He’s not exactly surprised to hear Blaine’s been beat up. Kurt was tempted the smack the back of his head a few times- the guy was just a walking target. Still, he’s – silently – sympathetic. Kurt leans his elbows on the counter and cradles the mug of tea in his hands.
“Too nice for your own good. Not that I’m complaining.” He sighs softly. “Just don’t get yourself killed trying to help someone out. For all you knew I could have been fucked up on something.” he shakes his head a little, unconsciously tightening his hold on the cup. To Blaine’s point of view it probably didn’t sound out of character for him.
“Thank you though.”
An awkward half-grin tugged the edge of Blaine’s mouth upwards as he leaned on the lip of the island across from Kurt. “You know–Kurt–if you’re not careful? I might think you actually care what happens to me if you feel you need to warn me that my aptitude for being a bleeding heart to someone in distress might end up with me getting killed. “Sort of contrasts the,” his fingers wriggled from the edge of his cup towards the other boy, “bad ass without a care aesthetic you’re trying to pull off.”
“I get it though. But as far as one of us needing to worry about getting himself killed by getting in over his head? I don’t think it’s me.” Bright hazel eyes watched Kurt closely. Inside them was a knowing that came from someone who was good at observing people and seeing beyond what they project. Kurt was no exception. Honestly, he was above that. The longer Blaine looked at him–the more he wanted to see. And maybe did. Or was good at deluding himself that he had. Drawing in a breath, he straightened up and sat his mug down turning to fetch the plates of fruit and bagels he made.
“You’re welcome.” He hummed as he slid the plates between them. “It isn’t much but it’s something. If you’re going to be up for a while? You’re going to need it.”
Barry typed quickly filing out a new contact in Blaine’s phone, glancing up a few times to catch that look on his face; like he was honestly excited, everything Sebastian had done under the bridge and forgiven leaving him now just an old friend. Barry doesn’t doubt that it was how Blaine felt, but he can’t really see how. Kurt had the right idea continuing to be at least suspicious of Barry’s new self after that announcement was made.
Barry chuckled a little lightly, handing back the device. “Almost hope not, something tells me being CSI back home is easier than here, no offense to New York’s roads but..” This city, much like most like it, had the reputation of nasty streets but great everything else and the amount of useless samples Barry would end up collecting seemed longer- not that that would truly be the reason why he couldn’t move even if he does wants to. It was however the first thing that came to mind, funny enough.
“Anyway uh I should probably go,” he glanced back over his shoulder briefly. “they’re gonna actually leave me stranded if I get too far behind but text me or something sometime?”
Blaine moved his mouth like he was ready to ask another question but then closed it and bobbed his head in a nod instead. It could wait til later. He’d already bombarded the poor man with enough. And they had plenty of time to catch up when they saw one another again. Excitement danced in hazel eyes–brightening them as he took his phone back and shoved it in the pocket of his navy blue peacoat.
“Yeah. You should,” he stuttered after it dawned on him he momentarily forgot about Sebastian’s company that was waiting. A flush of heat colored his cheeks when he realized he was holding him up. Though he would be sorely pressed to say he was sorry considering the outcome of his butting in. “Don’t get stranded.” Would they really leave him? By the sound of it–the answer was yes. Even more reason to set him free from hogging up his time.
“Sure. I will. It was good to see you, Sebastian.” The shorter of the two smiled and bid farewell with a small wave before heading out with more pep in his step than he’s had all day.
Hunter was for the first time in what felt like forever, unprepared for betrayal. For once he hadn’t seen it coming. So the pain was overwhelming. He wasn’t just angry, he was devastated. Not only was Blaine becoming his friend, but he was basically the only person he’d befriended in years. Which was especially strange seeing as he couldn’t imagine the other ever understanding him. The impossible is always just that much more tempting to achieve. This backstabbing changed everything. It would teach him never to trust another so called friend. Then again he’d said those words before. He once believed he’d never put faith in anyone. Blaine really was an expert at breaking people. A skill far crueler than simple villainy.
The rise && fall of his chest mirrored Blaine’s. It was clear that his acting out was not acceptable to the other Warbler. Or new captain as he fought so hard to become. The anger Hunter expelled was not being taken lightly. Seeing the fire he felt reflect in Blaine’s eyes only made him more sure of his wrong doing. Hunter grit his teeth in frustration when his wrists were captured. With a few unsuccessful tugs it became known that Blaine had a lot of secret strength. Something almost admirable, if he wasn’t so furious with him. “You’re taking them! You’re ruining everything.” The words were shallow under his breath as he moved in close, hovering in the most intimidating way possible without access to his fists. “You should know that this team is all that I have! I’m sure you’re rather observant! How could you let me TRUST that you were my friend if you were plotting against me this whole time? At least when I hurt people, it’s crystal clear what I’ve done. Not jaded && sneaky like your little plan. Think you’ve won? Think you have the world if you knock me down? Then do it. Take away everything, just so you can parade around as a savior. We both know that’s what they all want. I knew it was too good to be true.” His final words faded to a whisper as he felt tears stinging his eyes. He held himself tall through it, knowing much better than to break in front of the enemy. With whatever strength he could muster he shoved, in hopes of getting his wrists freed && receiving whatever was coming to him.
Blaine’s hold on Hunter’s wrists only strengthened when the other boy began to go off on him again. Letting go would be a huge mistake. One that might end up with a swing in his direction judging by the outburst and the way it was escalating. If that were to happen? Blaine wasn’t sure what he would or could do to stop it. And it was a mess he didn’t want to be faced with. “I’m not trying to take anything away from you, Hunter!” Without realizing it–Blaine was beginning to shout back. Yes. Shout. The normal patient tone of his voice was hardening the more defensive be became. “If you think that’s happening, it isn’t because of me manipulating them. I told you I wouldn’t do something like that!” Hunter towering over him didn’t seem to frighten or even intimidate Blaine. There was an underlying confidence in the smaller Warbler that said he wasn’t going to allow himself to cower over a height difference. Not in this situation where Hunter was rapidly spiraling out of control. He had other means of defending himself that didn’t rely on posture or standing over someone. Further proved by the unwavering grip he kept on Hunter rendering him the one in control of the other if it came to him needing to be.
“They’re free to think on their own, you know? Have you bothered to ask them what they want? Have you?! I’m doing nothing but listening to them, Hunter. And being their friend like I always was. That’s it. I haven’t plotted against you. Honestly? Is that the person you think I am?” With the second shove–Blaine stumbled back one step and caught his footing on the second but he let Hunter’s wrists go and put his in the air in front of his shoulders, palms facing Hunter and elbows pointed towards the floor. Turning their argument into an outright fist fight was the last thing he wanted. But he wouldn’t tuck his chin down, wouldn’t look away or break their eye contact. Not until Hunter calmed down. Speaking of which–Blaine’s nostrils flared but a sigh parted his thinly pressed together lips. Dropping his voice into a forced calm that belied his pounding heart–Blaine made a final attempt to bring things down a notch. “I thought you knew me better and trusted me more than that.”
What was the big deal with those Warbler guys anyway? Everyone around Dalton was so cheerfully talking about them that nearly made Connor sick to his stomach with so many talks about the guys. Not like they were a stripper group or anything. All they did was sing and they were named after a freaking bird! But boy – were they popular. Especially this one creature called Blaine Anderson. He seemed to walk in clouds and sing like a dream and everyone worshiped the damn floor he stepped on. What had that guy to be so special? Who was this… Blaine Anderson? Curiosity took the best of Connor and one afternoon he waited for the Warblers to finish their practice. He had to admit that they knew how to sing – but he had no need for lullabies. He just… wanted to know who this Blaine guy was and what was about them to be so special. So when the Warblers left, all of them bidding Blaine their goodbyes, Connor slithered his way inside the room and closed the doors behind him.
There he was. Bending over a piano and Connor had to tilt his head for a better view. Now he got it. Everyone was after Blaine cause his ass in those pants looked absolutely divine! And that wasn’t any easy feat since the uniform pants were plain horrible. But there he was. Big brown eyes and a gelmet head and… was he really that short? Did he somehow stepped into Middle Earth and ended up meeting with a freaking Hobbit? Definitely the ass. That had to be the only reason why people liked him. Maybe his voice too but Connor wasn’t interested in hearing him sing – unless it was while he made a work out of that ass. A Hobbit with a great ass. Fuck. The world was coming to a fucking end if he actually contemplated it. Heck, Blaine seemed like the sort of guy that would need a stool to look intimidating. But he did had a great ass.
“So you’re Blaine Anderson. THE Blaine Anderson. You’re a long way from Middle Earth, aren’t you?”
Blaine decided to stay behind after a late running Warblers practice and make his night even longer so he could and take advantage of the piano to practice on. There were others inside the Music Room but this one was his favorite. A gift to the Warblers by an alumni who was–also–part of the team more than fifty years ago. Imported from Italy and carrying a price tag that had to be close to a year or more’s tuition. The instrument was a masterpiece and meticulously kept in perfect condition by the Orchestra teacher himself–who was struggling to figure out the culprit was occasionally putting shoe imprints on top of it. Granted, those miraculously stopped happening since a chance late night encounter like this one had him and Blaine crossing paths long enough that he could ask the young Warbler if he had any clue who might be jumping on the thing.
Blaine had ‘no idea!’. But the imprints stopped abruptly.
Except maybe one or two more times. Not that the coincidence went unnoticed by the teacher who gave him knowing glances when they appeared after their conversation.
Tonight–the piano was propped open and footprint free. Blaine tinkered around with notes he struggled to pin down. Frustrated he couldn’t get a full bar of music he wanted to play out–he stood to stretch slender arms, wriggle his fingers loose and bend over so he could leaf through the pages of the song book resting on the bench. One pointer hooked in his tie to loosen it when he stiffened hearing a voice come out of nowhere. Clearly caught off guard–he didn’t hear Connor enter. Or the door close. Blaine did–however–hear what he said. Taking in a deep breath–he straightened up and turned to look at the stranger. His cheeks were pink but he had a brow stuck in the arched position and a flustered flash of a smile was his first response to the greeting. If you call it that.
“Excuse me? Lord of the Rings reference. Nice. I’m more of a Star Wars kind of fan myself but–hey–to each his own. Can I help you with something?”
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“You know who confuses me,” Blaine asked as his straw dipped up and down inside of his drink. The effort to move some ice cubes around looked to take a lot more concentration than it should. “Mason. That’s who. I mean the guy is a little weird,” he squinted and seemed to catch himself with a jut of his finger in the air, “Not a bad weird! A good weird. What exactly is his deal? He’s a Cheerio but he ‘hangs in there’ with his sister when the rest of them treat the pair like second class members they’d rather make fun of than have around. I get sticking to your guns and doing what you love–I preach it just as much as I believe in it but..I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that I think he’s so much better than having to tolerate that..it does get to a person even if they try to pretend it doesn’t. Trust me, I know–have you seen his sister? I think she’d choke anyone who looked at him twice. Sort of makes you wonder how tight of a hold she’s got on him. One of the rumors going around was that they were dating? What? Nah. Anyway. He’s very sweet and I hope he finds his own way and he’s happy. He deserves that.” Surveying their immediate area, he leans way in and drops his voice to a whisper. “Plus.. Don’t tell anyone I said this, please? But have you noticed how beautiful he is? Wow. And it’s time for me to shut up now.”
Blaine knew this question would come sooner or later. Honestly, he was hoping it would have been a lot sooner than now but they both had their baggage and dancing around the subject while enjoying each other’s company exclusively seemed to be their way of saying they were together without saying they were together. Either one of them were bound to ask when their resolve to keep things unlabeled just seemed silly or–what Blaine feared most–frustrating. He just didn’t expect it tonight and he thought he’d be the one to break first. Smiling gently–Blaine scooted across the couch until he was on Barry’s lap, facing him while sitting comfortably near his knees. Enough distance that he could look him eye to eye, bite his lip and watch him carefully for a beat or two but still feel as close to him as he needed to be. Tip toeing towards the edge of his reply–Blaine swallowed past the knee jerk reaction of nervousness creeping in to make him wonder if Barry was only doing this for his benefit when Barry might still have his reservations. No. They wanted this. And that’s all Blaine would let himself think. Deflating from his momentary kick of nerves–the shorter of the pair nodded and his grin was uneven. Happy and relieved all at once. “Yeah. I-I think it’d be very cool. What do you think?”
In a short period of time, hugging Blaine had been one of his favorite past times. It was weird how easy things had become with the two of them and how much it just felt ….right. He was eager to progress his relationship, go to all the next levels, see where they might be later on. Who knew, maybe Blaine was the one? (Okay, so talking and thinking about that was probably not his brightest idea, after all, they hadn’t been dating THAT long.) Dave tilted his head as he felt Blaine’s palm against his cheek. The hand felt warm, not like it was burning against his skin, but like he was sending comforting waves over to him. “I’m amazing because you gave me a chance. You gave me a chance to prove I wasn’t the guy I used to be, and you’re letting me be in this relationship with you,” he murmured, unable to take a compliment directly like usual. “I’m more than ready to take this step, I mean…I’m more then ready to take all the step with you,” the last part probably should have been left out, but oh well, there wasn’t any changing that. “Well, we do need to get on the road soon, but I wouldn’t mind you know, sitting here with you?”
Blaine watched with a soft eyes gleaming with adoration as Dave took the compliment as well as he did any other one he tried to give him. With a coyness that brushed it off to the side but not in a rude way. In the way someone who doesn’t see themselves as the person you are telling them you are seeing them as often does. A small squint pinched his eyelids together. Was that how it looked like when he did it himself? God, they were both in the same bucket. No matter how long it took until the day came that Dave would simply smile and accept that’s how Blaine saw him? Giving the man the patience Dave gave him to even try to go as far as they’ve come was the very least he could do. “I knew you weren’t that guy, you know? It just took you some time to realize it. But that was a long time ago. Look where we are now?” Another gentle caress over Dave’s cheek was finished up with a light poke to his nose that made Blaine laugh at the childishness of his own gesture and he squirmed back over into the passenger seat to sit like a normal person. “I know we could sit in my driveway all day but I think we can put a to be continued on the snuggling until we get to the hotel? Or–you know–stop for lunch. Otherwise–we’re never going to get there.” He lifted his glass and tipped it towards Dave. “One last toast to where we’re heading and how much I can’t wait to get there.”
“Blaine, can I talk to you about something, please?” Mason asked, pulling the bowtied dapper president of the student body aside because he was just nervous. “I– I need to talk to you about something. About your past- er, in specifically Dalton.” The twin was so nervous even talking about this because he hadn’t mentioned it to Madison. He hadn’t talked to anyone about the decision to potentially transfer. Hesitating, Mason just grabbed Blaine and pulled him into an empty classroom. “Is the no bullying thing a legit thing at Dalton? And– and do.. I, I mean logically they should let me into an all boy’s school but.. would–” There’s hesitation in the brunet’s voice. He’s frustrated more than ever.
“Is that going to be an issue, do you think? I know the school’s old with tradition and everything.”
Blaine startled and blinked when Mason appeared out of nowhere and he was suddenly pulled aside. The unexpected halt caught him by surprise but the nervousness in Mason’s voice quickly swapped puzzlement for concern. “Sure. Mason are you–,” he was easily led into the classroom but his steps came to an abrupt stop as soon as the jittery boy spoke up again and mentioned Dalton. His past there? What on Earth would Mason want to know about that for? Wait. No bullying policy? Why was Mason concerned about that? Blaine’s stomach sank. Was he so oblivious to what was going on around him that he missed seeing something he should never have missed?
“I–well–no. I don’t think–I don’t know. I mean–I can find out. I don’t think Dalton would turn you away and if it did–there’s options to consider if you really want to be there,” he paused and eyed Mason closely barely believing they were having this conversation. “Is that why you’re asking. You’re thinking of transferring? Can I ask–why? What’s going on, Mason?”
❝And I’d follow you anywhere just the same.❞ he replies, leading Blaine to the destination. Everything felt vastly unreal right now. Sebastian knew they were really here in Paris and he knew he was really leading his boyfriend out to in front of the Eiffel tower and on top of that he was really about to ask the biggest question of their relationship yet. Not only that, but the biggest question of Sebastian’s life in general. Their relationship meant everything to him. It was the essence and key to a happiness he once found and now every touch was a reminder he had found his safe place. No matter where they were or where they went, Blaine was his home. The guy with the hazel eyes and smile like the sun had fixed up Sebastian who had once spent his life living in the darkness. They fixed each other. Sebastian embraced every dark corner of Blaine’s mind and reassured him that together they accepted each others light and dark. They were the sun and the moon. The moon always comes out and shines its light and sometimes the sun hides away in the dark. But the sun still always comes back up eventually and warms the world. Perhaps they were each other’s sun. If Sebastian knew one thing about his life it is that ever since Blaine Anderson came into it it’s never been the same. It never had to be the same. Blaine had taught him what the word love meant. Loving his other half lead to loving the act of living itself. As if a new path in the road of life had been opened the minute he could call Blaine his. All his.
Their hands fit perfectly with one another (fingers and a touch created to hold the others) as Sebastian lead them out of the restaurant. Outside was a little walk on a stone pathway near some grass and a small clear, blue body of water that reflected the moon’s cast quite beautifully. As they made their way down that walkway and took their time doing so, finally they came to end up right in front of the Eiffel tower. Sebastian stopped and held onto both of Blaine’s hands now. A thumb rubbed lovingly against his right palm. They were facing each other now, looking into each others eyes. ❝Isn’t the Eiffel tower amazing when you get so close to it..?
You look so beautiful under the moonlight. Even more beautiful than the Eiffel tower. You know that?❞ From his olive skin to lips so kissable, Sebastian was always so shocked with how handsomely stunning his love bug was. ❝Seven years ago when I met you? I would of never pictured us here right now. The concept that you’d be mine? Was such a fantasy kind of concept, but something told me to never give up on it.❞ he smiles wide, looking down for a moment to let out a deep breath. Green orbs shift back up to look into the beautiful view that was Blaine’s eyes. The box with the ring was right inside his pocket, it was just a matter of the perfect timing.
Sebastian is warm as they walk along the cobblestone walkway. Their fingers sink deeper into each others as Blaine wiggles his in until the hollow dips between their lengths touch and their palms become inseparable. Resting the side of his head against Sebastian’s shoulder–soft hazel eyes flicker his gaze from the reflection of the lights in the water, to the lamp posts and even the sky. It’s beautiful. Overwhelming. Something he could stare at forever and never have enough time to take in even then. Just like Sebastian who Blaine turns his head and breaks his attention away from absorbing their surroundings to press a kiss against the side of Sebastian’s neck. Then back to letting his boyfriend lead him blindly forward because his attention is so wrapped up in seeing everything he could possibly see. “I love it here,” he whispers somewhat to himself, somewhat to Sebastian. A far off, distant tone of someone so enraptured with what they’re doing that they don’t realize their speaking their thoughts until they hear their voice. “And I love you,” he adds in now that he’s tuned into the fact he’s thinking out loud. “If this New York thing,” he grins, “doesn’t work out. We’re moving here.” A woman standing along the river with her arms wrapped around her boyfriend’s shoulder catches his eye and she smiles knowingly. Two people in love in a city that lives and breathes it to those who come here for that reason? How could they not beam at each other for the common bond of being right here. In this moment. Right now. With the loves of their lives. Who else got what that felt like unless they were feeling it? Blaine smiles back, his head moves against Sebastian’s shoulder as he nods to her but he doesn’t lift it all the way.
Not until Sebastian brings them to a stop and moves to stand in front of him. Blaine glances up at him confused, to the Tower when Sebastian points out how lovely it is. “I–,” then he has to stop and hang his head forward because Sebastian’s once again flattering him so much he can’t meet his eyes without a cheeky, stupefied grin. No worries. It’s still there when their eyes meet again anyway. His brows shove together and his hands squeeze Sebastian’s, his skin still dancing with the caress to his palm from Sebastian’s thumb. Blaine goes to–as usual–give the compliment back in his own words. But Sebastian doesn’t give him enough of a pause to speak up and Blaine’s heart melts even more at what he hears. “Sebastian,” he has to interject. “I’m so glad you never gave up on me. You had every right to. God knows,” he huffs and rolls his eyes, “That I didn’t make things easy for you. I’m just–I’m so glad you waited for me. You get me. You always have and seven years–can you believe it? Seven years and you still fascinate and make me as shook as you did the day we met,” he ducks down as Sebastian tucks his chin towards his collar refusing to let their gazes break apart. “So.. Thank you. Okay? For being you and loving me. Even parts of me I couldn’t and struggle with now..you have and do and–just–thank you.”
What Blaine was saying to him? That was the last straw – the last grip of the normality Elliott was clinging onto. He made a odd sound, somewhere between a sob and a sniff, before he just burst into tears. He couldn’t help it, Blaine was just being so sweet to him and Elliott wasn’t used to people saying kind things about his body. Him or his aesthetic? Sure, people complimented that. But not HIM.
“M’ Sorry.” Elliott mumbled against Blaine’s neck, clinging a little tighter to him and trying to control his tears – not that he was doing very well at it. “Y’didn’t sign up for this, huh?” He gave an awkward laugh, directly followed by a sniffle.
Elliott pulling him closer caused Blaine to slightly lift his heels off the floor so he could keep his hold around the taller man perched on the kitchen counter’s shoulders as tight as he possibly could. He didn’t mean to bring Elliott to tears with what he said. It was only the truth and he figured Elliott deserved to hear it after being so self-conscious about something that he was so mistaken to be shaken up about. Though it was easy to put himself in Elliott’s shoes and understand why–everything Blaine told him wasn’t just lip service to make him feel better. Every word was deeply meant and more than a placating compliment.
What he shouldn’t have done was feel his throat turn into goosebumps underneath Elliott’s lips. Or the way his throat caved in in a dizzying, head buzz sort of feeling. One he had to clear his throat to get over. It was his neck. Just a weak spot. That’s all. Certainly inappropriate to feel moving through his body when someone he was holding was only looking for comfort. Nothing was okay about that. A weak spot. Nothing more, nothing less. Breathe and forget about it and for goodness sake don’t shiver!“Shh. It’s okay,” changing his focus was like face planting against the brick wall. But he did it by nuzzling his nose against Elliott’s shoulder and leaning back just enough that even in the inch apart space between their noses he could focus on Elliott’s teary eyes instead. “I signed up for anything you need the minute we became friends, okay?”
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