// I love you so much, David. Thank you for this and thank you the most for being such a ray of sunshine and love in everyone’s lives that you touch. You’re such an amazing person. I’m so lucky to have met you a one in a million person such as yourself. Hope things are getting better for you in the muse department. Don’t hesitate to poke me for some help if you need it!
Puck’s heart rate began to increase when Blaine touched his forearm. Could the other male tell? He hoped not. How would he be able to explain it to Blaine? He was semi-relieved when the Warbler let go of his forearm. “R-really?” He wasn’t sure why he was surprised, but he was. Maybe it had to do with the fact that basically everyone at school had given up on him. Of course it didn’t help that he really didn’t give a shit about school, but maybe with Blaine’s encouragement and help, things would change. “Biology and math are probably the two subjects I’m doing the worst in.” He bit his lip. “Uh, I’m not the easiest person to tutor. Well, that’s what I’ve been told in the past.”
“Yeah, I understand. It’d be odd if Kurt didn’t miss us,” he commented. His eyes lit up at the mention of his own tour. Once again, he was surprised to hear this. He just assumed Blaine wouldn’t be able to or have the time to give him a tour one-on-one. He chuckled when the Warbler said there was more to him than the blazer he always wore. “Sounds like you’re a pretty well rounded individual. Uh, well I’m sure you’ve heard some stories from Kurt about this, but I really like to have sex. I dunno, it’s just something I’m good at. Probably one of the few things I excel in. I also like playing football. Watching the Star Wars movies. Singing and playing guitar. There’s more to me than my mohawk and bad boy appearance, I guess.”
Blaine could feel a change in the air between them when his hand rested on Puck’s forearm. It remained on his palm as a tingle long after he removed it. Subconsciously curling his fingers towards the sensation, the Warbler shook his head and tried to ignore the silly idea that it meant anything. Just reading too much into things. That’s all. There’d never be another mistake like the one he made the night they were taking care of a very passed out Sam Evans. Risking the growing friendship between him and Puck wasn’t worth any insane idea that what happened would ever repeat itself. He wasn’t the kind of person to ever want to make someone uncomfortable and he was more than thankful for the way Puck brushed it off and chalked it up to a drunken mishap rather than hate him for what he did not knowing that it was the first time he kissed anyone and it ended up a near disaster. Blaine never brought it up and never would. Some secrets were better left untold. That was one.
Skipping right into the conversation about studying and Kurt and the things Puck enjoyed kept things easy between them. Exactly what drew him to Puck to begin with. Puck was easy to get along with. Easy to want to help. Easy to laugh with. Not too shabby of a friendship in Blaine’s book. Even if it was new. Easy to not think about—-the stereotypical record scratch noise shrieked between Blaine’s ears when his breath hitched at the rather frank reply. So much for easy. His face and neck grew warm and he cleared his throat, quirking up a brow and grazing past a part of Puck’s reply to add in his two cents. “I know there’s more to you than that. You can see it within two seconds of talking to you if you try hard enough. I guess it’s about time you just focus on the people who do? They’re the ones worth your time.” Keeping with the change of subject, Blaine glanced towards the television and the entertainment center it sat inside. “Please tell me you have Star Wars on DVD? I think you just inadvertently picked how we’re going to spend the entire night. What do you say? Marathon? I’ll order pizza?”
is that an audiblesigh of relief ?? NO, of course not, not a chance. but it’s the mention of a DATE that recaptures keen attention. all too CRITICALhis gaze, unreadable behind glasses. blaine anderson would actually WANT to go on a DATE with him? is he MISREADING this??it’s something he’s BOUND to overthink later, but now… hands clasp together, throat CLEARED. a smile just hardly curves his lips, a RARE sight. keep it together. ❛ of course. ❜ FIGURE OF SPEECH.
❛ well, ah—– it’s at six, so is there a place i could pick you up ? ❜ it would be IMPOLITE not to accompany him, wouldn’t it ? maybe he should have brushed up on social etiquette beforehand.
Hinging on Hartley’s reaction, Blaine bit into his lip and squinted carefully hoping that he didn’t just overstep a boundary that would end up making this silence go from awkward to unbearable if Hartley changed his mind. All because of his lack of keeping his brain under control enough not to use a boldly presumptuous word like date. But then Hartley, a boy who rarely smiled, did exactly that and Blaine felt his stomach go from feeling like it’d been weighed down by a cinderblock to light as air. He laughed softly at himself, thankful for the pass he was just given. “Right. Totally. Figure of speech,” he choked when he heard his tongue tied voice echo back in his eardrums. Did he just ask where to pick him up? Oh God, he did. Shocked, he stammered a few bumbled attempts at actual words. “Um. My house. It’s close to the club and..we could drive together?” Success! He was talking! Hopefully this round wouldn’t end up with his shoe in his mouth. “Um. Thanks for agreeing to this. I don’t think I ever looked forward to one of these dinners before. First time for everything, I guess.”
The Lima Bean was packed since school was out for two days. The rest of the Warblers who straggled behind after dropping Trent off for the weekend already claimed two tables near the windows. Laughs and shouts of joy echoed from their table. Blaine was the only one stuck at the counter. He drummed his fingers on the bleach water faded wood quietly for a good five minutes making sure to keep enough space for the person who had yet to claim their coffee. Then it dawned on him when he saw the name written on the side of the cup. Finn.
Kurt’s brother? How’d he miss the ceiling tall boy not two people away? Only meeting him twice before this, it still boggled Blaine’s sober mind at how Kurt and he were family. Sure, it was through marriage, but the contrast of personalities was beyond crazy to compare. “Hey. I think this is yours,” his smile was warm and open as he held the cup out. “It’s nice to see you again, Finn. Where’s everyone else?”
Nick seemed to be absolutely nowhere in sight. Blaine spent the better part of half an hour going between the dorms to the dining room and even hunted down Jeff to ask where the Warbler might be. The blond had no idea. Nicky simply vanished after practice and was nowhere to be found. Well. Nowhere unless you decided to wander down the path outside the stone and brick walls of Dalton Academy. Blaine had an idea where he might’ve gone to.
A place that his friend showed him the first week he transferred. ‘If things get too hectic while you’re trying to adjust? You can find some quiet here.’ Fresh, warm Spring air smelled amazing when mixed with the hint of newly grown leaves and flowers. The bottoms of his shoes clacked against the wooden dock planks where he caught sight of Nick at the very end. Blaine smiled as he came to stand beside Nick then slowly sat so he could bump his shoulder against Nick’s gently, smiling when he caught the other boy’s attention. “Penny for your thoughts,” he asked softly and perked his smile a bit wider, “If they’re really good ones? I might even offer you a dime.”
“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.
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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