He doesn’t know what he expected when he asked Blaine to help him work out but he’s been watching Blaine watch him for WEEKS now ( equal parts kicked puppy and horny teen) and Sam can’t just stay quiet about it. The way he sees it, it’s not fair on Blaine, letting him pine after someone he thinks he CAN’T HAVE and bite his tongue ‘cause he thinks he can’t talk about it. Sam’s glad that he opens up easily, that he doesn’t have to PRY it out of him, and the confession makes him feel warm inside. Spent so much time chasing people that didn’t want to want him that being wanted — hearing that he’s wanted — feels so damn GOOD.
He sets his hands on the floor to push himself CLOSER, knees-to-chest, and tilts his head into Blaine’s space. It’s a risk, crossing this line. Always a chance that he’s destroying their friendship, but he doesn’t wanna destroy BLAINE by ignoring his feelings either. And Blaine’s — amazing. Sam’s sure they could get back to how they were BEFORE today if Blaine decides he doesn’t want to do this. He makes eye contact and licks his lips, leaves no room for misinterpretation.
“You can HAVE ME, if you want.”
It slipped. He couldn’t help it. Holding it in any longer would suffocate him surely because he certainly felt like there was a hand around his throat growing tighter and tighter the longer it took for Sam to say anything. The pause between his confession and when Sam inched forward felt like a crushing press of the pause button on time itself. What did he just do to them by saying what he said? Blaine wouldn’t ever be able to find the means of telling Sam how precious he was to him. Not only because he wanted him. But because of everything Sam had already given was priceless in Blaine’s world.
A person he could rely on. A soft heart and such a sweet, caring soul that Blaine knew if he lost it–his would would never be the same. He waited. Half afraid and half so full of hope that–maybe–this time he’d gotten through out of bluntness. A secret that wasn’t a secret finally made tangible and real because his answer made it that way. Undeniable. Irretractable. A blessing or a deathblow. There were knees against his chest and his heart thundered against Sam’s legs. Unsteady hands cupped bended kneecaps, palms to their points shook before clinging tight. Hazel eyes watched a tongue sweep over a mouth that held the key to everything that would or wouldn’t be between them with the answer it would give. When Sam spoke–Blaine’s gaze flicked up to meet his. Disbelief and relief. ‘You can have me, if you want.’ And Blaine wanted him so badly that he couldn’t breathe. “I want you..,” their foreheads touched as Blaine lifted up to rest them together.
“I need..” Words cut short when the corners of their mouths touched and Blaine shuddered from head to toe at the taste. “Sam,” eyes squeezed shut. One more ragged breath. The warmth of Blaine’s right hand left Sam’s knee and fingertips gently touched his chin and turned him in His left hand lifted to cup the back of Sam’s head, thumb tracing the shell of his ear.
Their lips brushed together with every word. “Are you sure?”
Her eyes became hard as s t e e l as she glances over at the other. She could feel the air turn c o l d e r around her as her withering gaze found theirs and her fists c l e n c h e d at her sides with the vice grip that turns her knuckles the p u r e s t of white.
; ; ; “ Nothing is OKAY, so stop telling me that. Nothing will EVER be okay… again. “ she b r e a k s off, her voice breaking at the end and her gaze, though still h a r d, softening with the weight of the tears in her eyes.
Blaine understood the girl’s frustration, hurt and most of all her ANGER. Because he experienced every single twist and stomach wrenching, drop-you-to-your-knees feeling she is going through. And, sometimes, he still does.Telling her that wouldn’t help her. It’d only make things worse knowing that as time passes the ache might dim, dull, and fade. Even turn to happiness and delight but there are still storms to weather that build into hurricanes you can only stare into the eye of when you realize how unhelpful you are to yourself or anyone else.
To be able to actually affect someone standing in front of him. That can listen and let you have hope knowing you made them smile. That’s what gets him through his dark. Maybe he could help her get through hers? “I know how it feels to hurt. I know how it feels to be so frustrated that you feel it burning inside your veins. But,” his fingertips lifted from the water in the birdbath he’d been playing with to wiggle the water droplets off. “You’re not alone now. You have me. I don’t know how much that means to you but I’m not leaving you. Okay?”
Hunter was just about ready to collapse. He had no idea how Blaine would retaliate after he pushed him. All he knew was that he COULDN’T back down now. From a young age, he had a moral code of being all in or all out, && if he was being kicked out, well then he’d leave with a bang. It was decided the moment he lost his temper. This argument was going to be to be fought with fists, mostly because he didn’t have nearly enough emotional strength to talk it out. Hearing Blaine try to defend himself was pure agony for the newly ex captain. Irritatingly enough, the way he denied it all wasn’t even the worst part. The thing that tore Hunter to pieces was that he wanted to believe it. He wanted so badly to trust in his new friend, but trust wasn’t something he was use to giving out — especially if he had a reason to withhold it. Experiencing pain && suffering left you one of two ways. Stronger, or colder. It was clear in the two of them, who picked which route. The least Hunter could do to excuse his behavior was to trust that he had good reason to be angry. When in reality, he just thought he did. That was one he’d pay for down the line. Now he was in too deep to make up && move on. They wanted a terrible leader? A raging tyrant with no respect for anyone? Fine. That was exactly what they would get. Damn it, why did Blaine have to make that state of mind so hard to stomach? He really was making him WEAK.
More than anything he wanted to shout back that no, he didn’t care. He couldn’t give a rats ass about them if he wanted to. Only he couldn’t, because over time Hunter came to realize those were just dirty little lies. && Something about looking into those focused, caring eyes made it SO damn hard to lie! Watching Blaine stumble caused an instant reaction, his body nearly reaching out for him to take back what he had done. As usual, it was too late. The fury was so clear in his eyes, but Blaine still managed to find serenity in his tone. How the HELL did he do it? If the situation were different, Hunter would be seeking guidance from a voice of reason so controlled. That was something he was heavily LACKING at this point in his life. Instead of speaking up && just shouting I DO, the taller male swallowed the lump in his throat. The nerves that pushed him to such extremes were falling apart before his eyes, && without considering the outcome he moved forward again. There was bound to be a shield to his attack, but this time he wasn’t coming forward with fists. Instead, he took hold of Blaine’s wrists ( clearly not as rough as he could of been ). The tug was just enough to bring them closer together. Heavy breaths fell from Hunter’s trembling lips as he examined the face only inches from his own. The moment was fleeting, because he quickly leaned in for a desperate kiss. It was unlike any other instinct he’d felt before. Having been no stranger to lust, or violence, the turn of events shouldn’t of shocked him as much as it did. It was barely three seconds before he realized the mistake of it all. His weakness was showing again. It wasn’t that he was falling victim to lust through hatred, but instead through an extremely opposite feeling. Not yet love, but nothing close to hate. It was simply, new. “Fuck—” was the only word he could get out as he drew back, trying to make the first step before getting pushed away. Always better to leave than to be rejected, right? With that thought in mind he continued backing away, prepared to leave before things got any WORSE.
Blaine felt his insides twist and cringe when Hunter came forward again. Pleading eyes from a boy who was so desperate to have his friend believe that he would never purposefully hurt him the way Hunter thought he had turned wary and hesitant. Pupils swallowed up most of their hazel shades as he readied himself for whatever was to come. He didn’t want this to turn into a fight. Not a single part of him wanted to hurt Hunter. Not in the way he was being blamed for and most certainly not physically. A dozen ways to put Hunter down and restrain him til he calmed himself flew through Blaine’s mind as every step Hunter took brought him closer. Heels steadied themselves against the floor, muscles tensed and readied for the inevitable battle for control that Blaine trained to win just as much as Hunter had in his military school. This would be a moment where what happened between them would define how they left this room. And Blaine was determined that no matter what shape it was? Bruises wouldn’t be involved. “Please,” he heard himself whisper out in a voice that sounded beyond breathless and so much smaller than he wanted. Don’t do this was cut short when his wrists were grabbed. Lips parted and–.
Everything that he was prepared for came crashing down in flames as a mouth collided with his. The world never went black for Blaine. Who stood there wide eyed through the whole thing, arms going slack from the vice grip Hunter hands wrapped around his wrists. Seconds went by and Blaine only just caught up to this happening and it was over. His mouth tingled. Hunter’s taste lingered on his lips and spread over his tongue. Did he really kiss him back without realizing it? Or was he so caught off guard that he stood there frozen? How could he not remember when it happened just now? Hunter was allowed to move freely. No burdens put on his retreat from a body that couldn’t move an inch. Shock was written all over the Warbler’s face. “Why did you do that,” he listened to himself feeling as if it was a voice he heard that didn’t belong to him. “Why did you–Hunter?” His left hand moved to cover his right wrist where a dull ache began to throb now that confusion was coaxing the adrenaline caused by their argument and the abrupt explosion caused by it to wear off. Hunter made it perfectly clear from day one that he had no interest in guys. Their friendship ran deep but not once did they cross a line that would give Blaine a reason to wonder otherwise. Why this? Why now? Why did he want to step forward and make sure Hunter was okay? The last question was easy. Because he cared. The other two questions were in an unending scream inside his skull. Seeing how shocked or as it terrified Hunter looked? The kiss was an accident. An alternative to a punch that Blaine was certain up until their lips met was heading right at him. So far? Blaine wasn’t sure which one he preferred considering what might happen when Hunter had time to let it sink in what he just did.
A soft laugh left Isaac’s lips as he moved his hands to cover his mouth. He thought it was adorable. It was such a cheesy date proposal and he loved it. An enthusiastic nod prefaced his speech, “Of course I’d want to do that. That’s a thousand times than coffee and you must know just how to capture my heart…” He shook his head. Autumn always had been his favourite time of the year. It wasn’t too cold and he had an excuse to wear his sweaters and scarves. “Honestly, it’s like you can read me like a book or something.” He rested a hand on top of Blaine’s as he nodded again. “Your idea is perfect.”
Fall was, and always would be, Blaine’s favorite season. Comfy sweaters, the smell of leaves in the air, warm blankets to cuddle under. Colors that took your breath away. And–well everything–about Fall was amazing. Now–he had someone to spend at least one of his favorite things to do during it with. Not just someone. Isaac. Capture his heart? "Well, if I’m being honest? Great! Because maybe that’s what I’m trying to do,” even though the edge of his lip was stuck between his teeth–Blaine managed another soft smile down at the hand now covering his. The touch gave him enough courage to let his fingertips become more of a solid presence where they sat. His thumb curved up to run a small circle against the edge of Isaac’s hand. Squinting thoughtfully–hazel eyes read across Isaac’s. “The idea’s only as perfect as the person that inspired it. So? Thanks for being that.”
Isaac shrugged, his shoulders all the way up so that they touched his ears. This ‘idea’ seemed intriguing and he really wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to be with Blaine, if he was being quite honest. He nodded almost too enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’d love that.” He moved to rest his hand on Blaine’s shoulders. “I don’t what it is, but it sounds fantastic.” He nodded again just to make sure he was clear. The muscles in his face were in pain for smiling so much, but he didn’t mind it. It was actually nice to be so happy for once.
Warmth that stemmed from Isaac’s touch against his shoulder spread in a slow, wonderful feeling wave across his back. Blaine leaned into it–smiling down at his lap so wide that his teeth were showing. “I–uh–Better than coffee that you can have any day and the Lima Bean isn’t anything special for a first date.” He licked his lips and gently patted Isaac’s knee in thought. His hand stayed there, though. Fingertips light as a feather where they touched. “You know that there’s a pumpkin patch that’s open pretty late. They have this amazing cider stand. Seriously. he stuff can’t be beat. Anywhere. I was thinking we drop by. Maybe grab something that isn’t just coffee. We could walk around? Check out their cheesy little corn maze. I don’t know,” dark brows twitched up, “Just an idea..”
“Tonight? Yeah- yeah tonight works.” He can do that. Now if he could just get himself to stop babbling in that nervous way he does, that would truly be something. “Where should I meet you?” He assumes they’ll be meeting, Leonard and Hartley would be so much more disapproving if he let a high school buddy know where they were staying, clueless or not. Hell Mick would probably give him a look for that.
Blaine sounded excited though, that was nice. It put Barry a bit more at ease somehow, but also not. He just might be ruining what Blaine thought would be a fun night with Sebastian, getting instead Barry’s confession that Sebastian wasn’t even real. Fantastic. He notes idly that Snart would impressed with his previous ability to lie. If only he’d held onto it, but on the spot bullshit was no longer Barry’s forte really.
“We can meet at the Stonewall if you’re interested? I can text you the address and we can go from there?” Blaine was definitely thrilled for the chance to spend time with someone he’s often thought about throughout the years since high school. They had a friendship at one point. One that was very important to him and never should have just faded with time, circumstance, and the way their lives went in opposite directions. Maybe this was a chance to fix that?
Even if it was fleeting and only lasted as long as Barry’s visit to New York City–which he hoped that wasn’t the case–it’d be worth it just to be around Sebastian again and get to know what’s happened with him. Was he happy? Safe? Successful? Blaine only ever wished him the best. Hopefully–that was exactly what Sebastian got. “I’m on my way there already. Just out the door so it’ll take me about a half an hour to be there. Is that too soon? There’s no rush.” Out the door and into the throng of foot traffic towards the subway–Blaine grinned happily down at the tops of his leather shoes. “The place is kind of my thing.”
Before coming here, Sebastian really had no idea in particular on what he was going to do for the night until he went back home. He truly DIDN’T have the objective to come straight here. It was one of those nights where he needed to run from his home for awhile, breathe in fresh air and escape the SUFFOCATION that solitude could give him at times. Sleeping was hard a lot of the times for him with all of the night terrors. So many nights, just like this one, he’d just drive endlessly through the night with music blaring. It was an ESCAPE. On this night particular? No matter how much he began to drive he didn’t feel like he was running away from ANYTHING at all. Trapped in a sense. So?? He went to the one place he KNEW he’d find someone who would spend time with him despite it being late night. Someone who made him happy and feel at home (for a reason he could never bring himself to understand). Blaine did that for him, and he played it off as is he had just casually dropped by pretty skillfully. Blaine was quick to hand out with him for someone that had a boyfriend but MAYBE that was just Sebastian’s hopeful mind talking.
One last light laughter over the fact that he’d accomplished at teasing Blaine and a SMIRK down at the texts on his phone screen before he set it aside and lounged back in his seat to wait for Blaine. Flipping down the driver seat visor in the mean time to check himself out in the mirror, gelled hair is adjusted a bit and he makes a model-esque face at himself to assure he looked hot for Blaine before flipping it back up. SURE, they were just friends but they both knew Sebastian would forever want MORE. They were at the point where it didn’t affect their friendship though; Though had it ever?? Eyes glance over to see Blaine making his way to the car, and the Warbler finds himself grinning like an IDIOT all the way until he passenger door is opened. Blaine is greeted with a look that read more than happy to see him. Sebastian always tried to play it cool and be subtle like he’d accomplished at before but at times like this he’s a smiling mess. ❝ What can I say, buddy? I missed my favorite – and the ONLY tolerable – McKinley boy. Get in, sleepy head. You look like you just smoked a joint. ❞ A playful laugh leaves his lips, a pair of fingers tightening around the wheel.
What never ceases to make Blaine feel so amazed by the boy in the driver’s seat is the fact that when Sebastian looks at him? He looks at him like Blaine’s never seen him look at anyone else. There was a light in Sebastian’s eyes that Blaine knew wasn’t there when he started out on his late night drive. No one combs the roads of Westerville in the middle of a fall evening with nothing on their mind and for no reason. They’ve talked about a lot of things by now. Secrets shared that Blaine–oddly–felt okay to tell to Sebastian and let the weight of his thoughts be bared on shoulders that wanted to take the haul. Maybe it was some weird reciprocation thing. Because Sebastian has shared a lot about what goes on in his life with Blaine. Considering some of it wasn’t pleasant or happy? Sebastian might’ve felt like he had to make up for giving over those details by taking some of Blaine’s burdens that he was too cautious to hurt others or make them worry by sharing them. Kurt would worry too much. He had enough issues that they were working through. Blaine would never add to that list. Not that Kurt couldn’t take it. He would and he’d do it willingly over and over. Blaine knew that.
What he–also–knew was that he was carefully selfish to keep these thoughts or details about his life to himself until Sebastian came along. Then the layers of careful were peeled away by someone who has been there. In their own version that was similar but different. A common ground of loneliness in ways built by empty, large houses–gifts to keep themselves occupied–and a world that most kids their age would give an arm and a leg to have until they knew it came with dinners eaten alone–yet one more phone call of Sorry, son, can’t make it and experiences you dealt with alone that could chip away at self-confidence or leave you feeling–well as quiet (because Blaine didn’t want to use any other words to describe it, not even in his own thoughts) as the house that was soon to be in their rearview mirror. Sebastian lived for moments when his father wasn’t around, it seemed. Blaine lived for moments were his was. The biggest contrast but still oddly..alike emotionally. When he was settled in and the blanket he wished he could share with Sebastian and not end up with them driving off the road was pulled up to his shoulders and he was a ball in the driver’s seat facing his friend? Blaine reached a hand over, cupped his fingers over Sebastian’s palm on the stick shift and laughed. “Me? Smoke a joint? Are you nuts? Yeah..no. Where are we going? I know a place if you’re interested and awake enough. It’ll take us about an hour to get there though. Unless we’re already en route to somewhere? If so? We can wait until another day.”
Jeff laughed as he watched Blaine pushing him towards the door and continued bouncing down the hallway calling out “ohhhh yeah!!!” hearing replies in return as he guided Blaine towards the stairs and down towards the room where the Practice was held. “You’ll enjoy practice were working on stuff for sectionals, and if we win then we practice for regionals, and if we win then we go to nationals” he beamed. “The last few years we’ve been good enough to get to Sectionals and Regionals, but sometimes we struggle at Nationals. Perhaps if you join we could get help!” he rambled as he made it to the door with Blaine.
He threw the doors open and called out “Hey guys, Look what I brought!” he stepped aside and pushed blaine playfully into the room “Fresh meat and he smells amazing!” he teased laughing as he’d seen Nick roll his eyes at him and shook his head.
Entering he shut the door behind him and Blaine and made his way over to the couch pulling Blaine gently with him “You can sit with me and Nicky” he proclaimed pushing Thad off the couch with a grin and giving the spot to Blaine and sitting next to Nicky who looked at him with a shocked face at his behavior and he beamed proud of himself bringing Blaine to the group.
“I might be the worst singer in the world and you’re asking me to join from what I hear is the best a capella boys group this side of the Mississippi. If not both sides. Are you sure you’re willing to take a chance on me,” he grinned. Sure he’d spoken about belonging to a singing group at his previous school but Blaine never mentioned to what extent. For all they knew? He could be the quiet, mousy guy in the back that could barely hold a tune and was let in because people felt too sorry to say no. Laughter bubbled out of him as he kept up with Jeff growing more and more excited the closer they got to the infamous double doors of the Warblers private room.
Steps stuttered to an abrupt stop at the shout Jeff announced their arrival with. Crimson heat spread over his face, neck and disappeared into the crisp, white collar of his dress shirt. One arm slung over his middle and fingers lightly touched the bent elbow of the other. Using lifted fingertips to hide behind–Blaine palmed his embarrassed grin and spread his fingertips away from his forehead to flick a wave to the other guys. “I.. Hi. I don’t know what he’s saying but–hi. Should I be worried or something?” When in doubt? Tease back.
Seeing Thad thunk onto the floor–Blaine’s eyes flared wide for a second but as the boy began to laugh and shake his head–Blaine offered him his hand to help him sit up. To his surprise? Trent took a seat on the floor beside the couch happy to use the arm to lean back against and not letting Blaine give up ‘his seat’ no matter how many times he tugged or motioned for the poor boy to sit back down again. He’d take the floor. Or wherever. As long as he got to be a part of this. Settled next to Jeff–he finally glanced at each face that greeted him. “Thanks for having me. Please. Ignore what he said. I just want to hear you guys sing without battling a small crowd to catch a glimpse. Promise. You won’t even know I’m here.”
Barry maneuvered them so that he would be able to look at him, and keep the other close. “I did warn you, but don’t worry– I’m trying not to carry my work with me. It’s usually just really hard cases that I sometimes work late on.” It was true, most if not all his work tended to stay in the his lab at the CCPD. Especially now, last thing he wanted was for Blaine to be exposed to that again. “Sometimes… it does get to me, but I have to move past it, I’ve got a job to do after all,” the speedster said with a smile on his lips. There’s a slight frown on his face, confused, and curious. “….Did something happen? I mean, if you want to tell me, if not that’s okay,” he said reaching out to cup his face, and caress the arch of his cheek.
Fit between Barry’s side and the sofa–Blaine nodded and lifted his head from where his cheek was pressed against the pointed edge of Barry’s shoulder to look in his eyes. “You’re okay with what you do? I’ve read stories about it eating at a person too much and they get lost to all that death and hurt. I’d never want that to happen to you.” Which was why he was so hesitant to bring up that part of his past to almost anyone he was close to. Other than a skim over of making it through a dark spot because he understood where they were. Or to make a point in the vaguest sense of been there, been through it, came out better than okay he could give without drawing too much attention why he sympathized so greatly. Tilting up into the touch–hazel searched vibrantly beautiful green. “Yeah. Something happened. I,” a kiss to Barry’s cheek, “First. You promise you’ll come to me if work gets too much. Please? You won’t keep it inside?”
Sebastian would rather Blaine didn’t ask anything at all. What COULD he say, anyway? You’re why. It wasn’t exactly Blaine’s fault. It’d never been his fault that Sebastian had just so STUPIDLY ──── No. It was a lot easier to forget it on the cock of some hot stranger, and when that didn’t cut it, on a succession of tequila shots. He couldn’t answer why he’d called Blaine, if he tried. He didn’t know why. Why would he torture himself that much? He’d always liked a little pain but that was just SAD. In a circus freak way. And he’d never pegged himself for that much of a masochist. That was always the thing, wasn’t it? Sebastian did always find someone, but that someone was never BLAINE, no matter how close he tried to cut it. No matter how much he searched for the little things on every attractive drunk stranger that crossed his way. The way he’d FELT ( and fuck him if he didn’t hate the word ) when he first set eyes on Blaine, he’d never been able to replicate. There wasn’t enough pot in the world to make him go that high it seemed, so pushing it out of his head seemed like the best second alternative. Sebastian’s mind was empty at the moment, however, sense only really starting to wake up more as the smell of caffeine started to fill the place. He’d just closed fingers around his precious box and as Blaine finished setting the coffee up, he was settled on the counter. He blinked lazily and ran a hand through his hair with a short yawn, as he offered Blaine the box, and didn’t pay much attention as he also stuffed his mouth until the former warbler outright MOANED around the dessert. He snorted, but the humor was cut dry by the sudden touch on his knee. He glanced down at the hand on him, then up again, suddenly aware of how close Blaine’d got when he wasn’t paying attention.
Eyes finally gathering their usual piercing attention back, Blaine’s touch a lot more effective as wake up call than a whole pot of coffee. His lips curled slowly in an amused smile that tried to cover up the rest, smarmy nose. “It’s what I’D do anyways.” He shrugged. Blaine didn’t have to know he’d never share a single eclair in that box with anyone else in the first place. He picked a second one and placed the box besides himself on the counter, open in offer, getting a bite and raising his eyebrows at Blaine’s next words. “Creepy, killer. But sure. As long as I get a question in return.” His wink implied the essence of the question he wanted. Despite the default joking, though, something in Blaine’s hazel eyes stirred his already upset stomach, and he pursed his lips behind his eclair as he hoped coffee would be up soon.
“Creepy,” Blaine’s face screwed up in a look of confusion as he continued to eat his eclair making careful not that the box was sat aside. Thus became an open invitation to have another if he so chose. And–face it–he probably would if only just to prolong the moment where he would have to come out with the question he sought permission to ask in the first place. “How is that creepy? I have a question. That’s all. Maybe you’re just as creepy for saying you get a turn too. So there.” He mocked a scoff and scrunched his nose up at the sleepy guy on the countertop. Make no mistake–his tongue jutted out in last ditch albeit a childish protest that he was the creepy one. With one final steamy poof–the coffee was set and he finally stepped far enough away from Sebastian that his hand dropped to his side. Coffee. Ah coffee. Bless you, coffee. For only for being the most wonderful liquid in existence but for being done so he had something else to busy himself with other than taunting Sebastian. Fun as it was? Sebastian always taunted back and Blaine wasn’t awake enough for them to play on even turf yet. Unlike his hung-over friend on the countertop? Blaine had a sleep schedule most of the time and b arely getting any the night before was going to take a few cups of something highly caffeinated to let his brain catch up enough to be an equal contender to Sebastian Smythe.
“You know? This is an extremely amazing feat to pull off with you barely having anything inside your pantry. We should take you grocery shopping for breakfasts that don’t come out of boxes delicious as they are.” Taking care to scrounge the kitchen for ingredients that he always heard Sebastian put into his coffee–except the liquor, Sebastian had enough liquor last night–Blaine hummed as he polished off the simple cream and sugar he put in his own once Sebastian’s was finished. Returning back to stand beside a set of long legs dangling from the counter–Sebastian’s cup was offered to him as Blaine took a sip from his own looking up at him over the rim of his mug as he tested the flavor. The ceramic was barely apart from his lips as he murmured… “Sorry. Mother Mode activated–I guess.” He cringed inwardly. Procrastinating eloquently could only last so long before he ended up going into lecture mode. With a sigh–hazel eyes lowered their gaze towards the half disappeared dark brown contents of his cup. “Sebastian? I know you were pretty far gone when you called me and that’s fine as long as you’re being safe. But,” he squinted up at him trying to find the courage to just ask. What if it was all a blur and Sebastian forgot? Was it awful Blaine felt a pain in his stomach at the idea he might have? Cruel as it might be considering where they were once Sebastian sobered up and the sun rose–there was something inside of Blaine that didn’t want him to forget. Maybe because it might’ve been the only time it’d ever happen. A kiss. Just a kiss. But one he could still feel if he closed his eyes. Yes. There was a huge amount of cruelty for wanting not just him to go back to being who they really are to each other the next day without that phantom lingering in the back of his mind. But he had to know.
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