#tw : mention of drug use

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Do you know of a one-shot wherein I believe Blaine was an artist and Kurt was being painted by him (on him?) and he was covered in track marks? Characters may have been reversed but I remember it being so emotional. I did search “drug use” and “artist” in your search and I googled but I couldn’t find it. At one point I had it saved but that was so long ago. Thank you!

Hello, Lynne tracked this down. Hopefully the pdf works.

Art and Broken Hearts by of-a-crescendo [PDF/ EPUB]

AU: splitting off from where Kurt visits the Warblers. In ten or so years, Blaine paints a beautiful man who’s strangely familiar. Only he’s not quite the same, he’s broken and tired, and there are track marks up his arms. Of painting sessions, realizations, broken hearts and capturing the essence of a person in a portrait.

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Ahhh Maze I love you! It's been so long since I've done one of these but I think I can find 8 lines/sections in my long list of WIPs.

1. It smelled like the sweetest of lavender, bundled up with twine that radiated the faintest scent of parchment. It was perfect. But it wasn’t for him.

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2. Not even the brightest of torches could pierce the thick black interior of Spencer’s inner self, and as fascinating as Spencer was at times, he was equally frightening.

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3. "You stop everything and you tell me because I care about you, Spencer. I don’t ever want to see you spiraling again, you hear me?”

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4. Derek’s gaze traced the expanse of Spencer’s sleepy face, and he leaned down to press their lips together. “You’re lucky it’s our anniversary. You know how much I hate kissing before we brush our teeth,” Spencer complained.

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5. Spencer had wandered back upstairs to the boy’s room, looking around in it and finding himself lost in thought. Everything seemed so familiar. He brushed his hand over a toy dinosaur, his head pounding. He squeezed his eyes shut, his free hand raising up to press against his temple.

“Daddy loves you, Spencer.”

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6. Like the fallen leaves, Spencer crumbled to the floor, his gun clattered to the side across the aisle while his hands pressed into the wound against his chest almost instinctively, blood gushing between his fingers as a crimson fountain.

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7. Dilaudid was on his mind almost every waking hour. He craved it again, and he imagined it craved him too.

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8. He had bitten his lips so many times that the metallic tang of blood colored his tongue red. His teeth would find a piece of loose skin and pull, ripping himself apart at the seams. He has been here many times before.

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Help, Please. (Closed RP w/SavedByHolmes)

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[Sent to: Papa] [Sent at: 01:35:09]

I don’t know where I am but I don’t feel safe. I want to go home. I want you to come pick me up, even if it is a squad car. -SH

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