“Oh c’mon, don’t turn the question back on me again!” Elliott whined, although he was smiling a little none the less – god, what the HELL did he tell Kurt? It was bad enough saying he took Blaine in when they broke up, but to say ‘Hey Kurt by the way I stole your man and snogged him and I think we’re a thing now.’
That was WAY too hellish to even think about.
“I don’t know – I mean, I love Kurt, I really do, he’s one of the best friends I’ve made up here…but I don’t think he’ll want to be around me after this. He’s always been frosty about me stealing his things.” The band, attention, the limelight, Blaine.
“And if he stops talking to me, It’ll kick of with the others too, I’m sure. I know Dani will keep in contact with me,” They were beyond best friends by now, they were like soulmates without the relationship, it was…odd. “But the others? Not so much.”
Yet he knew he had to tell them at some point, better sooner than hiding it right?
“Come on. Let’s go sit down, huh,” he asked after watching Elliott slip into the frame of mind that was so clearly written upon the taller man’s features. Probably a reflection of the one written on his own expression. Worry. Blaine was worried, too. More for Elliott than himself. The last thing he wanted was for Elliott to start beating himself up over a kiss.
They could let it remain that if Elliott was so afraid of losing everyone else. Blaine wouldn’t be the one to cost him the price Elliott was afraid might be written on the tag of whatever they might become or were becoming or–.
“I think you should give Kurt more credit. He’s a good person. The best kind of friends that any of his friends could ask for,” and God it hurt to talk about him like this whenever their last words were barely any at all as Blaine was packing up his things. But..as far as how much Kurt loved his friends? He did deserve a hell of a lot of credit for that. A tug to Elliott’s hand asked for him to sit beside him on the sofa.
“He might be hurt but he’ll know it isn’t fair to be. Not after everything. I don’t know. Hiding things from him has never worked out well. He’s smart. He’ll figure it out. Elliott? Or maybe..if you’re afraid of losing him? Maybe we don’t have to–,” he swallowed the last words along with the rock in his throat. “I don’t want to hurt anybody. Not you. Or him. Or.. I don’t know.”
Jeff sat there listening to Blaine’s stumbled words as the water rained down on him. “Blaine, it’s fine I’m okay” He called out as he felt his ass throb, and not in the best way. He closed his eyes and let the warm water roll down his face feeling as if he was suffocating under the stream of water. He let his head fall back against the stall of the shower and felt free from the drowning of water.
Once he finally felt remotely ready to stand he grabbed for the bar in the stall and hoisted himself up. He quickly washed and rinsed and turned off the water and reached out of the stall and grabbed his towel and wrapped it around him. He stood there for a moment and wondered if his roommate was out of the room he was not ready to face the slick gelled boy.
Rubbing his toweled ass he grumbled to himself about the pain that seared through him at the touch. He won’t ever get caught doing that again, he’d promised himself that Blaine wouldn’t hear that again. Quickly dressing he checked himself over and headed out of the room towards where Blaine said they were converging to have that party.
Once he entered the room they were in he spotted his roommate and felt his cheeks flare in embarrassment and wondered if Blaine had laughed as he had come in the room and told the boys about Jeff’s moment in the shower. He bit his lip and walked towards Nicky and nudged him and nodded.
Not a word was breathed to the other boys about Jeff’s shower mishap. Willfully embarrassing someone else wasn’t something Blaine ever enjoyed and couldn’t understand why people who liked it–did. Giving a friend a hard time was one thing? Jeff literally bouncing off the floor of the shower when he busted him singing at the top of his lungs? Yeah. That could be kept between the two roommates.
Laughter bubbled out of the boy who was sitting in the corner of a leather couch with both legs resting sidelong over top of Trent’s. Thad and Wes chatted away on the floor in front of the pair. Blaine grinned along happy to be with so many friends. Some returning back just for tonight before they finished the last of their break with their families. But it was the perfect way to spend the best New Years he’s
Noticing Jeff joined them at last, Blaine’s legs lifted up off Trent’s lap as he scurried over the arm of the couch and hurried over to greet the blond. “Hey! I’m glad you decided to join us,” he smiled warmly and came to a stop on Jeff’s opposite side. Giving Nick a nod–Blaine leaned back against the wall and motioned towards a table set up with drinks (some that shouldn’t be there but were thanks to an unmentioned Warbler (or two) raiding their parents cabinets.
“You can make yourself anything you want. I think Thad mentioned once you were here, we were all going up to the roof. Better get something to take up with you on the way. I guess you can see the fireworks from up there. Pretty neat, huh?” And there came the few bounces on his heels and upturned brows that hinted at just how excited Blaine truly was to go and find out.
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• NAME. blaine devon anderson • ANIMAL. bat • BOYS NAME. brian • GIRLS NAME. brinley • COLOR. burgundy • MOVIE. batman • SOMETHING YOU WEAR. bowtie (haha impossible to resist) • DRINK. bourbon • FOOD. bagel • SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM. bathtub • PLACE. bali • REASON FOR BEING LATE. broken alarm clock
Another quiet breath caught lightly in Kurt’s throat as blue eyes continued to stare out blankly at the crisp white editorial covered walls directly opposite his desk at Isabelle’s Condé Nast office. It had been a long night, his boss’ phones were ringing off the hook and yet somehow, in spite of everything and his current surroundings, he was trembling. Anxiously watching his phone vibrate and alertly scanning over his phone’s notifications as he received yet another pointless e-mail about the latest vintage finds and fashions. He hadn’t slept. It had been practically impossible. The soft, all too familiar sounds of his ex-boyfriend’s gentle breathing haunting him even as he lay there, wide awake, incapable of moving.
Blaine had always been his safety net. His one shoulder to cry on and the one person he could turn to whenever things got messy or complicated. Neither one of them had expected the distance to be easy. Instead, he had been left heartbroken. A piece of him completely evaporated as he had watched him, emotionally belting out the notes to a song that had once meant so much to them. He had been paralyzed. Blaine’s words playing over and over in his mind and his brief talk with Finn only furthering his need to get out of the loft as soon as humanly possible.
Thanking one of his Vogue coworkers for the quiet refill on his coffee mug, he quickly refroze in his position as his eyes glazed over the all too familiar new notifications on his phone’s shiny display. He wasn’t sure what he had anticipated. Whether to respond, or to throw away his number and forget anything had ever transpired between them at all. Typing, hesitant and uncertain; his insides definitely shaking, Kurt finally pressed ‘send’ on his response.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I’m at the office.
Every last detail of the room started to come into focus as he waited for Kurt’s reply wondering if he’d ever get one. Blaine bit into his bottom lip–attention locked on one item in particular sitting on the nightstand beside the bed. The coffee mug he’d placed there before they left for the night was one of those silly touristy looking white ceramics with the New York City skyline hand drawn and wrapped around the entire surface. He’d picked it out and sent it to Kurt only a week after he moved away–stuffed with a few coffee gift cards promising that he’d be there soon to have their coffee dates in person but these were going to have to do until then. Two months ago but it felt like a lifetime now.
Last night, it was filled to the brim with tea as they got ready and Blaine kept sipping it trying to get the courage to say the words that he knew would change them forever. The courage to face what he did and potentially lose Kurt and never get him back. Hoping for the best was the only option he had. Deep down–he knew and feared that he’d get what he deserved. And he did. Fixing it, fixing them was all he had left. Taking it back was impossible. If begging for the chance would give him one? He’d be on his knees right now. But panic set in. How could he fix it if he didn’t have the slightest idea how?
This time–he didn’t have any answers. This time–he was as lost as he’d ever felt. And so so sorry. If guilt could erase everything? Proof positive it couldn’t and wouldn’t was a set of trembling hands and tears welling up in his eyes. Kurt owed him nothing..but he could try? Going back to Ohio without trying? He couldn’t..
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’ll go. I promise. Just.. Can I see you before..? Please,come home.
Puck chuckled at Blaine’s second question and quickly closed the front door, glad he didn’t have to feel the cold air any longer. “I’ve been good, dude. Uh, I mean, I haven’t gotten into any fights recently. I might still be skipping my math class…you would too if you had my teacher. The guy’s a jackass who enjoys making my life a living hell. He knows I suck at math and always calls on me, basically laughing when I don’t get the right answer. If I don’t skip the class, I’d probably end up hitting him…which would be bad, even though it’d serve him right!” He shook his head in frustration. “Uh, do you want me to hang up your coat?” he asked. He was so happy to see Blaine again. “And how are you?”
Blaine shrugged out of his coat and let it hang across his left forearm while giving Puck a playful what was pretending to be ‘incredulous’ look. “You mean to tell me you haven’t gotten into trouble at all? Except skipping math class? And you’re behind honest? Wow.” His bottom lip inched up to press against his upper in a thoughtful/impressed pout. “I have to say that I’m either going to ask if you’re the real Puck? Or give you more guff and ask if I’m rubbing off on you.” An easy grin by laughter thanks to his complete enjoyment out of giving Puck a hard time. That’s what he gets for not inviting him over sooner. Maybe this time–he’ll learn his lesson? “You know–schools usually frown on students hitting each other. Pretty sure hitting a teacher is even worse. How about you try to steer clear of both? And, yes! Thank you.” He quickly shrugged out of his coat and tugged his scarf across the left side of his neck to remove it so he could give both to Puck. “Me? I’m great. Lots of practice and helping Kurt settle in. He’s struggling to find his niche’ but he’ll get there. How are you guys adjusting with him being at Dalton? I’m surprised no one’s visited yet..”
He knew some people found his line of work to be… it was hard to stomach. And the speedster understood that, there were moments when his day job could get to him more than his work as the Flash. Sometimes the two would over like, and it would make him feel like he’d drowning–losing his footing. With time came a a sort of balance. Work as a CSI was not glamorous, and it would never be. “It does get hard, I won’t lie, there are some cases that can dig under my skin,” he admitted, moving to press a soft kiss to his lips. “But this is my job, I started doing this to find out the truth about my mother’s murder. And it’s why I keep doing it. To find the truth, and provide answers,” he knew it was hard to understand. But that was okay, he didn’t explain to completely comprehend it. Now he was far too curious, he wanted to know what happened, and it seemed like Blaine might be willing to share. Although if Barry notices that it bothers him, the speedster would probably stop him. Barry found himself smiling at the other’s condition for telling him. He briefly nuzzles his neck, humming softly; “I can’t promise anything, but I will try to come to you first– if things ever do get bad.”
“I know it gets hard,” Blaine tried to reassure him by capturing the CSI’s hand in both of his and grazing each side of his thumbs back and forth over the pale skin underneath their olive toned edges. “Just know that I’m here for you, okay? No matter what.” Barry’s nightmares weren’t all because of his past. Blaine knew that. Even though the other was doing his best to not make Blaine worry by using that reason on repeat–he couldn’t fully believe that nothing Barry dealt with on a day to day basis wasn’t a cause, too. Or–at least a twist of the handle that opened up the nightmares lurking behind the door to Barry’s childhood. For now–he’d let it be. Drawing in a slow breath, Blaine rested his cheek against the edge of Barry’s shoulder and shrugged both of his. “You know the worst part? My story isn’t far from hundreds of other kids’ stories from Everywhere, USA and beyond. I’m not saying mine is any worse or better. Just..something that never should have to be anything anyone has to face and that there are still kids out there forced to.”
A sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip and he feigned a smile.
“It was a long time ago, okay? Remember that. Because I do,” he trailed off for a beat or two and then picked back up, “I switched schools because what didn’t work out at my old school was me being gay. It was Ohio and a pretty small place. I didn’t hide it. Not after my Dad found out and eventually it got around the whole school. When a particular crowd of boys found out about it? You sure you’re okay hearing this? I don’t want to upset you,” pausing to dart a glance up–Blaine paused to give Barry a measuring squint unsure if he wanted him to continue or not.
Adam followed close behind Blaine down the spiral staircase as he looked around at what would soon be his school for the year. He was excited but worried at the same time hoping the others would like him as well and was just as easy to get along with.
“Whoa, Blaine where’s the fire,love?” He chuckled almost jogging to keep up. the youngers enthusiasm was infectious and looked at whatever he was pointing at and explained stuff to him. He smiled or waved a people who looked at him. He was suddenly confused as he heard music and they were surrounded by Dalton’s glee club. “Oh my gosh, B what is this?” He laughed stepped closer. “Uh, are we about to be attacked by this musical mafia?” He whispered to his host holding his arm.
They arrived at the school close to an hour before class was scheduled to begin. The cafe’ was their first pitstop for coffee. Blaine made it obvious he didn’t need the caffeine two minutes later when he began darting from hallway to hallway to point out the orchestra room, where Adam’s classes would be, the observatory and library with it’s wood polish, old books smell Blaine loved and floor to ceiling bookshelves stuffed to the brim. And–of course–there was Warblers practice for the start of Blaine’s (and, in turn, Adam’s) day. The growing buzzing way the shorter of the pair began to talk about what he loved most about the school–and all the hand motions that went with it–finally reached it’s fever pitch as they walked towards the Warbler choir room. Blaine grinned up to Adam when music filled the air mixed with laughter. “This, Adam,” his hand covered Adam’s leading him backwards into the room. The boys inside lit up at their entrance–all eyes on them. “Is where the WARBLERS practice. I wanted to surprise you and save the best for last. Might as well get comfortable. We’re going to be here for a while. And I dare you to not join in before we’re done.”
Of all the people the Doctor knew named Sebastian, one was a crab and the other was an Italian ski-jumper. This left at least a bit of ambiguity when it came to the source of the text that had reached his phone – number and area code adjusted to the locale (THAT chameleon circuit worked just fine), so it wasn’t unheard of to get a wrong text.
Still. Had to admit, tiny little town like Lima, Ohio (TARDIS had landed him here after he’d called her moody, and then she’d thrown a hissy fit when he tried to leave – whether he liked it or not, he was going to be visiting a town named for a BEAN), it was amazing someone’d managed to text the wrong number quite so quickly. Quite so INTERESTINGLY. The Doctor didn’t do domestics, but he DID do snooping. He scooped the phone up, shooting a polite smile to the waitress who had bent over his table, trying to pour him extra coffee despite the fact he hated the stuff. This was a tiny coffee shop in one of the town’s biggest shopping centres, filled to the brim with businessmen who worked the next building over and were grumpily glaring over their fine silver moustaches at the young-faced Doctor.
Honestly, he was glad for the distraction. He’d have to find a better place for cake while he waited for his ship to calm down; he was already packing up his things to leave.
( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) If it’s any consolation, I’m neither Sebastian nor your long-lost dog, Dalton. ( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) Wrong number. Sorry, I sort of hop around, might’ve taken your friend’s old one. Are you okay? ( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) Do you know where I can find a good /carrot cake/?
Waiting for the reply to come–Blaine’s knee began to bob up and down as his heel tapped against the floor. He swore if Hunter was ignoring his ‘no Sebastian’ stipulation and talking it over with his friend? The deal was off. He’d lose the number and fight every urge in himself to go back and try to fix the horrible twisting feeling in his stomach that visiting the place he loved wrenched into his gut when he saw how things had changed so severely since he left. Sebastian was to be left out of this. He was too good of a person to be involved in this Hunter guy’s Bond villain-ish scheme. Great. Now, he’d have Sam impersonating Bond in his head (Connery’s version, of course) while trying to act so self assured and make demands. He really needed to sleep more.
The ding from his phone caught his attention from his best friend’s ‘Scottish accent’ and lowbrow delivery of iconic movie lines filling up his brain. Blaine sat up stick straight in his chair to gather his posture and put on his game face (even though he was texting?) readying himself for the reply he was perfectly mapping out–wait. He typed the wrong number? Oh holy crap. Yeah–sleep was no longer an option but a necessity.
“Carrot cake,” he mouthed the words and typed in a quick reply back figuring they asked if he was okay before changing the subject to cake. He might as well fill put him in the right direction.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) I put in the wrong number. I’m very sorry to bother you. Thank you for asking but I’m okay. Dealing with a frustrating friend situation. That’s all. ( mssg » not hunter | sent ) The carrot cake at the Lima Bean is pretty great. I swear it’s addicting. The coffee’s fantastic. Much better than Starbucks.
blaine kept stuttering. blushing. avoiding his eyes. in a way that looked nothing like the bashful way he’d done it before. he looked uncomfortable, maybe angry, or even hurt. sebastian felt his stomach drop to his knees, making them buckle. had he? did he? he reached out a hand, but pulled it back when blaine seemed to back away from him. sebastian swallowed down thickly. he opened his mouth to ask, even began the rough words,
❛❛did i—?’ but his voice wouldn’t come out. did i hurt you? his face voided as his eyes stared, wide and dark, pupils blown with concern because blaine looked as though he might be sick if sebastian got too close.
or was it that blaine KNEW? had he…. had he seen, him? and now he didn’t know how to bring it up? sebastian felt humiliation brew up inside him, coiling painfully behind his tensed abs, though he kept his face still. he didn’t know WHAT to think, and it was exasperating when he was used to always know what was going inside the other’s head, from day one. he resisted the urge to take a step back. his fists clenched before he brought them around, crossing his arms tightly. he didn’t want to look WEAK, and he tried to make his shoulders stand proudly as ever, with the same attitude with which he would have crossed his arms back when they were teens. but it was hard to, a lot more than he remembered, specially when his eyes kept hovering over blaine’s face, searching feverishly for some kind of answer. ‘just tell me, killer.’ he cut in, patience growing thin with blaine’s increasingly pathetic excuses. whatever it was, sebastian would FIX it. he’d try. he had nearly but blinded blaine once, what could be worse than that?
suddenly he felt a new wave of nausea. you were a mess. had he said something? but blaine had heard that from him, before, right? that wasn’t the first time sebastian would have drunkenly declared something to him. sure. he had made a promise. but blaine and him barely saw each other as it was nowadays, and he’d been out of his mind enough not to remember it the next day. surely he deserved some slack? it wasn’t like he’d intentionally disrespected blaine’s great love, or something. he bit his lips inside his mouth, before releasing them, and forcing his arms to unwind, rolling one shoulder, instead.
the answer made him stop. he stared at blaine, or rather, through blaine, as his eyes blanked and his mouth slackened. he’d kissed him. his lips tingled again like they’d been doing all morning, and then he GOT IT. for a moment there was relief. that was a lot better than any of the options he’d been considering. but then he looked up at blaine as he spoke again and his eyebrows pressed. he stared at him, but no matter for how long he did, he just couldn’t remember it. he breathed in. he knew it was stupid to ask, it was incredibly stupid, and even if the answer was something else, he also knew how probable it was that blaine would say NO, either way. and yet…
‘did you kiss me back?’ his heart skipped a beat. it was ridiculously corny to say so, but it did just as his whole body tightened. he looked at blaine and there was a plea in his green eyes. an open, unguarded for once, request, for the TRUTH. just that. nothing else blaine’s altruist brain might think would sound better.
Seeing Sebastian tensing as he waited for him to blurt out the answer the other so desperately wanted to hear–Blaine took a step back after he said it. Maybe he was overreacting in his hesitation to blurt it out. Maybe he was making the proverbial mountain out of a molehill. But the kiss wasn’t something so trivial to him as to brush it off. Because the kiss just happened to be from Sebastian. Who Blaine knew wouldn’t want to shirk off remembering that the two of them finally did that Sebastian was never quite able to hide his want for. Even in his best behavior times where he thought he was. There was always a longing in Sebastian’s eyes that Blaine could feel down to his very core. Hidden or not. And it always tugged on his heartstrings each time he turned away. The worst worry was something ingrained in him for a very long time. –Please don’t think I took advantage of you. I didn’t. I promise.–
Sebastian staring at him the way he was? Blaine almost thought he did and was ready to gush out whatever apology and denial of the fact before he was quickly escorted towards the door if that would happen. So often he could read Sebastian down to a ‘T’ but this was uncharted territory and he hated not being able to when he needed it most. “I didn’t take–,” he began to mumble. Under his breath at first like he had to test the waters of his explanation before dishing it out. The question cut his voice to silence and he bit his lip, eyes so hesitant as he read over Sebastian’s pleading stare. His heart leapt to his throat. Why was he so tense? Why was he begging him so hard?
His breathing turned shallow and he tucked his chin towards his collar–reading it all wrong and mucking things up in a way that was wholly his version of doing so. “Y-Yes,” the truth came out in a small and fractured, guilty whisper. “I kissed you back. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have. You were drunk and I wasn’t. I knew what you were going to do. It was obvious it was about to happen and I..” A flashed sardonic smile of utter frustration bared clenched together teeth as his hand wrenched from the counter and rubbed the back of his neck.
He finally looked away, towards the counter and the window past the sink with an exasperated sigh. “I let it happen.” There. Sebastian had the truth. Not some story to soften the blow. Blaine couldn’t resist him with that stare. Much to the other’s disbelief–Sebastian had settled himself into more than one of Blaine’s weak spots over the years and he’d just struck the biggest one with the way he plead for the truth, the tone of his voice and that. damn. stare.
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