( mssg » blaine | sent ) He does make for a pretty great cuddler, that Bruce. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) No arguing with you there. And quite the performer, too. 😍 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Only to a certain extent. I mean, who knowswhat he might just have been discussing with his next door neighbor while under the influence. ( mssg » blaine | sent) I was obviously kidding.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Woah. Slow down! A better cuddler than two armed, warm bodied me? You better say no. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. You won back a point or two with that. Thank you, sir. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) His next door neighbor? Are there more one armed snuggle buddies under the bed that I don’t know about? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) That’s right! You were kidding! I totally thought so!
sebastian cursed inside when blaine heard the sound as well and turned to look. damn it. he sighed but there was no use. still, he was relieved when the other didn’t motion to leave, despite the apology. sebastian shrugged.
❝we were done, anyways.’ it was crude, and tactless, but he didn’t really care. it wasn’t like he had to be careful about blaine’s feelings for him. ‘you know me.’ he said, dismissively, though that DID churn his stomach a little.
why did it still bother him so much what blaine thought of him? blaine seemed alright enough with who he was to keep being his occasional friend, and it wasn’t like there was any lingering questions about other possibilities. having SUNG at his engagement and now being here, mending his broken heart over another man, didn’t exactly leave room for wondering, or doubt. and he was okay with it. he just wanted to help. he told himself that again and pushed the embarrassment off his head. ‘sorry.’ he said, after all, because of how flushed blaine looked. ‘i told him to be quiet.’ he rolled eyes.
he rose green eyes, curious, at the new words. there’s a reason i’m here. what was it again? he felt the urge to spill the words. WHY? but didn’t. he never did, when it came to blaine. asking for more than blaine could or would give never ended well for either of them.
he offered a shortcut out for both of them. some way to still get blaine to feel better, without keeping on torturing them both with that conversation. blaine had got it off his chest after all, and as sebastian had stated, he wasn’t exactly good at the advice part of it. blaine didn’t want to drink. so what was left besides a bucket of junk food and something to pass the time on the tv? he nodded.
‘good.’ he got up and grabbed his phone from the coffee table, where he’d dropped it earlier, after almost sitting on it while his date got them both on that same couch, and the remote besides it. the latter he tossed towards blaine. ‘pick something.’ he told him, nodding towards the tv. his father paid for at least 10 different platforms for movies and series, besides netflix. ‘i’m gonna order us enough food to make us throw up.’ he half joked, as he got on the phone.
Blaine heard the door click shut in the momentary quiet created by Sebastian dialing in their food order. Poised with one knee bent on the mattress of the folded out sofa bed–the shorter of the pair curled his lip between his teeth and let his attention wander back towards the empty doorway leading out into the hall.
‘You know me’, Sebastian’s words from earlier echoed back. Why was Sebastian not the only one who’s stomach wasn’t feeling all that great? Not that he had any right for his brain to suddenly shift course and focus back onto that. Or feel any sort of way. Or even for the half-whispered apology from Sebastian that he received. His chance for them to mean anything but the prime example of how they were together in this room right now provided.
Yet here he was. Sebastian. There to answer the door in the middle of the night and kick out some random thrill for the night just to make sure he was okay. Sebastian was always there. And he kept coming back. Over and over. Because Sebastian would never turn him away.
Sebastian always opened the door and invited him in. Sebastian always answered the phone. Even if he sat silent on the other end because he didn’t want to sleep alone but didn’t know what to say either. Blaine didn’t realize he was pulling the thread from the hem around the wrist of his cardigan as he watched Sebastian hang up the phone. The remote was sitting untouched by Blaine’s knee when their eyes finally met.
“You’re always here. No matter what..,” he whispered letting go of the battered edge of his sweater. The poor thing was beat up enough. “I keep coming back here. Time and time again. Does it get old? You can tell me..” Finishing crawling up onto the sofabed, Blaine sat back on his heels kneeling and hands pressed together with their backs touching the insides of his thighs. “Just be honest. Please?”
She had to take several heavy breaths before typing out her message. How else would this be settled? In person? Through somebody else? One way was too person, the other too immature. Over the phone was just her best bet. Until he crossed her again. Then he’d be making battleground for a fight to end all Glee alumni fights.
text — blaine anderson; I told you straight up that you were uninvited. text — blaine anderson; If I get one more call from Britt saying you and Kurt want to make a big scene at my wedding, I’ll get a restraining order on both of your asses. Save the sappy songs for your next “proposal” text — blaine anderson; Now leave me and my life alone.
Blaine heard his phone chime repeatedly from on top of the stack of cardboard boxes he’d rested it on while they continued packing his things. A confused glance was given to Kurt who was sitting on the couch thumbing out something on his phone. “Was that from–,” he didn’t get the question out before Kurt shook his head and claimed he was talking to Rachel. Only half believing him, a devilish spark came to hazel eyes as he stepped backwards towards the stack of his belongings and picked it up. What he saw instead wiped the smile right off his face. Word definitely did travel fast. “Oh..”
( mssg » satana | sent ) Why would you punish Kurt? He’s done nothing but help you both in every way he can. In spite of what happened. ( mssg » santana | sent ) Isn’t Burt your officiant? It’d be awkward to not have his son there. One fight shouldn’t negate the friendship the two of you have built over years. ( mssg » santana | sent ) I didn’t plan for this to happen. Can we, please, talk? I’m tired of wishing I could do our conversation all over again. And I’m really tired of missing you. Please?
“Is it weird that before you and Kurt dated he had the hots for me?” Sam asked, or more accurately blurted out as he laid stretched out across Blaine’s bed after a long period of silence between them. Silence wasn’t bad, not between Blaine and Sam, especially when they were knee deep in comics or playing video games, or just laying about listening to music. It was comfortable. But often broken but ‘deep’ revelations that swirled around in Sam’s head when he wasn’t using his brain to formulate intelligent conversation. “I mean, would I be the bowtie guy? If that had happened?” He asked, turning onto his stomach and resting his face in his hands, his elbows propping him up. “I’d have like slicked back hair and wear tight pants?” He raised a brow in genuinely thought and some confusion.
Blaine stretched, hazel eyes lazily roaming over the patterns the paint and texture created on the ceiling above his bed. Being like this was so easy with Sam. Relaxed and letting the pressure of the outside worl– friendship problems, practicing performances, studying and anything else that normally zapped away so much of his attention on a daily basis–all fade into a comfortable quiet. A welcome break that seeped into his muscles and drained it all away. Success! He finally found the face of the puppy he once made out of a sweep of a paintbrush and some plaster as a kid he’d been trying to find up there ever since he stopped seeing it. Or how he could cloud dream other objects up above. Likw rhw horse jumping into the dark shadow between the ceiling and the forest green striped wallpaper he was imagining as Sam spoke up. A brow lifted and Blaine’s lips curved into a small, quizzical smile at the question. It took him a second to recover from the innocent adorable that was entirely Sam Evans when he slipped into his philosophical self before he could answer. “I don’t think that you would have literally become me. I mean–I was already me. But,” he darted his gaze back and forth across Sam’s. “I can definitely imagine the flannel and bowtie look on you. Not bad in my head. We could always put one on you and see. However? I like your hair just fine without the gel..” To prove it, Blaine reached one hand over and ruffed it up into haywired blond strands before breaking out into a chuckle that scrunched his nose. “Yeah. Perfect. Just the way it is. I’m curious. Why do you ask?”
Elliott didn’t say anything in response, letting Blaine’s words wash over him and enjoying the sheer CALM that came with it. He was pretty relaxed as it is, a calm guy and all, but this? He was feeling better by the MINUTE.
“I suppose…” Elliott still didn’t know how to voice his concerns properly, but as he moved to lean into Blaine, free hand resting on the others waist, it felt like it was okay that he didn’t know.
“I just…I don’t want them to feel like we’re hiding something, you know? It’s hard to do something like go on a date or…well anything really, with how nosey our friends are.” And his near nightly calls with Dani about their days.
“But I – I agree, a few days to just find out what we are would be…Well, it’d be nice.” He’d never had that opportunity before in his life, and he felt a little rude for just how much he wanted it. To shape what his relationship was like without people’s judgement. A relationship that didn’t start out as public knowledge would be perfect.
Elliott finally relaxing a bit gave Blaine the breathing room he needed to let himself relax. The last thing he wanted was for something that just happened and had endless possibilities–good possibilities–to wind up as something for either one of them to go into a panic attack over.
He’d had enough of being nervous, being torn up, being everything negative for a while now. This was a chance to feel calm, reassured, at peace. It might be greedy to ask Elliott to keep this for them only right off bat but he needed the break. The chance to breathe without feeling the suffocating drama and attention from everyone.
“Thank you,” he smiled and covered Elliott’s hand on his waist with his closest palm then let his head fall to rest on the taller man’s shoulder. A tilt of his cheek against it let him peek up at Elliott’s profile and offer him an ear to ear smile.
“They can wait and when we figure this all out, we can tell them together. I only want us to get to know each other like this first..,” he hummed with a lightly teasing lift of his brows, “And I’m letting myself be greedy for a change and keeping you and me and whatever this is the beginning of for myself to enjoy. I think we deserve that. Don’t we?”
sebastian sighed when blaine pulled away. both with relief for his numb hand that he flexed slowly, and in dread because he had hoped he’d be unconscious for a little while. at least until sebastian got himself situated. he didn’t know why those were his first words, they just were.
probably because the last time he’d seen blaine, blaine had sat with him at a coffee shop table ( not lima bean for once ) and told him he’d changed his mind. that he couldn’t tell kurt after all. that he’d chosen him over sebastian. that the weeks of waiting had been for nothing. that it was over.
sebastian had promised not to look back after that. to straighten his life and let blaine be happy, because once and for all he had his answer: blaine was never going to pick him. there were no doubts now. blaine had had his go at sebastian, at all of him, had learned all his secrets, tasted him numerous times, rolled with him on the bed until they both lost track of anything else around them. and now it was done.
in truth, he hadn’t WANTED to see blaine there when he woke up. because from all his injuries, nothing hurt quite like a bitch as seeing the other there. knowing… no. there wasn’t disappointment at the words. he HADN’T expected any other answer, because if blaine had dumped him for kurt, he wouldn’t leave him then for any other thing. sebastian felt a special brand of sickness in his stomach at the thought of kurt in his hospital room. he sighed at the request.
❝you should, blaine.’ you chose him, you should be with him. ‘ ‘s not like you can cure me. besides, i’m fine.’ this wasn’t his first rendezvous in the hospital by himself.
Blaine took to gripping the bottom cuff of his chinos as a means of grounding himself. His knuckles drained of color–olive turned to ivory before the rest of his fingers lengths caught up to a closer match. The edges of the fingernails on his free hand dug and plucked at the cheap plasticy-feeling leather on the arm of his chair. Worry lingered on his expression played out most in soft, wide eyes under a set of creased together burrowed brows.
This wasn’t any sort of reunion he’d ever ask for. Certainly not. Yet, here he was watching Sebastian trying to read his expression and still not able to comprehend how he was standing right there when Sebastian was hurt. Not after all the time apart. Who could expect they’d ever meet up again this way? Neither one of them. But he was here and so, so determined to stay.
If only he could figure out that look. Liar. You know why he’s looking at you like that. Your goodbye and this hello wasn’t fair. Neither were. Not for Sebastian.
Maybe he should have left. Maybe Sebastian would have forgotten everything about him being the one to rush to his side and call for help. If Sebastian were luckier–he would’ve forgot the panicked way Blaine refused to let him go to the hospital alone because it wouldn’t have happened. But it did. Or–luckier still–Sebastian would’ve been here alone and Blaine would’ve gone home. But he couldn’t
Call it horrid luck–Sebastian received none of that reprieve. Blaine had done all of those things and now, all he wanted to do was STAY. Hearing that he should go buckled in his belly and made his throat hurt. His brows lifted up and it took him a couple swallows but he managed to creak out, “I.. I don’t want to go. I might not be able to cure you but you shouldn’t be alone. I need to..,“ a thick swallow broke apart the words, “I need to make sure you’re gonna be okay.. Please?”
It wasn´t what he was here for and Rachel couldn´t help but
feel guilty.
Blaine was hurting too, even if it was in a different way.
The three of them, and the others too of course, were barely hanging on by a
thread and nobody really knew how to deal with it. Not at this time of the
night, when the nightmares came and she had Finn in her arms, only for him to
be ripped away from her once more and then again when she woke up and reality
slapped her in the face.
Rachel felt the tears stinging in her eyes as she struggled
to breathe, just curling up in Blaine´s arms. It was selfish of her, she was
well aware of that, but she couldn´t make it stop.
“I´m sorry…” She mumbled again, trying to hold in the sobs
that were threatening to escape her throat, but the attempt just had her body
shaking. “I just…I wish…I…” Rachel tried but broke off, because Blaine knew
what she was going to say anyway. She clung to him, burying her face against
his shoulder.
Feeling Rachel curling into him–Blaine’s arms held her tight and his legs tangled up with hers just for the added reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere. The tip of his nose buried into her hair before he pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled his head back far enough on the pillow that he could catch her attention to give her a small, encouraging smile.
Then she was in his shoulder and he let her hide away. If for no other reason than to give himself a chance to figure out what to say and do. Whatever she needed? He’d give it.
“No apologies, Rachel Not now. Not ever. Especially not for me being here..” Blaine did his best to reassure her. She had no reason to feel guilty for him wanting to help her. That’s what friends are for. “I love you, Rachel.. I’ve got you.”
One arm shifted along her back–long fingers sank into thick strands of her bed crazy hair. Yeah, he got it. They all wished. “Maybe tomorrow we can go for coffee. The three of us. Take a walk down the block to the nearest shop. It’d be good to get out..,” he whispered soothingly trying to give her something to focus on.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I know this is totally out of the blue but there’s no one else I’d rather ask. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) There’s a dinner party this weekend that I’ve been asked to sing at. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I suggested that I should bring a fellow Warbler or two. They jumped at the chance. I was curious..would you like to accompany me if you’re free?
Puck chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Uh, yeah, sure, you’re totally rubbing off of me. Guess you’re a good influence on me after all! Soon enough I might actually start doing my homework regularly. Okay, fine, I promise not to hit my teacher, but I’m only doing it ‘cause of you.” He grabbed Blaine’s coat and walked over to the closet. “Glad you’re doing well, dude.” He hung up the other teen’s coat before turning around to look at him. “Uh, it’s weird not having Kurt around. I keep expecting to see him around school. I miss seeing all of the wacky outfits he wears.” He bit his lip when Blaine mentioned how none of them had visited Kurt yet. “Shit, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but we’re visiting next Friday. It was Rachel’s idea and she was adamant that we all show up. So, we’ll all be there. Ya better act surprised or they’ll know that someone told you. I don’t want or need Berry lecturing me about what a surprise is.”
“I don’t mind taking credit for convincing you not to swing on a school official,” he laughed staring at Puck with a look of bewilderment. “And if I can convince you to start studying? Maybe I’d have another excuse to visit more often? Not to brag, but I can be a pretty good study partner. Up to you though.” Blaine didn’t mean to sound like some sort of nagging mother when he mentioned how he hadn’t seen any of the New Directions kids visit his friend at Dalton. He stood there chewing on his bottom lip as soon as he heard the words echo back to him, watching Puck tuck his coat away.
“Really,” he asked perking up and letting the worry go when Puck let him in on the secret plans to visit, “That would be great. I know he’d love it. He hasn’t mentioned much about it.. Well, anything, about it but you know Kurt. Just because he doesn’t talk about something, doesn’t mean he’s not thinking about it. I know he loves Dalton but I know he misses you guys and struggling to fit into a new school is bound to happen. No matter how welcoming everyone might be. It’d mean a lot to him and might help the transition, you know? Plus? I can get the added bonus of showing you around the school,” he grinned and followed behind Puck towards the living room. “Tours are probably one of my favorite things.”
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