he gets Blaine Warbler responding to his questions instead of Blaine.
Yes! I knew it!
I am sorry I didn't get to a fun private photography scene in here somewhere, as we'd discussed.
The imagined photography scenes had no business in this chapter. And I hope you know you're under no obligation to produce them just for me! I adored brainstorming with you, and you're inspired, then, god, please, want take have, but I was operating under the safer assumption that if I wants to see a thing, I gots to pick up my pen and make it myself. :)
(my erotica muse has pretty much passed out after this fic). Do you mean something that's more like Blaine takes what he wants rather than accepts what he's given?
(Ha, I'll bet.) Yeah, I guess so. I want him to reach a place where he's confident of his right to ask and take and get good things. I want them to have relaxed, ridiculous sex where they, I don't know, buy some absurd toy and have then trouble using it because they keep cracking each other up. I want Blaine to have a friend in his life with whom he can talk utterly frankly about sex. (In my current headcanon, Tina becomes that person; hoping like heck I'm not about to be jossed to kingdom come.) I want Kurt to learn the delicate art of poking Blaine until he talks. I want Blaine to be sitting on Kurt's couch one day and hit a saturation point and start talking and be unable to stop, and talk and talk until he's hoarse and Kurt's just like, "Holy fuck," and then at some point, hours later, "Blaine. Like hell I'm going anywhere. Ever. Do you take my meaning? Ever." I want Blaine to believe it down to his bones.
I really really wish I could buy you a drink.
Only if I can buy you the next one! I don't recall exactly where you are, if I ever knew, but if you ever make a run up to New England, holler.
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Yes! I knew it!
I am sorry I didn't get to a fun private photography scene in here somewhere, as we'd discussed.
The imagined photography scenes had no business in this chapter. And I hope you know you're under no obligation to produce them just for me! I adored brainstorming with you, and you're inspired, then, god, please, want take have, but I was operating under the safer assumption that if I wants to see a thing, I gots to pick up my pen and make it myself. :)
(my erotica muse has pretty much passed out after this fic). Do you mean something that's more like Blaine takes what he wants rather than accepts what he's given?
(Ha, I'll bet.) Yeah, I guess so. I want him to reach a place where he's confident of his right to ask and take and get good things. I want them to have relaxed, ridiculous sex where they, I don't know, buy some absurd toy and have then trouble using it because they keep cracking each other up. I want Blaine to have a friend in his life with whom he can talk utterly frankly about sex. (In my current headcanon, Tina becomes that person; hoping like heck I'm not about to be jossed to kingdom come.) I want Kurt to learn the delicate art of poking Blaine until he talks. I want Blaine to be sitting on Kurt's couch one day and hit a saturation point and start talking and be unable to stop, and talk and talk until he's hoarse and Kurt's just like, "Holy fuck," and then at some point, hours later, "Blaine. Like hell I'm going anywhere. Ever. Do you take my meaning? Ever." I want Blaine to believe it down to his bones.
I really really wish I could buy you a drink.
Only if I can buy you the next one! I don't recall exactly where you are, if I ever knew, but if you ever make a run up to New England, holler.