Blaine had stopped by Dalton again, and seemed fit to crash the Warbler’s practice. Not that anyone really minded having the shorter be there, certainly not Sebastian. Oh no. He was more than pleased to see him there, with a smirk curling up on his lips. This was where the other truly belonged, it’s a shame he couldn’t see it for himself apparently. Ah, it was both cute, and a little frustrating. The other watched them sing, heard Sebastian’s solo, and how they danced of course. They were tempted to pull Blaine into their little group, but they had to get this number down. Sebastian already knew the steps like the back of his hand… some still needed work. So he resisted the need to reach out, and tug Blaine among their number like that first meeting. Perhaps another day. Eventually they reached the end, everyone wanted to talk to him, they missed their sweet Blaine. Who could blame them. Eventually the taller dragged him away, a hand at the small of his back leading him away to get a much needed coffee.
The smirk turns into a genuine smile.“If you keep coming back so often, you might as well transfer back, B,” he uttered with his tone playful. He was anything, but joking about that.
“How you’ve been Blaine? Any weekend plans?”
Drawn back. Again. The only reason he’d let himself think of was them. Not him. Not the things he said or made him think about. Or how Sebastian genuinely seemed to want to know him. Or that Sebastian was like a new book. Every page closer to figuring out some mystery that was right underneath your fingertips but you couldn’t lay your eyes on yet. This was a dangerous sort of draw. Blaine saw the way the other looked at him. Knew that the outlandish things he said–Sebastian meant. Then would talk himself out of knowing those things ten minutes out the door. A paper thin sort of convincing that left him thinking about it late at night. When he should be asleep. No. He came here for them. For Dalton. Not him.
Blaine sat on the smooth leather chair that was his all time favorite in one of the safest, warmest places he’s ever known. Carefully placed heels lightly pressed into the edge of his seat cushion, arms loosely wrapped across his shins as he listened. They were perfect as always. God, he could feel the pull to get up and join them so bad that settling in the way he had was probably the only thing keeping him put. Well, that and respecting their work. He barely had enough time to stand before arms were around him and he raced to answer all the questions and listen to them do the same to the ones he asked, or receive his breathless accolades. Chattering away with everyone around, hazel gaze occasionally drifting towards Sebastian. Until their was a hand on the small of his back, his breathing skipping before he caught it again and he followed where he was lead.
“I know they’d like that but I can’t. Besides.. From what I just heard? You don’t need me to have an edge on the competition. Trust me. You guys are..wow. I’m impressed. You’re doing a great job,” he smiled trying to hide how the mention of transferring always made him feel.
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