GABE HUMMEL

Caught in the eye of a dead man's lie. Start your life with your head held high. Gabriel Hummel || 21 || Paxton University Majoring in Fine Art Now you're on your knees, with your head hung low. If one more person approaches me thinking I'm Kurt or Atticus, I will tear that person's face off and use it as a clutch bag. Big man tells you where to go. Tell 'em it's good. Tell 'em okay. I am the troubled youth your parents threatened to disown you if you started to hang around with. I'm the go-to man if you a want a cigarette. A cigarette burn on your arm, that is - I don't share my fucking cigarettes. Apparently I'm the new Picasso, but I don't see it. The only 'Fine Art' I'm interested in is the way your ass looks right before I fuck it. Don't do a God damn thing they say.

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Blaine

[thejamesberry-blog]

Blaine looked to Gabe and noticed how the other glanced down to his lips before back to his eyes and Blaine felt himself doing the same. He didn’t understand that whenever him and Gabe were in a close proximity they ended  in a lip lock that both left them annoyed at themselves for letting it happen. He felt the squeeze of his hand and smiled, “It’s not a problem Gabe, I’ll always be here for you.” He felt his hand and side become cold as Gabe moved up and off the couch before disappearing behind it. Hearing about Atticus Blaine let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, it seemed to always come back to Gab’es brother and right now Blaine didn’t really want to think about Atticus. “No, he still hasn’t really been around. Either that or he’s avoiding me.” He chuckled and shook his head. “I think it might be done, that nothing is going to become of it. I didn’t want to end it in the first place and he did. Maybe it wasn’t because of the reasons he said, maybe it was just because he didn’t want to be held down. But I can’t just pine over him anymore. It’s too much of an ache.” He said biting his lip shaking his head. “I think you might be right but it’s moving on that’s going to be the hard part. Some people aren’t interested in wanting dates, they just want sex and that’s not what i want.” He moved an arm to rest over his eyes. “I just don’t want to be lonely anymore.”

[gabe-hummel]

Blaine looked so small as he said those last words, arm covering his eyes. Gabe felt a surge of something he couldn't place. He hopped on the couch next to him, kneeling over him with a confused expression on his face, the look a dog gets when they can't get the ball, wide eyes and head tilted to one side. "Blaine," he said his name like a question, it sounded heavy on his lips, "will you let me take you out... on a date?" He dragged the other man's arm away from his eyes and hoped with all his willpower that this wouldn't be thrown straight back in his face. "We can go for ice cream or milkshakes or something, " he offered tentatively, eyes doing that flicky thing again and why was he so drawn to Blaine Anderson's lips? For the last few weeks he'd been telling himself that both times they'd locked lips had been justt instinct kicking in, the first time he'd been drunk and the second horribly upset, but maybe now he had to accept that he just felt a weird sort of something about Blaine, even if he was off limits and out of bounds and not someone he should even really be talking to. "Actually that's probably a really fucking stupid idea and why would you want to be seen out with me and... fuck," he stood again, gritting his teeth and lit a cigarette with fumbling fingers.

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Mathieu

[mathieusmythe]

Mathieu sighed heavily when Gabe tossed him the drink, picking it up and tapping his thumbnail against it rather than actually opening it up. It ran through his mind that alcohol was something he should’ve cut out of his diet, but he decided against actually saying that outloud and just letting himself settle against couch - trying not to think about all the germs and bugs it was potentially crawling with.  ”Things are as boring as they always are around here, I’m afraid.” He offered up with a groan, before adding,”Unless you consider a concussion interesting, but even that’s boring as hell. Don’t you have better things to do than hang out here in the middle of the day?” He asked, finally taking a small sip of the drink Gabe had thrown at him, at least grateful for the way it refreshed him.. 

[gabe-hummel]

"I stormed out of the Art department before lunch and if I go back then Foster will think he's won," he explained, swigging from the can again, "we can't have that because when he's smug he's a very special kind of intolerable that affects everyone he comes into contact with." Majoring in Fine Art, for Gabe, was like fighting a war, it recquired precision planning and the ability to get back at the enemy before they grew too strong. This involved such tactics as setting Mr Foster's papers alight now and again and spiking his drink with whisky on special occasions, just to keep him on his toes. "I'd expect you to be in class," he added, tilting his head to one side, curious, "so what brings you out here?"

[sonicclarington-blog]

Look How They Shine For You || Emmett & Gabe

[sonicclarington-blog]

There was nothing more surprising to him than watching cool as a cucumber Gabriel suddenly start to lose his composure. If Emmett were an arrogant sort of guy, that would have put a smirk on his lips and quite the swagger in his movements, but Emmett was humble and self-deprecating to a fault. Once he’d finished, he set the cello down and hopped onto the table beside Gabe, taking great care to make sure there was no space between them.

"Thank you." Emmett spoke very clearly and very distinctly, ignoring the ringing you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful in his head— that would do him no good. “Music has the power to move a mountain,” He offered sagely with a nod of his head, boldly reaching for Gabe’s hand and brushing his lips against it, actions fueled by the sudden influx of adrenaline and dopamine thanks to his performance. His lips curved up into a twisted and almost sad sort of smile. “If you ever get married, I’d be honored to play it for you and your very lucky guy.”

[gabe-hummel]

If it would have been anyone else Gabe would have used the same hand to punch them in the face, but Emmett seemed so sincere that Gabe couldn't even comment on it. He didn't have the heart. He scoffed a little at his words, raising a single eyebrow. "What sort of idiot would propose to me?" He laughed dryly, motioning to his face as if that explained a lot. "And I'm not getting down on one knee no matter how nice the guy," he nodded, certain of that for a fact, "I only get on my hands and knees in the bedroom." He winked, slowly regaining his composure, the ego that compensated for his lack of emotions.

"You want to get married, I'm guessing?" He presumed, hopping down off the table and standing in front of Emmett, legs inbetween his and pressed against the hard edge of the table, a hand on each thigh. "You want a dog and kids eventually,."

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Blaine

[thejamesberry-blog]

"You learn. First you need to stop pulling yourself away from the person who you like and then you’ve just got to give into the fear. Dive head first into putting your feelings out there and just hope that they respect you enough to not kick you down when you’re most vulnerable." Blaine nudged him ever so slightly giving him a sad look. "You can maintain a friendship, you have me. I haven’t gone anywhere Gabe." He told him, it was true no matter what Gabe pulled Blaine was always still there because he knew that the hurtful words and the bad behavior was all just so he didn’t have to show his true feelings. "I know, I’ve done it before and I felt awful afterwards." Blaine sat up a little and looked at Gabe, really looked at him. "You are not dirt Gabe, don’t let anyone make you feel like that because you are far from it. I would never look at you like that because I see so much more in you." Blaine felt the taller boy’s hand moving into his own, he held it back giving it a small squeeze but made no effort to move away. "You make mistakes, we all do. It’s life. You didn’t mess me up though, if you had done something really bad I wouldn’t stick around trust me." He bit his lip for a moment before speaking. "An ex boyfriend of mine did something bad when i was with him, that’s all I’m going to say. But if you ever feel like you are messing up with people just know there are far worse people out there then you. You’ve listened to me and been there for me Gabriel. I’m thankful for that, I’m grateful to have you in my life."

[gabe-hummel]

Gabe's first instinct to show gratitude was to close the distance between them and press his lips against Blaine's. He didn't. Kissing Blaine only ever messed things up before so he went against all he instincts and just squeezed his hand a little harder, eyes flicking between Blaine's eyes and lips. "Thanks, babe," he sighed, "I'm fucking grateful for you too." He wasn't good with words, he relied on actions and without the ability to show Blaine he was grateful he was stuck. In an attempt to stop him from getting too close to Blaine he stood up, stretching his back, shirt riding up, and crossed behind the couch to get another drink. "Have you spoken to Finch yet?" He inquired, knowing bringing up Atticus would trigger a guilty feeling in Gabe that he knew would repel him from Blaine. "You need to either speak to him so you can both sort your shit out, get married and have lots of highly-functioning children or move on, let me take you out on the pull and get completely wasted, " he insisted, giving Blaine only two options. Gabe didn't see any point in getting hung up on his brother, Atticus was hard to pin down, harder maybe than Gabe. He was the sort of stubborn that rooted a tree to the soil in a wood, long lasting and hard to shift. "I reckon once you stop moping about him you'll get out of this slump."

[sonicclarington-blog]

Look How They Shine For You || Emmett & Gabe

[sonicclarington-blog]

To Emmett, weddings were possibly the best things he’d ever witness. There was something oddly comforting to him in the fact that two people could meet each other, see each other, and just know that they’d be happy for the rest of their lives with some other person. It made all of the rest of the fumbling around worth something. Emmett shrugged, as he hadn’t really thought about it quite yet. “I can,” He dragged out the vowel, smiling brightly over at Gabe. “And I’m glad you like it.”

His cheeks were scarlet by the time he’d finished his fumble of a speech, but he picked up his cello and glanced over the sheet music. “Alright, here goes nothing,” He sighed, as he began to play. It was a conglomeration of all four parts, skipping around so that Gabe would hear the best and most interesting parts of the arrangement. About two-thirds of the way through, he tore his eyes away from the laptop and just played— this was the bit he hadn’t finished yet, but he was essentially making it up on the spot.

[gabe-hummel]

Gabe was always swept away when Emmett played, he did so with such an ease that contrast the way he fumbled with his words and was awkward with his movements. It was like someone coming home. The piece was beautiful, even more grogeous than the original song and Gabe was certain the beide would be ecstatic. He wasn't really listening though, he was too busy watching Emmett. It was almost hypnotic the way he felt the music, let the notes run through him and Gabe was mesmerised. "You're beautiful-... I mean, it's beautiful, I-..." He stuttered as Emmett's song came to a close. It was funny how the tables had turned, Emmett was confident and poised, Gabe stumbling over his words and blushing high on his cheekbones.

"It's beautiful," he repeated, reinstated, playing with his nose ring, "she's going to love it. You could even convince me to get married with a performance like that."

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Mathieu

[mathieusmythe]

The corners of Mathieu’s lips twitched up in amusement as he walked closer, hands tucked into his pockets while studying the.scene he’d stumbled across. Mathieu didn’t see any problem with giving himself a little break with someone he’d never had any problem with, even if Gabe was a bit … well, Mathieu didn’t quite know what the right word would be, but it wasn’t something off-putting at the least.  ”Not even going to give me a say about it?” He asked lightly while sitting down next to Gabe and letting one arm set against the back of the couch„ mostly for his own sake seeing as how there was still some lingering lightheadedness that hadn’t faded over the last few days. “I’m actually not really a day drinker, you know.” He added on, taking the chance to stretch his legs out in front of him.

[gabe-hummel]

Gabe rolled his eyes, expecting more from the other man. "Day drinking never harmed anyone," he insisted, compromising to a pear cider he was fond of - low alcohol content but actually quite nice, he didn't neaely throw up when he drank it, unlike some of the other drinks in the box. He threw one into Mathieu's lap and cracked his own open, flopping down on the couch again from standing, causing the old couch the groan in response. "How are things, gorgeous?" He asked, glancing over at him and taking a long sip from his can, he could look at Mathieu without seeing Sebastian, but there was, Gabe thought, a difference between the two - facially they were similar but not the same, Sebastian held himself differentl and vice versa. "Anything, anyone, interesting?"

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Blaine

[thejamesberry-blog]

Blaine laughed and nodded. “Yes, I guess it is.” He replied to him shaking his head at the older boy’s words. “Maybe not after all.” He watched as Gabe pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and started to bite down on it, he lifted his hand and ran his thumb along the others lip. “You’ll hurt yourself.” He said his voice quiet as he did so. He raised an eyebrow as he spoke and then furrowed them. “I take you seriously, but you just live and it’s amazing.” He mused still looking at him as he rattled off things about Blaine which made him shake his head. “I haven’t, that’s juts for show, the things I show people and the things that really go on are different.” He told him. “I get insecure with my looks at times, not always but sometimes but you’re right I’ looking for a relationship, but that’s not what people want sometimes and it hurts when you think that you’ve found someone you really like and they don’t want the same thing.” He mentioned thinking of the others twin brother but then quickly moved on from that topic. “I have those things but so do you, but right now I’m lonely and don’t know which way my life is heading and it’s very confusing.” He looked around the bleachers for a moment before his eyes came back to rest on Gabe’s. “I understand why you come here now, to escape everyone else, the noise, the people. It’s peaceful no one will bother you and you can just think.”

[gabe-hummel]

"But if I did want something more serious I wouldn't know how to go about it," he retorted, staring at the underside of the bleachers, all the metalwork criss-crossing in confusing patterns, "I can't even maintain a friendship so how the fuck would I go about being someone's... boyfriend?" He grimaced, shaking his head a little. "Sleeping around is fun and everything but it makes you feel like shit." He was giving away a little more than he really wanted to now, but he couldn't really seem to stop. "If people look at you like dirt for long enough you start to believe it," he shrugged with a sad smile, meeting Blaine's eyes and feeling something he couldn't place. He stared up again, feeling sort of like he'd had the breath knocked out. Emotions. Gabe wasn't used to them. The hand squished between Blaine and him latched onto Blaine's hand and intertwined their fingers. If Blaine would have called him out on it, he would have denied it. "You're a good guy, Blaine," he began to chew on his lip again, "I'm always fucking over nice guys, you, Emmet, Eli. I'm always fucking everything up."

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Blaine

[thejamesberry-blog]

Blaine looked at him for a moment weighing his options, in his head he knew it was probably a bad idea, but the shirt was becoming uncomfortable as the sweat on his body started to cool and his shirt stuck to him. He let out a sigh before sitting up and taking a hold of his hem before dragging the t-shirt off his body and on the back of the couch, feeling the cooler air hit his bare chest helping ease the heat that was coming off him. Blaine laughed along with Gabe, “I’m not sure if that’s possible but I know it’s not for anyone. Boxing is good fun though, I enjoy it a lot.” He hummed listening to him before shaking his head. “Don’t get me wrong I do enjoy the night life at times, being able to drink the night away and just let go. I’m not particularly keen on one night stands though.” He looked over to Gabe taking in the other appearance and then looked into his eyes. “I envy you at times you know.” He commented. “You are so care free and just do rather then think about the consequences. I wish I could do that but I have the need to think things over far too much.”

[gabe-hummel]

Gabe was shocked that Blaine actually prised the shirt from his chest, but he wasn't complaining, nodding in approval. "Sex is a form of exercise, right?" He mused, something mischievous sparking in his expression. "So really I can't be allergic to it at all." He felt Blaine's eyes running over him and bit his lip to restrain himself from saying something he'd regret, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. He'd bit Blaine's lip in a pretty similiar way on that very couch. No. He sank his teeth into his flesh harder. "You don't want to be like me, babe," he insisted, shaking his head in something between amusement and disbelief, "no one is ever going to take me seriously." It confused him that someone like Blaine could envy someone like him. "You've got everything going for you, Blaine, honestly," he met his eyes again, trying to decide what colour they were exactly, what shade, "you're hot as fuck but you don't flaunt it, so people know you're not just looking for sex, you're talented and actually doing something about it, you're sweet and charming and you have friends and family and a future. You don't know how much I envy you."

[sonicclarington-blog]

Look How They Shine For You || Emmett & Gabe

[sonicclarington-blog]

"Delicious," Emmett sighed happily, reaching for a cookie and taking a bite out of it. "You think so? I mean, I’m getting paid very well to go play at that giant— giant waste of time." He said with a smile, not wanting to give that hopelessly romantic side of him away. Emmett had figured as much when it came to the angel Gabriel, it made sense that he thought weddings were a waste of time. He handed the bag back to the other boy. "Chewy cookies are the greatest cookies to exist." 

What Gabe requested, Emmett played, as he very quickly found out that it was near impossible to say no to him. “I mean— it’s for a quartet, I could just… play my part?” He laughed, as he pulled his headphones out. “Or, I suppose I could take the highlights from all four parts and see what I can do… it’d be easy enough to throw in some extras…” Emmett bit his lip. “Or— or maybe I can play and record the other parts on the piano, and then play along to… myself? That… sounds kind of silly, doesn’t it.” He admitted, already starting to blush. 

[gabe-hummel]

Gabe didn't really think weddings were a giant waste of time. It was probably just that with weddings he related his mither, and the pictures of her in her wedding dress, his dad in his tuxe and both of them beaming without a care in the world. When Gabe thought of beauty he thought of his mum in that photo, almost glowing, almost like a real angel. He thought weddings were almost magical, but he couldn't say that, wouldn't say it. No one expected something like that from him. "Are you going to wear the suit you wore the other night?" He asked, a sudden grin on his features. "I like that suit."

Gabe chuckled at Emmett tripping over his words, not in a malicious way, more at how sweet it was. "Do whatever you want, doll," he shrugged, shoving a third cookie into his mouth, licking his lips in his usual obscene manner, "you know I just like to hear you play."

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Blaine

[thejamesberry-blog]

Blaine laughed and stretched his arms over his head, “Of course it was, I’m not complaining though it’s comfy here.” He stated and shifted slightly in his pace as he watched Gabe shift his long legs over the top of his own.  Blaine shook his head waving it off, “It’s a number of things, I don’t want to bore you. The main themes are work, school, auditions and relationships though.” He shrugged. “Some of which I need to get my head more into and others are just want I want and can’t seem to have.” He turned his head to look at Gabe. “But it’s life, it’s what happens and I just have to get over it or distract myself, i’m going for the latter right now and exercise can’t hurt anyway so.” He lifted his shirt up a little trying to stop it from sticking to his stomach. “It just leaves you hot and a little sticky but the endorphin’s are good.”

[gabe-hummel]

"You can take that off if you want," he teased, maybe only half teased because Blaine down in his terriotory was bringing back memories that he'd tucked away in a 'ignore' box in the back of his head. He mentally scolded himself and tried to get his wandering mind back on the straight and narrow. It was difficult. "I think I'm allergic to exercise," he chuckled, glancing over at Blaine, "you should sort out your problems my way, drink, smoke and dance with hot guys who's names you don't know." His way did, admittedly, have flaws, but Gabe figured that these flaws only crept in after several years. Blaine could afford to have a little fun, he was a good-looking guy and Gabe knew some clubs where he would be eaten alive. "You're hot and single," he commented, shooting him a look again, "there's no harm in getting out there and having fun."

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Mathieu

[mathieusmythe]

If there was one thing Mathieu hated, it was wasting time. Unfortunately, after his fall the other day and the impromptu trip to the urgent care to get himself looked over, that was exactly what he’d been told to do. Against medical advice, he’d forced himself to go to his classes the last couple of days, and that had wiped almost all of the energy out of him, making it almost impossible to have the strength to so much as go on his morning and afternoon runs - a fact that was making him feel worse rather than better like what the doctors had probably intended.

He’d settled instead on making his way across campus for a walk, deciding that a bit of fresh air was better than nothing. It wasn’t long before he passed the bleachers, quirking an eyebrow and letting curiosity get the better of him while walking towards Gabe. “I could be asking you the same thing. What’re you doing all the way out here?” He commented, shifting his hands into his pockets and cocking his head to the side.

[gabe-hummel]

Gabe liked Mathieu. Gabe liked Mathieu because Mathieu didn't appear to like very many things. He felt him on that level. "I practically live down here, mon ami," he replied in a over the top French accent, sitting up and patting the couch next to him. "Do you want a drink, Matty?" He asked, leaning over the back of the piece of furniture and into the cool box. "I can do cocktails and it's five o'clock somewhere." Gabe was rarely drunk on campus, drinking, yes, but not drunk. He didn't see anything wrong with the warm glow that a beer or shot of vodka gave him. It made the people more tolerable and Gabe much sweeter, so really it was for the greater good. "Actually you're just going to have to drink it regardless."

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Blaine

[thejamesberry-blog]

Blaine rolled his eyes but opened the bottle anyway, he took a long sip from it, letitng the liquid rehydrate his mouth though it was far from what he needed right now. He placed the bottle on the ground and stretched his now starting to ache muscles and lifted an eyebrow at the other boy as he eyed the small space on the couch. he bit his lip but it did seem inviting, just to lie down for a little bit so he could relax and calm his breathing and cool down. He moved into the space, “I need to stretch out?” He questioned. “Why do you say that?” He asked again before lying down, the soft couch feeling good underneath him as he let out a contented sigh his body radiating heat and sweat.

[gabe-hummel]

Blaine was giving off waves of heat, that on a hot day would have been uncomfortable, but Gabe liked having another body squished next to his, as much as he would of denied it. "Just an excuse to get you down here," he chuckled, throwing his legs over Blaine's to free up space. "Do you want to talk about whatever it is?" He offered a little lamely. He'd never been much of a listener but he was willing to try at least once. He owed Blaine big time after everything that had happened. "I mean you don't have to, I'm just saying... if you do."

[sonicclarington-blog]

Look How They Shine For You || Emmett & Gabe

[sonicclarington-blog]

"Oh," Emmett leaned back in, relaxed now that he realized who it was. This wasn’t the first time Gabe had barged in on him while he was practicing and he didn’t think it would be the last. "Hi, Gabe." To say that Emmett was… attached to Gabriel probably would be a bit of an understatement, but he was trying to keep his distance, to not completely overwhelm him or scare him off.

"You brought cookies?" His eyes brightened, dessert was his favorite. "Oh— yeah. I do sometimes. It’s— um, it’s for a wedding that I’m playing at this weekend. The bride wants to walk down the aisle to it." He’d never admit it out loud, but Emmett loved weddings. "I’m just… trying to arrange it before I meet the rest of the quartet tomorrow."

[gabe-hummel]

"Triple chocolate chip," he nodded, sticking as much of the cookie as he could in his mouth whole and handing the bag to Emmett. Gabe faked a yawn, chewing and swallowing. "I don't know if anyone will ever convince me that weddings aren't just a giant fucking waste of time," he shrugged, wiping crumbs from his lips and making grabby hands for the bag again.

Coldplay were known for beautiful, haunting music so Gabe couldn't imagine how incredible it sounded when Emmett played it, he knew with a bit of persausion he'd find out though. "You think you should get a second opinion on it?" He mused, picking the chocolate chips out of his second cookie and eating them separately.

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Blaine

[thejamesberry-blog]

Blaine bent over resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath and shook his head. “I don’t have classes in the afternoon, just an hour and a half in the morning. Too many things have been going through my head so I’ve taken to well- excerises.” He said gesturing to the track behind them. He smirked and stood up bringing his shirt up to wipe the sweat away from his face, a chuckle left his lips. “Who knew so many people find sweat attractive.” He mused as he looked back to Gabe noticing the look in his eyes. He looked to the other as he leaned over the couch and caught the bottle that was thrown to him, almost missing it as he fumbled with it in his hands, he moved to sit on the arm of the couch and looked to him. “I think water would be better but something tells me you don’t have anything non alcoholic behind that couch of yours.”

[gabe-hummel]

Exercise was an unfamiliar territory for Gabe, someone who had never been interested in muscle or strength unless it was on someone else. He was pretty street smart and he knew how to onhold himself in a scrap at a bar or on a street corner. He was lithe and almost graceful where opponents tended to be burly and drunk beyond straight thinking. For this reason he found Blaine's panting and sweating alien but intriguing. It also filled his head with inappropriate thoughts, a cheeky look crawling onto his face. "I only stock things that make attending this school a little easier," he confirmed, patting the space next to him, the small space. "Come lie down, Anderson," he insisted, "you need to stretch yourself out or something."

[sonicclarington-blog]

Look How They Shine For You || Open

Emmett was in the midst of practicing a piece for the wedding he’d been booked to play that weekend, when the door flew open to his practice room. Apparently, people had no concept of knocking. He’d gone over his time slot, but he did that on a near daily basis and no one ever bothered him about it. The couple had requested a special piece for the bride to walk down the aisle for, and Emmett himself was doing the arrangement. He had his laptop balanced on the piano bench, open with the beginnings of the song notated. Beside him was his ipod, plugged into his left ear with Coldplay on full blast. He probably looked ridiculous.

"Um— hello?" He asked, his eyes flying open as said person came into view. "Can— um— can I help you?"

[gabe-hummel]

Gabe wouldn't go so far as to say he was stalking Emmett, but it could be said that he was keeping a close eye on the musician. Ever since he'd took him out for dinner Gabe felt some kind of duty towards the other male, a need to keep him updated with his every day life and provide an interest in Emmett's. It was a concept Gabe vaguely recognised as friendship.

"You can help me eat these cookies," he grinned, plonking himself down on the table he had claimed as his own and pulling a bag of shop-bought cookies from his battered rucksack. He could hear Colplay blasting through headphones attached to the computer. "Yellow?" He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't know you did pop, doll."

[gabe-hummel]

Eyes Gleam Mean || Gabe & Blaine

[thejamesberry-blog]

Tuesdays meant free time for Blaine, and now with his open afternoons and his wandering mind that was full of things he didn’t want to think about he had taken to exercise. Whether it be in the gym, at the punching bag or running around the track the college had. He had opted for the latter today given that the weather was nice for a run and not too hot to make him want to collapse. 

He was rounding towards the bleachers his breathing heavy as his feet pounded against the ground when he smelt smoke coming from under them and slowed down his pace before coming to a stop at the opening. he bit his lip and sighed removing an ear bud and walking under them to see Gabe sprawled out on one of the couches. “Not lost, I was passing by.” He commented his breathing still heavy. He wiped his forehead and ran a hand through his damp curls as looked to Gabe and moved even closer. “I wasn’t expecting to come here either.

[gabe-hummel]

Blaine was the last person Gabe was expecting, with his good-boy morals and sensible ideas Gabe didn't have him down as a class skipper. "Are you cutting class, babe?" He teased, lifting his head just enough to take in a little tired looking Blaine. "Not that I can complain with you showing up here, all sweat and muscles," he met Blaine's eyes, not holding back on the smouldering gaze he was so well known for in several clubs around the San Francisco area. He stood on the worn cushions on the couch, leaning over the back and pulling a beer out of the cool box he kept back there. It had nothing to do with showing off his ass in his favourite jeans. Nothing. "You look like you could use a drink," he nodded, throwing the beer at Blaine and hoping he would catch it.

[sonicclarington-blog]

Pretty Funny || Emmett & Gabe

TAGGING: Emmett Clarington and Gabe Hummel

DATE: Wednesday night, July 23rd.

LOCATION: Restaurant, and others.

NOTES: Gabe holds up his end of the bargain.

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