Seeking Comfort || Anderberry
Blaine hadn’t been having a terribly good past weeks to say the least. School was rough, homework was constantly present given that he came into the school year late and needed to catch up, and a boy he had a crush on was probably the last person on Earth who would date Blaine. So he was kind of in a rough spot. He was often held up in his room, laying across his bed and doing work or playing on his Playstation 3. He sometimes went on his blog but Kurt posted so frequently and it was sometimes hard to see it. He knew he was being childish, getting upset over this crush he knew was foolish. But he couldn’t help it. Seeing Kurt post all these pictures of attractive men, usually the opposite of Blaine. Seeing him talk about wanting to skinny dip and dancing around. Seeing him casually flirt. It made Blaine almost want to give up on trying to go on his computer. Blaine knew he would get over it eventually, but for now he would continue to sulk within his room.
He flipped over the page of his Algebra textbook, looking at the new set of questions and clicking his mechanical pencil to ready it for answering. This stuff was all so natural for him, writing down the answers like they were processed for him. As he wrote he wondered what had been going on with Rachel. He hadn’t heard from her much, not even through texts which was weird. When they were at home she didn’t come bother him, which she always loved to interrupt him or drag him out to go somewhere. Maybe she was just so busy with her new friends, or had her own guy. Although any guy she had probably actually liked her back. Clearly whatever it was kept her away from her disappointing little brother. It was exactly how Blaine saw himself, a disappointment. Even if it wasn’t true, Blaine’s state lately had him thinking poorly of himself.
Rachel didn’t have a good excuse for why she hadn’t really been keeping up with Blaine. Between Cheerio’s, the party-kissing-Sam disaster, the Hockey team and realizing that for some people, she would just never be good enough; she just hadn’t really been feeling like herself. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. She couldn’t shake it. After returning home from practice and showering, time found her leaning against the counter in the kitchen waiting for the timer on the over to ding, the kitchen already smelling like cookies. Operation: talk to my brother was in full swing. She knew he’d be doing homework, or maybe even playing a video game by now, and that was alright. Blaine always made time for her.
The truth was, she really didn’t know where to begin. How much to tell or how much to leave out. The kiss was between her and Sam, and she really wasn’t sure if Blaine knew about it, she figured maybe he did, he was friends with the blonde after all. But that didn’t necessarily mean anything. They had taken a ‘pretend it didn’t happen’ approach to the event, and for the sake of her sanity she was happy to leave it at that; for the time being at least. Exhaling slowly she ruffled her bangs, trying to push them out of her face she stared at the granite counter tops, waiting for the cool stone to give her an answer of some kind.
Eventually, the timer sounded and Rachel gave up trying to organize her thoughts, opting to pull the cookies out, turn the stove off and plate the cookies, setting them on a tray before she poured two glasses of almond milk and carefully made her way upstairs. Knocking she waited for his voice to sound before she balanced the tray on one arm and opened the door with the other. “Hi!” She gave her best smile and she made her way inside, setting the tray on the nightstand. “I thought I’d share, I didn’t think you’d ever forgive me if I made cookies and didn’t share.” She flopped gracelessly on the bed next to him, glancing at the Algebra homework. “So…whats up?”
(Source: alpha-blaine)
Reckless Abandon- Blink - 182
On and on, reckless abandon Something's wrong, this is gonna shock them Nothing to hold on to We'll use this song to lead you on And break the truth with more bad news we left a scar, size extra large
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Cemetery - Say Anything
If you want, then when we die, We'll ascend to some place way up high. At the gate, they'll show you through. If they ask me, I'm with you.
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I need to pick my uniform up from the dry cleaners in the morning…
Eesh, hates when that happens. Which, unfortunately happens all the time for me. Better get used to it now.
I’m trying its just a lot to adjust to.
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I need to pick my uniform up from the dry cleaners in the morning…
What’s that face for, Rach?
It was supposed to be done yesterday, they messed up. I’m just a bit annoyed.
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I need to pick my uniform up from the dry cleaners in the morning…
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