Ребекка или Бэй

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Switchet at Birth

Блэр, Тоби, Эммет и Лиам.

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14.11.2012 в 18:42

Пишет  Crisl:

14.11.2012 в 14:36

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Hand of Sorrow (6a) - Sebastian/Blaine - The Hunger Games - Dubcon/Virginity/Prostitution

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2012-07-03 02:03 (местное)

A/N: Hi all, I am terribly sorry. I'd like to apologize for couple things: 1 - the last update, I've fallen short; 2 - the long gap in updates, life has been crazy. Please accept my apologies, I'll strive to do better. But here's part 6. Please note any continuity / consistency errors will be fixed (when this fic is done) or explained in later chapters. I hope you enjoy this one.

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Chapter 6

Blaine Anderson used to dread trains rides. There were too many bad memories associated with them. While he might not have ridden the train many times in his life, the fact that most of the occasions had something to do with the Games had spoilt the experience for him. But this time, it was different.

He was going home.

Home. The word created a warmth to his heart that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Of course, Blaine had spent a few months at home after the Games had concluded, before he had to go on the dreaded tour. Yet the time spent during those months was different; it couldn’t really be counted as time spent with his family. There was too much attention from the media all the time, even the people in District 7 were constantly crowding around their house, hoping to catch a glimpse of the newest victor. Blaine had never saw pride in the eyes that watched him as he moved through the town. Not that it was something he believed that should be there, no, Blaine had not earned such a thing as that from his actions, but he longed for something other than the emptiness that stared out at him. Did he want condemnation? Anger? Maybe. Anything other than resignation. Anything other than seeing the thoughts of; next reaping maybe my son, next reaping maybe my daugher, next reaping maybe their life's blood dripping from another's childs hands.

But this time, it would be different. Things had since then calmed down, and the people of District 7 had since then gone back to their daily lives. The thought of going back to the house that he had grown up in, to be able to take a walk in the nearby woods again, to have privacy and his own space, were almost enough to make him forget about what had transpired in the past six months.

Almost.

Rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand, Blaine evicted The Capitol from his mind. The next three weeks belonged to Blaine Anderson and his family, and nothing was going to ruin this for him.

Eyes to the window, watched as the sun rose above the horizon kissing the ground in her wake. Although he took the night train, Blaine had found it difficult to sleep amidst the excitement. Being able to go home and do as he pleased during his stay were the best things to have ever happened to him in six months. He watched with quiet excitement as trees and sceneries sped past in a blur of color and shape, marveling at the sight before him. The last several times Blaine was on the train, he had been too worried and stressed to appreciate what the scenery had to offer. Now that he could actually relax, no matter how briefly, Blaine found that in spite of the suffering and oppression that the Districts had to endure, there was still beauty in this world.
Blaine felt a smile spread across his face as trees started to line the railroad track. Blaine knew that with each tree that passed him by, he was one step closer to District 7.

He didn’t even have to listen to the announcement on the speakers to know that the train station was fast approaching. He could feel the forest in his heart, before he even saw it. As the tree line appeared in view, Blaine wasted no time in grabbing his trunks and luggages and dragging them to the door.

Blaine Anderson was finally home.
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It wasn’t until Blaine was almost home, shoulders aching from the strain of his luggage that he realized that no matter how hard he tried to push the thought of Capitol from his mind, he could never truly escape it. As he paid the wagon driver for driving him part of the way, Blaine knew that this was something he would never be able to afford had he not won the Hunger Games.

You mean had you not whored yourself out. The little voice in the back of his head clarified.

District 7 was still as he had remembered. The District was poor, but it was not the poorest. Aside from the horror of the Games that seemed to hang above the District like a perpetual dark cloud, District 7 had managed to make the most of what it had. Its lush forest had made business and livelihood sustainable for most of its inhabitants. The forest was life itself.

Blaine came to a halt as he saw his house coming into view, atop of the hill. It was one of the more impressive houses of District 7, in that age had not damaged it so very much as the rest, and it stood taller than the others. When Blaine was a child he thought how like his mother the house seemed. Proud, elegant in the face of it all, outspoken. Intimidating. Blaine had initially found it surprising that his family had declined the offer of moving into the Victor’s Village, but it made sense when Blaine thought more about it. After all, his family had been living in this house for centuries, and Blaine knew that his parents were the sentimental kind. Well, when it came to everything expect their second born, anyway. It didn’t matter at the end, since Blaine ended up moving to the Capitol after the tour.

Even from a distance, it would appear that things had vastly improved since the last time he had been home. The front yard had been properly landscaped and it looked like their fence had been replaced as well. Blaine knew that he should be glad that the money that was being wired home was helping his family out, but somehow he just couldn’t bring himself to feel anything beyond shame.

With a deep breath, Blaine started to climb the hill.

It had taken him several trips up and down the hill to move everything. Reaching the door, chest burning a little, Blaine found strange that he would have to ring to get in, but he wanted this to be a surprise. Opening the door by himself would certainly ruin it. Taking a deep breath, he pulled down on the string by the door, hearing the bell inside spring to life.
Footsteps approached and Blaine felt the thrill of excitement in the pit of his belly, laced by nerves. When had he last felt like this? He couldn’t even remember. Fumbling sounds followed, as the lock was eased out of place before the door opened and revealed to Blaine the last person he expected to see.

“Oh my God, Blaine!”

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Before he even had a chance to react, Blaine had found himself an armful of his brother. Cooper was hugging him so tightly that it actually hard to breath. Laughing softly, Blaine brought his arms up and embraced his brother back.

“Long time no see, Big Brother.” Somehow, saying those words made everything seemed more real. He really was home.

“Let me take a good look at you.” Cooper released his hold on Blaine and took a step back, eyeing his brother up and down. “I’d say that living in the Capitol has done you some good.”

The mentioning of life in the Capitol made Blaine’s chest clench painfully. He was relieved that his family had no idea what kind of person their youngest member had become.

“Well, let’s get your stuff inside.” Cooper seemed to have noticed Blaine’s belonging for the first time. “Jesus, did you decide to move the whole house?”

“Oh, I—I brought you guys things from the Capitol.” Blaine pulled his luggage into the house. “I got something for everyone.”

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Cooper frowned down at the case, perhaps wondering at its weight. “Things have been better for us lately, first-- well, you-- and some Capital contract is buying up lumbar faster than we can cut it down. Well, not me obviously. Axe handles are terrible for the skin, you know.”

“Really? That’s great.” It was good to be able to talk about everyday things again.

“Yeah, apparently it’s some legendary big-shot called Sebastian Smith? Smythe? Whatever.” Cooper set the trunk down in the living room. “I heard from our parents that he’s some kind of multi-talented child prodigy with influence in the Capitol. Rich family with their fingers in many different pies.”

It was almost as though Blaine’s world had grounded to a halt at the mention of Sebastian’s name. Sebastian was a customer of his family’s? It seemed odd, Blaine thought it was the Capitol government that bought the trade. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Blaine wondered about the extent of control that Sebastian exerted over everything. How high up was Sebastian exactly?

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“Blaine. Hey, Earth to Blaine!” Cooper waved his hand in front of Blaine’s face.

“Sor-sorry! What was that?”

“I said, where do you want me to put your stuff?”

“That one’s for you guys, living room’s fine. Thanks, Coop.” Blaine tried to force out a smile. He could do this. If he needed to pretend that everything was okay, he would do it.

“Are you okay?” There was concern written all over Cooper’s face. “You’re looking a little pale.”

“I’m fine. Just tired, didn’t sleep much on the train.”

“You crazy kid.” Cooper threw his arm over Blaine’s shoulder. “You should probably get some sleep. Our parents won’t be back till tomorrow anyway.”

“Where did they go?” Blaine couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Despite it all, he still wanted to see them. To have them near.

“They um … “ For a fleeting moment, Blaine could see the discomfort in Cooper’s body language, but it was gone as soon as he saw it. “Scouting for new ground. Mother is wanting to expand the factory. The Capitol really have their eyes on us at the moment, and it would do us well to rise to the challenge. The reward from the Games had been helpful, but it was the additional money you’ve been wiring us these last six months that actually allow us to put it to use on construction.”

“Past six months?” Blaine echoed. It didn’t add up. He had only been with Sebastian for a little over a week, and the amount Cooper implied seemed a lot higher than what was agreed with Sebastian.

“Yeah. Mother and father never told you, but things were really not well for a while. Before the Games, I mean. We were struggling. I couldn’t even afford a ring, it was a bit embarrassing considering we were supposed to be much better off than most.” Cooper continued talking as they ascended the steps to Blaine’s room. “You really saved us, Blaine. I mean, even though we didn’t move to the Victor’s Village, things are still much better around here now. You saw the new paint job, right? Someone from the Capitol came by the other day to fix things up.”

“I did. It’s nice.” In the midst of all the excitement associated with seeing his brother again, Blaine had completely forgotten about Cooper’s wedding. A quick glance at Cooper’s hand showed that there was no ring. “Did I miss the wedding or—“

Blaine regretted those words when he felt Cooper tensing.

“We called it off.” Cooper shrugged, his voice a bit gruff. “It—it didn’t work out.”

“I’m really sorry, Coop.” Blaine couldn’t help but feel a little curious about the turn of events. He knew that Cooper and his ex-girlfriend had been dating since they were young, it all seemed rather sudden.

“Don’t be.” Cooper gave Blaine a grin. “Now that the Capitol is interested in us, I’m sure our parents wouldn’t mind some extra help around here.”

“I’m glad the money’s helpful.”

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They got to the top of the stairs and stopped in front of Blaine’s room. It seemed silly to feel nervous about walking into his own room, but even now Blaine was still afraid that this was all part of a dream; that at any given moment he might wake up and find himself back in the Capitol.

“We left it the way it is.” Cooper opened the door. “I’ve—I mean we’ve all expected you to come back at some point.”

It was like a walk down the memory lane as Blaine took in his room. Everything had remained the same, ranging from his favorite bedspread hand-made by his grandmother, his desk and chair, to the stuffed bear that his brother gave him for his ninth birthday, still missing its right eye from one childhood scrape or another. It was almost as though Blaine never left.

It was almost as though the Hunger Games never happened.

“I’ll bring up your stuff later.” Cooper opened the curtains and let the light in. “So, how come you didn’t tell us you’re coming home?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Blaine sat down on the bed. It was creaky, old and too soft to be comfortable, but it was his own.

“Well, I’m happy you’re home. And Blaine, I-- ” Cooper sat down next to him. Blaine looked up when he felt his brother’s eyes on him. “Look, no matter what’s happened or what happens in the future, I’m always proud of you.”

The words sounded strange to Blaine’s ears, and a trickle of unease trickled against the nape of Blaine's neck. Something's not right. He pushed the discomfort away and tried to ignore the crest of questions rising in his mind. There would be time for that. There was nothing to be nervous about, this was his big brother, this was his room. This was his home. This was the place he was safe. This was not The Capitol.

This was not the arena.

“Thanks Coop,” Blaine said instead, plastering a false smile on his face that was so wide he could feel the burn in his cheeks. “That means a lot to me.”

“Well, I better let you rest.” Seemingly satisfied with Blaine’s answer, Cooper got up and walked to the door. “I’ll bring up the rest of your stuff later.”

“Okay.” Blaine got in under the covers and closed his eyes as he felt the fatigue setting in.

“And Blaine?”

“Hm?” Blaine opened his eyes at Cooper’s voice. His brother had his hand on the door knob as he started to close the door behind him.

“Are you happy right now? In the Capitol, I mean. Do they treat you well?” The concern and worry that were written in his brother’s face almost made Blaine wanted to cry.

“Yes.” Blaine lied. “Yes, to both.”

“I’m glad.” Reflief flooded across Cooper’s ridiculously handsome features. “After all you’ve done, no one else deserves it more than you.”

Somewhere deep down, Blaine couldn’t help but think that his brother was right; that he deserved the humiliation and violation that he had to endure on an almost daily basis. Ultimately, it was Blaine Anderson’s punishment for losing his humanity.

(TBC)

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Sorry no sex in this chapter, but Blaine's going home and I think he probably appreciates having a break from all that for a change. Thank you to all of you who left me the extremely lovely comments. You make my day! To answer some questions: yes, we'll definitely find out a lot more about Sebastian later on and it may surprise some of you. I've decided to weave all 3 books into this fic so it may now be about 20 parts or so. Lastly, happy Independence Day to those of you celebrating it this week.
Hand of Sorrow (7a) - Sebastian/Blaine - The Hunger Games - Dubcon/Virginity/Prostitution

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2012-08-08 19:01 (местное)

A/N: I must once again apologize for taking so long to update. This is not abandoned, I'm just slow. Thank you for all your lovely comments, they keep me writing. Also a special thanks to my beta. Without dear and loyal readers like you and my fabulous beta, this fill will not be possible.

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Growing up, Blaine had always had a love for nature. The greenery, the lush trees, the fresh smell of dew and pine cones and the melodious chirp of the birds; all served to have a calming effect on him. On his bad days, Blaine found that taking a stroll in the nearby woods always did the trick of calming him down.
The forest was his refuge.

“Blaine, have you heard a thing I said?”

“What? Of course-- uh-- you said the food supplies that the District’s been getting from the Capitol had been great in variety.” Blaine waved a hand at Jeff, hoping that his deception wasn’t too obvious.

“That was fifteen minutes ago.” Jeff peered at him, his expression one of concern. “You have been elsewhere this whole time.”

“Sorry, I guess I’m just tired. That‘s all.” It was a weak excuse, but one that would usually get people to back off. However, Jeff wasn’t most people.

“Something’s been bothering you.” Jeff stopped in his tracks, placing his hand on Blaine‘s shoulder. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

“I’m fine.” Blaine forced out a smile. If there was anything he had learned about the Capitol during the time that he had spent there, it was the fact that things were always monitored. The forest was probably as safe as it was going to get for any honest conversations. But even then, his problems were not the kind that he could freely share with anyone. “It’s just surreal to come home.”

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“I’ll bet!” Jeff nodded. “Tell me about the Capitol. Do the people really dye their skin? I heard that your stylist had feathers instead of hair on their body, is that true? What about the parties? Are they as wild as they say.”

“It’s—“ Blaine paused as he tried to push the unpleasant memories away and only focus on the few positive attributes of the Capitol, Jeff always had held more of a fascination than distaste for The Capitol. “It’s different. Colorful, metallic, and extravagant.”

“Those are just words, Blaine.” Jeff threw up his hands, looking a bit bewildered. “Descriptions! I want to know the details.”

“Well, it’s just—it’s hard to describe. Everything’s big there, and even the people are colorful.” Blaine stole a look at his friend, who was listening with rapt attention. “They have these machines that can churn out the most extravagant food in seconds and buildings made of steel and light up at night.”

“Oh, wow!” Jeff gaped. “You know what? I’m glad you’re staying there. You really deserve the good life after all that you have had to go through.”

Even though he was miles away from the Capitol, it seemed that Blaine could never truly escape the one thing he wanted to run away from. The very thought itself made his heart pang uncomfortably.

“Thanks, I guess.” Blaine mumbled.

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“Hey, look.” Jeff had his hand on Blaine’s shoulder. “Forget about what people say. I’m glad you made it out and if it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be getting so much food this year.”

This was the second time someone had implied something negative about Blaine’s victory. First Cooper, and now Jeff. Blaine knew something was amiss the moment he came back. People seemed distant, and even his friends had been avoiding him, citing some sort of excuse. Jeff had been the only one who wanted to catch up.

“What are people saying exactly?”

“Nothing, really.” Jeff kicked at the small rocks uncomfortably. “I mean, the Games is never pleasant. You know how people are weird about it.”

“No, I don’t.” Blaine hated to put Jeff on the spot, but he would really rather everything was laid out in the open. Out of all the places where Blaine had to play the guessing games, he certainly did not expect his own home District to be one of them. “All I know is that it seems that everyone is really busy to spare me even five minutes. What gives, Jeff?”

The question came out harsher than Blaine intended. Immediately, he felt bad for taking out his frustrations on his friend. But he had been home for over one week, and he still had yet to see his parents, who kept extending their business trip.

“Forget it, Blaine. It’s not worth it.” There was a pleading look in Jeff’s eyes, and a hint of fear. “Ask your family, someone close to you whom you can trust and will tell you as it is.”

“Fine.” Blaine sighed. This was not how he imagined his trip home to be like. While it was nice to have his own privacy again, he felt like a stranger in his home. “Let’s change the topic then.”

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“All right.” Jeff seemed relieved. They resumed walking and came across a clearing. They found a patch of clean dry grass and sat down, enjoying the warm afternoon sun. “So, did you meet any cute guys while you’re in the Capitol?”

Blaine could feel his entire body tensing up at the question before he could stop himself. It was almost a reflex these days, that the very thought of what he had to endure would prompt such an involuntary physical reaction. He willed himself to relax and stay calm, reminding himself that no one knew about what had transpired between him and Sebastian.

“No, not really.” Blaine hoped that the smile he had on his face was convincing enough.

“Are you sure about that?” There was a mischievous glint in Jeff’s eyes. “Because something tells me you’re not telling everything.”

“Wh—what are you talking about?” There was a familiar heat that was creeping its way up his neck. Blaine hated how his complexion would give away his blush so easily.

“You’re blushing!” Jeff pointed out. “Actually, you have a hickey on your neck.”

“What?” Blaine’s hand flew to his neck, wondering where the offensive mark was.

“It’s near the base of your neck. You only see it when the shirt moves.” Jeff bumped Blaine’s shoulder playfully. “I wouldn’t worry about it though, it’s almost faded. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.” Blaine tried to sound genuinely embarrassed rather than distressed. He was relieved when Jeff didn’t seem to notice.

“Of course!” Jeff had a large grin on his face. “I’m really happy for you, you know that? I’m so glad that you found someone after all this.”

“Thanks, Jeff.”

It was the only thing Blaine could say.

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It was almost dinner time when Blaine got home. He felt his heart speed up in excitement at the lights that were coming out from the first floor. During the past week, the only light he could see was from Cooper’s room. But tonight, the entire house seemed lit up, and that only meant one thing.

His parents were home.

Blaine picked up his pace and broke into a small run, eager to greet his parents. He went by the side door, where he knew would be left unlocked. Opening the door quietly so as not to make a sound, Blaine inched his way toward the kitchen, where he could hear voices.

“But mother—“ Cooper sounded like he was arguing something.

“We can’t have him in our home! Not anymore.” His mother sounded agitated.

“But it’s Blaine! He saved my life. He volunteered on my behalf!” Blaine could see Cooper standing near the kitchen counter, his face flushed with frustration. “Father! Please say something!”

“You heard your mother.” For as long as Blaine could remember, his father had always played the mediator in any family arguments.

“I don’t understand.” Cooper shook his head, disappointment evident in his face. “It’s still Blaine. He hasn’t changed. He’s been here this whole week and he’s the same boy who left the house months ago.”

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“The Blaine that we knew is dead.” It felt as though someone had punched Blaine in the gut. It was one thing to be ignored or deemed not good enough, but to be considered dead was an entirely different level of hurt. “He died the moment he killed that boy from District 1.”

“Mother, you know he had to.” Cooper’s lips were pressed in a thin line, his fists clenched tight. It was something that Blaine remembered his brother would do when he tried to keep his anger in check. “And if it wasn’t for Blaine, the government wouldn’t give us the business and the District wouldn’t have gotten all the food.”

Blaine moved to the doorway quietly. He could now see both of his parents. His father had his hand on his mother’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, while his mother’s face was that of anger and hurt.

“Have you forgotten what we have to face when Blaine’s gone?” His mother continued. “All those looks from the neighbors. They don’t say it but I know what they’re thinking. The Anderson boy’s a killer. Now they’re part of the Capitol, enjoying the riches from killing innocent children.”

“Father!” Cooper looked at his father pleadingly.

“You know your mother’s right.” His father sighed.

“And haven’t you forgotten what happened with your engagement?” His mother demanded. “She was a nice girl, Cooper. If it wasn’t for Blaine—“

“What did happen to the engagement?” Blaine was surprised by the calmness in his own voice, even though he knew he must be shaking right now.

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“Blaine!” Cooper started toward him. “Have you—how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” Blaine tried to keep his breath steady. He knew he was never the favorite son, but to be called a killer by his own parents was simply too much. “What happened to the engagement, Cooper?”

“It’s not important, Blaine. Why don’t we—“

“The girl’s family called it off, son.” His father spoke up.

“They don’t want their daughter to be associated with a killer.” The tone in his mother’s voice was sharp and harsh. It cut into Blaine like a dagger into the flesh. “You! Because of you, Cooper lost his chance in happiness!”

“Mother!”

“Is that true, Cooper?” Blaine felt a lump forming in his throat and he swallowed it away. “Is that true?”

“It’s no big deal.” Cooper forced out a smile and tried to reassure him by putting his hand on Blaine’s arm.

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“Nobody wants to be associated with the Anderson name because of you.” His mother’s voice rang out from Blaine’s left. “We might not have been swimming in riches, but at least we were honorable. We have survived for generations in honesty, and now you’ve brought blood upon our house.”

“Mother! How could you say that? Blaine’s your son!”

“Cooper, don’t you speak to your mother like that.” His father stepped in, his posture stiff and his face grim. For the first time tonight, Blaine had a chance to get a closer look at his father. The quiet man who had been the silent supporter of this family looked tired and aged from stress. His face was gaunt and there were lines around his eyes that Blaine didn’t remember seeing before he left for the Capitol.

“I—“ This was worse than being in the Games. At least in the Games Blaine held no feelings toward anyone, but this was his mother, whom he loved and admired all these years.

“We don’t want your money.” His mother pulled out a satchel from under the kitchen sink and threw it at Blaine’s feet. “Take your blood money with you and go back to Capitol. We don’t house murderers here.”

A choked gasp made its way out of Blaine’s lips before he had a chance to stop it. His vision suddenly started to shift in and out of focus. There was a stinging sensation in the back of his eyes stung and the lump in his throat was back. He could feel his breath quickening before it turned into labored gasps. It was as though Blaine was losing motor control of his body and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Instead of responding to his mother, Blaine kept his eyes on the floor as he turned around and ran up to his room, slamming the door behind him before throwing himself onto the bed. He didn’t even realize he was crying until he started feeling the wetness that was soaking through the pillow case. Dimly, he could hear arguing downstairs and Blaine didn’t bother tuning it out because he deserved to hear every abusive and hurtful word that was being thrown at him.

After all, his mother was right. He was a murderer; the blood was on his hands.

(TBC)

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A/N: Sebastian comes back in the next part, and we start to learn more about him. Thank you for reading.
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Даррен Крисс

Darren Criss arrives at the GQ Men of the Year Party at Chateau Marmont on November 13, 2012 in Los Angeles, California

Одет он, конечно, классно, но зачем подчеркивать его перекошенное от синяка лицо всякими колорами?

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Сет Гейбл

ухх, как классно сделано.

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Даррен

Заебала меня общая истерика из-за того, что Джоуи съехал от Даррена.

@темы: Darren Criss, photo

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Даррен Крисс и Джоуи Рихтер

@темы: Darren Criss, photo

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Даррен и Джоуи

@темы: Darren Criss, photo

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Даррен Крисс

@темы: Glee, Darren Criss, photo

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@темы: Andrew Lee Potts, Hannah Spearritt, Primeval

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Даррен, плиз, верни мозгггг

@темы: Glee, Darren Criss

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аляля.. как так можно? И Даррен и Майкл Тревино сразу.

@темы: Vampire Diaries, Darren Criss, photo

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новый любимый Гарри Поттер)))

@темы: Darren Criss, HP

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Ой, я ржал.

@темы: Glee, Darren Criss, fanfiction

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ах, они меня убивают...

отсюда

@темы: Glee, Darren Criss

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Кайл и Блейн. бугагашеньки))))

@темы: Сериальное, Darren Criss