He could work with this. He could, he just had to figure out how to explain everything. Luckily he’ll have time to think on it before seeing Blaine again, and his teammates wandering off ahead of him was a good excuse to hurry this meeting up. He wished he was so ready to run off though. Nervous, yes, but Blaine was one of two honest to god friends in Ohio. The first friend he had aside from Iris.. Barry missed him. He thought about telling him the truth back then too. But then he was convinced, absolutely convinced that who he was would land him in the same anxious, regularly bruised position he was in back home. It probably would have, he still thinks now, but better that than being an asshole with a fake name.
“Yeah, yeah sounds good.” Barry nods, a smile pulling at his lips. “I can give you my number? It- I had to change it in college. I’ll be around for about two weeks, so I mean, whenever. No actually plans that I know of. Yet.” Which isn’t quite true, but what’s left to do in planning for the job could be played off as spur of the moment ideas, and Barry himself might not be needed anyway. Rock-paper-scissors usually decided who did Len’s scoping out if he didn’t feel like doing it.
Barry debates for a moment dropping some kind of hint at least to the truth, some part of it for now. Blaine and his curious, kind heart probably would still want to talk to him too.. The very reason he left an impression on Barry.
There couldn’t be anymore excitement gleaming from his eyes as he quickly dug his phone from his pocket. His hand shook with how much anticipation and eagerness that was radiating from a smile that just wouldn’t quit. Blaine quickly unlocked the device and handed it over. He knew Sebastian changed his number after a rather unfortunate incident a little over a year ago that had him calling him in the middle of the night. Only to have a woman who wasn’t very happy with receiving a call that late pick up on the other end and give him a piece of her mind. The number was hesitantly erased right after.
“Two weeks? Great! No plans,” he gave a slightly confused look in the path that Barry’s friends wandered off to but then glanced back. Not everyone had to go on a trip with a purpose in mind. Occasionally? It just felt good to be somewhere else. Right? Though he did wonder if he was keeping Barry from somewhere he should be. After they exchanged information–he’d let him go. What was a few extra minutes between friends that were reconnecting after years of not seeing each other?
“Well,” Blaine perked up and gave the taller man a ‘well would you look at that’ smirk. “Now you have some. Or–you will once we decide. See? And if places like this–nice as it is–are what you’ve seen so far? Then you’re in for a surprise. Who knows,” he teased with nose scrunching wicked grin, “You might fall in love with this place as much as I have.”
It was no secret that Blaine was quick to tear up whenever Sebastian went on his rare romantic speeches where he laid out all his deepest love for Blaine on the table, finally just letting his words lead him instead of thinking too much. Maybe it was because it didn’t happen often, so it hit Blaine harder when it did happen. Or maybe Blaine was just so adorably sensitive in that way; Sebastian thought it was both. One thing he knew for sure though was that being here in Paris brought out a romantic side of Sebastian that didn’t show much on a regular day. Listening to Blaine speak in a teary eyed whisper left Sebastian completely and fully listening with a sweet smile. Sebastian squeezes his hand and reaches his other hand across the small distance between them to wipe one single tear he saw glimmering in the light under Blaine’s eye. Voice comes out soft and caring, all so compassionate. ❝Hey, I have to play it unfair sometimes.❞ he chuckles lightly.
❝The number one thing I’ve always wanted to be is supportive, Blaine. And it comes to me pretty easily when you are constantly and always the best man I know. Every choice you make, it’s perfect. You’ve completely changed my view of the world too…And of love…And friendship. It’s kind of like… I was living in shades of black and white, and when I saw you walk through that door into the Warblers room, you were the first thing I finally saw in color. As I got closer to you, the sky became blue and the trees became green… and in this very moment right now I think I finally see everything in color.❞ he pauses, feeling himself getting drastically more emotional too. It had to be done now. The moment was just right. Sebastian couldn’t wait any longer, it was impossible. ❝I have something to show you.❞ he says excitedly, getting out of his chair and standing above Blaine to hold a hand out. ❝Let me take you there.❞ Everything had his heart beating out of his chest. How he could feel the ring box in his pocket, how he knew the tower was right outside of this restaurant. How he knew that this was the biggest moment of his life yet and he wouldn’t change a thing for the world. Because together? The world was theirs.
The smile that graced Sebastian’s mouth never failed to take his breath away. That look made him feel like there was nothing that existed in the world. In any mood he was in–Sebastian could give him with that smile and he would instantly stop, blink, stumble into the same stupefied stare he had sitting across the table from this strange, mind boggling boy he happened upon at Dalton. What he once thought was lucky chance that their lives intertwined in the place where Blaine always the most at home was different the minute he let it be because Sebastian was always there. Waiting for him to come around. Chance had nothing to do with them. Fate did. Dalton–Blaine’s home–gave him his true place to belong forever. Now when he saw that expression? He fell in love with Sebastian over and over again. A dizzying, head spinning sort of love that felt like the first day he opened up his eyes and truly let himself see who was standing in front of him and the life–and love–Sebastian had to offer. Sebastian’s support was unending. Through darkness and doubt, triumph and a heart so light Blaine could soar through the clouds in happiness–Sebastian was his constant. An unending thread weaved into the fabric of who he was and every milestone–good or bad–only tugged them closer. It was so hard–at times–for Blaine to see himself the way Sebastian painted him. He was speechless– listening to how he brought Sebastian’s world into color. –Oh my God..– Sebastian had no idea he took the colors in Blaine’s world and made them brighter, more vibrant. Alive when they all began to fade. “Sebastian..,” Blaine stole his boyfriend’s hand and pressed a kiss to his fingertips tasting the salt of his own tears. “I–,” but Sebastian stood up and they were leaving. Blaine had to remind his knees how to work and took the offered hand so he could pull himself up. Curiosity twinkled in reddened eyes and he nodded feeling his heart race like Sebastian’s pulse drummed through his hand and his own heart sped up to match his. “I’d follow you anywhere. You know?” And that’s what he did. Right after a kiss to Sebastian’s cheek and a whispered I love you before they moved an inch.
Jeff nodded as Blaine spoke about wanting to get a better grip on the campus and not looking like a lost puppy tomorrow when school had started. He swung his arm around his new roommates shoulder and grinned up at him. “Trust me, you won’t get lost, if anything you’ll have me there to make sure of where you need to be” He told Blaine as they walked, and Jeff bounced more like towards the car and piled in. He made sure that he sat himself next to Blaine glad to have another friend among his friend of Warblers.
“So, you went to Central did you say?” He turned to look at Blaine once the car was started and Wes was driving them all back to Campus. “What was that like?” he asked curious about the public school as he’d only ever been to private school ever since pre school.
After settling in the car for the ride back to Dalton–Blaine perked up and glanced at Jeff once they were on their way. A tint of pink lingered on olive cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous, slightly embarrassed fidget. “As sweet as that offer is? I can’t make you late to all your classes because you’re busy rushing me around to mine. I promise. All I need is a little time in the hallways tonight and I won’t be that bad off. I think. We’ll see? Worse comes to worse? I could text you a where am I, please help me message?”
Blaine bit his lip and shrugged trying not to show how Jeff’s question made his pulse race. It was his fault for bringing it up so he could talk about the fact he sang there as a common ground anyway. He smiled and gently placed his hands cupped together on his lap. “It was okay as far as schools, I guess. Crowded,” his fingers were toying with one another as he weighed his words carefully. “Worlds away from the way Dalton runs–from what we were told–and the opportunities that private schools offer but–.” Blaine tuned in that several pairs of curious eyes were on him. That didn’t help matters much. “I’m really glad to be here.” What kind of answer was that? A jumbled one at best. So he smiled at Jeff and waited to see what the hyperactive boy would ask next.
Dave thought a moment. “I could probably you know….try to take a compliment once and awhile, but we both know that I’m pretty terrible at it. In fact, i’m probably worse at it then you are, but for all future reference, you are important, very important, in fact you might actually be the most important, but don’t tell anyone I said that, they might get jealous,” he chuckled, leaning into the kisses. This was his favorite part, when they got this comfortable and this…touchy. He pulled away slightly, trying to think. “You know, I bet if I asked the people, I could probably get us in to see the apartment tomorrow if you were interested? I mean, I’m supposed to have everything though by this weekend so I mean, whenever is really the best. I mean I have whether you want to move in with me or not, but I prefer you moving in. Pretty sure we’ve really established that point by now though, don’t mind me. But tomorrow, I can get us in tomorrow if you want.”
Boom! Like a racehorse out of the Kentucky Derby Starter Gate! There Dave went! Blaine sat on his lap with an amused expression pushing his eyebrows higher the longer Dave fell into rapid fire rambling. It was adorable to watch him become so caught up in explaining things when he got so excited and jittery. Blaine had to wonder if that’s how he looked whenever he did the same thing. Though..he’d highly doubt he was as adorable as Dave. Inching closer with a shift of his knees on either side of Dave’s thighs–Blaine loosely wrapped both arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders and moved his hands until he could lightly scratch back and forth over his back. Not a peep was made as he let Dave work through what he had to say–rather gush out–and only when he was sure Dave was done did Blaine allow himself to crack an ear to ear grin. Laughing happily–Blaine leaned in until their noses and foreheads touched. “I think,” his voice was a notch above a whisper, “I think that we should go tomorrow. As excited as you are? I’m not making you wait til the weekend. Dave? Do you know how good it feels to have you this ecstatic to move in with me? It’s just–thank you. Get the keys and let’s go steal a peek? Maybe we can shop for some things together once we see it together? How’s that sound?”
Your godly parent is Apollo, sun charioteer, god of music, arts, poetry, archery, prophecy, truth, medicine, plagues and order.
Wow. That sounded like a diner menu didn’t it? Apollo is considered to be the most powerful god on the Olympian council after the Big Three and Hera and Demeter, mainly due to all his spheres of influence. As a child of Apollo, you may exhibit one or more talents associated with the sun god. Children of Apollo are extremely talented and many know it, which can vary from charismatic confidence to narcissistic arrogance. You are open-minded, easygoing, empathetic yet logical. You have a skill in music, art, drama or language and being the child of the god of prophecies, you are sometimes very intuitive about the future. Yet, you focus more on the journey rather than the destination. You’re kind, helpful and show extreme protection towards 1-2 people in your life you can’t live without. When you’re angered, you tend to make reckless but powerful decisions, and can make a complete U-turn in personality. You have no patience for betrayal or bullying, and can become very righteous in exacting revenge, resulting in devastation that was more than you planned for in hindsight. Despite your playful and shallow exterior, you probably spend a lot of time being very observant and perceptive about the world around you, and you show that in your daily activities.
Why relief was the first thing he felt when Blaine answered the phone, Dave wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the fact that Blaine made him feel happy- – relaxed. He smiled stupidly at licking his lips. “Thirty minutes? Guess I have to be patient then. I’m getting things set up. Thought about ordering something for us to eat? Have you eaten dinner yet? Did I ask that earlier? I’m not actually sure if I did, but I mean, I haven’t eaten and I figured we could eat Chinese delivery or I dunno, pizza, and like, my dad’s out for the night so I figure since we have the house to ourselves, we could um, maybe go back to you know, childhood. Like um, camp out in the living room or I dunno, we could build a fort.” He knew he was rambling. He usually got to this point fairly quickly when he was talking to Blaine.
“Food would be great,” Blaine smiled like a dork even though Dave wasn’t there to see. It was Dave’s fault for making him get all goofy and smile at the window like it was a flesh and blood person there to speak with. Dave made him happy and it was easy to be like this just by speaking with him over the phone. How could you not appreciate a person who just suggested the idea of a forte? You can’t. Plain and simple. Laughter rang out before Blaine was able to get it under control enough to actually ask, “Did you just suggest we build a fort? Like–a blanket fort? Because I am so down for that, Dave. Minor request? Let’s drag the television inside. We could camp out and watch movies. Eat some pizza? Tell a story or two?” He mused, gushing about the sweetness of the idea. “Dave? This is what I–,” he paused and it was long enough to notice he stopped himself and might’ve changed gears from what word he nearly used so he could jump to something safer. “What I adore about you. Ideas like this. It sounds perfect and there’s no other way I’d rather spend tonight.”
she had considered speaking, or trying to anyway – but quickly decided against it. blaine seemed to be enjoying her company, and she was not about to jeopardize that. nobody, besides some of the staff members of course, knew norma’s reasoning behind her silence. at the last school she had been to, word spread fast and she quickly decided that being the girl who never spoke was better than being the girl who was picked on relentlessly for not being able to. her thumb ran over the strap of her bag as the two of them walked, using her other hand to dismissively wave off his thanks with a soft shake of her head, clearly happy to provide the company. she looked to him as he introduced himself and nodded, pausing a moment before she wrote on a new page of her notepad. – you’re in the glee club, right? –
The halls were relatively empty seeing as how most people were in class or in the library on their study hour. Cutting out for a soda wouldn’t get them into trouble, right? Blaine figured not with the teachers busy and them minding their own business. They could go back in a few minutes and no one would be any the wiser. Perfect plan! See? Leaning over as he saw her write–Blaine read her question and brightened up considerably. His expression shifted from his polite smile to an excited, happy grin. “Yeah. I am. All my friends are. I know some people might not think it’s that cool but–,” he gave her a quizzical look complete with burrowed brows and pursed lips that spread into an inviting smile, “You should come listen to us sing sometime. You’re always welcome to. What do you do here? Do you belong to any clubs?”
Dressing room.. Kurt would scoff at that another day. Tonight though he follows and nods along. “I’m good. Thanks.” When the door is closed Kurt glances around as he slowly makes his way to the bathroom. His shower doesn’t take long, but to him it feels like he’s been in there for an hour by the time he steps out. Everything still feels unreal in a way.
He dresses just as slowly. The mirror was too foggy to really get a look at his face in, but looking down at himself as he pulls up borrowed sweat pants seems to be enough of a wake up call. The discoloration on his stomach finally gets to him. What has he gotten himself into?
The pants are a little short on Kurt, but everything fits just fine. He ruffles his hair with the towel to dry it a little more before he moves from where his feet have been firmly planted on the floor. He folds up his own clothes, the various pieces of silver he decorates himself with sitting atop the neat pile. Raking a hand through his hair, he supposed then is as good of a time as any to go back downstairs.
Blaine was busying himself with nervously putting together some tea and a couple of bagels were cut in half with some blueberry spread swiped over them. By the time they got back to his house? It was too late for real food. But he didn’t want Kurt going to sleep hungry on top of being sore from..the mess that Blaine found him in.
He was certain Kurt shouldn’t go to sleep for a little while. What if he had a concussion? Or–should he have taken him to a hospital? Convinced him to call home so someone who might know better could help him? Kurt seemed too adamant against either one of those options. At least here? Kurt was safe.
Yeah. So. Most of the time Kurt spent in the shower getting clean and then dressed–Blaine spent it fretting if he was doing enough for him. The kitchen was dimly lit by a chandelier hanging over the small island in the middle. As Kurt came down the hall–the smell of cinnamon and berries filled the air. Blaine could hear him but was busy grabbing mugs from the cabinet. “I wasn’t sure if you were hungry but I made something quick to munch on. Feel better?”
As he listened to his soon to be fiance’s words, Sebastian was stuck with a smile on his face because everything Blaine said mesmerized him. So much so. This. All of this. It was theirs to make the best out of. ❝It’s definitely not a delusion, love. Trust me when I say that. I love you so much and you don’t have to say thank you anymore for any of this. Got it? I’ve heard it about a hundred times during this trip already and as happy as it makes me to know you’re thankful… You just deserve this so much. You’re such a star, Blaine. My star. I’m so proud of what you’ve accomplished these past couple years. We love each other, of course. But you and me, we’re on this journey together of learning to love ourselves too. You’ve helped me so much with loving myself and feeling like the only thing I have to be is me around you… You’ve never made me change. And when I look at you I know you’re still insecure in there at times. I know you feel small sometimes. But to me, you are so far from small. You’re the biggest, brightest star in the sky, actually. My love for you… As lame as it sounds, it’s hard for me to put it into words.❞ he puts a pause in his speech, giving an endearing smile before reaching across the table to hold onto Blaine’s free hand. ❝And… Now that we’re here, in Paris… And I’m looking into your eyes I can’t help but have all these thoughts and feelings hit me at once.❞ Sebastian looks out at the view to see the moonlight beaming down on the city. Glancing back at Blaine with love and inspiration in his eyes. He was going to lead the love of his life to the Eiffel tower in a few minutes to ask the big question and his heart was racing. Blaine was still waiting to wake up? This might do the trick.
“I’m sorry. I’m,” and he fell silent when Sebastian stole his tongue. Blaine listened because that was all he could do as his heart began to pound and he felt that dizzying sensation that Sebastian was so skilled at bringing out of him at any given moment make his chest feel so light he might float away. His eyes grow softer by the syllable until tears gather at his eyelashes. He wasn’t expecting all that from a repeat of ‘thank you’. His fork drops and he quickly buries his hands into his lap underneath the table. This moment. This is one he’ll never forget. The way Sebastian was looking at him–he’s seen it before. Plenty of times. And it never ceases to fill him with wonder how one person could look at him like that and mean every emotion that filled Sebastian’s green eyes. Blaine’s is nothing short of fascination and bewilderment. He loves him more than Sebastian might ever know because there aren’t words to say or actions to give that could ever encompass the love that Blaine has for him. Yet–he needs to say something. Anything besides sitting here ready to cry and blinking rapidly to keep from doing it so they don’t cause a scene. Kicking himself into motion–Blaine draws in an uneven breath and uses it to whisper the first thing that comes to mind. “Every time I think ‘this is it, I can’t love him anymore than I do right now’–you always manage to surprise me by proving to me that I can. Sebastian, you changed my life. From the minute you walked into it. You give me compassion and understanding. You support me. All of me. And I don’t think I’d ever see the world the same without you. I love you. I love you so much.. Even when you make me want to start crying in a restaurant full of people. Which is totally unfair,” he grins because if he doesn’t do that? The tears he blinked away are going to come back.
Santana was still fuming, though there was an ache in her chest. When she hurt the people she loved, whether they deserved it or not — the guilt came fast. Once upon a time there were no consequences for her cruel actions. The only pain was hidden in hushed sighs && tears behind the curtains. Now she had an ALMOST visible weak spot. She use to blame Finn for it. Saying he mostly, along with all of her closest friends && loved ones made her weaker. In time she grew to like having that soft spot. Until it started to break. Reminding her why she had walls built in the first place. It was becoming more clear as time went on how angry she’d made her friend. His body was still but there was a fury within, spreading like wildfire. This might just be the day that somebody truly broke the calm && collected Blaine Anderson. Of course if anyone was going to blow up this island, it’d be Santana. It was hard not to back away when he stepped closer, especially because her usual reaction was to get in close, show she wasn’t afraid. Of course physically she had no fear of the bow tie wearing musical enthusiast. Mentally though? Well they say the people you love the most can hurt you the worst, && that’s exactly what he was doing.
His blows were low. As low as those of her own design. Each one sent chills down her spine. Santana was usually on the other end of this kind of situation, && Blaine? She would never of expected Blaine to be the one to turn the tables around. First touching on her engagement, he hit the weak spot that came for Kurt in the first place. That deep layer of insecurity she masked so well with sheer anger && disgust towards one of her best friends. It didn’t help that his next turn was right where her thoughts were headed next. The fact that the person she hurt cared about her. He cared enough to stand up to her even when he knew she’d retaliate ( even though he couldn’t of been prepared for how far she really went ). He cared && put himself out there to be by her side. Then there she went, betraying him because it was the only reaction that felt right for how he made her feel. It seemed people were correct all along, in calling her the wicked bitch of the west.
In stopping there, he could of seen her storm out, could of left her remorseful && insecure until their little world patched itself back up again. The way they always believed it could. Only this time, that wasn’t so certain. Blaine had used the ammo that could truly tear her to pieces. The one thing that openly brought her dark hues to tears, glazing over them like crystals. He brought up her feelings for Finn. For what Kurt did when he learned how much pain she was in after losing him. One of the touchiest subjects the female ever had to face. So when his rant finished, Santana felt destroyed. Broken past repair. && what made it so much worse? Was that she always knew somewhere deep down, pass the cockiness && laughter — that there was no going back. She was broken, && now THEY were broken too. Him calling her out caused the tears, ones that she was ready to run off && hide from the world. But his final words, his mention of being ALONE, is what provoked her to lift her hand. Ready to slap him HARD for what he dared to say. Only instead he was barely threatened. There was just a jerking movement that almost hit it’s target. The strike was just barely held back by what little will power she had left. In fear of putting them both in more misery, unstable && quick movements brought her away from him, not pausing once as she headed for the door.
The lowest blow he dealt came from a ledge that gave way to nothing but darkness he tiptoed past for months and artfully dodged by turning a blind eye to it and then turning to therapy when he couldn’t anymore. Thanks to Dave being the one to intervene when he saw it inside Blaine’s eyes when their conversations turned to feelings and Blaine–who was so often the first to wear his heart on his sleeve when it came to how he felt–couldn’t talk without shaking, tears building up and anger always was the last and most overwhelming emotion to follow. Dave connected to it. Dave was helping him fix it and he was so, so sure they won. His days were brighter, life was good, he was happy. If he ever doubted it on important days between him and Kurt (their wedding date was the worst)? He avoided the calendar, fell in love with his Warblers then went home to Dave for comfort.
This story was never going to end. Was it? Months of putting Kurt out of his mind were torn away with the arrival of his ex and all the feelings that he swore to God he was over, were there waiting for him to find inside Kurt’s presence that didn’t belong in the life he made here. They were done. Kurt was in New York and he was in Ohio and building something. Why did his heart have to break when he saw Kurt hurting and knew he was hurting because of him? Kurt was the one to end things. Kurt realized his mistake too late. It wasn’t fair for him to come back and complicate things. WHY was he complicating things in the first place? There shouldn’t be things for him to complicate! So here he was. Arriving just to tell her how wrong that was and then—. Hell bent on focusing all his frustration that came rushing in on her.
He never should have made the mistake and called him like Rachel asked him to. The way Kurt’s voice cracked was the splintering line of his patience and usual gentility when handling a volatile situation. Or person. Or himself.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to rip her in half. She didn’t deserve that. Yes, Santana needed to hear a piece of someone’s mind but…he went too far. For the wrong reasons. Suddenly–he just wanted to be at home. As quickly as it flared up, the anger rushed out leaving him spent and catching up to what he just said. Oh God, he hated himself the second he did.
“Santana? Wait,” his voice lost it’s razorblade sharpness as he bolted after her. “I shouldn’t have said.. Would you just hold up?!” Without thinking, he drew near enough to reach her elbow and try to get her to stop. She had to hear him out. She had to.
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