“Exactly.” he agreed. “Small steps. Little things.” he grinned, cocking his head. “It’s hard when you’re, you know, not subtle about who you are. I always loved glittery eyeliner and being as big of a person as I can be. I’m not going to shrink myself to fit other people’s expectations. Never wanted to be that person. It meant I got my ass kicked a lot in high school but Carter was having none of it. Taught me how to fight.” he admitted. “Of course, Carter could still beat my ass even though I’m a lot bigger then her now.”
“It pays to have a badass older sister though.” he laughed, shaking his head. “She’s an actual FBI agent and not just a consultant like myself.” Jason leaned down to brush his lips across the kids knuckles. “My sister would kill me if I didn’t ‘kiss it better’ as you say. How about a good old fashioned american diner? I want bad meatloaf.”
“You shouldn’t. Remaining true to yourself is the only way you’re ever going to find people who truly appreciate who you are. I’m glad you decided that you wouldn’t bend for anyone. It takes a strong person to do that,” he stopped abruptly when Jason mentioned being beat up in high school. An air of those words hitting close to home thickened around him. A sympathy born of being there softened his eyes. An apology was on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed it down like a bitter pill rather than drudge through the ‘It’s okay, it made me stronger..so I guess there’s that.’ awkwardness that always followed after finding someone who’s been there.
“I’m glad you have someone to keep you in line then,” he joked having took the change of subject and running with it as fast as possible towards a lighter tone of conversation. “I think we all need one of those, hm? I think mine is my best friend. Poor guy is stuck reminding me to always strive to be a…,” his breath hitched when an unexpected brush of lips ran across his knuckles. The sensation tripled from the bruises caused his heart to skip a beat. “Thank you,” he whispered blinking to get rid of his dazed expression. “Meatloaf? I–yeah. You’re making it far too easy but if that’s your choice? Meatloaf it is. Oh! Right! They were leaving! “We can walk. I’m only a few blocks down the street and the market’s on the way.” One last smile and Blaine took the lead, more than ready to get out of there for the rest of the night.
Oh this was TOO GOOD to be true. One song blended into the next and Sebastian sat in the shadows, smirking into his glass as an hour melted by like seconds. It had been a while since a smile like that had lit up his face, but there was something undeniable about knowing when the winds were blowing in your favor. Sebastian Smythe was at the peak of a lucky streak but this really took the cake. Blaine fucking Anderson after all these years.
This was undoubtedly a peak post-Dalton fantasy while wrapped up in the throws of an undeniable string of regret that even Sebastian couldn’t fully avoid. Years later, walking into a smokey piano bar and finding none other than Blaine himself sitting back, drinking away his sorrows after that fucking ice queen eventually tossed him to the curb for whatever new life force he could leach off of and infect with his particular strain of gay.
They would, of course, hit it off and Sebastian could put to rest the What If’s that befell every fucking time something blew up in his face and left him thinking of another life he could have been living. It was stupid, and he knew it was fucking ridiculous, but he suspected everybody at some point in their life had that One That Got Away. His had resurfaced but it wasn’t in the form of a post-day from hell existential unwind found only at the bottom of a bottle or joint… It was in the flesh and fuck if it didn’t make him feel some sort of way.
“Well,” Sebastian began, stepping out of the shadows with a carelessly discarded glass that went on top of the piano, purely so he could start a slow clap, head shaking still in incredulous disbelief. The lights were slipping away and Blaine had finally backed away from his performance after an undeniably pleased round of applause. “I’m really hoping after treating me to a performance like that you’re gonna at least let me buy you a drink or two.”
Sebastian’s hands stilled, though they splayed out in muted disbelief before him as his eyes ran over Blaine’s face (then once down his body) as if he hadn’t been watching intently, uninterrupted for the last hour. “God, it’s been a long time, Killer. You… look incredible.” Incredible sounded an awful lot like ‘fucking out of this world’, laden with a slow burn passion that would have easily had Blaine spread out underneath him fulfilling that High School Fantasy if he had anything to do with it. An hour worth of stage worthy foreplay, Blaine’s voice consuming him like an intoxicating and undeniable haze that left him feeling seventeen again.
Up close with his full attention, he could make out what the distance had failed to fully grant him. Time had treated Blaine well and though he seemed void of something very distinctly Anderson, it was replaced with something just as enticing though. It looked like what had once been tightly wound was slowly loosened over times, finally stepping into himself or who he was meant to be. But Sebastian had lived among the Beat Down By Life brigade. While his lucky streak failed to end he was no stranger to that look. “And this?” Sebastian motioned to Blaine and the piano in disbelief, as if the words had been stolen from his mouth for a brief moment. “That just fulfilled at least three different fantasies all at once.” He teased, that signature Smythe grin coming to pull that bashful school boy back to the surface if he still existed underneath this Shadow Blaine. “But I’m willing to bet we can add to that count if you’re off the clock.” And willing to take him up on that drink offer. “What’d you say, B?”
Applause came like a wave drowning out the last few notes of his final song. Tonight he sent the crowd away with one of their old favorites. You could never go wrong with Billy Joel in this town. It pleased the locals and tourists alike. Those regulars that came in week after week to unwind and enjoy their neers off the beaten path of touristy, overpriced bars always hummed along. Even sang if they were buzzed enough. Proof to Blaine that he was doing something right every time he sang about their beloved city being a state of mind. Deflating shoulders signaled he was done, a huff of a smile aimed at long fingers resting against ivory was the rev up for the one he gave towards the crowd.
An appreciated wave and a thank you mouthed over the sound of their hands clapping together gave his gratitude for their enjoyment. After all. They were his company for the night. And they paid the bills since he tapered off using the money he had in the bank from back home. His tip jar was full, a drink was waiting for him at the bar, and Joe would have something to munch on ready in a few minutes. Lickity-split. Jusss wait-a minute, Blainey. Comin’ riiight up! Followed by a roll blue of weathered eyes still sparkling with happiness as the old man gave him gruff about eating too much rabbit food and not enough “real stuff”. Out of love, right? Always.
All things considered? Not a bad way to end his night. Even if it was exactly the same as last night and the night before that. Predictability had it’s bonuses in spite of it’s potential for boredom. Considering his past and what brought him here? Bored wasn’t too horrible of a thing to be. He was just about ready to slide the cover over the keys when a voice he could never forget caught him off guard. The heavy wood slid back to it’s open position with a thud as surprised hazel darted towards the source. First landing on the glass and then following it up an extremely long arm to a face that made his lips part and brows jut up at the sight.
No way. Sebastian Smythe. Here. In a tiny piano bar in Little Italy. So far off the path that Blaine was sure no one he knew would ever run into him here. Part of the reason he’d landed in this part of town to begin with. The distance between here and Broadway meant he was all but secluded from chance run-ins with…well..people. But Sebastian wasn’t part of that plan. Blaine had figured this was a face he’d lost track of. Only to see in print and in distant memories of a forever ago.
Yet. Here he was. Blaine was stunned speechless, staring like a deer-caught-in-the-headlights trying to make his mouth and brain connect so words might happen. “Sebastian? Hey. Hi. You look–wow.” Stammering for a beat, a flush of red after the former Warbler wasted no time reacquainting the musician with his witty banter, he continued. “I see some things haven’t changed.” The way he smiled was full of a nostalgia for the ghost of a feeling that crept closer with every word. “I mean.. Yeah. Sure. I’m off the clock. A drink would be great..”
Still awestruck that this was truly happening–he stood up from the piano bench barely taking his bewildered stare off Sebastian, the shorter of the pair knocked into the bench before skirting around it with a frustrated huff and motioning to the bar. “Not that it isn’t great to see you. It is. But.. I don’t get it. Here came the question that was impossible to hold in. People like Sebastian? Just randomly ending up here? What were the odds? Outside of movies, that is. “..Why are you here?”
( sms : blaine ) I was young. I’d really only ever had a whole bunch of straight neanderthals to work with. ( sms : blaine ) At least I didn’t make a fool out of myself in public. ( sms : blaine ) Or get anyone fired. ( sms : blaine ) 😘 ( sms : blaine ) You’ve got this.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m not judging you for anything. You were adorable. My only regret is I don’t have pictures of some of them. Because they were priceless. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Except, you know, in front of the girls from Crawford and a few stunned Warblers who were not ready for your level of sexy to grace their presence. You were lucky so many of them were just as distracted making sure they were on point that they didn’t notice. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey! That was an accident!!! I didn’t know he’d get fired! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) God. That feels like so long ago, doesn’t it? Do you ever miss that? How much simpler things were back then? I do.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) With your vote of confidence? I’ve ‘got anything’ I’m aiming for. 😘
“And, uh —” Tate’s train of thought seemed to derail when the weight of Blaine’s head rested against him. One quick glance to the side at the simple gesture was enough to make him have to try and subdue the smile on his face ; He did like Blaine. And it’d been so long since anyone had touched him in any sort of way. “Uh — Where was I? Oh yeah. Buffalo Bill, is based of Ed Gein cause like, there’s been suspicions that Ed was making a woman-suit but really never any hard evidence.” A few seconds later with his eyes trained on their movie, the blond’s cheek was pressed against the top of that curly mess. He didn’t really care what Blaine said, he sort of digged it without all that gel.
Being with Tate was comfortable. Like they’d always known each other. The boy was the one constant that wasn’t complicated or overwhelming. Tate was always there. Ready to hang out, listen, or simply be in awe over his cellphone and play games on it for hours while Blaine played the piano or music and stretched out on his floor staring at the ceiling as they talked about everything and nothing. Tonight, they’d chosen a movie marathon starting with Silence of the Lambs. An entire evening spent with Anthony Hopkins in movies he’s always been curious about but never seen or knew much of and good company? Blaine couldn’t complain. It felt easy to let his head fall to rest on Tate’s shoulder as he drew a heavy duvet up over their laps. Blaine’s nose crinkled and his gaze flicked from the screen to Tate. “Seriously? I never heard that. Only that he made lampshades out of people. What do you think?”
I want to RP real shit in a ship. I want the fights, the tears, the late nights with pillowtalk, the dumb discussion and small intimate moments, the duties and the nights ordering food because they’re too lazy to cook anything. i want disagreements and fooling around, being silly. i want the trips to places, to an amusement park, to a boring art museum one of them wanted to go, to the mall, roadtrips, lazy mornings and early, hurried mornings. little scares, silly texting when they’re apart, whining about things to eachother, night cuddles and nights where they don’t even touch because of a disagreement. I want the cute nights in, and the nights out. I want to see the pairing grow, I want it to take time and be complex, i want it to be factible, and not a fairytale. I want the good and the bad that comes with a relationship.
Admittedly, the journalist felt a jolt of confidence-boost struck her, having never come across a performer that was actually AWARE she would be covering the show. Ten out of ten times, she would only be heard of after having approached the performers herself to ask for a statement with which to enhance her article. “I’m the writer,” she confirmed, raising a shoulder.
“Friend of a friend, yeah.” Accepting the implicit invitation, she set aside her instrument, turned off her equipment and set it neatly in a corner before taking a seat on the edge of the stage. “Ha, you’re just saying that ‘cause you know I’m covering your show,” she teased, if only to get him to loosen up after having been visibly affected by learning she would be writing about him. “It’s not a big deal, actually, I’m just a part-time performer. I tried getting her to grant my band and I the chance to play here, like a one-time-only kinda thing, but… you know how it is, sometimes your style just clashes with the place’s crowd. It’s all good.”
“I gotta say that meeting you before the show is a little bit of an oddity. This never happens. Like. Ever. I’m not sure whether to be more at ease now that we’ve talked and are getting to know one another. Or if I should be even more on my toes,” he grinned at her only half-joking but it was a way to further crack the ice and if he had to express a small bit of anxiousness over venturing into foreign territory at the expense of himself? Why not. At least they were talking and laughing. Rather than trying to fill up gaps of awkward silence with conversation that had nothing to do with nothing.
“You know? I’ve always been under the belief that in a place like this,” his brow arched and he lifted his hand from the table top so he could gesture at the bar around them with a twirl of his pointer finger, “The performer dictates the crowd. Should never be the other way around. Not that I am saying how they should run their business. I’ve just always leaned towards the more variety means more money sort of philosophy.” He wasn’t the end-all-be-all of the music industry. Not even by a small shot, in his opinion. Only building up his career both in New York City and the newest adventure of being out on the road with his own music. However, he’d been in enough bars, theaters, venues and flash from the past theme parks to think he knew enough to say with a sound like hers? It’d be a shame not to be known as that place where it all began. “Once again, rudeness seems to have won over today,” a sheepish, self-chiding smile curled the edges of his lips as offered her his hand. “I’m Blaine but you knew that. What’s your name again? How long have you been a journalist?”
TELL US YOUR FAVORITE QUOTES FROM YOUR CHARACTER. GIVE US AN IDEA OF WHO THEY ARE BY FIVE THINGS THEY’VE SAID. REPOST – NOT REBLOG!
1. “I just wanna make art and help people.” 2. “Sometimes if you want to make change, you gotta make a little noise.” 3. “I don’t know if it’s all the bird talk…but I’m getting a little turned on.” 4. “Prejudice is just ignorance.” 5. “Trust me. When I was in The Warblers, sneaking on the stage the night before a show was tradition. We had other traditions, but I can’t really speak about them.”
in love, you are passionate and eager to develop a strong bond. you like being in a relationship. for you, love should also be playful, creative, and affectionate. you love the dating and flirting phases of love.
overall, you are perceptive and bring out the best in your partner. you are good at giving your partner what he or she needs. however, you tend to hold on to bad relationships after they’ve turned bad. it’s hard for you to say goodbye.
❛ NO KIDDIN. ❜ a soft little chuckle escapes him as he crosses his arms loosely. ❛ i USED to be one of those guys in middle school. i thought girls loved it. ❜
Blaine cringed in over-exaggerated ‘sympathy’ for poor Finn’s middle school body spray mistake. Though? Didn’t everyone have those? Uh. Except him, of course. Totally didn’t make a fool out of himself like ever. Not even as recent as, you know, a year ago? He still hasn’t set foot in a GAP thanks to that one. Probably never will. Let’s be honest. No real wardrobe loss there.. See? Silver lining!! “What kind was it? Cause do you know how tempting it is to make sure you get a stocking full of it every year for Christmas now? Way too tempting. Big time.”
pianokeysandbowties 