Blaine sat curled into the corner of the sofa. In the background–he could hear his father and Cooper ‘talking’. His foggy brain couldn’t keep up with their conversation–muffled and far off as it was by distance alone–the warm numb moving through his veins kept his attention moving from the fire dancing inside the fireplace to the television he’d turned down to the point of muting it all together and back towards the sound of their conversation. Barely picking up words now and then, he’d gone to the end closest to the hallway to try and hear better. In spite of his efforts, he had no such luck. Judging by the way his mother abruptly excused herself a half an hour ago? No doubt it was about him and what happened.
A couple of days earlier was still in the hospital and–his father was home for less than that before business called and he planned to leave again. Blaine would be hard pressed to say it was all that bad that his father was leaving in the first place. Because Cooper was suddenly there–out of the blue to Blaine because he had no idea he was coming–to take his place. A much better option considering how his father was taking the entire situation. Unable to tell if he was more angry at the kids who did what they did. Or that Blaine went against his wishes and had asked the boy to make a statement with him that couldn’t be ignored. That they should be proud of who they are. Have the courage to stand up to the stares, face the school together. To say his father was opposed was an understatement.
They wentanyway. The end result was…this.
He waited until there was silence until he heard the clicking of the door to his father’s office and footsteps coming toward the living room. Blaine lift his head and peered over the top of the couch from underneath a mop of loose curls that shadowed some of the cuts and bruises on their way to healing but the worst over his bottom lip and by his eye were the worse when he screwed his face up and pouted thoughtfully trying to ready himself for whatever happened. Seeing his brother–he slumped back down into his spot and his breath left him in one full woosh of deflating air. “I’m sorry, Coop. Are you okay? What did he say to you?”
Sebastian’s eyelids fluttered, long eyelashes shadowing the freckles on his face as he leaned into Blaine’s touch like oxygen. He all but nuzzled into his palm, squeezing his eyes against the mirrored look on Blaine’s face, not wanting to see him hurt for a second, even by the IDEA of being in pain. He breathed in, and the scent of Blaine’s moisturizer and fresh, crisp, cologne ran down to his lungs like fresh, cold water, and he opened his eyes again so he could look at that gorgeous face, and revel in it. No one in that world could had made him feel as much fear as the idea of losing Blaine. Not when Sebastian already knew an ounce of the pain he’d face, and to only try to imagine that amplified tenfold made his throat all but almost collapse before he pushed the thought away, firmly, grounding himself on the grasp of Blaine’s wrist and the strong stream of warm blood under it.
He didn’t even crinkle his nose, in natural reaction, when Blaine called him honey, just so ridiculously happy to have Blaine there to call him every single pet name in the book. He did let out an amused, relief breath, though, when Blaine covered him in kisses and pressed a tight kiss to his lips in return, some anxiety still lingering in the way his lips ached as he did. The way Blaine touched his neck made more goosebumps than usual sprout on Sebastian’s skin, the ex Warbler suddenly painfully aware of everything about his husband, from the way the speckles of gold mixed in his eyes, to the way each particular fingertip felt running down his skin. “You’re all I got.” He blurted out, before he could control himself, voice rough. “My dad’s… She’s gone. You’re all I’ve got, Blaine, you’re everthi—” He clicked his jaw shut, leaning in as Blaine pulled him and breathing steadily now as he finally started to calm down, the adrenaline rush wearing out. “You always were.” Even before, when he’d though Blaine hadn’t wanted him, Sebastian had loved him fiercely. And he’d rather have a world where Blaine wasn’t his but was IN it, than ever have to live with the fact this world didn’t contain Blaine Anderson anymore. He nodded softly, almost unaware, obeying the command without thought as his eyes stayed lost inside Blaine’s. “I love you.” He breathed out, so softly he wondered if Blaine heard it. “So…. Damn. Much. Killer.” He breathed in, roughly now, as he pushed forward to press his forehead against Blaine’s temple, closing his eyes.
“Shhh. I have you. See?” Legs that were already tight around Sebastian’s middle drew him closer to the counter so he could lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth softly. Blaine felt heartbroken seeing Sebastian struggling to get those horrid thoughts out of his head. He’d do anything for some supernatural ability to dig into this thoughts, take out that moment where he’d thought the most awful thing that could happen between them had happened. This wasn’t fair. Sebastian didn’t deserve to have any awful pictures flooding his mind. Or go through the pain and ache that someone accidentally put him through. He was just trying to go to work, get his job done and come home. Not have his life twisted sideways by a careless mistake.
Frustration and anger followed the initial shock and immediate worry that followed seeing his husband in the state he was in when he rushed through the door. Being powerless to do anything about it other than comfort him felt so..awful. His fingers didn’t stop tracing around Sebastian’s face, neck, hair and ears. Anywhere they wanted to roam, he let them.
Frustration and anger followed the initial shock and immediate worry that followed seeing his husband in the state he was in when he rushed through the door. Being powerless to do anything about it other than comfort him felt so..awful. His fingers didn’t stop tracing around Sebastian’s face, neck, hair and ears. Anywhere they wanted to roam, he let them in hopes of draining the last of the adrenaline out with a simple caress somehow. His eyes burned when Sebastian struggled to get out everything that Blaine always knew. “
I know, Sebastian. I know. We’re each other’s everything. Remember? ” Heart breaking more by the second, he kept eye contact until Sebastian got so close he couldn’t anymore. “I love you, too.” A purposefully steady hand cupped Sebastian’s cheek, fingers spread so he could hook his thumb just under Sebastian’s jawline and pull him back just far enough to stare into his eyes without saying another word. I’m here. I’m yours. You’re mine. We’re safe. All inside hazel and gold surrounded by wet and red that he wished wasn’t there. Blaine nodded slowly just to make his point clear then leaned in closer. Closer. His lips touched Sebastian’s with a cautious softness, thumb moving to stroke his cheek while the tips of the rest of his fingers ran through and over his hair and skin. What was supposed to be a peck lingered long past that and grew stronger. When words wouldn’t work the rest of the way? Maybe this would.
“You’re just the person I was looking for,” Blaine smiled down at Marley as he approached the table where they were, apparently, the first two to arrive. “I wanted a chance to talk to you while things were quiet.” Thankful for the chance to have her attention before the others showed up and their usual chaotic lunch began, Blaine sat his tray down and took the chair beside the brunette.
“That song was really good. I’ve had it in my head since yesterday.” Settled in with a juicebox in hand, he turned to face her with a thoughtful squint. “You said you had more, right?” Shoulders hitched in a shrug and his bottom lip jutted out in a ‘why not’ pout. “I’d love to hear some more. If they are half as good as that one? They’re going to be amazing. I was thinking.. Maybe you could bring more of them to the auditorium on Thursday? No Glee practice. You and I could sit at the piano and put some music behind the words? If you’d like to give it a go?”
His heart quite possibly skipped a beat as Blaine stopped them in their tracks in the middle of the school grounds, the cold winter air knocked straight out of his lungs as he desperately tried to remain his posture. There hadn’t been many a moments in Kurt’s lifetime where he had found himself grow weak at the knees through means of a simple gesture. Inviting, perfectly shaped pale pink lips close enough to kiss, the other Warbler’s forever uniform clad body close enough to wrap his arms around justa little longer. A set of bright, lovestruck eyes mesmerized by the swift and sudden movement of Blaine’s free hand as the forever ongoing snowfall somehow managed to bring them even closer together.
Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he just went straight for the plunge. Just lay one on him. Get it all over with, and —by any means— out in the open. Pull his heart up from under his sleeve and confess his undying love without so much as a hint of doubt or any fear of rejection. Perhaps, somehow, this was the universe’s bizarre way of trying to send a message — lips parted as though by default as he watched the other in slight amusement, one last fatal glance into all too familiar hazel eyes before quickly averting his gaze back to their immediate surroundings.
❛ It’s definitely something, ❜ he hummed. Words that probably wouldn’t have sounded so skeptic had it not been for the current state of his toes and fingers; muscles loosely strained in the palm of his hand despite the additional warmth of fingers intertwined and coffee. ❛ Thank you. ❜ Giving in, the taller male’s expression softened. ❛ For breaking my fall today. Twice. ❜
Snowflakes continued to fall around them as they stood still. Specks of white that clung to his hair and Kurt’s. To their collars and scarves. The air cold enough that they didn’t melt right away. Not like the one he’d tried to taunt Kurt with by catching off his nose. Curious hazel eyes watched Kurt’s expressions. How he seemed to be thinking of something deeper than coffee flavors and a walk in the snow. His head tilted and the question of what was on Kurt’s mind, a question Blaine never seemed to hesitate to ask, was frozen on the tip of his tongue. Something inside him just got stuck. Like he might be treading into waters that Kurt might not want him to delve into.
But then again? Kurt’s eyes were so bright that maybe he was reading too much into things, feeling concerned over nothing. He couldn’t help it, though. When it came to Kurt? There was such an instinct in him to make sure that Kurt was always okay (no..better than okay.) dug deep into him. Kurt reminded him of so much of himself. In a lot of ways. Though, there was more to it than that. Kurt was important–so, so, so important. No better way to describe it than that.
Their eyes met. Kurt looked happy. Blaine’s worry faded. And he looked happy, too. A soft smile greeted that glance. His gaze even followed Kurt’s until it was impossible and he laughed. “You’re welcome. I didn’t bring you out for you to sprain an ankle. Don’t worry. I’ll always catch you no matter what. Okay?” A quiet gasp followed, like he was remembering something. “Come on,” he squeezed Kurt’s hand again and gave him a gentle tug, “There’s something you should see before we go back in. Is that okay? Or have I frozen the fun out of this adventure?”
today officially marks one (1) year of writing klaine with the ever so talented @pianokeysandbowties and if it wasn’t for her uh-mazing blaine, my kurt really wouldn’t be here today so !! shoutout to the one and only mrs. porcelain ❀◕ ‿ ◕❀❀◕ ‿ ◕❀❀◕ ‿ ◕❀
// Aww! Sweetie! Returning the shout out to the one and only..er.. Mr. Porcelain? I’m beyond happy we found each other. Happy Friendship/Writing/Going On This Crazy Ride Anniversary right back! Thanks for giving me such an amazing amount of inspiration. I’m so thankful for that and you!
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Not a word. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Who knows. Maybe I’ll even do you the courtesy of bringing home an additional cronut. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Y’know, since Bruce seems to like those so much.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Are you trying to bribe my silence with cronuts, Kurt Hummel?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m staring at half a torso and one arm that was stuffed under the bed and one additional cronut is supposed to stop me from sharing this with my best friend? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I don’t know. I can always go buy my own sweets. But this. This is a pricelessly adorable opportunity that would be a shame to pass up..
The loft was quiet. Only the soft sounds of people breathing as they slept. And a soft mumbling noise of the television in the living room as Blaine stirred enough next to Kurt that he figured getting up and grabbing a glass of water was probably a good idea before he woke up his fiance’. Bare feet slid into puffy, soft wool lined slippers and he shrugged into a dark crimson robe before pulling apart the ‘privacy curtain’ to Kurt’s room. One more glance to the man stretching himself out sleepily just to make sure he hadn’t done the opposite of what he was trying to do and Blaine was gone to the kitchen.
He’d nearly missed the back of Puck’s head creating a roundish shadow in front of the television he figured their friend had fallen asleep watching. “You’re still awake,” he whispered pulling the door to the fridge open, “Can’t sleep?” Thinking better, he grabbed the milk and snatched a box of hot chocolate off the top of the fridge before the space around him went dark again when he nudged the fridge closed with the back of his heel. “Want some company?” Though he was already grabbing two mugs and setting them next to the milk and box on the counter.
“Really? Legit, huh? Thanks, Puck! Can you, please, give that message to Kurt? I’m not sure he shares the same opinion..”
Blaine couldn’t believe the time that stared back at him when he hit the button on his phone to make the screen glow. 2:36am. So much for getting out of the theater at any sensible time. Did he really lose track of time that bad? Apparently so. But the acoustics when it was only him and a security guard he barely saw past eleven o’clock were too beautiful not to play and write until his heart was content and all the music he had to get out of his mind onto paper stopped.
Though once he stepped outside into the freezing New York City winter? Maybe cutting himself off before the temperature dropped to a ridiculous amount of awful would have been the better idea. Frigid or not. One thing you could rely on unless the city looked like the Day After Tomorrow was the cab system. Breath coming out in clouds of gray, he jogged to the sidewalk waving the entire way there to get it’s attention..and practically collided with someone doing the same thing.
“Sorry!” The cab came to an abrupt stop, the horn honked and the driver yelled to them to get in through the window he refused to wind down. “I..um.. It’s freezing but I can go back in there.” He thumbed towards the dark theater just behind them. “You take this one.”
“Um..? Miss Rhodes?” Blaine’s quiet approach towards the piano where he walked into the choir room earlier than the rest of the class and saw the blonde woman curled up on the piano bench using a stack of three books as a pillow. Did she sleep here? There was about forty five minutes before anyone was going to start filing in. Except Kurt. Who was at the Lima Bean fetching their morning coffee they planned on sitting out in the courtyard to enjoy before class. Still. They had a good twenty minutes or more before he showed up. He shrugged out of the heavy grey wool coat he wore buttoned all the way to a navy scarf and bent to cover her up with it trying not to wake her up until he had to.
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