catch me before it's too late

Blaine Devon Anderson. 23 years old. New Yorker. Songwriter. Married. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5154114"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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[note left for Blaine] I'm heading to Chicago for a couple of days. I hope you don't mind. I just need to get out of New York for a bit to try and figure things out. I love you. Ben.

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text // blaine

Logan: I think she just thought it was his flu until then- Toby was just saying he was fine. Which sounds like Toby.

Logan: I forget his immune system is a lot lower than most.

Blaine: Yeah, and it probably started that way, but snowballed into something worse.

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text // blaine

Logan: Just what I know from Belle, apparently he just thought he had a cold or the flu- not thinking anything of it. But then Belle said today he was pretty confused about things, he had a really high fever, his breath was really labored. She brought him in when he started coughing and there was blood showing up.

Blaine: Oh.

Blaine: I feel like waiting for the blood to show up was a bit of a bad idea, no?

Blaine: Especially with his immune system.

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text // blaine

Logan: I'll let someone know that he's got family coming.

Logan: He'll be happy to know you're coming.

Blaine: Yeah. So you don't know anything? Or...what? I didn't even know he was sick.

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text // open

Logan: Hey, I'm sat with Belle right now and she's pretty upset so I took charge of doing this especially since I thought you'd want to know that Toby is in the hospital.

Logan: I'm not really sure what's happening since they won't tell us anything not being family- we're currently just sitting, waiting and hoping to hear something from someone.

Blaine: Oh. Family. That's me.

Blaine: Uh, I'll be there. Soonish.

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Text: Going out on an adventure with me.

[text] I hardly think that deserves thanks.

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Text: Alright, that sounds good to me. I love you and thank you for doing this.

[text] Doing what?

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Text: Anything and everything. I don't really know... I just wanted to spend the day with you.

[text] Well, we can wing it.

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Text: I was thinking that maybe if you're up for it, we could go out and spend the day together?

[text] Hm. Doing what?

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Text: Alright. Are you busy today?

[text] Nope. Just writing.

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Text: Okay... Italian it is.

[text] Sounds good to me.

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Text: Okay then anything you don't want? Or should I just go with anything?

[text] I’m good with whatever, really.

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Text: Great. I didn't have anywhere in mind yet so if there's somewhere you want to go or some type of food you're wanting let me know.

[text] Mm, not particularly, no.

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Text: Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?

[text] Sure. That’d be nice.

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Need To Talk || Ben & Blaine

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benji-anderson:

“And I understand that you can’t talk about a lot of things. But it’s also frustrating for me when all I ever get is a fine.” He countered. Ben sighed a little listening to Blaine. “I’m not saying open up completely or anything. I know it’s hard for you most days. And I know you aren’t at the point to where you can talk about everything. I guess I just don’t know if I should ask about your days anymore or if I should just let you talk to me if you want to about things.” Ben said before moving to sit a little closer to his husband. “It just worries me a lot more lately since you haven’t been eating as much and you seem closed off most days and annoyed with me. I worry about things like that.”

Blaine groaned, running his hands over his face. “Will you stop with that? I eat three meals a day--it’s just that you’re gone for most of the day so you’re not here for it. Of course, when you have a three hour show at noon and another at eight, of course you’re going to miss out on huge parts of my day. Just because I don’t want to eat when you’re hope at, like, 11pm, doesn’t mean I don’t eat regularly. And I’ve said that to you already--multiple times. Why can’t you just listen to me for once?”

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Need To Talk || Ben & Blaine

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benji-anderson:

“But it’s never been this hard to talk to you.” Ben pointed out. “I know a lot of things have changed, and that it’s not easy, but I’m still me. I’m still the same person I was before I started therapy. The only thing that’s changed is that I’m trying to be more open about my thoughts and feelings instead of keeping them bottled up. We talk if I start the conversation though, B. If I ask how your day’s been I just get one word answers from you. Anything else and I have to pry it out of you just to tell me about your day. Good or bad, I want to know because i’m here for you through everything.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to be open.” He said, shrugging. “Just because you went to therapy a few times and can suddenly talk about every little thing bugging you doesn’t mean I can.” He mumbled, “I’ve been working on my own problems for almost ten years now, and I’m just not there yet, and I’m sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do. It’s not as simple as me just forcing myself to talk about things, I physically can’t do it. And it’s good you’re getting help, it’s good you feel like you can talk to me about things, but just because you’re at that point, doesn’t mean you should expect the same from me.”

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Need To Talk || Ben & Blaine

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benji-anderson:

Ben bit down on his bottom lip as Blaine spoke to him. He sighed and shrugged a little. “That was the main thing I wanted to talk about.” he said, setting his glass down. “Why do you always seem so pissed off at me lately?” He asked, wanting to know the answer. “And don’t say that you aren’t because it’s been like pulling teeth trying to talk to you about anything lately.”

Blaine shrugged, looking at Ben. “I’m not pissed.” He said. “I don’t really get mad much. This is just how I am--how I’ve always been. I just can’t talk about certain things. It’s just that recently, I guess, a lot of those things have come up. What with you being in therapy and Eddie just showing up after ten years. It’s not easy.” He sighed. “We talk all the time, though.”