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about the psl
(roleplay account)
In our story, the Klaine related events of Original Songs never took place. Blaine was the featured soloist at Regionals and Pavarotti survived. A few weeks later, Kurt transferred by to McKinley. Blaine and Kurt still maintained a close friendship during this time. They attended Prom as friends, they saw Deathly Hallows together at midnight. They were on the cusp of something more. It could be felt thrumming in the air. It could be seen in the lingering glances shared on sticky July evenings.
But then Zachary happened. While taking a few classes over the summer at a local community college, Kurt met someone. They aren’t dating, Kurt prefers to keep things light. He can’t afford to get into anything serious with New York right around the corner, no matter how charming the aspiring photography might be.
School is back in session and Kurt is has busy as ever. He’s co-captain of the Cheerios while still trying to make time for Glee club. His weekends are split between the quasi-boyfriend and the best friend. When it comes to the future, more of his plans involve Blaine than they do Zachary. He knows it means something, but he has long given up hope for Blaine coming to his senses.
And Blaine? Yeah, he’s a little jealous, but he’ll never admit it.
KURT HUMMEL | played by Katrina
BLAINE ANDERSON | played by Birdy
Birdy and I met back in January. She is one of my dearest friends in the fandom. We have played Kurt and Blaine since March, but this is my first time writing for Kurt and her first time writing for Blaine. We are both fic writers, so we thought this PSL would be a good way for us to work on our voices for a character we don’t typically write.
For new followers.
Despite any earlier threats of soul crushing victory, Kurt was kind of hopeless when it came to mini-golf. At several of the holes, he had quickly grown frustrated with his inability to sink any of his shots and had decided to pick up the ball and toss it in the hole like it was a logical solution to his problems. A shrug in Blaine’s general direction was meant to imply ‘yeah, just go ahead and try to challenge me on this one.’ Because even if he couldn’t use the putter for its intended purpose, he wouldn’t have a problem wielding it in other, more dangerous ways.
At the next hole, the quintessential windmill was present, earning Blaine an eye roll from Kurt. “Typical,” he muttered, kicking at the plastic green on the fairway. “Alright, Blanderson, let’s see what you’ve got.”
I don’t know but I have a feeling you already do! :) Share with the class.Miss you too, Blaine Warbler. I had a really nice weekend. It was hard coming back to the real world. :(…can you not? I manage to keep from killing Rachel, you know. I deserve a medal for that most days.if I hit Trent with my gavel?
#warbler problems
Fiiiine I will refrain. But only because I don’t want to get expelled. Or grounded.
I miss you already. :[
The real world sucks. I want to live in Weekend World forever. No school, no responsibilities, just movies and cuddles.
You know what we should do next weekend?
Sigh. Donut who?blaineisawarbler replied to your post: knock knockdonut
I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You’re such a loser.
Shape up, I can’t have you cramping my style in New York.
Meanie-pants. Fine. Don’t play along with my joke. :(
Donut worry, it’s only me! :D
(you’re supposed to laugh now)
There is no gif for what I am feeling.
Sigh. Donut who?blaineisawarbler replied to your post: knock knockdonut
I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You’re such a loser.
Shape up, I can’t have you cramping my style in New York.
Meanie-pants. Fine. Don’t play along with my joke. :(
donut
I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You’re such a loser.
Shape up, I can’t have you cramping my style in New York.
Miss you too, Blaine Warbler. I had a really nice weekend. It was hard coming back to the real world. :(…can you not? I manage to keep from killing Rachel, you know. I deserve a medal for that most days.if I hit Trent with my gavel?
#warbler problems
Fiiiine I will refrain. But only because I don’t want to get expelled. Or grounded.
I miss you already. :[
…can you not? I manage to keep from killing Rachel, you know. I deserve a medal for that most days.if I hit Trent with my gavel?
#warbler problems
“I knew you were an alien. I always knew it.” No one had eyes like that unless they were from another planet. It was a scientific fact. Blaine was a smart person, he knew these things. “And you can live in denial all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that you,” he poked Kurt’s forehead again, just to pester him, “are a blanket thief. I don’t need proof, I have my memories. Memories of shivering while you’re wrapped up snug in my blanket like a weird, human-stuffed burrito.” A giant’s burrito. Fi fi fo fum and all that.
And then Kurt had to go and talk about tying Blaine down. To the bed. You know, because Blaine’s thoughts didn’t have a tendency towards the inappropriate already. He opened his mouth to say ‘are you?’ without thinking, but caught himself and shut it again. Whew. Close call. “Sorry,” he mumbled instead, blushing and rolling over to face the wall and concentrate on not thinking about Kurt and ingenious uses for the uniform ties sitting a few feet away in his armoire. “I like to sprawl. You knew this when you agreed to stay here. Any injuries are your own fault.” Totally.
Kurt playfully slapped his hand away. “No touchy. I don’t know where you’ve hands have been and I just washed my face.” Cuddling was fine. Grimy fingers near the battlefield that was his complexion on a day to day basis was not. “Just know you lost yourself ten points for terrible cuddling,” he sniffed, checking off something on an imaginary list on his palm. It definitely wasn’t some bizarre, running tally that was in the business of comparing Zachary to Blaine. Where Blaine was always in the lead. Regardless of Kurt’s running list of complaints. Nothing like that at all.
He tapped Blaine on the shoulder. “Hey, I wasn’t done mocking you for your various shortcomings yet.” There was an obvious short joke in there somewhere, but Kurt wasn’t that desperate. “You can sprawl to your hearts content so long as I don’t wake up with any visible bruising. Or…” He shifted a little closer to Blaine, hooking his chin over the other boy’s shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist. Any direct contact was dulled by the two blankets separating them, but it was still nice. “You can learn to sleep like a reasonable person instead of a starfish.”
(Source: offofmyrunway)
“The freckles?” Blaine couldn’t resist reaching out and swiping his thumb over those apparently unforgivable speckles on Kurt’s nose and cheeks. He rolled his eyes and grinned. “You’re overdramatic. I like them. They’re… cute. Make you look human. It’s a good look for you.” His eyes flicked a quick path over Kurt, once more taking in Kurt’s floppy hair and slumber-heavy eyelids. It was beyond endearing, and the fact that Blaine found it so showed plainly on his face. Here was hoping Kurt was too sleepy to really notice.
Unfortunately, this newfound… whatever it was had a detrimental effect on his cuddling abilities. There was no way he could be that physically close to Kurt without doing something monumentally stupid, like give into the urge to kiss every single freckle gracing Kurt’s features and then move on to his lips and run his fingers through Kurt’s hair (something that was sure to earn him a Kurt Hummel Patented Bitch Glare and more than likely a smack in the head, too). None of this would end well. Kurt had Zachary and had quite obviously stuck Blaine firmly in the Friend Zone… and then gone one step further and stuck him in outer Siberia or something. He’d just managed to get Kurt to talk to him like he used to, he didn’t want to mess that up.
“You’re a blanket hog.” He heaved an exaggerated yawn, stretching and shifting to get more comfortable, obnoxiously knocking his limbs into Kurt on purpose. Annoying Kurt had always been an entertaining pastime. “I don’t want to wake up freezing. And hey,” he continued, pouting, “I am almost a real adult. I know how to tie a tie and everything now!” Only because Kurt taught him, but that was a minor detail. As were the Spider Man sheets currently gracing his bedroom at home.
Kurt lightly caught Blaine’s wrist and not-so-gently placed it back on his chest with a thunk. “Don’t touch my face. My oily t-zone doesn’t need any further assistance from your grimy fingers.” He quirked a brow, or at least tried too. His sleepy state had done a number on the impressive control he usually had on his facial muscles. And his brain, apparently. “Human, you say? Well, good. I’m trying to keep up the façade for a bit longer, you see. When you silly earthlings are least expecting it, I will take over the world.”
Kurt was no better at sharing a bed than Blaine was. Not that he was going to come out and say it or anything. “Not a blanket hog. You have no proof. How do you know you’re not just stupidly chivalrous in your sleep?” It was totally possible. Blaine could have given up his blanket those… five times out of the goodness of his heart. He made a small noise of protest as a wayward elbow made contact with his shoulder. “Hey,” he yelped. “Do we need to tie you down over there? Because I’m good for more than just a perfect Windsor knot.” He made an attempt to burrowed further under the borrowed comforter, making quite the show of his pouting lips. “I have to suffer abuse and I’m cold. Completely unfair.”
(Source: offofmyrunway)
