He wasn’t going to lie to himself, if something did happen, if they did go– somewhere together. Barry wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. At all. The other was rather adorable, personality wise, and as he eyes lingered over him again. Well… he was indeed rather curious what was under those clothes. But! While these were rather pleasant thoughts, it didn’t have to come to that, not unless both parties wanted it of course. The speedster was fine with talking, and drinking– even though the latter does nothing for him. It seemed to be helping to put both of them at ease, which was a good thing. No need to be a rambling mess if it could be avoided in his opinion. Although, he’s been told that he was kinda cute when he did that sometimes. Whatever. “Guess we’re both doing things that are a little out of habits for us, but I mean that can make life a bit more fun, right?” With his smile still in place, shoulders less tense, and he seemed more confident when compared to earlier. “I don’t know, I think this might be more exciting than the average dating app– which I don’t use by the way,my friend tried to get me into it. I kinda kept forgetting or it just didn’t catch my interest,” he shrugged nonchalantly. He was being honest at least. Barry swiftly finished his drink, and called for another. It might not do anything for him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the taste. “I haven’t been to a bar in a while, much less one with dancing,” he found himself admitting as he took a sip. “Do you— want to go dance?” Or they could just sit there, and talk– that was fine too.
“I guess we are. You’re right,” Blaine gave Barry a warm smile as he loosened up. Even if the only reason was due to the warmth in his belly from the liquor in his glass? He’d take it. Though, the more the two of them actually spoke to one another–face to face–alcohol certainly wasn’t the only reason. Barry was a nice guy (so far) and rather gentle on the eyes. And having someone who was just as nervous out of the gate might’ve been the proper mix to cancel each other’s anxiousness out. “Doing things out of habit can certainly make life more FUN. I just haven’t stepped outside my comfort zone in a long time. I guess when I do,” he sucked in a breath and shook his head with a breathy huff, “I end up shooting a stranger a random text and here we are. Maybe I should have done it sooner?” Hearing Barry correct himself about dating apps in the way he made sure to let Barry know that hunting down guy’s numbers in bathrooms wasn’t his M.O. for pick ups made Blaine flush and laugh. A wave of his hand chased the idea away. “You know? I wouldn’t judge you if you did. They are convenient and who knows who you might encounter? I tried it a couple times. Wasn’t my thing. To each his own, I guess?” He preferred meeting people the old fashioned way. Doesn’t mean everyone did. Though his old fashioned way usually only worked if you let yourself have a social life. Something he was very out of the habit of but that was his own doing. And look! How can you get more social than this? The invitation to dance had Blaine off his stool before he voiced an answer. His heart suddenly bursting to life and his eyes bright. “Yeah! I’d love to. It’s been forever since I’ve danced. Come on,” Barry was offered an olive toned hand, “I’m begging forgiveness for any rusty Tinman moves in advance though. Try not to cringe until the cobwebs are gone, huh?”
( mssg » duran | sent ) Are you serious? ( mssg » duran | sent ) Rhetorical question. I know you’re serious. ( mssg » duran | sent ) It’d be hard to top the penis shaped Christmas tree. I think that might do the job. You’re going to get yourself expelled. ( mssg » duran | sent ) I was. Sort of? This is worth being woken up for. 🙂
his fingers tapped on the camera in his hands as he smiled at the flustered boy in front of him. “i’m philip. and you’re welcome. we can take the pictures whenever you’re free. i have until the end of the month to complete the project.”
Hazel eyes glanced down at Philip’s tapping fingers. Blaine couldn’t help noticing the equipment and gave it a curious eye. “Pleasure to meet you, Philip. Nice camera, by the way.” Meeting the other boy’s gaze with a polite smile and a light shrug. “I’m usually free most nights after say eight o’clock. Or between classes and practice if you want to do it during the day? From around two thirty to four? Whatever works best? I’ll make the time.”
( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) I know this is going to sound weird. Because it sort of is..but.. ( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) A friend of mine thought we would get along well together and gave me your number and a picture. It took me over a week to have the nerve to do this. ( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) Curiosity got the best of me as to what he was thinking and this is me caving in. ( mssg » unknown/enzo | sent ) Hello, I’m Blaine and if this is creepy in anyway, I can totally disappear and we can forget it happened.
✨ I think your portrayal is on point, but it also intimidates me
// Awww! First? As someone who is overly judgy of their own writing and adores Blaine to no end, hearing something like you enjoy my portrayal of him means the world to me. So thank you from the bottom of my heart. Second? Please, please never be intimidated by me or my writing. I understand that I can come off that way sometimes but it’s totally unintentional. I’m here to enjoy myself and have partners who enjoy writing with or just hanging out with me. Your Kurt is amazing. And so are you. I love what you do with one of my most favorite characters ever and your writing is impeccable. Whether it’s one paragraph or one hundred, I enjoy whatever time I get to spend with you and that ain’t no lip service either!
// Oh gosh, honey! The feeling is 100% mutual! It’s so nice to see you in my inbox and on my dash again! We should continue where we left off someday, yeah? You are so precious and your Kelsey is just adorable!! Thank you!
–3am, Blaine! Most normal people are asleep at this hour!–
“Oh, God. I’m sorry,” he cringed inwardly as the sleepy man who appeared in the doorway. But–apparently–the apartment above mine ended up getting flooded by a water heater explosion..or whatever. But.. It’s been leaking through the ceiling and it looks like it’s heading towards you..” Great way to meet your neighbor? Wake him up at an ungodly hour with the news he might end up with an unwanted waterfall coming out of his ceiling? Perfect.
He’s not surprised at all that the first thing he’s asked is about that phone call. Wasn’t the best way to bring it up, he supposed, but better than blind-sighting the guy is what Barry had been going for. He takes the seat offered to him and nods, taps his fingers on the counter a few times before realizing how annoying that would get and folding his arms on the bar instead.
“Yeah, yeah that was.. Probably the weirdest way I could have started- um.. Here’s the thing? I was a complete dickhead in high school. And I lied, a lot uh.. My name’s not Sebastian. It’s Barry Allen.” he pauses, casting a cautious glance to his old friend. “I was staying with my foster dad’s relatives because I was getting attitude problems and being bullied pretty bad and they offered to send me to Dalton and then when I got there I didn’t want to be me and I was trying to joke about who I was but then the guys I met believed me and I realized I liked Sebastian way more than Barry and everyone else did too, so… I just kept piling it on. And I was so angry all the time- god it was just– I made my own life really hard and was doing bad things because I felt bad which is never okay so– I just wanted to explain all of that so maybe you don’t think I’m completely wasting your time.”
Golden hazel eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Blaine wasn’t far enough into his drink to have his common sense dampened in any way. Sebastian Smythe was nervous? That was new. From what Blaine remembered–Sebastian was always anything but nervous. Except the few times he caught that facade slipping when they were in highschool and it boggled Blaine’s mind to watch the normally oh-so-confident boy’s demeanor break when he did the dumbest things. Like getting visibly caught up in the things Sebastian was saying to him. Or the way he made him feel like he was the only person on the planet that couldn’t formulate a sentence right and Sebastian ate up every twitch and blush and gasp for air until–well Sebastian did it a few times back before righting his posture and plastering on that charming grin. Then tossed something so far off the wall at him Blaine ended up without a chance to question what he just saw.
Turns out? The only thing in the span on a few sentences wasn’t about to change was that power.. Right as Blaine was about to ask what was going on–Barry hit him with.. “I.. What,” dark eyebrows pushed together and he did a sort of double take with a disbelieving grin that said Blaine was waiting for some punchline. And it wasn’t going to come. Was it? Nope. He listened further–gaze locked dead on Seb–Barry’s. “You.. How? You’re not kidding me. Are you? This is real. You’re really telling me..,” he palmed his mouth because it wasn’t working. “You really did that? Sebastian..wasn’t real?”
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