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@wiccankurt
[text] I canât stop thinking about you.
[text] Well...that makes two of us then.[text] does that mean I can see you again soon? Maybe even in a different setting that's not your store or my greenhouse?
Send đ for an interrupted kiss.
It wasnât out of the ordinary for Kurt to go see Blaineâs show, nor was it out of the ordinary for him to go backstage or to Blaineâs trailer before the show.Â
And as of late, it wasnât out of ordinary that, instead of practicing and getting ready, Blaine had Kurt sat up on his counter, the boyâs legs wrapped around his waist and one of Blaineâs hands twisted in Kurtâs hair, holding him there securely, clearly in control of everything and Kurt loved every second of it. He loved little stolen moments like this, especially ones like todayâs that had the silent promise of more, later hanging in the air between them.Â
Just as Kurt was tugging Blaineâs shirt out from where it was tucked, his hands on Blaineâs bare skin, there was a quick knock on the door followed by it being opened, one of the show assistants popping her head in (one who was new and kept flirting and sending heart-eyes in Blaineâs direction--eyes Kurt wanted to claw out), âMr. Ander--oh!âÂ
Kurtâs head whipped over, face flushed as he huffed, âMr. Anderson is busy. Heâll be out in five minutes. And you should learn how to knock better next time.â he quipped back before turning his attention back to Blaine and smirking at him a bit, âNow where were we?â
@socioblaine
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leviosanderson:
Holding hands had always seemed like an intimate act to Levi, because it put their pulse points close enough that they would occasionally touch. The simple thank you made him stand up a little taller and smile a little warmer. It was so simple, but it felt so nice. This whole moment did, Kurt was incredible and he was starting to imagine that this encounter was fate. Silently, he pondered over how what had happened could be spun into fantasy. Destiny was a heady concept.
The phone was handed to him and he started typing almost immediately. It was an easy answer. âIâve always loved them. I donât always understand other people or want to be around them, but Iâve always understood plants and I never mind having them around. They need just the right amount, and they give back just the right amount. Always. What about you? You said your mother planted this one; did she teach you how to love them?â
Small talk was usually boring and Levi didnât see the point in it having such a big part in most peopleâs lives, but he didnât mind this. It didnât feel like small talk. He was incredibly interested in Kurt, he could feel himself being drawn in and he wanted to learn more. He found himself wanting to better know the blue in those eyes too, but he could only manage small glances. It was enough for him though, he felt a little like heâd found a magical place, he was surrounded by so much beauty.
Truth be told, Kurt had never even held hands with someone before (his family didnât count, right?) So this was just another layer of newness to add to it all. He liked it though, liked how warm Leviâs hand felt in his, liked how easily his long, dainty fingers linked seamlessly through his, liked how..natural it felt. It felt even better when he looked over after signing his thanks and he saw how warm and genuine Leviâs smile was and he felt a bit of pride rush through him at getting that reaction out of him.
He leaned over, looking at the phone as Levi typed, and he felt his lips tug up into a little smile as he read the reply, nodding right away. He felt pretty similar in that vein. So many people in his life didnât understand him, had sought out to hurt him. But nature never did that. The flowers and trees never judged him, never made him feel different or wrong or strange. He could always talk to his plants, always felt safe, especially once he learned he was magical. From that point on, his plants felt like his friends. He watered them, took care of them, and in return, they protected him, gave him a listening ear. At times it even felt like it was his mother he was talking to, his grandmother, all the past generations of witches whispering to him in the petals and branches that swayed in the wind.Â
âShe did.â He typed back one the phone was back in his hand. He reluctantly slid his hand out of Leviâs, but that was just so he could type with both hands, finding it faster since the words were spilling out. âThis greenhouse was my great-grandmothers. Itâs been passed down, and my familyâs always taken care of it. I grew up in here. Like I said before...sheâs not with us anymore, but sometimes I feel like sheâs still in here with me, you know? So many of these plants were seeds she planted. She has notes written on some of the pots in permanent marker, still has writing on scraps of paper...sheâs all over in here. So itâs like sheâs still with me. Which is probably silly, I know, but..yeah.â
My entire body knows when we are together. It sighs, uncurls like a cat, reaches, and says, âYes, finally, you are right here with him.â
Azra.T, Speaking is not enough (via natalieroleplays)
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leviosanderson:
Leviâs eyes followed Kurt as he tried to repeat his name sign, smiling and nodding encouragement even if it wasnât quiet perfectly done. His name looked nice on Kurtâs lips, he decided. He was so comfortable that even though he felt the presence of the boyâs hand spike up through his arm when he was touched without warning, it didnât overwhelm him or make him panic like it might if someone else had done it in a place where he wasnât surrounded by happy plants. The weight even felt nice after a moment, and he casually took Kurtâs hand when they reached the lavender bush. He listened with his eyes and ears as he boy spoke, explaining the origin of the plant and painting a story in his head.
âThat is so beautiful, there arenât words. It almost feels appropriate that I wonât be making audible noise in response to that,â he typed, then squeezed Kurtâs hand because that seemed more apprioriate as far as communicating support.
His eyes moved from the boy and fell back on the lavender, drawing his eyes up the details of the plant and following the edges of it as if he were dragging a pencil along to trace them. After a few seconds, he bent a the waist and leaned in, closing his eyes when his face was just a few inches away from the bush, almost as if touching foreheads while he inhaled through his nose to take in the scent. His eyes opened and he exhaled, watching the plant sway lightly in response to the gentle breeze heâd created before standing up straight again and looking back to Kurt to make sure he hadnât missed anything.
Kurt didnât really think much of it as he took Leviâs arm. It just....felt like the right thing to do at the time. His dad understood why Kurt was always in his greenhouse, he understood Kurtâs magic and closeness with nature, but he was the only one. So Levi was...pretty much the first person in his life that didnât call him weird for all this, so he was going to enjoy every second of it while he could--even his heart skipped when Levi shifted his arm, not pulling away but..raising it enough so Kurt was no longer holding his wrist, but holding his hand.
He was wondering if Levi could hear how his heart wasnât quite beating as relaxed as it had been before when the phone was passed over to him. He read the words on the screen, smiling softly at them and humming quietly, more to himself than anything as he nodded. He felt the squeeze to his hand and he gestured to him, one of the very few ASL signs he knew as he touched his fingertips to his chin and then over to him, thank you.Â
He stayed quiet as Levi moved forward, leaning towards the bush and inhaling the strong, beautiful lavender scent, and he found himself smiling again, unable to believe that someone else actually existed in this town who was as reverent to nature as he was. When Levi looked back to him he just smiled again, still keeping his hand in his as he typed again on the phone, passing it back a moment later, wanting to know more about the mysterious, nature-loving person that was suddenly in town and tilting Kurtâs axis. âWhen did you start loving plants this much?â
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leviosanderson:
When Kurt spoke out loud, Levi was close enough to hear the sound and caught the lip movement out of the corner of his eye, so he looked up in time to read his lips. The phone was passed off again and he signed, âitâs okayâ with a smile that he hoped would convey what Kurtâs ASL illiterate eyes wouldnât be able to get from his hands. The typed words told him that he was forgiven, and now he knew the name of the sweet boy with the beautiful greenhouse. Kurt.
For those that communicated via sign language, their names were signified with a specific sign that may or may not coincide with anything logical; Levi showed his name sign to Kurt, then typed, âIâm Levi, and Iâm glad you forgive me. It has been pleasant to make your acquaintance. I would never hurt another living being. Do you have favorites? Iâd love a tour, if you donât mind.â
Kurt saw the gesture and, even though he didnât know what it meant, it wasnât too difficult to just put two and two together and figure it out. He was just glad no offense was taken. It was so hard and took so long for society to see him as anything other than a girl that he definitely understood the struggle of wanting your gender to be recognized and adhered to, so heâd make it a point to not make the same mistake again.Â
When he got the phone back the first thing his eyes scanned for was a name, and when he saw it, he smiled. Levi. It....it fit perfectly, honestly. He looked up, watching him as he made his name sign, and he nodded, hesitating a second before trying to mimic it and more or less getting it right. âLevi.â He said aloud, blushing a tiny bit but nodding, figuring since he had Leviâs attention he might as well continue speaking, âItâs nice to meet you.â he spoke a bit slower, more pronounced to make it easier for his lips to be read before he looked back down to the phone and the next half of the message. His smile just grew as he nodded and, without thinking about it, he gently took Leviâs wrist and led him towards the back, all the while typing one handed. He led Levi to a large lavender bush, one that, instead of being in a pot, was actually planted into the hole in the ground, cut out in the flooring. He handed the phone back as they stood there, âMy mother planted this the day I was born. Youâre supposed to plant lavender for luck, and even though my mom isnât around anymore, I feel like sheâs still here with this. This whole greenhouse was hers but..this is the most special. I feel like it connects us.â He didnât know why he was saying so much to stranger, and yet..
âWhat are you afraid of?â
They were fighting again; of course they were fighting. This time, it wasnât Blaineâs faultâ he always thought that though. His twin was in town, he had run away and joined a traveling carnival and now his brother was in town. Theyâd seen each other, even Kurt knew about it. Thatâs what they were fighting about, partially because Blaine wanted to fight and partially as a response to how he was feeling.
âWhat are you afraid of?â Kurt cried out and Blaine was stunned for a moment. The Hummel boy was accusing him of hiding away, of pushing like heâd already pushed Kurt before. But Kurt didnât know why Blaine pushed people away; Blaine was unstable, he didnât value life, not even his own, he sought danger and violence, he was a cold-blooded murderer.
âIâm not afraid, Iâm not afraid of anything,â he replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Any other day, it would be true too, there were few things that could get any kind of rise out of him at all. âYou have no idea what Iâm capable of,â he added, because for some reason that he couldnât pinpoint, he needed Kurt to believe him.
Kurt didnât know what he was more sick of: the fact that they were fighting again, or that he was used to it. He also didnât know which was worse. Because the thing was..he didnât want to fight--not that he ever did, but this time it was especially prevalent. Something was wrong. He knew it. He could tell in how agitated Blaine was, how tense, how he kept snapping at practically everyone.Â
And it worried Kurt more than he thought possible.
So today before his show, Kurt decided to confront him, which was how he ended up here, once again throwing words at each other. His words to Blaine just kind of slipped out, but Blaineâs response made him scoff, made him frown and cross his arms, âB, câmon, everyone is afraid of something. Itâs what makes us human.â He found himself replying, his voice a bit softer this time, trying to defuse the situation as he tentative took another step closer, âI...I donât know how many times I need to say this, but Iâm not going anywhere. And I know something is wrong...â
Blaineâs next words caught him off guard and he frowned, his brows furrowing and his face pinching, âWhat dâyou mean..â he mumbled before shaking his head. It didnât matter. âYou know what? it doesnât matter. I know you, Blaine. I know when somethingâs wrong..when somethingâs happened. So just....just tell me. Let me in..please...Whatever it is, we can deal with it together. You just need to trust me..â
[text] If youâre not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.
[text] Well, we wouldnât want to offend someone as cute as you, now would we?
[text] Tell me though, when I /do/ get there in (approximately) five minutes, and Iâm /not/ shirtless, what exactly are you gonna do?
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leviosanderson:
It wasnât always easy to decipher what a personâs expressions and body language meant about how they felt, because Levi expressed those things in a different way than most and he only really understood his way, but he caught the smile on Kurtâs face and hoped he was right in thinking it meant that he hadnât upset the boy. He smiled back, maybe a little bit too much for the situation according to some, but he wanted to express that he was coming to the conclusion that they were on good terms.
His eyes scanned those words and he nodded, he really shouldnât have come in here. He did know better, but his want had outweighed whatever anyone else might think or feel. It had seemed harmless, and hopefully it still was. He caught Kurtâs gaze eye to eye for just a few seconds before his own dropped again. First, he focused on lips, then fingers, and he waited and watched as more was typed.
He didnât know anything about magic, but maybe he was. At the very least, he had a green thumb and a reverent love for the life of plants that was similar to some who did. Kurt mentioned recognizing him and he thought to look back, instantly remembering Kurt as well. He sucked his lips in between his teeth and ran his tongue along the seam between them as he gently took the phone to type. âIâm sorry I trespassed. I wonât do it again, and like I said before, Iâll leave as soon as you ask me to. Thatâs my shop, yes, I saw you too. Iâm not a boy though- or a girl. Should I hug you now that we have confirmed previous acquaintanceship or did the trespassing cancel that rule?â
Kurt felt his heart do some silly little jump when the other smiled at him, making his own smile grow a bit more, and with his growing smile came himself relaxing some more. The stranger definitely wasnât a bad person, didnât mean him any harm, so Kurt could finally let his guard down.Â
He waited as he watched him type, looking over immediately when the phone handed to him, almost eager to read the next message. He paused at one of the last bits though, cheeks flushing as he read it. He was the last person who shouldâve assumed someoneâs gender and he immediately looked up, âIâm sorry.â He told him aloud, biting his lip after he said it and looking genuinely regretful and hoping they werenât upset with him. He was still stuck on that that the bit about the hug missed his attention at first but then he read it and found himself blushing again before typing, âHow about you at least tell me your name first before we hug? Iâm Kurt. And yes you trespassed but..I forgive you. And you donât have to leave. I just get really..really protective over this place and my plants. I donât want any harm coming to them and I panicked at a stranger being in here..â
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leviosanderson:
The fact that he had intruded on someone elseâs sacred space was lost to Levi, having Aspergerâs often lent him to self-serving behaviors with an apparent inability to consider other peopleâs perspectives. He was trying to figure out Kurtâs as he watched the boy respond to him. What did he think about the way he communicated? What did he think about seeing Levi again? He read the words that were typed and obviously mulled them over with incredible focus, as if trying to anticipate every possibility for both what Kurt was feeling and how he should respond himself. He started typing, completely oblivous to Kurt being uncomfortable and not wanting him inside of the greenhouse. Then he paused and looked at the boy, unable to meet his eyes but pouring over every other detail.
It struck him that he might have done wrong and he immediately moved towards the exit, keeping his front towards Kurt and staying close enough that they could still communicate. In an instant, his presence shifted. Honestly, he was a little anxious, because he wasnât able to judge just how far into the wrong he had traveled.
âI can read lips, if you prefer to speak,â he typed, though he kind of liked that Kurt had immediately chosen to adapt to communicating like Levi did. It came with the bonus of not having to look him in the face to read his lips, which made him feel more comfortable. âI didnât mean to intrude, I didnât even think about the possibility, honestly. I was just walking, I like to sometimes. I could see them, your plants, and theyâre just so beautiful. Iâve never seen anything like it, I had to come in. I really like plants, you could say they called to me. Asked me to come in and say hello. I can go."Â He remembered some of his lessons in etiquette and tacked on an, "Iâm sorry.â
Kurt was still a bit caught off guard, not used to this type of situation but..the boy didnât seem malicious, so it allowed Kurt to relax a bit, to exhale and let his guard down just like his plants did, and once he did, he assessed the situation.
The boy was deaf, or at least hard of hearing, so he was quiet. But heâd been kind in the store, smiling at him. And he owned a botanical shop, so surely that meant he appreciated plants, so he wasnât here to cause them harm. And now...now the boy looked nervous, anxious, like he finally realized heâd done something wrong by being there and had taken a step back closer to the door. And strangely enough, Kurt wanted to comfort him, to let him know it was okay (even if it wasnât...or shouldnât be, anyways).Â
Kurt watched as the boyâs fingers flew over the screen, tapping out effortlessly in impressive speed, and when he finished Kurt read the words over, surprised by them, but actually smiling at the end. Kurtâs greenhouse was his most important place, his plants his most important possession. So for someone to say they were beautiful, and to praise him for how well heâd done in taking care of them honestly made him preen just a little bit before he took the phone. He read the first part over again, that the boy could read lips, but he chose to keep typing, finding it to be less awkward since he felt like heâd start talking purposefully slow and itâd be an awkward situation for both.
âIâm fine with this. And itâs.....alright. This is private property though. This is the backyard of my house.â He typed, showing it to him before holding a hand out to silently ask him to wait, to not run off so he could continue, âThank you for saying my plants are beautiful though, thatâs something I really appreciate, since theyâre so important to me.â He paused again at the part where the boy said they called him in. Was he magical too? Kurt looked up at him, finally looking him over properly and stopping when he met his eyes, unable to help but stare into them for a few long moments before he caught himself and looked down, blushing as he typed, âYouâre the boy from the flower shop, arenât you? I saw you there this morning..â
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leviosanderson:
There was no greater pleasure in Leviâs life than the pleasure he got out of sharing Earth with plants. From a young age, heâd known that he was different from most people, and heâd always felt more comfortable with plants. They needed the right amount of attention, they could be left alone, they still needed him to survive, they were beautiful, they didnât judge, they communicated without audible speech, the syllables of words meant nothing to themâ they were so like him and so easy to get along with, there were so many reasons to love them.
Being able to run his own botanical shop was a dream come true, and he happily managed it all on his own. His Aspergers, trouble hearing, and decision to avoid verbal speech did not stop him. He was happy and successful, and it felt like he could wander his world without caution. That was why it was so easy for him to make his way into Kurtâs greenhouse, despite the social boundary that would keep most people away. Heâd seen the plants inside of it, happy and thriving, and he had been drawn in. Simply speaking, he wanted to go in and so he did. These plants were so healthy, and he knew he probably would never see them again, that it was easy to let his guard down. It started with a hum, then ended in full song. He was a little tone deaf, and he didnât quiet know the words, but what mattered was the sharing of carbon dioxide with his temporary friends.
He didnât hear Kurt approaching, but he did feel the vibrations of steps against the thin soles of his shoes when the boy got close enough and he did hear the basic sound of words that werenât coming from him. Turning to face the source of the vibrations and the sound, Levi felt his cheeks flush a little, like heâd been caught in the bathroom with a towel around his waist, then signed, âDo you know sign language?â
The answer was no nineteen times out of twenty, but it implied that he didnât hear well and didnât speak without him having to explain it. Before an answer could come his way, he pulled out his phone and started typing with the speed of someone who communicated this way more often than anything else. âI was curious, your friends are beautiful.â
While Kurt loved being outdoors, he always felt most powerful, and most safe, in his greenhouse. It had been his motherâs. It was his. Not even his father went inside unless necessary--so to have an outsider inside of it made him anxious. He was no stranger to people bullying with him and ruining his things, but that was in high school, he was over that. So the thought that this person was here to mess with his greenhouse set his teeth on edge and almost made him attack out of fear. But it was the singing that stopped him. It was...calm. Nonthreatening, and not at all what he was expecting; still, when he didnât get an answer, he said it again, voice a bit louder as he took another step closer, hands still at his sides, ready at a momentâs notice.
And then the intruder turned around and Kurt was struck silent, because in front of him was the boy. The one from the shop, the one whose smile had been on repeat in Kurtâs head for hours now.
Just like that his hands went limp and all the plants around reacted, like theyâd all breathed out in relief and relaxed at the same time. âIt...itâs you..â he said to himself more than anything, unable to say anything else before the boy was waving his hands around oddly. It took Kurt a second to pick up the fact that oh, he wasnât moving around at random...he was signing. The silence in the store suddenly made a lot more sense.Â
He watched confusedly as the boy pulled his phone out, typing rapidly and then walking over, thrusting his phone to him, and Kurt was still so overwhelmed from the last minute that it was all he could do to just grab the phone and read it, his brows furrowed a bit. Still, he bit his lip and adjusted the phone in his hands, glancing up to him before tentatively typing, âThank you? Iâm sorry but...what are you doing in my greenhouse? How did you even find it?â
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Kurt always felt like a day had gone well when he spent it outside, when he breathed in fresh air and felt surrounded by nature, his power source--especially with the new botanical shop in town that always had things he needed lately. Heâd gone to the shop earlier that day, buying a few seeds that he needed for some potions and salves he wanted to try, finding himself just browsing the store all because the boy behind the counter was cute- quiet, but cute. He spent a good half hour just walking the length of the store before decidingâşď¸ he was bordering on creepy and went up to pay for his items, trying not to blush or stammer as the boy rang him up and smiled at him.
He was going to think about that smile all day.
Since his father was at work the whole day, Kurt decided to stay out a bit longer and stopped by a coffee shop on his way home, sitting outside and enjoying the sun on his face and the breeze in his hair. He was so content by the time that heâd gotten home he hadnât realized he wasnât alone until he stepped into his greenhouse and saw movement. He sucked in a breath, jumping back a bit and dropping the bag, his hands immediately moving down to his sides, fingers outstretched as if ready to make everything around him attack at a momentâs notice, the leaves and thorns on some of the nearby plants practically tensing up, like a gun being cocked and loaded. And then he heard singing... âWh...Whoâs there?â
@leviosanderson
âYou enjoy it, donât you? The power you have over me.â
Kurt smirked as he heard the older boyâs words; He wouldnât fool anyone if he said Blaine didnât affect him, if he said Blaine didnât hold some sort of power over him, if he wasnât pulled towards Blaine like a magnet to metal. So to hear Blaine say those words, to echo the sentiment and to confirm to Kurt that Blaine was in the same situation that he was honestly felt...empowering. It felt wonderful to know he wasnât alone in this.Â
And the grin beginning to spread on his face probably just proved it.
Blaineâs show had just recently finished, Kurt of course getting himself a front row seat, and he loved when Blaine was like this, on his post-show high, eyes bright and body buzzing, alive with adrenaline. He loved how Blaine let him wrap his arms around his neck, holding him close in the safety and privacy of the backstage area, only a few other performers around to see them, and he hummed softly in response, nudging his nose against Blaineâs as he felt the manâs hands move to his hips, holding him in place. âI more than enjoy it. I love it.â He breathed out, words ghosting over Blaineâs lips. âI love that Iâm the only one that gets you like this. Especially when youâre so hyped up and alive after your shows. Itâs like Iâm the only one that gets to see the real you. The only one you trust enough. And I love it. It....it makes me feel special. You make me feel special.â