He was far beyond the point that much could embarrass him per se, but he has to admit there was a certain amount of discomfort that came with comparing his own slightly tattered appearance to the other man’s. He was clean and put together- though admittedly he did seem rather tired as well. Michael on the other hand was in jeans so old that the ends of each leg and the knees were beginning to wear away, his shirt with a band logo from the 80s on it likely originated from a grown man’s closet before ending up at the Good Will Michael got it from, and the mess of curls on his head was just barely tamable.
“Not really.” Mentally Michael shakes his head at himself for comparing to a stranger to begin with, even if it was no more than a moment of his time. At least the other didn’t see to be thinking the same way that Michael did, instead doing the one thing that could get the small dog to stay in one place; petting her. “Apple. Not my idea, for the record. I just walk her.” Though he did think it was cute, in complete honesty.
Blaine didn’t seem to notice how different he and Michael were put together. Honestly, it was because it hadn’t. It was the dog he noticed. Obviously. Because she nearly tangled his legs up past the point of any sort of graceful untying he could’ve done even with Michael’s help. AKA. On the ground with his legs a mess trying to salvage his pride because a tiny furball took him out. Well. It would be a lie to say he didn’t notice anything about Michael. His smile was sweet. And his help freeing him from his little new best friend was endearing because he was so concerned over absolutely nothing. His clothes? Or their differences? Didn’t really register.
“Apple?” His heart melted. Who names their dog Apple? However. Two seconds of looking back at her and he couldn’t imagine anything better. Soft eyes brightened with a spark that didn’t seem to want to fade as Blaine laughed and decided to sit down on the sidewalk (he could waste a little more time..why not? he’d just rush to catch up later.) beside the fluffy cutie and let her paw at his lap. Coffee put to the side, now both hands were free to rub her head and give her ears a scratch. “I think that’s about the cutest name I’ve ever heard How long have you been walking her? And, God, how do you give her back? Maybe this is just a sign I really need to get a dog…,” he mused with a hum, “I keep thinking about it but never took the plunge and just live vicariously through strangers on the street. I think I’m going to get the reputation of creeper-dog-petting-guy soon. Serial Dog Lover? Is that a thing? I might make it one if it isn’t.” Queue more lighthearted giggles as he met Michael’s gaze and shrugged helplessly.
“You can’t think like that, Squirt, you’re not going to let anyone down,” Cooper told him, his voice was a little firmer than usual, mostly because he hated Blaine being so hard on himself. That wasn’t his kid brother, and he didn’t want him ending up on some sort of downward spiral. He turned his head to the side when Blaine dropped down into the vacant seat next to him. He let out a sigh, turning his body a little more so that he was facing him directly, and placed his hands on Blaine’s shoulders as he forced him to look at him. “I’m more worried about tonight, if I’m being honest, B,” his voice was a little softer now, tipping his head a little so that he could meet Blaine’s eyes, like he was trying to find something in them, something that Blaine wasn’t saying aloud.
“You sure this is just about the competition?” he asked, his question lingering in the air as he removed a hand to let Blaine pick up his cup to take a sip of his drink. He could smell his own drink, but that could wait a few more minutes, he just wanted answers right now. “You know you can talk to me Squirt, about anything,”
Cooper settling in close with his hands on his shoulders caught Blaine’s attention more than just the sound of his voice as they spoke and Blaine did his best to make his own steady and not so lost. The warmth seeping into his skin from Cooper’s palms was much more comforting than sitting at a table, close to someone but still feeling alone. Hearing that Cooper was worried pushed Blaine’s bottom lip up against the other in an apologetic pout of a frown. He met Cooper’s gaze only after his brother chased his down a couple times as Blaine tried to dart his to more neutral territory before Cooper ended up locking his attention into his bright blue stare.
The question hit him square in the chest. He wasn’t fully prepared to answer something he came downstairs to try to shake off. “I… I know I can. I promise. It’s not that I don’t think I can talk to you, Coop.” Raising a hand to cover the top of the one Cooper left behind on his shoulder, Blaine gave his hand a squeeze and his expression softened. “It’s not that. I’m just,” he frowned hating that he was still trying to find excuses or skirt around the question even when Cooper was clearly concerned. Caving in, Blaine deflated and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I just feel like this is the only thing I can control right now. Everything else, in my life and head, is just so chaotic. This is the one thing that shouldn’t be but I can’t focus enough for it not to start slipping into that same mess and it feels like it is..”
Dave: Does that qualify as the weirdest thing you’ve done or the weirdest thing that’s been done to you through witness though? Dave: I can believe the silver mime was too close to the others turf. I’m totally on the gold mime’s side here. Dave: Sinners Repent was the best slogan the street preacher could come up with? Nothing about hellfire and damnation. It’s like everybody’s phoning it in these days.
(a full minute passes)
Dave: You must have gotten a new cell phone. Dave: What would you say if I told you we know each other like really well? Like super well and at least one of us is going to feel 1000 percent more awkward after the reveal?
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Good question. I didn’t think about it that way. You have a point. 🙂 ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) The gold mime looked like he was going to win anyway. ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Well. Do you really think the people that hold those signs up have much of an imagination that isn’t swallowed up by picturing the end of the world?
(after Dave’s pause..)
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) I did. ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) I’d say this conversation just got very interesting. There’s not a whole lot of people I’d feel too awkward talking to if I gave them my number. ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) I mean a couple but there’s no way you’re one of them. Who is this? Now, I have to know.
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There was no explanation that came with what was happening, no drop of water or thunder noises before the storm. All of the sudden he was just… here. At Dalton. Tears were being let out right in front of the boy that claimed he knew no emotion. But when he saw Blaine cry, he felt that pain deep inside of him. It wasn’t numbness, it was becoming IN SYNC with what the other was laying out in front of him. The look on his face and the glaze of tears on hazel eyes cut somewhere deep in Sebastian. An instinct to protect him. That was an instinct he had never felt with anyone in the whole world besides back when he was a child and he was extremely protective of his mother. For Blaine to come without a warning and break down in front of him at Dalton was something that left him lost for words. Just the two of them alone. Picking up the pieces quickly as possible on how to comfort him. All he wanted to do was hold him, kiss him, and tell him it was going to be okay. But what kind of FALSE HOPE was that when he didn’t know what was wrong? Maybe it wasn’t okay.
What would kissing someone who wasn’t his do? Nothing.
Blaine had a dark side only Sebastian saw because he chose to. He could see what others couldn’t.
Swallowing hard, eyebrows push together as he looks at Blaine who is crying his eyes out. No. No, no, no. Why Blaine? He was too good to cry. Blaine deserved BETTER and whatever or whoever was causing him to cry rivers deserved to be crushed or banished out of the ex-Warbler’s life. If there was one person Sebastian never wanted to see so sad, it was Blaine Anderson. As they sat in Sebastian’s dorm, facing each other on his bed, an arm extends out to place on Blaine’s shoulder. Eyes glance off to a clean T-shirt out of Sebastian’s laundry basket that he had left on the edge of his bed and he scoots closer before he brings the fabric to Blaine’s eyes to wipe wetness from his face. Greens LOCK on hazels. ❝Blaine? You don’t have to tell me what happened. Don’t have to tell me whats wrong. No questions asked. Just promise me you’ll stick around until I know you’re better than when you got here.❞
Dalton was his safe haven. Maybe always will be. In spite of it being the same one that he left behind because his heart belonged to someone who became his home in a completely different way. Kurt was his center. His anchor that kept him steady. Yet, there were times where he would come here to the place that was his ship that kept him from sinking when the waters got too deep, too pitch blackish blue and dark risking dragging the person he loved into the inky depths with him. So he came here. Always. Unannounced and lovingly welcomed regardless of how impromptu his visits were. His first return back was intimidating. A buzz in the back of his head told him that he might be asking too much of the boys who wished him all the best and swore they would always be his brothers as they watched him go with tears in their eyes and smiles on their lips that weren’t quite bright enough to feel real. And every time he walked back through these doors? Their eyes lit up. Their smiles became wide and hopeful. That maybe this time he’d stay. He never did. Because someone was waiting for him. Someone he loves more than anything regardless of not seeking him out for comfort the times when Dalton, and now, Dalton and Sebastian were the only ones who could truly understand what this felt like.
By the time he’s face to face with his rightfully confused friend–the tears he forced dry as he walked down the hall return with a vengeance. They sting and burn his eyes and make his stomach sink with guilt for letting them come out and causing Sebastian more worry. Sebastian is there, like always, ushering him in and sitting him down and stays close. Where Blaine needs him to be. The reason why is the reason he’s here and not with Kurt. Because people like him and Sebastian? And the families they come from? No one really gets it unless they feel it first hand. An endless amount of freedom that most teenagers would be so jealous of and the bottomless credit cards to go with it don’t make up for nights spent alone. For missed dinners. For barely there phone calls to say congratulations. Or that sinking feeling you get when they do happen and you know you just aren’t—-. Blaine meets Sebastian’s concerned stare after a grateful nod for wiping his face dry. “I can never be enough,” and he melts against Sebastian’s side turning his gaze towards the ceiling to ward off more tears so he wouldn’t ruin his effort to wipe them away. “I can never be enough for him.” They both use the same tone when bringing up their fathers. The one that says they’re hurting even if they’re pretending that’s not the case. The one that holds out hope they swear they’ve given up on. “I never will be. Nothing I do..,” he falls into a quiet exasperation, shaking his head and looking back up into Sebastian’s eyes.
❛ I love you, too. ❜ Joy swirled through Kurt’s insides at the sight of little baby Hepburn grabbing hold of her own tiny knuckles and sucking on them lightly, the corners of his mouth easily mirroring Blaine’s as his husband’s kiss lingered. He felt genuinely happy. Content. Like suddenly all was right with the world — just like in one of those old iconic Hollywood movies portrayed by the actress they so happened to name their little girl after. Nine months, though they had sometimes felt incredibly long, couldn’t have prepared him for the new, thrilling experience of being a father. Getting to share all of this with Blaine, just made everything even better;the fact Kurt deemed himself 99.9% positive he had caught a glimpse of his husband’s hues in the small infant’s brand new eyes easily allowing the butterflies in his stomach to do a significant overturn as he simply couldn’t keep himself from staring at the beautiful creature now very much an unwavering and most adorable presence in their already love-filled lives.
❛ I guess it’s kind of hard not to, ❜ he chuckled; changing diapers and the distinctive stench that came along with it definitely far from undeniable despite taking turns at performing the task at hand with nothing but undying love and adoration. ❛ I’m just glad we actively managed to pry her away from auntie Rachel. ❜
Inching down lower on the bed until he was nose to forehead with the tiny girl of his dreams, Blaine’s hand reached over to lace his fingers through Kurt’s. Holding on for dear life as he inhaled the powdery smell of new hair and skin and perfection–his eyes drifted shut as he just let his soul drink in the moment. He laughed quietly remembering the hard pout and burrowed set of brows Rachel gave them before they carried their daughter home. Rachel was adorable and Blaine was every bit the frantic, lip chewing father as he double triple checked if she was okay before doing it again via a phone call right before bed. Even Jesse made a comment he had some serious competition when it came to doting on her. Blaine’s love for Rachel ran deep before they went on this journey together. Now? The connection the three had? It’d be unbreakable for a lifetime. Mental note to call her first thing in the morning. Just to see if she was feeling okay. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rachel’s bottom lip jut out that far. Even in her worst pouting moments. That expression took the cake. How do you think she’s doing?”
Hepburn’s lashes fluttered and he made sure to drop his voice but even the smallest movement made his heart melt. He couldn’t refrain from ghosting his lips across their lengths. Her breath touched his mouth and his heart melted. Oh, he was sunk for her and the man lying beside them. “We should probably put her in her crib. I don’t know if I can do it..” Aka. Help me help us have a snuggling moment because there was no way he had the willpower to do it.
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Honestly– you’re just – amazing & I’m in awe ! Like, I’m convinced you might actually be Blaine Anderson!!??!! Your writing is spectacular and I truly enjoy following & interacting with you, not to mention your undying support to the community/ people as a whole. You are awesome, my friend ! c:
// Okay. This was so freaking sweet! OMFG. I can’t with you! I don’t even know where to begin to tell you how much you enjoying my writing and my Blainers means. For someone who gets overly critical about themselves, this is just so freaking kind and sweet and just … thank you. Far as being here for people? Gotta give love to get love. Right? So, thank you so so much for saying that, too. You’re just as awesome and talented and bootiful ok?
he was lucky. he repeated it to himself. he’d got his time with blaine and now it was over. but at least for those few months he got to feel what it was like. what it was like to have blaine’s hands on him, his fingers on his skin, his lips knotting and loosening him all over again. to feel actually wanted, for more than a quick fuck, if that was even possible. he wasn’t the kind of boy that ever got to feel that in a life time. so that he’d got it for a few months. it was a good thing. it was a one time window into what his life could have been, if so many “ifs” hadn’t happened. but it was too late to change now. and blaine was leaving him, after all. because blaine was that type of boy. that type of man. the one that got to live a life full of every corny thing under the sun, like accomplishment, happiness, even the forbidden “L” word. blaine was supposed to have it all. and sebastian wasn’t supposed to screw it up for him. he was the passing chapter, never the final one. kurt was the final one. sebastian knew that.
sometimes he wondered how he had ever thought otherwise. that first day when they’d met, and blaine had seemingly let him flirt with him shamelessly, and sebastian had felt like this was it. that somehow, he’d been supposed to meet that boy, and to be there then, to find him. and that blaine felt the same. how many nights had he spent awake on his bed, staring at the ceiling, and reliving that afternoon? reliving those couple of hours, and trying to see it through blaine’s eyes, trying to figure out if the boy had been too embarrassed instead, too exasperated to do anything other than smile and nod. maybe sebastian had read it all wrong. and damn him for thinking it had any chance to be anything else, that first night blaine had come back to him, and sebastian finally found out what it felt like to be kissed by the former warbler. it hadn’t been a sign either of those times, but sebastian had still constructed it all in his head somehow, among all his cynicism and skepticism, he’d fantasized anyway. and now he had to deal with the fall out on his own. they were all reasons why he was so incredibly surprised when blaine followed him to the door and got a hold of him, instead of letting him leave and never contacting him again.
“don’t?’ he frowned, confused by the other’s words. don’t what? wasn’t that the whole point of their conversation? his lips parted as he felt blaine’s anxiety and heard his words, green eyes widening, as his posture slackened in uncertainty. ‘not sure that’s a good idea, killer.’ he mumbled, unsure, suddenly out of breath. what did blaine mean? what the hell was he talking about? he watched the tears form in his eyes, and something in him cracked. he had never been good with crying people, but crying blaine made him even more scared. he felt his throat bloat, blocked with something, and at the request, he held his breath, frozen in place for long minutes, before he was able to respond. ‘i… yeah. okay.’ he wasn’t sure what else to say. he had so many questions but none of them were meant for a coffee place where people were already starting to stare. ‘we can… i can take us somewhere.’ he’d offer his flat, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with having blaine somewhere so personal to rip his guts out. they could do that just fine at a hotel room, right? and sebastian always had something on pre-hold for him, before blaine.
Blaine felt his insides twist into an aching mess of knots as he stood there waiting for Sebastian’s reaction to what he was asking of him. No right. He had absolutely no right to stop him. Much less make any sort of plea for him not to walk out and leaving him standing there to deal with picking up the pieces of his heart that he, himself, broke the second he told Sebastian his decision. Maybe he could glue them back together with the jagged remains of Sebastian’s that were scattered on the floor at their feet, too. Why not be greedy that way as well? If he never saw Sebastian after today, he’d at least have a part of him that way. Sadistic and cruel as it was, it would make sure he never lost every part of the man he couldn’t stand walking out of those doors, out of his world and never seeing him again. Because that is what Blaine convinced himself Sebastian was going to do. The idea brought panic crashing heavy and hard inside his soul. An anxiety that bled cold and electric and crushed his insides in the building crest of the attack that flooded in with the idea he ruined something so precious to him.
Their friendship, their months together. He would have gone insane if he didn’t have both. The two of them together was the only way he survived bottoming out the way he had. No one could’ve given him that but Sebastian. He was who Blaine ran to. Over and over and over. And there was more than one reason for him coming back. Oh god, no, he didn’t use him. It wasn’t like that. Sebastian wasn’t only a lifesaver thrown at him when he was drowning in the idea he’d be alone because that was all he deserved. In the beginning, he was his friend. The one who knew him and listened and was always there. That was the biggest pull for Blaine. Always was. The rest seeped in as they evolved into their something more. He hoped and prayed that Sebastian’s reassurances to him spoken in whispers into his ear, felt in his touch and spoken with the warmth of the sighs that Blaine’s mouth hungrily devoured was something good. Something better than good. For both of them. Because he was sure he would break in two if it was turned into the one thing that split them apart. Forever.
Taking in a breath so fast he was dizzy after hearing that Sebastian would give him just a little while longer, Blaine nodded and palmed his hand over his mouth. “Thank you. I’m just not ready to lose you completely, okay?” Blaine suddenly became very aware of the occasional stares now coming in their direction and he tucked his chin towards his collar in a rush of self-consciousness. Creating a scene like the one unfolding now wasn’t his intention. Anywhere but here would do. Anywhere that they could talk. He’d answer anything Sebastian asked. It didn’t matter. As long as they got out of here. Together. “Can you drive,” he asked unsteadily. “I walked here..,” hazel eyes shifted his gaze towards the exit and back up to Sebastian waiting for him to lead the way since he was closest to the door, “If that’s okay? Anywhere else..I don’t care where.”
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