text — blaine ; No offense taken. text — blaine ; Though we should probably change the subject. text — blaine ; How’s Tina? text — blaine ; 😊
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Good.. Thank you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yeah. I think we should. Definitely.
[nearly two hours later.] ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Tina is Tina. You know how she can be but she’s a good friend and means well. Mostly. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Currently, she’s my lifesaver. She’s coming over tonight to keep me company. My parents are out of town and she has a soup she swears is going to get rid of this cold once and for all. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
I don’t know what I’d do without her.
♪♬ INDEPENDENT BLAINE ANDERSON FROM FOX’S GLEE. AS LOVED BY J. ♬♪
It was dark and Hunter was right there. A piercing, expectant glare that even in the dim lighting made Blaine’s insides twist up into a dozen tightly pulled knots. Six minutes, thirty seven seconds to go. Blaine was sure he could count the number of times in his life where thirty seconds ever felt so LONG. They were already in a stand-off. Not a word was spoken ever since the door was closed. The silence so thick that Blaine was sure he could cut it with a knife if he tried. Outside the door, the murmurs of the other Warblers died out. They were listening. Probably waiting to see who was going to kill the other one first because the friction between the two was getting so bad that neither one of them could keep it private anymore.
Six minutes.. And counting..
A graze of fingertips over his wrist turned stronger, tighter. Was Hunter challenging him? Blaine’s eyes narrowed and snapped down just as he was pulled forward fast enough that he tripped the few steps and landed against Hunter’s chest. It was rising and falling, fast but deep. The silence continued. Again that stare was waiting for him when he looked up. The shadows didn’t do him any favors in offering him a break. Because he saw the arch of a single brow. Hunter infuriated him every time he did that. The military born former Captain knew it was a weakness. That it made him lock up, made his hands tremble. Not today.
Fine. If he wanted a challenge.. He could have what he expected from him the first time. Before Blaine walked away..because they were on a slippery slope to punches being thrown. Or a full blown huge mistake of letting the opposite happen again. At five minutes, Blaine cinched his teeth together and felt his restraint break. The kiss knocked their teeth together and Blaine was sure he cut his lip on Hunter’s. Or came damn close to it. But, enough was enough. And his tongue soothed his own lip before breaking through the barrier between Hunter’s lips and seeking out his. Nevermind at four minutes at fifty-six seconds, Blaine let out a throated noise he hated himself for making, fingers curled against Hunter’s neck. He should just choke him, do the world a favor. But instead, they pulled him closer.
“Rhetorical question, Lurch. Hold it, people!” The words were barely out of her mouth and someone had already rushed to turn off the music. “Take five or work on your double pirouettes. I don’t care, do something,” she said, narrowing her eyes at Blaine as she zeroed in on him. “What’s your problem today? That wasn’t rhetorical, by the way.”
The second time the pet name was used on him, he let it go. In the grand scheme of things? Being called Lurch because of his hair was the least of his issues. However, passing this class was near the top of them. Along with the rest of the others the normally overachieving, polite student who’d been becoming increasingly distant and not quite overachieving the past few weeks was struggling with. Blaine felt his stomach fill with ice and then plummet to the floor the minute Cassandra called out for everyone to stop. It was cemented under the floorboards when she turned her narrow gaze directly at him. Stuttering to say anything, his eyes were practically screaming an apology to make up for his lack of knowing what to say and not have it sound like some flimsy reason for his routine falling apart.
“I.. There’s nothing I can tell you that isn’t going to sound like I’m only trying to make an excuse for myself. I’ll get it together. Starting now..,” he swallowed the lump in his throat to keep from rambling on further as he felt himself close to doing the opposite.
Connor didn’t have an ‘off button’. How Blaine could let that slip past his mind, he had no idea. Mental note for next time. Though he was fairly sure changing this leopard’s spots was going to be impossible. He knew Connor was loving the playful hell he was putting him through. One look into Connor’s dark eyes dancing with happiness at himself was all it took for verify the thought. If someone had a need to check in the first place.
Blaine choked on his coffee. Choked. When the lighthearted way he was listening to Connor’s banter came back to bite his rear in the form of a particular image painted with one of the things Connor might do to him in that situation flashed in his mind. With watery eyes due to caffeine up the nose, he stared at the table and shook his head before looking back up and TRYING so hard to fire back ANYTHING that was going to get him ground to catch his footing on. “I..” Dang it! Bad time to pause! “Good luck getting any of that by calling me Smurfster. Contrary to popular belief..or maybe just your own… names like that are NOT the way to get anyone.. By anyone, we’re referring to me, in nothing but their–aka my–tie..”
Don’t laugh. Whatever you do. Don’t laugh. …Breathe.. Poor Sebastian. He didn’t deserve that!
In spite of his efforts, Blaine did crack a smile and the laugh he tried to swallow escape about halfway before he was able to force it down. The light in his eyes remained and, surprisingly, didn’t fade even after the very overt insinuation that was all way too true for him to deny. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t sit back hard against his chair and go a kaleidoscope of crimsons all the way down to his neck where they disappeared underneath his crisp white collar.
“I.. Connor!” Blaine skipped right over the comment about any sort of pelvic movements so blatantly that he couldn’t even pretend not to. “I’d be careful. If that gets back to Sebastian? You might end up with a lacrosse stick somewhere you don’t want it to be..”
Have anyone mentioned how perfect your ass is in those pants?’
Just like poof!! In the blink of an eye, the sassy retort he was about to give Connor was ripped right out of his mouth. The Warbler stopped mid-attempt to stand up with his mouth open and an owlish stare towards Trent who stumbled away from his slight eavesdropping glowing more red than the crimson washing over Blaine’s nose and cheeks. Trying to gain some of his composure back, Blaine palmed the gaping expression off his face and shot Connor a flustered smile that was his attempt at a grin. So close, yet so far.
“I don’t think anyone but you…and maybe Sebastian with his overt hints that aren’t really hints at all..has the nerve to pull that off. You’re impossible. You know that. Right?”
“Yeah. You should own it.. However, I’m not too sure anyone but you is going to appreciate me jumping on board that train. Eyeliner suits you. I’m not entirely convinced I have the..umm..personality to pull your look off.”
“I know! BUT! We booked these plane tickets drunk out of our heads. All I can say is tomorrow, when we’re sober, do you really think we’re going to actually get on a random flight to…
Where did you say we were going again?”
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.
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