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“how is it you seem to be the absolute sweetest boy I have ever met?” Hermione asked, incredulity and admiration shining bright in both her elated tone, and the way her eyes filled with absolute wonder every time she found his. And it was true that after years of Harry and Ron —who she both adored with every fiber of her being, they left a little to be desired. especially in the way they treated her sometimes without having realized it. Blaine however, was putting everyone she’d ever met to shame. And sure, it was nice to have other friends throughout the castle, but right now, she was legitimately having the best time.
When she’d put out posters looking for new S.P.E.W members, the sign ups went ignored for the most part. but when she’d sought out volunteers to give back and host a ‘HOUSE ELF APPRECIATION DAY’… Two names had been added. Luna Lovegood and Blaine Anderson. So there they were, half past eight, alone (for once) in the kitchens, baking up batches of treats to dole out. “honestly Blaine, you MUST enlighten the boys for me. Sometimes they make me crazy, they’re completely daft when it comes to this sort of thing.” Their conversation had already spanned a million of often untouched topics that Hermione rarely got to indulge upon. “Ginny had told me that was all boys, and well, she grew up with brothers! All of them, whereas me? Well, I’ve just had dad, really.” Who was without a doubt wonderful. “And I hadn’t anyone prove me wrong, though Professor Dumbledore truly did seem wonderful, I just don’t know him on that sort of level, you know? And obviously I’m not ignorant, but I had been losing hope.”
“But you’re such a breath of fresh air.” And Hermione was very quickly flying too close to the sun as she gushed, the sleeves of her button up rolled up as she created a well out of the flour in front of her on the wooden table, the beginnings of dough when she reached for the eggs. Hermione’s eyes shot up as a clatter of metal on stone came from behind them, causing her to snap around. “Oh, Luna! Are you all right?”
Hermione was quickly becoming one of the people inside the castle he adored so much that simply encountering her caused him to immediately light up so bright his smile could put the sun to shame. Seeing her lovingly crafted S.P.E.W. posters for a day she invented out of the kindness of her heart? That was the sort of thing that Blaine Anderson would never, in a million years, be able to resist signing up for. Giving some sort of comfort and respect to the poor creatures that so many families took for granted, regardless if they had feelings, emotions and needs like the very wizards they ‘served’, was the best way to spend a night. No matter if he had plans or not. Which..he didn’t.
Hunched over the dough he was delicately sealing the edges together of on each painstakingly filled chocolate with mint creme stuffing cookie, the tip of his tongue jutted out between his lips in his concentration. His smile continued to grow as he listened to her rant about the boys in her life thankful that she put a disclaimer at the beginning by saying he needed to teach them a lesson. Something he was grateful for, yet mystified by at the same time. (What set him apart from her best friends? Why wasn’t he as hopeless as the rest of the lot she was clumping together?) Well. For one, he was the only boy in this school that showed up to spend hours getting finger cramps to ensure their treats were perfect. That might be a good start on figuring out why he was now tasked with doling out life lessons on not being so..boyishly boys.
“I’ll try but I hope you realize the enormity of the task you are asking me to accomplish. I’ve seen how clueless some of your closest friends can be. And you’re hoping I can enlighten the whole lot of them? Even if it’s just kitchen tips and tricks? It’s going to be enough work trying to make sure no one burns the castle to the ground.” He playfully countered her argument and peeked up over the lip of the large metal bowl directly in front of the floured surface he was working on. His nose scrunched at the thought of how messy things could potentially get. “I’m glad I could help you hold–?!” Blaine nearly jumped out of his skin at the loud noises crashing down behind them. The cookie he was working on hit the table with a plunk of dough as he pivoted around blinking owlishly at the girl. “Yeah, are you okay? What happened??”
❛ I believe the term you’re looking for is ambitious. ❜
“Ambitious? Sure. Either way? I’ll save any questions I might have–which I don’t at the moment–for when we’re at the theater. Thanks for the offer. I’m more focused on where my shoes are at the moment.”
( 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 ) SAm? ( mssg » sam | sent ) Sam.. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Sammy? ( mssg » sam | sent ) slooow down. I don’t think it has anyrhintg to do with shellfish or demons. ( mssg » sam | sent )
Never thought I would say those two things in the same sentence togetheR but here we are. I just did ( mssg » sam | sent ) I think its’ the amoutn of liquor I drank. Oh and how cheap itwas. Top shelf
( mssg » sam | sent ) I promise I’m not possessed. Even if it realy llooks like it right now.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Would it be too much to aks you to come get me? ( mssg » sam | sent ) No Linda blaeir head turns or talking abckwards will happen between here and my hourse.I swear on my life
I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and I’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
Blaine sighs as the tension built up from a day where nothing seemed to go right melted away in a matter of seconds when he leaned back against Barry’s chest. He smiled at the kisses peppered against his cheek. One of those toothy sorts of lovestruck, cheeky as all get out kind of smiles that said Blaine Anderson was stupidly in love with such a small, affectionate gesture. Oh. And the person behind said gesture, too. Maybe.
“Hey.” He smelled the flower before the scent drew his eyes open. Glancing down at it, he sighed and shook his head gingerly taking it and wriggling around to come face to face with his boyfriend. “Can you get any sweeter? Of course I missed you,” he stole a kiss–the first of several meant as a thank you for the flower and kisses and just being Barry, “I always do.”
“OH CRAP! I’m sorry man, when I dance sometimes I accidentally injure people. I’m working on it… Are you okay?”
Getting a view of your shoes at the angle where they (and your feet) are way too high off the ground where you needed them to be isn’t how you want to start the day. Yet, that’s exactly what happened before Blaine landed hard against the stage. Instinct and quick reflexes saved his head, but his shoulder and everywhere else that slammed into the wood? Yep. That hurt. Mid-jump and Finn’s pivot introduced the much taller boy’s foot to both of Blaine’s just as he was kicking off to match the turn.
Gravity went topsy turvy! Then got it’s revenge. Painfully knocking the air out of his lungs before he gulped in another breath and blinked up at his boyfriend’s brother. “I.. Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay. Just give me a minute. Where’d you learn a leg sweep like that,” he pushed himself up onto his elbow and tried to make the other feel better by cracking a wobbly joke, “Was that martial arts..? Cause if it wasn’t? You might want to consider picking it up.”
Hunter was amused – to say the least. Blaine’s over apologetic expression when all 5’ 7" of him poured into the choir room was enough to tell Hunter he had him on the hook. He was flustered and off his game and Hunter couldn’t even blame him. However he couldn’t just let him go without reprimand when he was screwing up so much in front of the rest of the team. “Tighter turns, Anderson.” He called, counting out the tempo as he walked around the group and shook his head in disappointment as he neared Blaine, “Get it together.” He mumbled under his breath, his watchful eye staying with Blaine, today, as he often found, unable to tear his gaze from the newest Warbler and watching him with intrigue.
When Hunter finally dismissed the rehearsal he’d pulled Sebastian aside, speaking with his assistant captain in hushed tones, scolding him quietly before sending him off, watching him close the door behind him and giving an appreciative nod before he turned his attention to Blaine. “I don’t know how you ran this team. But I govern with a firm hand. I don’t allow for members that are tardy. That can’t keep up with choreography. That don’t regard my authority, for what it is. And that is: absolute. I express something, and that is final. You’re a Warbler under my leadership and I demand complete submission and respect. Understood?” His voice never wavered, sure, still and slow as he let words that sounded almost rehearsed fall from his lips with casual ease.
He let the new information settle, and truly in some ways he felt for the other. Blaine was used to being worshiped at Dalton, and he was adored, but Hunter’s aspirations didn’t allow for nepotism, they didn’t give out special exceptions, especially to someone he barely knew. Soon Blaine would understand – at least partially, though Hunter doubted anyone would ever comprehend the extent of pressure he felt was riding on his very broad shoulders. “Please tell me you understand, Blaine?:
Worriedly watching Sebastian, Blaine chewed against his bottom lip as he observed the exchange between the two. There was going to be no way he wouldn’t screw his day up even further if he felt he needed to step in for Sebastian’s sake. The taller boy did his best to reach out to him, to get him up to speed. It was his fault that they hadn’t been able to connect yet. He needed time to breathe, time to deflate and reacquaint himself with his surroundings. Honestly, he’d brushed off the attempts with honest apologies and reasons why. Though, now, it was obvious why Hunter was trying so hard before. A mental note was made to make sure they met up before practice tomorrow so he could offer an apology and all the time Sebastian might need to make this right.
No sooner did the door click than Hunter ripped his attention from it, breaking his thoughts from the subject of Sebastian and snapping them directly to the Captain. “I didn’t run this team,” he murmured under his breath, “We all did.” But any amount of counterpoint to what he had being served to him ended abruptly when his mistakes were pointed out. Blaine couldn’t remember a time when he felt his heart racing as fast as it was. Nothing could compare to the flash of fire that blazed inside his gaze only to be battled back on his own accord with a drawn in breath that ensured his jawline wouldn’t clench so he’d keep his mouth shut. He bit down on his tongue to make sure it stayed that way.
He couldn’t lose this chance. Dalton and the Warblers were all he had left. Just the thought of going through every day not being a part of them made him feel like he couldn’t breathe. Complete submission? You’ve got to be kidding.. Blaine never swallowed as many words as he did in the small pause he took while meeting Hunter’s eyes. “I swore it won’t happen again and it won’t.” The words tasted like he bit into the bitter pill of his relent, “I swore it won’t happen again and it won’t.” Coming home wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not like he’d just bit into the bitter pill of his relent and was forced to chew it before he swallowed it. “I..understand.” There. What else did he want? The question was obvious with a barely there lift of Blaine’s eyebrow.
Needless to say that as far as personalities were concerned, in comparison to his doppelganger’s, his was significantly deficient. He was nowhere near as clever, as debonair in character, not to mention his eyes lacked that noticeable, twisted corruption that had drawn the deity to him in the first place. A tingle of electricity shoot its way down his spine at the mere thought of those amoral eyes.
‘I miss you’ was not a phrase existing in Savitar’s repertoire. His numb, unfeeling persona prevented him from claiming the absence of the other actually affected him at all, as a matter of fact. Nevertheless, he caught himself running the back of his finger down the other’s cheek, because there was one thing he had to admit—— he was just as pretty as the Meister. Evidently, if there was still something linking him to the person he had once been centuries ago, that was the taste in men as far as aesthetics went.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing here, do you?” There was, after all, something else still linking him to Barry Allen: his memories. Much as he tried, he couldn’t remember anything about Blaine learning whose face laid behind the Flash’s cowl. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it simple. Someone out there cares about you. He’s trying to find you, he’s coming after you. I’m gonna need you to stay right here until he does.”
Blaine’s nose crinkled at the throbbing in his temples, eyes pinched shut as he opened them too fast and got a little dizzy. No doubt it had to do with how he’d gone unconscious after a struggle that seemed to last only a second before the world went zipping by in time with the darkness seeping into his head and then lights out! and he was gone.
For the first few moments after opening them and letting the pain in his head run it’s course before it faded into a strangely warm, yet numb, sensation–Blaine tried to piece together what happened, where he was, and what was going on. Then it hit him. A voice from behind on his way home from the theater. He barely had time to turn around and caught a glimpse of someone who… That’s not him! Was the last thought until now. His eyes went owlishly round as he drew closer. His lips parted with the touch. Though for no other reason than instinct before he got a full look at the sight of..? He was too…wrong to be Barry. His eyes, his touch, that face. Oh God. What happened to his face?
“No?” Blaine’s voice cracked, his dried out mouth and throat burned. Confusion screwed up his face as he stepped backwards trying to figure things out. “How can he–? How can you? What happened? Barry?” No. This wasn’t Barry. Couldn’t be… Couldn’t not be either. Did he finally have the work pressure meltdown he was warned about? “I’ve lost it, haven’t I?”
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