I'm gonna answer it because I'm a good person but I just can't visualize this.
Who’s the messiest one: Santana. Have you seen Schue? He's so fucking anal.
Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA: Schue. He has a reputation to uphold!
Who’s the funniest drunk: Definitely Will. He gets all loopy.
Who texts the most: Schue because he's always in communication with those he loves.
Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Mr. Schue because he loves all music even if it sucks.
Who reads the most: Schue is always trying to learn new things to impart new lessons on everyone.
Who’s better with kids: Mr. Schue obviously.
Who’s the one that fixes things around the house: Mr. Schue just because he's more experienced.
Who’s got the weirdest hobby: Probably Will not gonna lie.
Who cooks and who cleans up: Santana says she's gonna help but ends up watching Schue do all the work because she just didn't want to and she knows he won't make her.
name an online friend you think is stunning. name an online friend you wish was your best friend irl. name an online friend you're really jealous of. name an online friend you'd do if you could. >:)
omfg this is creepy though
oh well
I count Erica blaineandersons/willtana as my friend and she is really pretty
Diane christopher-colfers is seriously awesome also lornegarraty they should both be my best friends
I'm jealous of all of my online friends because they're all so cute and funny and talented and it makes me upset
omfg Maki aka cum-castles is actually so gorgeous I mean I'd tap that
I actually had no idea how to do this request from an Anon so I got input from the lovely Erica and then this came out of it! Super bonus points to you if you can tell who B@man and Robin are based off of. Because honestly they're not like B@man and Robin at all, so don't expect that. xD
Bruce tapped his fingers on the coffee table impatiently, phone in hand. Text back, Dick, text back, Dick, streamed through his mind over and over again as he ruffled his hair. Finally, Bruce heard the familiar ringtone from his home phone, and jumped to pick it up.
“Hello?” He said breathlessly.
“Hey, yourself,” a familiar husky voice replied. Bruce smiled. Dick. It had been so long since he had heard his voice, so much had changed since Sweet Tooth had been taken out. Dick had moved out of Gotham, on Bruce’s recommendation, for his safety and got a high school education. He’d graduated a couple of weeks ago, and Bruce had missed it for a possible Penguin sighting from a Gotham Townsperson. It turned out he had missed it for nothing, Penguin was nowhere to be found.
“H-hi! I was hoping you’d call, I wanted to talk to you about something…” Bruce stopped before he would start rambling. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over for Halloween. I mean, unless you have other plans, because then you could totally—“
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. I’ll let you know I’m expecting a costume,” Dick replied, and Bruce could tell that he was smiling.
“Okay. See you then, Dick.” He hung up and unleashed a huge grin, hardly able to wait those twenty long minutes.
Bruce heard the doorbell ring, and he rushed to open the door. He burst out laughing when he saw what costume Dick had on, for the simple fact that he was thinking the same exact thing that Bruce was.
“A match made in heaven!” Dick said ironically as he looked Bruce up and down. Dick was sporting his entire Robin uniform, embellished with a bright red-and-green bowtie. Bruce wore his entire B@man costume, but substituted a navy button-down jacket for his long flowing cape.
“It’s been so long,” Bruce replied, and raised an eyebrow. “Life… Partner?” Dick laughed, and they commenced their entire buddy handshake, both overcome with the giggle fits by the end of it.
“I brought you coffee,” Dick said, and he held out the travel cup to Bruce who already knew it had his favorite in it. He smiled.
“Thank you so much,” He said sincerely. Dick nodded, and when he looked up, he could have sworn he saw a glint of desire. He wrote it off as ‘You’re welcome’ glance. He couldn’t have felt… That way… About him, that would be impossible. Dick was too good for him, way out of his league.
He realized that they had both been standing in the doorway this whole time, so Bruce piped up again.
“I’m such a bad host, I’m sorry. Come in, come in!” Bruce shooed him in, and Dick sat down on his couch. “So, what do you want to do? I haven’t had any time to make any plans,” he chuckles nervously. “Watch the game, maybe? I can get some beers.” Dick smiled, and looked down.
“We both know that you hate football,” He replied. “And anyways, I really just want to talk to you for a while! It’s been a while… Bruce,”
“It has, it has,” He agreed. “How was high school? I haven’t even asked you about that yet!”
“Good,” Dick clipped. “Yeah, it was good.” Bruce thought there may have been more to the story than that. “So, have you been holding Gotham down? I’ve really missed spending so much time with you, I even miss Gotham for goodness sakes!”
“Yeah, things have died down since you left. Gotham’s crime rate is now the second highest in the world, believe that?” Bruce chuckled. “I know what you mean, I love… spending time with you.”
“Me too,” Dick murmured. Bruce was set aback, and awkwardly sat back and sipped coffee. He must be misunderstanding Dick’s feelings, he couldn’t possibly…. He put that thought in the back of his mind and continued with the conversation.
“So, any plans after high school?” He looked back over at Dick, who had been staring intently at Bruce.
“Well, I’m probably going to move back to Gotham. Back to the good old days, you know. I still need to find a place to room, though…” He trailed off.
“Well, you can always come back and stay with me if you want,” Bruce said quickly, before he could regret the thought.
“I’d really like that.” They both let that simmer for a while, and sat in a hearty silence. Then, they both sat up at the first time.
“Bruce, you know that—“
“Dick, I love you.”
Dick completely toppled back over onto the couch, and looked up at him with wide eyes. Dick looked back wide-eyed, completely shaken with fright as if he was just as surprised that he said that.
“Wait, w-what?”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Bruce started shaking his head, and. “Shit, shit, why did I say that, oh my god Dick, what could have possibly possessed—“
“Bruce, I—“
“I’m such a fucking idiot, why the hell did I think I could have just blurted out something—“
“Bruce, you’ve gotta—“
“I really don’t blame you if you hate me forever, I don’t know why I thought I could have just—“ The end of Bruce’s sentence wasn’t cut off by more of Dick’s words, this time, but instead by his lips. Dick had pressed himself against Bruce in a kiss, gripping his arms. Bruce gasped a little, but then slowly softened into it, and wrapped his own arms around Dick’s torso, bringing them even closer together.
They broke apart, and looked at each other wildly.
“What I was about to say, Bruce, is that I love you too.” Dick’s lift crept into a small smile, and Bruce was entirely speechless.
“So, can I room here for a while? I need to look for a job in the Gotham area anyways,” Dick continued, looking around Bruce’s living room.
“Yes…” Bruce finally gasped out. “Yeah, of course you can.”
