“Okay, so the big question is, are we in a Thai, Chinese, or Pizza mood? Or I’m sure Breadstix’s delivers too, but i’m not 100% I’m in the mood for Italian tonight,” Dave listed, putting Blaine on speaker so that he could start to pull up the numbers of their favorite take-out places. Dave flushed, wondering if maybe suggesting a fort was a bad idea. However, that was soon gone and he was relieved that his suggestion hadn’t actually been as stupid as he thought it might be. “I might have yes. I mean I haven’t really done a fort in awhile, but I think between the couches and chairs and all the blankets in the house we could make it work. Drag the tv inside? I think I might have an extension chord long enough for that. I’ll look for that when we get off the phone. And pizza it is.” he paused, his imagination now running wild. There were endless possibilities for what they could do in the fort together. Dave felt like he knew Blaine was going to say, however, he wasn’t going to question Blaine’s choice of words. “And I adore the fact that you’re so willing to do this with me.”
“Pizza always works. If you’re not in the mood for it though? Chinese and me? You can never go wrong,” he grinned into the rearview mirror before making the turn onto Dave’s street. “Surprise me. Either way? I’m fine with whatever. Dave? Better hurry up and make that call. Or can you web order? Because I’m about to your place.” They could find the extension chord together for all Blaine cared. What he wanted most was to spend time with Dave. The rest of their plans were all one incredibly heartwarming treat after another. Sighing in relief when Dave seemed to sense what he was about to say but let it slide when he went a different route–Blaine laughed happily. “More than willing. I’m so excited I think my foot forgot to let up on the gas.” Chewing on the edge of his tongue as he mulled over what he almost said before he was ‘let off the hook’–he hesitated and then shook the idea out of his mind. Which was a terrible way of putting it because Dave never put him on a hook. He did a great enough job putting himself on one more times than not though. Another time. Who tells someone something that means that much over the phone though? Because–lately–he was coming to realize–well–another time. “See you in ten minutes. You’re sure you don’t need me to get anything?”
This whole thing was getting out of hand and Tina lost it when Blaine said they’d bring Burt along with them. Once her laughter subsided, she grinned at her best friend. “Yeah, that’s probably a better idea. Burt’s pretty relaxed so he probably won’t have a problem with it.” She couldn’t help thinking back to when Kurt hadn’t come out to his father yet and Burt walked in on her, Kurt and Brittany practicing the Single Ladies dance and how Kurt said she was his girlfriend but they weren’t exclusive. Burt just went with it. The memory caused her to break out in giggles again. “How could I not notice? I thought this year would be easier for me to actually get to sing but it hasn’t mattered.” Tina sighed. She wasn’t sure that Mr. Schuester was a teacher that she actually liked. He played favorites just like Coach Sylvester but just not as obvious about it. “You think its bad since you’ve been with us but that’s only the tip of the iceberg.” It was great to look forward to graduation because she was done with McKinley, with the New Directions, with everything. At the mention of the pictures, she smiled. Tina didn’t want the negativity to ruin this for them. “Alright, let’s go find Sam and plan this out. Of course, he does. I’m not surprised.”
“We’ll find Sam in a second. First?” Seeing Tina’s sudden mood drop after her giggle fit brought Blaine springing into action because there was no way, no how this moment was going to be ruined by Mister Schuester’s lack of noticing how amazingly talented his best friend was. Or Tina doubting herself because some high school glee club teacher wasn’t giving her the credit she deserved. They were almost out of there. McKinley would be a thing of their past. But what would be? Was them for each other. So? He was bound and determined to make this trip to Disneyland the best day of their entire school year. Bar none. No if’s, and’s or but’s. Without a single thought–Tina’s lap was soon his seat. Blaine plopped himself into it–carefully–and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “First I want you to tell me how excited you are. What rides you want to go on and who your favorite Disney princess is. These are all important parts of our journey,” he nodded firmly, “and we’re not moving an inch til you do.” So said his refusal to move. Not even a little bit!
❝ Maybe so – but either way it doesn’t even matter anymore because you’re becoming mine as we speak, baby. ❞ he replies with voice full of a deep CRAVING, eyes on fire as a hand reaches to caress up Blaine’s shoulder and on his neck. Fingers wrapping around olive skin that was missing a collar on it (not for long). The mere TEASE of a choke but he doesn’t add any pressure. Sebastian leans in and he’s pressing a kiss to Blaine’s cheek before the leather is moving from his one hand to being tightened and buckled around his lover’s neck. The exact amount of tightness that he knows he likes. Sebastian looks him over with the collar now on his neck and GRINS at him. He’s just so incredibly beautiful and there will never be a day where Sebastian finds himself becoming immune to it. Seeing his fiance fall into sub space was always an amazing experience. ❝ Mmm, there we go. There’s my collared little sub. ❞
Brilliantly bright golden hazel eyes blink owlishly as he bows his chin down in a nod of understanding and giving in. In moments like this–Sebastian’s voice can fill up the entire room. Echo around him thick enough that he can feel the weight of it in the air. Blaine can’t argue the opposite. He’s falling and he’s more than fine with that. Because no matter how far he goes–Sebastian’s always there guiding his way down and then back to the surface again. The blaze in Sebastian’s eyes makes Blaine’s stomach tighten and he drops his shoulders to bare more of his neck for the teasing caress that turns into a hold he waits to feel tighten. When it eases instead–his lips purse and then go slack. Eyelids heavy as the collar is put in place and he swallows just to feel the tightness. By now–he’s not holding the covers anymore. He has to touch him. Both hands have come to rest on the top of Sebastian’s thigh and he clings while inching in to press a kiss to the corner of his Sir’s mouth. “Yours.”
Right as he watches Blaine face change at the sight of the leather collar dangling in Sebastian’s hand, he knows that his fiance is going to be trying real hard to turn down the idea of having the TIGHTNESS and SECURITY of the collar around his neck. Try to shrug off the ONE item that makes him feel like he belongs to Sebastian so strongly; More than normally (which was a lot). But he wouldn’t let that happen because he knew Blaine well enough to know that he WANTED it bad. It would just take Sebastian to make him give in.
All through Blaine’s reply, hes looking at him with deep intentions dancing in green hues. Stepping closer, head tilts a little as he smirks down at his lover. Collar was in his hand as he reaches to move curls from his eye. ❝ Lost or not – I still found it.❞ he replies softly in a makes-no-sense sentence but owns it as if it’s the most logical thing in the world. ❝ —— And I think we need to put it on you. It’s been FAR too long since you’ve been reminded of your place.Don’t you think?❞ he hums, sitting on the bed by Blaine’s covered up feet. One more dangle of the collar is given once again. ❝ C’mere, handsome. ❞
What never fails is the sight of Sebastian standing tall watching him with his heavy stare that lays all his intentions out on the table causing Blaine’s entire self to react in that tumbling, heart racing, dizzying pull that switches his center of gravity from where science and logic says it should be. Right there on the bed. To him. Always to him. To Sebastian. Where it belongs and where he always wants it to be. Because this goes beyond physical and emotional and straight past bones and blood and the spiritual philosophical sense of who he is into something far deeper than that. One look and he’s standing at the doorway–head around the frame peeking inside. One step forward of long legs and determined footing and Blaine lets the book fall to the floor because nothing and no one can come between him and them and this.
Not even Lima–apparently. Try not not. He’s gripping two handfuls of semi-cheap comforter trying to shy away and just be Sebastian and Blaine but he knows that it isn’t going to last. Not when all he can do his bite his lip, feel his eyes soften at the question and nod. Too long. Yes. It’s been too long. Days. Legs move under the blankets until he’s on his knees and the fabric is pooled around them. Hands now flat against the bed as just a crawl or two put him sitting on his heels beside his fiance. A shaken, breathless whisper follows next. “You can’t find what you knew was there,” he speaks like a man bobbing for air in a sea that’s going to make him sink no matter how much water he tries to tread, “because you’re the one that packed it.”
Blaine was so good at soothing Elliott, helping the other calm down when he felt this panicked – Only Dani had ever calmed him down this easily before. Mind, not that many people had to, Elliott RARELY panicked. Ever. When he was called beautiful, Elliott tensed up; him? No, that really wasn’t true, he didn’t believe it, no matter how much he trusted Blaine. He never would.
Yet, he found himself taking a deep breath (and it was totally normal that he enjoyed that it smelled distinctly like Blaine right? Totally a platonic friends thing everyone did?) and nodding ever so slightly. “You’re so nice to me,” Elliott muttered quietly, turning his face slightly into Blaine’s collarbone. Without really thinking about it, Elliott pressed a kiss to Blaine’s neck, right under the others jaw, before sitting up. It wasn’t unusual for Elliott to kiss friend Look at the cinnamon roll incident but the neck? That was new with Blaine.
Telling Elliott he was beautiful was meant to have the exact opposite of the reaction that he felt Elliott’s body giving him. The tensing up of his friend’s muscles caused Blaine’s eyebrows to shove together and a crease brought on by confusion appeared between them. Cupping the back of his head and clinging to the hem of the shirt the taller man made even taller by his perch on the counter threw on for some modesty–Blaine turned his head as much as he could.
Only seeing a strip of skin running along Elliott’s neck in the process–he’d take what leverage he got. “I’m only nice because you deserve it back. You treat people so kindly. If I didn’t return the gesture? I’d be a complete jerk.” His breathing stuttered as a kiss was pressed to his neck. Immediately–his body reacted to it in a shivering set of goosebumps that spread over his skin from the point of contact in all different directions. Soon–that same chill ran down his back and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel good. Clearing his throat–because how awful was it to feel that when it was done by someone who was so obviously upset–Blaine touched the tip of his nose against Elliott’s shoulder and breathed. Deep. When words failed? A tighter hold spoke volumes as he stepped closer and squeezed tighter.
Visiting Lima was ALWAYS interesting for the couple because the way their… special dynamic changed during their visit was a little drastic. A drop off of not being able to go into his full dom space with his lover. It always made Sebastian build up with a LACK of power exchange over him and Blaine. Not that he couldn’t handle not partaking in the full experience of their BDSM, relationship for a few days, but he craved for Blaine to listen. EAGER to just take the control he so badly needed in his life. But when they visited Lima, Blaine always pushed away from fully partaking in it. He knew his significant other was still so scared of the things he took pleasure in at times. Having to be vanilla for the sake of Lima SUCKED.
But now they were in their hotel room after a day of helping with New Direction’s AND Warbler stuff. Sebastian knew damn well that some of his sub’s gear was waiting right in that bag in the corner of the room. So?? He takes one more look at Blaine who is reading a book under the beside table light before getting out of bed and fishing out the leather collar that is ALL so familiar in their relationship. Holding it up, a grin appears across his face as he stares at Blaine with mischief in his eyes from where he’s standing.
❝ Look what I found. ❞
It can be easily said Blaine occasionally doesn’t realize he’s doing what he’s doing until it’s already happened. There are certain times when he’s pushing or pulling someone or himself without noticing because he feels it’s something that has to be or should be done. For instance? These trips to Lima. Sebastian is always the first to point out how much more vanilla Blaine gets the second the soles of their shoes hit Ohio dirt. Blaine’s heard the observation several times and promises that he’s fine and comfortable regardless of where they are. Why worry when they’re behind closed doors–right?
Yet? Every. single. time. He’s a night or two into the trip and already curled up under the heavy comforter and too starched sheets of their hotel bed with a book in hand waiting for Sebastian to snuggle close so reading can turn into something else–just–a quieter version of something else. Sebastian never goes for that something else. Feeling the bed give as Sebastian crawls out–Blaine peeks through fallen curls and his gaze follows his fiance. His book falls into his lap two when he sees what’s dangling from Sebastian’s elegant fingers. His body shivers inside–yes that’s a thing–and his breath hitches. “Somehow I don’t think that was ever lost–to qualify for being found..” Oh god.. He brought it–and Blaine swallows thick. “Sebastian.”
Of course the Warbler trespassed onto McKinley territory and didn’t think twice about it. Sure he couldn’t STAND public schools but the fact that he got to see Blaine was all worth it. When Sebastian makes a decision concerning Blaine (whether its stealing him away from going to classes or asking him to hang out), he doesn’t think about what anyone else will think about it. Not Kurt, not anyone. Sebastian gives no cares what everyone else has to say about his friendship with Blaine either (even though everyone knew he had a… thing for the ex-Dalton boy). All he cares about REALLY is making Blaine happy and being HIS friend. He had nobody else to impress in that sense. Besides – Blaine, after all, was the one person that really took the time to know him for the TRUE him since he had came back to Ohio. Eyes narrowed with a questioned brow raise as Blaine cut his sentence in half and changed the subject. Had Sebastian hit a sore spot? Maybe he was guilty in the fact that he had reminded Blaine how much he loved Dalton time after time but could you REALLY blame him??
A smirk appears on his lips to go along with it and Sebastian followed fast behind Blaine past all the seats. ❝ VERY funny, Killer. Is my memory deficient or didn’t you just say there’d be no pitchforks? You TOTALLY have to warn me of these things. Unfair game. ❞ Sebastian jokes in a sarcastic tone, a small laugh leaving his lips. The curiosities that were lurking in the back of his head takes over and he has to approach it. Grabbing at Blaine’s shoulder from behind, he stops them in their tracks and pauses for a moment.. ❝ Wait – turn around and look at me, Blaine. ❞
Long fingers danced and tapped along the tops of the chairs he wandered past on his way to the aisle listening to Sebastian hurry to quickly catch up to and following him towards the aisle. “Maybe I just wanted to give you a sense of security so you’d relax as much as you can while you’re here,” his head shook and Blaine laughed lightly towards the tops of his shoes, “I’d hate to have you drive all this way just to wonder when the angry mob is going to show up to chase you–.” Feeling the grip on his shoulder brings him to the abrupt stop that Sebastian aimed for with the touch. However? Instead of the turn at first? There was nothing but a hesitant deflating set of shoulders and bow of his head. Sebastian wasn’t letting his change of subject be a change of subject. Was he?
Holding out hope that he was jumping to conclusions–even if he knew better because Sebastian never let him get out of saying things he wasn’t sure if he should. The fact that Sebastian wanted to know him so well that he didn’t let him shirk out of the moments where he thought it be best to change the subject rather than make someone worry or judge him for what was on his mind? Was one of the most unique and terrifyingly relieving or exciting parts of their friendship. And–no–not until Sebastian could Blaine ever thing terrifyingly relieving was something possible to be felt. Raising his chin back up–Blaine gives the aisle one last longing look but when he turns–he gives Sebastian nothing less than a curious, gentle smile and small tilt of his head. Hazel eyes travel up to lock on green ones. “…Yeah, Seb?”
from where he was firmly holding Sam’s ankles as the blond’s body moved against his grasp with sit-up after sit-up. They’d been working out constantly lately. Blaine figured keeping up with Sam’s strict regimen might be the push he needed to have a healthy outlet to all the stress and frustration that was keeping him up most nights because he couldn’t stop thinking. Problem was? For the past few days? What he thought about more and more was the person who was supposed to be only a helpful friend. Someone who who was there for him. Without question. Whenever he needed someone.
Another touch of Sam’s knee against his shoulder and Blaine was blushing–not thinking of hiding it because the flush ran through his entire system so quick that he only thought it was getting hot in here. His heart pounding? Difficulty swallowing? All a part of working out. Harmless. Right? Nothing! Except when Sam didn’t fall back on the next lift and met his eyes? His breath stopped. A heat pooled in Blaine’s stomach and his fingers tightened their grip. “What did you just ask,” he choked out the question, “I–.” And with a drag of a light groan through parted lips–Blaine croaked out a breathless confession that he just couldn’t hold in anymore. “A lot, Sam.. But we don’t have to do anything. I’m sorry.. This is totally not fair to you.” But–God–he felt Sam’s breath on his cheek, his skin against his palms. Friends was a word that was never supposed to physically hurt. In this moment? It made him ache.
Barry couldn’t get any cuter. Watching him work through the question Blaine knew was on the tip of his tongue–he had to wonder if this was how he looked the many times Barry was the one that made him stutter through a reply to a veiled hint as to what his opinions on their status might be. The poor guy looked like he was going to end up tongue-tied if he kept overthinking the situation. On the other hand? Blaine couldn’t blame him. His track record might not be as full of tragedy as Barry’s was but he had his own experiences that made him hesitant on jumping into anything headfirst without and making sure he was doing it right this time. “Just to make things clear? Is that a two part question where you’re asking me out on another date or if I want to be your boyfriend-boyfriend? Because we’ve had our fair share of dates. I think? I mean–those were dates. Yeah?” Was he cruel that he didn’t give him a solid answer? He just wanted to make sure Barry wasn’t freaking himself out because he felt like he needed to say something. All Blaine wanted was for Barry to make it clear what he wanted.
Elliott sniffed and gave a slight chuckle at Blaine’s threat – he was so not tall enough to ‘come up there’ anytime soon and they both knew that. His height was a rare thing Elliott hadn’t struggled to accept – it just took one look at his shoes to see that was so – so he didn’t mind that kind of joke. It made him feel a little better.
Letting Blaine guide his face down, Elliott looked at the other through his eyelashes for a moment before letting his eyes slip closed. There was no point saying no when Blaine was trying to help, but Elliott was still aware of how between his legs Blaine was and how caring he was being. And all of that added up? He just needed to shut his eyes, it was honestly a little overwhelming if truth be told.
Blaine sighed heavily against Elliott’s chest when the gentle weight of Elliott’s head rested on his shoulder. One arm wrapped itself loosely around the small of the man’s back while he continued to card his fingers through thick, dark hair in a soothing caress. Everything was fine between them. And Blaine would stay put until he was sure that Elliott believed him. Warm breath against his neck was coaxed to slow down with a drag of fingertips over Elliott’s scalp.
“Shh. See? It’s all okay. Yeah,” he asked quietly not minding that even though Elliott was on the counter–it was more him that kept them both upright. He let the bridge of his nose fit against Elliott’s chest and soon enough the veil of thick, black lashes fell as Blaine shut his own eyes. “You’re beautiful, Elliott. Just..” Curving his thumb in–he ran circles against the small of Elliott’s back, fingers in his hair balled up into a careful fist then fanned out and continued feathering strands of hair through them. “Trust me?”
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