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[ticklishblaine]

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I sent you another one! Hope it works!

Oh I know, I just meant I got the same error message. hehe. I guess a lot of people flooded that link too and googledocs couldn't handle it. Thanks again anyways (:

[ticklishblaine]

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Same thing. :/ Thanks though!

[stormclouds-maygather]

You are beautiful! Have a nice day!

aw thank youu!! you're beautiful too, and enjoy your day as well!! :D

[tortillastardust]

i ran out of asks, but i got your addresses! :D

thank thank

[raggedyoptimist]

Tag, you're it! The rules are to state 5 random facts about yourself. Then go to ten favorite blogs and tell them they are it! :)

ahhh, I'm a little late in answering this, sorry! okay, let's see:

1. In life, I aspire to be John Green.

2. I have daily breakdowns over darren's eyelashes.

3. Do not ask me to pick a favorite quote. I might just throw up on you because THAT IS NOT A DECISION THAT CAN BE MADE.

4. My life has just become a countdown to the thor 2 trailer. I'M SO EXCITED/ AND I JUST CAN'T HIDE IT

5. I don't drink coffee (and by some weird twist of fate I've still survived my finals last year. Midterms this year - with infinitely more work than last year- are fast approaching though. wish me luck!!).

[looselipssnkships]

☢

☢ - most embarrassing moment 

Oh man, this one's hard.  I can't really think of the most embarrassing one right now, but one time, at Halloween, I complimented a girl in the hallway on her awesome ninja costume.

She was wearing a niqab.

[thelandofchristopherarchive]

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turquoise *u*

[nosenuzzling]

The Smell of Comfort

Based on this post. Set right after the break-up.

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Rachel is gone. He’s the only one there, which is why he allows himself this moment of weakness. Kurt prides himself on being strong and being able to take care of things himself. When he was being bullied, he didn’t seek out help. When his dad was in the hospital he didn’t want others to offer their temporary fixes. He’s always felt like people aren’t actually doing these things for him but to make themselves feel better, like they have to comfort him, because it’s expected.

His old dresser-his parents’ old dresser-is still back in Lima. It was too big to send to New York, so Kurt makes do with his closet and an older dresser he bought at a secondhand store. It works, but right now he needs the dresser that’s sitting in his old bedroom, thousands of miles away. I needs to open that old drawer that smells like his mother. He wants to lay down on the floor and let the scent envelope him, so he can imagine his mother is there to hold him and comfort him. She always had this way of making him feel safe, like everything would eventually work itself out, and that smell is the only thing that brings back a feeling of calm when Kurt feels like everything in the world is falling apart.

The ache for that comfort is so strong he feels the prickle of tears at the corners of his eyes. But he doesn’t want to cry. He’s cried so much because of Blaine and he’s sick of it. Once he starts crying, it’s so hard to stop. It’s like there’s a dam blocking his tears, and the dam holds very well. But the second Kurt takes that dam down and allows even just a few tears past, everything will break and the flood will come rushing through.

He doesn’t want to deal with that anymore.

Kurt lays down on the floor next to his bed, thinking that even though it’s not nearly the same, maybe he can imagine her scent. So he closes eyes and breathes in deep. 

He actually thinks it’s working. The constant twist in his stomach that has been keeping him from eating starts to loosen. He can picture the scent so clearly, bringing back memories of being held tight, being told “I love you,” feeling safe and secure. Like he has a sense of belonging. That scent that is a little bit sweet, a little bit musky and almost almost he can imagine the ghostly scent of raspberries…

But wait. His mother didn’t smell of raspberries. His mother smelled of sweet pea.

Kurt opens his eyes and look to his right, under the bed. There’s something there. A lump of cloth and Kurt reaches out to take it, curious, because he never puts his clothes on the floor. 

Just as his hand closes around it and he pulls it out from under the bed, he realizes what it is. Blaine left his jacket there. Kurt lays there on the floor, staring at the jacket like he doesn’t know what to do with it. He wasn’t imagining his mother’s scent, how stupid can he be? He was smelling Blaine. That comfort of being held by Blaine, whispers of “I love you” from Blaine, feeling safe and secure because when he kisses Blaine he knows he’s found the place he belongs, which is with Blaine Devon Anderson.

The twist in his stomach is back. He brings the jacket up to his face and breathes in deep. This is what Blaine smells like. This is what comfort smells like. 

The dam breaks. Laying there on the floor, gripping a jacket that belongs to the person who broke his heart, the same person who he needs the most, Kurt cries. The tears spill hot down the sides of his face and his heart feels like it's shredding. How is it possible that Blaine is simultaneously the person who he hates and the person who misses the most right now?

He doesn't stop crying till he falls asleep there on the floor. He doesn't stop hugging the jacket either.