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PSA:
Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Somedays I can write a fucking book, somedays I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.
finn.
( text → kurt ) i’ve had more than my fair share of shortcomings as a brother, dude ( text → kurt ) but thanks. same goes for you. ( text → kurt ) hey this is for you, you get a say in movie and pizza ( text → kurt ) yeah, tonight’s good, no big plans for me
( text → finn ) We’ve both made our mistakes but you forgive family. Right? ( text → finn ) That’s sweet of you to say. ( text → finn ) How about you show me one of your favorite movies I haven’t seen and I’ll pick one for you for dessert time? We can both pick whatever pizzas and I’ll bake something. ( text → finn ) Tonight it is then! ( text → finn ) I can’t wait.
blaine.
Blaine’s eyes slid closed and he leaned into Kurt’s hands, a little hum of contentment escaping him. He wasn’t expecting Kurt to manhandle him where he wanted him, but as he blinked down at his boyfriend owlishly, he had to admit – it was pretty hot.
With a sigh, Blaine rested his chin on Kurt’s chest and let his fingertips explore. He wouldn’t have this for very much longer – there would be Skype chats and text messages and phone calls, but just to feel Kurt’s touch, even feather-light over the faint scratch of (barely there, teenage) stubble… he missed it already, and Kurt hadn’t even left yet.
The heavy weight of Kurt’s arms slung around his shoulders was reassuring, though, and Blaine let himself go limp until he was curled up against Kurt’s shoulder. “That’s not very responsible of us,” he murmured, smiling against bare skin. “Aren’t you supposed to be the older, wiser good influence, encouraging me to study hard, go to class, and be a good little student?” he continued, and pressed a light, lingering kiss to the middle of Kurt’s chest before looking up at him through his eyelashes.
A soft whine greeted Blaine’s teasing logic. There was no room for it between them physically, nor was there room for it in the metaphorical sense either. Literal could go to hell, too, Kurt decided without a single shred of guilt. They only had so much time together before his responsibilities in New York would demand him to return.
He woke up yesterday planning to chase every second between now and the call of the gate. Even pushed back his ticket to the day before classes were going to pick back up again. The latest flight he could get. Six hours of sleep would be good enough if it meant spending one more day here. So, with a handful of them left in his pocket? Being unashamed of corrupting Blaine’s perfect attendance record should have made him feel like a bad influence. It didn’t, though. Not when he was indulging himself with being this unrepentantly guilty as charged.
Having Blaine curled against him, Kurt’s arms held him there and he buried the tip of his nose into his bedhead mess of curls that gel lost the battle to hours ago. Huffing incredulously, he smirked down at him and traced down the bridge of his nose, giving the tip of it a little tap. “I should be, yes. I’m not sorry that I’m the opposite of that. If you’re going to get out of bed? You’re going to have to do it on your own free will. Cause I’m not moving anywhere.” Watching Blaine watching him like that? He tried to keep taunting him but his features softened and he bit against the corner of his lip. “We should stay here..”
Every moment of your life is an opportunity for fashion.
blaine.
( text → kurt ): What do we say to peer pressure, Kurt? Especially when peer pressure is five-foot-three and you can just hide her Barbra records instead of making poor choices? ( text → kurt ): I beg to differ. We wouldn’t be nominated in the same category, so I’d be safe. We’d be safe, I mean. Both of us. Sutton Foster is the one who’d have to be worried. ( text → kurt ): I just meant I’ve already washed my hair, so it’s… not exactly presentable at the moment. ( text → kurt ): …That said, I like where you were going with that, by all means, help a bro out, 😘
( text → blaine ): you better not be lecturing em right now, Blaien Anderson. Becauise I have yet to make the decision if this was a “”poor choice”. ( text → blaine ): Technicalities. She’d sacrifice you if it was a requirement. ( text → blaine ): Don’t put logic into this situation. There’s no roomf or it here. ( text → blaine ): shh! you are beautiful always. don’t you ever say you aren’t presentable. I’ll take you however I can get you. ( text → blaine ): Love when you put it TAHT way. How can I say no. Grab your laptop. I’d be honored to assist. 😘
📷 (oops. just saw the picture of finchel on my screen, not that it was a meme!)
instagram page featuring finn & kurt || selectively accepting!
[ Spine Kisses, though. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ Especially those lingering, open-mouthed kisses pressed at the very base, and send the deepest shudders of the utmost pleasure rolling lazily all the way up; lovingly caressing every nerve ending and vertebrae in a manner that leaves one absolutely helpless to do anything but moan their appreciation, l o u d l y. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ ]
skinnyties.
‘Great. Considering’. Considering? A flash of concern sweeps over the blonde’s face at the word. Though he finds that he doesn’t have enough time to question it before Kurt is moving swiftly on. Jez smiles softly between Kurt’s hands and offers a gentle squeeze to his shoulders, “It really is me. In the flesh.” There’s a soft teasing tone to his words, though his face betrays him, open in his own expression of surprise. Frankly, Jez can’t believe he is here either, and with no ticking countdown timer like the last time — the boy has never felt so… free.
His long suffering friends had been forced to listen to Jez jabbering on about Kurt to no end for a good 80% of their trip. (‘Oh God Lauren, he’s great. So talented and UTTER TALENT to boot.’) And strangely, it was as though they had predicted how difficult going back home would be for him before Jez had even really considered it. In that time, seeing Kurt had simply become his new normal. In fact, it wasn’t until the pair were saying their goodbyes that it really hit him. The sudden realisation that their dance practices and coffee dates catchups would no longer be a regular occurrence.
“Three weeks,” Jez nodded, with a smile aimed towards their grasped hands. “I was going to call, trust me I really, really wanted to I just- I was here with BB and, between him and trying to find a place to live I’ve not had two seconds to breathe.” Still, there was laughter following his words. As much of a mad rush as the last three weeks had been, he wouldn’t have traded it for anything. “But, BB’s on a plane-” he looks to his watch, “right about now, actually - headed to Spain. I decided to stick around here for a little bit longer.”
Kurt’s eyebrows shot up. Three weeks? Three weeks? There was so many things they could have done by now. So much catching up. So many nights where he could have sank into the happy content of what it felt like when he jad Jez around. Thinking of that for only two beats before common sense kicked the thought out of his head, Kurt bounced against his heels and realized. Why wish their time away? When it was only just starting? They had all those things he regretted not sharing, there to share together now. Jez was here, in the flesh, and Kurt’s heart was racing so fast? He swore it was about ready to beat right through his ribs and soar sky high, never to be seen again. Would serve him right. Jez wasn’t the only one deafening those closest to him that would listen when it came to talking about the other.
Rachel had gotten an ear full time and time again about Jez. How sweet he was. How talented he was. How Kurt wished he could stay. Jez was breathtaking fresh air. And so handsome. One of the many adjectives that passed through Kurt’s lips unendingly when he ranted about the other. Not to mention dealing with the aftermath of how he’d speak about him when he was gone. Or the good solid couple of weeks were Kurt got quiet after he left. Rachel dealt with that, too. Knowing the quiet had a lot more meaning behind it than Kurt wanted to admit to anyone. Including her.
Nodding, he followed Jez’s smile to their hands and tightened his hold rather than let go. “I know how crazy that feels but you did it! And look! We, finally, met--live? You were finding a place to live? As in..how long do you have to stay? This time, I mean?” Keeping his right hand tangled with Jez’s left, he gently pulled him into motion. “Because, wow, we have a lot to catch up on. Plus. I need to show you so many things we missed. I might have made a list. The title of which is too embarrassing to share. So don’t ask,” he grinned teasingly.
one last thing, i have literally never felt this alienated from the rpc. the support our victimizers got (and are still getting) is overwhelming, watching them get validated while we’re made to be the villains of this narrative is probably the most disgusting behavior the rpc has ever exhibited, promoting “safe spaces” from the oh-so-horrible-lesbians just trying to make themselves heard baffles me. us? we get anon hate. we don’t get concrete support from the community as a whole . i guess lesbians are still just a fetish or valid when its convenient for everyone else.
also we get called “trash” for wanting to be validated like that’s not lesbophobia in its rawest form after claiming they want nothing but “uwu peace in the fandom”. go fuck yourself.
devilinablazer.
[text|KH]: fair enough [text|KH]: well you should see the guys around here, everyones either too used to me to care what i say or legitimately worried im going to try and ruin their lives [text|KH]: its fun but no one spits back quite like you did [text|KH]: its interesting that it sounds like you find me interesting . i mean i cant count on both hands the people who definitely hate me for less shit than i pulled on you
( text → sebastian ): Sebastian? You’re in Ohio. Most people here aren’t used to people like you. Yes, there are plenty of bullies here. But I don’t think people are used to having lawsuits or a father who is a state attorney thrown at them. Not even at Dalton. ( text → sebastian ): As far as people being used to you? Are you serious? ( text → sebastian ): Correction. Like I *will*. If you keep it up. ( text → sebastian ): I’m kidding. ( text → sebastian ): Mostly. ( text → sebastian ): I’m curious about you. There. I said it. ( text → sebastian ): As far as hating you? You’ve had your redeeming moments here and there. Hate would be too strong of a word to use now.
// Sorry for the quiet! Little under the weather so for the next couple days, I’m going to be playing catch up on my blogs. Starting here (cause I owe the least on this guy!) and heading elsewhere. Come poke me on discord for plots or to say hi! Always available to mutuals! xoxo
this dumb website is in need of some love, so reblog this if you like the person you reblogged it from!!!
Every moment of your life is an opportunity for fashion.
frankenteend.
( text → kurt ) i spend 75% of my time feeling dizzy ( text → kurt ) both from thinking and from like moving around and stuff so yeah i think i get what you mean ( text → kurt ) you wanna talk about it or something? we can compromise on a movie and get a pizza and stuff ( text → kurt ) give you a second to breathe or something
( text → finn ) It’s replies like this one that make me realize how much I love you, Finn. ( text → finn ) You know that, right? I know I don’t say it a lot but I do. ( text → finn ) I couldn’t have asked for a better brother. ( text → finn ) Yes. I think I do. I’ll even let you pick the movie and order the pizza if you want. ( text → finn ) Would tonight be okay?
devilinablazer.
[text|KH]: um day one [text|KH]: seriously hummel half the fun was just getting a rise out of you and then watching you try to reel it back in to save face [text|KH]: :P [text|KH]: awwww thanks buddy [text|KH]: that sounded surprisingly like a compliment…and really interesting
( text → sebastian ): Day one? You can’t be serious. There’s no way. ( text → sebastian ): .... ( text → sebastian ): Okay. Fine. ( text → sebastian ): Half the fun was watching you digest someone swinging back. ( text → sebastian ): Ugh. Whatever. Buddy. ( text → sebastian ): Maybe it was. A small one. Very small. Tiny, in fact. ( text → sebastian ): Interesting? Explain.
blaine.
( text → kurt ): I think he’ll get over the heartbreak eventually ( text → kurt ): Why did you drink it, then? There has to be more pleasant ways to get intoxicated. ( text → kurt ): Maybe not a bus. A taxi, maybe. But surely not a BUS. ( text → kurt ): I would NEVER. Fair warning, though, I’ve already taken my shower and settled in for the night, so I’m getting comfortable.
( text → blaine ): probaly not but that’s not my problem. ( text → blaine ): Bercause she peer pressuredme! I am the innocent bystander in her messed up idea of what good liquor tastes like. though she looked like she bit the end of alemon and sucked on it for most of the night. So I’m not sure she enjoyed it either. and it wasn’t really peer pressure. It was more liek wanting to be adventerous! ( text → blaine ): Bus. Taxi. Boat. Airplane propeller. You name it, shed’ kill you with it for nabbing a possible Tony nom. ( text → blaine ): Comfortable, hm? Well. Let’s see waht I can do to help you with that. 😈😈 ( text → blaine ): After i show you my tattoo. Or maybe before. I haven’t decided yet.
