Blaine Anderson

Blaine; 25; Broadway; House #101 “Acting is a sport. On stage you must be ready to move like a tennis player on his toes. Your concentration must be keen, your reflexes sharp; your body and mind are in top gear, the chase is on. Acting is energy. In the theatre people pay to see energy.” – Clive Swift

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BLAINE ✉ SANTIAGO

Santi: Oh, that's an awesome idea! We should definitely do that. They should have something... I remember I found pretty much any movie I wanted there. Or maybe I'm kinda into de old stuff. I'll meet you at yours in five?

Blaine: Yes! This sounds so fun. See you in five, handsome. I can't /wait/.

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BLAINE ✉ SANTIAGO

Santi: Oh. I'm missing yours too. We can totally do something together. Do you want to check the craft store? Or maybe just cook something different at mine?

Blaine: Absolutely! Let's go to the craft store! Maybe we can swing by the movie place too, on the way back! I want to see if they have anything up to date or not, or if it's all just really old stuff.

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BLAINE ✉ SANTIAGO

Santi: Hey, B! No, no, I'm not busy. What's up?

Blaine: Nothing, just missing that handsome face of yours. I was thinking we could go do something together? Or, maybe even just spend time at one of our houses. I'd be fine either way.

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BLAINE ✉ SANTIAGO

Blaine: Hey, are you busy?

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santislecastillo​:

PARA: BLAINE/SANTI

“… Or maybe we could just find a way to grow them, you know? Not sure if I’m willing to risk having another afternoon like the one we just had. Or paper flowers. We got the craft store, right? We can make paper flowers next time,” just the idea of less pleasant alternatives again had Santiago already looking for safer options. Not that having his secrets out here was a huge problem, half of these people don’t even talk to him that much and the other half will probably not talk to him once they are back to their lives (or he hopes they are) - but the pain and everything he heard? Better not have a redo of that. But thank God Blaine was still talking, because soon Santiago was laughing and the thought of being stuck here being tortured went away. “Alright. We’re definitely finding ourselves a coconut then. We can even place bets. Who’s gonna get married first, who’s gonna get divorced. You know, all that stuff people care about when they are neighbors and they gossip a lot,” he shrugged, giving Blaine a smile. Soon they were at the beach, and Santiago also took his shoes off the moment they were stepping on sand. He held the pair with his free hand, and took a few steps forward, looking back to watch Blaine with the same smile as before, using the back of his hand to adjust his glasses. “Never?” he said, sounding a bit more surprise than intended at first. “Oh. Right. New York. You East coast people,” he made a face, showing him the tongue and spoke in a teasing tone. “My family loves the beach. We’d go all the time. You know… San Diego so,” he shrugged, moving the bag to his other hand, reaching for Blaine’s with the one he had just freed. “It’s been a while since I’ve been though. Was a bit busy with work and all of that, and waking up earlier just to go isn’t as nice as it sounds,” he added with a soft laugh, looking for a place they could sit and rest. 

Blaine actually laughed at that, shaking his head as he imagined just what that would look like. The people getting married having to go to that thrift store to get their clothes, the wedding party all in non-matching outfits, someone maybe having to wear one of those tuxedo shirts that are literally just regular t-shirts with the tuxedo print on the front. “Hopefully someone’s good at ventriloquism... because the coconut would need to give the partners vows to recite,” He said, thinking it over for a moment before letting out a soft huff at himself. The pain in being an actor and theater kid was a very vivid imagination, he could recognize he had that problem. He watched Santiago adjust his glasses as he rolled the bottoms of his pants legs up to avoid getting sand all over them before moving to stand next to the other man. “Hey, I mean... to be fair, there are beaches elsewhere along the coastline. But I bet they don’t hold a candle to West Coast beaches,” He said, winking up at Santiago before turning to look at the water for a moment, taking a deep breath in of the salty air before letting it out as a content sigh. When he felt the hand slide into his own, he glanced down and smiled to himself as he gave Santiago’s hand a gentle squeeze, then followed him out onto the beach. “It’s true though. Pretty view or not, it’s incredibly annoying to have to get up early. I say, as a person who does that on a daily basis. Yoga, jogging... stuff like that,” He chuckled, glancing around for a moment before walking up into the dunes, where two rocks stuck out from the sand. “What about here?”

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santislecastillo​:

PARA: BLAINE/SANTI

“Oh, I made some cookies and some cake,” Santiago had his eyes on the bag for a moment, as if trying to remember which cookies and cake he had just packed, so he also noticed Blaine grabbing the handle and locking one of his fingers with one of his own. He smiled at it, looking up and smiling even more when he noticed the pink on Blaine’s cheeks. He likes seeing Blaine like this - happy, comfortable, enjoying himself. Especially after everything he heard from him, the bad memories and stuff the other has gone through. Santiago likes to think Blaine deserves to be this happy. If only he could give him this somewhere else. Santiago checked Blaine’s outfit when he mentioned it, finally eyeing him from head to toe and then, to be funny, gave him a thumbs up. “I think you look great. But then again, you always do. So it’s hard for me to tell. Maybe a little greater than usual…” he smiled, teasing him just enough. He let Blaine lead the way to the beach, it wouldn’t take long for them to get there anyway. “I mean… Me too. I also feel like they’d give us the flower shop instead of a boat. How do we even ask for stuff? Like, do we just yell?” Santiago frowned, letting himself laugh. “Or maybe whisper loud enough inside our places? Who knows,” he made a face, looking around and then back at Blaine. “I say we did a pretty good job picking our first stop. And our fist date. You’re right, it’s pretty romantic. Wait until you see, and not only smell, what I got going on here,” he smiled, pointing at the bag. 

Blaine hadn't been expecting a thumbs up, so when he saw the other man exhibit the gesture, he couldn't help but laugh and raise his eyebrows. "Well, thank you! I can't say I've ever been given a thumbs up before, but I guess there's a first time for everything. Cute. But, thank you, Santi. That's very sweet of you. Seriously," he grinned, turning his attention down to the ground as they walked. "I think we might need to just come outside and yell really loud. Or, hell, maybe even yelling indoors would work, you know? We just need to be real annoying about it and hope they choose to get us to shut up by giving us what we ask for instead of... less pleasant alternatives," he said, wrinkling his nose up a little at the thought before shaking his head. "I agree. We definitely did. Watching the sunset on a remote, probably uncharted Island. Now all we need to do is find a coconut and name him Wilson, right? He could be the officiant for any future island weddings, since it would seem we're all trapped here for years to come," he chirped thoughtfully, then shook his head at himself as they headed down the street. It was a little surreal how normal this felt now, how much they'd all adapted to being kidnapped and finding comfort in the situations they were in. But he just supposed that was a human fight or flight response. "I can't wait to see and taste what you made, Santi. I'm sure it's going to be awesome, and I can't wait to try and top it next time." He winked over at the other man, then made his way down one of the wooden sets of stairs that led onto the beach. On the last step, he toed his shoes off, then stepped out of them and onto the sand. He breathed in as much of the salty air as he could, which was notably different than New York's ocean air in many different aspects, but the most prominent being the lack of hot dog carts and pollution. "Damn, I... haven't actually been to a real beach before. The closest you can get in New York is like... a bench overlooking the water on a cement sidewalk."

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santislecastillo​:

PARA: BLAINE/SANTI

Santiago’s mind was everywhere. He had promised to take care of the food for their first date at the beach, and might as well have set himself up for failure. He spent all his free time leading up to this trying recipes he got from recipe books from the book store, a few sweets, maybe some sandwiches. His fridge was full with his failures and a few thinks that didn’t look presentable. By the time he heard the knock, he was done packing some cookies, some slices of cake and some chocolate covered fruit skewers. Spending time with Blaine not only had kept him sane in this god-forsaken isle, but had also been fun. Santiago isn’t the one to just spend time with people, focusing mostly on his work, but opening himself up wasn’t difficult. It didn’t feel like it when Blaine was around, at least. The nights they spend together, all the movie marathons and the fact that it felt good. All of those added up to some feelings, to affection. He adjusted his glasses as he made his way to the door, checking his clothes to make sure he didn’t have food in any of them. The food and everything else they would need was inside some containers, in the bag he was carrying. As soon as Santiago opened the door he felt himself relaxing, opening a huge smile to greet Blaine and stepping closer to give him a hug. “Hey, B! Food is all here. Ready to go? I’m pretty sure this is going to be super nice,” he said as he moved back from the hug, closing the door behind him. 

When the door opened, Blaine couldn’t help but be reminded just how lucky he was that someone this handsome had asked him out on a date. He pulled himself from that thought when he felt Santiago’s arms encompass him, and he instantly hugged back with a big grin on his face. Santi’s arms had quickly become a safe place for him, and just the shortest hug was enough to calm down the worst panic attack. When the hug was broken, his gaze followed the other man as he closed the door. “Hey! Santi, whatever that is smells awesome. What is it that you made?” He asked, moving to grab the other half of the handle to help carry the bag, though he not to subtly locked one of his fingers with Santiago’s. He avoided eye contact, his cheeks tinted pink as he glanced toward the sidewalk. “Yeah, I’m ready. Maybe too ready. Not ashamed to admit the fact that I’ve spent the last several days deciding on an outfit, because tonight needed to be perfect” He said, letting out a breathy chuckle as he walked down the steps alongside the other man, slipping his free hand down into his pocket. “I’m more than pretty sure. I might be out of practice in the dating game, but I like spending time with you, and what’s more romantic than a picnic on the beach, right? Just wish I could have brought you some flowers or something. We should find a way to tell them we need a florist out here. And maybe a boat, but... I feel like we’d be more likely to get the flower shop, honestly.”

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PARA: BLAINE/SANTI

Blaine takes a deep breath as he makes his way down the sidewalk, watching the numbers ascend on the houses as he tucks his hands into his pockets to shelter them from the cool air. It had been eerily quiet since the box tortures happened, so he was thankful to have Santiago to not only fill his time with but to fill the silence with. It helped that he’d had some level of attraction to the other man since the day they met so asking him over only ever felt natural, but that had grown into full-fledged affection and infatuation as they spent more and more time together. His nerves got more unsettled as he finally stopped in front of house 109, and he takes a quick moment to look himself over for what had to be the thousandth time that day to ensure he looked presentable enough for a first date. When he was satisfied with how he appeared, he made his way up the steps and to the door, knocking a few times before taking a step back.

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My favorite person. 💕 @santislecastillo

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So, how is everyone? Surviving? I was thinking we could do another dinner... maybe Sunday? Assuming we don’t all get locked in a house again. Better yet... maybe we could just do it outside.

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santislecastillo​:

F2F: BLAINE/SANTI

Yeah? Well, guess I’ll have to invest in some contacts at some point then. To be able to be adorable and see, you know? I’m just teasing. I’m happy you had a good night, B. Ooooh, those sound like very awesome pancakes. We can make it together, yeah. Hmmmm, alright. We can make breakfast after we’re done with our extra minutes of cuddling. Come here… I’m never opposed to that. And, you know… You’re kinda cute in the morning too. Not kinda, nah. Like very. Very cute. 

Heh, if you want to do that, you’re welcome to. But for the record... I meant it when I said you’re handsome with the glasses on. The whole... computer nerd aesthetic, as Reg so nicely put it, actually really works for me. I’m happy you had a good night too, Santi. We both needed it. But, yeah, okay. Lemon blueberry pancakes it is. They’re really good, you’re going to love them. Mm... I like the sound of that. Cuddling, then breakfast making. 

[Blaine moves closer, pressing a kiss to Santi’s cheek before sliding his arms around the other man’s middle, pressing their bodies together.]

Yeah? Think so? Even with the bedhead? Only maybe a little fishing for compliments here, but... you’re just as cute in the morning. Especially when you just wake up and you still have the sleep all over your face. Very, very cute. I was thinking we could take that walk around the island at some point too. Start looking for all the best dating spots. Maybe even make a date out of it itself, you know?

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santislecastillo​:

F2F: BLAINE/SANTI

Hey… Good morning to you too, handsome. Ah, you know… Got my best cuddle buddy here with me, it was definitely a good night. I’m feeling really rested this morning. Do you want some breakfast? Or to stay here a bit longer? 

Mhmmm... It was a very good night, and you’re right... it felt good having my favorite cuddle buddy with me again. Especially when it’s a great reminder of how adorable he is without his glasses. Breakfast would be awesome, yeah. We can make it together? I have this really good recipe for lemon blueberry pancakes, unless you’re in the mood for something else. But I also wouldn’t be opposed to a few more minutes of cuddling, so I’ll leave that decision up to you. 

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F2F: BLAINE/SANTI

Morning, handsome. How'd you sleep? I, for one, feel much more rested than I have in days.

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I have no idea, just woke up here. No….is this normal here?

Wish I could say it wasn’t. What’s your name? 

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BLAINE ✉ SANTI

Santi: Hey, that sounds super cool. I like the beach idea. We could bundle up, take some blankets with us, some hot chocolate... You know, all that. Be warm, have fun, something like that. Or the pool too. Or both. We can go on several dates if you want.

Blaine: /Yes/, I love the sound of that. We'll do that this weekend sometime? I can think of no better way to spend a Friday or Saturday night. It'll... feel more like the real world too. Like, back in America. I'll bring a stereo, and we'll have some nice music going. All the romance. 😊

Blaine: Several dates sounds amazing, Santi. We'll find all the best island locations, and at least make something out of our time here... besides invading privacy. On my way now, see you in a few.

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BLAINE ✉ SANTI

Santi: Hey, hey, don't apologize. It's fine. I think so too. I don't think it's a good time to be alone. And I won't mind being your... buddy. Oh. That pineapple ice cream is enough. I got the rest here.

Santi: I like being with you, B.

Blaine: Cool. I'll be there soon. I like being with you too, Santi. A lot. I was... kind of actually wondering if you'd like to go do something with me? We do a lot in our houses, but I was thinking about taking a picnic or something to that indoor pool? I'm sure it's heated, our captors seem to have spared no expenses. But... yeah, it just seemed fun. Or we could bundle up and go sit on the beach. Whichever you prefer.

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BLAINE ✉ SANTI

Santi: Yeah... I think we are... This is so weird. It's been /forever/ since we got a new face. Like... Alright. They wouldn't. I don't know... Not after that game? I don't think so. I mean. Maybe you should come over? ... Just in case?

Blaine: Yeah, totally. I'll be right there. I feel like everyone should consider a buddy system, you know? I... yeah. I'm rambling, sorry. Do you need me to bring anything with? Like, I dunno... a freezer pizza or a Game of Thrones box set? I also... might have grabbed some pineapple ice cream earlier. So I'll bring that.

Blaine: And... thanks for putting up with me.