Being closed off was a talent of Barry’s, sure it was easy to read him sometimes. But when he really wanted to the speedster would shut people out, and remain very guarded. It was unfair to his significant others, perhaps one of the reasons why his relationships tended to crumble after a while. He should learn from his mistakes, and not repeat them. Perhaps in that aspect … he just an idiot. It happened again and again, and again. And here he was ready to repeat it. “Blaine I…” he looked into those hazel orbs that he had grown to adore so quickly. He was causing this man pain, all because he was being a coward. Too scared. Too worried. Too unsure of himself. Scared about the idea that he might lose him, worried that he might hurt him, and unsure that he’s even good enough. Regardless he should just push this away, give up without a fight, without Blaine having a say in it. What has sealing himself away done for him? Nothing. Nothing at all, and it usually came to bite him right in the ass again. Finally his shoulders slump a little, the tension easing out of him as he came to a conclusion at last. “….I’m… I’m not really good at this, and you’re right. I have been guard, and withdrawn.” A pause, and pursed lips. “I don’t mean to, but I… I need to try,” he gulped looking a little more determined. “I’ll try, for you, for us. I’m not going to run away anymore.”
Blaine was tired. Tired of pretending that none of Barry’s distance and attempts to push him away hurt him as bad as they did. Tired of waiting and hoping that whatever cosmic fate that tethered them together (whether Barry wanted it or not..that’s what they were) to give him some sort of a break and nudge Barry towards him just a little. Even the tiniest bit would be better than nothing. Barry’s latest bout of going days without answering any of Blaine’s attempts to contact him, finally, pushed Blaine to his breaking point. He stood just inside Barry’s apartment. Hands waving at his sides as he blurted out his answer to ‘How have you been?’. Normally, he would have answered with something equally as skirting-around-the-bigger-issue as that question was. Today? He just couldn’t. Silence swallowed him up as he waited for Barry to show him even the slightest shred of caring about what he had to say. What he got back made his mouth drop open. Barry just AGREED with him? Blaine was so ready to launch into another rant that what he heard caught him off guard. All he could do was regurgitate Barry’s response back to him. “You’ll try for me? For us? You won’t run away,” he asked feeling a little more than weary of the promise and rightfully so. Hazel eyes combed over Barry’s and his lips pouted over the question before he asked it keeping close guard on his heart that deeply wanted to flutter in his chest at the glimmer of hope Barry just gifted him with. “You promise..?”
kurt.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Let me break it down for you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) One lifetime of canoodling with a pillow and not your fiancé, or a lifetime canoodling and possibly some other stuff with your actual fiancé.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Uh oh. I feel like I’m about to be in trouble.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I was right. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You drive a pretty hard bargain, Kurt Hummel. I guess I’ll pick the latter. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Does that mean I have to put him back in his creepy box AND not say anything? Or can I keep him out until you’re home? I just want to be clear on the stipulations before I ruin my chances of having the ‘canoodling and possibly some other stuff’.
( mssg » queen t. | sent ) Hello, lady! Good morning! Listen. It’s a beautiful day, there’s no school and it’d be a shame to let it go to waste. ( mssg » queen t. | sent ) I’m thinking I could use a some serious Tina Time. ( mssg » queen t. | sent ) Do you have any plans? If not..? Care to make a few with me?
I’m ALL for cute things. you have a cute plot for me? send it to me! you have a love for adorable scenarios? hell yes! you wanna make your mean muse deal with a cute situation? fuck yeah! I’m all for things that create NEW EXPERIENCES for our muses, so don’t be too shy to come up to me with ideas!
Since that awkward moment when she was drunk and kissed the guy, Rachel had felt a connection to Blaine Anderson. At first, she thought he might have feelings for her, but what drug was she on? The way everyone else saw it, especially Kurt, he was gay. Still, she thought that maybe, just possibly he could find her attractive. Besides, at the time, he didn’t really “come out”, so how was she supposed to know what he liked?
Besides Finn, Rachel had never really met anyone else who could keep up with her vocally like Blaine. His talent was rare. He could sing and dance like a god and when he spoke, you couldn’t help but to listen. It was so inspiring to see that much of a gift inside someone besides herself. Now Rachel didn’t think she was the best dancer, but she was definitely better than some of the other Glee club members and sadly, her own boyfriend was on that list as well.
Besides being a dynamite performer, there were other qualities that Rachel found admirable in the male. He was a kind soul and had an infectious laugh that you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing with him. He was a wonderful friend to have in your corner and was there for you when you needed a push to go on.
Standing at her locker, she brushed through her hair in between classes, getting her books for the one she had next. She looked over, flashing a smile in Blaine’s direction before skipping over to talk. “We should do something fun tonight. Don’t worry, no more drunken make out sessions. Movie marathon?” She clapped her hands. “Or karaoke!” Laughing from her own enthusiasm, she linked her arm with his, a sigh passing through her lips. “I just need a break. This whole NYADA thing is really getting me down. I can’t believe I messed up that song.” She frowned. She knew that Blaine would make her feel better. He had a way of doing that when she was sad.
Blaine checked his reflection in the tiny mirror stick to the inside of his locker. After a gym shower, one had to be a little cautious of hairgel not really going as planned until it stuck. Walking around school with hair going every which way would be a disaster. Thankfully, everything was neatly in place and he could stop worrying about it. Grabbing out two books and stuffing them in his bag, he gave the door a nudge with his shoulder and listened to it latch closed.
A twist of the lock and he was about to be on his way to search for Kurt. Their skip study hall and use glee club practice as an excuse for a 1:30 kissing session in a dark auditorium Bucket List check off was the number one reason why Blaine had a particular skip to his step all day. About to was the key phrase..
Rachel caught his attention with a smile and a skip over.
A flood of suggestions for how they should spend their night left Blaine with an ear to ear grin and his shoulders shaking in huffs of a chuckle. “Rachel. Hi! You look better today..–” Blaine paused almost en route to give her arm a squeeze as she linked it with his. He knew she was going through a rough time since she choked on her audition.
Okay. Rough time didn’t cover what his friend was suffering through. Her dreams were ruined (or so she thought because Blaine knew she would come out of this the star he knew she would be and overcome this roadblock if she would let herself believe in her as much as he did) and she was devastated. But today there was a light in her eyes he sorely missed and he wasn’t going to blow her off when she seemed to be on the up and up.
“I tell you what? How about a karaoke movie marathon? We could combine the two,” he grazed past any mention of NYADA not wanting her to focus on that again but the night ahead. “We can pick out a few musicals and turn your basement into a theater? You, Kurt, me? I’ll order us dinner and have it delivered? What do you think? I know he’d love it.”
Sebastian’s night was definitely taking a turn for the better as he slipped his phone into his back pocket. He’d been waiting for his chance to lure Blaine away from gay-face and it seemed like tonight was his lucky night. He’d always believed that Blaine was far too good for the likes of Hummel, and it was only a matter of time before Blaine realised that for himself.
He raised his hand to get the attention of the bar tender, ordering himself another drink and something extra strong for Blaine – he’d need it today if things had been as bad as he’d said – then gave him an extra generous tip on the basis that he wouldn’t allow their glasses to run dry all evening. Then he waited, turning around slightly in his seat and scoping out the rest of the bar, none of them could even compete with the likes of Blaine, he wasn’t sure why he was even wasting his time with them, but he had to find something to occupy his time.
Blaine stared at the last message on his phone before taking a deep breath and tucking it in his back pocket. The clock above the kitchen stove read 10:46. With how awake he was, sleep wasn’t going to be an option and Sebastian offered a means of coping with the quiet in his house by simply not being there. His fist closed around his keys and he left the lights glowing in the empty house fading away in his rearview mirror.
Scandals wasn’t a place he went to often. His first visit didn’t end well. A beer and a mistake he wished he never made had Blaine deciding that bars were probably not his thing. Yet, here he was. Squeezing his cellphone like it was the edge of a security blanket and wandering through the crowd until he saw Sebastian. Waving to get his attention, the former Warbler stepped past the jukebox and bellied up to the bar beside the taller boy. “Sebastian. Hello.” Noticing him right away, the drink Sebastian ordered slid across the bar with a wink from the bartender. Blaine blinked down at it. “Oh, wow. ..Um.. Thanks. That was fast. Did you pay this guy off or what,” he tried to lift his voice and playfully jab at his friend like there wasn’t a single weight on his shoulders.
Hands resting underneath his pillow and quietly listening in on the sound of Blaine’s gentle breaths, piercing blue eyes couldn’t help but stare at the sight of his naked boyfriend still soundly asleep beside him; the previous night’s events playing over and over in the back of his mind and lips curled up into an all too adoring smile as he lay, comfortably awake on his side of the bed and with not one ounce of regret about leaping headfirst into previously banned territory. Opening night had turned out to be even better than either of them could have anticipated. The decision to go to Blaine’s house, while admittedly bold and definitely something far beyond his comfort zone at the time, providing the perfect ending to a successful first glee club performance and all things Scandals and Sebastian forgotten as they had spent their first of hopefully many more together.
“Good morning,” he uttered, breaking the silence in an almost whisper; butterflies causing a significant uproar deeply within his chest as hazel eyes finally stared back at him.
Even as they slept, Blaine seemed to seek out the warmth of Kurt’s body. Bare toes touched the edge of a slender calf. More than once his knee snuck over to connect with Kurt’s. Though most of the night his arms wouldn’t rest until one or both were pulling his boyfriend close enough that he could press his cheek to bare skin and be lulled in and out of dreams with the rise and fall of Kurt’s chest. It wasn’t until morning seeped in through the windows and caused the pale boy beside him to stir that Blaine finally separated from him and continued to drift in slumber unaware of being watched now that Kurt was awake. Curls long fallen from last nights activities stuck to his forehead, eyelashes fluttered. The weight of Kurt’s stare called to him in dreams–Blaine woke up face to face, eye to eye with the most beautiful sight he ever saw. Kurt. His Kurt and a myriad of blue green greeting him. All at once last night came rushing back, his chest grew warm and his smile was utterly blissful when he took hold of Kurt’s forearm and settled in close enough that their foreheads touched.
“Good morning,” Blaine whispered back and his leg tangled between both of Kurt’s. “Did you sleep okay? How long have you been up?” Voice hushed in tone, groggy with sleep but so so so content.
Mercy was not in his repertoire. His lips did not even need to part from his, all it took was a mental command, and the metallic carcass he had left behind kneeling on the ground rose. A shard of metal pierced the subject’s shoulder, pinning him to the half of a wall still standing, like a ‘To Do’ note that had had the audacity to deem himself worthy of escaping his fate. In this story, there was no room for the unexpected, for anything he had not decided to write in it, for forgiveness to those dimwitted enough to think they could fool a God. A roll of his shoulders and the rage that had surged from recklessness was repressed. Why waste time lamenting a flawed species was behaving exactly like it always had, like he had witnessed so many times before over the ages, when before him was a spectacle much more worthy of his attention? From his veins lewdness was gushing and his hands ached for the same carnal touch. Cloth was overlooked by absentminded, slithering fingers and their pads brush over nakedness in anticipation. Meanwhile the whole of his focus was fixated on his own thumb, tracing the shape of an overused bottom lip before locking itself between two rows of teeth, the smuttiness of the sight contrasting with golden hazel eyes that pretended not to comprehend just how much trouble he was getting himself into. A roused grin and raised eyebrows warned him not to test how far he was prepared to go; how successful he would be in delaying the juxtaposition of skins, still stained with sweat and nonresident blood. “When did you ever really try to hold me over?”
The sound of the man’s retreat coming to a rather abrupt stop cutting a sharp cry of pain through the thickening air between them did not fall on deaf ears. His hair stood on end at the sound of it, goosebumps chilled his neck and disappeared underneath the collar of his shirt. This death and mayhem around them? Yes, he was the maestro that created a cacophony of panicked screams and crashes of chaos by throwing his own antics into the mix. An orchestra of his own doing, indeed. However, The Meister had always been the gentler of the pair. Death to him was always too permanent a thing. No chance of a curtain call or one last bow. SURE! Accidents do happen. Some people were just simply easier to conduct, is all. Others just never quite got the beat. But, his God? His God had no mercy. Offered no reprieve. No chance for any sort of symphonic reprise of a role that he deemed unworthy. And in his God’s eyes. They all were. The Meister didn’t have to see the man pinned to the wall to know he was there (and suffering) by some creative means. What shocked him was that he survived long enough to utter one sound. And then he was drawn back out of that bar of thought with a mere touch. One that slid sinfully towards the crease of his lips and between his teeth. His stomach spun, ribbons laced through his veins, tugged him under and tethered him to the creature who consumed what was left of his wits with one simple twitch. “Never,” he whispered back before the edge of his tongue grazed over the very tip of the thumb his lips caressed. Bare skin moved under his palms as he began to drag them up the lean lines of an freckled ivory stomach. Without warning, his right dropped down between them. He squeezed his mark, the taunt inside of Savitar’s thigh and his mouth curved happily before it closed over the first set of knuckles on a pale finger lingering just inside to see the reaction he’d get. Tonight just kept getting more and more INTERESTING.
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