#ellorachel

[waltzofjohnlock]

Me and my buddies are playing a drinking game to Sherlock: The Great Game, hmmm... we're not even half way through and we've had quite a lot... perhaps we need to narrow the criteria! 

[slayerkitty]

ellorachel replied to your post:So I was buying some groceries earlier, with my...

It’s people like that who restore faith in humanity :) how nice of them :)

It was really nice of her. I'm still in shock, tbh. 

[waltzofjohnlock]

ellorachel replied to your post: I sometimes really wish that my f...

if that is what you want to do then nobody can tell you not to yes its dangerous but this is your life and you only get one so do something with it

I know, aye... parents are restrictive creatures though! :P They'll have to let me grow up at some point!

[crazedlunatic]

Cupcake

"Don't leave!"

"What? I've got class, Kurt. I—." Blaine sputtered.

"No! You always get there half an hour early. Just wait a little longer. I'm—thank you!—I'm on my way! Don't leave!" Kurt said, voice rather frenzied, and hung up.

"Love you too, dear." Blaine muttered, stared at his phone for several seconds, and then dropped his backpack. He'd been on the way to the front door, all ready to leave, when his phone had rang. That in itself was weird because Kurt had glee club for one and for two he never called Blaine right after school. Text, yes. But he never called because he was too busy chatting with other people—namely Mercedes and Rachel. Why was Kurt on his way and why had he been so frantic?

Not three minutes later he heard a car door slam, the front door slam, and running up the stairs. He arched his eyebrow as Kurt very calmly walked in, as if he hadn't been rushing at all, with his hands behind his back. "Hey." The younger boy said in a casual voice.

"Well hello?" Blaine couldn't disguise the laughter and confusion in his voice.

"Hi." Kurt said again, grinning.

"What? Did I forget to gel the back piece of my hair again?" Blaine turned and went to the mirror. "What? I don't see anything wr—oooh." He turned around to see Kurt holding out a cupcake. A very delicious looking cupcake. A very delicious looking chocolate cupcake with loads of icing. He felt like he became a big puddle of goo and he slowly smiled. Kurt Hummel was amazing. Absolutely amazing. Surprising him with chocolate cupcakes? Could there be anyone better than that? No. There couldn't. "You skipped glee club… and drove to a bakery and home like a maniac… to bring me a cupcake?"

Kurt nodded, eyes very bright and looking just as pleased with himself as Blaine has looked when he'd given Kurt their puppy. "I wanted to surprise you. I know you like things that contribute to your premature death." He extended his hand more and said in a sing song voice, "Want it?"

"There are a few things I want right now." Blaine said without thinking, and then his eyes widened.

"Unfortunately you have class soon and we don't have enough time for that, Mr. Anderson, and you refuse to do that if anyone else is home so we can't tonight. But I think you do have time to eat this delicious cupcake before you leave." The younger boy, looking very smug, stepped forward and placed it in his hand.

Blaine had not moved forward to take it, too stunned to react properly, both because of the fact that Kurt had rushed home with a cupcake and that he'd actually said that out loud. While he would have much rather do some very un-dapper things to his boyfriend, he settled for biting into his cupcake and saying, mouth full, "Wasifer?"

Kurt laughed loudly. "Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury apparently are going to some vest convention. Well, I think Sam was joking about it being a vest collection. Nevertheless, New Directions isn't meeting tonight and I know you like clogging your arteries. And David ended up eating half your birthday cake yesterday at the party, so I thought I'd remind you why you love me."

"Dunitemine." Blaine said after taking another bite of his cupcake.

"Was that 'don't remind me' or 'I don't need reminding'?" Kurt questioned. "You haven't even swallowed what in your mouth, Blaine! You're going to suffocate! Your stomach is like a black hole!"

Blaine swallowed and said, "I don't need reminding why I love you… but also, now that you mention it, don't remind me. That cake was so good. I don't know why he felt the need to finish all of it. This is the best cupcake I've ever had in my entire like. Like, ever."

His boyfriend kissed his cheek. "I'll make you another cake tonight. Well, maybe tomorrow. Finn's not home tonight and I don't see Dad and Carole eating your entire cake."

"Fanks." Blaine said through another mouthful. "Fishuue."

"I know it's huge. That's why I got a bigger one. I knew you'd like it."

Blaine didn't know whether he should worry that Kurt understood him through a mouthful of food or not. On the one hand, it was very cute that Kurt understood him. On the other hand, did Blaine really talk with his mouth full that often? His family would have had a heart attack if they knew he spoke with his mouth full. He swallowed his last bite and said, "Thank you for my delicious cupcake."

"You are very welcome." Kurt laughed and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Now to go class and talk about adverbs, character analysis's, and whatnot."

Right. School. School always seemed to be in the way of Blaine's life. He had gone from spending almost every waking moment, bar three hours two nights a week, with Kurt to spending nights only with him. Blaine had really become attached to his younger boyfriend and frequently found himself wandering the hallways in the middle of the day looking for the smaller boy. He sighed softly and picked up his backpack, hating that he had to leave him. "Maybe I can just skip today?"

"No, no, no. You already skipped that day last week to go to my doctor's appointment with me. I wish you could though." Kurt kissed his cheek and added very casually, "It's Friday. Maybe we can go and see a movie with Mercedes? You could invite someone too. You know… Wes. Or David."

"I haven't seen Mercedes in a while. How is she?"

"You know what? Call Wes and David. Maybe they can come up for a movie. You can ask her yourself there." Kurt prompted.

"Wes is in LA again. I don't think he can come down this way for a movie." He didn't notice the look of triumph on Kurt's face. "But I could call David and see if he wants to."

"Great! You… you go do that and go to school and I'll call Mercedes!"

"Kurt, you're up to something. Generally when you're up to something, you come back from the mall having spent enough money to give your dad another heart attack." Blaine said suspiciously.

"I don't know what you speak of, Blaine." Kurt grabbed the napkin and wiped his cheek again, his own eyes meeting Blaine's. "You got the chocolate everywhere."

"It's 'cause I'm totally cute." Blaine leaned forward and kissed Kurt's cheek. "Whatever it is you've got planned, I don't want to know. But as long as you buy me Reese's Pieces, okay."

"You don't even like peanut butter!" Kurt called as Blaine left the room.

"But I like Reese's Pieces! Bye! Love you! Thank you for contributing to my premature death!"

And then Blaine was gone.

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Voices

WBUCT Cut Scene

Kurt couldn't sleep.

It had been happening a lot lately, although he hadn't told anyone. They had taken him off of his Lunesta. He wished they hadn't. He would pretend to fall asleep but, in actuality, he would be up late into the night thinking about his attack. He could still very clearly hear the attackers' voices. In fact, he could remember more now than he could right after it had happened.

The main voice was gruff and almost familiar. Almost, but not quite. One of the other voices was extremely nasally and the third voice… well, he just didn't even know how to describe the voice. It was very distinctive, though, and the memory made him shudder involuntarily.

He felt a hand on his back and heard Blaine's soft voice. "Kurt? You're awake?"

Kurt eased himself back into a lying position. "I just woke up."

An arm draped around him and tugged him close, and then he felt Blaine's chin rest on his shoulder. "You don't sound asleep at all, Kurt." His boyfriend raised a hand and ran his fingers through Kurt's hair while stifling a yawn.

"I can't sleep." Kurt admitted, shuffling closer to him.

Blaine resituated himself. "Here, come here. Let me snuggle you."

Kurt smiled a bit, although it was half forced, and snuggled right up to Blaine. He fit perfectly, head rested on the older boy's chest. A sense of relief swept over him and he relaxed against his boyfriend. "Thanks."

"Mhmm." Blaine said sleepily, rubbing Kurt's back.

Kurt nuzzled his chest, trying to will himself to sleep. "I'm sorry."

"Hush, you." His boyfriend yawned loudly and pulled him even closer. "You should have woken me up. I would have sat with you."

"I don't like to bother you."

Blaine looked down at him, shocked. "Hey, now, you don't bother me. Ever. Got that? I want you to come to me, no matter what it is. Big or small. You should know that I don't think you bother me."

"I know but haven't you spent enough nights awake with me over the last seven months?" Kurt muttered, looking away.

"Maybe I like taking care of you. I don't like that you're hurt or upset or can't sleep, but I like being able to be there with you. I don't like that you'll sit up awake alone, though. That's sad."

The younger boy shrugged and nuzzled him again. "It's just kind of hard to get to sleep now that I'm not on the medicine, I guess… and…" he trailed off.

"And what?" Blaine gave him a reassuring squeeze.

"I keep hearing stuff. Not like that," he said at Blaine's bewildered expression. "Like… I keep hearing—remembering, I guess—October. I don't know if that's why I can't sleep or if it's because I'm off of the medicine."

"What do you keep remembering?" his boyfriend asked quietly, kissing the top of his head.

"Just… just their voices really. I just hear them over and over again when I'm trying to sleep. It makes it difficult." Kurt shrugged a bit. "It's not a big deal."

"Kurt… if anything is bothering you, you need to talk to someone about it. Otherwise you're just going to get upset again… I don't want this to ruin your life. I want you to move on. If that takes talking about it, that's what you should do." Blaine whispered into his hair.

Kurt didn't know what to say, though. What could he say? Yeah, he was upset still. He'd been attacked. He still couldn't walk too fast without feeling lightheaded and out of breath. They had only had sex a few times because, although they had been given the okay by Kurt's doctor (offered up by the doctor, because there was no way Kurt was asking a question like that), it made it harder for Kurt to breathe and really Blaine was just paranoid when it came to his precious Kurt. This attack was still having negative effects on Kurt's life and it had been seven months. Seven months and he still had to sometimes take breaks during glee club to get some water and take a breather. Like he was an old man or something.

Kurt was upset. He was upset and angry. He was angrier with himself than anyone though, because how had he let this happen? How did he let someone do this to him? How had he let it happen? If he was more normal, if he wasn't so out there, then maybe he wouldn't be sitting up and thinking. Maybe he'd be sleeping. Better yet, maybe he and Blaine would be having sex.

But no. Because Kurt had gone and let himself get attacked.

"Kurt… talk to me. What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"Only every time I leave the house alone." He muttered.

Blaine sat up. "What? I thought you were okay. You said you were."

"I am. I need to go somewhere without people attached to me. I know it. But… But I'm still kind of scared every time I turn a corner that someone is going to reach out and g-grab me and slam me into a wall and…" Kurt trailed off.

"Kurt, nothing else happened that night, right?" Blaine asked, peering into his eyes. "They didn't... they…"

"No." Kurt touched his cheek. "I promise. I would have told you. I just… I'm scared. I don't know who they are. They could be anybody, Blaine. Any random person on the street."

That was the root of his fears, he guessed. Every time he saw a group of men in public, he always wondered if it was his attackers. Only briefly, though. He checked the news website daily in hopes that there had been another attack and that the men were caught. Then he went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and cried because he was an awful person for hoping someone else had been attacked.

"I just want my life back." He finally whispered, looking down. "I want to feel safe when I'm out without you or my dad or Finn. Because when I'm with you three, I feel safe… even when I go out with Mercedes, I still feel nervous… Blaine, what if I'm in the grocery store and I hear them? W-what if I hear them at the doctor's office, or when we're out to eat, or when—"

"Kurt, you can't do this to yourself. You can't obsess over it. That's what they want you to do. You're going to be just fine. I promise." Blaine tilted his head up so Kurt was looking at him, much like Kurt had done a few weeks ago when he had been sick. "No one will ever touch you again. I promise."

"You can't always be there, Blaine. You're not there at school. You aren't there when I walk to my car. When I'm out with Mercedes or Rachel." Kurt sighed and looked away again.

"You're never alone. Your dad and I make sure of that. When you walk to school from your car, there are tons of kids around. You walk out to your car with Rachel or Mercedes every day after glee club. But you're never alone. And it is going to stay that way. For a very long time. Until you feel safe again."

"I don't even feel safe with people around. I just want to go back to Dalton and hide for the rest of my life."

"You graduate in two months. And we'll be moving soon. We'll be in Cincinnati. The attacks always happen in Lima or really close to it. We'll be away from them. You'll be able to feel safe again."

"Kiss me." Kurt whispered pitifully, pulling Blaine back into a laying position. "Please."

He felt Blaine's lips on his and closed his eyes, kissing his boyfriend back.

Kurt pulled away after only a few seconds and sighed, resting his forehead against Blaine's. "When does it get better? Everyone keeps telling me it's going to get better and I say I'm fine. Something I think I am but, Blaine, I don't feel fine right now." His lip trembled.

Blaine kissed him again quickly. "You're doing so much better, Kurt. I know you can't see it, but everyone else can. Just give it some more time, okay? I promise you'll be yourself again soon."

"I hope so because I can't take this much longer." Kurt sniffled, wiping his eyes.

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Movie Night

WBUCT Cut Scene

"Kurt, I'm going to kill you." Mercedes punched him in the arm roughly as Blaine and Wes headed off to the bathroom.

"What? He's cute. Isn't he cute? In a straight boy kind of way, I mean." Kurt rubbed his arm. "And you can't hit me. I'm injured. My lung."

"I may injure your lung after this, White Boy!"

"He likes you." Kurt said simply. "You said yourself you don't like any of the boy's at McKinley. So I bring you David. Only don't leave him in a room full of birthday cake. Apart from the cake thing, he's very well trained. I promise. He comes from a respectable family and he's got the same taste in music as you."

"Was Blaine up to this too?" she asked as the boys emerged laughing at something.

"No. The boy is completely oblivious to anything that doesn't concern Katy Perry, literature, or junk food." Kurt sighed.

"Kurt's buying popcorn." Blaine said cheerfully as he and David came up to rejoin their little group.

"I see who the breadwinner is." David joked.

"You see who has a daddy with money. Come with me, Blaine!" Kurt forcefully dragged Blaine into the line, wanting Mercedes and David to have some time alone to chat.

"I could kill you." Blaine hissed when they were out of earshot.

"What? David broke up with his little minx last week. And I think they'd be cute." Kurt pointedly looked at the candy, avoiding his boyfriend's eyes which he knew were probably narrowed.

"I don't know how you get these ide—."

"Shut up. They're talking. I'm trying to hear." The younger boy whispered, hitting him on the shoulder gently.

"Can we have three popcorns and some Reese's Pieces?" Blaine asked the younger teenage girl behind the counter, pulling his debit card out of his wallet despite the fact that Kurt was supposed to be paying.

"Shush." Kurt swatted his arm, still trying to hear the conversation between David and Mercedes. They were laughing. That had to be good, right? He didn't know why he hadn't thought of this before. "I can't hear. And quit smiling like that. No, seriously, stop. It's weird."

"They're clearly talking about us." Blaine said, grabbing two of the popcorns.

"How do you know that?" Kurt questioned, glancing over at their friends.

"Because they're looking over here. Grab ours." He said simply and walked over to David and Mercedes, handing a thing of popcorn to each of them.

"Because they're looking over here." Kurt mimicked, grabbing the remaining popcorn and candy. "He thinks he's cute."

"What are we seeing again? Please not a Disney movie." David groaned as Kurt made it over.

"Kurt always makes me watch Disney movies." Mercedes sighed. "I've seen Lady and the Tramp more times than I can count anymore."

"That's nothing. When Blaine first got to Dalton a few summers ago he made us watch The Little Mermaid on repeat. And when he wasn't watching it, he would go around listening to it on his iPod and singing the songs. It wasn't as bad, though, as when Teenage Dream came out. Nonstop. Either he was singing it or playing it on repeat. He was very hated on our floor." David shook his head. "I still can't listen to that song without wanting to kill the person who sings it."

"Katy Perry?" Blaine threw a piece of popcorn at him.

"I was just testing to see if you remembered." David responded, throwing popcorn right back at him.

"That's not as bad as when the local theater did The Sound of Music. I've never been so sick of a musical in my entire life as I was then. I can't hear any of the songs without cringing." Mercedes said as they talked into the actual theater. "And he listens to Adam Lambert like he's God. I can't stand him."

"I hate Adam Lambert!"

"I don't know if I like where this is going." Kurt pouted, grabbing Blaine's hand. "They're going to bond over complaining about us."

Blaine put his hand on the small of Kurt's back as they picked a row to sit in, sending a shiver down Kurt's spine. As soon as they were seated, with Kurt in between Blaine and Mercedes, Kurt leaned over and handed the popcorn to Blaine. "You should hold this. You'll eat more of it then me."

"We're in trouble, Blaine. Wesley just texted me and said we're both disowned for doing something together without him." David laughed loudly.

"I think he'll carry on." Blaine said through a mouthful of popcorn. "You didn't put butter on it."

"Gross, Blaine. On both accounts." Kurt responded, opening Blaine's Reese's Pieces.

"Ooh! I want one! Gimme one, those are mine!" Blaine said eagerly, popcorn forgotten. "Hey, you can't eat the orange ones. Those are the best!"

"Oh, fine, here." Kurt poured some of the candy into his hand and then handed the rest of the box to his boyfriend. "I'm never bringing you a cupcake home again if it makes you this hyper."

Blaine stood. "I'm going to go and butter the popcorn. Are we the only ones in here?"

David looked around and pointed. "There's two people down there. Are they having sex? The previews haven't even started yet."

"They're not having sex." Kurt scoffed. "There is no way."

"They totally are." Blaine said, leaning down to see. Then he screwed his face up. "Gross!"

"Like you've never… uh… seen it before." David trailed off at Blaine's look and sipped very loudly on his drink.

"In a theater, Blaine?" Kurt gaped, looking up at his boyfriend. "Really?"

"My popcorn needs buttered!" Blaine said loudly, whacked David upside the head, and then disappeared to go butter his popcorn.

[waltzofjohnlock]

Tagged~ 

Rules:

Post the rules

Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then make 11 new ones.

Tag 11 people and link them to your post.

Let them know you’ve tagged them.

My Questions:

What is your most played song on iTunes?

Are you a fan of poetry?

Do you have a favourite quote?

Do you have a list of things to do before you die?

Are you a visual, auditory or kinetic learner?

Are you an optimist or a pessimist?

Have you done anything in the past month that you have been really proud of?

If you could meet one historical character who would it be, and why?

Do you have a plan for what you would like to be doing in 10 years?

Are you a tea or coffee person?

Are you happy? 

Tagged by doctordangerous

What is your most crippling insecurity? Probably that I never measure up to expectations and that I'm never good enough for what people want. 

Who is your favorite author/authors? I have about a million authors I adore... Tolkien, Rowling, Arthur Conan Doyle, John Green, Alex Sanchez, I could go on forever.

If you could choose the the way in which you die, how would you want it to end? Ironic as it is, I'd jump off a very tall building. 

How tall are you? Short - 5"4" 

What do you do mostly when procrastinating or wasting time? I think, or write, or play violin. 

Have you ever been formally diagnosed with a mental illness? I have; depression,anxiety and EDNOS with anorexic tendencies. 

If you could meet any fictional character, who would you want to meet?  Argh... um, I'd probably want to meet Winston from 1984, there's just something about his character which is fascinating.

Do you believe in a deity/deities or any kind of omniscient force governing the universe (such as fate or destiny)? I do, I believe in God, but God as a personal friend rather than a vengeful spite seeker. 

Do you play an instrument and if not, what instrument would you like to learn if you had to choose? I play the violin, and the piano, and pretty much most things if you leave me with a room in them! 

What is your biggest fear? Probably never progressing forwards any. Or eyeballs. One of the two.

Are you okay? I'm okay as I've ever been, and probably as I'll ever be.  

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ellorachel replied to your post: Your blog sucks. You should delete it. Like, now.

Anon hag! Uh hate it when that happens -_-

I'm imagining an anon in a HUGE pair of pants. I think we should think of that whenever anyone sends rubbish like that! <3