Blaine Devon Anderson

Would you be mad if I said I ended up sick?

Did you see Endgame?! Dude.. I cried like a newborn baby from beginning to end.

Blaine slid into the booth, looking around to make sure management wasn’t paying attentions as he smiled. “We did ‘Raise Your Glass’ by P!nk. It was so much fun, even if we did loose.” He shrugged.

But... donuts. I can’t say no to donuts.

Blaine bit his lip as he thought back to the last time he had a full blown performance. “I think the last time I really performed a huge number was at my high school graduation. My glee club, The Warblers, and I performed a huge number.” Smiling at the memory, Blaine set the last menu down and sighed. “God, I miss it.”

If you see me today and I have donut all over my face, don’t ask.

If Iron Man dies, I may die.

I try my damnest not to let them define me, but I swear they just haunt my every freaking day. No, not a conversion camp, just the classic ‘let’s build a car and see if a bit of grease will get the gay off of you’ act. It was pretty pathetic though how desperate he was until I found that he took me off their will and kicked me out.

I think you and I have a lot more in common than I originally thought. My ‘father’ is still trying to do things that’ll ‘turn me straight’. Like, c’mon man, you kicked me out at 15 for being gay and I end up at your own parents house only for you to turn around and try to turn me straight? Nice try.

The guy who happened the impregnate my mother with me.

You’re right there, but the fear of that happening stops me from trying.

You want a personal live performance, Kurt? I can be over in fifteen with a number ready if you’re okay with me jumping on your furniture.