The Doorway: a panfandom game

BLAINE:

Now that everything's back to normal, do we talk? About the show?

You know, I can deal with the alien plague. I can deal with being in an alternate dimension where I share an apartment building with Spider-Man. I can even deal with the fact that I'm a fictional character and I'm constantly being mistaken for the guy who plays me on TV.

What I can't handle is the complete lack of spontaneous musical numbers. Someone please explain to me how "serenade your boyfriend at the Olive Garden" turns into "sir, you're disturbing the other customers, please leave".

WHO: Blaine Anderson + Kurt Hummel
WHEN: Friday, March 13
WHERE: Kurt's apartment
WHAT: Knocked out by the plague, Blaine and Kurt settle in with the essentials: tissues, blankets, orange juice, and hair gel.

( This is terrible. This is worse than the time we got food poisoning at that Chinese place I told you we needed to try. This is worse than that time I got my eye gouged out by a slushie. )

I got a job working for the theater department at a local private school. The work is rewarding, but it is only temporary. I will value experiences like this when my name is in lights again.

I've been here since Sunday night and I'm still not convinced that this is real. Is that a common problem here?

So - I'm just saying, hypothetically, if someone got married in their home universe, but they're here, what... exactly does that mean?

Hypothetically.

You know what? I love Valentine's Day, and I don't care who knows it.

Yesterday was a great day, and you're all great. I think we need to settle in and just ... love each other. And take full advantage of half-price candy today.

I would have posted yesterday but

WHO: Kurt Hummel + Blaine Anderson
WHEN: Right after their last texts/phone call
WHERE: Kurt's apartment
WHAT: Blaine ends their phone call by going to Kurt's apartment -- and even though he thinks it's going to end up being a bad idea, they end up reconnecting.
WARNINGS: Sexual references but v. little sexual content
SONG CUE: Welcome to Glee, kiddos! Imagine this log ends with a song segue into Virginia to Vegas's "We Are Stars" (Living life like it's just a game of blackjack / I don't know how but we always find our way back; lyrics). Imagine a montage and stuff. ;)

( We don't talk about rules or boundaries or what-goes-where because we try to live in this fantasy land where love is supposed to make it all work, and it doesn't. )

TEXTS TO BLAINE ANDERSON (sent very late at night, long after anyone in their right mind should be awake):

» We need to talk
» Set boundaries
» Maybe have some rules

Testing. Is this thing on? I am looking for Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel, and they are probably looking for me as well.

Moved to the third floor over the weekend. Time to make another floor of the tower smell like cupcakes during another one of my stressbaking adventures. Red velvet or chocolate?

Oliver Queen (Arrow):

How do we live together now and I still feel like I've barely seen you! You were asleep when I woke up this morning. I'm down in the basement if you need me! Also, I think I made friends. Or people I enjoy observing. Whatever.

I've skimmed enough of this network to have figured out a couple things:

1. I'm pretty much stuck here.
2. Until, apparently, I randomly disappear.
3. I've been here before. Creepy.
4. I am a very, very ugly crier.
5. Being able to see my friends by googling their names is not comforting.
6. I need a job. Or at least spend less of my stipend on wine until I get a job, that was a mistake.
7. My Valentine's Day plans are thoroughly ruined, but... honestly the guy I was dating was casual and the more I think about it, the more on the fence I am about getting all up in that business anyway. I'm definitely the hot one in that relationship, but at what cost?

OLIVER QUEEN:

Hi, Kurt Hummel, new friends with your girlfriend.

Tell me you actually have Valentine's Day plans for Chloe, because so help me god if your idea of a romantic Feb. 14th (on a Saturday!) for your just-made-it-official girlfriend is brooding on the roof while she watches Netflix, I will hurl something out a window.

Yes, hello, could one of the locals please explain to me how your Saint Valentine's Massacre turned into this chocolate and flowers holiday?

texts to blaine anderson:

» So the other night
» I don't want you to take that the wrong way
» I was just tired

I can't tell what's worse: realizing that my entire life being a television show actually makes perfect sense and explains a lot, or finding out that it is literally all about Rachel Berry being better than everyone else. I'm a secondary character in my own life!

I guess that explains why everyone sings more than I do. Or why everyone bursts into song in public in the first place.

Day three.

Still here.

I still haven't woken up yet, and because I thought I was in a coma dream I ate my weight in cheesecake. I'm regretting that now.

I feel like it says something about my life when this isn't the weirdest thing to happen to me this week.


My name's Blaine, and this ... isn't quite the New York I know.

You never know now much stuff you have until you start packing. I've had to get a few more boxes and I still don't think I have enough. All of it will be well worth it, though.

Anyone teach kickboxing or something like that? Want to get a little tone, more then the machines at the gym can do.

Well, I am as ready for when Julliard starts as anyone, and working as a sales clerk at Macy's isn't going to take up as much time as I would like. They only have so many hours to give. It's alright for now, I suppose, I feel like I've been working my whole life and I can take a second to breathe. The only thing is I'm not so good at relaxing.

So I found this at a coffee shop this morning. And now this flavored coffee is sitting on my awesomely decorated desk in refugee affairs while I'm debating.

( Cut for picture, not a filter )


Yay or nay? Brilliant idea or bad decision? You decide!