Chinese and cardigans 

b-lainers:

Blaine didn’t often talk about his family and friends. Not because he was secretive, but just because there really wasn’t much to tell. “My parents and I don’t talk. Ever. They found out I was gay and decided they’d just like to pretend like they never had a son to begin with. I moved out once I graduated high school and we haven’t spoken since.” He shrugged, not really feeling bad about it because it’d been years and he was used to it. “As for friends, I have a few, but nothing that’s been incredibly long term. No best friends, anyways. I tend to drive people away sometimes,” he said with a small frown, not sure if he should be admitting that to Sam. Although if his behavior from before hadn’t driven Sam away, then he might not go anywhere for a while. “I lead a pretty boring life. Grew up in a small, conservative town with small-minded, conservative parents and then I moved to the city to try to find my own way.”

This was it. This was the reason Sam was still that scared kid in the closet. The one that pretended he was against all relationships. A lone wolf. Actually, He was just gay. Gay and afraid. “I-I’m sorry about that.” He compassionately remarked after Blaine had finished. “Well, I think we’re friends now- Right?” He smirked as he looked down to his plate. He swirled pieces of noodles around in the sauce, toying and generally playing with it instead of eating it- He’s eaten a lot of the meal. A few stray noodles and grains of rice across the plate. Several green vegetables, Unknown to Sam, gathered on the other side of the plate. Sam was a child when it came to eating- Rarely eating things that were green. 

(Source: s-ammy)