( SMS → BLAINE ) It was….unexpected, for sure. ( SMS → BLAINE ) kind of flattering though…i guess. ( SMS → BLAINE ) should I? ( SMS → BLAINE ) he was kind of into me back in the day. so…i guess i get it. ( SMS → BLAINE ) is it weird that you were both into me at some point? ( SMS → BLAINE ) I guess I kind of like it….
( mssg » sam | sent ) Please don’t. I don’t want to die. ( mssg » sam | sent ) No, nothing about that is weird. You’re a beautiful person inside and out. Anyone who doesn’t see that and isn’t into you at one point or another is a complete idiot. ( mssg » sam | sent ) You guess x 2.. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Oh God. You don’t have to say it was flattering or that you appreciate it or anything close to that. I never meant to say that outloud and I can’t imagine how it makes you feel.
( mssg » sam | sent ) I completely see how that was completely unexpected. ( mssg » sam | sent ) I’m so so so sorry, Sam.
sebastian raised curious, confused, green eyes as the doctor walked in, and then they widened for a moment. oh. so he HADN’T imagined blaine there, after all. blaine had actually… he felt the urge to groan and bury his face in his hands. he tried to scramble through his memory to find out if he’d said anything EMBARRASSING, while bleeding on the sidewalk. he thought he remembered telling blaine he missed him, and he hoped to hell that was just inside his own head. he couldn’t have, could he? then again, none of this made any fucking sense. like the fact he’d actually walked into a cab with a drunk driver and never even noticed. have you been here all this time? he wanted to ask, but it felt pointless, and he wouldn’t get into it in front of the doctor.
❝so what’s wrong with – ?’ he asked, before the doctor could even speak, seizing the man with tired distrust. he’d never liked doctors much, since they were always trying to FIX him. he stopped short on his words, though, at what he heard NEXT, never finishing his sentence ( … me? ). he stared at the doctor in disbelief. lips parted, and almost dreaded turning his head to the side, to meet BLAINE, though he felt like he couldn’t help it, as his attention was dragged to the side.betrothed? betrothed?!!his eyes said as they met caramel ones, color coming to his face like it never happened, and burning it up with complete shock. he had actually- blaine had not only stayed, he’d lied to do so, which had got to be eating up inside him, if sebastian knew him any. and he still DID. did he feel THAT much pity? sebastian didn’t get it. the doctor was still speaking but his ears were ringing.
only when the man started speaking to him, again, did he tear his sarcastic expression and raised eyebrows out of blaine, and onto him, but the other didn’t seem to have noticed anything. sebastian stared a little vacantly as he spoke, only relieved that blaine’s comment hadn’t really meant anything as it seemed, and he was going to be fine. he sunk back onto the pillows and closed his eyes for a moment, nodding some, before opening them again as the doctor left. he’d have to stay at the hospital for at least one day more, until they were sure his lungs would be fine, and then he’d have to stay bandaged and caring for his ribs for a while, and probably use some kind of support on his dislocated fingers. he pressed his lips slowly as the door closed, and bit on them hard as he stared at it.
‘you told them.’ he started very slowly. ‘i’m your fiancé?’ he more stated, than asked, before turning his head towards the other, eyebrows up on his hairline, as though saying are you INSANE? he huffed out a bitter laughter and shook his head as he brushed his face. this had got to be a joke. the entire thing. a sick joke from the universe. ‘you gotta be KIDDING me.’ he mumbled, muffled, into his bruised hands. he dropped them. ‘so when can i expect peakurt to walk in and make a scene?’
Blaine didn’t realize that under the intense weight of Sebastian’s unwavering, righteously shocked ‘what the flying hell’ stare that he’d begun to wring his hands together. Fingers gripping palms and scraping back and forth in white knuckled tenseness. Who could blame him? Even if he couldn’t bare being looked at the way Sebastian was looking at him now by anyone.. The sheer intensity of the gaze directly right into his deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes would have been enough to give him a complex about it if he hadn’t had one years before. His biggest problem wasn’t the bubble of guilt that lying put in his belly the previous day that kept growing the longer he sat in silence throughout the night. Or that it was an absolutely INSANE idea to say what he said in the first place (but Sebastian was hurt and he was desperate to make sure he was okay and not leave him alone–so what other options did he have??).
Still. Both of those issues were small-cheese compared to the scenario that blurred into his mind and slowly became clearer and clearer with each breath the doctor took. How Sebastian was going to react to this (aside from the stunned expression and increasingly red tint to his pale, freckled skin) was so up in the air and he couldn’t figure it out because he was on the verge of a panic attack just thinking about the next ten minutes. Blaine barely heard the doctor finish giving Sebastian the rundown of what was going to happen past the explanation of his injuries. His mind was too busy elsewhere and the voice in the room sounded muffled. Like his head was buried in a pillow and he had the sides pulled up to block out his ears. If only he was that lucky.
He was sorry. Sorry that he used that reason to be here. Sorry that he didn’t tell the truth. However, what he was sorriest about? Was that Sebastian found out. Yes, he was dumb enough to not think of the consequences. But he had no time and hoped that he might be able to skim past the reason he was being given so much leeway to stay by chalking it up to politeness going a long way. Or something equally as flimsy but hopefully-might-work-worthy. Cat out of the bag having come and gone? They were alone and he had the rippling thunder of the door shutting still echoing in his brain when the relief he felt from Sebastian giving the doctor his attention was gone and it was right back on himself.
“Y-Yeah. I..did,” he answered matching Sebastian’s voice and with a cramp snapping his attention back to his hands that hadn’t stopped moving, he grabbed onto both tight and shoved them between his thighs practically underneath them. Long lashes veiling his eyes from sight fluttered to show he was searching for the answer of what to say next in the weave of his pants and coming up empty handed. Looking back up wasn’t an option and he kept his head down. “They wouldn’t let me,” his voice trailed off as he skipped yet another part of potential awkwardness and clung to the mess he was in instead, “stay here if I didn’t…say something. I didn’t want to leave. Kurt isn’t coming. No one is.” His gaze lifted but he kept his chin tucked down. “I asked them not to. I’m sorry…I did this. I only.. I wanted to stay.”
She didn´t want to think about the time when Blaine would go
back to Lima. It felt as if he had already stayed longer than he should have,
but then again Rachel had trouble with getting the days right. They all seemed
the same to her and while music was what gave her comfort she was dreading next
week when she´d go back to NYADA. She had taken the week off, but it
wasn´t really doing her anything good, then again she wasn’t sure WHAT
was doing her any good.
Or maybe she did. Being here in bed with Blaine, watching a
movie and just…knowing that she wasn´t alone. No…FEELING that she wasn´t
alone, was doing her good. She felt herself relax and maybe, just maybe she
figured that they were all going to be okay. Sometimes she thought about Carol
and Burt and how they were dealing with it and Rachel made a mental note to
call them as soon as possible. She knew she´d have to be strong eventually, but
it felt nice to just…let go for a while.
Her lips stayed curled into a smile as Blaine traced his
fingers over her forehead and nose and she laughed, moving herself closer to
him so she could reach up to ruffle through his hair. “Yes, yes. I think you CAN,”
She then agreed. “Your hair´s really soft. And it looks good when it´s curly,
trust me, I´m an expert in this.”
Blaine made space for her as she nudged in closer unknowing that she was about to DARE shove a hand in his hair. And he couldn’t help laughing when she did. “Hey! You are so lucky you just complimented this mess after making it into one! I can’t believe you!” No guilt. Not yet anyway. Maybe it was okay to be okay for a second or two. His hand jerked up to snatch hers out of the air before she could pull it away as he huffed and chuckled with his bangs now in his face. Having caught hold of it, he had no idea what to do next. Probably should have planned that out better..
So? He winged it and gave her knuckles a kiss before tethering his fingers through hers and wrapping both her arm and his across her chest pulling her impossibly closer and holding on tight. “You know? I could try it. For you. Probably for Kurt, too. I think.” He quickly corrected himself knowing his boyfriend loved when his curls were loose. Blaine never can help wondering if Kurt’s being nice or saying so because he is the only one who gets to see him that way outside of Brittany’s horrid prom theme. Both?
“I don’t know. I was lucky enough to have people forget seeing me without at least a little control over this mop on top of my head the first time,” though his eyebrows shoved towards one another and he hummed in thought as soon as he said so, “Then again? They usually forget my first or last name isn’t Warbler. So that’s not saying much… Do you think I should risk it?” His nose scrunched up. “Or wait until I’m in the safety of New York City permanently to try it out? A lot less people who know me here.. And no possible yearbook pictures to immortalize it.”
♪♬ INDEPENDENT BLAINE ANDERSON FROM FOX’S GLEE. AS LOVED BY J. ♬♪
“That,” Elliott pulled back just enough to breathe and talk, barely an inch between their faces as he looked at Blaine’s eyes. He could get lost on them any time, distracted by how beautiful he was. Especially at moments like these, without the pristine gelled hair and so innately vulnerable.
Every time he saw it he fell a little deeper in love.
“Was for earlier. I’m sorry about that.” Elliott moved back in for another kiss before Blaine could say anything else, insist it wasn’t an apology he needed to hear or how Elliott hadn’t done anything wrong. He didn’t want to hear that. He didn’t want to hear ANYTHING.
After a moment Elliott breathed out through his nose, making a tiny amount of noise as he opened his mouth against Blaine’s and pushed his tongue into the others mouth. Rising up on his knees slightly, Elliott lent closer, making the most of the kiss while he had the chance. His elbow dipped into the water when he moved, soaking through his sleeve, but Elliott didn’t care. Blaine was more important right now.
When he finally, finally pulled away, Elliott stayed close with his forehead pressed against Blaine’s, smiling softly as he took in a small breath.
“You are THE best thing to happen to me in years Blaine.”
Blaine warily watched every movement the other made as Elliott drew nearer. His stomach still bottomed out by the blunder he made earlier made him too uneasy to trust what might happen. He swore to God if he heard the words ‘we need to talk’ he was going to slip under the water and drown himself before he could hear a single word.
He had enough of ‘we need to talk’s for a lifetime.
The kiss came unexpectedly but it was exactly what he needed to let the knots in his belly unravel and a sigh escape from his nose in a warm caress over Elliott’s cheek. Mouth yielding as it deepened, his toes curled into the bubbles floating on top of the water. Perfectly timed and perfectly sweet, a wet hand came up to touch against the side of Elliott’s neck. Fingertips twitching and then steadying against his skin.
By the time it was over and the taste of Elliott lingering in his mouth, his eyes were closed and he took a deep breath of the warm air between their barely apart lips. I’m sorry was on the tip of his tongue but he knew Elliott didn’t want to hear that. It was why he kissed him so quickly after all. Wasn’t it?
The best thing to happen to him in years? Oh God. Say that again. Blaine leaned back far enough to look up at him with the corners of his lips nudging upwards in an honest smile. “You mean so much to me. You know that. Right? Please tell me you know that..” He needed Elliott to say he understood and if he didn’t? He’d do anything to convince him he meant every word.
Sebastian shrugged in response, turning his body to the side so that he could look at Blaine properly, he knew tonight was mostly about cheering Blaine up, but he couldn’t resist checking him out with him stood this close. His lips curled up into his signature smirk, as he raised his glass to his lips, taking a small sip, before finally speaking up. “I figured you could use a drink after the day you’ve had,”
He reached out, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, before leaning back a little on his bar stool. “Now this is better than wallowing at home, right Killer?” he asked with a grin, “So how about we get a few more of those inside of you, and we can hit the dance floor, and you can put today all behind you, hm?”
His glass rose up in time with Sebastian’s so he could return the tip with a small tuck of his chin towards his collar in thanks before taking a small inhale of the drink and downing his first sip. The liquor was stronger than he was used to but there was a sweetness to it that made it more palatable and less embarrassingly cringeworthy if he’d have choked on it. A sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip erased the traces of it from his skin before he smirked down at the contents inside the glass. Both brows shot up in the affirmative and the second sip was more than enough of a ‘you’re right’ than he ever could have said out loud.
Today was a day he’d come here to forget. For a plethora of reasons he’d rather not think about (sort of negated the whole forgetting part–didn’t it?). Blaine smiled at the pat and let his weight rest against Sebastian’s shoulder for just a moment–another thanks, another means of just showing he was glad for the invite–and he was climbing up onto the stool to perch beside his friend. “I’m not sure I’m up for dancing but a few more of these,” the bottom of the glass rocked back and forth in his hand, “and I might be.” They could both hope? “By the way.. What are you doing here tonight?”
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[Text]: Will do. [Text]: Wait, what do you mean IF he likes me? Everyone likes me. I’m fucking charming! I’ll definitely get those beers! [Text]: Oh, It won’t be something childish like Sesame Street, but if I need a good 80′s love ballad, I’m not ashamed to request Careless Whisper. Cheesy love ballads are the greatest, and you know it. 😉 [Text]: Oh, and I have no problem dealing with you later. That sounds pretty promising to me… 😉
( mssg » patrick | sent ) I know you’re charming. Joe just requires more than charming to get past his Dad stare. I don’t understand why but I’m not asking an old man why he’s taken me in as a son he’s never had. ( mssg » patrick | sent )
Especially considering I think he is probably part of the mafia.
( mssg » patrick | sent ) If he offers you alcohol for free? I think that’s the same thing was being invited into the family. Or allowed to circle it on the outside until you graduate to the next level. ( mssg » patrick | sent )
I can’t tell you how many customers he’s kicked out who’ve tried hitting on me at the bar. Not that I’m complaining. I’m pretty sure he did me a favor each time. ( mssg » patrick | sent ) Oh, how little you know if you think having me sing Wham! is a threat.
( mssg » patrick | sent ) Are you sure about that? Are you realllllly sure??
Patrick chuckled at the ridiculing from Blaine. The order was a bit much, but it really was the perfect mix. “It’s not bad! It’s really good. Try a sip!” He nudged the cup towards him and pouted. “Just experiment with the ingredients, and you’ll find something tailored to your pallet.” Patrick smirked playfully at the comment and inhaled slowly, trying to force back a giggle. “Well, you kind of can tell the difference. But you can’t really tell what two hundred forty degrees is since water boils at two hundred and twelve…” He winked at him and let his laughter slip.
Patrick gasped. “I can’t forget you! You’re going to be my marketing manager, duh! I didn’t even have a huge plan other than my design job, but now I have to quit it to make all these millions of dollars that wouldn’t have happened without you!” He smiled and nervously tapped two fingers on the table. “So, maybe you should give me your number that way we can talk business details. Or, other things.”
Blaine’s brows shot up, the laughter still dancing in the brightness of his eyes as he tapped the edge of his coffee cup. “Um. Excuse me? I have found the perfect mix. Thank you. It just involves a whole lot less than what’s inside your cup. How do they even manage to leave room for coffee,” he asked with a grin feeling lighter than he has in weeks. Hell. Laughing more than he has in months in a matter of minutes felt good. Too good to not want to hang onto the moment for as long as he could get it. Even if he was pushing making it to the bar on time? Patrick’s company was well worth running six blocks in a rush to make it there.
“Your marketing manager,” lips formed a perfect ‘o’ that he took in a deep breath and pretended to mull over the job offer way too hard. Deflating with a breath blown out from puffy cheeks, he scrunched his nose and leaned in. “If the salary is spectacular enough to pull me away from music? Then you have yourself a deal. Going to cost you though. A lot.” Performing at a piano bar might not seem very glamorous paired up with, say what Rachel was doing, but it let him make music and that was enough to get him by. Pausing when Patrick asked him for his number, he felt the temperature in his cheeks and nose heat up to the 260 degrees he was just making fun of earlier. Or, other things being the main reason for the blush. But he nodded and pulled out his phone regardless. If someone could brighten his day this much? Getting their number was, without a doubt, a great idea. You know. For business. “Give me your number and I’ll text you mine..”
A beginning of something new. A new connection. Strange how today started out like every other he’s had for over a year now..and now it was quickly turning into anything but..
“So…I was thinking, you know how there’s that dance next week with Crawford? What if we like…went together? Like as a date?” Sam asked earnestly, his eyes intent on Blaine’s reaction. He knew it was risky, Blaine’s history with school dances weren’t positive, he knew that. But he also knew that Blaine trusted him, and he knew that he was getting tired of not being Blaine’s boyfriend, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to take the risk. “It could be fun? And I’m not the best dancer so I won’t steal any amount of the spotlight from you, and the Warblers are performing…so…we gotta go anyways…?”
Shock registered on Blaine’s face before he could get his composure back from Sam managing to momentarily steal it. He wanted to go to the dance together? Blaine never would have seen this coming. Never. Most of the Warblers were busy trying to get dates with one of the girls from Crawford and the few others who weren’t particularly into that sort of date were going together. Maybe as friends. Or something more. Blaine, on the other hand, was busy trying to focus solely on performing there and trying to ignore the feeling of the rock in his belly turning into a boulder at the idea of..a dance. He hadn’t asked anyone. Nor did he expect to be asked. Especially not by the only person that..if he wasn’t busy trying to ignore his nerves getting into a mess and the way his mind kept trailing off to a place he wished it wouldn’t go..he would give anything to have ask him. Even if it was only as friends. But Sam one-upped it with one word ‘date’ and now he was tongue tied and his heart was beating so fast while simultaneously feeling like it was floating into the clouds.. Sam asked him out. “I–. You want to..” Stuttering the first few words out, his cheeks exploded with color. He’d be embarrassed later. “I..I mean.. You want to go with me as a date? I want to make sure I heard that right.”
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