it's time to begin, isn't it?

  containing the sigh that’s pushing it’s way up her throat   proves to be an easier task than she imagined.  if it had   been   anyone  other than blaine, she had no doubt that   would have already flipped.      there were so few things   she  asked  of people. it shouldn’t be that hard to follow   them.  but this was blaine.    he would always be able to   pull at her heart strings,       even when he wasn’t trying.   being   mad   at   him   wasn’t   something she could do. 

                   ❝ what’s wro—is that a stain?                    blaine!      what did you do? ❞

                        "I didn't do anything! I took it off when I was                         helping with dinner to avoid splattering                         but apparently that wasn't enough."

  it’s not that she minds sharing.  her entire life   she’s shared everything with him.     he is her   other half.  that’s not something rachel would   ever want to change.  but  they  talked  about   this. her morning & night time rituals were too   complex  for her to share the bathroom. they   had an agreement.    or she thought they did.

                   ❝ what are you doing? i’m not finished ! ❞

                                "Rach, I'm sorry————"

                        and he was. Truly. They were both very aware                         that there was no way he would interrupt her less                         it were a dire emergency ( After all, being on the                         receiving end of his sisters anger was unpleasant,                         to say the least. ) He respected her habits as he                         had since their infancy, but given the fact that his                         favorite bow tie ( a gift from his sister herself )                         had a stain on it and their stain remover was in                         the bathroom... well.

Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number: 9 (forehead kiss)

         Rehearsals for the musical that he was taking part in that NYADA was putting on kept running later and later and later to the point that it really was ridiculous, but he couldn’t really complain. Just being able to take part in it was amazing and he was happy, in spite of the fact that he never got to see his fiancé or his friends on a regular basis anymore, unless they were asleep, but it would only be for another month and a half. One thing that was definitely a bother when it came to late rehearsals was getting into the loft though, considering that the door really was loud unless he was careful. And he was known for accidentally waking his roommates up—once Santana had actually thrown something at him.

         So he tried to open the door carefully this time, poking his head in briefly before stepping into the loft completely, closing the door behind him and locking it tight. With a breath of relief at the thought of being able to collapse into bed with his fiancé he let his messenger bag fall from his shoulder as he set it down gently and strode further into the loft, pausing next to the couch to turn off the lamp. It was only then that he realized that someone was sleeping on the couch, and while that wasn’t unusual since Santana usually took up that spot, this time it was definitely Rachel which was less standard as far as he knew.

                  Glancing around he imagined that Santana had likely taken up the vacated bed without complaint and imagined that Rachel had probably fallen asleep while watching television or reading, perhaps before the other two had gone to bed. Nonetheless he glanced at the woman’s sleeping form and couldn’t help the fond smile that he let appear on his face and he leaned over the back of the couch, grabbing the blanket that had slipped down to the brunette’s hips and pulled it back up the girl’s body, tucking it securely around her shoulders.

         Automatically he craned his neck to press a gentle, fleeting kiss against her forehead—nothing unusual on his part. While he and Rachel were not as close as Kurt and Rachel, he definitely loved her in spite of her rather erratic behavior when it came to certain things, and sometimes he wondered if in some other life they had been siblings. Surely they had to have been, since from the moment that they met he felt some sort of a connection with her, not counting the drunken kiss they had shared, but those were other thoughts for another time. And anyways, he was exhausted.

                           So he reached over and turned off the lamp, letting his eyes readjust to the lack of light before looking at Rachel one more time.

                                                      ”Good night, Rachel.”

Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number: 6 (fingers kiss)

         Productivity was overrated sometimes, as far as he knew, because the idea of sitting on the couch of the loft curled up in a blanket waiting for his fiancé to come home was much more appealing than doing his coursework. What he hadn’t really counted on was falling asleep but that was alright and he wasn’t sure when he dropped into unconsciousness or how long he stayed there. A nap never hurt anyone, and he had been busy as of late anyways, and at the rate he was going he wasn’t sure when the last time he got a good night of sleep was. So drifting off was nice…

                  The next thing that he was aware of was a touch against his forehead and his cheek and he was pulled back into partial consciousness at the touch and leaned his head into it, wanting to seek out more of that warm touch. At some point during his rest the blanket had come undone from his shoulders and he was cold again and his toes curled against the fabric of the couch and he exhaled softly. Words were uttered, soft and amused and loving and even though he already knew that it was Kurt the voice reassured him and he let a small smile spread across his face.

         Slowly his hand reached up and he curved the palm of his hand over the other man’s and breathed softly, humming absently under his breath. Words could not describe how unwilling he was to open his eyes in that moment so he didn’t, and instead he turned his head and pressed his lips against the brunet’s thumb, and paused for a moment. After a beat he continued, kissing the pad of the man’s forefinger, and then his middle finger, ring finger, pinky… the touches of his mouth were light and fleeting but he tried to transmit as much love as he could into the movements. Finally he let his mouth rest for a few seconds against the palm of Kurt’s hand, and let his smile grow just slightly, before letting go of the hand and turning his head away.

         For a moment his fiancé’s hand hovered before touching his face again and fingers carded through his loose hair that wasn’t gelled down—it was too late and he had already taken a shower anyways. And Kurt’s touch against his scalp was pleasant and he sighed softly out of pure contentment, finally bringing himself to open his eyes just slightly, peering up at the man before him who was looking at him with such adoration that it made something inside of him tremble. Sometimes it was crazy, utterly insane, just how much he felt he loved the man who would one day be his husband.

                                    ”Welcome home.”

                       A soft, amused laugh, and then a chaste kiss was being pressed against his lips.

         Fingers ghosted lightly over the spines of the CDs that he was peering through, squinting slightly as he read the titles that were printed vertically, lips pursing just so in thought and little else. The tips of the appendages traced them once, twice, thrice, before exhaling and straightening up, turning on his heel and bounding out of the room. It was easy to walk those few feet to the door that was right next to his and he knocked on the wood just beneath the gold star mounted on it, only waiting a few moments before opening the door on his own.

                  Anyways, it’s not like it really mattered that he was striding into his sister’s room. So long as she didn’t immediately say anything against it, she never really cared as long as he knocked first and he stepped into the lavishly pink room and leaned back against the door frame, tilting his head in question. While the question would definitely sound accusing he had to know--it was Daniel Radcliffe for crying out loud.

         ”♫’Cause it’s too cold, for you here…