And this is why Amy is the best and I’m crying tears of blood and she’s fucking amazing okay?
TUMBLR NO YOU CAN’T BE THAT GREAT
But you didn’t have to unfollow me
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your likes
But you treat me like an anon and that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends delete your inbox and then change your url
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that reblogged my post
Now and then i think of all the times I appeared in your crush box.
Thought we were really close and that was fun.
Thought those likes were genuine.
want you on my sidebar again,
I read your tags and they’re a lol i still remember.
You can get addicted to a certain kind of tagging.
Loved to scroll - infinity scroll.
Thought that you just didn’t make much sense,
though you said we could still be friends,
I’ll admit that I was glad you sent followers over.
..BUT YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO UNFOLLOOWWWW
MAKE IT OUT LIKE WE NEVER HAPPENED, WE WERE NOTHING
AND I DON’T EVEN NEED YOUR LIKES
BUT YOU ASK ME ANON QUESTIONS AND I FEEL SO ROUGH
NOW YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO STOOOP SO LOOOW
DELETE YOUR MESSAGES AND GO AND CHANGE YOUR ACCOUNT
I GUESS THAT I DON’T NEED YOU THOUGH
NOW YOU’RE JUST SOMEBODY THAT REBLOGGED MY POST
NOW YOU’RE JUST SOMENODY THAT REBLOGGED MY POST.
It’s not like he’s doing anything wrong, Kurt reasons with himself, crossing his legs on the lawn chair and sipping at his glass of lemonade. Blaine had invited him and Rachel over to hang out and Kurt just isn’t ready to go swimming yet, that’s all. He ate a light salad before he came over, and his sunscreen hasn’t soaked in properly yet. It would just be irresponsible to move from his chair right now. It has absolutely nothing to do with—
“Oh my,” Rachel says, lifting her straw hat up and peering over the top of her sunglasses. “Those two sure are going at it.”
Kurt flushes, but god, she’s not wrong. Blaine and Cooper have been fooling around in the pool for a while now and it’s gotten rather… obscene.
“You’re going down!” Blaine yells, hopping on Cooper’s back and wrapping his arms around Cooper’s broad shoulders until he’s dumped back into the pool, sputtering and trying to drag Cooper underwater with him.
“I’ve heard bad things about that book,” Kurt warns from the other end of the bed, nodding towards the soft cover in Blaine’s hands.
Blaine glances up and mumbles, “All true,” red rising in his cheeks.
“Why are you reading it?”
“Rachel recommended it. And after the first page or so it’s kind of like watching a train accident in slow motion.” Blaine glances back down at the page. “If one train was full of chickens and the other train was full of…eggs.”
“Straight sex just isn’t sexy,” Kurt clicks his tongue. Though he keeps glancing up, kind of intrigued.
“Oh it’s not that it’s straight.”
“The writing?” Kurt wonders aloud.
Blaine hesitates and flicks back a couple of pages. “Prepare yourself,” he warns and Kurt grins, unaware of what he’s about to be hit with.
Shifting to sit cross legged and center himself Blaine blinks once slowly and then reads the line. “‘Suck me, baby.’” Across from him Kurt raises an eyebrow. That’s not so terrible. Blaine continues: “‘His thumb presses on my tongue, and my mouth closes around him, sucking wildly. Holy fuck. This is wrong, but holy hell is it erotic.’” Blaine sighs.
And flicks back further to the dog-eared page. “Wait,” he warns, even though Kurt’s giggling. “Wait…’Christian follows with two sharp thrusts, and he freezes, pouring into me as he finds his release’ Kurt…I don’t—”
Kurt’s still giggling but his hands are up. “Why are you still reading this?” His expression falls. “Oh my god, how are we still having sex? How are you not just squirming every time I touch you.”
Blaine joins him in giggling as he crawls across the bed and pushes the book from Blaine’s hands to the floor. “I could write better than that,” Kurt says.
“Yeah?” Blaine asks, challenge already rising in his voice.
“I think so.”