Nick raised his eyebrows.“Okay- what are you hiding from me?” He asked. Blaine was acting very suspicious. “Oh an thanks. Now back to you.”
Blaine knew his vague attempt at the bait and switch via compliments of his hair was doomed from the start. Had to give him points for trying though? Nick was just too quick and caught on. Or, most accurately, Blaine was just a really bad liar. His mouth dropped open and a thumb shot over his shoulder at the window. “Hiding? Um..,” he drew out the sound and then attempted to form a few various words before–he caved in and his lips curved in a guilty smile. “There’s this party–I mean. Nothing big. Certainly not anything to concern yourself over. Promise.” Busted. He was so busted.. Great!
He was everything I WANTED IN A BOY, all wrapped up in soft skin and skinny jeans. I still got n e r v o u s seeing his eyes; he was always so excited to see me. I loved how he got so TOUCHY sometimes, how he’d squeeze my cheeks or lean on me. He was so much of what I wanted, but none of what I could have. He could never LIKE ME LIKE THAT, because he loved me too much, but just as a friend.
Of all the people the Doctor knew named Sebastian, one was a crab and the other was an Italian ski-jumper. This left at least a bit of ambiguity when it came to the source of the text that had reached his phone – number and area code adjusted to the locale (THAT chameleon circuit worked just fine), so it wasn’t unheard of to get a wrong text.
Still. Had to admit, tiny little town like Lima, Ohio (TARDIS had landed him here after he’d called her moody, and then she’d thrown a hissy fit when he tried to leave – whether he liked it or not, he was going to be visiting a town named for a BEAN), it was amazing someone’d managed to text the wrong number quite so quickly. Quite so INTERESTINGLY. The Doctor didn’t do domestics, but he DID do snooping. He scooped the phone up, shooting a polite smile to the waitress who had bent over his table, trying to pour him extra coffee despite the fact he hated the stuff. This was a tiny coffee shop in one of the town’s biggest shopping centres, filled to the brim with businessmen who worked the next building over and were grumpily glaring over their fine silver moustaches at the young-faced Doctor.
Honestly, he was glad for the distraction. He’d have to find a better place for cake while he waited for his ship to calm down; he was already packing up his things to leave.
( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) If it’s any consolation, I’m neither Sebastian nor your long-lost dog, Dalton. ( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) Wrong number. Sorry, I sort of hop around, might’ve taken your friend’s old one. Are you okay? ( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) Do you know where I can find a good /carrot cake/?
Waiting for the reply to come–Blaine’s knee began to bob up and down as his heel tapped against the floor. He swore if Hunter was ignoring his ‘no Sebastian’ stipulation and talking it over with his friend? The deal was off. He’d lose the number and fight every urge in himself to go back and try to fix the horrible twisting feeling in his stomach that visiting the place he loved wrenched into his gut when he saw how things had changed so severely since he left. Sebastian was to be left out of this. He was too good of a person to be involved in this Hunter guy’s Bond villain-ish scheme. Great. Now, he’d have Sam impersonating Bond in his head (Connery’s version, of course) while trying to act so self assured and make demands. He really needed to sleep more.
The ding from his phone caught his attention from his best friend’s ‘Scottish accent’ and lowbrow delivery of iconic movie lines filling up his brain. Blaine sat up stick straight in his chair to gather his posture and put on his game face (even though he was texting?) readying himself for the reply he was perfectly mapping out–wait. He typed the wrong number? Oh holy crap. Yeah–sleep was no longer an option but a necessity.
“Carrot cake,” he mouthed the words and typed in a quick reply back figuring they asked if he was okay before changing the subject to cake. He might as well fill put him in the right direction.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) I put in the wrong number. I’m very sorry to bother you. Thank you for asking but I’m okay. Dealing with a frustrating friend situation. That’s all. ( mssg » not hunter | sent ) The carrot cake at the Lima Bean is pretty great. I swear it’s addicting. The coffee’s fantastic. Much better than Starbucks.
// I think you’re just as amazing! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m so glad we met. You are the Nick to my Blaine and always will be. So much love!! Plus, we’re both Warbler trash. Can’t get any more rad than that!
The goal had been to just be tipsy, but not flat out drunk. Clearly the time that’s gone by since the last time he actually got drunk had some effect in a way. For now, Barry was a light weight. Should have seen that one coming. Well, it would certainly be a learning experience for the both of them. Barry’s leaning on the shorter, not too much, even in his muddled state he was aware they’d probably topple over if he did– given his height. He looked so proud at the comment, and that Blaine agreed with him; “I am super creative, well,” he said the rest in a hush tone, which really wasn’t all that quiet. “That’s not all of me that’s is super–” he handed the drink over to Blaine for him to try, while leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek. “Yup, lots of fun!” an idea popped into his head, so to speak. He nudged the other, with that big grin still on his face, “I should get more shots!” He was giddy, happy, energetic, and someone needed to stop this boy before he ends up tripping over his own feet, and breaking something. Probably himself. Or poor unsuspecting furniture.
Oh my god. This was so adorable that Blaine could feel himself getting a cavity from the sweetness of watching his boyfriend get increasingly excited, happy and goofily drunk. His eyes flared wide at Barry’s afterthought and he had to palm a laugh to keep from outright bursting into a fit of it. Blaine made sure to take an extra long taste of the drink. Draining nearly half of it to slow Barry down. But he had to be careful. The taller of the pair wasn’t the only lightweight out of the bunch. Yeah–he’d grown up some. It took more than one beer to get him drunk like it did when he was a teenager. He still had his limits a lot sooner than most. Blinking as Barry about darted off after the peck to his cheek–Blaine caught him by the elbow gently and nudged him towards the dancefloor instead. “How about you and I have a dance or two first? You can even step on my toes and I won’t hold it against you this time. Then we’ll stop by the bar again.” For water but–hey–he’d get to that later. After he got a few dances out of his super everything boyfriend. “Come on. You can show me your moves and I might even toss a kiss or ten your way for your troubles,” he bribed with a grin and wiggle of his brows.
Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are.
blaine kept stuttering. blushing. avoiding his eyes. in a way that looked nothing like the bashful way he’d done it before. he looked uncomfortable, maybe angry, or even hurt. sebastian felt his stomach drop to his knees, making them buckle. had he? did he? he reached out a hand, but pulled it back when blaine seemed to back away from him. sebastian swallowed down thickly. he opened his mouth to ask, even began the rough words,
❛❛did i—?’ but his voice wouldn’t come out. did i hurt you? his face voided as his eyes stared, wide and dark, pupils blown with concern because blaine looked as though he might be sick if sebastian got too close.
or was it that blaine KNEW? had he…. had he seen, him? and now he didn’t know how to bring it up? sebastian felt humiliation brew up inside him, coiling painfully behind his tensed abs, though he kept his face still. he didn’t know WHAT to think, and it was exasperating when he was used to always know what was going inside the other’s head, from day one. he resisted the urge to take a step back. his fists clenched before he brought them around, crossing his arms tightly. he didn’t want to look WEAK, and he tried to make his shoulders stand proudly as ever, with the same attitude with which he would have crossed his arms back when they were teens. but it was hard to, a lot more than he remembered, specially when his eyes kept hovering over blaine’s face, searching feverishly for some kind of answer. ‘just tell me, killer.’ he cut in, patience growing thin with blaine’s increasingly pathetic excuses. whatever it was, sebastian would FIX it. he’d try. he had nearly but blinded blaine once, what could be worse than that?
suddenly he felt a new wave of nausea. you were a mess. had he said something? but blaine had heard that from him, before, right? that wasn’t the first time sebastian would have drunkenly declared something to him. sure. he had made a promise. but blaine and him barely saw each other as it was nowadays, and he’d been out of his mind enough not to remember it the next day. surely he deserved some slack? it wasn’t like he’d intentionally disrespected blaine’s great love, or something. he bit his lips inside his mouth, before releasing them, and forcing his arms to unwind, rolling one shoulder, instead.
the answer made him stop. he stared at blaine, or rather, through blaine, as his eyes blanked and his mouth slackened. he’d kissed him. his lips tingled again like they’d been doing all morning, and then he GOT IT. for a moment there was relief. that was a lot better than any of the options he’d been considering. but then he looked up at blaine as he spoke again and his eyebrows pressed. he stared at him, but no matter for how long he did, he just couldn’t remember it. he breathed in. he knew it was stupid to ask, it was incredibly stupid, and even if the answer was something else, he also knew how probable it was that blaine would say NO, either way. and yet…
‘did you kiss me back?’ his heart skipped a beat. it was ridiculously corny to say so, but it did just as his whole body tightened. he looked at blaine and there was a plea in his green eyes. an open, unguarded for once, request, for the TRUTH. just that. nothing else blaine’s altruist brain might think would sound better.
Seeing Sebastian tensing as he waited for him to blurt out the answer the other so desperately wanted to hear–Blaine took a step back after he said it. Maybe he was overreacting in his hesitation to blurt it out. Maybe he was making the proverbial mountain out of a molehill. But the kiss wasn’t something so trivial to him as to brush it off. Because the kiss just happened to be from Sebastian. Who Blaine knew wouldn’t want to shirk off remembering that the two of them finally did that Sebastian was never quite able to hide his want for. Even in his best behavior times where he thought he was. There was always a longing in Sebastian’s eyes that Blaine could feel down to his very core. Hidden or not. And it always tugged on his heartstrings each time he turned away. The worst worry was something ingrained in him for a very long time. –Please don’t think I took advantage of you. I didn’t. I promise.–
Sebastian staring at him the way he was? Blaine almost thought he did and was ready to gush out whatever apology and denial of the fact before he was quickly escorted towards the door if that would happen. So often he could read Sebastian down to a ‘T’ but this was uncharted territory and he hated not being able to when he needed it most. “I didn’t take–,” he began to mumble. Under his breath at first like he had to test the waters of his explanation before dishing it out. The question cut his voice to silence and he bit his lip, eyes so hesitant as he read over Sebastian’s pleading stare. His heart leapt to his throat. Why was he so tense? Why was he begging him so hard?
His breathing turned shallow and he tucked his chin towards his collar–reading it all wrong and mucking things up in a way that was wholly his version of doing so. “Y-Yes,” the truth came out in a small and fractured, guilty whisper. “I kissed you back. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have. You were drunk and I wasn’t. I knew what you were going to do. It was obvious it was about to happen and I..” A flashed sardonic smile of utter frustration bared clenched together teeth as his hand wrenched from the counter and rubbed the back of his neck.
He finally looked away, towards the counter and the window past the sink with an exasperated sigh. “I let it happen.” There. Sebastian had the truth. Not some story to soften the blow. Blaine couldn’t resist him with that stare. Much to the other’s disbelief–Sebastian had settled himself into more than one of Blaine’s weak spots over the years and he’d just struck the biggest one with the way he plead for the truth, the tone of his voice and that. damn. stare.
never imagine your favorite male character becoming a dad
don’t picture him seeing the baby for the first time
refrain from thinking about how he worries and frets over his significant other during labor
abstain from notions of him realizing that he helped make this tiny squishy potato-person and holy shit how cool is that
and above all, eschew ideas about him holding his new child and excitedly whispering “i have a son/daughter” over and over again between giggles as the dorkiest grin spreads across his face
Blaine couldn’t keep his mind focused on a single line of thought if it was going to save his life. Coming to the Lima Bean alone was a brilliant idea to tune out glee club and the mess at Dalton so he could get some homework done. Two coffees in and he still wasn’t feeling it. His pen hit the page of his open textbook and rolled into the center crease. A frustrated grunt and he closed the cover shutting the pen inside. His hand–now pen free–was absentmindedly drawn to the pocket of his sweater without something to occupy it.
Inside was the fraying edges of the reason why he couldn’t get more than a paragraph of anything read before his mind wandered home to Dalton. A business card that’d been slipped inside his pocket without him noticing. Sebastian must have done it during his unceremonious and rather surprising tug into a one arm hug after walking him to his car. Blaine didn’t notice it was there until he was getting ready for bed the same night two nights ago. His reminder (like he needed on) of him. Hunter Clarington and his ultimatums, his place at the head of the Warbler council and what in the hell was he turning them into that they’d agree to any of this? “Fine. Whatever,” he mumbled to himself and typed in the wrong number firing off a text message that was three days coming and he finally couldn’t hold in anymore.
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) As you can see? I’m breaking the promise I made to myself of not contacting you. You’re wrong about a lot of things. But one thing you’re right about is what Dalton means to me and always will. We need to talk. ( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Theatricality aside, please? You and me. Keep Sebastian out of this.
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