Sebastian breathed again when Blaine looked up at him. For a moment he thought Blaine would let their song fall flat, would let their steps echo and leave Sebastian hanging and their music would fade and he wouldn’t know what to do next. Blaine laughed instead. It wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as what Sebastian was used to get from him (specially when HE provoked it), but it was good enough, and his own lips twitched mischievously as they shared that look that said Blaine knew exactly what Sebastian meant and how much. “You’d only say it was me out of prince charming habits, Blainers,” the bashful schoolboy routine “and that’s no good manners, really.” He pointed out, crossing his arms and smirking. “And who says I’ll have an older pick up line routine? Once I’m fifty I’ll just aim the same old, gold, me at the seventy year olds, and go from there.” He winked. “Hey, by then, they’ll probably have a solution for every aging sexual issue a gay man could possibly dream of.”
He tilted his head, watching him on the couch and how he ran his fingers over the blanket. For a moment, his head zoned out as he imagined how those fingers would feel smoothing his skin out. The thank you snaps him back and he nods with a light shrug. “What are almost ex booty calls, frenemies, for?” He smiled, softly this time, to show it was all fine. “No worries, killer.” He murmured, then, something about Blaine’s vulnerability kept him stuck in place, afraid to get in close, to actually sit down by his side at first, and he decided to move and set up the movie so he had something to fill his hands with other than himself, and the thought of Blaine’s mochaccino skin.
“Good thing we don’t disagree on that, otherwise I might need to kick you out. It’d be a shame, all that food…” He said, cheerfully as he set the first Captain America in and finally approached the couch if a bit awkwardly. He nodded then, pinching his nose and he was about to sit down when Blaine mentioned tea and he stopped. Right. Shit. He wasn’t sure he knows how to do that. But he could try. He chuckled surprised at the topic as he stopped half motioning outside. He smiled,, his special, crinkled nose, dimpled, Blaine, smile. “Don’t think you have, babe.” He grinned. “Though I’ve been made aware that I have fantastic legs.” He winked. “Alright.” He motioned the remote towards him, before throwing it for him, though admittedly, with some care, and far away from his face. “Set up. I’ll be right back.”
He took his time in the kitchen. First trying to find the tea bags, then where the pans were, only to decide he didn’t really know how to work the stove and it was better to just microwave it. Then he grabbed a cup for it, heated the water, and when he took the bag in hands he stared for a moment, then took a pair of scissors and cut it open, dumping the herbs on the water. He watched as they floated in the plastic cup and frowned, the water seemed to go brown but he wasn’t sure that was right. he mixed it with a spoon but he didn’t remember it looking like that when he ordered it at hotels. Also the water looked too light but he was afraid to dump another bag and screw it up. He grabbed it, along with a pot of cubed sugar and walked back to the living room.
“… Don’t know if this is what you meant… But if you want a shot with that…” he put the cup and sugar in front of Blaine on the coffee table a little awkwardly, and sat down besides him, settling in, and smiling some. “All good?”
Left alone while Sebastian went to make his tea, Blaine bit against the insides of his lips as he stared at and through the television at the same time. His brain filled with about half a dozen excuses on why he should leave and he was so tempted to grab one and run with it. Sudden call from home. Forgotten homework. It was getting late and he needed to go. None of which were remotely close to believable but he wasn’t ever the greatest liar anyway. Who knows, though? With all the undercurrents of doubt and pensiveness that were threatening to drown them both if this lasted much longer? Sebastian might thank him for being the one to come up with a means to put an end to this because Sebastian would never tell him to leave. As of a few hours ago? Blaine had his fill on being where he wasn’t wanted to last him a lifetime.
Or was he making how negative this was up in his head? An aftermath of what happened. His nerves were so frayed that he might read too much into anything that was the slightest bit of hesitation on Sebastian’s part. Of course he was uncomfortable. There were no secrets on how much Kurt and Sebastian disliked one another. Though one side always seemed a little heavier than the other because of how Kurt was wired. But Blaine never faulted him for that. Only cringed inside when he felt like he had to defend himself or Sebastian. Until there were reasons enough for Kurt not to worry as much. Blaine could see how it would be awkward. Giving him advice about Kurt. Being here for him when he was broken hearted over the other had to make him awkward. He wasn’t naive enough to think their conversation earlier was just a-okay fine. So? Maybe that was what was truly wrong? Who knew?
His head was spinning by the time he went against what would bring this all to an abrupt end. But he decided to stay. A truckload of food was on the way. Sebastian was making him tea. Leaving now would be a slap in the face to everything Sebastian did for him. But it still felt so off.
“Hey. Welcome back.” Nothing less than a grateful smile was waiting for Sebastian when he entered the room. Regardless of his thoughts running rampant when he was left alone, Blaine made sure that any seeds of doubt that might be left behind were gone by the time his host returned. Careful hands took the mug in their grip and he sighed in gratitude when Sebastian finally sat beside him. “I appreciate it. All good.” Thank God he went for the sugar and was about to dump a spoonful in when he noticed something just wasn’t quite right..
It wasn’t the way the tea bag was made that no string hung on the side of the cup. Because there was no bag inside. Period. Only floating leaves in tea stained water.. Slamming his lips together didn’t hold in the chuckle that started first with a shaking of his shoulders. Then his eyes scrunched together and his cheeks tinted pink. Screwed up tea might’ve been exactly what he needed to move past nerves and tears and the mess of emotions he was in and outright laugh instead. “Sebastian…? Did you? Was this? Did you empty a bag in the water? Or was this loose leaf? I just..wow. You’re..” Adorable barely covered it. Sebastian. Bless your heart. You just ascended a whole new level of kitchen helplessness in his eyes.
FAMOUS LAST WORDS. At least when he was in this good of a mood; plus it being Blaine didn’t hurt either. Another LATE NIGHT conversation turned into a teasing ridiculous that had him laughing out clouds of smoke, coughing and shoving against Blaine with an impossible to hold grin that felt like a friendly shut the fuck up for the past two hours; if only so the seer in his throat and the ache in his lungs would stop because he kept being made to laugh unexpectedly. Blaine knew about far too much but he’d secretly collected it all through moments like this, spent under the stars, in his bed literally just talking, on the L, lost in a tangle throughout the city doing WHATEVER IT WAS they did. Which changed an awful lot, but he liked it.
WELL. IF BLAINE DARED HIM. “Sorry, Anderson.” Lip managed out, slipping down the windshield of a random car he’d deemed worthy to lay on for the past two hours. His feet met the hood and he stood up, turning back to look at him while his hands found the bottom of his shirt. RUTHLESSLY tugging it up over his head. It was at that point he whipped it over to Blaine in the flick of his arm, collectively covering his face for a second until it was tugged off. And by that point, Lip’s pants were already unbuckled and pooling around his shoes… Which he didn’t think through because … He was stepping out of his shoes and pants, nothing more than his socks and boxers, though they’d be slipped off momentarily. “Thing about that is, uh, kinda dare you to too.” Live a little, he egged; full well knowing that Blaine didn’t get up to much mischief stuck in Ohio. All said as he was stepping on the toes of his socks, pulling those off too because where he was going, he didn’t need socks.
“Last one back here gets’ta take my shift at Patsy’s tomorrow.” Oh he was fighting dirty, especially now that Sierra was icing him out for GHOSTING. Even though he’d just been busy. “How you feel about bein’ a dish rat?” If he didn’t feel good about it, he better get fucking moving because shamelessly, his boxers dropped and the stupid smirk on his face had cemented the wager. There was no room for an argument while he turned and jumped off the car and onto the sidewalk beneath the shadows of the trees. “You ever washed a dish in your life?” A teasing taunt to ensure he wasn’t in this alone. “Better hurry up unless you wanna bail me out.” But that was yelled over his shoulder as he was sprinting through the trees, Buckingham Fountain his targeted destination, though he was a ways off, which gave Blaine time to have a chance but only if he hurried the fuck up.
What, did Blaine really think streaking and a four am swim was out of the realm of possibility?
Oh! Oh no! Oh wait! This was bad! This was so bad! Like! Get them ARRESTED bad! A trend that hanging out with Lip seemed to be begging for it to happen at least once. And if his father back in Westerville (or wherever he was currently staying on business) got the ‘Your son needs bail money’ call in the wee hours of the morning? There would never be a moment in Blaine’s life where his achievements would erase that from happening. Never. Like. NEVER. What was he thinking when he blurted out something like that? Of course Lip would rise (or drop trou as it were) to the occasion! Careful what you wish for. Careful what you dare someone who lives life so fearlessly that it constantly walks the line of freedom in ways Blaine could never imagine were so attainable if you let go and what had to be some form of an undiagnosed psychosis of not giving a damn that was both admirable and terrifying.
“I didn’t mean! You can stop! You can TOTALLY stop!” Blaine slammed his hand over his mouth like he could wipe away the words he blurted out and make this all stop. His head bobbed with Lip’s movements as he started toeing off his shoes. The dare thrown back at him was about as expected (thus the supreme OH NO moment) as the pending sunrise but it still made Blaine’s hand rip from his mouth and wave around in the air like he could bat away the words with a swat or two of his hands. “I…!” The fountain felt like a way too close pool of cold damnation waiting for him to take a dive. There went Lip’s socks and the dare that was also a challenge for him to rise up, put his money where his mouth was and LIVE some hit him like a ton of bricks.
So did the threat that he’d have to work Lip’s shift tomorrow. There was no fuel that could fire his inner passion to suddenly strip down to his boxers in the middle of the night than the threat of slaving over a sink for an entire day. No one had ever seen Blaine Anderson strip down to next to nothing as fast as he did just then. His sweater went over his head, his undershirt hit the bench on the sidewalk not three feet from the car he tossed it at and fell off. No time to jump down and pick! Not when his belt was jingling as he unfastened it and his tight fitting chinos were tanked down toned legs and kicked off with his Sperry’s so bare feet were. His eyes briefly flared wide when Lip lost the boxers, too. He was, seriously, going for broke.
Bare ass shining in the moonlight–there went Lip Gallagher in all his glory..
With Blaine gaining speed–no pants, no boxers, nothing but his birthday suit and a hell of a fast pair of legs darting across the grassy patch in hopes of bypassing Lip out of sheer shock value as a cheat if he had to.
( sms : blaine ) I’m sure many at Dalton would beg to differ. ( sms : blaine ) Especially considering I did kind of make things pretty obvious. ( sms : blaine ) May you have hopefully learned your lesson. ( sms : blaine ) Maybe we could pay a little visit to Between The Sheets together after the wedding.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I caught on. Eventually. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I did. I promise. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
Once I caught on, I hope I made up for all your patience and frustration at least a little bit? I promise I’ll keep trying. ( mssg » kurt |unsent ) If you let me. Please let me. Please?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’d love to. I’m sure your input is just the thing I need to make a choice.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Finally. Or I’m going to drive Sam nuts.
Blaine’s heart felt like it might crumble to dust as he watched Hunter getting ready to leave. His body was too tired, too melted into the sheets to barely move an inch and yet Hunter had the strength to get out of bed, gather his things together and begin to get dressed. They couldn’t be any more different in their positions. For the most of the night their opposites were what made them whole. Made them move together in ways that were perfectly suited to one another. But now? In the aftermath? Blaine tilted his head against the pillow and grabbed a fistful of the sheet and blanket that were pooled near his waist and tugged it up his chest halfway before he whispered the plea that had been going through his mind faster and faster the closer Hunter became to being finished. The closer he came to walking out the door.
“Could you stay with me – just until i fall asleep?” The question that could change everything. Bring them to a level that, in spite of so many they’d reached that were beyond intimate and beyond any words that you could put to such a thing, they’d never dared trespass. Blaine needed to. Needed him to stay. Plenty of times before, he needed that closeness and comfort to last throughout the night. Never once did he have the nerve to voice it. Tonight. He had. And now he cringed waiting for Hunter to explain to him why that couldn’t happen. Why he was being foolish to think it could. To think Hunter might want him beyond what they were when what they were was beyond anything Blaine could ever do without. When he looked at it. Maybe he wanted Hunter to need him as much as he needed him. For that closeness to be so important that walking away would feel like walking on glass.
He had an careful repeat of his plea with reasoning behind it on the tip of his tongue. Hunter’s initial reply made him dread that his worst fear was about to happen. But then the bed was sagging and Hunter was climbing up over him, their eyes met and Hunter’s were soft. That softness was what made Blaine belong to Him more than anything else. “All day? With you,” he grinned and hummed just as playfully, “Anyone who said that about you doesn’t know how to handle you. That’s all. I’ll cook us breakfast. Lunch. I’ll…give you more than a little fun.” His cheeks flushed with the promise. Then his demeanor turned more gentle, more serious as he caught the real meaning behind Hunter’s questions and reached one hand up to cup his cheek and pull him back for another kiss, smiling at his favorite name right before their lips met. “Yes. I’m very certain that is what I want. If you’ll give it to me. I promise. I’d never want you to leave again.” Another caress that swept into the hair above Hunter’s ear. “Please..stay?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) okay whoa hwoa whao whao whao hold on ( mssg » blaine | sent ) like is this a random sickness ( mssg » blaine | sent ) or is it a like, you had shellfish kinda sickness? every single time dad orders it he gets sick altho i really dont know what the difference between shellfish and shrimp and stuff is ( mssg » blaine | sent ) or is this a “i think i got possessed from that ouija board” kinda projectile vomiting? i really hope not because i so dont wanna tell my priest that we’ve been screwin around in the dark ( mssg » blaine | sent ) ok whao like not with each other but with the whole ghost thing ( mssg » blaine | sent ) wait blaine you dont really think this is a posession do you? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) god im on my way over are u okay? can i grab u anything? (minus a priest pls tell me this isnt a ouija thing im seriously crossing my fingers) ( mssg » blaine | sent ) really hope this isnt like they made it out to be in this is the end
( mssg » sam | sent ) oh my god sam its’nto possession. ( mssg » sam | sent )
I don’t htink that reallya happens like it does int he movies. ( mssg » sam | sent ) I hope it doesnt’. … ( mssg » sam | sent )
I think it is the drink i had with SEbastian. Or the dinner afrer. Or both. Coudl be that bug going around. but i I want to never move again.
( mssg » sam | sent ) ..tell your priest what????? ( mssg » sam | sent ) oh oh yerah right. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Sammy? ( mssg » sam | sent )
Would it be horrible to ask you to bring me crackers and gatorade? ( mssg » sam | sent ) You could leave them at the door eand I can come and get them. won’t get you sick I promsie.
♪♬ INDEPENDENT BLAINE ANDERSON FROM FOX’S GLEE. AS LOVED BY J. ♬♪
“…Blaine. What are you doing here?” Sebastian froze. He had just been coming back home, take out bags in hands, and he stopped dead on the hallway as he saw Blaine standing there, in front of his doorstep, with what looked like — was that a BOUQUET OF ROSES? And looking like he didn’t know if he should knock or not. Sebastian sighed, something heavy in his chest. Ever since his accident, when he had seen Blaine again, it had been hard getting him out of his head, but he’d tried. He’d ignored Blaine’s call, until the last one, when Sebastian had picked up, and told him — ”I told you. I told you last time, and I meant it Blaine. I told you to either finally PICK” me, finally pick me, “or leave me alone. I meant it.” He repeated, shoulders bunched tight, and eyes braced for rejection. “You can’t be here for that so….” Only Blaine was smiling, why was he smiling?! Sebastian stood there, mouth agape, and for the longest time, he just let his eyes stare into Blaine’s ones. And then a shiver came over him. “You…” His voice was suddenly rough, dried out like his throat with emotion coiling in it like a spike. “You did it?” It was soft, scared still, as though Sebastian was dreading to have any amount of HOPE. “…. You picked me?”
Catch your breath. Don’t pass out. The last thing you need is for him to open the door for work in the morning and you laying there in a pile of wilting roses passed out. “Breathe. I can do this. If I just breathe.” Blaine parted his lips and exhaled slowly, his breath hot across wettened lips that he couldn’t stop chewing on as he stared down at his hand loosely curled into a fist ready to knock but frozen in fear right next to the woodgrain. The roses were held in a careful, tight fist and their smell–however gorgeous in the shop it’d been–was overwhelming him to the point of nausea. He’d made his choice. Felt his heart picking up into a thundering beat against the walls of his chest that drummed louder, louder, LOUDER the closer his steps brought him to where he stood. Unanswered calls. Unanswered texts. And yet.. Blaine made his choice and it was to be standing here ready to lay his heart on his sleeve and beg for a simple yes. Yes, Sebastian still wanted him. Yes, he’d made the right decision coming here. Yes. They could finally begin.
His blood turned to ice when the chance was taken away from him. But then his heart took over and he turned staring up into a disbelieving pair of eyes while the roses touched his cheek velvet soft and grounding. The words stung because they were agony when he heard them the first time but he was still smiling. Looking into Sebastian’s eyes, all he could do was bow his head in a slow nod. “I..,” he had to cough to clear his voice, “I picked you. I want you. Please? If you’ll have me. If I haven’t ruined us. Or waited too long? I want to be here..with you.” All he could do was wait. Biting his lip–he curled his toes towards the soles of his shoes and waited.
hey uh – please reblog this if you’re cool to write with a multimuse and with original characters who are over the age of 25?
i’m aware that tumblrp has some weird issue with older characters – so it’d be nice to surround myself with people who are open and willing to write with one. thanks.
pianokeysandbowties 