Rachel quietly moved through her room, looking for something to wear, feeling a little more energised than she had been when she’d left school earlier that day. “Really? You Warblers always seem to have perfectly cool composures whenever I’ve seen you all,” she told him with a grin, picking out her favourite carousel horse sweater and laying flat on her bed, rolling her eyes at her next comment. “Very funny, Blaine Warbler,” she added with a roll of her eyes, happy to take it all in jest, after all, it was a lot better than the humiliation that she’d faced at school that day. Walking around the hallways covered in another person’s vomit tended to give a girl the wrong sort of attention.
Placing her phone on the bed, she flicked it onto loudspeaker as she quickly got herself changed into something a little more suitable for a coffee date at the Lima Bean. “Oh god yes, I mean, I didn’t even want to throw a party in the first place, talk about peer pressure,” she laughed as she tugged her shirt over her head, swapping it for her sweater, “What about you though? You were hitting things pretty hard that night too,”
Coffee in hand, Blaine stepped over to the bar to doctor up his medium drip keeping himself out of people’s way so he could continue to talk and not be a bother. Embarrassedly laughing in spite of himself, his nose crinkled at the memory of Rachel’s Party The Day After. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear about it. I woke up in Kurt’s bed not knowing where the heck I was.” Oh God that was a painfully weird way to start the day. Only having met Burt a few other times before–in passing, he was pretty sure that was the most awkward way he ever greeted any of his friends parents. Completely unaware that he was even talking to someone at first before he threw himself back under a pillow and tried to sink away from the throbbing in his head. The morning just went downhill from there.
“I don’t think the headache stopped until the next day. And I made Kurt’s Dad super awkward when I, finally, came downstairs. I’m sure it looked awful since he barely knows me. He didn’t even know I was there. I don’t think I ever apologized so hard in my life once I realized he was the one who woke me up.” God, he hoped Burt Hummel didn’t think horribly of him after that. Kurt reassured him he didn’t. Blaine hoped that was the case.. Now that he had his coffee perfectly made, the Warbler stole a table by the window so they would have one once Rachel got there. “That mess aside? It was a great night, though. I really had a good time. Hope you did, too?”
When they first met, Barry wasn’t sure where this would go. Would it lead to something more than just friendship? Would they remain as just friends? The speedster wasn’t sure, but he had taken the leap. And here they were, Barry was more than happy, it was amazing, and it seemed like a dream sometimes. A dream among the nightmares he would sometimes experience, ones he’s yet to completely tell Blaine about. That’s where his guilt laid, the other didn’t know he was the Flash, didn’t know the dangers that came with being with Barry. At first he believed it was merely paranoia, nothing more, and nothings less. He was wrong. Blaine was in danger, and Barry would do anything in his power to protect him. Even from himself. It’s the last thing he wanted. To be separated from the man he loved.
Hearing his voice, it was both soothing, and painful. If he carried this out, this might be the last time he would hear. Barry will no longer wake up to the sound of his voice. The sounds of his laughter, his ridiculous enthusiasm when it came to disco music, or when he sang. He would never get the chance to fall down on one knee, and ask that question he wanted to for the past few months. It made his heart ache in such a painful manner, this was the… right choice. Regardless of how devastated Blaine might be, he deserved so much more than the CSI could give. He’d just bring him down, this amazing sunshine, and he can’t let that happen. It was hard to look up at him, eyes lingering on his clasped hands, fidgeting with his fingers.”Blaine,” I’m sorry, “I’m… moving back, to my old place.” There he said it out loud.Saying the words didn’t make it any easier, and the regret he felt inside just seemed to intensified.
He was about to break his heart, and he didn’t warrant such a thing. Blaine… was such a selfless person, kind, and sweet. Barry didn’t deserve him. “I…Blaine, I love you, but I have to do this,” the urge to tell him the truth, to be honest, it was so overwhelming. Just tell him, tell him all he needed to know. The reason for the nightmares, the reason why sometimes it seemed like he was just drowning in guilt. Be open for once. Green eyes met those indescribable hazel ones again, this was much harder than he originally believed. Could he truly go through with it? “I’m not good for you, Blaine, I’ll bring you down, and you don’t deserve that. You’re a brilliant star, you deserve better.”
”Blaine. I’m… moving back, to my old place.”
He didn’t just hear what he thought he heard.. Did he? Denial was the first sensical thing that could follow hearing something so sudden. So out of the blue that nothing in his world could have lead him to even think that he’d ever hear Barry say anything like that to him. There’s a trust between them. One that ran deep and strong and unbreakable. Because that’s what you put into someone when you hand them your heart. Your devotion. Your world. You let them become your world because the one that was once yours without them was always missing something. That something was them. All along it was them.
So.. You give everything you are to that person (your hopes, your dreams, your plans for the future..cause they’re a part of you and all of that) and they give everything back. Once you hold everything they are in the palm of your hand? You don’t just drop them. They don’t drop you either. They can’t. You don’t wake up one day and stop caring about them. You don’t kiss them goodbye on their way to work like all the other mornings you’ve shared over the years then welcome them home just to say goodbye and snuff that love out like a burnt up match.
You don’t DO that.
That’s why.. The words hit him with the sheer force of an impact so brutally hard that felt like he’d thrown himself in front of a freight train and tried to stop it dead on the tracks. They stole his breath, caved in his throat and he was pretty sure injected themselves into his veins and flooded them with a numb ache. A sensation he never thought existed because of the sheer ridiculousness of until he heard what he never thought he’d ear. How can numb possibly hurt? Well.. It can..and Blaine felt it from head to toe.
“Please don’t keep talking.. Please, stop..” His voice was weak enough that Barry could talk over it easily. Did he even give his tongue room enough to actually speak that? Or did he just think it? He must’ve just thought it. Cause Barry was telling him that he loved him and this was for his own good. Blaine had no idea what good was. Not like this. Not as of ten seconds ago. Cause his good was gone and he was still racing to catch his breath and try to wrap his head around what was happening. There were tears in his eyes. He felt them. Tears and more tears and he couldn’t hold them in because he couldn’t make anything work. Fingertips pressed into the hollows of his eyes, blocking Barry and the world and what was happening from view as he tried to wipe them away and hide. “Don’t do this to us.” He had to beg between the sides of his hands while there was a fraction of an us to beg for. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you realize that you are good for me. You always have been. I’m sorry I didn’t do enough to show you before.” His fingers spread open and round, watery eyes stared down at him. “I love you and I need you to love me back..and stay. Please?”
“Everyone has a little bit of stage fright when they first start. But? You’re going to be amazing.. Once you’re out there and everything starts? The fear fades away and it’s the best feeling in the world.” Blaine gently took her hand and gave it a soft, comforting squeeze. An encouraging smile followed. “I promise. You’ve worked so hard for this.. Now, you get to enjoy it.”
Of course he’d hate it. He knew Blaine was going to hate it. Sebastian was usually blunt and straight to the point even with Blaine who could react quite badly, but for fucks sake he had to lie about this outfit being hotter. It was a stupid white lie so that he’d wear it without a fit but it seems Blaine has seen through the bullshit once again. Of course the thing was hideous but Blaine had agreed to do this fashion show. If he wasn’t going to do it the right way than what the hell was he going to tell the designer? Sebastian feels the headache coming on from just thinking about the mess alone that is Blaine having a diva meltdown and him having to go talk to her.
Green hues having a fed up glare in them, he hangs the outfit on the small silver rack of clothing and rolls his eyes. Why, despite his behavior, did Sebastian always want to continue pleasing him and assisting him? He could quit right now if he wanted but the thing is – he didn’t want to! It was a confusing mental war he had with himself every day. Plus of course he needed the money. Finally, arms cross against his chest and he raises an eyebrow. ❝But it was made custom for you. She can’t just put it on a fucking model and call it good. This is a fashion show, Mr. Anderson — to showcase her WORK. You’ve signed a contract agreeing to go out there wearing her clothes so its probably a good idea to wear the damn thing even if she did change it last minute.❞
Blaine can feel his pulse picking up the longer Sebastian insists that he put on the hot mess hanging from his hand. There was absolutely no amount of begging and pleading or going the opposite route with trying to use some tough love or logic that was going to change his mind. The press would have a field day with comments about what he looked like. His fans will think he’s on drugs or had some sort of mental fashion breakdown. AND that barely touches on the thousands of comments that will be waiting for him all over social media. Not that he cares what people say… Not at all. Oh God, he does Read one horrible review of yourself and you’ll never want to do it again. Or you’ll become something else to make sure that feeling never repeats itself.
Sebastian is doing his best to convince him to commit career suicide (okay, he’ll still wake up famous tomorrow but he’s getting worked up and this is getting worse by the minute) and he isn’t having anything of it. Long, thin fingers snap up with his palm facing his assistant. Both brows freeze in place as high up on his forehead as they can. Fire blazes behind his golden hazel eyes and ALLLL over his face is one word. N o. “If you bring that thing closer, I swear to God, I’ll find some scissors and turn that back into the Kleenex it was obviously made out of.” His fingers curl towards his palm and then both hands twist into tight fists shoved against hip bones barely covered by the waistband of his leather pants and belt. “Go tell her to find a model. Throw it in the trash where it belongs. Or…,” he decides..even better, “If she wants her entertainment to stick around and not tell her to go to hell? Don’t ask them to publically humiliate themselves or..they–aka I–am out of this hell.” And now we are entering Code Red. So says the tell tale biting of his bottom lip that warns..this is about to get even more UGLY.
He can’t recall the last time he met a man so care free. No matter how young he can’t help but see traces of burden on too many shoulders. Even the loud, obnoxious children he could roll his eyes at only behave as such because their parents don’t listen. A little boy repeats the word ‘mum’ ten times rapidly and she still doesn’t look up from her phone to address him. In anyone there were small signs to anxieties or other stress, frustration, possibly even fear. No one was without their burdens, their demons.
This man would surely be the be the same as anyone else but in this moment he was bright and calm and going on about nothing but how much he loved dogs. His smile becomes infectious, brightening Michael’s own as he watches and listens. “This is my second walk with her but her owner’s building is just down the block from mine, only local one that allows pets so it’s full of them. If you ever feel like borrowing a dog it’s definitely the place to go.” He explains lightly, despite his motives being slightly less innocent than that. He liked the animals, truly. Sweet things sometimes frustrating but all simply needed to be taught and loved on. He wishes from time to time that he could have one of his own but when walking as many animals as he was and still on the street at night it didn’t take a genius to know that he couldn’t afford another mouth to feed.
“Where is this place and can I get an apartment there,” he joked lightly as the furry ball of sweetness climbed up onto his lap. Blaine let her stay there because..how could you chase her away if you have any sort of soul? Fur covered pants weren’t really much of a bother. Not when it was the small price to pay for getting a lap full of pure, simple dog love. He was pretty sure he had a lint roller somewhere at the theatre. If not? Then some tape would do. “Kidding. I don’t think I can up and move but wow that is a temptation that’s hard to resist.”
The cold press of a nose against his neck drew his attention to the side. Apple’s nuzzle was beyond words but his facial expression said it all. Matching her puppy-eyed stare with one of his own–Blaine melted and would’ve handed his soul over to the tiny cutie if she asked for it. The tip of his finger scratched the bridge of her muzzle and she was back in his lap, tail wagging and her stupid, giddy face stared up at Michael in perfect unison with Blaine’s gaze returning back up at him. Both sets of wide eyes read across Michael’s expression. Blaine only just tuning into the fact he was probably holding him up long past the polite fuss any dog lover would welcome being given to their baby. And she wasn’t even his to want it for. Oh boy.
“I’m sorry. Got caught up..,” his nose wrinkled from a cringe, “I’m keeping you, aren’t I?” His smile wobbled on the oops! side of embarrassment before he carefully started to uncross his legs so he could stand up and let the poor man escape if he needed to.
text — blaine ; Maybe it’s about time you finally stocked up on some of that good ol’ tea and honey. text — blaine ; When Harry Met Sally. text — blaine ; 🙂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You couldn’t be any more right. I’ll make sure to grab some on my way home from school. There’s no way I want this when you’re here. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
The last thing I need is to be carting a box of Kleenex everywhere we go. How attractive is that?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Yeah. Exactly. When Harry Met Sally. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
I’m still holding onto.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Don’t they get together in the end..?
( mssg » hunter | sent ) What is happening at that school is an utter disgrace to the Warblers and everything they stand for. If you’re their leader like you say you are? It’s your responsibility to build them up. To build Dalton up. Not to turn it into a complete travesty. ( mssg » hunter | sent ) And that is exactly what is happening. Under your watch. Why would I want to be a part of that? Especially after I’ve said no once before?
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