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blurglesmurfklaine · 4 years ago

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Death Cannot Stop True Love

Summary: After being kidnapped from his kidnapper by the Dread Pirate Roberts, Blaine reminisces on the poor farmboy who once held his heart.

The Princess Bride AU, one shot, 1.7k words

A/N: did i work on ANY of my wips this weekend? no <3

BUT DID I WATCH THE PRINCESS BRIDE TWICE AND THEN SUBSEQUENTLY WRITE THIS? YOu BET YOUR ASS I DID

I've never really written anything like this??? But I surprisingly had a lot of fun with it, so let me know what you think! :D

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Blaine’s hands land a bit too roughly against the grey granite for his taste, rather put off by the masked stanger’s manhandling.

He supposes being kidnapped by Willaim Schuester, then having the Dread Pirate Roberts kidnap him from his kidnapper wasn’t quite the delightful way he’d expected to end his evening ride, either.

“Rest, your Highness,” the man in black commands, the strands of tattered fabric that secure his mask tied behind his head billowing in the wind. Blaine refuses to shiver at the cool air of the highland whipping across his face, not wanting to show this man any signs of weakness. “You’re going to need it.”

“You’re the one who’s going to need rest,” Blaine spits, turning to face the man and take a proper seat on the stone. “My betrothed will come for me. Prince Smythe is an excellent tracker. He could track a falcon on a cloudy day, and he and his infantry will have me back in the castle and you in shackles by dusk.”

He should not make such bold claims at a time like this, and certainly not to someone as deadly as the Dread Pirate Roberts. Well, Blaine is only mostly sure he’s speaking to the infamous Pirate known for his murderous voyages on his ship, “Revenge”, but he’s certain enough.

“Ah, yes,” the man says bitterly back, fingers drumming ansty along the handle of his sheathed sword. “Prince Smythe. You have much faith in your most beloved, don’t you?”

Having his daily outing interrupted by that faux-philosopher Schuester from earlier and his two henchmen was unpleasant enough, but of all the things he’s heard come out of someone’s mouth this was the foulest. The law of the land gives Smythe the right to choose his spouse, and he chose Blaine. Despite this, Blaine knows he could never love Sebastian back. Now when he’s really known and lost his true love.

“I never said he was my most beloved,” Blaine snarls.

No. That title belongs to a name too precious to be uttered in front of the likes of a cheating, stealing, slaying pirate.

It’s been five long and lonely years since his dearest Kurt left him to venture out to sea, but Blaine can still feel Kurt’s hand in his sometimes, can still feel the residual warmth, as if it were yesterday. When he closes his eyes, it’s Kurt’s beautiful blue ones that are waiting for him when he falls asleep. Every round that his heart beats, it beats for the long dead Kurt Hummel.

Kurt had been Blaine’s family’s farm boy, and Blaine, in his infantile arrogance, loved nothing more than to boss him around. Whether it was “Farmboy, shine my saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning,” or “Farmboy, take these jugs down by the river to wash,” Kurt always responded with the same simple sentence that sent Blaine’s heart aflutter.

“As you wish.”

Blaine didn’t understand it at first—how could he, when he’d never been in love—the quickening of his pulse when he was near Kurt, how his knees seemed to careen and fail when hazel met piercing blue.

He didn’t understand why, when he’d asked Kurt to clean the stables, Kurt had looked at him with electricity in his eyes like a thunderstorm, and Blaine felt compelled to add a meek, “Please?” to the end of his request. He didn’t understand why when Kurt so softly answered him with those three little words— “As you wish” —Blaine would light like a lantern from the inside out.

He didn’t understand why he asked Kurt to fetch him a pitcher hanging right by his own head, just so he could be graced with having him in such close proximity, chest to chest.

“As you wish,” Kurt had said, and Blaine didn’t understand the magnetic force drawing them closer and closer.

And then Kurt’s lips were on his, and oh, how Blaine finally understood. He understood why wars were waged over Helen of Troy, and why lutists serenaded the public with foolish tunes of love that were actually the least foolish things in their nature.

He understood that every time Kurt said, “As you wish,” what he truly was saying was “I love you.”

He understood so clearly, and everything that wasn’t Kurt was reduced to complete and utter nonsense.

For a short year, they lived on borrowed time. Kurt’s family wasn’t from money, so he left the farm—and with it, Blaine—to seek wealth enough to ask for Blaine’s hand in marriage. It wasn’t long until the news came back to him that Kurt had encountered the Dread Pirate Roberts on the high seas.

There are three things Blaine knows to be true. Kurt Hummel was his one true love, death takes everyone and does not discriminate, and the Dread Pirate Roberts never takes prisoners.

Kurt never returned to him after that.

“No, I suppose he’s not your one true love,” the Dread Pirate responds, unimpressed. “I wonder whether a royal-to-be like yourself has ever truly loved.”

“I’ve loved and been loved deeper than you will ever know!” Blaine counters. “He was stolen from me, his blood on your sword. I know who you are. You’re the Dread Pirate Roberts, admit it.”

The Dread Pirate gives a little flourish, his night black outfit a stark contrast to the verdant grass of the highlands. “With pride.”

“You killed my love.”

“Quite possible. I’ve killed many of noble blood aboard my ship.”

“You know nothing,” Blaine says. “He was poor. Poor and perfect and with eyes like the sea after a storm. I received notice that he’d crossed your path on the high seas, and as we all know, you never take prisoners.”

Roberts shrugs, displaying such upsetting nonchalance at Kurt’s demise. “Can’t afford to make any exceptions. Once word leaks out that a pirate has gone soft, people begin to disobey you, and then it's nothing but work, work, work, all the time.”

Being held hostage by Schuester while the Dread Pirate fought off Michael Chang, one of the best swordsman ever to walk the earth, was nerve wracking. Hearing how he then proceeded to physically conquer who is probably the tallest man Blaine has ever seen, and then listening as he sat blindfolded to this man outwit William into drinking from a poisoned cup was a hellish enough adventure on its own, but it was not as dreadful as hearing his anguish ridiculed by this stranger.

“You mock my pain!”

“Life is pain, Highness.” The pirate gives Blaine a look that he would consider hurt, if he did not hate him so. “Anyone who says different is selling something… I think I remember this farmboy of yours. This would be about what, five years ago?”

Five years, three months, and sixteen days, Blaine refuses to say. His silence doesn’t deter Roberts from continuing.

“He died well, if it pleases you to hear that much.”

“With all due respect—which is little to none—nothing you can say will please me. Likewise, nothing you can say will harm me.”

“He made no attempts at either bribery or blubbering. He simply said Please. I need to live. It was the please that caught my attention. I need to live for him.” The pirate’s eyes grow misty and distant and so painfully reminiscent of his love’s that Blaine is forced to look away for a moment. “He spoke of a boy so lovely, and of enduring faithfulness. Sad to see he died for nothing. Tell me, Highness, when you heard news of his death, did you immediately become engaged, or did you wait a week out of respect for the dead?”

“Had I a choice in this matter I would join him among the realm of the dead!” Blaine yells back, surprised to see a bit of shock in the thief’s eyes. “You mocked my pain once, do not do it again. I died that day!”

The unmistakable sound of hooves pounding into the ground of the hillside opposite them causes Blaine to sigh in relief. He never thought he would be so elated to see his fiance. Still... elated may be too strong of a word.

The Dread Pirate turns to scout the incoming commotion, and Blaine acts before he has time to second guess himself.

“And you can die, too, for all I care,” he grits out, and shoves hard on the Dread Pirate’s back, sending the murderer tumbling down the hillside.

Blaine’s expecting to hear shouts of terror coming from the pirate, but what he hears next makes his stomach pool with dread.

“Aaaaaas yoooouuuuu wiiiiiiish!” echoes through the hillside, coming from the Dread Pirate Roberts and Blaine’s jaw drops.

“Kurt,” he gasps. “Oh God, what have I done?”

“Over there!” he hears Sebastian’s familiar and grating voice call out from just beyond the hillside. One glance behind his shoulder and Blaine knows they will come for him, and when they do, he will never see Kurt again.

So he jumps forward and follows Kurt rolling down along the slope of the hill.

Small rocks and flowers swirl past him in a blur, dirt kicked up every time his boots collide with the ground, and after falling for what feels like ages, his body finally comes to a halt, right next to Kurt’s warm one.

Blaine shifts to see Kurt better, body bruised from the fall, but soul absolutely jubilant.

Kurt scrambles over to him, black mask having been knocked off in the tumble. “Are you alright? Can you stand?”

Blaine laughs and reaches out to grab Kurt’s— Kurt’s —hand on top of his chest. as if to keep them physically tethered this time. “Stand? You’re alive. If you want, I could fly.” He buries his head deep into Kurt’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of him mixed with the grass and the dirt and the absolute joy of him being alive.

Kurt holds him back just as tight. “I told you I’d always come for you.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“My sweet Blaine,” Kurt murmurs, hand warm against Blaine’s cheek. “Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

Blaine barely has time to smile before Kurt’s lips are on his again, back in their rightful place.

#klaine #glee #wow look at me im writing!#klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #kurt hummel #blaine anderson

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fvckyouimaprophet · 4 years ago

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Kurtbastian hogwarts!au where Sebastian starts a bet with Kurt and whoever loses it has to take amortentia ( a love potion) and it backfires on Seb when he loses? (Sorry if its too specific) :)

Don’t be sorry! I really love filling specific prompts. It’s really cool to see people’s fic ideas. Plus, I always melt for Hogwarts AUs. Hope you like it! :)

Sebastian prods at his eggs and frowns. “Oh come on, Bas, you had to have known that was likely to happen,” Kurt says and nudges his foot under the table.

Despite his best attempt at a sympathetic smile, something else gleams in Kurt’s eyes. He may be biting his cheek, but his expression exudes an air of I told you so. Neither of them are particular good at withholding attempts at gloating, but Sebastian can hardly stand it in moments like this. “You know, it’s also your House that lost points,” he snaps back.

“I’m not the one who tried to hook up in the Prefect’s bathroom in broad daylight,” Kurt says. He takes a sip of his coffee, and a small smirk finally spreads across his face. “You can’t blame me for being amused. Besides, at this point it’s practically just another Tuesday when you lose points. That’s hardly big news.”

“Oh, bite me.”

“You know it’s true. I’m surprised the other Seventh years haven’t tried to kill you for completely ruining our chances at the House cup.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes but slides down in his seat. As infuriating as he is, Kurt’s not wrong. “I don’t lose points that often,” he says instead.

“Cut me a break. I bet you couldn’t go two weeks without losing Slytherin at least fifteen points.”

Sebastian tightens his jaw, trying not to act on the knee-jerk reaction to push back. He squirms, and despite his best efforts gives in with a scoff. “What’s the bet?” Sebastian asks.

“Rachel bought me some Amortentia a while back. I think as a joke, though I’m not really sure with her,” Kurt says. He wets his lips as he leans in, both elbows propped on the table. “Loser has to drink it.”

Sebastian’s breath catches in his throat. It may be more than he bargained for, but he’s never been able to resist a challenge. He sticks out his hand. “Two weeks is nothing. Just you see.”

- - -

Thirteen days in, Sebastian feels the tension seeping out of his body. On the second day, he loses five points during Transfiguration class for speaking during class when he asks Jeff to borrow a quill, but he’s managed to be on his best behavior.

He can practically feel the frustration radiating off of Kurt with each passing day. With one day left, he’s certain victory if in his hands.

It’s regrettably preemptive.

Halfway through Muggle Studies, Professor Schuester catches him levitating a pornographic note, complete with moving drawings, to Thad. “Mr. Smythe, I really had hoped you’d learned your lesson,” he says. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he gives Sebastian a look straddling the line between disapproval and disappointment. “Fifteen points from Slytherin, and detention in my office this Thursday.”

Even without turning behind him to look at Kurt’s express, Sebastian can tell he looks triumphant.

- - -

They wait until Friday to fulfill the bet and make their way up to the Astronomy tower with the corked vial and a bottle of Firewhiskey. They sit there, curled up in the nook of a window for nearly an hour drinking and talking until Kurt pulls the vial from his pocket.

“Okay, you’ve stalled for long enough,” he says and presses it into the palm of Sebastian’s hand.

Sebastian’s fingers curl around the glass, and he swallows thickly. His head is foggy enough from the Firewhiskey three shots in, but he knows that the heaviness in his arm has more to with what’s in his hand than anything else. “Don’t let me do anything dumb,” Sebastian mutters.

“My dear Sebastian, isn’t that entirely the point?”

With one final glare, Sebastian uncorks it and drinks it down in two gulps. Kurt’s eyes dart down as Sebastian licks his lips, catching any last drops. They sit with bated breath for a moment.

Nothing.

“Well, this is a disappointment,” Sebastian says. “Are you sure Little Miss Diva didn’t give you a dud?” he asks. The bottle of Firewhiskey sits between them, but when Sebastian reaches for it, his hands slip against the glass, palms sweaty. A slow, steady heat creeps up the back of his neck, and he purses his lips as he sets it down again and reaches up, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt.

“Perhaps,” Kurt says, but his eyes watch Sebastian like a hawk, lingering on his fingers Sebastian fiddles with the third button. “Are you warm?” Kurts words feel oddly gentle and melodic, and Sebastian finds himself smiling as he rocks forward and grabs the bottle again.

“A bit. It’s always hot up here, though,” he says and motions around.

Kurt hums, and when the silence falls between them again, he notices the way Kurt begins to size him up. Kurt’s gaze is entirely unreadable, but Sebastian’s attention drifts before long as he catches the way Kurt’s fingers fiddle with the edge of his robes.

He’s almost certain he’s never noticed the freckle on the knuckle of Kurt’s pointer finger, but now he stares, transfixed, unsure if he’s ever seen anything quite like it. It stretches and nearly shrinks when Kurt flexes his hands, and Sebastian teeters forward to get a better look.

Kurt’s laugh jars him out of it, and Sebastian jerks his head up. He can’t see himself, but he’s certain his grin is goofy. His cheeks nearly hurt from the effort, but Kurt’s laugh pulls it out of him, and his attention shifts up Kurt’s long, soft neck, past the outline of his jaw, and up to his lips.

“Oh.” Sebastian reaches out on instinct, and drags the pad of his thumb gently across Kurt’s bottom lip. It’s soft—should be considering that Kurt regularly exfoliates his lips. It’s always seemed ridiculous and excessive, but now that he can feel it, it suddenly makes sense.

Kurt’s eyes shut, and when he leans into Sebastian’s touch, it feels electric. “Bas...” His name comes out of Kurt’s mouth as barely a whisper, and before Sebastian has the opportunity to lean in, Kurt pulls back.

When he opens his eyes again, a wall is there between them, and the air feels thick and heavy. “Come back. Let me kiss them,” Sebastian whines. Kurt’s expression hardens briefly, so fleeting that if Sebastian weren’t studying Kurt as intensely as he is, he’d be certain he made it up. “Please,” he adds for good measure.

“I never thought I’d see the day Sebastian Smythe came begging to me.”

Sebastian wonders why he hasn’t before. “If that’s what you want, I can do it.” It comes out as more of a purr than he intends, and Kurt swallows and clenches his jaw. Sebastian’s chest flutters as he moves forward again, but Kurt places a firm hand on his shoulders and pushes back.

“I think it’s safe to say that Rachel’s potion worked,” Kurt says, and although his laugh sounds sharp, Sebastian’s stomach clenches angrily.

“I don’t get what’s so funny,” he says. A angry thrill runs through him at the thought that Kurt presumes this any of this has to do with the potion. In fact, his head has never felt clearer. Kurt, as he is right now in front of him—guards pulled down from the Firewhiskey and not entirely put together—is beautiful.

“Nothing,” Kurt insists, and his voice is so soothing, and Sebastian can’t help but nod, appeased.

“Good,” Sebastian says, “because I could hardly stand it if you took it like that.”

“I didn’t.” Kurt grabs his hand and squeezes, and Sebastian’s heart jumps up to his throat. Warmth blossoms where Kurt touches him and spreads outward until his entire body feels as if it’s floating.

Kurt’s always been there. They’ve been inseparable since they sat beside each other post-Sorting first year. But now, in front of him, caught in the moonlight, Sebastian sees him like he never has before. Here, in this moment, Sebastian is certain that this is as close to happiness as he will ever get.

“What is it?” Kurt asks, and when his thumb drags across the back of Sebastian’s hand, Sebastian cannot control the shiver that runs up his back.

“It’s you,” Sebastian says. Kurt’s gaze wavers, momentarily sadder, and Sebastian wonders how it’s possible that what he said could possible have that effect. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, frustrated.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know—hurt? I don’t understand. I know you want me.” The words topple out of his mouth, and he isn’t entirely sure he knows where they’re coming from, but Kurt pulls his hand back, and Sebastian is certain that can feel the wall there again despite Kurt’s teasing smile.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Kurt says, and he reaches for Firewhiskey and takes a swig. Kurt winces and runs the sleeve of his robes over his mouth. “Now tell me everything you’re thinking.”

They talk for another two hours, and Kurt has to stop Sebastian from kissing him six times.

And soon enough, Sebastian feels the fog lifting from around his head—fog he wasn’t even aware was there. His body feels heavy, disoriented, and he takes a deep breath. Everything else starts to seem fuzzy and distant, but somehow Kurt never does. Even when the exhaustion hits, and everything starts to blur, Kurt stays in focus.

“I want to kiss you,” he says three hours after taking the potion, and Kurt’s brow furrows in frustration.

“Not tonight, Sebastian,” Kurt says, his voice oddly cold, and his eyes look just past Sebastian, not meeting him. “I know you don’t want to listen, but it’s the potion talking.”

Sebastian shakes his head. “It’s not. It was before, but it’s not now.” He can feel the sharp, pleading tone to his voice, and Kurt falters, finally meeting his gaze. Whatever attention he has left for the room slips away, and Sebastian breathes shallowly, afraid that anything too strong will make the moment shatter and pass.

Still, the silence lingers, and eventually, Sebastian can’t stand it anymore. He speaks quietly, barely above a whisper. “I wasn’t wrong with what I said earlier, was I?”

For a moment, he’s certain Kurt will deny it with a wry smile and a what question, but then Kurt shakes his head. “No, you weren’t.”

“I’m such an idiot,” he says. Kurt’s expression softens, and he smiles fondly.

“You are. Always have been.” They sit for another moment, careful not to disturb whatever precarious moment they’ve stumbled into.

“Then why won’t you let me kiss you?” Sebastian asks.

Kurt considers him a moment before speaking. “How about if you still feel the same way tomorrow, I’ll let you.”

“Deal.”

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howtosingit · 4 years ago

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Hiii! Could you please explain why you don't like glee? I mean I didn't like it too but when you answer a question you explain it perfectly and I realllly wonder your thoughts about it. My friends at that time ,when the show aired, thought that i was being ridicioulus for not liking the show.

I don’t really want to get too far into it, but I’ll just say: Glee was the first show that broke my heart. It was such a huge part of my identity when I was a teenager (Midwestern gay kid, theatre nerd, I was literally Kurt Hummel, I literally had a frenemy who was Rachel Berry to a fault - all of it), and it absolutely killed me that the writers had no respect for the characters or their storylines. I stopped watching in season 5 when the Klaine relationship (Blaine was the only character I was watching the show for for awhile) became so toxic and unhealthy that they were literally trying to cause physical harm to each other (5x16, which I still haven’t watched because the idea of it makes me sick to my stomach).

Anyway, it can just be really hard to see yourself in characters that the writers clearly hate or don’t care about, and Glee has kind of reshaped the way that I connect to media and characters in media.

Also, while the show should be commended for the handful of things that it got right, or the number of conversations that it started, it also fucked up so many things and was incredibly offensive in a lot of ways. I don’t fault anyone for loving Glee, but I consider that show an ex who I had a very unhealthy and toxic relationship with, so I just find it pretty personally unforgivable.

Also also, Will Schuester is despicable and terrible and just... yeah.

#this was sent awhile ago #in response to me praising rafa for never watching the show #I didn't know if I was going to answer it - that's how much I hate it and never want to talk about it #but here you go anon #it's not as well-argued as I usually am #but you get it #anonymous #asks

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mrfnnhudson · 5 years ago

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got it in you → self-para

where → santana and finn’s apartment when → the morning after finn and santana’s christmas party what → finn realizes his mistakes, and tries his best to start fixing them warnings → mild sexual content.

Finn slowly opened his eyes as the sun entered his room. His body was wrapped around Rachel's and they were both still naked. She stirred, before slowly opening up her eyes and smiling at him "Hey there handsome… I feel you're ready for round two?" Finn was confused for a second before he realized he was hard and Rachel wrapped her hand around his cock. He let out a little groan, but pulled away. He quickly gave Rachel a kiss "I just want to freshen up a bit first." He said with a little smile, before walking to the bathroom. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The events of last night replayed in his head. Had he told Rachel he would move to New York? He couldn't do that. He didn't love her. What the fuck was he thinking?! He took a deep breath. He had to tell Rachel he couldn't be with her. It wasn't fair to her, him using her to get over Santana, and just taking a chance he would get feelings for her. And he had to tell her now. The sooner he rips that band aid off the better. He probably wouldn't tell her about the Santana part, or maybe he had to? Maybe he owed her that. "Whatever, don't think, just do Finn Hudson. " he thought to himself as he slapped himself in the face and went over to the sink to splash his face with cold water. He dried himself off and looked at the counter, Santana… He had been a complete asshole to her, giving her shit, like all of this was her fault when it wasn't. It was his fault. And he needed to make things right somehow. He had been gone for like ten minutes now, and he took another deep breath as he headed for his bedroom. To his surprise Rachel stood on the floor, and was dressed in her clothes from the party. He was confused, and then he saw the look on Rachel's face and she did not look pleased. And then he noticed what was in her hand, his football jersey. And his drawer was open. "I looked for one of your t-shirts I could wear while you were gone… I was going to put this on until I noticed it smelled… Like women's perfume." Finn swallowed hard and grabbed a fresh clean of boxers to put on, he didn't exactly feel like being yelled at while completely naked.

"It kind off smelled like Santana's perfume… And then that was in your drawer." She said firmly as she pointed to his drawer. He didn't know what she was talking about so he stepped closer and then he spotted it. Santana's vibrator. It must have ended up in his room during one of their escapades. He was at a loss for words, but "luckily" for him Rachel continued. "And then it all made sense, why you and Santana were in the bathroom together. And I might have been drunk last night, but I know i didn't give you that hickey." She choked out as she pointed to the hickey on his neck and started crying. "How could you do this to me, Finn?!". He put his hand up to his neck. He had forgotten about that. "I'm sorry… I" "-You're sorry?! You slept with her, a half an hour before you did the same with me. How do you think that makes me feel Finn?! You know me and Santana have had our fights in the past, and even though we're friends now. You had to have known it would make me feel bad. It could have been anyone but her. Why her? Why?" she yelled out the last time with anger, and it got to him so he yelled back "Because I'm in love with her Rachel!". The shock and confusion mixed with the sadness and anger on her face, and for the first time Rachel Berry was left speechless. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to yell I just… After a month of living together, things got flirty… And we ended up sleeping together. And again, and again. And all of a sudden, we were in this pseudo-relationship. And the night we met you at the Christmas market, I was going to tell her I loved her. But you came, and she ran away. But the next day, I told her through text and she told me she loved me back. But then I said you kissed me and that I kissed you back. And she got pissed and…." He realized she didn't need to hear all this. Or maybe she did to try to understand. "A few months ago, I would have loved to hear you say that you wanted us to be together… But I'm not in love with you anymore. I'm in love with her. And I thought that maybe if I accepted your proposal, I would get over her. But that was an asshole move, and you don't deserve that. And to be honest you should just slap me ri.." He didn't get to finish before Rachel slapped him across the face. It hurt, but he deserved it. And he did ask for it.

"Screw you Finn… I don't even know what to say." She said through tears as she went for the door and left. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. He sat down on the bed with his head in his hands, considering what to do now… And he knew what he had to do. He put on some clothes, and went out into the living room, evidence of the party all around him. He sighed as he got started on cleaning up, but made sure to be quiet so he wouldn't wake Sam and Santana. If they were still here. While cleaning he was thinking of everything he wanted to say to Santana, and when he was done, he went to his bedroom and got her Christmas gift. It was a piece of paper, that recommended her for the official title of co-director of the glee club. He smiled as he reread it.

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Dear Mr. Figgins

It is my solemn recommendation that we grant Santana Lopez the title of co-director of William McKinley's "New Directions" and add to her salary for her work. The last few months Ms. Lopez has been an invaluable addition to the New Directions. She has guts, moxie, and isn't afraid to say what's on her mind. I believe her help, was a major factor in us winning sectionals. And I know we'll need her for regionals and nationals too, to win. The thing is, even though she has been helping us. She has no official title. When she joined us for sectionals, she was merely counted as a chaperone. And she is so much more than that. She is a part of this club, and the kids love her to pieces, and it wouldn't be the same without her. The title and added salary is something I believe she deserves for all her hard volunteer work. Just like Will Schuester needed Sue Sylvester to get this glee club to win Nationals for the first time, I, Finn Hudson need Santana Lopez to win. And I know you want this school to win too, both the cheerios and the glee club. She's the badass to my soft heart in glee club. We need the balance.

Sincerely,

Finn Hudson

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He didn't know if Santana still wanted to be a part of the glee club. But it was her choice. He also had the letter he had gotten back in which Figgins had agreed with him and accepted his proposal. He sat down and grabbed a piece of paper and started writing.

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Santana,

First off. I had your Christmas gift just lying around in my bedroom, and I don't know if you still want it, but it's yours. Secondly. I'm really sorry about what happened between the two of us, I am. And I understand now, that what I did was fucked up. I woke up this morning with a horrible feeling. I didn't even recognize myself and my actions. But they were my actions, and I take responsibility for them. You opened up to me, and I threw that away for one last kiss with Rachel. But I was the one who screwed it up. Not you. I'm sorry if I made you feel like I thought it was your fault. When I saw you throwing yourself at Sam, I was upset. So, I did the same thing with Rachel. And the next day I ended up breaking her heart too, she discovered your vibrator in my drawer and that my football jersey smelled like you. And then there was the hickey and us coming out of the bathroom together. She put two and two together. And, well… I told her the truth. And I told her that I couldn't be with her, because I'm not in love with her. I was an asshole. To both her and you. I seem to do that a lot lately, which is something I got to work on. I've decided to go and stay with my mom and Burt for the remainder of the holidays. I know I'm not your favorite person right now, and I want to give you the space you deserve. I want you to have the apartment, I'm taking my name off the lease. I realize that after everything us living together isn't really a viable option, or something that you want. I packed a bag with me, so I won't need to be back before I move out. And about yesterday… I meant what I said, after. I love you. And I'm sorry I screwed it up. I'm sorry that I betrayed you, and it's killing me that something I did is the reason you don't want us to be together. But I understand and respect it. I'm going to try to be a better person, the person I felt like I was when you and I were together. You deserve someone who's going to do right by you. Even if that someone didn't turn out to be me. I really hope you get it. Because you do deserve it, you're worthy of love. You're worth working for.

Finn

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Tears were sliding down his cheek as he folded the paper and put it in in an envelope he had written "For Santana" on. In which he also added the recommendation letter. With that he took a look around the apartment, with misty eyes before he walked out the door and locked it behind him.

#selfpara #para #got it in you.

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goldenchildlynn · 6 years ago

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welcome to the game || solo

WHO: Ryder Lynn, Thomas Lynn, Sofia Lynn, Deputy Schuester, mentions of Rachel Berry, Noah Puckerman.

WHAT: Ryder finally gets his call from the police station, panic ensues.

WHEN: Saturday morning, 10:00 AM

WHERE: Lynn residence, Castleport.

NOTES/WARNINGS: This is the best I could do, and I love me some tension so enjoy xo.

Homecoming, it was proving to be bittersweet. After Hunter had picked him up from his earlier morning flight, Ryder went straight to his childhood home and crawled into his old bed. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and it was comforting to be wrapped up in his sheets even if they held a lot of memories that he wasn’t caring to revisit as of late. And he was almost asleep when he heard the home phone ringing, his mother’s voice echoing down the hall.

“Ryder, phone call!”

In that instant, he knew exactly who was on the other end of that phone. And if he didn’t, as he padded down the hall and saw his father pacing the kitchen well....he certainly did after that. His mother hesitantly handed the phone to him, and he cleared his throat, rolling his shoulders back before taking it off hold, “Hey, this is Ryder.” He managed to say, calm and collected, despite the pounding in his chest that had begun the moment his mom had alerted him of the call.

“Hello, Mr. Lynn? This is Deputy Shuester. I was calling to see if you had a moment to answer a few questions regarding Rachel Berry?”

“Hi, yeah, one moment please.” Ryder said, hearing the okay on the other end before putting the phone on hold and pressing his palms to the counter as he glanced over to his dad. “It’s the sheriff’s office, dad. They’re going to ask me about Rachel, like I told you, they asked everyone else and now they’re asking me...”

“We knew this was going to happen, Ryder. Just remember what I told you, that girl was....obsessed with you. What you guys had was just some high school puppy love type of romance, nothing more. Just keep a calm head, everything will be fine. Besides, like you told me, this is probably some dramatic antic she’s pulling and it’ll all blow over.” His dad spoke smoothly, bringing his coffee mug to his lips as he nodded at him, “Go ahead. You have a great lawyer if things get messy, everything will be taken care of, as usual.”

Taken care of as usual, while it should’ve been comforting, it always reminded him of everything that had been swept under the rug.

Clicking the button to take the phone off hold, he exhaled a heavy breath, “Okay, I’m here, go ahead Deputy Schuester.” Ryder said, trying to ignore the way his palms sweat in anticipation of what exactly was going to be asked of him. Or maybe some details that they had, about Rachel’s disappearance or something they found. The possibilities were endless, but still, he held his breath as he heard the older man on the other end clear his throat.

“Mr. Lynn, you were romantically involved with Rachel Berry at several points, correct? How would you describe the current nature of your relationship? Did you two ever discuss possible reconciliation?”

There’s a slight pause as he thought of the right thing to say, without shining too much light on their more recent meetups and conversations, “Yeah, we dated a bit in high school....but I dated a few people in high school, you know, young love and all that.” He tried to say in a lighthearted manner, pursing his lips together shortly after trying to figure out how to answer the second part, “I don’t know, I’ve been busy in California with football and school, we would text every now and then. Maybe grab coffee if I had time to come back into town.” He decided to leave out the more...dirty details, it really wasn’t anyone’s business in his mind, especially not with his parents eavesdropping around the corner in the kitchen.

“Right.” He could hear him scribbling down stuff, probably keeping record of what he had to say, and he waited with nerves filling up him body before hearing the next questions, “Would you consider yourself a person with a short temper? Can you recall an incident where Ms. Berry witnessed you behaving aggressively, perhaps even towards someone else, where it could be considered excessive?”

His brow raised, and he was thankful that this wasn’t in person questioning because the look on his face was enough to give away how displeased he was by what was asked. Still, he knew hesitating for too long would only make him seem guilty when he was far from it. “A short temper? Sir, I’m not sure exactly what you mean.” But he did, it was in reference to his rivalry with Puck, the constant fights they got in because of the missing girl in question. It was often she was in the midst of it, instigating it from the sidelines, and he clenched his jaw as he shrugged to himself, “Besides football games, none that I can think of. Things get intense on the field, you knows guys being guys, but I wouldn’t consider myself an aggressive person, no.” Ryder finally told him, not bothering to mention the Puck situation because it really had no relevancy. “I don’t see how that question has anything to do with her disappearance, if you’re trying to get at something here I can happily direct you to my lawyer?” It was a power move, one his father told him to pull if need be and he could hear the silence along with the writing on the other end.

“No, no need for that. Now, finally, when did you last speak to Rachel Berry? Can you recall what you two talked about, or what 'holding on to history' might be in reference to?”

Holding onto history.

The phrase alone made his blood run almost cold, fists clenching as he begun to pace the living room he’d currently led himself to. “Excuse me, what?” His voice faltered for a minute before he plopped down on the edge of the couch, head hanging a bit as he tried to figure out where that phrase came from, “Where did you get that quote from? I’m not sure I understand---”

“We can’t disclose any information on that, sir. Can you please just answer the question to the best of your ability? It’ll make this a lot easier for us to figure out what’s going on here with Miss Berry.”

With a heavy sigh, he pursed his lips together, “I don’t remember exactly the last time we talked, maybe a few months ago when she texted or called? I can’t say I recall what it was about though, something casual or something like that. She texted and called a lot but....I’m a bit busy with school and sports. As for the reference, I have no idea what that means, I’m sorry.” Ryder finally said, trying his damnest to keep his voice level as he rested his hand on his knee, wiping off the sweat that was collecting there.

More silence. It killed him.

“Alright Mr. Lynn, that’s all we have right now. We’ll keep in touch, until then, if you see or hear anything please don’t hesitate to reach out. Have a great weekend.”

And with that, the click signaled the end of the call. Honestly, he should’ve felt relief, but now, his shoulders felt heavy. That phrase, that quote, it was a signal that she was hinting to something he knew all too well. That tape needed to be located before things got too deep, before they started snooping and it could get into the wrong hands.

Looks like his stay in Castleport might have to be extended longer than he intended.

#cporttask #cporttask02

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alphabees-writes · 5 years ago

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Glee - S1 E2 (Showmance)

Mama Mia, here I go again!

Please don’t tell me this GROWN MAN had his license plate changed to “GLEE” to reflect the high school club he runs. PLEASE.

Rachel brings a whole-ass SUITCASE to school? I know she’s extra by nature but PLEASE.

Finn just Doesn’t Know What Things Are! I adore him.

You’re really just going to walk by Kurt hanging out by the dumpster with a bunch of dudes who harass him in the hallways? AGAIN? Nice one.

“One day, you will all work for me” I doubt these guys are going to be working up the ranks at Vogue.com, Kurt, but I rate the energy.

Emma you’re better than this dude. Run. Run as fast as your hollow bird pelvis will let you.

SANTANA’S FIRST LINE!!! You’re right, they should get a room.

For all the creepy obsessing Will’s done so far over the glee kids, you’d think HE would be the one to notice how they don’t have enough members to qualify

Sue points out a bunch of special ed classes, and yet I’m pretty sure she says McKinley has no real support available for special needs students later on? They must be whack classes

These people are really acting like all Will does is coach the glee kids even though he’s literally a Spanish teacher

Early Quinn may be incredibly mean, but like, I’d say thanks if she killed me

Rachel really has a whole spare outfit ready to change in to post-slushying? I guess that makes sense if it happens that regularly

Cory Monteith REALLY couldn’t dance and we love him for it

Disco didn’t suck until Mr Schue got his grubby little mitts on it

I almost forgot about Kurt’s selection of hats. What is this one? A fez? It’s fez shaped

Why is Kurt so sure they’ll throw fruit specifically? Is that McKinley asshole custom?

Terri’s actress, once again nailing the act of making me want to throttle her

Kendra also nails that.

A “used” house oh my god

THIS ARGUMENT BETWEEN KURT AND MERCEDES IS GOLDEN. “You need to call me before you dress yourself. You loo like a technicolor zebra.” They REALLY match. God I hope they ad-libbed that.

It’s the first rap of the show, folks.

I hate Mr Schue doing Kanye, I really do, but imagine Finn doing it instead like he planned. Better? Worse? I can’t even tell anymore.

The LOOK Kurt gives Mercedes when she starts belting out the Jamie Foxx part... Don’t be jealous hon you’ll get your bars. For real though his face is hilarious, he looks like he’s worried she’s about to burst a blood vessel with all that TALENT

Sign #5 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Get your hands OFF of Kurt Will Schuester he doesn’t want to dance! Tbh though I love season 1 Kurt during the group numbers because he just always looks SO done.

Mr Schue’s also wearing a T-shirt that says “DITCH PLANS” on it. Please DITCH the state instead?

KEVIN MCHALE IS THE UNSUNG VOCAL HERO OF THIS WHOLE SHOW AND I WILL NEVER LET ANYBODY FORGET IT

Watching them all sing in a goofy, candid way is honestly healing.

KURT’S DOING THE SINGLE LADIES RING-HAND MOVE IN THE BACKGROUND THIS BOY REALLY LOVES HIS BEY. Me too Kurt me too

They straight up gave Rachel no gag reflex and had her guidance counsellor make a joke about it? Ok RIB

“Have you ever liked somebody so much you just want to lock yourself in your room, turn on sad music and cry?” Same girl, same

AAAaaaAAALllLlLLLLLlll BYYYYY MYYY SEEEEeeeEEEEEEEELFFFF.........bY mYsEeElF i’M bY mYsElF

Ok I like Emma but she sometimes kinda sucks at her job

“He doesn’t even notice me” Rachel, hon, he’s probably already warned his neighbours about you

“Gay parents encourage rebellion” PICK A SIDE, SUE! I really can’t keep up with the convenient flip-flopping of her bigotry. And with Jean, you’d think she’d go off on Rachel for calling people “chromosonally-challenged”

Finn, of course you know who Justin Timberlake is... That’s Mr Schue’s hotter, less evil twin!

I love how they have to label Robin Thicke on the poster - you know, because of how awful and irrelevant he was even then?

Half the janitors are just gone. How has this school not been closed down already?

Sign #6 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Mr Schue: I want to build a club where people can express themselves musically Literally every single member: Hello Mr Schue, I’m here to express how much I dislike the music you’re making us perform. Mr Schue: Never talk to me or my fake-unborn-son ever again

Humble, modest Finn going d’aww shucks and telling Rachel to stop complimenting him is adorable. I love him!!!

How could I forget the celibacy club... I almost feel bad for Quinn, he’ like the only person there who genuinely cares about being celibate. I don’t buy that anybody’s convinced that Puck’s a virgin...

The fact that Finn thought joining the celibacy club would get him laid is just... Yeah. It suits him.

Jacob Ben Israel you will die by my hand you slimy, unforgivable bastard. NOBODY IS OBLIGATED TO GET YOUR DINGER WET, SCUMBAG! Short skirts are not an entitlement!!!

I still don’t know what Puck means when he says “Those skirts are crunchy toast” and I don’t think I want to know.

OH GOD T H E M A I L M A N . . .

Finn Hudson has canonically nearly killed a man and I don’t think anybody talks about that enough.

I beg all of you to look up this scene and listen to the way Finn goes “Ahahaha... Driving’s fun...” Like it just brings me so much joy. What a doofus.

Carole’s first instinct is to yell “OH MY GOD YOU’VE KILLED HIM WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!” Calm down queen he’s gon be fine

Quinn really hates contraception, huh!

I know your wife is a shit, Mr Schue, but it’s fucking reprehensible to lead on another woman. It’s clearly intentional at this point I’m sorry, you don’t put chalk dust on somebody’s nose like that platonically!

Rachel: We’re going to give them what they want! Kurt: Blood? God I love him

I do love the running gag of Figgins wildly overestimating the excitement for the assemblies tbh

This school doesn’t have working toilets but, hey, on the bright side, all you have to do to get expelled is shit yourself!

“Yay, Glee! Glee kids hooray!” Emma just warms my cockles

Will referring to the glee club and saying “We’re on our way back” like no, old man, you’re not getting clout for this. Then again, neither are any of the students until they’ve graduated...

AHH, PUSH IT! KURT’S HIPS. LOOK AT THEM GO. HE’S SO INTO IT.

I WANT THE FACE SUE MAKES WHEN SHE SEES FIGGINS TAPPING HIS FOOT TATTOOED ON MY HEART

Finn’s face as he gets ready to start his part... He’s so nervous. Bless him...

THE PERFECT TIMING OF KURT SLAPPING HIS ASS. And then the zoom on that fucking fanny pack going crazy this scene is so fucking iconic. That fanny pack has been burned into my retinas forever.

AND THE WAY HE WOBBLES HIS HEAD AROUND AS HE STEPS BACK. KURT! FUCKING! HUMMEL!

Oh god, now he’s crawling across the floor to Mercedes. I can’t tear my eyes away he’s GOING for it!

They really had Finn and Rachel go that hard? Honestly up until that point, the routine isn’t too overtly sexual, but now I understand why they get in trouble

I DON’T GET HOW THEY’RE STILL LOOKED DOWN ON AFTER THIS PERFORMANCE! Nearly everybody applauds! RIB just had to have that cake and eat it too.

I demand Will’s resignation too, Sue

Ah, the approved songs list... That they will proceed to ignore for the rest of the season post the Unholy Trinity’s audition

Sign #7 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He has NO PLACE to be mad at Rachel here. You didn’t listen to any of your students, you wouldn’t compromise, and now they’re going on a sex riot. You did this!

Ken Tanaka you cannot undermine a woman’s self esteem and convince her to settle for you as a second choice, and then complain about feeling like a second choice... WHY do they ever act like he’s a victim here?!

Finn saw that whole-ass picnic set up and didn’t think to ask about it? King. I love one (1) himbo. The way he says “You’re cool, Rachel” just fucks me up every time...

She pours him the TINIEST drink in the world? Girl the cups not even a tenth full and he’s a big boy...

The real OTP is Finn x Airplane Cups

Why does Rachel lie down for the kiss... Is it solely so Finn can have his little overflow at the mayo factory or???

THE MAILMAN SCENE HAPPENS EVERY TIME HE KA-BLAMOS OH MY GOD HOW DID I FORGET...

Look, Rachel, I get that it sucks that he ran away, but he literally has a girlfriend? You couldn’t have expected things to go that well...

THE UNHOLY TRINITY FORMS... I’M QUAKING

Throwback to how blatantly obvious it was that Santana and Quinn weren’t singing at all. How did they think they’d get away with that...

Brittany’s original sideswept bangs? Ugh. Giving me LIFE.

Dianna’s voice turned me gay. I’m genuinely convinced my sexuality is Quinn Fabray’s fault and I’m not even mad?

By this point we know next to nothing about Santana’s character, but the second Sue suggests sabotage, her face fucking lights up. She’s living for it already 10/10

Will you can’t make Emma tag along to all your janitorial shifts I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re married. And a jackass.

I know Rachel went behind his back, but there’s no real reason to give Quinn the Don’t Stop Believing solo? She’s talented and incredible and I love her, sure, but it doesn’t suit her voice at all my guy, if you didn’t have biscuits for ears you’d know that...

Is this the only instance where Will takes actual responsibility for the glee club’s actions rather than blaming it all on the kids? Wow... A rare gem.

The way he says “I should never have pushed disco so hard...” All serious like... Get a fucking grip

I can believe that Rachel’s neighbours would sue her for singing all the god damn time

Rachel singing “Take A Bow” is more fitting than I realised. At first I was like, “that’s dumb, Finn doesn’t really realise what he did anyway” but it fits her character to use a song and spin it so she feels empowered by it in the end. Or at least, tries to feel that way.

So there’s episode 2! What a hot mess. We love our hot mess.

#Glee #Glee Season 1 #Rosie watches things and then says things about the thing

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masonmccheers · 5 years ago

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Mastin - Woking and Rolling

Who: Mason McCarthy & Austin Pillsbury-Shuester @psitsaustin

When: Sunday July 28th

Where: Wok and Roll

What: Mason and Austin have their first date and it’s stupidly cute

Mason had gone through his closet about ten times. It was probably silly of him to be so nervous, but this was his first college date and he wanted it to go well. He didn't really know if it would go anywhere, but Austin was so sweet and adorable. He certainly didn't want to scare him off this quickly. Finally deciding on an outfit, Mason gave his hair one last poof before he left to meet Austin. Thankfully the dorms weren't too far apart. He stepped into the Schuester dorms and spotted Austin waiting for him in the common room. "Hi!" he greeted with his usual cheerful bounce. "I gotta ask. Does it ever feel weird living in a building with your name on it?"

Austin had been ready for just a bit longer since his own nerves had taken over plenty of times and made him stop in the middle of whatever he was doing while getting ready. First date jitters were such a pain, but they were worth it because he remained eagle-eyed and was very careful when it came to making the best possible first impressions. All the same, it didn't exactly stop him from succumbing to stress eating and he was finishing up a carrot cake cupcake when Mason's voice got his attention. "Hey Mase," Austin greeted with a soft smile. He pretended to think over his answer for a bit then shrugged as he headed for the kitchen to put his plate in the sink. "Not really. If anything, it keeps me from getting homesick. Before we go though, would you like a cupcake? They're carrot cake flavored."

Mason eyed the plate curiously, his eyes widening a little with excitement at the offer. "Dessert before dinner? College just keeps getting better," he laughed. "By which I mean, yes, I would love one." He nodded along at Austin's explanation. "That makes sense though. The homesick thing. And it's gotta give you some oomph around here if your neighbors get on your nerves."

Austin gave a light chuckle as he grabbed another plate then placed a cupcake on it before he held it out to Mason and closed the container with his free hand. "Sometimes, you just gotta treat yourself," he responded. He shrugged once again followed by the so-so gesture as he added, "Depends on the person really. The upperclassmen are more likely to just stare at me blankly while fellow underclassmen are apologetic until they put the puzzle pieces together that my parents are big time donors and have a couple buildings named after them."

"That's what I always tell people! My sister mostly," Mason admitted before biting into the cupcake. "Mmm, that's so good! Did you make these? And, yeah, that makes sense. Sometimes I wanna make a stage name for myself just because casting directors will sometimes know my parents, which could be a good or a bad thing. But either way I'd rather make it on my own talent, you know?"

"Thank you very much and yes, I did," Austin rattled off in an easygoing tone. It was honestly amazing how at ease he felt right off the bat with Mason, just like he felt around family and close friends. But he nodded in understanding as he listened. "I totally get that. Basically making a name for yourself, but in a more literal sense. But something tells me that you'll definitely be able to make it on your own talent when the time comes."

"I'll add these to the list of reasons I'm very happy I met you," Mason giggled as he finished off his cupcake. He smiled sweetly at Austin, a soft pink blush on his cheeks. "Thanks. No matter what happens, I refuse to say I didn't put the effort in and try my hardest." He rinsed his plate off and set it in the sink with Austin's. "Shall we head out then?"

"And I'll add your sweetness to my list of reasons I'm very happy I met you," the Culinary Arts major answered as hints of pink spread across his own cheeks. "You're welcome and that's the spirit." Austin gave a nod of approval then held his hand out to Mason while he removed his car keys from a pocket with the other. "Your transportation awaits."

"That cupcake probably just made me even sweeter," Mason teased, his eyes sparkling as he smiled. He slid his hand into Austin's and followed along with him. It already felt so nice, just being together. Easy and comfortable. It was a really great feeling for Mason when he was usually thinking about ten different things at once. "Shucks, you're gonna make me feel like Cinderella."

Austin chuckled as he led the way out to his car then unlocked it and opened the passenger side door for Mason. "Just doing what I do best," he responded. "My family, friends, and dates get the best of the best from me. And you get a double whammy of that since you're both a friend and date." He found himself reluctantly letting go of Mason's hand so he could walk over to the driver's side and get in.

"That's a pretty great quality to have," Mason told him once Austin had gotten into the car as well. "Most everyone's so busy giving themselves the best nowadays. Not that I don't love a good day of self pampering once in awhile. But it's nice to find someone who cares so much about the other people in their lives."

"Of course self care is very important," Austin agreed as he started the drive toward Wok and Roll Japan. "But it's one of my favorite qualities about myself, wanting to do right by everybody. Feels like a rare find of a personality trait, like you said." There were honestly so many questions that he wanted to ask, some more outside the box first date ones, but he feared they would sound rehearsed unless he figured out the perfect segue. "Do you want to do a mini q and a session of sorts? Get to know each other a bit better?"

Mason's smile widened and he gave a couple little excited claps in front of himself. "Ooh, yes, please. I love games and I love getting to know people, especially you. So this sounds perfect for me," he laughed.

Austin honestly loved Mason's energy and gave a bright smile of his own, right before his cheeks painted themselves pink. "Me too. Alright, my first question for you is in your opinion, what is something everyone in the world should try at least once?"

"Ooh, deep." Mason's index fingers touched together at the tip and he pressed them to his lips as he considered an answer. "I mean, the easy answer is chocolate chip cookies because they are a gift. But I guess my bigger answer is something that they're afraid of. Even something little. It gives you such a good feeling when you push past a fear. Okay, question. Who would you say has been the biggest influence in your life?"

"I agree wholeheartedly with both of those answers," Austin replied before he took a moment to think over his own answer. "That would honestly have to go to three people. My parents because they taught me the general life things that everybody should know before going off on their own. Then Jeff also gets that honor because without him, I probably wouldn't be getting out very much and even then, it goes beyond that." He lightly tapped his fingers against the steering wheel when he stopped at a red light then questioned, "Okay, are you a morning person or night owl?"

Even the little he knew about Austin's parents sounded so nice to him. It was more than he could say about his own, after all. "Jeff's a great guy. And an awesome dancer! It's always nice to have a friend like that." He looked over at Austin and blinked, "Yes?" he answered with a laugh. "I don't know how long it's gonna last, but there's just a lotta energy in my brain and it just seems to be on anytime I'm not asleep. What was your first kiss like?"

Austin nodded in agreement then gave a few chuckles at the first part of Mason's answer. "Honestly? That's totally understandable and relatable. Almost always something going on during the waking hours. But Jeff is both of those things, without a doubt. He's been my partner in crime since elementary school which is apparently pretty rare. Since friends tend to come and go during those years." When the next question hit his ears, he responded, "Believe it or not, it was also with Jeff. We were hanging out at this school dance and then next thing we know, we had a moment and smooched." As he finally pulled in the parking lot of Wok and Roll Japan, he inquired as he killed the engine and started to get out, "What's the strangest conversation you've ever had? Both phone and in person conversations count."

"Sounds like me and Madi. The partners in crime part, I mean. Not the... other part," Mason quickly added, not wanting to relive any of his high school bullying. "School dances are prime smooching spots though. I had a couple there myself." He shook his head as he stepped out of the car. "That's a tough one. I'm pretty weird, I have a lotta strange conversations. And Mads and I would talk about the most random things when we couldn't sleep at night. Aliens, why geese are such assholes, 100 duck sized elephants vs one elephant sized duck."

Austin's bright smile turned soft as he listened to Mason while locking the car once the doors were closed. He walked around in order to take the other's hand again as he replied, "You're right on the money about prime smooching spots. Think another popular one is behind the bleachers at football games, although I only heard stories." He chucked again at the weird conversation descriptions and added, "Think it's because small animals, like geese, only have so much space to store their anger. But late nights are the best time for wild conversations."

"See, I missed that 'cause I was always cheering during the football games. And I took my job very seriously. I still do," he told Austin, leaning into him ever so slightly. He waited until they got seated to continue the conversation. "That makes so much sense though! It's just like Tinkerbell! Okay, so what's one skill you've always wanted to master? Besides cooking and baking 'cause you've clearly already done that."

"And that's very admirable," Austin complimented before he took a quick glance at the menu then nodded in agreement at the comparison to Tinkerbell. "Wonder if any of the other Disney fairies share her temper. As for that skill, it will have to be confident public speaking. Like it is unbelievably easy to talk to family and friends, but it takes me forever to have that same level of calm with a group of people. I used to spend hours rehearsing presentations in high school and usually have to plan out phone calls in order to make appointments. How about you? Got any skills you'd like to get under your belt?"(edited)

"Most of her fairy friends seem pretty chill. Except maybe Vidia. But Tinkerbell chilled out in her movie too," Mason recalled. "I get that. Though I have to admit, I kinda like the attention. I'd really like to learn to play piano. I've always been more into the singing and dancing aspects of performing, but I'd like to get into the playing too." He looked at his menu curiously. "What do you recommend here?"

"Vidia is definitely a top contestant when it comes tempers," Austin agreed. He closed his menu once he'd made up his mind and carefully set it to the side while he listened to Mason. "Some people thrive off of attention and others don't, both of which are totally understandable. But learning to play the piano sounds really cool." He glanced over at Mason's menu then responded, "Crab rangoon for the appetizer then yakisoba with a side of gyōza for the entree."

Mason smiled at Austin's response, glad that did he didn't sound completely childish talking about Disney fairies. "Right. The whole introvert/extrovert thing. I've heard they can work very well together though. Just if you were wondering." He smirked as he took a sip of his water. "I don't know what those last two things are, but I'm very excited to find out."

Austin's cheeks lit up pink yet again and he mentally cursed himself for being so quick to blush as he took a swig of his own water. "I've heard the same thing. Fits right in with the opposites attract dynamic," he commented then brightened his smile as he filed through miscellaneous info. "Okay, so gyōza is the Japanese version of a Chinese dumpling. Wonton wrappers stuffed with pork and cabbage. Then yakisoba is a noodle stir-fry dish that incorporates ramen style wheat noodles with bite-sized pork and various finely chopped vegetables."

Mason giggled, finding that he really enjoyed making Austin blush like that. "Guess that could work out well for us." He listened intently as Austin explained the food to him, thoroughly impressed with the other boy's knowledge. "That all sounds delicious to me. I love me some noodles. What would you say is your favorite dish to make? Besides desserts."

"Indeed and happy to hear that." Austin took a moment to think about the various dishes he'd made over the years. "That would have to be baked breakfast nachos with a side of air fryer chicken wings. Made it for a relative's birthday one year and people couldn't get enough of it. Then it basically morphed into a sleepover staple with my friend group back home. Okay, describe your perfect day of relaxation. No classes, no prior plans, nothing of that sort to go off to."(edited)

Mason rested his elbows on the table and covered his cheeks with spread hands, his mouth hanging open as he started at Austin. He was about ready to drool and he wasn't entirely sure if it was because of the food description or the boy sitting across from him. Probably a combination. "Wow," he finally managed to get out. Dropping his hands, he considered the question. "I wish I was better at relaxation. If I go too long without something to do, my brain gets all buzzy. But I used to hang out at the skate park a lot in high school, just board for awhile without anywhere to go. I guess that helps me zone out."

Austin hummed as he listened to Mason's answer then gave a light nod of understanding. "That's honestly a really cool answer though. Always wanted to try skateboarding. And I totally get the whole buzzy brain thing, but more for a different reason slash a different type of buzzing." The waitress soon approached and cut him off before he started to reveal just a tad too much information. "I'll have whatever my handsome date is having," he answered when she asked what he would like to order.

Mason smiled shyly before looking up at the waitress and ordered everything Austin had recommended. He handed the menus over to her and turned back to his date. "The brain's pretty mean sometimes, isn't it? Like people think ADHD's just about not being able to focuse and... well, that's definitely part of it, but it does so much other dumb stuff and I just wish it would go away sometimes."

"You can say that again. My thing is more related to anxiety in the interest of being honest," Austin started and picked up one of the empty straw wrappers in order to fiddle with it. "Like most people think ADHD is one hundred percent not being able to focus, they think anxiety is fear. And like you said, while that's part of it, it doesn't encompass the whole deal. Your brain basically makes you second guess everything and you're constantly checking over your shoulder even though there's no danger present. It's basically the equivalent of having the Jaws theme song playing on repeat in your head."

Mason offered Austin an empathetic pout. "That doesn't sound fun at all. And it's like anyone who hasn't experienced it themselves-- they just don't get it. I get so frustrated with myself when I can't get something right and people are always telling me to quit overreacting, but I can't help it. My brain won't let me, you know?"

Austin gave a soft smile of gratitude as he nodded then paid attention to what Mason had to say. "Thank you and you're right on the money with the experience again. Don't get me wrong, it's great when people do their best to understand, but there are things that come up where you don't truly know until you go through it yourself. But I totally get what you're saying with that. Your brain kinda goes on the fritz while to an outsider, everything seems normal or like an overreaction or whatever at any given moment because all the trouble is in your mind."(edited)

Mason reached across the table and laid his hand over Austin's comfortably. "Well, our brain's may be unique in different ways, but I understand it as much as I can. And I can promise you won't be getting judgement from me."

"And I promise that you won't be getting any from me," Austin returned the sentiment as he lightly placed his other hand on top of Mason's. "I'll do my best to see things from your point of view whenever moments that call for it come up." Then he added, "On a more positive note, you really are an angel, Mason McCarthy."

"You have got to stop that or I'm gonna get a bigger head than I already have," Mason laughed. "Though that might help it grow into my hair." He flipped his head back dramatically so his hair bounced a little. "I'm gonna be honest, I was really nervous starting college. It's my first time away from home, even if it's only a couple hours. First time not having my sister right beside me. And I've been really fortunate to meet such great people, including you."

"In that case, maybe I should keep it up," Austin returned the joke with ease then nodded in an understanding manner once again. "Yet another relatable thing. College can take some time to get used to, especially the being away from loved ones factor. But there does seem to be a rather large influx of great people around here which hopefully helps make the switch easier. And you're on my list too." The waitress returned at that moment with their food and complimented, "You guys make such a handsome couple."(edited)

Mason stuck the tip of his tongue between his teeth playfully. "It seems I picked the right school to go to!" He reluctantly let go of Austin's hand just there was room for their plates as the waitress appeared. "Why thank you! I think so too."

Austin hummed in agreement then gave the waitress a thankful smile. "Thank you very much and I just so happen to agree with both of you," he answered. She parted with an 'Enjoy your food' before she went to go check on the other patrons while Austin got ready to dig in. "Here's a funny story. My grandma always says that if someone stops talking while eating, it must mean the food is so good, it stunned someone into silence. Shall we test that hypothesis?"

"It's gonna have to be pretty good. I don't stop talking often," Mason laughed. He'd learned to make a joke out of his hyper tendencies awhile ago in an attempt to cut other people off from making fun of him. He just did it first. "Here goes though." He took one of the rangoons and dipped it in sauce before taking a bite. His eyes widened slightly, but he kept quiet and just nodded.

Austin had to hold back a light chuckle, which only got easier when he followed Mason's lead. The crab rangoon was absolutely delicious and the sauce added a whole new flavor experience. He gave a thumbs up of approval as he finished his then joked, "Is it possible for people to ask food on a date? Because if so, we may need to talk about showing these crab rangoons a good time."

"Can't believe you're leaving me for a crab already," Mason teased, shaking his head dramatically. "I can't really say I blame you though. This is delicious. I would dump me for this."

"I honestly don't think I'd have it in me," Austin answered with a tiny laugh. "While these are delicious, they're not exactly the best conversationalists. Rather be able to talk to someone and get their take on an experience. Plus, there would be no hand holding or kissing or anything with a crab rangoon. Just staring at a piece of food which probably gets weird after awhile. Best to get lost in someone's eyes if you ask me."

Between the two of them, Mason was pretty sure they'd both spend the entire night a bright shade of red. "So... since we've already done all but of those things you listed, does that mean I can hope to experience the last one before the night's over?"

Austin gave a nod of confirmation before he remarked, "Let's eat first so we have some energy for that at least. Then we can continue getting to know each other and marking things off the list of first date experiences." With that, he started in on his plate of yakisoba, but not before he gave Mason a lighthearted smile while the brightness of the restaurant was nothing compared to the excited glint in his eyes.

"Energy is key," Mason agreed, managing to keep a straight face for abut ten seconds before he broke out into laughter again. He dove into his own dish, working carefully to eat in a semi-graceful manner. "So since Jeff's from Colorado and you've known each other for so long, I'm guessing you are too?"

"You would be correct on both notes," Austin replied with a soft laugh. "Lovely place to be and live, although sometimes the snow has a tendency to be obnoxious," he responded in between bites of food as well as sips of water. "How about you? Cool with telling me more about where you're from?"(edited)

"I know everybody goes there to ski. I've never been skiing myself, but I always thought it looked fun," Mason mused. "Oh, yeah. There's nothing too exciting about it. I grew up in Columbus. It's your pretty standard city. Mads and I went to a lot of camps all over the state though. Ohio's always been home, so I guess that's why I ended up still going to school here."

"Pretty much. Among other things, if you know what I mean," Austin chuckled as he picked up another crab rangoon. "But you're not alone when it comes to never going skiing. Maybe we could it out together sometime when winter rolls around." He listened politely while Mason talked about Columbus then remarked, "Still sounds pretty cool though and the attachment is understandable. Home state pride or however that should be phrased."

Mason's eyes widened a little, but his smile was just as bright as ever. He brought his fingers up to his lips to make sure none of his sip of water tried to escape. "I'd love to... try all sorts of new things with you," he replied as smoothly as he could manage. "I'd still like to travel more someday though. See more of the country, even other ones. And I dream of New York, of course. College just felt like such a big change on it's own, I thought I'd take smaller steps."

Austin gave his patented innocent as an angel smile, as soft and demure as possible when Mason caught the joke. "Then it sounds like we've got some fun times ahead. But that sounds like a really cool aspiration. College is definitely a major step, yet it can also be a stepping stone when it comes to achieving that dream. Some people travel thousands of miles in order to go to school and they see all new parts of the world along the one," he answered as his smile morphed back into a light, carefree one.(edited)

"You know, I'm starting to think as sweet as you are, you might just be a little naughty too. And I am more than okay with it." Mason took another bite and nodded along. "I think everyone expected me to go to school in New York what with my deep need to be on a stage. But Joie has an awesome theatre program too. And I know I'll get there someday. Do you have any ideas on where you wanna end up after school?"

Austin had to do everything in his power to keep himself from blushing at the new round of remarks then tipped an imaginary cowboy hat. "Nothing wrong with swerving away from expectations and indeed they do from what I've heard so far. And you've already got a major fan in me. Always happy to cheer you on at anytime. Then my hopes are along the lines of opening up my own restaurant and maybe a bakery as well. It'd be cool to be on a Food Network show like Chopped, but that's more of a bonus side dream."

"Oh, you should totally be on Chopped!" Mason replied with excitement. "I love that show. You'd be so awesome on it. But thank you," he added with a little more reserve. "Usually I'm the one who does all the cheering."

"You're quite welcome and thank you very much," Austin answered. He was grateful for the encouragement that came up, although Mason's seemed to hit in a different way. The words felt like they wrapped his heart in a warm hug, akin to the feeling he got when his family and other friends bolstered his confidence. "Always happy to return the favor. Plus I have no doubt in my mind that you'll get to New York. Got the makings of a great actor."

"You've never even seen me act," Mason pointed out with a laugh. "But I suppose I do have a natural drama about me." He sighed dramatically, but it quickly turned into another smile. He went back to his food and silently reminded himself that not every moment had to be filled with words. He didn't want to overwhelm Austin on their first night out after all.

"True, but you do have that natural dramatic air about you. And honestly, I can't possibly imagine any casting directors turning you down," Austin fired back and lightly pushed his plate to the side since he was somehow done already. "Then correct me if I'm wrong, but we might be in drama club together too?" He phrased it like a question just in case he was completely off. "If we are, that means I'll be seeing you in action sooner rather than later."

"I just hope you think that's a good thing," Mason laughed. He set his fork down and wiped his hands on the napkin in his lap. "Oh, yeah, I guess we are. I'm in a lotta clubs. It gets confusing." He shrugged innocently. "And I heard rumors we might be putting on a show sometime soon too."

"You're in luck because I do," Austin responded then hummed in an understanding way. "Imagine it's a bit like juggling in a way. Except instead of juggling fruit, you're juggling different clubs. But I've heard the same rumors and I'm honestly looking forward to hearing what the show might be. Kind hope it's something outside the box and not too mainstream, but still relevant in some way. If any of that makes sense."

"Oh! I can juggle!" Mason exclaimed with excitement. "Like actually. With fruit or balls or... whatever. And clubs apparently. There's so many great options to choose from show wise though. I don't know how big of a part I can get being a freshman, but I'll try my darnedest just like everything else I do."

"Wait, really?" Austin questioned while green eyes brightened with an equal amount of excitement once more. "I would love to see that sometime as long as it's not much trouble. But gotta agree with you once again on the great shows note. There are endless possibilities to consider. And either way, I look forward to seeing you work the stage."(edited)

Mason nodded with a proud smile. "Of course it's no trouble. It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it, for me at least. It might have something to do with the good coordination though. But I'm happy to show off my skills anytime," he assured him. "Do you sing at all?"

Austin's mouth dropped into a perfect 'O' shape for a split second before he commented, "Yeah, I've heard good hand-eye coordination is key when it comes to juggling. But that sounds cool and I'm looking forward to seeing that too." At the question, he gave a small shrug as part of his answer. "A little bit. Not too much though. Mostly while in the kitchen and either as quietly as possible or at a normal volume while hoping it gets drowned out by the cacophony of kitchen utensils."

Mason giggled again and shook his head. "Why do I get the feeling you're just being modest? I guess I might get to find out when that show rolls around though." He sat back and took a deep breath. "Well, that was all super delicious, but I don't think I could eat another bite."

Austin gave a tiny shrug as he responded, "Guess you'll just have to stick around till the show and solve the mystery thing." Next up was a light hum of agreement before he joked, "You honestly might have to roll me back out to my car. If human beings could teleport then this honestly wouldn't be a problem."

"I don't plan on going anywhere," Mason assured him. "Now I'm picturing you as Violet from Willy Wonka and it's really amusing." He took care of the bill and got to his feet, holding his hand out for Austin. "Come on. We'll walk it off, handsome."

Austin happily accepted Mason's hand and started to lead the way to his car. "Honestly though, I imagine it's a pretty funny picture. I mean, it's not everyday someone eats the wrong thing then turns into a human blueberry. But you're in luck because guess who also doesn't plan on going anywhere, Mr. Handsome?"

Mason wrapped his arm around Austin's as he walked beside him. "Right? And they just rolled her right out of there. I love that movie. Although that tunnel scene scared the crap out of me when I was a kid," he recalled. He turned and smiled at Austin. "Hmm? Is it you?"

"You'd be correct and honestly, right there with you with that tunnel scene," Austin continued with a soft smile. "But no joke, I bet that if circumstances were different, then Violet would have ended up becoming the heiress to the factory. She has knowledge about candy, an incredible work ethic, and at least a couple other things going for her. But I can understand why Charlie got it in the end since the story does focus on him after all."

Mason rested his head gently against Austin's shoulder as he considered that possibility. "That... makes a lot of sense actually. The problem is she has zero impulse control, which is a problem I'm familiar with. It can make it difficult to run giant candy companies."

"Exactly, plus much like all the other kids aside from Charlie, she had an ulterior motive," Austin rattled off as he unlocked his car and moved to open the passenger door open for Mason again. "Gotta give the reward to the purest of heart. Otherwise there might have been a riot and to tell the truth, I would have joined it. He deserved that payoff in the end."

Mason was sort of reluctant to let go of Austin, but they weren't going to get anywhere without the car. He slid in and waited for Austin to join him on the other side. "If only it worked that way in the real world, right? It'd probably be a very different place."

Austin made quick work of sliding into the driver's seat because goodness gracious, his heart had already started aching whenever he was away from Mason. Just like it did when he was away from family and friends, but also in a different way. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Things would be so much better off if that were the case. Pure of heart with a good head on their shoulders."

"I could rule the world!" Mason declared dramatically, holding his hands out. "Although when I say it that way it doesn't sound very pure of heart." He laughed as he leaned his head back against the seat of the car. "This night's been really awesome. And exactly what I needed."

"I believe that you'd be a very benevolent ruler though," Austin chuckled lightly as he held out a hand to Mason while the other one remained glued to the steering wheel in order to start the drive back to campus. "It definitely has been awesome to the max. A well-earned breath of fresh air and thank you very much for reaching out."

"I would share my cheer with everyone." Mason slid his fingers easily between Austin's as he watched him drive. "Thank you for not thinking I was a totally awkward weirdo and running for the hills."

"And that's just one of many reasons I think you're an angel," Austin responded as he carefully aimed to lift Mason's hand to his lips. "Hey, I should be thanking you for not doing that with me. I had an awesome time with you at the BBQ and was honestly hoping to either see you again sometime soon or hear from you again."

Mason felt his heartbeat quicken and he sighed in delight. "You know when cartoon characters see someone dreamy and their hearts beat all the way out of their chests? I think I'm turning into one of those," he declared. "Well, then I'm glad I managed to get your number outta Jeff."

Austin nodded because he was definitely experiencing the same potential transformation into a cartoon character. "I'm having a full 'Groovy' dream sequence moment like in one of those old Scooby Doo movies to be quite honest. Alien Invaders if my memory serves me correctly," he joked. "And thank goodness for Jeff in that case."

Mason let his head drop forward as he laughed. "We clearly need to have a cartoon movie night soon. And Jeff said he was going to talk me up, so if he says anything too embarrassing, you are required to tell me."

"I can get on board with that and I will be sure to keep you posted. If he says anything too embarrassing about me to you then please let me know," Austin responded. "He's a gem of a best friend, but at the same time, his mind works in mysterious ways that even I don't understand after years of friendship."

Mason chuckled, very familiar with that problem. "Well, I'm glad that I was cool enough to pass his test and achieve approved best friend dater status." They pulled back into the parking lots for the dorms and he sighed again. He really didn't want the night to be over yet.

"You are more than cool enough," Austin stated. He didn't want the night to be over either in all honesty. He ran through a list of options in the back of his mind before he inquired, "Do you want to come back to Schuester with me? We can watch Netflix together or something, keep getting to know each other?"

Mason perked up again at the offer, sitting up a little straighter in the car. "Yeah? I mean, of course. I'd love to. I would've invited you, but my roommate's probably there, so. Yes, I'd very much like to spend more time with you."

Austin's smile brightened which then morphed into an understanding one. "Sounds like a plan then and hey, I get that. Roommates can be interesting to say the very least, especially as you're trying to figure out one another's boundaries," he answered as he started to open his door. "But off we go?"

"Tell me about it. He's a little quiet, which is only a problem because I tend to ramble during awkward silences," Mason admitted, laughing as he undid his seatbelt and stepped out of the car. "But I wasn't quite ready to stay in a room by myself anyway."

"Hey, nothing wrong with that because I honestly do the same with awkward silence rambling," Austin chucked once he got the car locked again then walked over in order to hold his hand out to Mason. "Totally understandable. I had a roommate last year for the same reason," he added yet purposefully left out the part about all the arguments that had occurred in order to avoid dragging down the mood.

Mason hurried back to Austin's side and slid their hands together happily. "Well, I guess there won't be a lotta silence between us," he chuckled. "Except... maybe if our mouths are busy with other things." He gave Austin a playful smile before ducking down to hide against his shoulder.

That got both a laugh as well as a tomato red blush out of Austin and he just shook his head affectionately. "I do believe that we will continue to get along swimmingly," he remarked while he lead the way back to his dorm. "Shall we resume the getting to know each other game as well?"

When Mason giggled this time, it was a little more purposeful. He was definitely getting his kiss before the night was over. "Sure. We can do that. I don't remember whose turn it is."

Austin came to a halt in front of the door to his dorm room then responded, "Real quick though, there is something I want do to." He aimed to press a light kiss to Mason's cheek followed by another one to his lips. "I know that's technically done at the end of a date, but nothing wrong with rewriting the rules a little."

Mason's eyes slipped closed when Austin's lips met his own. As cheesy as it sounded, the kiss totally felt like one of those dream ones where your foot pops up and everything. His smile spread wise when Austin pulled back. "Rules are definitely made to be broken," he agreed.

"Glad we're in agreement," Austin replied then opened the door to his dorm room. "Welcome to Casa de Pillsbury-Schuester. Even though casa is Spanish for house instead of room, but there's a reason I took French instead of Spanish," he laughed before he picked up his laptop in order to pull up Netflix.

"Sala," Mason recalled. "Room is sala. But don't ask me to speak in Spanish cause I only remember random vocabulary words." He looked around and decided to take a seat on the edge of Austin's bed. He rested his hands on his knees and looked up at him with a dreamy smile.

Austin gave an appreciative smile before he shifted closer and aimed to lightly his head on Mason's shoulder while he scrolled through the Netflix options. "Same here with French. Could rattle off that vocab like there's no tomorrow, but mental conjugation is a nightmare. Now, what shall we watch?"

Mason let himself relax a little once Austin cuddled beside him. He leaned his own head over to rest against Austin. "Your hair is very soft. And... I'm sorry if that sounded creepy," he added with a scrunched up nose. "Friends is always a safe bet."

"Maybe just a little bit," Austin joked as he pulled up the first episode of Friends. "Couldn't agree more. That's honestly a major go-to. Breaking the Magician's Code is another one, Stranger Things, then Rules of Engagement. Which reminds me of my next question for you. What TV series do you keep going back to and rewatching?"

Mason brought a hand up to his face and hid behind it for a moment. "Someday I'm gonna get my mouth to stop saying things before my brain has a chance to figure them out." He shook his head slightly at himself. "I've never seen the Magician one, but I love the others. Parks and Rec is definitely a big one. The Office. All the classics."

"Well, until then and even after, I'm more than happy to listen to whatever you have to say." Austin nodded as he listened to Mason list off shows then switched to Breaking the Magician's Code. "I'll go back to Friends in a bit, but basically this magician is revealing the secrets behind well known magic tricks. Thing is though, he uses a mask to hide his identity so a narrator has to do all the walking through tricks. Although I'm pretty sure the magician does reveal who he is at some point in the series. All wise choices though in terms of other shows."

Mason smiled, letting out a little breath of relief. He really didn't wanna mess this up on the first date, not when he was having such a great time. "Wow. That's very brave of him. I can't imagine too many magicians are happy about that. I also, admittedly, spend a lotta time watching old musicals."

Austin gave a hum of agreement before he took a moment to think about the reactions he'd heard over the years. "Imagine that was the case, but I'll be sure to keep you posted. Since secrecy is one of the names of the game after all. Then musicals sound cool and old ones do too. Cool with listing a few?"

"Exactly. Unless it's actual magic which is... both cool and terrifying to think about," Mason chuckled. He ran his fingers lazily along Austin's palm and wrist. "Singing in the Rain is one of my faves. West Side Story, Music Man."

"You can say that again," Austin replied before he turned slightly in order to press a kiss to Mason's temple. "All of those sound really cool. I also think I saw a production of West Side Story one year with my drama class back in high school. Maybe we could save that as a date idea? Watching old and maybe some new musicals together?"

The kiss just made Mason lean in even more. He was sure he couldn't stop smiling no matter how hard he tried at this point. "Oh, it's so good. Something's Coming? Mind blowing. The forbidden romance. I'd love to watch some together. New or old. If it's a musical, I probably either already love it or will."

Austin made a quick note of the musicals date idea on his laptop before he went back to the page that displayed Friends. "Then that's what we shall do sometime in the near future. And West Side Story will be first on the list because it'd be cool to see that take on Something's Coming. Now, on to these hilarious misadventures." With that, he started the show and carefully perched his laptop on his nightstand before he moved to wrap an arm around Mason's shoulders.

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