Welcome, world wide web to my small corner of the internet! My name is Blaine Anderson and I currently reside in a small mansion with my brothers due to some, ah, issues back at home. Are you ready for a lot of little details in a very short time? I've known I was gay since I was twelve and am very, very single. My favorite subjects in school were Choir and English. My brothers are actually my identical brothers. No, I have never pretended to be any one of them. Outside of the house, I enjoy bad reality shows, medium drips from your generic, indie coffee shops, the bold fashion statement that is a bowtie, Top 40 radio, the musical sensation by the name of Katy Perry, and almost every show to grace the stages of Broadway. That was quite a list, but you get the gist. I'm a bit fuzzy on what I'd like to do once we're allowed out of this place, so if you have a hint, clue me in, okay? Honestly, I'm running out of surface details about myself, so I'll leave you to have a look around.
OUT OF FUTURE STARS
That you are, consider me impressed.
Understandable, even the show choir blogs tend to reach their limits after a while of digging and reading into what’s going on.
I try, I try.
And then you dive into the unknown that is the world wide web and all of a sudden, you’re past the funny cat videos into crazy psychological journals. Oh, the places you go.
[ Knowing that Blaine was bound to catch on had Kurt’s cheeks flushing, wondering why he had honestly just done something completely dorky, though choosing to keep rolling with it, because why not? ] “It doesn’t have to be a snowman!” [ He comments back as soon as the door opens, gazing up and down to take in what Blaine had been wearing, humming his approval more to himself just as he pulled the case out for the other to see. ] “Oh, you mean this little thing?”
[Kurt was blushing and it was cute. All the Hummels’ had that natural ‘cute’ quality to them, Blaine thought, except for maybe Stefan. But Stefan was a matter all his own and Blaine didn’t like to think of him all that often. The boy smiled at Kurt’s quip, stepping away from the door and motioning Kurt into the room.] ”You, Kurt Hummel, are a god among men.” [Blaine moved to sit on his bed once more, feet dangling a few inches off the ground after he jumped onto the mattress.] “But you’re going to have to put it in because this T.V. drives me crazy. I can’t figure it out for the life of me.”
A day reading Neil Hilborn’s poetry is a day well spent.
He wrote the OCD poem, right?
Nah. Murder’s not my thing. I’m too lazy for shit like that, anyways. Plus, I’m not too keen on actively breaking the law. Taking a shot of vodka is one thing, killing someone in cold blood is another. No worries, Blanderson.
Well, it’s reassuring to hear that your laziness is the only thing holding you back from murder. I’ll be sure to let the cops know should they ever come knocking. That said, I could see you in a life of crime. A mob boss for something. You kinda remind me of those guys on the Sopranos.
Having fun, are we?
A bit, yeah. More than I was before I started trolling the internet anyway. This house is dead boring, Celo.
Wow, I never pictured you to be the mental type of person with such interests, you learn something new everyday.
I’m a man of mystery.
Really, I was just bored out of my skull and you can only watch She’s The Man so many times before the plot becomes really questionable.
You’re giving me too much credit, Bowties. Which is unsurprising, seeing as you like to think everyone pukes rainbows and glitter. Then again, I’m not the one digging through philosophical articles for fun. So I guess I just don’t know what I’m talking about.
Rainbows and glitter? That’s a little … excessive, don’t you think? I’m not nearly that bad. I mean, I’ve known you since before I can remember — I think I have a good enough understanding of you that I’m not worried you’ll murder me in my sleep.
[ Excitement, that was the word used to describe how the Hummel male would feel. He always enjoyed getting the chance to watch some of his favorite musicals, despite what a few others would try to claim, any chance he had; he gladly took. Kurt glanced to his phone so he could respond to Blaine’s messages, case in hand of the musical they planned on watching together. Deciding that he would stick to his comfortable pants with his t-shirt and matching hoodie over top, he stopped the moment he reached Blaine’s door. Shaking off the jokes and puns used in their conversation, he knocked first to let the other know he had finally arrived, he would have walked in, but he didn’t want to be seen as rude, so he waited for Blaine to answer. ] “Do you want to build a snowman, Blaine?” [ He teases from his spot, snickering, waiting for an answer just as the phone was returned to his pocket. ]
[Blaine smiled, his eyes still closed. Kurt was singing Frozen at his door and if that didn’t warrant a grin, then Barbra Streisand was an unfounded star. Jumping and moving to the door, Blaine leaned close to the wood.] “Does it have to be a snowman?” [Blaine opened the door, swinging it wide and resting his hip on the handle. For a moment, Blaine admired the way Kurt managed to wear a t-shirt and hoodie while not looking homeless, as he definitely would have. Shaking himself mentally, Blaine grinned.] “Do you have it?”
I think I’m a late bloomer, then, because my morals still haven’t arrived. Or maybe I’m just meant to have none. While you, on the other hand, have them all. How coincidental.
Actually, the highest level of morality is reserved for, like, Ghandi. That’s stage six. Most people usually get to at least stage three, if not four. You would be … well, you’re definitely at stage two, which is “satisfaction of one’s own needs defines what is good.” I’d say you’re a solid three, though, just from the surface, “what pleases others is good.”
I think you need to reconsider what you find “entertaining”. That shit just sounds boring.
You just have to read the summary. It’s better in there than I could ever describe it. Mostly, it says that we’re born without morals and then we gain them in levels with age. I mean, most people do.