Sebastian eyed Blaine from the corner of his eyes, as he finished setting the movie, once he realized Blaine hadn’t. He saw his hesitation and wavered. “Everything alright…?” He asked, hesitant, himself. He should have googled it. But then it looked like Blaine’s face was lighting up, and Sebastian waited, batted breath. He heard the questions, and pinched his nose, awkwardness welling up. Whelp. “I… Never done it before.” He admitted, the lightest flush on his face, which was something of an unicorn. “Not much of a tea buff.” He scrunched up his nose. “If you’d asked for a espresso…” He pointed out, raising an eyebrow, as he hit play. “You want one?” He could do that.
He gave Blaine an inquiring look, and just then the bell rang. “Food.” He mentioned, getting up with a groan, and walking over to the door, grabbing his wallet from an end table on the way. “Hey, gorgeous.” “Hey there.” He cleared his throat, as he still smirked sideways, because it was his prerogative to flirt with Freddie. He fished out the money and some extra and pushed it into the boy’s pocket. “Not tonight, Freddie.” “Got company already?” Sebastian nodded, and got the bags, Freddie smiled at him. “Put in some extra fries for you. See you soon?” Sebastian smiled, smug. “Later.” He watched him leave, and was turning to get the burgers inside, when the pizza arrived, and the chinese, soon after that.
He got it all and strolled back to the living room. “Hope you’re hungry.” He announced, as he set the box with the pile of bags on top, down on the coffee table. “You want coke? Or a little something more?” He asked, as he opened the bags and started to spread the food around, chinese food boxes, and burgers and fries, and opening up the pizza box. “We’ve got the Attorney’s bar all to ourselves.” He noted, then he was finished. “A la Smythe.” He made a bow like a fancy waiter, one arm pressed against his chest, then fell sat on the couch, putting his feet up the coffee table, after grabbing a burger.
“The fact that you tried is all that matters,” he smiled so wide his cheeks nearly swallowed up the corners of his eyes. The first real, huge smile he’s had in weeks it feels like. Where it wasn’t forced, faked or filled with doubt that he should be smiling when a world of apologies was waiting behind the gesture. Seeing the blush on Sebastian’s cheeks? No matter how faint the crimson was on the freckled ivory skin Blaine came to be utterly fascinated by more often than he’d ever admit? Knowing he put it there made him feel warm inside. Proud of himself, even. Content? Yes. Content. “Oh? Coffee? Maybe after dinner.” Wasn’t their food close by now? Then, like mucked up tea and the need for some serious face stuffing summoned the first round? There it was. “Speaking of which,” Blaine thumbed towards the door when the bell went off.
Hazel eyes still sparkling from his chuckle followed Sebastian’s retreat as he blindly sat the tea mug on the end table. He listened to the exchange and turned to look away from the direction if came from when it became a bit awkward feeling like the third wheel to the food delivery guy. How stupid was it to think he should? Sebastian was a flirt. Always had been. Blaine was just not used to hearing those kinds of affections go to anyone else other than him. Which he had no right to stake a claim to considering he was taken every time they were. But there’s something in the exchange that made him feel…different. Sebastian bragged about his escapades to anyone who would listen. However. At the end of the day? That tone of voice was only ever truly directed at him. Even if he only waved it off, blushed or looked away? He was greedy and flawed enough to admit (only to himself) that Sebastian’s attention was something he cherished because he felt like it was his..and his only. Not for Rachel, not on New York, not towards anyone or anywhere else but for him. Selfish much?
One after another, their dinners arrived and by the time Sebastian returned to the living room? Blaine let the misplaced and very much unwarranted awkwardness go, trading it for relief that Sebastian was back and the smell of the sweet and sour chicken inside one of those bags forcing him to realize he hadn’t eaten since New York (lunch with Kurt before their night out..) again. A rumble in his stomach followed and his hand rested on his belly trying to muffle it. “Wow. That’s..alot,” he laughed at Sebastian’s bow and the massive amount of food laid out for their taking. “Um.. Coke and something a little bit more please? Whenever is fine.” Cause he could go for both and pretending a drink wasn’t a good idea was as dumb as his momentary lapse of sanity less than a minute ago. “Hold on. I’ve done nothing for this feast. Let me go fix our drinks. I remember where the bar is,” he grinned and climbed off the massive sofa bed grabbing an egg roll along the way. “What do you want? Say it now or I make it up.” He shot the lanky boy on the couch a raised brow. Don’t test him. He totally would.
That was all the confirmation he needed. Blaine smiled a small smile full of adoration for the man sitting beside him on the couch. They’d been so close to doing this so many times. Walls came up, his conviction crumbled and usually he was the one to slam on the breaks, breathe in as fast as he could and change the subject. But tonight? Tonight he needed Dave, needed them, needed this. And without so much as a single moment of pause, once the permission was given?
Their lips met gently at first. Softness that was more exploratory than diving right in. This kiss meant so much, as small as it started it was anything but. Their lips meeting felt like turning a page. A new, fresh one waited for him past all the ones with scribbled thoughts and jumbled memories. Nudging him closer with a firmer press, Blaine’s breath ran hot against Dave’s cheek. Butterflies.
Sebastian was already driving, when the next texts came through, siri spelling it out for him as he sighed. Figures Blaine would be a troublesome drunk. He’d caught a sliver of it before, but never got to truly experience it, before Kurt got in the way. “Still think you’re that bad, huh? We both know you’re not, killer. Stay put. The real bad here’s coming for you.” He dictated, back, as he stepped harder on the speed pedal. He didn’t want anything to happen to Blaine, ever, and specially not when he’d trusted Sebastian of all people to come fetch him and look out for him. Sebastian had every intention to see him safe and sound, tucked in bed, before the night was over.
He made it through the city, until he reached the more isolated part of town, where gay bars, and freaks like them, frequented. He tightened his shoulders. He hoped Blaine wasn’t walking around. He relaxed as soon as he approached the right block, and spotted a gelled head sat on a street bank. Thank the Devil, and Bacchus, and every power that protected drunkards, and bohemians.
He pulled over, drawing down the windows. “My… If this is where all hot schoolboys hide, I might just have to pop around more often.” He parked then got out, walking towards him. “Time to go, killer. Your smooth ride’s here.”
Walking until he figured he wasn’t sure where to go from here, Blaine flopped down on the edge of the pavement and dug his heels into the rocks, dirt and whatever else sort of treading he could get to keep his knees bent and his legs from falling. It wasn’t the most clean sort of place. Or comfortable. At least he wasn’t sitting just outside the club where people kept coming and going and asking him if he was okay. This would do for now. Until Sebastian got here.
Speaking of the Devil! Didn’t his phone go off a few steps ago? Oh! Yeah! Blaine fished it out of his pocket having to lift his hips up to reach it and stared until the screen blurred into one blurry image that a squint finally let him make out. Ha! Stay put! Like he was getting up any time soon. Nope! He didn’t bother texting back but promised Sebastian with a firm nod of his head that he’d stay put. The glowing bar sign was only less than twenty or so yards behind him, close enough. Sebastian would have to pass by anyway. Kicking at the dirt, he swayed to the right when the sound of a car stopping caught his attention long enough to drag it up from whatever rocks were underneath the sole of his shoe. Sebastian!
“Sebastian! Hi...” An easy, lopsided grin greeted the taller of the pair as he drew near. Blaine waved off the hot schoolboys comment with a roll of his eyes and a drawn out, “Nahhh. I think they’re still inside,” that was a jumble of tones and run-on words. Two attempts to get up had him flustered each time they failed until his hand reached up, fingers wriggling for help!
Okay, well, Dave hadn’t been expecting the conversation to take this turn. Not that he was complaining because he absolutely wasn’t. Dave liked the idea of being close to Blaine, he liked the idea of cuddling too so this was a win win in his books. He just had to hope that Blaine wouldn’t grow to hate it.
He knew that he was on the larger size of life and he knew that he might not be too comfortable to some people but he hoped that Blaine wouldn’t mind it. So he finally settled himself down next to Blaine and smiled, arm curling around his waist. “I can be the big spoon, if you want.” He preferred being the big spoon, he was tall so it made sense but it also meant he didn’t need to face the awkwardness of someones’ arm around his large tummy.
Blaine held his breath until he saw Dave stand. Was he pushing things? Expecting too much when Dave was only being kind? But just when he was sure it was about time to go find a shovel and dig a hole for himself to crawl into? A hesitant few seconds was all it took. Given his past several months? It was hard not to think the worst. Even though he was trying his best to let the part of himself that did that go? It’d resurfaced with a vengeance and he was getting there. Day by day as current company has been telling him since night one.
Dave climbed into the bed and began to scoot near. Blaine decided it was okay to breathe again. He even stole a moment to lean over Dave and press a soft kiss to his cheek before stretching back out, his back fit itself against Dave’s chest perfectly. There was warm and comfort to be found. Right here. “This time? That would be great. I can always return the favor another time. Don’t think I can’t big spoon the heck out of you because I totally can.” Reaching back, their fingers were quickly laced together again and he pulled Dave’s arm around his middle. The weight of the world seemed to melt off his shoulders and he sighed against the pillow. “Is this okay?”
[ UNSENT → ALFALFA ] : I’m too hungover for this [ SENT → ALFALFA ] : Listen, Alfalfa, you think you’re miserable now? I can make your life a living hell. [ SENT → ALFALFA ] : One last chance to delete and forget. Because I won’t. [ SENT → ALFALFA ] : I understand it must be difficult to think with all the hair gel causing your skull to cave in, but I think you’ll come to the right decision.
( mssg » miss july | sent) They’re deleted. ( mssg » miss july | sent) Enjoy your day. I’m sure it’ll be as amazing as you are.
Blaine looked tired, so much so that Dave was surprised he was still awake. What with how dopey he looked because of the exhaustion; though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit pleased that Blaine was still awake. He watched carefully as Blaine’s arm unfolded and his hand fell to the bed, facing up to the ceiling — ready to be held. Or at least, that was what it looked like. Dave did step in a little closer and took a seat closer to the bed, fingers lacing in with Blaine’s a little cautiously. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t wanna intrude.”
Tired? Very much. But not going down without a fight. Having company that was uniquely Dave (removed from all things New York and everything that happened there) was something Blaine was beginning to treasure, look forward to and rely on. When he’d told himself maybe relying on people was the last thing he should do. Yet, here we are. Nature is hard to break..
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he smiled from underneath his palm and wrist. His gaze went soft. “Yes, I’m sure.” No sooner did he open his gaze back up and find Dave’s than Dave’s hand was slipping into his. Blaine’s fingers instantly curled through his fingers and gave him a gentle tug. “I’ll even let you pick which size of spoon you prefer,” his grin went lopsided teasing him just to earn a smile. “Cause that’s kinda my thing and no one is immune.”
[ + killer ] right. [ + killer ] the games you play with my fragile heart, blaine anderson. [ + killer ] you don’t say. [ + killer ] because you wanted to give us all mortals a shot at catching up? [ + killer ] THREE guys?? well, well. i’m very impressed. [ + killer ] all i’ve ever wanted. [ + killer ] we’ll see about that once i get there, bud. if you got keys, i’ll sneak you in.
Sebastian was already moving, even as he picked up the phone at intervals, to text back, grabbing a new shirt, shrugging a blazer on, and putting on his shoes. He was by his door when he noticed Blaine hadn’t pinged him yet.
[ + killer ] buddy? i’ma need you to give me that location, now.
One minute later he was inside the car, the one his father’d given to him as a birthday gift a while ago. He started it and checked his phone again, before setting the GPS and starting after Blaine.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) t’s true becase i think you deserve rmeo then a text booty call.w ehre’s the class in thaT? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) befoer you can ask mewhere the class in this is? i already asked msefl taht like a second ago. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) More liek two and a half cause I’m only paying half attention to the one that’s a litle creepy. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) sneak me in? tHeres no one home for you to sneak me past. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) guess who got ourside?
Blaine was over the moon by the time he got outside the bar. Bright eyes that were nearly bursting with not-so-sober giddiness that he once would never have stepped foot outside alone to chase after at the bottom of a glass. Most of the time he’d encourage anyone he cared about from going out alone to drink without a buddy. Heck, even a stranger would, probably, get his advice. Even if they wanted it or not. Yet, here he was. Unpredictably..here.
Speaking of here! He forgot to finish what he was saying. A proud, happy grin over his front teeth later and he pressed send on a two letter reply.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) me.
Only that was the last thing he sent before his phone vibrated in his hand. Shut eyes snapped open and he lifted his head off the wooden pillar beside the bench he’d rested it on. A notification hit Sebastian’s phone. Could you take a guess where it blipped from?
pianokeysandbowties 