If we will ever go home…
Then again, I don’t want to go home. Putting my brothers aside, home was hell for me.

How perfect he is, really scares me sometimes.

Oh, and this morning, I went into the bathroom to see this in the shower…

I joined him shortly after.

He’s right across from me on the couch, reading one of his favorite books for the sixth time.

Our toes are causually brushing against each other, causing him to smile and glance up from the pages of his book every so often.

Neither one of us is speaking, but the silence is nice. It’s natural. I love listening to the soft sound of his breathing.

I love this. I love how I make him smile, laugh. I love the way we touch eachother. I love him. I love the way he loves me.

I want to spend forever with this man.

At first, Nick was rather confused upon recieving a strange anon message, pretty much demanding him to dress up as a school teacher. It was completely bizarre. But as he read it for the second time, a whole different feeling consumed him. Arousal. Nick let out a strange noise and quickly messaged his brother, telling him that he would not be needing his assistance after all. Heart beating a bit faster, he walked over to his closet and opened it slowly. Just like the message had said, there was a black suit on a hanger with a pair of glasses tucked inside one of the pockets. What. The. Fuck.

Nicholas didn’t really want to start thinking about logical explanations to how this could have happened, so instead, he changed into the nicely fitting tux. He squinted slightly when he put on the glasses. It made Nick’s vision a little bit blurry, but too by much, so it would do. Before leaving for his boyfriend’s room, he tok a quick glance in the mirror on the wall. Woah. If Nick wasn’t identical to Everett before this moment, he sure as hell was now. Anticipation started to course through the curly haired boy’s veins, follwed by this rush of sexual thoughts. Mr. Anderson had a bad student that he needed to fix. Fuck, this was going to be good.

Nicholas half walked, half ran towards his brother’s room. Usually, he would knock, but he felt unusually different than he did an hour ago, so he simply walked inside, preparing himslef for what was about to happen.

Mine.

Ev’s.

Blaine’s.

Be jealous.

Lame, guys.

Oh well.

I’ll be dancing like an idiot to “Do You Think I’m Sexy” in my room if you need me…

…lets see if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, guys.

But I never get asks, so…

I promise to answer everything truthfully. ;)