hunter.

Hunter didn’t know his next move. For the first time, he had no plan. How could you know what to do when your instincts were all turned around? Acting on passion never did him any favors. He should of held his own. Should of held BACK. It was pathetic how utterly lost he was in front of his friend. God, he still thought that. He still considered Blaine his friend. Somehow in his rage, he saw a light in Blaine’s eyes that just didn’t seem unfaithful. As a matter of fact, Blaine seemed like the most trustworthy person he’d ever met. So why was he so afraid of letting him in? Guess it’s just a bad habit. Pushing people away is easier after all. Even if that means letting go of the one thing you truly one. The one person you truly want. His heart was aching with both grief && disappointment. Only both emotions were a result of his own foolish behavior. Not only did he ATTACK Blaine multiple times, he really went in for the kill with that kiss. The most dangerous thing he could do. Kissing the enemy wasn’t how you won a fight. How could he let himself act so recklessly? The action was by every means a tell that Hunter wasn’t as strong as he seemed. Then again his raging temper showed the same thing, only he didn’t see it that way. Rage was easy to show. It hid the better parts of the heart that could be hurt. Unlike a kiss did. He knew Blaine was going to be a problem from the start. He just didn’t expect it to go down like this.

The taste of Blaine’s lips still lingered when he pulled away. Even though he wanted to run in the other direction, he stayed put. In fact, it felt like he was almost closer than before. Like he was moving unintentionally towards his worst fear. His darkest weakness. Blaine was everything untouchable for the Warbler, so why did he long to reach out? Why when he asked him what his reasoning could be, did Hunter simply close the gap they’d made between them? They were so close now that he could feel Blaine’s breath, && it was so tempting. His essence was drawing him in && eating him alive. He could barely see straight because he was exploring every inch of his face. So that maybe, just maybe, he could tell what he was thinking. That was a dark path to go down. Hunter’s knack for self loathing came up with plenty of awful imagery. Plenty of scarring words that he assumed were crossing Blaine’s mind right now. How was that not enough for him to walk away? How could he survive being locked in this moment with someone he felt so inferior to? His presence was growing on him. He felt suffocated in the best of ways. In the most terrifying of ways. Blaine had more control than he realized. “You win. Take your team back. Just don’t be surprised if it drives me away.” His breath fell short as he finished speaking, because he didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to run away this time. Maybe it was just the adrenalin in his system, but his confidence ( as defeated as it was ) seemed in tact. He may come off as prideful, but Hunter had never been more ashamed. Especially considering he leaned in again. He was even closer to Blaine now. His lips were a centimeter away from brushing against his. He held himself back though. Hovering seemed like the worst idea, but he couldn’t go forward with it. He couldn’t pull back, or move in. The rest was up to Blaine, && he hated the reaction he wished for. As much as Hunter wanted him to turn away, to break Hunter’s apparently vulnerable heart by hitting him with his fists rather than his lips — he wanted him in his entirety so much more. One final attempt. “Push me away. Hit me one last time. Make me regret this… Finish what I started.” but did he even know what he meant by that? Was it an invitation to finish the fight, or return for a second kiss? There was no telling anymore. It was all up to Blaine.

Blaine felt every tiny movement that Hunter made as the other Warbler came in closer and closer until they were only a fraction of a breath apart.  The air around them changed. Intensified in a way Blaine couldn’t pinpoint on whether he should be ready for the blow Hunter seemed to want to throw earlier would come.  Or if what just happened changed this game all together.  He couldn’t blink, couldn’t swallow or move or even speak as every minute twitch of his face was so visibly read.  He could only stare back–unsure and unsteady under such scrutiny that it made him feel utterly vulnerable.  In the worst kind of way.  That’s when he realized that he was afraid. Afraid of what Hunter might do next because if he were to swing?  Blaine knew he was going to end up taking the full brunt of the hit because seeing Hunter so rattled and upset made any thought of returning the punch or even flinching out of the way impossible.  He was pinned there.  Under the breath he felt on his cheek and the ghost of Hunter’s lips so near he could feel the dampness of their mouths mixing together as they exhaled.  “This isn’t about winning anyone.  I never wanted to take them.  I never wanted to hurt your feelings.”  Granted, Hunter was a person Blaine either barely tolerated or–towards the end–felt some kind of indifference towards.  Before he returned to Dalton and got to know the other boy.  Then–strangely enough–they became friends.  A slow burn that took months but Blaine was grateful when the animosity and mistrust turned into something better.  God knew if he wanted hallways that felt like ghosts lingered around every corner and the tiles felt like broken glass and shattered hopes walking down, he’d have stayed at McKinley.  “I came back to Dalton because this was home and I never wanted things to get ugly.  I didn’t plan on it being such a change for them but it was.  I didn’t provoke it.  Not on purpose.  Why can’t you see that?”  Why was he begging now?  If Hunter wanted to hate him?  There was probably little to nothing that Blaine could do to change his mind.  Hunter never seemed the type for that.

Saddened eyes stared down at Hunter’s lips as they moved.  Looking up was too painful. Blaine’s fingers twitched from their uneven, jaggedly held fistfuls of nothing and grabbed at the cuffs of his own blazer.  He swallowed HARD.  “I’m not hitting you.  I won’t.  I don’t want to.”  Hunter started two things in this confrontation.  A fight and a kiss.  Which one did he want him to finish?  Blaine wouldn’t dare think it was the second.  Not with how he seemed to hate him now.  Maybe kissing him would make Hunter hate him even more.  Tears made his vision blurry as they welled.  He ruined this too, didn’t he?  Mixed messages and misfiring signals.  Rage and hate and the guilt they built up in his belly were easier to believe than the opposite.  Suddenly, he wished Sebastian would walk in.  Break them up.  See what was happening and–somehow–save this from spiraling further out of control.  There was no sign of him, though.  And there wouldn’t be.  Blaine never felt more alone in a place he never imagined the possibility feeling alone.  It hurt.  Alone with someone you thought was your friend?  “I never thought we could be this way.  Not here.  Not with–.”  You.  The word fell off the tip of his tongue and never saw the light of day as he took one toe to heel step back and dragged the other foot along once his heel touched the rug.  “If you want something finished?  You finish it. I’m tired of being the one to ruin things.  I can’t do it this time.  I’m sorry, Hunter.  I won’t.”  Biting his lip–Blaine’s brows pinched together at the aftertaste of Hunter and he forced the burning in his eyes to stop by looking at the ceiling and then back.  It barely worked but it was worth the shot.