He can’t help it. Blaine comes back looking like he ran to the vending machine and Kurt has to smile, even briefly, while trying not to chuckle. It was sweet. Maybe a little too sweet for Kurt’s current state. His eyes water a little and he rubs at his nose, letting the upturn of his lips fade again. It’s obvious how reluctant he is to ask, eyes shut and question following a sigh. “Can you stay? I just- you don’t have to, I’m not exactly good company but I don’t think I want to be alone.” He explains with a cautious glance back to Blaine’s face as he fiddles with the cracker package.
Seeing Kurt smile–briefly as it was–made Blaine smile right back. If he made him feel a little better by coming back in the room breathless and trying to look like he casually strolled in? He’d take the small amount of embarrassment that being busted brought. But then the smile is gone and Blaine’s head moves to the other side–a frown on his mouth, too.
Not wanting to push him for an answer–Blaine turned to go like he offered to but then stopped immediately soon as Kurt shut his eyes. He bit his lip to keep from asking Kurt if he was okay when the obvious answer was no. “Kurt, you’re sick. It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about what kind of company you are.” His expression melted into a gentle reassuring smile as he sidestepped to the foot of the bed and sat down. “All you had to do was ask. Want me to find something to watch? We could use my laptop? Might get your mind off things.”
Letting himself inside with the key Elliott was kind enough to give him since he’d been staying there–Blaine was mentally and physically exhausted. He kept tiredly quiet as he kicked off his shoes and let his bag fall to the floor. His huff of a sigh was the only sound he made as he flounced down onto the couch and deflated backwards until his head rested against the back of the sofa. Only to get painful jolt up his neck from knot from the crook he quickly rubbed away before letting his hand fall into his lap and–oh hello, Elliott.
The pair met each other’s eyes in unison. Though–Blaine’s couldn’t help the glance back down just to make sure he saw what he thought he saw on the glance up. That being a mostly naked Elliott other than a pile of fabric on his arm and pair of lace boxers. Yeah! That’s what it was! How long was too long before the silence between the two went from awkward to creepy? Trying to beat that deadline–Blaine stuttered. Nothing came out. His reddening cheeks puffed in a breath that popped his lips open and he shrugged helplessly without anything else to say but.. “H-Hi. Um.. I’m hoooome,” he smiled and cringed all at once trying to keep his eyes strictly focused on Elliott’s, “Probably should have made some sort of statement like about a minute ago–huh? Yep! Definitely..” –Oh boy!–
I was never a big fan of canon!Blaine but @pianokeysandbowties is
absolutely brilliant and I really adore their version of Blaine. My
favorite Blaine by far.
// Proper levels of freaking out and arm flailing in tags to spare you all from my screeching!
“You know, that’s a good idea. Chance of scenery probably helps with motivation. I imagine road trips of any kind are better with friends than parents. You can actually enjoy yourself.” At least, that’s the point Tina got from the movies that she watched which featured road trips in them. She focused on the barista for a few moments so she could order her mocha latte. Reacting a few moments too late to Blaine paying for their drinks, she could only playfully roll her eyes at him .If they ran into each other again, she would certainly return the favor. “I think that I would like that and I could always use another friend. Just don’t ask for details on what the New Directions are planning and I’ll do the same regarding the Warblers.”
Tina couldn’t help grinning at Blaine. He seemed nice and sane which was something she could use more of. “Though, general music discussion on favorite songs, recommendations and the like are perfectly acceptable.” At his comment, she couldn’t help blushing but also thinking that Artie could use a few lessons. “Thanks Blaine, that means a lot. At McKinley……,” she paused to try to figure out the right words, “being different is frowned upon by the majority of the student body.” Tina didn’t answer his other questions right away. Leaning on the counter, she tried to figure out what to say that wouldn’t have Rachel coming after her, should she find out. “We have been meeting since the first day of school, coming up with ideas and the like while dealing with recruitment.” Nothing was set in stone yet and they were still finding their footing.
“You’re more than welcome to ignore my barrage of questions then,” he grinned coyly at the set of rules he just broke not a blink of an eye later. Honestly, it was completely by accident! He was only aiming for polite conversation. Any idea of going to the Warblers with the answers didn’t even cross his mind. They might slightly go for an edge now and then by sneaking into theaters or doing other lightly nefarious–thing Diet Nefarious!–things to get a leg up on the competition. Sure. Hey! If the events were being held at say..a different school–they knew their acoustics, layout and what went with it! Why couldn’t the Warblers, too? Stuff along those lines! And it wasn’t all the time! Not usually! On occasion it was some sort of weird bonding moment they shared. Don’t ask him–he was just usually along for curiosity’s sake! But what they did was nothing like outright stealing information and using it against the competition or two their advantage to the level one would call it boldfaced cheating!
“We can’t take music completely out of this new relationship, Tina. I’m willing to compromise and say our personal favorites are more than acceptable to be talked about. I mean it’s music. I’m not sure we can’t talk about it from one music lover to another at some point. Right?” Hazel eyes squinted and a small frown tugged his lips downwards. He understood first hand what being different could do to you damage wise. Whether it ends up the way it did for him. Or how it affects someone else. No one deserved to go through their own personal hell just because of who they were. “I’m sorry. That’s not right.. Does that happen a lot? Because you seem pretty great! If that means anything coming from a stranger. And that’s great that you guys are getting there.“
text message to: best bud sam: ok there’s something i wanna ask and u can’t be weird about it ok? sam: what’s being with a dude like? sam: like idk. is it as nice as the fanfic says it is?
blaine: Okay.. I’ll try not to be weird. Try being the key word. blaine: Oh! Wow! That’s not what I was expecting. Can I ask what has you so curious? blaine: I mean. Yeah. It’s pretty “nice”. Um? A lot of fanfics focus on dialogue I wouldn’t even think about bringing into the bedroom. I’m not sure how often you gotta talk about exactly what you’re doing. I mean. To each his own! I just always thought that part was self explanatory? blaine: I mean. Sometimes it’s nice. But I don’t think you need to narrate every thrust? Sort of takes away from what you’re doing if you ask me. blaine: Before I go on? On a scale of ‘I genuinely want to know more’ to ‘I regret asking this with every fiber of my being’.. Where are you at?
“Don’t put the blame on me. The cute-boy-wonder doth protest too much,” he winked. It seemed that Blaine was enjoying his cooking. Well, of course he was but it’s nice to know it isn’t being secretly spat out or something of the sorts. “I know, you must be wondering ‘Sebastian, you’re husband material. When are we getting married?’ and the answer is whenever you want.” Would he get a blush out of that one?
A slight pause. “Yeah, um, I had a brother. He died. That’s why you didn’t know,” he hesitated to tell Blaine this initially. Sebastian had moved on from that chapter of his life. But sometimes he would still wake up and have to remind himself that someone like his brother was gone from this world. That was the most bizarre part about grief. Everyday is a new shocking relearning of events. Taking the picture and putting it back he looked at Blaine with a newfound smile. “So anyways, when are we getting our cuddle on? Or show me yours?” Changing the subject was never more appropriate.
“Boy Wonder? Come on–now you’re ridiculous,” Blaine scoffed in the direction of the floor and then glanced up with a smirk that kept spreading across his mouth until it was practically ear to ear by the time Sebastian was done fluffing up his husband material status. “How’d you know? And I don’t think you’re ready for that kind of a commitment with me, Seb. Not with the stories you’ve told me about your weekend activities. I just wouldn’t feel right tying such a wild horse down.” Blushing much? Oh! You could say his imitation of the background color of a stop sign was the best it’s ever been.
Sebastian’s pause made Blaine pause too. His laughter faded and he was back to curiously watching him with a bewildered blink. When he heard the truth? Blaine’s stomach bottomed out and any traces of his smile was gone. “Oh. Oh.” Losing a brother was unthinkable in Blaine’s book. Yes–he and Cooper might have their differences and their relationship was odd because of the years between them but–losing him? He couldn’t imagine surviving the loss of his brother. “Sebastian.. I didn’t.. I’m sorry,” he had to shake himself back to his senses after the whiplash inducing speed that Sebastian changed the subject with. Blaine instantly jumped onto the abrupt shift. “Um–we’re still talking baby pictures in the show you mine department, Seb. You’re forced to wait til we’re at my house for that but–,” he glanced past Sebastian to the bed and back. “Cuddles? I can do cuddles.” And after what he just learned? He never wanted to cuddle Sebastian worse than he did right now.
One of those families. Sounds like television got something right about the wealthy. Kurt nods in reply. Following Blaine in, he only glances around briefly and tries not to trail behind. The place was nice is all that mattered and if he were less in his head he might be made uncomfortable. Might make an offhanded comment about the decorating too if he let himself. He would definitely worry more about dragging water in due to the rain.
It would probably be weirder to leave him in his cold wet clothes all night, he thinks. But Blaine got a smile out of him as he laughed at himself. “Not weird. Generous, actually. I could go for a shower.” He wonders absently if it’s a good idea though with how much he’s gotten lost in his head tonight. He’d rather feel clean and warm than mention it.
Kurt didn’t find the offer weird? That was a relief! One that had Blaine glancing over his shoulder at the other boy with his smile renewed and a sparkle back in his eyes. “Great! Just make yourself at home. There’s towels in the dressing room closet. I’ll leave some clothes on the bed.” The door to the last room at the end of the hall was already open and a dim amber light reflected across the hardwood floor.
“The bathroom’s just through the small dressing room over there,” he pointed to the right of his room to the dark wooden door was. “I’ll be out of your hair and downstairs whenever you’re done,” he smiled up at Kurt while digging through his dresser and finding a pair of Dalton sweatpants and a t-shirt with the same crest on the front. They were tossed on the bed and he was already on his way back out of the room before he paused at the door and turned back around. “Do you need anything else?”
“Apparently not. I really don’t know that much, I try to stay out of drama as much as possible. You know me Blaine.” Nick sighed. “But honestly? This is the first time something this bad has ever happened to the Warblers. It is taking a long time to fully comprehend anything that has happened.” He looked at Blaine sadly. When Nick answered his question he sighed. “okay.” He replied, wanting to say “good” but everything is not good. This is not how things should be. He nodded. “I wont say anything, promise. And you know me, Blainers. I KEEP my promises.” He said, looking at his phone to see the time. “I probably should get going. The nurses said I had like 10 minutes until visiting hours were over when I passed them.” He sighed, getting up from the chair that was next to Blaine’s bed.
“I know you do,” but he couldn’t hide the relief that showed clearly when Nick promised he wouldn’t tell on Sebastian. Blaine wanted to handle things first for a number of reasons. The main one being Sebastian’s homelife put aside? He had questions for Sebastian that he wanted answered himself. Not from parents or authority figures. Worse yet? The police. He was already getting ready to lie to them once he was told that after he rested they’d be there to get a statement. The idea of talking to them? It hit too close to memories of the past he’d fought hard to put away. And still–on quieter nights–had the uncanny ability to sneak up and catch him off guard enough to make a sliver of panic creep back in with the memory that’d play out before he could put a stop to it. Tonight? It’d done it twice. Like that night was waiting with a vengeance for a chance to be remembered. This time? He planned on lying to them. Which made Nick’s and the other Warblers silence crucial. “Nick? Wait–sit down. A few more minutes won’t hurt–right?”
Sebastian could barely believe when Blaine had started to text him again a month ago. He was decidedly less excited once he realized the reason was simply and purely that, Blaine was lonely. Kurt was gone, to do whatever he was doing, and he’d left Blaine behind, and for the first time since their relationship started, Blaine didn’t have someone to spend every second of every day with, talking with, or planning to be with. Sebastian realized it fairly quickly after the first mentions of how Kurt was absent started. He, himself, hadn’t texted Blaine since the proposal incident. He couldn’t bring himself to admit how utterly it had actually devastated him. He had no idea how much hope he’d still been gathering until then. After that, he went radio silent, and Blaine didn’t make any efforts to contact him, either. And for the months that followed, Sebastian had been SURE that his story with Blaine, whatever it was, was over. That was why the strike was somewhat dulled down when he’d realized Blaine reaching out had nothing to do with them, but everything to do with his new fiancé. For a week, he’d even considered breaking everything off at once, but at the end of the day, it hadn’t changed anything. Blaine needed him, and even if it was only because he missed someone else, Sebastian was going to be there for him. After everything he’d done, Blaine deserved his friendship, stripped of interest.
He wasn’t sure when the whole Elliot thing had started. Sometimes Blaine would talk about him, and Sebastian would wonder, but he couldn’t conceive that Blaine would actually sleep with someone else after everything he’d said and done back when Sebastian had been pursuing him. The confession was a shock. And quite honestly Sebastian had no idea what to say. What could he say? And he doubted Hummel would want him saying ANYTHING regarding their relationship. When Blaine had asked, he’d seen no choice but to tell him it was his choice. He couldn’t tell him not to tell Kurt. And at the same time, he’d be SICK if he had to actually give him advice to save his engagement. It was one thing to be there for him, to talk and maybe meet in person, like they hadn’t despite the texting, distract him, support HIS decision. Those were things he COULD do, but what he couldn’t do was be a meddler in their mess of a relationship, as he saw it. Not to say he KNEW he wouldn’t be able to stay neutral. He didn’t know exactly what Blaine would do, and he wouldn’t until he texted him, which was why he hadn’t even been expecting any sort of news until the next day, AFTER Blaine had slept his trip off and decided to send him a message. To say he was surprised when someone knocked on his father’s door at that late hour was an understatement, but actually opening the door to a brokenBlaine on his porch was astonishing. He’d been wide eyed and at complete loss of what to do, but bring Blaine inside and take him to the living room. As they sat, he waited for him to say something and that was when reached for his shoulder and next thing he knew, he had an armful of Blaine on his chest. He wrapped his arms around him, his body always having such an automatic response to offering Blaine affection, something he wasn’t used to at all, and brought him in even closer. He could feel the tears starting to wet his skin under Blaine’s face and squeezed him tighter, eyes widening again at the admittance. “Shhhh…. Blaine. It’s okay, killer. Just take a deep breath.” You didn’t do anything. He swallowed, pressing his cheek against Blaine’s curls. He suddenly realized he probably should go upstairs and kick his one night stand out.
“Sebastian. I messed up so bad. I need–I need that day back. There are so many things I’d do different. I want to do it all over again. Everything I did that morning that lead up to that, I need to undo. Please..?” Why was he asking Sebastian that? It’s not like Sebastian could do anything to give him what he was begging for. It was an impossible request. Maybe he wasn’t asking Sebastian at all. Just incapable of keeping anything in. Every word he wanted to say when he woke up to his things packed and the person he loved most unable to look at him–and rightfully so–were still on the tip of his tongue. Six hours waiting in the airport because that was the closest flight time he could get didn’t erase them. Not the flight home. Or the drive that had him nearly rear ending someone because he wasn’t even in his skull much less focused on the road. Nothing ever would until he could say them to Kurt. But they refused to go away until they were spoken. At least once.
God knows he deserved to say it over and over again because he was the one that did it. Even if he begged for the chance to take that day away on repeat– it wouldn’t make up for what he did. Actions speak louder than words. And he’d made an action that set into motion a domino effect that broke everything on it’s way down. He held onto Sebastian like the other was his last lifeline. Regret that hadn’t left him immediately after he did the most awful thing he’s ever done that he could never take back only welled up again inside his stomach. It felt like his insides were twisted into knots, his throat caved in and he couldn’t breathe regardless of being told to. Everything he was feeling came pouring out from a body that was–simply put–too exhausted to hold it in anymore. His slight weight shifted against Sebastian’s side. Even though he was still wearing the coat and scarf he had on since New York–he was thinner than he’d been since they last saw each other face to face. A few sobs later–he tried to start gluing himself back together. He wasn’t after pity. Or even understanding. Just–Sebastian to be there and to not be alone. “I’m sorry..,” his face crumpled up and he went back frustratedly rubbing at his face keeping balled up around Sebastian’s frame. “I’m sure this is the last thing you need.”
🌟 …someone my muse trusts. 💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart. 💕 …someone my muse loves. 😒 …someone my muse hates. 🔥…someone my muse would die for. 💀 …someone my muse would kill for. 👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend. 💘 …someone my muse has a crush on. 🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past. 👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust. 💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires. 👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore. 😉 …someone my muse has had sex with. 💋 …someone my muse used to date. 😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh. 👪 …someone in my muse’s family. 👑 …someone my muse is jealous of. 👊 …someone who hates my muse. 👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse. 👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget. 🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet. 👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.
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