✺: my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club
Blaine’s excuse wasn’t that he was jealous, no, he wasn’t jealous. He just wanted this sleazebag of a guy to get away from his brother and understand that when he said he wasn’t interested, he meant just that. Because he had heard Connor say it a few times now and it wasn’t just him making him things up to make the green monster look better. Blaine moved beside Connor and pushed at the guy’s chest as he tried to push boundaries with his brother. “No, means no you dick, take a hint and leave. Before I do something that will make it so you have to leave.” he spat with a low growl.
⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar
Blaine felt frozen, he felt like his life was being ripped out of him as he watched Connor fall to the ground, lifeless. He wanted to break out into a run, hold him and hope that because he was there, holding him in his arms, loving him, that he wouldn’t be dead. That he would still be alive, smiling up at him and telling him that he was okay and that they could go home. But no. Connor was dead, he was gone, and it felt like there was a big part of him that was dead too now.
☕: my muse comforting yours after the death of a loved one
He didn’t know, he hadn’t known. How could he, his brother and Abi had been keeping it quiet for so long and then of course, they didn’t have to tell anyone that she was pregnant, because just like that. She wasn’t anymore. Blaine felt helpless, he had never seen his brother like this before and all he wanted to do was to make it better for him, but it didn’t matter now. This had happened years ago and time had passed, but along came the anniversary of his brothers baby’s death and now that he did know, he knew he had to try. Moving to sit next to the other he pulled him in his arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “How about we sit in, eat junk and watch Supernatural, the rest of the world doesn’t matter today. It’s just me and you.”
⌛: the voicemail my muse leaves on your phone when your muse hasn’t been heard from for the fifth night this week
“Connor, I get it okay. But you don’t have to ignore me, it’s not as though you just haven’t seen me earlier this afternoon. I’m your brother, I can take it. I’m a big boy, yes I wish you were with me-... but our situation is complicated and it’s.. it’s not like we’re ever going to be anything, you’ve made that clear. You want to go out with people, fine. Just don’t ignore me. Please.”
☯: what my muse says to yours after they haven’t spoken for five hours since a fight
Blaine sighed, he was finally given in. It was just an awkward tension of silence between them, one that hadn’t fell between them in a long time and all Blaine was doing was trying to help and he just wished Connor could see that, instead of seeing it like Blaine was trying to destroy his help. “I’m not sorry for making the appointment for you, I’m not. Because if it means you can get help- get better. Then I’m going to do everything I can, even if you don’t want me to. It kills me to see you hurt Connor. I don’t want to see you like this ever again.”
♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep
It was weird, because many years ago it would have been like the roles had been reversed. Himself bruised and beaten from the Sadie Hawkins dance from being who he was and just trying to be a normal teenager. Or from Matt, trying to take what he wanted and Blaine not letting him because he didn’t want it. But this wasn’t him bruised and bloody, this was Connor and he didn’t know what to do or what had happened. The only thing he could do was let out a strangled cry of the others name as he fell to his knees to hold his brother in his arms.
[MSG]:You're just a slut. / [MSG]:Just curious... not like I'm jealous or anything...
[MSG]:You're just a slut.
[MSG] You know, I know you’ve upset me at times Connor. I just never thought you would sink to this level. Let me know when you’ve done being an asshole.
[MSG]:Just curious... not like I'm jealous or anything...
[MSG] Connor, it’s nothing. We’re just friends, we went to lunch and hung out afterwards. We’re not a couple or dating, but even then- we’re not a couple.
Blaine couldn’t stop laughing, he was sat on his brothers bed where Connor had just spent the last hour on YouTube looking up videos of his Dalton day’s when he was in the Warblers. And then it led to this, Connor in nothing but boxers trying to reenact the steps from when they performed Raise Your Glass, forgetting most of the words as he went along. Blaine shook his head standing up and crossing the floor to the other. “You’re doing it all wrong, you would never have been a Warbler.” he informed him, taking a the others face in his hands and pressing a kiss to his nose. “But you’re adorable, so I’ll give you that.”
"Do I smell breakfast or is that the house burning down?" // "You look like you could use a massage." // "Did you eat all my oreos?" // "We live together. You can't blame this on anyone else."
“Do I smell breakfast or is that the house burning down?"
Connor groaned from his position by the stove, dropping his chin to his chest as the smoke alarm continued to blare. They were home alone for the weekend, their parents had gone to some party out of the state so they hadn’t been limited in their activities, so to speak, for a whole twenty-four hours so far. They’d had a pretty busy day yesterday, what with getting properly reacquainted, so when Connor had surprisingly been the first one to wake up he’d decided to do something nice.
It was a pretty rare occurrence. He was much better at being on the receiving end of touching gestures rather than making them himself, but you know, you need to try different things sometimes, right?
“Shit,” He muttered, poking at the ruined pancake mixture with his spatula. “I thought these were meant to be fool-proof.” He sighed, taking the pan off the heat and throwing the blackened…whatever in the trash. “Toast it is.”
All he’d wanted was to do one nice thing for his brother. The guy who’d done so fricking much for him lately and he couldn’t even get that right. “Someone should really start reminding me that I can’t cook for shit.”
"You look like you could use a massage.”
In answer to the statement all Connor could do was groan, his face still pressed against his laptop keyboard. He hadn’t moved from that position for at least five minutes and his back was definitely starting to protest. “You have no idea.” He mumbled against the keys, not daring to lift his head to see what a mess he may have made of his essay.
“Seriously, just…yeah, whenever you’re ready, B. Bring it.” He wiggled his shoulders but still didn’t lift his head. “My dick wouldn’t mind being some careful, loving attention either, you know, just if you get bored.”
“Did you eat all my oreos?”
“No.” It was too quick an answer considering he hadn’t finished swallowing the last cookie and half of it spray over the table in front of him. He hastily reached up, trying to brush any incriminating crumbs from his mouth. “I dunfo what you’re talking abouf.” He was so dead…
“We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.”
“Can too.” He pouted, crossing his arms and sinking further in the couch. “Just because I’m the only other one here right now, doesn’t mean I was the only one who had access to your bow tie cabinet. Hell, I don’t even know how to get in there without the key.” He paused, “Seriously, B, I’m not the one responsible for this. One of your buddies probably got curious.”
□ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them
Blaine had been avoiding his brother, seeing him with his girlfriend around the house was killing him. Surge’s of jealousy coursing through him every time he kissed her, or he walked in on them in compromising positions, it made his heart sink because that was what he wanted. What he craved. He had been texting Kurt, a new boy at Dalton while walking across towards his room when he felt a wet and warm body collide into him knocking him onto the floor. Looking up he saw his brother on top of him, seeing where the towel had slipped and how gloriously naked he was making him swallow thickly at the sight. “I- you should. I mean.” he sighed shaking his head and forgetting about the fact he had been ignoring him and pulling him down to kiss him hard on the lips.
♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours
His pulse raced as they sat in the Warbler common room, an annual party for the group and they had told him to invite his brother along. But when truth or dare had started up, a few drinks in him and he had used up all his truth turns he moved to dares. Why on earth would they dare him to do this though, did they know something, about them. He looked at them, most of them in a worse state than he was. He took a deep breath before reciting their ‘what ever happens in this room stay’s in this room’ motto. Before moving over to his brother, nodding slightly before pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips, planning to pull away a moment later before Julius pulled him onto his lap, kissing him deeper.
♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower
Blaine had just finished in the shower, drying himself off as his brother jumped in to use the hot water that was still left, he sat watching as Julius lathered himself up, his eyes shut as he washed his hair and biting his lip feeling like he was being slightly perverted, staring at him, on the border of drooling as he watched him shower. That was when the other’s mouth opened, a crude song that of course would be something Julius would listen to pouring out of his mouth as he must have caught Blaine staring. He laughed with a blush on his cheeks as he shook his head at his brother. “I thought you didn’t sing, Juls. Maybe I should have you audition for the Warblers.”
☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours
He didn’t do this often, drink or get drunk. He normally left that for the Warbler parties they had every so often, feeling safe with them to know they wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. But this was a party at some guy’s house he didn’t know, his brother dragging him along and spending time with his girlfriend causing him to turn to red plastic cups and dancing with a stranger who was getting a little to handsy. He didn’t know how quick it happened but next thing Julius had turned up, dragging him away from the stranger and up the stairs, pushing him harshly into an empty room and up against the door as he attacked his neck causing him to moan. “You don’t need to worry you know.” he slurred out, “I love you, no one else. I mean of course you knew I love you as a brother but I’m talking about more than brotherly love. Like in a, I love how you fuck me way.” he said giggling at his own curse.
△ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours
“What are you doing.” he whispered harshly as he was pulled into his brothers closet, looking at him with wide eyes as he covered his mouth with his hand. Hearing his brother’s roommate enter the room and understanding. He didn’t miss the smirk on his lips though, the one that meant he was up to no good and as soon as he felt his hand snake down the front of his pants, pushing against his underwear he knew he was going to test him on how to stay quiet making his hips buck forward and to let out a sigh into his hand.
❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch
He hated feeling ill, his throat was scratchy and his head was spinning and he had been stuck in his bed all day, grateful for the quiet that was to be had in the dorms while everyone was at classes. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep but there was something warm by his side now that wasn’t there before, he moved closer snuggling into the warm body and inhaling the scent. A smile on his face when he recognized it, his brother, he lay an arm over the others chest feeling his body relax when he felt Julius pulling him closer.
