Other characters: Chaz, other members of the Ski Patrol at Silver Peak Lodge, Kodiak Valley.
Contents: Chaotic relationship dynamic
Chapter Summary: The gentle, but sharp beginning of something strange and new
Word count: 1034
Chapter Warnings: Blaine’s arrogant self, jealous Blaine, soft Blaine, brotherly vibes from Chaz 'cause I can
Chapters: | Two | Three | Four | Five | ...
Author Note! This is my first chaptered fiction of Sebastian's characters, so I hope I'm able to maintain the same level of consistency throughout the chapters. There is a mathematical scene in the third chapter; you do not need to understand what she's saying, the sole purpose of it is to show her knowledge.
The sun sinks behind the ridge like a final breath being exhaled. The sky melts into a dreamy gradient of lavender and dusky blue—the kind of light that turns everything quiet, like the whole world is holding still just before night falls. The trees wear fresh snow like icing, branches heavy, sagging in elegant lines. The ski slopes below are empty now; ghostly trails of churned powder lit only by the fading light. The last shuttle has disappeared down the mountain, leaving behind only quiet and cold.
The back porch of the staff lodge groans under Helen’s step. She leans into the railing, the old wood cool against her arms through the sleeves of an oversized jacket Blaine once tossed at her during a snowstorm. She still wears it more often than she cares to admit. Her fuzzy socks peek out from under her leggings—her favourite pair, the ones with worn soles and little snowflakes stitched at the cuffs.
She brings a mug to her lips—something hot and sweet, probably containing stolen cocoa swiped from the kitchen. Steam curls around her face as she stares up at the sky.
The slider creaks open. Boots crunch. Door shuts.
“You hidin' again?”
She doesn’t turn around. Just smiles.
“Not hiding. Just... breathing.”
Chaz steps up beside her, cigarette already between his fingers. He flicks his lighter, then offers her one out of habit.
She shakes her head with a playful glare and a cheeky smile. “Still not a fan of lung failure.”
“You’re so weird,” he mutters, tone fond and half-distracted.
Helen tilts her head, a small smile playing at her lips. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Chaz shrugs. “It’s not. Just... while you’re out here whispering to clouds, the rest of us are playing propane dodgeball. Your loss.”
“They whisper back sometimes,” she murmurs, turning back to the scenery.
Chaz blinks, then laughs shaking his head. “Okay, that’s freaky. I like it.”
From behind the frosted glass, Blaine watches. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. The way Helen’s hair catches the wind. The way she lets people in without even trying. Makes them feel warm with ease.
It’s annoying.
The porch groans again. Another pair of boots. Another gust of cold air like a warning.
Blaine steps out, sleeves rolled up like he’s trying to prove the cold can't touch him. Cigarette in hand. Irritation already locked and loaded.
“Well, well. The nerd and the burnout. How precious.”
Chaz turns, smirking. “Look who finally decided to get some fresh air.”
Blaine rolls his eyes. “This isn’t fresh. It’s frozen. Like both of your brains.”
Helen sips her drink with her hands wrapped around it savouring the warmth, unbothered by Baine's sarcastic behaviour. “Still a ray of sunshine I see, Blaine.”
“I’m not here to make your night magical,” he says, stepping up beside her, leaning his back against the frosted wooden railing. “That’s Chaz’s department, apparently.”
Chaz raises his eyebrows, amused. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, man.”
Blaine ignores him. Takes a drag. Flicks ash over the railing.
Helen doesn’t look at him but rather the greys of the snowy landscape that quickly loomed over the hills of the ski trails. “You always show up like you’re angry that the world’s still turning.”
“And yet you’re always surprised,” Blaine mutters, rolling his eyes softly as he turns around and gazes out to the bleak landscape.
Silence falls—tense, sharp around the edges, but a gentle touch of calm covered them like a thin blanket. Helen breaks the sharp, but thin layer of tension first.
“Do you ever think about the future? Like, what this place will be in twenty years?”
Chaz snorts, taking a drag. “Dust, graffiti, and lawsuits.”
Helen shakes her head. “No, I mean... actually being in the future. Like skipping the mess. Fast-forwarding past all the... noise.”
“And miss all this fun?” Blaine deadpans without blinking. “Shame.”
“You’re the loudest part of the noise,” she says, glancing at him.
He doesn’t meet her eyes. “Then maybe I’m doing everyone a favour.”
She watches him. Carefully. “You act like you hate it here.”
“That’s because I do.”
“You don’t. You hate feeling stuck. That’s different.”
The words were quick, not sharp, but firm.
He turns toward her, finally, something sharp in his stare. He takes a heavy breath. “You think you’ve got everyone figured out.”
“I don’t. Just you.”
Chaz whistles low as his eye flickered between her and Blaine. “Yikes. Okay, I’m officially uncomfortable. Gonna leave you two to your weird tension.”
He backs away into the lodge. Door sighs shut. Gone.
Snowflakes start to fall again, drifting slow. Helen sips her cocoa. Blaine’s cigarette glows faintly in the dim as he takes a puff.
She speaks again, soft but firm. “You always act like you’re supposed to be somewhere bigger. Better.”
“Maybe I am.”
She looks at him. Unshaken. But determined. “Then why are you still here?”
He doesn’t answer. Just clenches his jaw. A flicker of something uncertain in his eyes. But one he would never admit.
Helen lowers her mug, her voice barely audible. “Sometimes I feel like I’m meant for a different time. Like I belong somewhere else," she huffed a laugh before continuing again. "Somewhen else, maybe.”
He finally looks at her. Really looks. “Then maybe you should go find it.”
It’s not warm, not cold either. But honest.
She blinks, surprised. A small smile curves her lips. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
His answer is fast and automatic. “Don’t get used to it.”
She turns back toward the lodge, music now pulsing louder from inside, the vibrations of the bass from a random song playing through the floorboards into their skeletons.
“We should go in before Chaz eats everything.”
She brushes past him, leaving behind the scent of something that lingers something sweet in his nose too long. He stays where he is for a beat, then finally follows.
Cracking the door open, there was a clash of warmth and chill as he stepped inside and took in the loud music through the floorboards and his ears, watching the lights rapidly flicker different colours in different directions.
Hello again!!!can I do an ask for the episode when sebastion throws the slushie in blaines face and the reader just attacks him? (Sebastion deserved a beating for that ong) or could you write about when coach bieste first showed up and when everyone was avoiding her the reader does their best to talk to her(bieste also deserved better, shue and sue were jerks)??? THANK YOU
❥ hiii! so glad to see you on my asks again! i shall write the first option! i apologise that this is late and short and the ending is so abrupt 〒▽〒
definitely deserved
pairing: glee x gn!reader
genre: platonic, angst
warnings: light violence, light assault, sebastian being an ASSHOLE, not rlly a character x reader
word count: 1.5k
walking through the library on a monday morning was the usual routine for y/n, rummaging through books for research and song ideas. just as they took a book off a shelf, they were jump-scared by the face of a beaming rachel berry.
“holy shit, rachel. you can’t just do that to a person.” y/n scolded, placing a hand above their chest, trying to calm down their rapidly beating heart. “sorry, was wondering what you were up to. needed something to get my mind off… something.” rachel said suspiciously, looking like there was something heavy on her mind as she walked around the bookcase towards them. y/n noticed the tension but decided not to pry. “i’m just looking through some things.” the two of them made their way to the seating area, joining quinn and tina who were having a conversation.
“hey, guys.” y/n greeted, taking a seat beside the blonde. the two only smiled and waved.
y/n went through their books as the other three had their conversation before blaine came strutting into the library, singing a michael jackson classic, ‘wanna be startin’ somethin’’ alongside kurt, mercedes, santana and brittany. the four joined immediately, used to this at this point.
they all regrouped at the choir room soon enough and discussed about the first michael jackson number they’d do for the weak, planning out costumes based on some of mj’s iconic outfits.
after the rehearsal, a small part of the glee club met up after school the next day. “okay, favourite michael jackson memory. go!” blaine tells them and they all smiled. “when i was one, my mom showed me a vhs tape of his motown special, and when he did the moonwalk across the stage for the first time in history, i uttered my first words - ‘hot damn.’.” y/n grinned at the thought of a baby artie saying those words, finding it totally believable.
“i owe the king of pop a deep debt of gratitude. he’s the first one to pull off the sequined military jacket long before one kurt hummel made it iconic.” kurt boasted, “i have to be honest. i never really got him.” rachel’s words immediately caused everyone’s faces to morph into disbelief. “no way.” “and we are no longer on speaking terms.” y/n and artie share a look.
rachel quickly defends herself, saying she believed he is an amazing performer but she never really got what he was about. though these reasons did not calm them down, y/n could understand where she was coming from.
“okay, but just since you guys are so jazzed about him, i think it’s a good idea for regionals-” “that might not be the best idea.” a new voice entered the discussion and it was a voice they all dreaded. “hey, blaine. hello, everyone else.” sebastian smythe, a member of the dalton academy warblers and basically kurt’s arch nemesis. “does he live here or something? seriously, you are always here.” kurt asked incredulously, flabbergasted at the fact he showed up out of nowhere. y/n snorted before taking a sip of their drink.
artie ignored the two of them, “why don’t you think that’s a good idea?” “because we’re doing mj for regionals.” at sebastian’s words, y/n sighed into their cup before sinking further into the leather armchair they were on. “you see, warblers drew first position, so as soon as i heard what your plan was, i changed our set list accordingly.” he explained with a smug expression on his face, y/n really wanted to punch him.
“i’m sorry, how did you hear?” rachel asked, fully upset. “blaine told me this morning.” y/n’s head turned to look at blaine who only rolled his eyes at the boy, “i just called for a tip on how to get red wine out of my blazer piping, and he would not stop going on about it.” at this point, the whole group was staring at him with an accusing look.
blaine avoids their gazes, “i may have mentioned it.” “how often do you talk?” kurt’s question makes sebastian fake chuckle. “oh my god! hey, kurt! i didn’t recognise you. you are wearing boy clothes for once!” santana had enough after that. “alright, twink, i think it’s time that i show you a little lima heights hospitality.” this made y/n throw their head back against the chair in exasperation, “unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” sebastian’s comeback only makes them feel worst. y/n tuned him out as he talked even more, wanting nothing more but for him to leave and go away.
when he did, they sighed. “thank god. i thought he’d never shut up and leave. he’s like those never-ending interactive voice responses you get on automated telephone systems. he never shuts up.” y/n groaned, sitting up straight again. “we need to do something about michael.” kurt announced and they all nodded, agreeing to discuss what to do the next day.
the next day came faster than it could. everyone piled into the choir room and were complaining about the whole incident when puck suddenly spoke up about his suspicions over how blaine was still somehow a warbler. “come on, blaine’s with us. he’d never intentionally hurt our chances at winning regionals.” y/n defended, walking into the room with their sling bag, taking a seat beside blaine.
blaine gives them a grateful smile, “either way, he’s on notice as far as i’m concerned.” “we should all be on notice.” finn interrupted his best friend, trying to reason with them. “i mean, next to vocal adrenaline, the warblers are the best glee club in the state and for a lot of us, this is our last shot at a championship, so we should stop complaining about the warblers and figure out how to beat them.” finn told everyone, being the voice of reason as usual.
“i couldn’t have said it better myself, finn.” mr. schue commented, walking into the room. “i’m less worried about our set list right now, and more interested in getting us in the right mind-set to crush those guys. which is why our lesson for the week is…” with a marker, he wrote down on the whiteboard ‘wwmjd’. “what would michael jackson do?” “he’d fight back. he’d say regionals is ours. mj is ours, and if they want it, they can pry it from our sequin-gloved hand.” y/n grinned at finn and nodded along, “mhm. straight up. in 1983, mtv said they wouldn’t air his ‘billie jean’ video, what’d he do? he fought back, they aired it and the thriller album sold an additional ten million copies.” artie added and y/n only stared at him, “you’re like a michael jackson encyclopaedia.” they commented quietly, the boy held a hand to his chest. “why, thank you.” he gratefully said.
blaine smirked, “i know what michael would do. i think he would take it to the streets.” at his words, the whole room filled with excited mutters. y/n kept quiet, though. they couldn’t help but feel like something was going to go wrong with this, terribly wrong.
after the glee club dispersed, they tried to chase blaine down before he got too far away. “blaine, are you sure this is a good idea?” they asked as the two of them walked to the entrance of the school. “i’m sure it’ll be all good. we’ll show them that they’re gonna regret taking michael from us, and then we’re going to get him back.” the former warbler said excitedly before heading out the door. “god, i hope so.” y/n whispered to themselves, clutching their bag tightly.
the day of the showdown arrives quicker than they expected. they’d all agreed to wear matching leather jackets, after kurt’s persistent determination, to have some unity. it was the new directions against the warblers after all.
at the sound of santana’s snap, the rest of the group came out and they started their jackson-off. truth be told, having a dance and sing-off in an empty parking lot was a very 60s thing to do but y/n had no complaints. their only complaint was that the more the song progressed and the closer they got to the ending, they’d seen one of the warblers grab a paper bag.
y/n’s eyes widened when they realise that sebastian was going to slushee kurt. “kurt!” they yelled but blaine had thrown himself in front of the boy, getting the liquid assault instead.
blaine yelled out in agony at the impact, falling to the ground as he pressed his palms against his eyes. everyone froze but y/n couldn’t handle it anymore. “you fucking asshole!” they clenched their fist tightly and laid a hard punch against sebastian’s face, making him stumble back towards his group members. “y/n.” finn warned them, placing a hand on their shoulder to calm them down so they don’t rip their rival into shreds.
the warblers soon fled the scene with guilty looks on their faces as they helped sebastian stabilise himself and walked off. the new directions could see that his lip was bruised and his cheek was swollen when he passed by. it was easy for any of them to say, he’s definitely deserved that punch in a while.
Warnings: Mentions of Transphobia and bullying/there is that in this oneshot, if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this
Other notes: Reader is ftm trans in this, but the first part takes place before she reveals it to anyone, (M/n) means male name, for the majority of this oneshot, the reader will have he/him pronouns used. The reader also has dyslexia in this (It’s not a major plot point, but it’s mentioned a few times)
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I took a deep breath as I pulled down the zipper of my jumper that had been concealing my ‘what I don’t like about myself’ (I don’t remember what they called it) t-shirt, revealing the word ‘gender’ with an ‘I’m trans’ in brackets underneath. The whole room went silent as the rest of the Glee Club stared at me, increasing my anxiety, “I-is something wrong? Did I miss-spell something?”
“No, you didn’t (Y/n). It’s just that’s not what any of us were expecting.”
I gulped, “O-oh… so, are you guys okay with it? I don’t feel right in my body.”
“Oh please, (Y/n). You’re just doing this to get attention.”
I looked up from my feet when I heard that come from Santana’s mouth, “W-what? Listen, I know you can be a bitch sometimes, but I’m not doing this for attention. I genuinely do not feel comfortable with my body, and if any of you respect my decisions, then you’ll call me (M/n) from now on,” I spoke, feeling the tears trying to escape my eyes as I turned around, zipping my jumper back up and leaving the choir room, before remembering and turning around, “And for the record, I thought Glee Club was a place where we could be ourselves, but I see that doesn’t apply to me. Mr Schuester, I’m leaving Glee Club.” That was the last thing I said before leaving the room properly, letting the tears fall now.
I made my way to a small secluded area of greenery on the school grounds that no one else seemed to know about as I never saw anyone else there, and sat down with my back against the tree I always did, curling up in a ball and sobbing my eyes out. Eventually, I calmed down a bit, and that’s when my conversation with my mother from a few weeks prior came into my head and I pulled out my phone, went onto her contact:
‘Remember that conversation we were having a few weeks ago? I’ve made my decision. I want to transfer.’
“(M/n)?! I know you’re here!” My ears perked up at the sound of my new name, and I realised that at least someone respected my decisions and smiled sadly when I looked up to see Kurt.
“Hi.”
Instead of giving me a response, Kurt sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug, “Let it out, (M/n). You’re still fabulous to me, no matter how you choose to identify.”
“Thanks, Kurt. I’m glad I’ve got a friend in you.”
He just smiled at me and squeezed me in a tighter hug, but before he could say anything, my phone pinged. I opened it up and saw a message from my mother, “Glad you’ve made a decision. I will email now about your transfer, see you later.”
I sent a ‘see you later’ back and sighed, leaning into Kurt more, “I’m going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Of, if it does come up, then you have to say that you don’t know why, okay?”
Kurt nodded and I wiped my eyes, “I’m transferring.”
“Okay. Not what I was expecting you to say. Am I allowed to know where?”
I nodded, “Dalton Academy. Before you start saying it’s an all-boys school, my mum knows of my… change in gender, and when she does all my transfer stuff, my new name will be used, thank you again for not using my dead name.”
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“Okay. Sectionals are coming up and we need to decide what song we are going to sing. Any suggestions?”
“Mr Schuester, aren’t we missing someone?”
“Right. Unfortunately, due to your inability to accept (M/n)’s decisions, he’s transferred schools, so will not be joining us.”
“What? (Y/n) is going to be competing against us?!”
“And it’s your fault, Santana. You were the one that started all the hate off,” I decided to speak up, standing up and turning to the cheerleader.
“Excuse me, I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Lady Hummel,” she replied getting closer to me. I just raised an eyebrow, “Really? Does it look like I care? Because I don’t care whether you asked for my opinion, at least I can speak the truth, and that truth is that (M/n) has transferred to a different school because of all the hate he was getting from you.”
“If you know so much, where did she transfer to?”
“I am not allowed to reveal that information. I am indeed aware of where (M/n) transferred but I have been asked not to reveal it, and you should respect that.”
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“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” I squeaked out, helping the black-haired male up after standing up myself, the two of us having fallen over.
“It’s alright. I should have been looki-Do I know you?”
“I don’t think so. I’m (M/n). I just transferred here so I’d be surprised if you did know me,” I replied, smiling.
“Oh right. I’m Blaine. Do you need help at all?”
I shook my head, “Not at the moment, but thank you for asking. I hope that offer is going to continue to stand.”
“Of course. If you ever need help, you can come to me.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
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“So, (M/n), truth or dare?”
I let out a small chuckle, “Truth.”
“What’s your orientation? Like what are you into?”
I just blinked in confusion, “Huh?”
“He means what’s your sexuality?”
“Oh. Well, it’s complicated. The best way to put it is that I’m into guys,” I replied, trying to hide my face.
“And why is that ‘complicated’?”
“That is confidential. You don’t need to know,” I responded, “If you’ve got a problem with the fact that I’d rather keep some of my personal life private, Sebastian, then you need to think again because it’s called a ‘PERSONAL’ life for a reason.”
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“Are you nervous?”
“A little. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m completely freaking out. Look my nerves are all shot. This is my first competition performance since I transferred to Dalton, and I’m just scared I’m going to mess it up and-” I was cut off when Blaine grabbed my cheeks and kissed me. Before I could process it, he’d broken off and was apologising.
“There you two are! Positions, now. We’re on in a minute!”
Immediately, I moved away from Blaine, giving him a ‘we’ll talk about this later’ look as I dashed to the other side of the stage, making sure not to bump into anyone. I could feel myself shaking as I stood in the wings, waiting until it was time to go on stage.
“And now, please welcome to the stage, the Dalton Academy Warblers!”
I took one last deep breath, before walking on stage to the top of the set of ‘stairs’ (for lack of better word) on the stage, the rest of the Warblers taking their positions too, Blaine standing at the front of the stage. Soon it was time to start our performance, “We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.” I sang, facing the front feeling the nerves leave my body once I’d started singing.
“See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd and say "Hello",” Blaine sang as I made my way through the rest of the Warblers, walking down so that I was at the front too. We continued singing the song, thankfully me not forgetting any of my words or movements on the stage and soon we got to the ending, “Oh, oh-oh. I got tired of waiting,” I sung as Blaine and I were now standing not facing each other at the front of the stage.
“Wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said…” Blaine sang as I got out of the grip he’d previously had on me as I turned to face him, “‘Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think’. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said.”
“‘Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you, and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say yes.”
“Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh.”
“'Cause we were both young when I first saw you,” I sang the final line looking Blaine directly in the eye. Once we were off stage, I released the breath I didn’t realise I was holding and wracked my hands through my short hair, trying to calm myself down. That’s when I felt a tap on the shoulder and I turned around to see Blaine standing there, an apologetic look on his face, “(M/n). I’m sorry about what happen-” I cut him off, “Don’t apologise. Just a question. What would you do if I asked you to kiss me again?”
His head shot up and he looked me directly in the eye, probably looking for any signs of hesitation. I waved a hand in front of his face, “Am I going to get an answer?”
“It depends, are you going to ask me to kiss you?”
I rolled my eyes, “Kiss me?”
Instead of a verbal response, Blaine just grabbed my upper arms and pulled me closer to him, kissing me, before breaking off, “There’s your answer. If you asked me to kiss you, I’d do it.”
I smiled, “That makes me happy to hear because I might just ask you to do it again,” I smirked, booping him on the nose, “And for the record, I like you romantically. I’m not just trying to get you to kiss me for the fun of it.”
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I’m just going to leave this here… I probably could add more, but ehh
I'm on the verge of finishing glee, and honestly I just can't help but write another Blaine fic, because I'm utterly convinced that (with the exception of Jeon Jungkook) Darren Criss as Blaine Anderson is the love of my life.
🦋 Blaine Anderson x fem!! reader,, trigger warnings: none.
Blaine twirls you in his arms and captures your lips in a kiss, as your name echoes along the auditorium. “as for the final name on our list, miss y/n l/n! And there you have it folks, those are your graduates for this year.”
Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and he's holding you so tight. “I'm so happy, oh y/n, we're going to spend the rest of our college days together.”
You can't muster out words, so you manage to nod whilst being clamped in his embrace, the tassel of his cap tickling your forehead.
“The rest of my days with the love of my life. What more could I ask for?” whispered Blaine rhetorically, as Sam and Tina joined the hug.
“We're moving to New York together!” said the blonde excitedly as all the new graduates threw their caps in the air.
Well, you tried to throw yours too, but by the way you were sandwiched between Blaine and Sam, it would be impossible to without giving either one of them, if not both, a bruise. So you smiled and kissed Blaine's forehead instead.
“We're graduates now, sweetheart.”
“We are, aren't we?”
Every single day, was pure unadulterated bliss. The type of happiness that made your skin hot, and eyes sparkle. And the root of your smiles, was one Blaine Devon Anderson.
Even today, just like every other day since arriving at the Big Apple; you woke up with his arms around you, and your head against his chest. Throughout the night, he held you so closely and delicately, it almost made you cry at how gentle he was.
And nothing beat waking up to his warmth and soft sighs in the morning. Because another thing you adored about New York, or rather, the apartment you lived in, was that the shades were right above your bed. And every single day, the sun would hit his eyes just right, and his hazel irises would be illumined to look gorgeously alluring.
“I'm the luckiest guy ever, you know?” he whispered, as the sleep slowly wore off, and he turned to face you.
“I think I'm the luckiest girl.”
“Maybe that's why we're made for each other. Because we're both so lucky.”
“oh yeah? Blaine, love, as much as I'd love to sing "Lucky" with you right now, we have to get ready for school.”
He chuckled softly and began folding the blankets as you smoothed the sheets. “Alright we'll just sing it on the way out, then.”
And thus began the steady morning routine you and Blaine had gotten used to. With Sam and Tina in the next room, you had to be quiet.
Blaine twirled you around as you chose a dress and pressed a kiss to your neck, before turning away to make you coffee and pancakes.
“You know, I would serve you breakfast in bed. But I just, don't want to get out of bed if you're still in it. I'd much rather be holding you in my arms.” he confessed, as he handed you the mug.
You accepted it gratefully and sat down to eat with him.
Another rule of yours and his, was that no matter how hectic life got, or how early you had to wake up, breakfast would be eaten together.
“I've actually always dreamed of starting my day with breakfast with you.” and ever since he heard that, Blaine promised you he'd always make time to share his first meal of the day with you.
“Good morning lovebirds” said Sam, as his bedhead and blue eyes lidded with sleep emerged to view. “Tina's still sleeping, she doesn't have classes today”
Blaine nodded and downed his coffee before pulling you along with him.
“We'll be late” he said with a small smile, as his hands found yours. The cold air of the New York morning filled with hope and possibility made you smile even wider, and Blaine's words were caught in his throat.
God, he lived to see your smile. He really did.
“It's okay right? That I'm in most of your classes? You don't find it weird or anything?”
“Why would I?” you eyed him and leaned over to peck his cheek. “I'm going to spend all day with the love of my life. What's there to not like?”
Blaine looked relieved as a slow grin spread over his face. In truth, he had been thinking about it for the longest of times. Would you find him clingy? Would you hate him for constantly wanting to spend time with you?
But here you were, just as excited as he was. You shone with radiance next to him, and for the first time in his life, he knew he had never been more sure of anything as he was with you.
“Hey, we uh, didn't get to sing "lucky" back there in the apartment...”
“We didn't, but who's to say we can't now?”
In class, the NYADA lecturers were tough, but having Blaine's presence was comforting, and the thought of him being able to protect you, or help if you were ever stuck, made a huge impact.
“Alright class, find a partner. We're going to be doing ballroom dancing!”
With a comfortable ease, Blaine pulled you into his arms and fit his hands around your waist. “Remember that one time when I told you girls have beautiful bodies?”
And still, he made you blush with his charming words. Boistered by your reaction, he continued as he expertly twirled you around according to the demonstration. “Yeah, well, you have the most beautiful body of them all.”
You didn't trust your voice, and instead flashed him a shy smile. The dance ended, and your NYADA professor sauntered up to the two of you. “Good work”
“Yeah we make a really great team.” said Blaine softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Beautiful.
Walking home together in the comfortable silence was also another part of the day you looked forward to. Especially when your hands were interlocked together, and the soft smile on his face was a reflection of yours.
Today however, Blaine was unusually jittery. “I love waking up next to you every single morning.”
“I do too, but what's all this about?”
“I don't know. I just, had the urge, you know? To tell you how I truly feel about you. I love the smell of your body wash and the radiance of your smile. I love the way you walk, when you're trying to slow down because I pace slower. I love how you help me pick out a bow-tie every single morning, and laugh when you help me put it on. Similarly, I love the way you pull it off of me in the evening. I love the way you glance at me from over your shoulder and the way that small part of your nape was just made for me to kiss.”
By now, you were a bewildered, flustered mess. But Blaine had the most earnest eyes. He was never afraid of intimacy. With you? He craved it.
“And y/n, damn, I just, love you so much I never believed in soulmates, but when I look at you, I really do.”
Blaine then reached into his pocket to find a ring. Getting down on one knee, your breath hitched as his eyes gleamed up at you.
“when I first met you at McKinley, I was lost. I was broken and hopeless. But I guess it's true when they say you have to lose something to gain another better one.”
“Y/n, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I fell in love with you, it's almost as if my soul was trying to tell me it finally felt whole.”
“It's almost as if we were made for each other, because that's how perfectly we fit. I know we were lovers in all our past lives, but I'm so glad to have found you early in this one; because all I've ever wanted to do...
Is spend my life loving you.”
Tears were streaming down your face as the world seemed to have stopped spinning.
“Will you marry me?”
Before he could even finish talking you launched yourself on him, pushing him to the ground beneath you. Not caring where you were, not caring who was there.
“Yes yes yes yes yes, I'll keep saying yes for as long as I can” you whispered as he chuckled beneath you, and helped you up.
Suddenly, music filled the street as the glee club, and the Warblers emerged and burst into song with their own rendition of "Marry me".
And although their voices were beautiful, you couldn't help but listen to something even better; the soft promises of Blaine Anderson as he swore to make you happy for the rest of eternity.
And frankly, did you ever have any doubt?
That night, after all the parties and congratulations from your friends, you leaned over him “Hi” you said softly. His eyes fixated on yours and he smiled at you fondly. “Hi babe.”
You laughed slyly and pulled him closer to you by his famous bow-tie. “Shall we remove this first, or only leave it on for the rest of the night?
Your bold words earned you a smirk from him. “You're an expert at turning me on, aren't you?”
hey! could i possibly request a blaine one shot where the reader is another girl working on the ski patrol with blaine and they absolutely hate each other, but one day they get stuck in a snowstorm during work and end up lost for a few days? and during those few days they just get more and more lied up with each other until they just end up hate-fucking our in the open? it can end however, but i’ve been dying for some blaine action🥰🥰thank you💕
Thank you so much nonnie! I enjoyed writing this so much. I hope you enjoy it too!
Warnings: Fat Shaming, smut, slight bullying.
If there are any misspellings I’m sorry! I wrote this all on tumblr and didn’t get a time to proofread it in a different document.
Ice, Ice, Baby.
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You walked to the cafe for hot chocolate at seven o’clock in the morning to prepare for your shift. It wasn’t easy being on ski patrol, that’s for sure.
Dads always tried hitting on you while you were trying to watch their wives kids struggle to learn the most basic of skiing. You just nodded in agreement and smiled a little to get through the conversations. Wouldn’t wanna get written up for being “rude” to a paying member of the resort. It wasn’t always so bad, some of the dads were kind of cute, and they always tipped well if you just did the bare minimum of looking good and reacting to their advances. You weren’t even supposed to get tipped, but that didn’t stop them. However, you didn’t enjoy watching their wives glare at you around dinner time. You could always feel their eyes burning into the back of your head.
Although you absolutely loathed the attention from the dad’s (besides the occasional tip), there was one reason why you absolutely dreaded going to work every day.
Blaine. You could say he was the Blaine of your existence. Shitty dad jokes always crept into your head due to how much time you end up spending with them.
You had tried being nice the first couple of weeks into the job, only to be met with incredible amounts of misogyny and downright assholeishness. God, you hated him. It was so unlike you to hate anyone, but the kid was ruthless.
He always made nasty remarks about the way you look, whether it was your facial features or your weight, he had it covered. Even though he always tried to get his friends to join in on the action, they never did. Everyone else liked you at the resort. Blaine was the only problem.
You made your way up to your snowmobile, tredging in the deep snow with your backpack and snow shoes on. You secured your hot chocolate and your backpack before riding it all the way up to your post. The post wasn’t too bad by itself. It was close to a nearby cabin in case of emergencies, stocked with food, with working water and electricity to last for up to a month. Even longer if it was less than 4 people.
You finally arrived at your post, hoping Blaine wouldn’t be there yet.
He was.
Fuck.
“You’re looking plump today y/n, more than usual. Must be from all the hot chocolate you’ve been drinking” he said laughing to Chaz. Chaz just rolled his eyes under his sunglasses. You could tell.
“Ha ha Blaine, you’re so original. It’s not like I’ve heard that one before yesterday. Or the day before that. Or the day before that.”
“Yeah, well I think saying it everyday is a good reminder. Maybe I’ll see you in the resort gym one day because of it.”
“Why? Is it cause ya wanna see my tits bounce in a sports bra? Get ya all hot and bothered?”
Blaine just gritted his teeth in response. You could tell he wanted to say something, but didn’t cause he didn’t want to give you the wrong idea. Or the right idea.
Blaine always had a pretty girl on his arm. You doubt he was attracted to you, but you say those things because it shuts him up every time.
You bundled up extra today. The news said there was a possibility of a snow storm, but it was highly unlikely. Still, the wind chill was extremely cold today, making you double up on the clothes underneath your snow suit. You wore a beanie, mittens, and a scarf too, just in case.
You and Chaz chatted for a while, Blaine giving you resentful side glances and a few eye rolls here and there to show his detest towards your interaction. God, what was his fucking problem?
At about noon, Chaz took his lunch, leaving you and Blaine alone for at least a half an hour.
Silence filled the mountains. Barely anyone was out on the slopes due to the potential storm coming, but that didn’t stop your job from making you go out anyways.
The silence was broken with a call from the walkie talkies. It was your manager, Janice.
“Get off the slopes, news just confirmed one of the worst snow storms to hit this side of the mountain in three years. I repeat ge-“
The walkie talkies went silent. The wind began to pick up, starling both you and Blaine. You acted quickly, knowing this could be a life or death situation. You both hopped on your snowmobiles to get to the cabin nearby. Unfortunately, Blaines wasn’t working. You quickly shouted “Get on!” Reluctantly, Blaine hopped on the back of your snowmobile. Thank god it was his snowmobile that wasn’t working. You’re not so sure Blaine would’ve rescued you if it was your snowmobile that died and not his.
You reached the cabin just in time, the snow finally picking up with the wind. You quickly grabbed the keys from your snowmobile and stuck them in the front door.
“Hurry! Jesus Christ we’ll die at this rate!”
“I’m trying asshole! Stop yelling at me!”
The door finally swung open. You and Blaine rushed inside, aggressively slamming the door behind you and locking it.
Both catching your breath while clutching onto your things, you made eye contact.
Of course you thought.
Of course I’m stuck with the one goddamn person who hates me in the middle of one of the biggest snowstorms of the decade.
Blaine didn’t hold back what he was thinking.
“Great, I’m stuck with Fat Albert with minimal supplies. We’ll be out of food by tomorrow.”
You scowled at him snd stood up.
“THAT’S IT. First of all, I’m not fat. Second off, even if I was, that is none of your goddamn business to make comments on it. I have fat on my body. Just because I’m not the twink of the century like you doesn’t mean I should be degraded for it. We are stuck here for god only knows how long. If you just shut up I’m sure we can make it through this. But you’ve got to stop being such a fucking asshole to me all the time.”
Blaine just stood there and rolled his eyes again at your response. At least he didn’t open his loud mouth.
Such a fucking drama queen.
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As the sun began to set, your stomach started to growl, loudly. You resisted eating all day due to Blaines comments, but you knew you had to eat at some point.
You gathered the courage to make your way into the kitchen to look around.
Thank god they keep this up to date regularly.
There were tons of cans of different soups, ravioli, spaghetti, fruits and vegetables, and non-perishables that would keep you sustained for a long time. Especially with only two people being in the cabin.
You decided to microwave some of the ravioli. Just as you opened the microwave door, it shut again with a hand directly planted on the glass.
“Well well well, what do we have here? Is two ton Tony looking for a little snack?” Blaine said in a mocking tone.
“Fuck off Blaine. It’s dinner time, I’m hungry and I know you are too. You just haven’t eaten yet to prove a damn point and humiliate me. Now if you don’t shut up I will eat all the food and make sure you starve to death.”
He grimaced at your response and walked to a cupboard to look for food of his own. Thank god. You swore you were five seconds away from giving him a swift punch to the face.
You both ate your dinners in separate rooms. You didn’t want to interact with each other more than you had to.
After a few more hours of existing in separate rooms, you decided you wanted to fall asleep for the night. You casually walked into the bedroom, having absolutely no pajamas to change into, you figured you would either sleep with the clothes you had on or just sleep in your underwear. There were enough blankets to keep you warm if you did end up choosing the latter. As you walked into the room you noticed something horrible.
There was only one bed.
How could this even be possible? There were supposed to be four, as most times three to four people were on ski patrol.
Then you remembered three out of the four beds were taken out two months ago, as they were desperately disgusting. The shipments for the new beds hadn’t come in yet, figuring a situation like this wouldn’t even happen at all.
Go figure.
You decided since you got to the bedroom first, you’d have the bed. Fuck Blaine, he’d been an asshole to you the entire time you’ve known him, he can sleep on the damn couch.
You began to strip, thinking it was wise not to smell up the two sets of clothes you had to last you for god only knows how long.
You ended up sleeping in a bra and underwear. Normally you wouldn’t have even worn the bra, but considering Blaine was in the building and you couldn’t lock the bedroom door, you figured it was the safest bet.
As you crawled into bed you heard footsteps heading towards the bedroom.
Here we go.
Blaine entered, looking just as bewildered as you did when you found out there was only one bed.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
You ignored his comment, simply rolling over under the covers.
He stormed over to the bed and ripped the blanket off, revealing your half-naked body in the process.
You became infuriated.
“Hey!!! Do you fucking mind!” You said screaming and grabbing for the blanket.
Blaine stood there in a daze for several seconds, not expecting to see as much as he was planning on seeing.
Thank god I had my bra on.
You expected Blaine to have a comeback to seeing your body. Something about a beached whale ending up in the bed, or anything along those lines. Surprisingly, he didn’t. He had nothing to say at all. He just turned around and slammed the door behind him.
What the fuck was his issue? Whatever it was, he better fix it fast. Your patience was running thin, and it was only day one.
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Several days had gone by, and the snowstorm wasn’t slowing down at all.
Blaine had ignored you at all costs. If he had to interact with you, he always made some snide comment under his breath. This somehow pissed you off even more. At least before you didn’t have to guess what he was thinking, he said it directly to your face. Now, you had no clue what he was saying about you. God it made your blood boil.
It was around lunchtime again when you saw him. You had chosen to eat chicken noodle soup that day, as you had been colder that day compared to most others.
On your way out of the kitchen, you bumped into Blaine.
You heard him make a comment under his breath again, something alone the lines of “.......fucking bitch.......where you’re goin.”
You had had enough.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
He was taken aback by your abrasiveness. Nonetheless, he still had a response to your question.
“I said, watch where the hell you’re going you fucking bitch.” He enunciated slowly, in a condescending manner.
You were done.
“I’ve had enough of this fucking bullshit Blaine. Why the hell do you hate me so much? What the hell did I ever do to you?”
“Your looks have insulted me from the day I met you. I learned all that I needed to know by just looking at you.”
Out of no where, you decided to shove him. You shoved him so hard he hit the wall behind him.
He looked confused and offended.
“Did you just shove me?”
“I don’t know, did I just shove you? Or did you trip over your enormous fucking ego?”
Blaine stood up tall and pinned you to the wall.
He looked you dead in the face, his eyes piercing into you with anger and something else...
You returned his stare, hopefully having the same effect on him that he was having on you.
After staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, Blaine kissed you, hard.
You resisted, you resisted so much but your head didn’t have anywhere to go. After a few seconds you gave into the kiss, slowly moving your lips with his. You hated to admit it, but his lips were so soft. It was like kissing clouds surrounding the gates to heaven.
Finally, Blaine pulled back and began staring into your eyes once more. Again, you lept at each other. You grabbed his hair and the side of his face, while he grabbed your hair and your ass to hike up your leg against his hip. Your lips were on each other in no time, sucking and pulling on both his lips and his tongue.
God you were so turned on.
You hated that he made you feel this way but fuck if he wasn’t good. He felt so goddamn good.
He hoisted you up against the wall, your legs wrapping around his hips as you continued to aggressively make out like the two horny twenty-one-year-olds you were. After kissing for five minutes straight, Blaine put you down so you could both remove your pants.
You spoke first “We don’t tell anyone about this.”
Blaine just nodded in agreement, eager to put his cock inside of you.
He hoisted you up against the wall for a second time, wasting no time shoving his cock into your pussy.
“Ohhhh fuck Blaine... go slow go slow...”
You also hated to admit it, but he wasn’t lacking in at least one department.
He smirked, knowing it was too much for you in such a short amount of time.
“What’s wrong y/l/n, can’t get fucked right either?”
“Maybe if you fucked me better I wouldn’t have to complain so much.”
All the talking had allowed time for your pussy to become soaked. Blaine could feel how wet you were. He also noticed how tight you were.
“Fuck, your pussy has been this tight the entire time and you never told me?”
“Oh Jesus Christ just shut up and fuck me before I change my mind Blaine.”
That’s all he needed to hear. He also took it upon himself to take that as the cue to go as fast as he needed to.
He started pumping in and out of you at a rapid pace, making absurdly loud slapping noises in the process.
You couldn’t help but moan into his neck, his name on your lips every ten seconds.
He loved hearing his name come out of your mouth like that. In all honesty, Blaine has wanted to fuck you since the day he met you. He suppressed that lust with crude comments, hoping the feelings would subside. Guess that didn’t work out too well.
“Yeah you like that baby? Huh? Like that I’m fucking your pretty pussy?”
“Oh god yes Blaine! Fuck me harder!”
He wasted no time, pounding into you as fast and as hard as he could. You couldn’t help but let your eyes roll in the back of your head as he fucked you so good you thought you were about to see God himself.
Blaine loved seeing you like this, drained by him fucking you relentlessly. In fact, he loved it so much he felt the need to repress his feelings once again, which would be his last effort in trying to do so.
“I still fucking hate you, oh god, oh fuck.”
You looked at him, dead in the eyes, and said “Bold words coming from a man who’s cock is in me.”
All he could do was smile, going in for another kiss while he continued to plow you.
Both of your moans filled the cabin, screaming with no shame, knowing for a fact no one would hear you.
You felt a tight coil forming in your lower stomach, causing you to hold onto Blaine’s shoulders tighter.
Blaine took it upon himself to whisper more comments in your ear as you reached your climax together.
“Goddamn right you’re gonna cum on my cock. This is my pussy. No one else gets to touch it, just me. Cum for me baby, you can do it.”
You both screamed as you came, Blaine unintentionally spilling his seed into you. Thank god you remembered to bring your birth control pill.
Just as you two were coming down from your high, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye.
Not something, but someone.
It was Chaz.
You hadn’t noticed while you were fucking, but the snow had cleared up enough just for a one person rescue party. Chaz had come in just moments ago. However, he didn’t say anything. He really didn’t have anything to say. He was stunned.
As you both stared at Chaz, you were the first to speak.
Warnings: Brains, clingyness, fluff, zombies, very small mention of alcohol, this probably not making any sense
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Y/n awoke to an empty bed. It was cold, and though the cold didn’t bother her zombie skin, it still nipped at her. She winced as her feet hit the cold floor, walking over to their drawer and pulling out socks as well as one of Blaine’s shirts. Slipping both on, she slowly walked to the main room of The Scratching Post.
Hungry eyes watched Blaine and Don E feast on whoever’s brains they were feasting on. She eyed their meal jealously. Sure, she probably should’ve been asleep, but it was valentines day at 4 am. Why was Don E sharing a meal with Blaine when it could’ve been her? Did her boyfriend just favor his best friend and business partner more?
Her pondering led to her being caught. Don E spotted her first, and the loud person he is when he’s drunk revealed it fast. “Eyy Y/n! Come have a seat cutie!”
Blaine’s eyes snapped over to where Don was shouting, smiling upon his girlfriend. “Ah, hello my love. What a pleasant surprise. Would you care to join us?”
“Uh...sure I guess.” She sat down on Blaine’s lap, taking a handful of the brain and melting into his embrace. Her boyfriend continued talking to Don E about business and about the zombie and the human at the lab who made it clear they had it out for him. That was what spiked Y/n’s interest. Just who was this zombie and why would they want her Blaine dead?
She couldn’t ask her question because she knew Blaine would brush it off. He wouldn’t lie to her, but he would ignore some of her questions because he knew that if it was the wrong answer from what he wanted to hear, she would make him take her with him everywhere. She was that concerned for his safety.
The brain was long gone by now. Blaine tried to beg Y/n to go back to bed, but she refused, clinging to him and telling him she just wanted to be with him for a bit. He couldn’t argue, nor escape her inhumanly strong grip, so he groaned and allowed her to stay for a bit longer.
Who knew “a bit” could turn into “until I go to bed”? Well Blaine didn’t. He only realized that when Y/n wouldn’t move. At. All. She refused again and again, just begging for him to let her stay. Finally, Don E said he was just gonna head to the office and finish some work for Blaine.
Blaine, knowing all three of them had no need to sleep, looked over to Y/n with a raised eyebrow. They were zombies for goodness sake, with sleep being unnecessary, why did Y/n want him to sleep? It didn’t matter. Because who could argue with their girlfriend when she was tired and knew exactly what she wanted?
She got up and grabbed his hand, leading him to their temporary room in the hub. Y/n lied down on the bed, smiling when Blaine’s, now shirtless, chest pressed against her back. “Y/n...” He managed to whisper, the drowsiness catching up to him.
“Yes?”
“Are you mad at me?”
She didn’t speak for a few seconds. Worry struck Blaine’s body. It wasn’t new to him, having Y/n be mad at him. He was loyal and they didn’t fight often, but she did have reasons, and reasons he understood. “A little. I was a bit upset that you ate with Donald rather than waking me up.”
“I’m sorry Y/n... You were asleep, you looked so peaceful...but I understand. I should’ve woken you up or just not eaten with him at all...it is Valentines Day after all... Is that why you’re so mad?”
“Yeah...any other day it would’ve been okay...I’m sleepy.”
Blaine chuckled and pinched her sides, grinning even more at her giggles of shock. “Well, would you be my valentine?”
“But I’m sleeeepyyy.”
“Fine. Would you be my ‘sleeeepyyy’ Valentine?”
Y/n let out a noise of confirmation, moving back into him as a sign that she wanted to be cuddled more. His hand moved up and down her arm in a soothing motion. It lulled her to sleep quite easily. Blaine’s eyes shut soon after, cuddling closer to Y/n with a smile on his face.
Warnings: language, bad sexual innuendos... basically it's street harassment.
A/N: Thank you to @prunes-said-bucky for this and all the amazing prompts you've been gifting to HBC! Also - thank you to my dear heart, who helped with the characterization and some of the colorful language choices. You know who you are. Love ya!
For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Quarantine extended Drunk Drabbles, I proudly present to you....
This asshole.
"Hey sweetcheeks!"
You stopped in your tracks in spite of yourself. Normally you would just keep going in spite of a catcaller, but this combination of word choice and bravado had you curious over who this could possibly be. Turning toward the voice, you narrowed your eyes and cocked your head to the side at the sight of him.
He might have been handsome, if he hadn't been a thawed-out neanderthal.
Actually, that might be insulting to neanderthals.
"Were you addressing me?"
He barked out a short laugh that was echoed by his cohorts. "Yeah, sugar, I'm talking to you. Why are you rushing away? You could have a good time with us."
"Being in a rush implies I'm on my way to a prior engagement," you replied, raising an eyebrow and making a conscious effort to use big words in the hopes it might confuse him. "If you'll excuse me..."
"Can't let you go yet, dollface. Did you not hear?" He folded his arms across his chest, looking irritatingly smug. "I'm a PPI."
You couldn't help but bite. "What's that?"
A smarmy smile spread across his face. "Personal Pussy Inspector."
For a moment, there was no sound. You stared at him, and he stared back - until you burst out laughing.
"Oh my goodness, did you come up with that all on your own? That's almost clever!"
Now his face betrayed his confusion, and his irritation at the muffled laughter of his pals behind him.
You walked up closer to him, clapping him firmly on his shoulder. "Watch your delivery, and you just might find someone to fall for that line. Now... I'm late to meet my," you smirked and stepped away, "inspector."
Stifling your giggles, you turned and walked away, but you couldn't help laughing out loud again as you heard him yelling at his friends as they all failed to hold in their raucous hilarity.
