Puck shrugged. “I mean, going to a party and not drinking is kinda boring. At least for me it would be. Then again, I like being the life of the party.” Drinking had always helped him deal with any pain he was feeling. It would magically disappear (for a bit) once he had a sip of alcohol. “Stick around us for too long and your name will definitely appear in the who’s with who pool. It’s bound to happen, dude. Though, once ya get used to the water, it ain’t too bad.” He chuckled, more to himself than to Blaine. “I’ve been in the deep end for years and I haven’t drowned yet.”
“Wow. That’s a great pitch. However? I think I better put a plug in the alcohol bottle when it swings in my direction. We’ve had what? Three parties with drinking involved. Two after we swore we were all on the wagon,” the light in his eyes and the lopsided smirk he tossed at Puck said Blaine was half-drunk joking around. Things were back to being easy between them. No more awkward skirts around what happened. Just. Talking. And picking on Puck was actually pretty fun. Why stop? Oh! And he DID–technically–have a point to make! “A promise, mind you, that Isomehow got pulled into that one even though I don’t go to McKinley and the one that made me promise it doesn’t either. Totally unfair. ANYWAY. Two out of those three times? I’ve ended up dipping my toes said pool and I think it’s time to stop before I end up in the deep end. I’ve heard the stories. They’re as confusing as the chain that links them all. No offense. But how do you guys get any practice done without someone wanting to drown someone because they’re making out with the person you made out with two days ago?”
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt? Wait? This is you pre-drunk? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Are you sure you need more right now? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Please, can we talk? I don’t think I can just “Please disregard” that..
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Skylar didn’t mind the councilmen and he often found himself conversing with them on different song ideas and how to get the ball rolling to get the creative ideas flowing out of the other Warblers. However, he always felt as if they were pushing themselves and trying to go over the top with everything they did. Even with something as simple as a discussion the names of animals came up when trying to decide if a girl was able to join the Warblers. Trying to prove his point by forcing it upon the rest of the Warblers, it was never a tactic that worked, especially when you bring up squirrel Warblers. Yet even after they all felt guilt and shame, somehow they drifted further apart. The Warblers still a house divided that if not brought together would fall. Skylar was hoping that with this plan they could fix the brotherhood, they had come too far to let it go now.
Skylar knitted his eyebrows together as Blaine continued talking, taking note that he waved off mid sentence. He felt as if he should question it, push it a little further to ensure that everything was okay with their coach. He never understood why he had come back to Dalton in the first place, many students talking about the time he had proposed on the staircase with several different show choirs, how he had gotten into one of the top preforming arts schools in the country. Yet here he was, the Dalton legend himself, back coaching the Warblers. Skylar wanted to know, wanted to help and make sure that he was okay, but he also knew that it was overstepping his boundaries. ‘Maybe another time’ he thought to himself. Nodding at the offer, Skylar quickly agreed. “I can get in contact with them when we are fully ready. As far as I know they are not particularly busy tonight. Coffee sounds great right about now.”
“Great! Let’s get the mechanics down and we’ll call a meeting,” Blaine smiled as he stood and walked to the coat rack near his office door. A plaid jacket was on his shoulders with a shift of limbs and he made sure the collar was in place with a smoothing of his hands before stuffing them in his pockets loosely. A turn of a shoulder and nod of his head in the direction of the door urged Skylar to go first. “I just want to let you know that this isn’t the first time the Warblers or any choir–really–went through some rough times. I mean–once when I was the lead soloist? The mere suggestion I thought we were going to lose at Regionals turned everyone from being willing to turn over the entire song list to me into an explosion of chaos until I got them calmed down enough to hear me out and make a point.”
The wistful smile that began his point faltered but the pinching together of his eyebrows and the deep breath it took him to press on was aimed at the floor and hopefully unnoticed or ignored. It was the first time he let himself think back to that day in what felt like forever. When it used to be one of many memories he toyed with on a whim to get through a boring lesson or too much traffic. His stomach sank but less than a second later–he hoisted it back up and was smiling over at Skylar as he took the lead towards Dalton’s cafe. “What I am saying is? The Warblers are brothers before anything else. Brothers fight. God, do they. They disagree. And go through horrible times.” A nudge of his elbow against Skylar’s stressed his point. “But they’ll always come back together in the end because that bond is too important to break. Okay? We’ll get them through this. Whatever it takes. What’s the most important thing about Dalton and them to you? If you don’t mind me asking?”
Jeff had been mid chorus when he heard the voice and he felt his face heat up before his ass hit the ground “OH HOLY FUCK” the words were loud and over the music could probably be heard by the next room over. He hoped to hell that Blaine had vanished he didn’t need this getting out to the other Warblers that Jeff had lost his cool and got scared at someone talking to him while he was in the shower.
He sat there for a moment under the hot water and tried to collect himself it was nothing embarrassing right. Blaine, the cute roommate guy whose new to the school happens to come home early to campus from the holidays, and call out that he was back and that his voice was A Plus worthy. He worried his lip and furrowed his brows in a way that Nicky would say made steam come out of his ears. He tried to not over think it, but his brain was working a mile a minute at everything that wasn’t what it really was, because it wasn’t anything Jeff knew this.
Blaine slapped a hand over his mouth as he heard Jeff go down with a smack of bare skin against the tiles and a scream. Wide eyes stared at the empty room ahead. Nothing short of a miracle kept Blaine where he was frozen in time rather than going with his gut instinct and dashing in to help the other boy. That would’ve added a whole new layer of awkward to this entire embarrassing situation. “I’m so sorry,” came out as a muffled blend of the words into Blaine’s palm. Snapping it away–he repeated the words louder this time and took a few steps backwards away from the doorframe.
“I’ll–uh–grab my things and–,” Blaine’s limbs finally remembered how to move better than the few jerky steps that created some distance between him and the bathroom wall. “You can meet me downstairs–I mean–if you want. The few of us that were here early decided to throw a small New Years celebration! You can join us? I’m–sorry again. I’m really sorry!” The longer he spoke–the higher and more rushed his voice got. Barely letting Jeff have a minute to answer–Blaine grabbed his iPod off his desk and stuffed it in his pocket eyeing the door over his shoulder like it was a living, breathing thing ready to bite him in the rear end should he take his sweet time getting the heck out of Dodge.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I was just wanting to know if there was anything that I can do to help. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) If you need someone to hold the punching bag, I’m down.
( mssg » finn | sent ) I don’t know what to ask for. I’ve just never felt this lost before. ( mssg » finn | sent ) Thanks for the offer. One second I feel like beating the hell out of one. The next, I’ve never imagined how heavy my hands and the rest of me could feel. ( mssg » finn | sent ) Can we just go out for coffee? I’ll buy you any soda you want. Is an apology soda a thing? If not, I owe you one and I’m making it a thing now.
Once the words are out, they’re out. No take-backs. All he can do is HOPE that Blaine takes it well and man, Blaine doesn’t disappoint. It’s like his offer came with its own gravitational pull, drawing the guy in until their foreheads are touching; their lips. Can barely even be considered a kiss and Sam’s heart is POUNDING; tries not to take over, tries to let Blaine call the shots, but he’s so busy thinking about pushing into the kiss and making it real that he almost doesn’t realise Blaine’s talking into his mouth.
Are you sure? A valid question, but he thinks he’s made himself pretty clear. Hasn’t wavered, hasn’t hesitated. The invitation came out easy as breathing in the end, all confident and certain. Even if he did have doubts, Blaine’s reaction would’ve sealed the deal. Practically shaking, breathing like he’s only just learning HOW TO — blows Sam’s mind that someone could want him that much, that they haven’t even done anything yet and Blaine’s already acting like he’s overwhelmed with NEED.
“Wouldn’t’ve said it if I wasn’t sure.”
He presses his lips against Blaine’s more firmly now, and this — this is a kiss. Chaste, simple, but not a slight catch of the corners, not just hovering against each other. A kiss. He’s kissing his best friend and Blaine’s hands are keeping him close and he doesn’t have a single regret. Legs are like a wall between them though, a BARRIER keeping Blaine at a distance, and that needs to be remedied.
So he spreads them, plants his feet on either side of Blaine and lets his knees fall sideways, creates a space and opens himself up like an OFFERING. Brings a hand up to cup Blaine’s jaw, to pull him in, and as he tilts his head to kiss him better, he thinks: how could anyone not be sure about this?
Their lips meet and seal words that his entire soul was hinging on. And, oh, the way Sam’s mouth tasted as he dared to run the tip of his tongue between the other’s lips was beyond any words. A flavor he’d been starving for without ever truly thinking that his hunger would be indulged. So long he’d been tossing and turning at night, aching for the chance to sample it just once. Always going to bed, frustratedly panting to catch his breath after sinking into some fantasy to get him by.
Always alone and whimpering his friend’s name into the pillow bit between his tet=eth to muffle his cries. Even in an empty house, making the noises he made while thinking about SAM felt sinful, beyond any lines of the friendzone he’d been put in that he felt he needed to hide them just to be able to look Sam in the eye the next morning. Until..this.
“Sam.. You’re…” Beautiful.
Blaine moved with him, his chest sinking as he watched in awe as Sam opened his legs up for him to fit between. A rock in one’s throat should never feel as good as this one did as he swallowed it down and followed the movements. Rocking up onto his knees, one hand feathered through the top of Sam’s hair to slide his fingers into the back spilling yellow and gold between olive lengths.
Closer and closer–his free hand braced the cap of Sam’s right knee. Holding on and keeping Sam perfectly in place in the process. A deeper taste and Blaine let go a moan that wasn’t suffocated against a pillowcase as he pressed the weight of his body, chest to chest, against Sam’s. A smile broke their lips apart so Blaine could trail his up to the shell of the blond’s ear. “Lay back for me, Sam.” His feathery touch drifted along the inside of Sam’s leg, down and down but not quite thereyet. Fingertips pressed gently against his best friend’s scalp, teeth grazed along a delicate earlobe. “Please?” He’d worship him if Sam allowed it. Savor every texture, every breath, every taste or sound he could get out. All Sam had to do was let him.
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