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Blainson McDerson. Foto actual.
Blainson McDerson
Género: Masculino. Orientación sexual: Homosexual. Descripción: Tímido, "pero cuando entro en confianza parezco puta de barrio", es una persona rara. Tiempo en Fakeland: - Razón: Quería saber cómo era ser otra persona. Extra: Su lema es "la vida es corta, así que putea lo que quieras." URL de Facebook: https://facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009308334344
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I barely read Glee fic and I loved every second of that one. And I didn’t even watch GA beforehand. I do now tho.
Honestly, if you're going to ship Blaine with a non-Glee character, than it should be Jackson Avery, because he is played by one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. *dreamy sigh*
Fic: This Is The World We Live In (And These Are The Hands We're Given) [Heart Conditions]
Fic: This Is The World We Live In (And These Are The Hands We're Given)
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Word Count: 2600+
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Arizona Robbins, Calliope Torres, Owen Hunt, Jackson Avery, and a dash of Mark Sloan
Author: Lissa/GlassParade (aka Glitterdammerung on Tumblr)
Author's Note: Happy Birthday, Katrinabug! This fic follows on from 'Collective Intelligence' and is the second 'episode' of the second season of 'Heart Conditions'. The title is from 'Land of Confusion' by the rock group Genesis, although while writing this story I preferred to listen to the cover by Katzenjammer and you should, too.
Fic: Collective Intelligence (A 'Heart Conditions' fic)
Fic: Collective Intelligence (A 'Heart Conditions' fic)
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Word Count: 2100+
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Arizona Robbins, Calliope Torres
Author: Lissa/GlassParade (aka Glitterdammerung on Tumblr)
Author's Note: So Katrina is having a kind of rollercoaster week and I thought maybe I could give her a cheering up present in the form of our favorite crossover crack. Picking up where the 'End of a Fraying Rope' arc left off, I believe this story officially opens season two of the 'Heart Conditions' 'verse, and it is the first half of a two part arc.
Hummingbird Heartbeat || Blainson
Blaine had no idea why he had typed that. But... he was so stupid and he had no regrets considering that Carson actually was coming over. He smiled and then looked at himself. God, Adler was right, that was so blunt. He bit his lip and then ran a hand through his hair. This was going to be so dumb. As Blaine heard the door be knocked on, he smiled and quickly got up. Wait, should he put on a shirt. He grabbed a vee-neck and then smiled, knowing exactly what he was going to do. As he answered the door, he held the shirt in his hand. "Hey, you got here faster than I expected." He opened the door and smiled and kissed his boyfriend before pulling him into the dorm.
"So New York? Gosh, that's so sad. We won't be able to see each other for a week!" Blaine sat down on his bed and looked up at his boyfriend, about to put his shirt on over his head. "Definitely going to miss you. But I mean, we can hang out today and have our last day with a big bang, if you want." Oh god, if only Theo heard him right now. This was just SAD and embarrassing.
Ficlet: Better Days (a 'Heart Conditions' story)
Jackson wakes up in the middle of the night. He wants to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, but he’s nervous about running into Blaine. In his own apartment. He’s aware of how ridiculous this sounds. It's been two months since...since that scene on the catwalk. Since they broke up but didn't. They see each other at work – more than should be expected, since Arizona keeps pulling Jackson onto her service. (like her motives aren't transparent at all) It shouldn't be awkward, should it? They weren't...dating. It wasn't a thing. Or rather, it was a thing, but not that kind of thing. So it ended. It's the kind of thing that happens all the time. Especially at Seattle Grace Mercy West. Jackson's pretty sure the hospital's found a way to harness all of the pent-up anger and sexual tension that simmers in the surgical wing and they use it to power the MRI unit. It's just that, you know, he misses Blaine. He didn't see that coming. Basically, he's trapped in his room and thirsty because his ex-something is maybe out there in the kitchen and Jackson both does and doesn't want to run into him. Why is he here, anyway? It's like he's always here. And April isn't like Arizona, she's doesn't play matchmaker, doesn't really meddle. Blaine isn't malicious, he wouldn't be over here all the time just to torment Jackson – in fact, they pretty much spend all of their time holed up in April's room as if Blaine doesn't want to run into Jackson.
So that means Blaine's here because he and April want to hang out together. But again, why? He moved in with his stupid tall jock boyfriend a month ago, is there already trouble in paradise? Do they argue all the time? Is the sex not as good as they were hoping? Is Blaine okay? Is the jock one of those kinds of assholes who...is Blaine okay? After a good deal of tossing and turning, Jackson finally gives in and pads out to the kitchen in an effort to escape his wildly spinning thoughts. Sure enough, Blaine is leaning against the counter with a mug of tea in hand. He gives Jackson a weary smile that makes his heart stutter, just a little, and then he's pushing a glass across the counter. “I heard you moving around. I know you haven't been in bed long so I thought you might be thirsty...” Blaine trails off, abruptly staring down into his mug of chamomile – Jackson knows it's chamomile because at this hour it's always chamomile – and his cheeks burn a little red while he lets out an embarrassed little chuckle. Why does Blaine have to be so damn cute? Why does he have to have a stupid tall jock boyfriend? They fall into a silence that's equal parts familiar and awkward – maybe it's familiar because it's awkward, and in that there's a certain comfort, Jackson finds – and he tries to think of small talk. He is suddenly realizing that they didn't do a lot of talking when they were hooking up. What does he know about Blaine? That he's from Ohio, that he has an older brother somewhere, that he collects vintage cookbooks (and what is that about?), that he used to live in New York and that once, he was engaged to be married, but he isn't. And the sad thing is that all of this isn't stuff Jackson learned from talking to Blaine, it's stuff he picked up from gossip and from being around him. And now it's too late to learn more directly from the source, but oh, man, he wants to. While Jackson's lost in his thoughts, Blaine speaks up. “So...how’s work?” They crack up. They both know how work is. The ridiculous question dissolves a little of the tension between them, eases the air in the room the slightest bit. “It’s fine,” Jackson replies, rolling his eyes to let Blaine know he sees through the small talk. Never mind that he was just trying to search for conversation himself. “What’d you and April get up to last night?” Blaine shrugs. “Screwdrivers and a Gossip Girl marathon. Nothing major.” But it’s what they do all the time, Jackson knows, and his morbid curiosity suddenly gets away from him and takes control of his speech. “Doesn’t your… uh.” He can’t say the word boyfriend. “That Sebastian guy. What does he have to say about your pretty much living in April’s room?” A snort from Blaine. “I’d say it’s none of his business. He’s the one who invited the intramural lacrosse team to party at our place tonight. I’m here for my sanity.” Huh? Jackson frowns, because no way. “You mean, he’s not - uh…” Blaine looks puzzled for a moment, then when he figures out where Jackson was going, it’s like a light goes on, and he lets out a cough that sounds suspiciously like it started life as an incredulous laugh. “Uh, no. No, Jackson. Sebastian and I aren’t dating. He’s my roommate. And an occasionally shitty one at that.” “Oh. I didn’t know.” And he feels sheepish, jubilant, a little freaked out, and confused all at once. Does this mean something? Can it? Does he want it to? Maybe it’s too soon. He does know this: that’s kind of the best news he’s heard in weeks, regardless of whether or not he can figure out why it makes him so happy. “You didn’t ask,” Blaine smiles. He sets down the mug on the counter and takes a step closer. Jackson feels all of the tension he’s been carrying begin to melt. Blaine is looking up at him and they haven’t been this close since all of that shit went down and he feels like the moment could shatter with one wrong move. When he reaches up a hand to cup Blaine’s cheek, he doesn’t flinch. He just smiles sleepily at Jackson. It makes Jackson feel warm and he’s already forgotten what he originally came out to the kitchen for. He strokes Blaine’s cheek lightly, reveling in the familiar scratch of stubble under his thumb. The man gets a five o’clock shadow at eleven in the morning, so he shouldn’t be surprised. And Jackson has always, always liked it. He’s also always liked the taste of chamomile tea. Everything feels slow and dream-like, and Jackson keeps wondering when he’s going to wake up in his own bed. Blaine’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. April’s voice breaks through the silence. “Blaine, where’d you go?” The sound is coming from her room, but it’s enough for Jackson to drop his hand and take a step back. Jackson loves his roommate, he really does. She cooks and cleans and even irons creases in his scrub pants. But right now? He’s not really feeling the love.
This gives me excellent Blainson feels. The sexy kind.