❝Tsk. Faults.” he repeated, amused and bored at the same time. “It is not your FAULTS that annoy me, jiminy. It’s your general, appraised, and drooled over, lack-there-of.” He rose an eyebrow. “It’s tragic, really, that you don’t think anyone living in this boretown of a borestate would require diversions.” He shrugs, brushing off the big deal Blaine puts over it. It was an innocent enough commentary. He still didn’t get how entangled in his own thoughts the other got that he didn’t realize the second meanings behind each of his own digs, and how at the end of the day, Sebastian was never half as mean as he could be if he actually wanted to. Sure. Blaine annoyed him, because Blaine was seen as the perfect boy by all the adults who hated him —- because his father would likely agree — but what annoyed him the most, was the fact he KNEW that wasn’t all he was, that there were other sides to the boy that he kept HIDDEN just to please those above him, and that it WORKED, and even then, he didn’t take advantage of it. It was like watching someone spin on their heels, and not realize they were moving forward, still fretting like they were stuck, whereas people like Sebastian, actually were. That was the infuriating part. Blaine had everything, but still denied himself to have it, believing he didn’t, and stepping on the side of himself that wanted it.
Sebastian gave him a look, interested at his reply. I’d never. “Don’t now about that, Anderson, I’ve seen many a prim boy like you snap. It’s not pretty.” Felt it too. “But I’ll keep that in mind.” He didn’t particularly ENJOY being beaten up, it wasn’t like that was why he did it – push people – he just liked to see people without their masks, which was something not many appreciated from him. He did know about the provost’s deal, which was the only reason he had accepted it in the first place, Lacrosse was one of the few things that gave him any joy lately. Despite everything, he wanted this stupid idea to work, if he couldn’t really make it on his own.
“I don’t, huh?” He says, amused by the boy’s reply. “Surprise me, then, Anderson. Now that would be entertainment.” He smirks. “Maybe if you can actually SHOCK me, I’ll even quit trying to get to the bottom of you.” He kissed his fingers in an affected show of a promise. He chuckles at the question then shrugs. “Why would that be a RISK? At worst they’ll think then that I finally got into your pants. You might be a nerd, but there’s still a hot ass underneath all that dorkiness, I wouldn’t be bothered by them thinking that.” It was better than then thinking he needed tutoring anyway. He smirked, as the other finally looked up at him, enjoying the challenging front, and the way Blaine was finally coming out of his defense and evade position, to actually engage. This was a lot more FUN.
“On you go, your highness.” He taunted him, as he opened the door to his bedroom but hung over it, so Blaine would have to scoot past him, a smirk on his lips as he watched him. After Blaine was in, he stepped in, himself, and closed the door, sighing as he dropped his backpack and took off his blazer, rolling his shoulders. “Alright. What horrors you have programmed for me, jiminy?” He asks, as he stretched like a cat, after taking off his tie, and then sits on the floor, his white shirt untucked and top buttons undone. He put back against the end of his bed, and one leg bent up and the other stretched out as he opened up his back pack and started going through it, gathering notebooks, books, and pencils and rubbers.
Stopping in his track at Sebastian saying he had a lack of faults, Blaine stood staring at his back trying to figure out if that was why Sebastian hated him so much. That he saw him as faultless when that was nothing near the truth. Striding quickly to catch up—he shook his head and palmed over his mouth piecing together what he had to say before he opened up another can of worms when there were so many strewn across an already littered ground that was crumbling beneath them anyway. Faults? “I-I have faults. I’m not some faultless and pristine person that you have to hate because you’ve put me in this imaginary role in your head. Why would you see me like that?” Here he was thinking Sebastian saw past so much and realized him for the truth everyone else never wanted to see. What he wouldn’t let them see. Fautless? Hardly. Sometimes he wondered why he’d let himself become so hidden that even someone like Sebastian couldn’t see through it all.
Because in spite of his denial of all the parts of himself he kept under lock and key? There were so many times where Blaine knew that part of himself wanted someone like Sebastian to call him out. Make him stutter and stumble and crack. Then… Want to know those parts more than what he let shine from the surface. Because that would be something so different. But the longer they walked together, the more he began to realize that wasn’t going to happen. Disappointment followed the realization. Sebastian’s voice had faded into a murmur of background noise to his own thoughts. When he tuned in again? He barely realized he was carrying on a conversation and Sebastian was replying to something he quipped back.
“No. You don’t. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re pretty clueless. Especially about me,” dark brows rose up and his chin tucked towards his collar in mocking disbelief. “Surprise you? Why would I want to bother trying? You couldn’t make the effort any less appealing. No thanks. Besides? Whatever would I do without your struggling and failing attempts at figuring me out? I mean. You’re doing such a great job so far,” his sarcasm was dripping. He flushed red up his throat, along his jawline and forced himself to swallow through the momentary lapse of his self control to not let Sebastian dig underneath his fingernails so badly that he’d bring his temper to the surface. “You wish. Like I’d ever–.” Grinding teeth to keep his mouth closed, Blaine stepped past Sebastian being careful as to avoid touching him and entered the room with only a roll of his eyes at the continued taunt about what Sebastian would love others to think. “Whatever..” Anyone who knew him would know he wouldn’t be with Sebastian for that. Not with how the other boy treated him, especially.
Hooking his thumb underneath the strap of his satchel, he swung it to hang in front of his waist and opened the flap not bothering to take a seat but looking for a surface to work on pointedly ignoring Sebastian making himself at home. A glare at his clasp was his retort to Jiminy being used yet again. The desk was closest. Anything to speed this torture up. He dug out a binder with Dalton’s logo on the front and his pen. Both were sat down with a thud next to his bag and he took a moment to rub the crick in his neck out. Tension was a hellish thing to deal with. “What are you struggling with most? We can start there. You tell me.”
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