Sebastian dared to scoot closer. Blaine’s very fingers on his wrist felt so heavy but relieving in its own love-sick way. “Yeah, I wanna go there. With you,“ he whispered to Blaine. Sebastian’s boldness came back screaming as he leaned in to give Blaine a quick kiss on the lips. He didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable or wrong with what he was doing, so he pulled away. Sebastian felt the intense need to do that very action. Otherwise, he might’ve gone wild. It was enough for the moment to keep him as happy as he could be. In fact, Sebastian hadn’t been so genuinely happy in a while. His gaze was soft and a stupid smile stretched from the corners of his mouth. Sebastian leaned his head against the couch cushion, his hair slightly messy from the lack of surprising upkeep.
If Sebastian gave him another chance–he’d promise him right here and now that he’d never risk messing things up again. Not for some foolish repeat of a moment where he got so lost that he risked the chance to have Sebastian in his life. He waited with baited breath–hinging on the moment where Sebastian would either let him in and give him back what he was so terrified of losing. Or to know that he had irrevocably damaged what only just began but was now–for some reason he couldn’t name and didn’t really care to try because it just was–one of the most important connections to a person that he’s ever had. There was something about Sebastian that drew him in, made him want to be near the other boy and know him and let Sebastian know him back just as much. More than what he projected, more than what he let himself share because there were so many things he didn’t because those things were better left ignored. Sebastian seemed to see them without even trying..
The strangest part? Blaine wanted him to.. He wouldn’t be able to say why. Only that he did. And he knew that this was his second chance or Sebastian never would have come over. A passing peck to his lips was enough to make his breath hitch. He swallowed past the cartwheel his insides went topsy turvy on and nodded with wave of relief splashing in. “Thank you,” he whispered letting his head fall to rest on the cushion nearly mirroring Sebastian’s position. “You look like a put together mess, by the way. Not that it’s a bad thing. It’s not but,” he studied him with a darting glance over his eyes, “Are you okay?”
// I’m like one of the world’s biggest Kurt lovers so this is in no way any shade towards my baby. I’ll defend him to my grave. I’m under the belief that these characters all have flaws and make mistakes but none of them deserve half the hate they get for various reasons. But I gotta say.. This is why Dave Karofsky deserves all the love in the world.
I don’t like seeing how people continue to hate on him for huge mistakes he made in the past whenever he became this loving, caring person who apologized profusely for what he did and grew into a man that was beyond patient, beyond kind and generally too amazing for anyone to not see that. He was the one that–without a doubt–broke through the last of Blaine’s depression (because no one can tell me Blaine was 100% better by the time he met up with Dave again..) and took a man who was as broken as this gifset reminds me he was and helped be a major guide for Blaine coming back to being someone we see in the first gif. Who else better to understand how dark of a place your mind can take you to and show you the way out than Dave Freaking Karofsky?
Dave Karofsky has my love and respect and I know that he had Blaine’s. Mistakes or not. The ending of them and how it came around aside too (not excusing how that went down..not at all..it could have happened different but you can’t tell me how Dave reacted wasn’t anything less than mind bogglingly understanding and kind)–I just have so many thoughts about that relationship it’s unreal. Out of fear for getting too much hate tossed my way, I’ll keep the rest of my headcanons about Blainofsky to me and my partner. I’m willing to talk about them privately. But.. I just had to gush here about him for a little bit..because every time I pass this gifset in my likes..I think about that.
Dave had honestly expected Blaine to reject the whole thing, to explain to him that he just wasn’t ready to take that step in their relationship, or that it wouldn’t be a good idea for the two of them to do that. After all, inside of Dave, he knew that he would just become comfortable enough only to have something happen that would destroy everything. He hoped, given their relationship, that maybe this would push them in another direction. He could see a life with Blaine. Maybe it wouldn’t be the life he envisioned when he was in the hospital, but something even better – – happier. He could feel his heart racing; he had just wanted the official confirmation, to know he wasn’t immediately going to regret opening his mouth. He was a pile of relief. “You have no idea how relieved and happy I am to hear you say that to me,” he murmured. Dave let out a relief chuckle, shaking his head. “Not as amazing as you, and that’s no lie. You’re pretty damn amazing, and I’m pretty lucky that I get to date you. I’m so happy I get to experience so many things with you, and now we’re starting a whole other adventure and you have no idea how excited I am to do that with you, there isn’t anyone else that I would want to do this with,” he admitted.
Holding onto Dave–Blaine felt his mind already racing to let the idea that he would be moving in with this man settle in. Instead of letting his head fill with more unreasonable questions–he focused on Dave and Dave alone. On the sound of his voice as he spoke so sweetly that Blaine felt a sting of tears in his eyes at what he was listening to. Dave really thought that about him? That he was lucky they were together? Oh, the poor gentle soul had no idea that it was the opposite. Blaine knew he was the lucky one. So so very lucky. “Dave..? Thank you and all I can say is me too. I’m so excited.” Giddiness filled the empty spot his fear left behind. Blaine let his head fall back as he laughed. “We’re both awful at taking compliments from each other. It’s like a race to see how we can make the other person feel even more important,” his feet tucked underneath the backs of Dave’s knees and his elbows bent further down between them so he could lean in and rest against Dave’s chest. Face to face–small kisses began to peck and dart over Dave’s lips. “Maybe this weekend–you can show me the place,” he asked between smooches. “If you can get into it? Can you? If not–I’ll wait. Or try to. I want to see it though. I’m sure it’s perfect.”
Tina appreciated what Blaine was trying to do. At the end of the day, she knew that he had a point but it was hard to see that at times. She kept looking out the window as she bit her lip. After everything that she has gone through, Tina can’t help wondering if there was something wrong with her. Her mind flew back to when she ended up going head first into the fountain. “Do you remember when I ended up in the fountain? I don’t think I ever told you how exactly I ended up in there.” As long as she kept looking out the window and not at Blaine, she could do this. “Mike had sent me a text, you know, after I stood up for myself before Nationals last year. This particular text…..it hit me right in my insecurities. It was something along of the lines that Rachel is one of a kind and that I was being unreasonable.” Letting out a sigh, she tried to not go back to where she was when she got that text. It still hurt to think about it, let alone talk about it which she’s never done. “If my own boyfriend basically told me that I’m nothing special, that wanting to matter is ridiculous then its hard to believe that from someone else.” It was true what they said; those closest to us caused the greatest hurt. At the mention of Dalton, she looked over at him. “Are you sure that would be a good idea? I remember the drama that went down when Rachel was dating Jesse.” Interteam dating never really seemed like a good idea when it came to the New Directions.
Okay. Saying Tina telling him why she ended up in the fountain didn’t settle well with Blaine in was the understatement of the century. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles were stark white and the muscles lining his jawline flinched then tightened with a clamp of his back teeth hitting them together. Everyone who knew the smallest details about Tina would know that wording things the way she said Mike had would not only hit home but it’d do it with enough impact to leave a scar. Proof positive in the way that months after–it stuck with her enough to bring it up now. Whether or not she was being unreasonable–which looking at things from her side..she wasn’t–you just don’t. Keeping his thoughts to himself was becoming increasingly difficult the more he thought about what she must have–and still–felt like hearing that. Try as he might–and it was a lot–to keep from showing how perturbed he was, Blaine forced a smile and took her hand letting the back of her knuckles rest on his knee. “The Vocal Adrenaline idea? No. That part was a joke. I’d never give any of jerks my permission to be within ten feet of you let alone date you. The Dalton guys though,” his head swayed from side to side as he bit the edge of his lip and hummed. “Who cares about what people think? All I’m saying is the idea might have merit. There’s some really good guys at Dalton. Not all of them are Warblers. If you want? We can stop by on the way home,” he grinned and shot her a conspiratory wink, “I could show you around? I won’t tell if you don’t?”
Blaine avoided this conversation for as long as he could. Sebastian’s number was a press of his thumb on his phone away more times than he could count. Days went by. His I’ll think about it. I promise..just give me time felt like a punch not only to his stomach but he knew that every passing minute he kept Sebastian waiting certainly felt like the same to him, too. It wasn’t something he ever wanted to to do him. None of this was. And he was getting really good at making those blunders lately. However, Sebastian was too important to him–whether he believed it or not—to lose. And the worst? Too important to let go of. To face the idea that he’d tell Sebastian no and end up losing what he knew Sebastian felt for him? It was greedy and selfish and awful–but Blaine was petrified he would. So? He thought a couple days longer. Put things off and let himself live in a world that for one more day Sebastian Smythe–wanted him. And inside those days? He’d made a terrible mistake. One that he could take back. Not from Kurt, not from himself and not from the boy who wouldn’t understand why it wasn’t him.
Feeling his insides shake–Blaine delivered the news with a guilt ridden whisper and a stare that was deadlocked onto the tabletop. He couldn’t break up with Kurt, he couldn’t do that to him. What he didn’t deliver was that–within days–it wouldn’t be his decision. A trip to New York City was planned and Blaine knew that he was probably going to lose it all anyway (he deserved to) which was why–. More selfishness flooded in and he swallowed the guilt chasing after because he was desperate. “I can’t lose this, too,” he whispered in a cracked voice after Sebastian’s peck was delivered to his cheek. “Sebastian. Wait. Wait,” his voice grew in strength and volume as he was suddenly behind the taller of the pair. Blaine gripped his elbow trying to get him to stop and face him. “Don’t go. Can we just–talk? Please?”
Was this really going to happen? Maybe the stranger would pull out– nope, bad choice of words. What he meant was that maybe the other will just say it was joke or just decline. Truthfully, he wouldn’t be surprised about it being the latter. Hell, he was surprised with himself that he was– he was actually will to go through with this. Of course, if it turned out to be some creeper, he’d definitely be out of there in a flash. So far, it seemed like the both of them were being hesitant about the whole situation. Was he sure about this? Had this been a horrible idea? Should he just say no, and be done with it? All of those probably sounded like really good, reasonable options. Instead– “Yeah, yeah I’m sure about this, sorry, I just, i guess I figured no one would really call my number.” It was the honest truth. Barry didn’t expect the slight thrill he felt at the pit of his stomach, biting his lower lip as he thought this over one more time. Before giving the other his answer. “I’ll– I’ll see you soon then, I’ll um, I’ll be wearing a red sweater, and I’ll probably look a little out of breather.” There’s a bit of laughter, “Um– see you,” hopefully. And with that he hung up.
Blaine internalized his groan and let his back rest against the wall. With the way the both of them were approaching this conversation–he wondered if he made the right decision. The poor guy sounded like he was struggling to let it sink in that this was happening. Whatever this was–which it could be absolutely nothing! For all he expected? They could soon be sharing a drink over a bottle of bleach one of them could tip the bartender enough for him to hand over and a couple of rags as they scrubbed Barry’s name off the wall because–though he admitted in he put it there himself–he didn’t sound like he thought he made a good choice doing so. Not that Blaine had ulterior motives wanting to bring it to his attention. Not really. Or did he? A piece of the lonely part of him whispered into his conscience that he knew exactly what he was doing when he dialed the number. And a warning wasn’t the entire reason why. Swallowing thick–he echoed Barry’s laugh. “Y-Yeah. Sure. I–um. Bowtie and a navy blue cardigan. My name’s–.” Wait. Silence. When Blaine looked at his phone? The screen was just his wallpaper. Oh. Barry was on his way--crap! Hurrying back to the bar–Blaine took a seat and immediately ordered another drink. His hand shook when he motioned the bartender over. Better yet? “Make it a double. Thank you..”
Santana couldn’t count the papers && coffee cups if she tried. Finals were hitting Blaine hard, && as entertaining it was to see him flustered — she was concerned. He worked so hard, never giving up on the things (or people) he was passionate about. Blaine Anderson was a truly good person. How she got to keep him in her life for so long sometimes baffled her. Kurt could be sarcastic and cruel, Rachel was stuck up && bitchy when she needed to be — then there was Blaine. Maybe a diva at times, but never bad. Not on purpose anyways, which was better than most of them could say. He was something special, && that hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Today wasn’t the first time it happened. Santana had a habit of snuggling up to her friends when sleepy. It was just more comfortable to sleep with a warm body by her side. Or better yet beneath her. She’d nearly passed out after a long session of television && self reflecting. That’s all there was to do when the rest of the household slept. She didn’t even fully wake up before finding her way to Blaine’s side. She felt his body shift after a few moments but that didn’t stop her tired head from resting against him. Her attention was only grasped when he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Hello to you too, bed head.” She laughed under her sleepy breath as she got a look at his disheveled brown locks. “Oh hell no, Anderson — no fair. Everyone knows that I call the shots around here. I refuse to let you move. I am far too comfortable, so you’re stuck with me.” The latina offered a confident smirk before relaxing in his embrace once more.
Blaine kept one hazel eye squeezed shut while he peeked at her with the other. “Are you judging my hair? Probably a mess, huh? You better forget you ever saw this once we’re actually awake,” he smirked lazily and reached back to shove some of the loose strands that were fighting so hard to curl again now that they were out of their gelled cage off his forehead. No luck. His hairdo was a goner. Santana’s quick comeback was nothing short of what should be expected. Given the fact that he just woke up to her snuggling with him while he was utterly the oblivion of sleep and it was incredibly sweet if you thought about it? There has to be a certain amount of bossy tone mixed with her sleepy voice to balance things out or she wouldn’t be Santana Lopez. “Okay, Okay. You’re not letting me move. I get it. I’m the one that’s stuck.”
Slinging one arm around her waist–Blaine nuzzled the back of his head against the cushion again. He’d let her win this round but anyone who saw them would say with her legs tangled up in his and her in his arms as the edge of his nose was fit against the top of her head keeping her firmly in place–he was the one in the lead as far as who was stuck with who. “Everything okay,” he asked in a mumble into her hair still half asleep and wondering whether or not if he was going to wake up and get back to work or stay here longer. The second option was winning so far. “Just checking. Cause if you need to talk or anything? I’m here and I don’t think I have it in me to pick up another text book for the rest of the night.”
Kurt was only slightly nervous at the way that Blaine laughed at his babbling; worried a little that maybe the other wouldn’t like it, but with the other moving their hands and pulling him against his side, he knew that he shouldn’t be. He tried not to shiver or tremble, even though he felt like an electric current ran through him as he was pressed against Blaine like that. He felt safe, warm, content, and for some reason it only made him keep babbling, to keep from getting too far into that feeling. He didn’t want to freak Blaine out or anything, after all. He wanted him to like him.
“Really?” His voice seemed to squeak faintly as Blaine stopped them and said he would love to sing with Kurt. His heart leapt in his chest and he was sure that the grin on his face couldn’t possibly get any larger. “I… I’m so glad, that’s amazing, and whenever you want or are free, it would be so great,” He babbled out again. He continued to follow Blaine’s lead, not questioning anything at all. However, when Blaine pulled out that key, his eyebrow did raise a bit.
“Oh, so you’re not like Nick and Jeff, with the stealing things?” He couldn’t help the light tease that left his lips, knowing full well that those two were huge trouble makers, and he was pretty sure he’d overheard them talking about hiding Wes’ gavel earlier. “Oh…” He gasped out softly then at seeing the stairs, but grinning and taking Blaine’s hand again. “It’s so amazing in here…” he stated softly, glancing at the other and flushing a bit again.
Blaine steepled his fingertips against his chest with a drop of his jaw and quick scoff of dramaticized hurt. “Me? A thief? Never. But I can’t say I haven’t shared some benefits of Jeff and Nick’s habitual sticky fingers. Mainly pranking other Warblers. So maybe I’m a thief-by-association, I guess?” Turning his smile towards the steps they climbed after making sure Kurt was okay with following–Blaine’s hand trailed up the long length of a wooden banister that’d seen better polishing days to a landing never letting go of Kurt’s hand. Unaware of the eyes on him–he glanced around the dimly lit room.
Heavy curtains were pulled open in spots with their white liners letting the late afternoon light shine through. Their steps on the dusty wooden floor kicked up specks to float around inside the beams. Tiny wisps danced and twirled from floor to ceiling. The spot must have been used as storage at one point. Chairs covered by heavy white tarps were in the corner. Stacks of old portraits that used to hang downstairs were neatly placed along the wall furthest from them. What the Warblers lucked out on was the old piano from their Common Room was placed inside it too and with careful care–it’d been brought back to tune. Chairs and timeworn couch framed a dark crimson rug in the center. What Blaine loved about this place most–other than the piano? Was where the gentle tug on Kurt’s hand lead him towards.
One of those large windows was actually a set of double doors that lead out onto a balcony. He didn’t really realize when the room faded and Kurt was the only thing he was looking at but when he did, his smile was bright, his face was warmer, his breath hitched like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Come with me. I promise you’ll love this the most.” Breaking his too long stare by watching his hand push the door handle down, a crack and whine of old metal against metal echoed as he pushed the door open and nodded at the daylight and the smell of flowers and sunshine rushing in to mix with the old, dusty bookish smell of their hiding spot. “Check it out and if you don’t love Dalton a little bit more? I’ll eat my shoe.”
Kelsey picked up her burger and took a bite the while she waited for Blaine’s response again. Maybe she had jumped to a conclusion a little too quickly but she’d just been throwing out a possibility of what the theme might be for the week based off what they knew. Her eagerly and slightly innocent mind only had so many places to go. Honestly, she really did need to get out more. That was why she had joined the Glee Club in the first place.
“Yah, you’re probably right.” She giggled softly poking her fork into the salad and sipping a little bit of her milk. Sometimes she felt awkward socializing while eating. She just had to let herself NOT think about it all too much. That was easy though, she just let her mind work to try and process some other possibilities of what topic Mr. Schuester might give them for this week.
“No you’re right. I think we will be done with that for a while, thank fully. It was like maybe fun for an hour?” She laughed softly digging back into her food for a brief moment. “But honestly? I’m not sure what he has planned for us this week. Somehow though, he always seems to come up with something relevant.”
Listening to Kelsey as he took a few more bites of his salad and popped a chip in his mouth–Blaine ‘hmphed’ with an upwards jerk of his shoulders and a twitch of his eyebrows that matched the shrug. “Relevant is an objective word you can use to describe his lessons but, I could think of a few other things too.” Mainly mood driven and chaotic lately but who was he to point that out?
All he knew was if they didn’t start focusing on the big picture soon–they were going to be seriously behind. Modus Operandi for the New Directions, though, right? Things always seemed to work out in the end but they did love their rocky roads to the finish line. And if they had one more assignment that landed in you’re all winners in my eyes–Blaine was pretty sure he was going to make a permanent dent in the soundproof wall with his forehead. Might as well get the Advil ready..? –Okay? What’s with the mood today? Knock it off, Blaine.–
“Whatever he picks, I’m sure it’ll be great!” Out of his mouth comes the opposite! Even the smile and quick way he nods adds to his ‘enthusiasm’ about discovering what was waiting for them inside the choir room. “I got an idea. How about we finish up and use what’s left of our lunch break to sneak into the auditorium and get a head start,” his napkin was tucked into the half eaten bag of chips, “I have the perfect thing in mind. You wanna?”
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