Before the elusive speedster has the chance to pull away–the shorter of the pair catches him by the tie with a smirk and pulls him back in for a kiss. “Hello back, handsome.” A few more pecks are peppered across the other’s lips. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Miss me as much as I’ve missed you? You better have..”
She had to take several heavy breaths before typing out her message. How else would this be settled? In person? Through somebody else? One way was too person, the other too immature. Over the phone was just her best bet. Until he crossed her again. Then he’d be making battleground for a fight to end all Glee alumni fights.
text — blaine anderson; I told you straight up that you were uninvited. text — blaine anderson; If I get one more call from Britt saying you and Kurt want to make a big scene at my wedding, I’ll get a restraining order on both of your asses. Save the sappy songs for your next “proposal” text — blaine anderson; Now leave me and my life alone.
Blaine heard his phone chime repeatedly from on top of the stack of cardboard boxes he’d rested it on while they continued packing his things. A confused glance was given to Kurt who was sitting on the couch thumbing out something on his phone. “Was that from–,” he didn’t get the question out before Kurt shook his head and claimed he was talking to Rachel. Only half believing him, a devilish spark came to hazel eyes as he stepped backwards towards the stack of his belongings and picked it up. What he saw instead wiped the smile right off his face. Word definitely did travel fast. “Oh..”
( mssg » satana | sent ) Why would you punish Kurt? He’s done nothing but help you both in every way he can. In spite of what happened. ( mssg » santana | sent ) Isn’t Burt your officiant? It’d be awkward to not have his son there. One fight shouldn’t negate the friendship the two of you have built over years. ( mssg » santana | sent ) I didn’t plan for this to happen. Can we, please, talk? I’m tired of wishing I could do our conversation all over again. And I’m really tired of missing you. Please?
“Is it weird that before you and Kurt dated he had the hots for me?” Sam asked, or more accurately blurted out as he laid stretched out across Blaine’s bed after a long period of silence between them. Silence wasn’t bad, not between Blaine and Sam, especially when they were knee deep in comics or playing video games, or just laying about listening to music. It was comfortable. But often broken but ‘deep’ revelations that swirled around in Sam’s head when he wasn’t using his brain to formulate intelligent conversation. “I mean, would I be the bowtie guy? If that had happened?” He asked, turning onto his stomach and resting his face in his hands, his elbows propping him up. “I’d have like slicked back hair and wear tight pants?” He raised a brow in genuinely thought and some confusion.
Blaine stretched, hazel eyes lazily roaming over the patterns the paint and texture created on the ceiling above his bed. Being like this was so easy with Sam. Relaxed and letting the pressure of the outside worl– friendship problems, practicing performances, studying and anything else that normally zapped away so much of his attention on a daily basis–all fade into a comfortable quiet. A welcome break that seeped into his muscles and drained it all away. Success! He finally found the face of the puppy he once made out of a sweep of a paintbrush and some plaster as a kid he’d been trying to find up there ever since he stopped seeing it. Or how he could cloud dream other objects up above. Likw rhw horse jumping into the dark shadow between the ceiling and the forest green striped wallpaper he was imagining as Sam spoke up. A brow lifted and Blaine’s lips curved into a small, quizzical smile at the question. It took him a second to recover from the innocent adorable that was entirely Sam Evans when he slipped into his philosophical self before he could answer. “I don’t think that you would have literally become me. I mean–I was already me. But,” he darted his gaze back and forth across Sam’s. “I can definitely imagine the flannel and bowtie look on you. Not bad in my head. We could always put one on you and see. However? I like your hair just fine without the gel..” To prove it, Blaine reached one hand over and ruffed it up into haywired blond strands before breaking out into a chuckle that scrunched his nose. “Yeah. Perfect. Just the way it is. I’m curious. Why do you ask?”
Elliott didn’t say anything in response, letting Blaine’s words wash over him and enjoying the sheer CALM that came with it. He was pretty relaxed as it is, a calm guy and all, but this? He was feeling better by the MINUTE.
“I suppose…” Elliott still didn’t know how to voice his concerns properly, but as he moved to lean into Blaine, free hand resting on the others waist, it felt like it was okay that he didn’t know.
“I just…I don’t want them to feel like we’re hiding something, you know? It’s hard to do something like go on a date or…well anything really, with how nosey our friends are.” And his near nightly calls with Dani about their days.
“But I – I agree, a few days to just find out what we are would be…Well, it’d be nice.” He’d never had that opportunity before in his life, and he felt a little rude for just how much he wanted it. To shape what his relationship was like without people’s judgement. A relationship that didn’t start out as public knowledge would be perfect.
Elliott finally relaxing a bit gave Blaine the breathing room he needed to let himself relax. The last thing he wanted was for something that just happened and had endless possibilities–good possibilities–to wind up as something for either one of them to go into a panic attack over.
He’d had enough of being nervous, being torn up, being everything negative for a while now. This was a chance to feel calm, reassured, at peace. It might be greedy to ask Elliott to keep this for them only right off bat but he needed the break. The chance to breathe without feeling the suffocating drama and attention from everyone.
“Thank you,” he smiled and covered Elliott’s hand on his waist with his closest palm then let his head fall to rest on the taller man’s shoulder. A tilt of his cheek against it let him peek up at Elliott’s profile and offer him an ear to ear smile.
“They can wait and when we figure this all out, we can tell them together. I only want us to get to know each other like this first..,” he hummed with a lightly teasing lift of his brows, “And I’m letting myself be greedy for a change and keeping you and me and whatever this is the beginning of for myself to enjoy. I think we deserve that. Don’t we?”
Blaine Anderson. PLEASE tell me you aren’t the person who suggested Hamilton for this week’s glee club assignment. If I have to hear Schuester try and rap MY SHOT because of you, you can bet your ass I’ll be threatening to quit in our next meeting.
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“Artie? What’s going–
OH. Well—. I mean. I was just trying to help?? I know that we run the risk of Mister Schue playing rapper for the better part of Monday but! Then we have the rest of the week to try our hands at the best musical out there right now. I don’t know about you but I’m sort of tired of the same old same old. AND! We could pitch that YOU sing that number..? What do you say?”
[ text – blaine ] i mean, you could try, but idk if he’d actually listen. [ text – blaine ] you can watch if you wanna, but i’m also not entirely sure i’d be successful at kicking his ass at all?? i’m more bark than bite most of the time.
( mssg » jan | sent ) He better listen. He still owes me for stealing the bottle of gel he probably just used as a missile to take you down with. ( mssg » jan | sent ) I don’t have any proof he was the one who walked away with it but the next day after his last visit, I was missing my newest favorite. Suspicious. Don’t you think? This isn’t the first time he’s done it either. ( mssg » jan | sent ) You would be if I helped. I’m not above playing dirty to teach him a lesson. 🙂
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