Rachel smiled softly into the phone, she wasn’t sure if that the case, although she had made a mental note to herself that she was never going to drink again. The humiliation had certainly done the trick, and it wasn’t something that she wanted a repeat of. “Well, never say that the New Directions don’t know how to leave a lasting impression,” she chuckled, resting her head against the phone, somewhat glad for Blaine’s unexpected phone call. If anything she’d thought Kurt may have called and expressed his concern, but Blaine? Certainly not, but the gesture was sweet, and definitely not one that she took for granted.
“I’d like that,” she nodded, heading over to the closet and trying to decide on what she should wear, anything that didn’t remind her of her nightmare of her party, or their sham of a performance. She quickly flicked through a couple of choices, scrunching up her face in concentration as she listened to Blaine, “And I thought that was just how life at McKinley worked,” she joked, shaking her head with a little laugh as she reached forward and pulled out her selection from her closet, “Don’t tell me you have similar dramas at Dalton, too?”
Edging up a spot as he laughed into the phone, he shrugged and hummed happily into his phone. “I think that’s how life in a lot of high schools work. Even Dalton has it’s bouts of drama and moments of shameful mistakes. Trust me. I don’t think anyone is immune when you add an entire group of performers prone to dramatic outburst,” and here came the taunt he couldn’t hold in anymore, “Or binge drinking nights that carry over into the following Monday’s performance.” His grin could be heard inside the lighthearted jab. Not even the polished boys from Dalton could resist a chance to give a playful tease.
Especially when the teasee set themselves up so easily for it. And, wow, the New Directions certainly did that. But, it was in jest and the most malicious intent he could muster was only aimed at making her laugh at the situation rather than continue cringing about it nonstop. Another step in line and put a palm over the mouthpiece of the phone while quickly ordering his usual and paying as fast as possible not to hold anyone up since he didn’t want to be that guy too busy on his phone to pay attention to the rest of the world. “So, is everyone on the wagon now? By the cringy sound in your voice..I’m guessing Club Rachel shut it’s doors for good?”
Why is it that Blaine could make him into… this? A speechless mess. So unlike what he puts out into the world everyday. What he allowed others to see and witness. This wasn’t it. For Blaine Anderson? Sebastian was so soft. A simple stare and he was getting LOST in hazel eyes. It had been difficultly frustrating to try and accept what he felt, because it added confusion into the mix. Confusion on why every little text message had him running to check his phone. Confusion on why he had so many DREAMS about what they could never be. Even daydreams in mid-conversation like the ones that had just happened. It came down to EVERYTHING that Blaine was. Everything he DID. Sebastian was a fool for it. Shame on him. The boy who seems like he’s in control of everything is so very SKITTISH to the mere thought of Blaine noticing that he had more than just eyes for his physical self.
He didn’t want the world to see him. But sometimes– just sometimes– Blaine managed to see what most couldn’t. Over time it hadn’t come to always seem like such a bad thought. Thankful that the subject is changed, eyes fill with sudden EXCITEMENT for the idea of hanging out and his grin goes from stupid and loose to his usual sharp and witty self. ❝Busy? Oh, please. You know I’m never too busy for you, killer.❞ he insists lightly with a brow raise, coffee in the grip of his left hand. ❝We could hit up Scandals tonight. Come over to my place first? Father’s out all night.. And if you need a place to crash AFTERWARDS I have a bed that fits the both of us – or you can pick from about four meaningless guest rooms that never come into use.❞
When the quiet lingered in those few seconds before Sebastian’s entire posture shifted back into the boy who he broadcasted for the world to see, Blaine was–finally–able to take in a real breath. Even then, his mouth was too dry to swallow and, thank God, his coffee was there to help. Sebastian had more of an effect on him than he realized (or did he and was only kind enough not to bring it up..?) and this time, it was no different. It’s that stare. That stare hones in on him and brings an intensity that makes him feel like every thought he has is under a microscope. That Sebastian sees him for everything that he is and all the good, bad and uneven parts that he out of habit locks away should they turn in the direction of the person Blaine tries to be..can’t be hidden or put under lock and key.
Sebastian sees him. And, yet, he stays. Blaine knows Sebastian is in his orbit. Willingly pulled in and lacking any want to break free. Sometimes Blaine doesn’t understand why or how but that doesn’t change the fact that he is. Though, he figures that Sebastian has no idea that he is in his. Especially when he steals all his gravity with the weight of that knowing look that says ‘I’ve read every page of who you are..and the chapters you’ve cut out, crumpled up and thrown away are the ones that pull me back. Cover to cover. Every time.’. It’s terrifying and comforting to have someone who wants him for himself. Someone that makes deciding to go out to a shady bar and polishes it off with a not so vague innuendo of sharing a bed together at the end of the night a stop and stare think moment. Passing his blush off with a lopsided grin that makes his bottom lip touch the hole in the plastic mouthpiece of his cup, Blaine takes one more sip and lowers it down with a smirk firmly in place. “Then maybe tonight..one of them won’t be so useless. I’d hate to impose. Weren’t you just telling me the other day that sleeping anything other than naked is a crime against humanity? I don’t want you to compromise your beliefs just for the sake of not sleeping alone..” Another grin that dissolves into a huff of a laugh and Blaine palms his face trying to get the heat to calm down since the coffee wasn’t helping much.
♪♬ INDEPENDENT BLAINE ANDERSON FROM FOX’S GLEE. AS LOVED BY J. ♬♪
Elliott went to cooking, turning the radio right the way up and letting the soothing feeling it came with wash over him. Music made him happy, it excited him, or made him feel at home – and right now, it was doing it’s ultimate job, and being his calming agent. A warm, fuzzy blanket that let him forget his issues to Bowie and Freddie’s beautiful notes and voices.
With everything chopped and neatly divided into their own bowls, Elliott closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before placing both hands on the counter, trying to ground himself and calm down. A small sigh left his lips as he stood up again, pushing his hair back for a moment before he was making his way across the flat, knuckles rapping gently against the bathroom door.
“Blaine?” His voice was soft when he called out, more a warning he was coming in then anything. Elliott only opened the door a small amount as he walked in, clicking it shut behind him and immediately moving to kneel down next to the bath, finger hooking under Blaine’s chin to pull him into a proper kiss. He felt bad about not responding to the one before, and of how he must be making Blaine feel.
The last thing he wanted was for Blaine to ever think HE’D done something wrong.
Blaine watched as his bare toes kept bobbing out of the bubbles making foam run down the top of his foot to the inside of his ankles before they disappeared again and sank back into the water. It was a mindless distraction as he tried to stop his thoughts from drifting too far away. He had to think of a way to make what happened up to Elliott. What could he do to try to reassure him that he was beautiful? From head to toe and, most of all, inside? His body was gorgeous, his voice was beyond words, his inner light was enough to be a beacon to anyone who felt lost.
Elliott deserved only happiness. To know how one of a kind he was and know that anyone who had the chance to be close to him should consider themselves beyond lucky. And Blaine got to call him his..boyfriend? Lover? His..Elliott. When all is said and done? That’s what matters to him the most and he wanted Elliott to not just understand him but..believe him.
Hearing his name, Blaine sat up straighter in the tub and watched closely as Elliott came close. His throat strained with the effort to swallow down the sound that almost escape when his chin was caught with only one finger. Such a simple gesture but it never failed to make him dizzy and lure him in. Their lips met and Blaine sighed softly through his nose. Oh thank god. A kiss that could melt ice met his mouth and he returned it sweetly.
“What was that for,” his voice remained low but Elliott could hear his smile and the relief he felt. It was impossible to miss. “..And can I have one more, please?”
An all-too knowing smile was quick to grace the man’s features as he allowed another array of laughter to fall sweetly from his lips, happily watching Blaine reacquaint himself with their shiny newborn and gaze scarcely torn away as he further relaxed himself into the pillows. ❛ Something tells me Jesse’s probably already pretty much being coerced into trying out for the next one, ❜ Kurt teased, the much too lively image of his best friend / former roommate turned baby mama’s overly dramatic goodbyes still very much on the back of his mind as Blaine subtly reminded him of the going-ons of their earlier departure from the hospital.Witnessing the miracle of childbirth, as gruesome and not pretty the experience had been, and as crazy and annoying as Rachel sometimes was, had somehow gained him an entirely new perspective and deeper level of appreciation. Words of gratitude never quite possibly enough for the incredible, precious gift she, without so much a second of hesitation or a tiny twinge of regret, had irrevocably given them.
❛ I really don’t think I can do it, either. ❜ Fingertips traced gently along the soft fabric still securely wrapped around Hepburn’s tiny physique before his eyes once again caught hold of his husband’s, teeth sinking down his bottom lip in a feeble attempt to stop the giggle that inevitably followed. She looked so comfortable. They really were a hopeless bunch. ❛ I suppose we could do our twice daily recount of her fingers and toes. ❜
“Probably. But I don’t think he’s going to need that much convincing..”
Just as he felt like his heart couldn’t fill any further with love, love, love and more love, Blaine felt his eyes start to sting with what was bound to become another round of tears to be shed. Kurt’s voice drew his attention from the tiny set of cupid’s bow lips glistening in the dim light of their bedroom as Hepburn breathed in and out and Blaine thought there was never such a fascinatingly beautiful sight. The closest runner up would be the look on his husband’s face the moment their daughter first met his gaze and they saw each other for the first time. He thought he understood what love and devotion meant because of Kurt. But..even if he couldn’t put this feeling to words? Nothing compared to the level of it running through his soul as it was tonight with their daughter and his husband on the very dawning of their lives as a family. “Kurt,” his voice was pitched. Not very steady. One word and the tone was enough to say ‘i need you’. His hand began to shake as he reached over to blindly sink his fingers into the long length of Kurt’s that he knew right where to find without having to look. Magnets. Always. Their hands could find each other in the pitch black. Because that’s how soulmates work, is it not? Contact made and he squeezed tight, trying to express how much he was feeling because words weren’t enough anymore.
One again, his gaze travelled up to meet Kurt’s and his giggle had Blaine bursting at the seams. His smile went wide enough to show his teeth and his owlish stare was broken as his eyes rolled towards the ceiling. Caving instantly, he carefully tugged Kurt’s hand up close enough to press a kiss to his fingers. “Fine. You can go first, but I claim dibs on the recount..” A brief pause that lasted through another kiss and his lips lingered close enough to touch Kurt’s skin with every word that followed next. “I used to think I couldn’t love you more than I already did. I was wrong.. Because I don’t know what to even call what I’m feeling right now. Does that make any sense? I just..really love you. Okay?”
for a long time sebastian just breathed in. his eyes felt wet, something so rare, as he squeezed them shut and squeezed blaine into his arms. he had never been that terrified. or maybe it was that he had. and the message had reminded him far too clearly of the moment standing above a screaming, fallen, blaine, and having to watch him be rushed away, without knowing if he’d be fine. only a lot, a lot, worse. the message today had said he’d been in a very serious accident, and that sebastian should get to the hospital immediately. he could hear blaine’s words, but all he cared about at that moment was the sound of his strong – very alive and perfect as ever – voice. he buried his face onto blaine’s shoulder, drinking in his scent like water, as he shuddered, starting to calm down slowly. blaine’s legs around him helping keep him grounded, as did the hands on his hair. he felt goosebumps, mix of pleasant and aftershock down his spine, and just tried to breathe in deeper as he blinked his eyes from the remaining welling, and shifted his face to the side so he could speak as he stroke blaine’s back, wiping his wet cheek on his sweater. ❝ those idiots….’ he mumbled, pronouncing the curse word in french, breathing in. ‘those stupide, stupid, asses.’ he pulled back and held blaine’s face in both of his, as he stared at him with a frown, still trying to be sure he was okay. he sighed. ‘a co-worker’s husband got into an accident.’ he twisted his lips. ‘apparently if they hear gay, and husband, i’m the only viable option in the entire firm.’ he shook his head, downing his hands finally to squeeze around blaine’s hips. ‘they thought it was for me.’ he hadn’t even had his phone off, but he guessed he wasn’t thinking that far at the moment. ‘got a warning saying i should rush to st jude’s right away. they freaking mixed me up with someone else.’ he ran eyes over his face, cataloging it, with relief. ‘the way they spoke… well, fuck, they said i’d better hurry if i wanted to catch you alive.’ he breathed out, heavily, then stepped in even closer, brushing their noses softly. ‘got all the way down to the car, before clark got a hold of me, saying one of our para-legals was already on his way.’ he started to relax, slowly. ‘still walked out after that, because screw them.’ honestly.
Blaine’s worry was growing second by second. The longer Sebastian stayed buried against his shoulder, concern was shifting into something much worse feeling. Was someone hurt? Was Sebastian hurt? What the hell happened? A dozen faces sped past his mind’s eye and he raced to pinpoint or guess exactly where any of the people he loved so much could be. Who would be less likely to be hurt, who he’d get a call for faster than the other (and, yet, his phone hasn’t run all day except for Rachel asking him if he wanted to go to lunch tomorrow and a few calls from the theater) and who might be out there..hurting and he had no idea. First, though? He needed to get Sebastian calmed down. Make sure that he knew they were together now and Sebastian was safe and there was absolutely nothing that they couldn’t face together. None of his worries went in the direction that Sebastian was here for him. Though, as terrified/now relieved as Sebastian seemed..it’d make Blaine seriously wonder who on their friend’s list would get such a reaction out of him if they were in trouble. In all their years together, he can’t remember seeing Sebastian as petrified as he did right before his entire face was blocked out of view by how hard they were holding onto one another.
Closing his eyes as Sebastian began to stroke his back, Blaine answered the caress by picking up his own that paused when his mind went on a rollercoaster ride trying to chase down the reason for what was going on. Strong hands roamed the space between Sebastian’s shoulders and then both sets of fingers dove into his hair again, not letting go even as his face was cupped and he had to let his elbows point down to keep them there. “Who’s an idiot,” he whispered trying to encourage Sebastian to come back to him completely. Oh god. The poor man. That’s what he thought happened? Blaine’s face softened and his eyes went as pink as Sebastian’s were though he swallowed back the lump and chased away the tears with a couple blinks. “Honey,” he frowned and used the tips of his fingers to caress back and forth against Sebastian’s scalp. “I’m here. I’m okay. I’m always going to be okay. I promise.” He couldn’t imagine being in Sebastian’s shoes not more than five minutes ago. The panic, the terror of not knowing if… He couldn’t think about that. Nor did he ever want to try. “I swear. Things are okay. See?” His lips quickly snapped into a smile before he peppered kisses on the edge of Sebastian’s nose. “Nothing to worry about,” his touch ran along the sides of Sebastian’s neck and drifted up to rest on his cheeks mirroring how his were being held. “I’m so sorry you went through that. I would have lost it if I was you.. Come here..” His legs tightened their grip around Sebastian’s waist and pulled him in closer and wide, hazel eyes searched Sebastian’s green ones deeply. “You’re never going to lose me like that. Ever. Got it?”
Mason was more than serious about believing in ghosts. There was no way that there weren’t ghosts in the world. Of course he’s heard that Dalton’s haunted, but that was also because he was always very easily scared by things. When Blaine came up behind him, Mason turned around and raised an eyebrow at the fellow Warbler. Chicken? Mason McCarthy was not a chicken, but he also was very terrified of pissing off ghosts, so they definitely were running into an issue there.
“Why you and I specifically?” Mason inquired before nodding at Blaine’s suggestion of a camping trip. It was going to be far too creepy and not at all fun, but he never backed down from proving he wasn’t anything but fearless. “Then again, it’s probably because they think we’re the only ones who honestly could handle it.”
In retrospect, Mason pretty much figured that fact also had to be true. Hesitating, the brunet finally just nodded at the whole idea. “Fine, but if we’re possessed by the end of the night, we’re going after the upperclassmen.” Childish, sure, but Mason was also very terrified that it was true. Ghosts weren’t a force to be reckoned with. As the taller male motioned to the hallway, he looked over at Blaine so that he could follow him to the storage rooms. “So.. between you and me– do you think it’s haunted?”
“I think you’re right. The last thing the Warblers need is two members running out in the middle of the night with the cackling of some jerkish upperclassmen chasing their backs. You and me? WE GOT THIS.”
Blaine hadn’t the slightest clue if he believed in ghosts or not. Okay. A part of him certainly did. There had to be more to life than just the physical sense of where they are while they’re living and breathing. To think that energy just fizzles out and they become nothing was too morbid of an ending to think of. Maybe another, more hopeful and romantic side of him, wanted to believe reincarnation was what waited for them on the other side. Could be.. No. Definitely. There could be both. People who were ready to move on and learn again. Or people too lost to want to let go. That had to be it.
And since Dalton was beloved by anyone who walked it’s halls, it would be easy enough to assume that there might be ghosts lurking here and there. Why not the orchestra storage? At least they could find some peace and quiet away from the living there if they wanted to. What a fantastic time to have a spiritual discovery! On the ebb of a night spent inside the very rooms he just deemed a ghost retreat!
“Fair enough,” he chuckled up at the slender boy as they solidified their resolve to stick it out and go through with the plan. “They’d deserve it.” The question caught him off guard and he bit his lip before it dropped open for a breath or two. “Do you? I..uh.. Yeah,” he whispered like he was afraid someone might hear. Both brows jerked up as he glanced around and leaned in closer. “Between you and me? Even if it isn’t? I think we should make them think it is.. ,” here came that cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, “And we got a whole night to make up a story that’ll make them sleep with the lights on for the rest of the year.” On that note? “You..um..think we should go get our things ready and settle in before it gets dark?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) So about half of that was English, which means I understood enough to know that you’re drunk. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) And you want me to be drunk too. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) So how about you tell me where you are, oh thee of ‘fantastic ideas.’ I’ll come find you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Drink some water, please.
( mssg » barry | sent ) HOw dare I…?? ( mssg » barry | sent ) I think aall if it was in English my friend. you just need to learn how to read better!
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( mssg » barry | sent ) Yes I am and yes I do. Come be drunk with me Barry. ( mssg » barry | sent ) in the attic, I just said so. werhe they keep the instruments and we all come up To hide away togethere soemtimes. ( mssg » barry | sent ) why drink wayer when there’s wine???
( mssg » barry | sent ) ARe you here yet? no…but you should be.
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