it's time to begin, isn't it?

indie blaine. written by mimi.

[naturalperformer]

( ♪ rachel ):

  containing the sigh that’s pushing it’s way up her throat   proves to be an easier task than she imagined.  if it had   been   anyone  other than blaine, she had no doubt that   would have already flipped.      there were so few things   she  asked  of people. it shouldn’t be that hard to follow   them.  but this was blaine.    he would always be able to   pull at her heart strings,       even when he wasn’t trying.   being   mad   at   him   wasn’t   something she could do. 

                   ❝ what’s wro—is that a stain?                    blaine!      what did you do? ❞

                        "I didn't do anything! I took it off when I was                         helping with dinner to avoid splattering                         but apparently that wasn't enough."

                                All attempts to keep his voice even were null in every way; for                                 one thing this was Rachel; he never had to try very hard when                                 it was just the two of them. For another, the subject matter at                                 hand was far too important. The bow tie was precious to him                                 ( naturally it had gold stars on it ) and letting it get irreparably                                 stained was unacceptable; hence why he began digging through                                 their medicine cabinet for their stain removing pen.

[naturalperformer]

( ♪ rachel ):

  it’s not that she minds sharing.  her entire life   she’s shared everything with him.     he is her   other half.  that’s not something rachel would   ever want to change.  but  they  talked  about   this. her morning & night time rituals were too   complex  for her to share the bathroom. they   had an agreement.    or she thought they did.

                   ❝ what are you doing? i’m not finished ! ❞

                                "Rach, I'm sorry————"

                        and he was. Truly. They were both very aware                         that there was no way he would interrupt her less                         it were a dire emergency ( After all, being on the                         receiving end of his sisters anger was unpleasant,                         to say the least. ) He respected her habits as he                         had since their infancy, but given the fact that his                         favorite bow tie ( a gift from his sister herself )                         had a stain on it and their stain remover was in                         the bathroom... well.

                                        "But I swear that this is important."

[naturalperformer]

✿

Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number: 9 (forehead kiss)

         Rehearsals for the musical that he was taking part in that NYADA was putting on kept running later and later and later to the point that it really was ridiculous, but he couldn’t really complain. Just being able to take part in it was amazing and he was happy, in spite of the fact that he never got to see his fiancé or his friends on a regular basis anymore, unless they were asleep, but it would only be for another month and a half. One thing that was definitely a bother when it came to late rehearsals was getting into the loft though, considering that the door really was loud unless he was careful. And he was known for accidentally waking his roommates up—once Santana had actually thrown something at him.

         So he tried to open the door carefully this time, poking his head in briefly before stepping into the loft completely, closing the door behind him and locking it tight. With a breath of relief at the thought of being able to collapse into bed with his fiancé he let his messenger bag fall from his shoulder as he set it down gently and strode further into the loft, pausing next to the couch to turn off the lamp. It was only then that he realized that someone was sleeping on the couch, and while that wasn’t unusual since Santana usually took up that spot, this time it was definitely Rachel which was less standard as far as he knew.

                  Glancing around he imagined that Santana had likely taken up the vacated bed without complaint and imagined that Rachel had probably fallen asleep while watching television or reading, perhaps before the other two had gone to bed. Nonetheless he glanced at the woman’s sleeping form and couldn’t help the fond smile that he let appear on his face and he leaned over the back of the couch, grabbing the blanket that had slipped down to the brunette’s hips and pulled it back up the girl’s body, tucking it securely around her shoulders.

         Automatically he craned his neck to press a gentle, fleeting kiss against her forehead—nothing unusual on his part. While he and Rachel were not as close as Kurt and Rachel, he definitely loved her in spite of her rather erratic behavior when it came to certain things, and sometimes he wondered if in some other life they had been siblings. Surely they had to have been, since from the moment that they met he felt some sort of a connection with her, not counting the drunken kiss they had shared, but those were other thoughts for another time. And anyways, he was exhausted.

                           So he reached over and turned off the lamp, letting his eyes readjust to the lack of light before looking at Rachel one more time.

                                                      ”Good night, Rachel.”

         With that he turned on his heel and started off for the section of the loft where Kurt was doubtlessly sleeping, yawning as he went.

[kurtandthecity]

[ So sue him if seeing his boyfriend sitting on his knees in their shared bed did something to him, but Kurt couldn’t look away. Living together was so great and convenient in every sense of the words. Kurt was sure they’d face their fair share of disagreements further along but for now, he was basking in the glow of having his fiance living under the same roof. ] "Maybe I should keep you waiting until the big day," [ Kurt couldn’t help but tease, moving to join his fiance in bed with the magazines he had in tow. ] "It’s a wonder I haven’t gone Groomzilla on you yet."

[naturalperformer]

         A laugh, soft and amused and loving and he reached over, draping his arms over his fiancé’s shoulders and pulling him close, giving him a quick, chaste kiss on his mouth. Keeping in mind that there was something the man wanted to share with him he pulled back after a moment, not letting himself linger as much as he wanted to. There were more important things, taking into consideration that this definitely had something to do with their wedding.

                           ”I don’t think keeping the other groom in the dark is conducive to planning a wedding.”

         Pulling his arms from the man’s shoulders properly he shifted to sit down properly again, bouncing the bed a little bit and reaching for the magazines, picking one up and flipping it open. Kurt really was determined to plan the entire wedding—but Blaine had mentioned several times he was happy to help, to be fair. He loved weddings.

                           ”C’mon, tell me!”

                  A gentle bump of their shoulders as he turned his curious gaze back to the brunet.

[naturalperformer]

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number: 6 (fingers kiss)

         Productivity was overrated sometimes, as far as he knew, because the idea of sitting on the couch of the loft curled up in a blanket waiting for his fiancé to come home was much more appealing than doing his coursework. What he hadn’t really counted on was falling asleep but that was alright and he wasn’t sure when he dropped into unconsciousness or how long he stayed there. A nap never hurt anyone, and he had been busy as of late anyways, and at the rate he was going he wasn’t sure when the last time he got a good night of sleep was. So drifting off was nice…

                  The next thing that he was aware of was a touch against his forehead and his cheek and he was pulled back into partial consciousness at the touch and leaned his head into it, wanting to seek out more of that warm touch. At some point during his rest the blanket had come undone from his shoulders and he was cold again and his toes curled against the fabric of the couch and he exhaled softly. Words were uttered, soft and amused and loving and even though he already knew that it was Kurt the voice reassured him and he let a small smile spread across his face.

         Slowly his hand reached up and he curved the palm of his hand over the other man’s and breathed softly, humming absently under his breath. Words could not describe how unwilling he was to open his eyes in that moment so he didn’t, and instead he turned his head and pressed his lips against the brunet’s thumb, and paused for a moment. After a beat he continued, kissing the pad of the man’s forefinger, and then his middle finger, ring finger, pinky… the touches of his mouth were light and fleeting but he tried to transmit as much love as he could into the movements. Finally he let his mouth rest for a few seconds against the palm of Kurt’s hand, and let his smile grow just slightly, before letting go of the hand and turning his head away.

         For a moment his fiancé’s hand hovered before touching his face again and fingers carded through his loose hair that wasn’t gelled down—it was too late and he had already taken a shower anyways. And Kurt’s touch against his scalp was pleasant and he sighed softly out of pure contentment, finally bringing himself to open his eyes just slightly, peering up at the man before him who was looking at him with such adoration that it made something inside of him tremble. Sometimes it was crazy, utterly insane, just how much he felt he loved the man who would one day be his husband.

                                    ”Welcome home.”

                       A soft, amused laugh, and then a chaste kiss was being pressed against his lips.

                                                      ”I’m home.”

[scarletxspider-deactivated20131]

Cause Why Not?

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number

1: aggressive kiss

2: all over kiss

3: back kiss

4: cheek kiss

5: eyelid kiss

6: fingers kiss

7: firm kiss

8: first kiss

9: forehead kiss

10: french kiss

11: gentle kiss

12: ghost kiss

13: hand kiss

14: jawline kiss

15: last kiss

16: neck kiss

17: rain kiss

18: stomach kiss

19: underwater kiss

20: upside down kiss

[kurtandthecity]

"Good! Because as cute as those vocal runs of yours are, I have to tell you something   well, show, actually.”

[ Out of his bag came a rather hefty stack of wedding magazines, and he smiled ear from ear as he walked nearer to Blaine and set them down. ]

"I might have raided one or two magazine stands on the way home."

 [ Or five, but who was counting? ]

[naturalperformer]

         ”That looks like more than one or two, Kurt.”

                  Words said in jest of course, and he could feel excitement build up in his chest and tighten his throat just slightly, the beating of his heart and his pulse because every time he thought about it, it was just—amazing. That he and Kurt were getting married. So of course he twisted his body and bounced slightly on the bed as he sat on his knees instead, tossing the book he had been absently reading further up on the bed.

                           ”Don’t keep me waiting too long now.”

                                    A grin was on his face, wide and loving.

[naturalperformer]

         Fingers ghosted lightly over the spines of the CDs that he was peering through, squinting slightly as he read the titles that were printed vertically, lips pursing just so in thought and little else. The tips of the appendages traced them once, twice, thrice, before exhaling and straightening up, turning on his heel and bounding out of the room. It was easy to walk those few feet to the door that was right next to his and he knocked on the wood just beneath the gold star mounted on it, only waiting a few moments before opening the door on his own.

                  Anyways, it’s not like it really mattered that he was striding into his sister’s room. So long as she didn’t immediately say anything against it, she never really cared as long as he knocked first and he stepped into the lavishly pink room and leaned back against the door frame, tilting his head in question. While the question would definitely sound accusing he had to know--it was Daniel Radcliffe for crying out loud.

                           ”Have you seen my How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying CD, Rach? I can't find it...”

[kurtandthecity]

 ”      Knock, knock. Am I interrupting?”

[naturalperformer]

         ”Not at all! I just have a song stuck in my head.”

[naturalperformer]

[ New theme done, I don't know if I really like it but it'll do for now. Anyone want a starter, I can throw some at you? Like this post if so! ]

[naturalperformer]

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[naturalperformer]

         ”♫’Cause it’s too cold, for you here…

               So let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater… ♫”

[fragiilexarchive]

    ⊰ ♬ ;; ⊱       The blonde gave a small smile to the male, only to frown again, leaning on her okay foot, feeling the other shoot another sharp pain up her leg. This was just great, now she might have to cancel.. if she even got there on time. It wasn’t a big gig or anything, but it was something, and anything was good for her. “I’m..” She thought for  a moment, glancing at her ankle and sighing. “I’ll be fine.. ” She’d done this before.. same ankle too, but this wasn’t as bad. “I’m Lila.” She told him with a soft smile. “And really, it’s okay.. I just need to be somewhere.”

[naturalperformer]

         A furrowed crease appeared between his eyebrows as he looked down at her foot again. Clearly there was something wrong with it, and this girl probably had to see someone about it before it got any worse. Limited as his knowledge was with medical things, he knew that even a small sprain could turn into a serious break if not treated correctly. ”Are you sure? It may be best to see someone…” he said, voice trailing off for a moment. ”But if you insist, I may have to insist in return to accompany you to ensure that you don’t hurt yourself further—if that’s alright with you, of course!” Stranger danger and all that, he would understand if she would prefer he not look after her, albeit for a brief time.

[frommemetoyou]

SAY ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TO MY MUSE TO SEE HOW THEY REACT (Innuendo version)

Disclaimer: These are technically SFW, however as they are innuendos they can be interpreted however you want… have fun!

[frommemetoyou]

"It’s so big!"

"Are you sure it’s going to fit?"

"You’re being too rough."

"I’m not fragile, you don’t have to be so gentle."

"Wrong hole!"

"I’m dripping wet."

"Don’t get it in my hair."

"It won’t stop squirting."

"Bend over."

"I’m never getting on my knees for you again."

"You’re really hitting the spot."

"Yes! Yes! Oh Yes!"

"You’re going to break me."

"Are you sure two fingers is enough?"

"Take it."

"Is that it?"

"That didn’t last very long…"

"I didn’t know it would get that hard."

"Just put it in!"

"Right there."

"Who taught you how to aim?"

"Hit it really deep."

"We might as well go out with a bang."

"What’s that pressing against my back?"

"I got it in my eye."

"Harder… no, faster."

[obrien-posey-deactivated2016052]

Not only are you one of my best friends, but I was kinda hoping you’d be my best man.

[fragiilexarchive]

    ⊰ ♬ ;; ⊱       She made a face of distaste as a feeling of pain ran though her foot and made it ache. She glanced over at the male and force a slight smile. “I- … I’m okay.. I just, am stupid.” She said weakly, nodding a bit and grabbing his hand, standing up slowly, careful of her foot and she frowned, picking up her guitar which had taken a fall as well.. thankfully though it looked okay. The blonde brushed off the snow from herself with her hands before looking back up at him. "Thank you.. so not going to run anymore.”

[naturalperformer]

         Out of concern his hands still hovered even after he helped her stand up, and his eyes flickered downwards at her foot that she seemed to have hurt. Though it wasn’t really a surprise, considering that she had been running in heels… heels were already painful enough in performances, but running in heels was something else. ”You’re welcome, I’m always happy to help,” he said warmly, ”Are you sure you’re feeling alright? We should probably get you some help if you’ve hurt yourself at all… oh! I’m Blaine by the way.” Manners, manners, though really he supposed that concern took some precedent over being polite to a stranger whom he helped up.

[flapjacques]

We’re Connected

The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.