Time Zone: EST
Character: Blaine Anderson
Ships: Klaine, Seblaine, Blaine/male
Activity: 8/9 although I have exams this week, so I’ll go on as much as possible, but I might just creep.
Para Sample: (Okay, this one is long because, well… I like to write) (you don’t need to read it all. really. it’s long)
Blaine’s walking through the rain, but he doesn’t feel it on his skin. He parked a few blocks back, so he wouldn’t be seen, and the rain’s only just started so he’s not too wet. He doesn’t care if he gets wet, he doesn’t care if he gets sick, all he cares about is Kurt, and getting to his house on time. Blaine knows there’s some McKinley game tonight, and he knows everyone will be there, minus Kurt. He also knows Kurt’s left Quinn’s house and back at home. Having friends can sure be handy.
Blaine spots the familiar house from down the street and his pace quickens. He sees nothing, hears nothing, feels nothing, even thinks of nothing except for what he’s going to do. He doesn’t care if Kurt ends it, or slams the door in his face. He just needs to see Kurt, to talk to Kurt once more. For Blaine is determined to make this feud end today.
Blaine’s heart drops when he notices there’s no car in the driveway. He briefly thinks that maybe Kurt parked in the garage, but when he knocks on the door loudly and rings the doorbell with no answer, Blaine knows the truth. So he waits. Sitting on the porch steps, his knees pulled up with his arms resting on his knees, head on top, Blaine waits. And he waits. And he waits. 30 minutes becomes an hour, which turns into nearly two. Still, no Kurt. And still, the rain falls. It can’t hit him here, but Blaine thinks about how wonderfully the rain reflects his mood. Then, his thoughts go back to Kurt.
Finally, Blaine realizes that Kurt’s not coming. His body slowly rises, Blaine’s mind still waiting at the door, and he begins to walk away, his feet barely lifting off the ground. He shuffles down the street, the rain dripping down through his hair and off of his face. Blaine was really hoping today they would make up or— no, the other option hurt too much to even strongly think about. But apparently, Blaine was meant to suffer in his misery for longer. Maybe he was suppose to suffer forever, as he didn’t see another chance coming any time soon. Maybe Kurt saw him, sitting on the steps, and drove away quickly, not wanting to see his pathetic face ever again. Blaine couldn’t blame him.
Blaine’s eyes flashed up from the ground as a car drove by. It sprayed water on Blaine as it went and Blaine didn’t even attempt to move. He deserved it. He’d ruin not only his life, but the life of the only one he cared about. Kurt was better off without him, no one deserved the ugly being called Blaine.
The car zoomed by quickly and Blaine wouldn’t have even noticed if it hadn’t been for the sound of tires and rain. Lifting his head up, Blaine saw, if only for a second, the profile of one Kurt Hummel. Blaine checked the license plate and sure enough, it was him. Blaine had two options, but he didn’t even give himself time to consider the other before turning around and running as fast as his feet could carry him.
“Kurt!” Blaine screamed over and over, chasing after the car. He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop, not until his feet broke from underneath him or his heart ceased beating. “Kurt!” Blaine stumbled in the rain, nearly falling but he continued to run. He couldn’t let Kurt go, not again.
Blaine continued running and screaming into the car pulled into the parking lot and Blaine saw the beautiful form of Kurt come out. With one final burst of energy, Blaine cried out “Kurt!” and sprinted forwards. He saw Kurt turn and all he wanted to do was rush into Kurt and begin to sob, holding the boy close. But he couldn’t. Because if Kurt rejected him again…. Blaine didn’t even want to go there. Blaine came to a halt in front of Kurt, his ring for Kurt bouncing against his chest. Blaine’s face was crumbling, he could feel it as he looked at Kurt, beautiful, gorgeous, brave, amazing Kurt. Blaine could never come up with enough adjectives to describe the boy in front of him. “I— I miss you. W-we need to talk,” Blaine said meekly but also firmly, needing to stress how important this is and not wanting to get rejected. “I can’t keep going on like this, not knowing where we stand or how you feel… I can’t keep living feeling the way I feel… Kurt, I need you. I need to tell you something and I need to hear you say it too.” The rain was dropping down on his heavy hair and into the thin beard beginning to grow on his face. “Kurt, please. We need to talk. Don’t do this to me again.” Blaine’s voice hitched. “Please Kurt, listen to me, believe me, trust me.” Blaine paused, wanting to grab Kurt’s hand and hold it against his heart. “Sebastian means nothing to me. You’re… I love you, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.” And with that, Blaine began to cry.