Parker: was glad that everything was going off without a hitch and going smoothly. She was also glad that things weren't awkward between Dom and her. She excused herself to check on the punch and started to make more of the punch. It took her two hours to have the lay out of the kitchen in her head and was pretty sure she was a pro of navigating the kitchen. She grabbed the ice from the freezer once she was finishing making the punch and filled a cup full of ice then poured the ice into the punch. "There, a fresh batch of punch." She muttered to herself and carefully placed the ice back into the freezer.
She sat on the wall, waiting for the her new underling to arrive. There wasn't much light from the quarter moon, but it was crisp and bright. Around her the forest sang with night life; tree frogs, crickets, a fox chirping to its young. It was a charming wood, if nothing else could be said for it; rumors around the town were it was a dangerous place. She smirked, knowing that she would have a hand in making those rumors come true sooner or later.
The tiny town had shifted, the heat front finally gone. Hard to say why, but She had her informants and they said there was a new Fae in town: a creature of snow and death. She hadn’t encountered the being yet, nor was she curious enough to go looking. Winter Fae, while once a tribute to her own court, She found to be rather dull. Once and a while one might prove her wrong, but she wasn’t obliged to give them a chance.
She could hear light footsteps coming through the woods. Probably Troy, doubtful to be a Human. Two legs, not a wolf; she was too far inland for any senseable Merfolk to venture. Her gut wasn’t telling her to flea, so probably not a Vampire.
“Not over or under, but in-between, is where ye find the blessed and the unblessed seen. Hailse, Troy.”
WHAT → Blaine takes some time to reflect over the way his life has changed lately, and how it will change in the near future
NOTES → Teen parenting, boop
It felt weird, looking through the pages of baby clothes. The adorable little models crawling around in black tees and Rolling Stone onesies made a knot form in his throat and he had to look away for a moment. The closer the due date came, the more real the situation became, and Blaine was terrified.
Only a year ago he was sitting in juvenile prison, spending time with guys who lived from cigarette to cigarette, and cared more about the next time they would be able to get drunk, than what would happen with their lives once they were back out.
That was the first Christmas Blaine hadn't spent with his family. The first Christmas he hadn't exchanged gifts with Derek. He remembered clearly how his parents came to visit and how his mom had been crying when they left because Blaine had pretended he didn't care. That night Blaine had cried himself to sleep. Like so many other nights.
Christmas used to be Blaine's favorite holiday. It meant spending time with his family. Seeing family members he didn't see much because they lived too far away. It was dancing and singing, Christmas musicals and movies, snow ball fights and seeing his friends and family be happy when they saw the presents he had gotten for them. But his life was nothing like that anymore.
Before Blaine knew it, he had bought a bunch of clothes for the baby. He wanted life to be different for this baby. He never wanted the baby in the first place, but now that it was happening, he saw it as his job to make sure this kid wouldn't be a victim to the way of the world. The way the world treated people for merely being different and standing up for themselves. He wanted to make sure the baby would never need anything, would never be put to the side, would never be taken down by anyone.
No, Blaine wanted his kid to be on top, and not let people like Berry and Hummel wipe the floor with them.
Not that Blaine had any idea about how to raise a baby. He had run through the internet to read anything he could about it, googled until his eyes hurt. Still, he didn't feel like he was ready in any way at all. He was terrible short on baby equipment, and he had no idea exactly what he needed. He didn't know where to put the baby, or how to make it work with his school.
Even worse: he was scared it would make him lose his friends. He knew both Quinn and Tina kept saying they were all up for helping out, but how long would they put up with it? This was the end of his life as he knew it. This was the beginning to the end of smoking weed on the bleachers and drinking Jack D right out of the bottle before making out with random guys behind Scandals. He wouldn't have time for hanging out at the band's practice room with Quinn and Tina anymore, or for them to meet up and get drunk while bitching about the Cheerios. It was all done.
And then there was Elliott. Innocent Elliott who clearly didn't know anything about life. Innocent Elliott who seriously was under the impression that Blaine was a good person. Elliott whom Blaine had tricked into actually being with him. It made him feel sick, and he wondered how long it would last of Elliott living in the Anderson guest room before he realized that there was nothing under the surface of Blaine's exterior. That all there was to him was a dick with way too many bad habits, and completely foul vocabulary.
Really, it was only a matter of time. Life was over.
