#bluinn

It's an established fact we do need some pretty in that tag and yeah. So I was thinking ...

We could do some sort of Quaine meme, like the Glee meme that goes like : 

day 1: a graphic ; or questions (like "what made you ship them ?" "a moment you'd like to see happen etc) and themes and yeah ... day by day ?

itsabouttiming answered your question: “It smells like cookies”

Tonight I made a secret oath to keep chasing after you and I am not going to stop whether you like it or not.

She was angry, upset, livid. He had come home from work to find her on the small fire escape outside their window with a beer in hand; it wasn't completely out of character but the fact that she had almost run through the six-pack of his Stella. He sighed and ran a hand over his face. For the most part, they were okay but then real life caught up so swiftly, so quickly that Blaine had nothing to do but step back and distance himself until he got to a place where everything was normal again. And so began the nights that Quinn would wind herself up so tight that she had nothing to so when it all got too much but to explode.

He's always there to pick her up and put her back together again, always and that's a fact that he wouldn't have any other way. Blaine nears the window, leans out and calls out her name; a situation so familiar, it's embedded into his brain. 

"Hey."

It's only then that she looks up and it's only then that Blaine's heart breaks.  She wrecked, ruined, broken. He knows that his distance is what causes this but he goes insane without it. He separates himself so he can worry about everything that needs worrying. He separates himself because he doesn't want Quinn to see him completely torn down; he still isn't ready to let her see that side of him after all these years. He backs away from the window and she re-enters their apartment. Her gait isn't graceful; it's clumsy and blunt, her steps heavy and Blaine knows that were she to fall and hurt herself she would revel in the bruise the next day. It's a vicious cycle that entraps the both of them.

He nears her now and wraps his arms around her. She's still dark, frigid, passive and heavy with alcohol but Blaine just leads her to their bedroom. This is where they heal, together; where they whisper their secrets and let the weight of their word fall away. 

He knows that in the morning, she will wake with a headache and know how far she let herself fall again and Blaine will be there to help her get through it. But now they are in their reckless state and all he wants is just skin to skin, intimate and vulnerable and just them but he won't take it so far tonight because she's intoxicated and he feels like an asshole. But their closeness is enough to put a balm over his over worrying mind.

They're laying down now and Blaine can tell that he's about to lose Quinn to sleep, her eyes dark and droopy, her expression still dark. He noses at the spot behind her ear, blessing any higher power above that they're still together after all this time and turmoil. But his prayers are broken with a soft sigh from Quinn and Blaine realizes that he's now placing soft kisses on that spot.

"What are you wearing? It smells like cookies."