Mercury-Skies
Aug. 30, 2012, 3:53 p.m.
Masterpieces
Be My Muse: Prologue
E - Words: 1,073 - Last Updated: Aug 30, 2012 Story: Complete - Chapters: 35/35 - Created: May 30, 2012 - Updated: Aug 30, 2012 3,743 1 15 0 0
"Hey Blaine! Open up!" Sing songed a voice. Blaine shuffled wearily towards the door of his apartment, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes in vain.
"Oh baby brother!" The voice sing songed once more.
"Alright, alright! Shut up!"
Blaine wrenched the door open to reveal Cooper Anderson, irrepressible big brother and asshat of the enigmatic Blaine Anderson.
Blaine Oliver Leonardo Anderson was a young man of twenty years of age, a little on the short side but strong and well-defined. He'd tell you that what he lacks in feet he makes up for in inches and the trail of more than satisfied one night stands from his apparently ‘artistically rebellious' stage at seventeen lay as proof.
With sun kissed skin, a sharp jaw line, smouldering hazel eyes and a wild, curly mass of black hair he was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome, except maybe minus the excessive height. But now things were different.
Estranged from his family, all except for neurotic brother Cooper, Blaine had enrolled at New York University to earn a degree in Art. His days were spent flitting from his studio apartment on the East Side to attending classes he barely needed. His nights, on the other hand, were spent mostly sleepless and mostly alone with the occasional night he couldn't remember the next morning.
"B finally!" Cooper rushed at him, pulling Blaine into a startling hug. "Wait..." he pulled back "Two things: number one, why are you half naked? And number two, are you high right now because I mean seriously Blaine I-"
"Whoa, whoa. First of all it's hot and it's my apartment so I can be as naked as I want and second no I am not high Coop, I haven't had a hit in like three days."
"Three days huh? That's a new record." Cooper muttered, wandering through the bizarre interior of Blaine's apartment without invitation.
Simply put Blaine wasn't a fan of conventional decorating methods. The walls of his apartment were his canvases; the pale walls covered in everything from full scale charcoal sketches of humans and creatures a like to entire walls of whimsical landscapes. Some were bright and fantastical, others were haunted and dark.
Light streamed in through the floor to ceiling windows of the sparse but vast living room. Blaine was also not much of a furniture fan. The entire apartment only consisted of Blaine's Queen sized bed, a night stand, a walk in wardrobe, a closet containing piles of his sketch books and materials and several musical instruments including a battered grand piano. The floor of the apartment was also covered in sketches but only partially; spattered with paint yet still smooth under Blaine's often bare feet. The only area of the apartment that wasn't plastered with Blaine's fancies was the pristine kitchen which, to no one's surprise, was hardly ever used.
Cooper began to shuffle towards the other half of the apartment which comprised of the bathroom, the bedroom and Blaine's studio. The room he only ever used when he was required to create for someone other than himself. He'd taken one step towards the partitioning wall when Blaine skidded to a halt in front of him, arms outstretched and looking mildly panicked. Cooper's eyes widened, a smirk slowly curling his lips.
"Blainers! Have you got someone waiting for you back there in that big bed of yours?!"
"WHAT?-Coop-"
"Well this explains why you're only in slacks and your hair is atrocious damn."
"Hey! My hair isn't-"
"Why didn't you tell me you were getting hot and heavy with some heavenly hunk eh?"
"I-what-I wasn-"
"I thought the Casanova stage ended freshman year Blainey seriously"
"I-STOP" Blaine breathed blushing to his roots.
"There's no one in my bed okay? No matter how much I would love there to be. Jeez Coop!"
"Then why won't you let me through?!" Exclaimed Cooper exasperatedly, pushing Blaine aside and moving towards the studio. "Honestly I only wanna check out what you're working on, there's no need to get so para-" Cooper stopped abruptly, looking into the studio "-noid."
The room was as messy as it always has been. Reference sketches lay strewn across the floor, both finished and unfinished pieces on canvases of all sizes leant precariously against the walls. Usually Blaine had several easeled canvases set at a time and he would alternate between them. This time there was only one, situated right in the centre of the room.
Cooper slid forward to study it more closely as Blaine hovered anxiously in the doorway. He never intended anyone to discover this particular piece. Never had he intended or wanted someone to stumble upon something so precious.
It was a pastel drawing of a man. Cooper turned back to look at his baby brother and saw that his arms were coiled tightly around himself. It was then that he noticed the differences: smudges on his hands, arms and chest; traces of pastel streaked through his unruly curls; taut muscles pattered with goose bumps and eyes bright with longing. Baby brother's got it bad.
The figure was lithe and pale, ethereal in his beauty and given an otherworldly hue by meticulous shading. He was draped out on his side like a silk throw, his head resting sweetly on his folded arms as the rest of the man's body stretched out in a languorous smooth expanse of flawless skin, tangled at the hip in rumpled bedding.
He was serene, with a chiselled jaw and sharp cheek bones defined by a blooming pale blush. Silky chestnut hair tumbled into piercing blue eyes flecked with a plethora of greens and greys. A content smile graced soft, full and delicious looking lips.
"Well, well, well," said Cooper clearing his throat and glancing back at Blaine "you must have been happy the morning after this one." He smirked, looking closely at Blaine who's cheeks blossomed with colour beneath his sun kissed skin; his expression otherwise unreadable.
Blaine stood looking resolutely at the angel on canvas in front of him.
"I wouldn't know," he replied in barely a whisper "I'm not so sure I'm awake yet."
"So we didn't just dream him up?" Cooper asked, staring between Blaine and his art, completely amazed. "He's so-" he whispered looking at his brother with worried eyes "When I met him he seemed so vibrant, so alive."
Blaine turned his back to the room, his brother and the drawing. He lowered his head, shoulders hunching and arms falling lifelessly to his sides. He took a large shuddering breath. His voice, when he heard it, was dead; choked and bitter.
"He's more alive than I'll ever be."
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Ooh...intrigue...I like it! Love the story!!!!!
The itching is what tipped me off, as well as the phone with Coop
ok now you're scaring me.......ugh
amazing story. <3 very deep and touching, and all dealt with so sensitively. i love how graphic and steamy the SMUT scenes are without becoming trashy and cheep. brilliant story with many challenging threads, dealt with perfectly. bueno. ;)
Oh thank you! I'm glad the smut was actually good on some level, I was worried about that ;)
Great story I like it
LMAO I know you do! I trust you but it doesn't make this hurt any less....I hate when either of them hurts.....
Ughhh this story is so unbearably good! And sad, but beautiful. I keep listening to "The A Team" while reading this because of all the addiction and angel references. Have you heard it?
I have indeed heard it and it's actually on my playlist for BMM! It's one of the main songs I associate with the story along with Hold You In My Arms by Ray LaMontagne. It's a very Kurt song Hold You In My Arms I certainly recommend it!
Thank you for another great chapter...made me cry...the last sentence referencing Kurt as his angel hits close to my heart! Can't wait for more!
OMG I'm shuddering here........thank goodness for Adam and Blaine.......these boys are so damn tortured - it makes their love and devotion to each other THAT much stronger. I really appreciate this story. Thanks again as always!!! ~Lynne
im not sure if u still seek comments but this chapter alone has me intrigued!!!
I'm always seeking comments and reviews lovely. Thanks for reading! :)
I stumbled upon this story and I couldn't tear my eyes away from it until I finished it. I've never read anything with this rapidity, but I was so engrossed I just wanted to discover what was next, and next, and after that, what else?The characters were well built, their personality was defined and neatly outlined. I love it when an author is able to create a parallel universe so distant from canon, but give the reader an image of Kurt and Blaine just as strong (maybe even more) and neat than what we are served in the show. Even though we are in a complete different setting, and their life has been completely different, we can still find the quintessence of Kurt and Blaine's relationship, and to me, this is very comforting and object of admiration.The accuracy with which you depicted all the art-related side of the story is maginificent. Maybe you've had direct, or personal, experience with that world?The same opinion goes as well for the addiction theme you approached in the narration. (in this case, I hope you documented yourself with accuracy rather that you gather information through personal experience. I don't mean to pry, I just wanted to let you know that you did a great job, and I hope that even if you came in direct contact with addiction, you got out of it just as Blaine did, and you found your angel in the process, because from what I percieved from your writing, you deserve it deeply). What I liked the most about the way you approached this difficult theme, is the way you described Blaine's past and actions. When he recounted his High school occurrences, you revealed just the necessary information, in order to give us a complete picture, but not drawning us into too much detail. We could feel it was painful not only because you described Blaine's sorrow while revealing his life, but because of how he(aka you) recounted it, we could sense that you wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.I believe -and it is my impression from the story, I don't know if this is what you wanted to convey- that what was important was not the gory, visual details, but their outcomes and the way they affected Blaine, most importantly, how they affected Blaine and Kurt's relationship. I'm afraid I can't preaise your glory regarding one aspect of Blaine's persona: his Italian.You'll forgive me, I hope, but since I'm Italian, and a language student, I can't bear with it. It was a little all over the place, it could use some adjustments, because the way an authomatic translator approaches few words is not the way we say them. It's not this great mess (Believe me, I've encountered much much worse!) and Italian people tend to do soooo much more damage with English we should feel ashamed and never open our mouths for the rest of our lives. Still, it's a shame that this beautiful story could be perfect but messes up a couple of things like Italian, and some misspells. (I don't know if you have a beta or not; if you don't you've done a great work, because it's extremely difficult to point out mistakes by ourselves.)I think that that's it. I've rambled enough. Good job again, and keep on writing, because we need your Kurt and Blaine around!(I'd like to recommend your fic to be featured here on S&C, let me know if this bothers you) I'm going to read all the other fics related to this! till next time!Sineresi.
Forgive me if this is just a jumble of words because I'm currently writing through my tears. Thank you so much for reading and enjoying this story I honsetly can not thank you enough for your kind words. I actually have very little experience as far as art is concerned, art was mandatory during my first two years of second school but I was never good at it, I love watching people create though, their methods and their madness is what inspired me. I have come in contact with addiction before and although it wasn't my own struggle it is something that has been for a very dear friend of mine. Thank you for also mentioning the way I approached the addiction theme however, though I have had some experience with it I knew I needed to approach it sensitively and accurately and I'm so glad I've seemed to acheive that. I have had my struggles and it's safe to say I have indeed found my own angel, just from writing this story.Believe it or not Be My Muse was the very first substantial story I have written, and to see such a response when I still have so much more room to grow is so encouraging.I am ashamed of my use of Italian and it makes me cringe to just look at it knowing there are so many errors. I had limited resources and I know it must be terrible to try and read it if Italian is your native tongue. I would certainly correct my wording if you'd be so kind as to provide me with a more accurate translation, if I'm not asking too much. I hate that I've taken a rather mutilating stab at such a wonderful language.By all means recommend my fic, it's an honour to even be considered.Thank you so so much. For once words fail me and I can't fully express my gratitude! THANK YOU!