not feeling my best. Itās therapeutic, to some degree." Kurt mixed a few ingredients together in the bowl, adding milk, sugar, eggs, and vanilla when needed. Ā
Blaine Anderson
Blaine nodded, walking over to the pantry and letting his eyes wander until he found the chocolate chips, staying quiet as he listened to Kurt talk. Grabbing them from the cabinet, Blaine turned around and walked back to the counter where Kurt was working. Resting his elbows on the surface and leaning over, he smiled and nodded wordlessly as Kurt spoke. "You've never really talked to me about your mom before." Blaine said softly. "Thank you, for telling me. It's a really nice story."
Picking a few chocolate chips from the bag and popping them in his mouth, Blaine stood up straight. As much as he wanted to hear more, Blaine wanted to keep the tone lightāā the purpose of this was to make Kurt feel better, not depress him further. Walking behind Kurt and wrapping his arms around his waist, he pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "So what's next? What can I do to help?"
Tagging: Rachel Berry & Blaine Anderson
Setting: Callbacks
Time Frame: Wednesday evening, March 4th
General Notes: Rachel is preparing for her first performance, and Blaine is right by her side to help her.
Rachel Berry
Rachelās nerves werenāt going to get the best of her. She wouldnāt let them. She was patiently waiting for Blaine backstage - they still had a little over an hour before curtain - but she was freaking out. Sheās never had a formal performance before, and as stupid as that sounded, it was true. What if people hated her? What if she cracked, or choked? What if - but she was Rachel Berry, right? Sheād be okay. She just needed to calm down, somehow.
Blaine Anderson
Callbacks was still rather empty when Blaine arrived. A bouquet of flowers in hand, he made his way backstage to Rachel, excitement already bubbling inside of him. This night was going to be amazing; Rachel was going to be amazing. He was sure of it. Finding his way through the small hallways to Rachel's dressing room, he knocked on the door before walking in. Grinning, he offered her the flowers. "I know I am supposed to wait until after the show to give you these, but I know you'll deserve them either way." Blaine slowed down, taking a good look at Rachel, who seemed to be nervous (does Rachel Berry even get nervous?). "And you seem like you could use them. Are you okay?"
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