Bleff || 1×1 ||

jeff.

Jeff had listened to the boy and his eye lit up when Blaine asked about competition and saying he wouldn’t be in the way. “Psh, you wouldn’t be in the way and I bet you’ll get moved by the music and want to join in” he teased gently nudging the boy next to him as Nick rolled his eyes and smiled “we don’t have competition for at least a month and a half and right now we are practicing on perfecting what we’ve got so we can choose within the next few weeks what we plan on using” he told Blaine

The others merely watched and ate as the two younger boys encouraged the newest member of Dalton with their group. Wes spoke up “Don’t feel obligated to listen to these two, Jeff can badger people into something he’s good at that and Nick is just the same just milder in the approach.” he pointed the two, before adding on “You are always welcome at the meetings just to watch or to join we are always looking for fresh new faces. Especially if they drowned out a super hyper blonde” he teased towards Jeff who pouted “I’m not THAT horrible all the time.” he stuck his tongue out at the senior before turning back to Blaine “So how bout Tomorrow you’ll join me after classes for the clubs meeting?”

The idea of singing with the group made Blaine’s eyes widen and his smile couldn’t possibly get any bigger as he looked from Jeff to Nick and then gave a quick sweep of his gaze past all the other faces gathered at the table. He was expecting to see some only going along with the excitement of the others and not very interested in what was going on. Maybe even one or two wondering what made him so important that he was invited to join and even sing with them when they barely knew who he was? Judging off appearances alone? Someone might jump to a conclusion that he was a rich kid gone wrong. Sent here by parents to make him listen as a last ditch effort. If you went by the few still not completely faded marks he wished his father would have let him stay at home until they were gone.

Face after face was looked at and–he didn’t see any of that. Quite the opposite. He was greeted with smiles, nods, and overdone rolls of eyes as they laughed and ticked their heads towards Jeff like they wholeheartedly agreed with Wes. Even if the blonde denied what their leader said. Seeing that instead of the worst? Blaine felt..hope. That maybe Jeff did more than become his friend in a matter of minutes. That the boy unknowingly gave him something he used to have so much of and cherished deeply. Only to have it brutally taken away. Since that day? He fought every morning for some of that back. Now, it came rushing at him in waves and he was speechless. Until he stuttered, “Y-Yeah! I’d love to. And..guys. I agree. Jeff can’t be that bad,” he grinned trying not to show just how deeply he was affected just then out of fear of being cheesy. “Like he said.. Not all the time.”

it just got real.

Of course Sebastian was in a snarky mood! How could Blaine possibly blame him? He was feeling the slight rise of snark coming on before this conversation due to lack of sleep; ~~Sebastian needs his sleep or he gets cranky~~. But now that the threat of all threats was made he was full on raging with ultimate snark! Usually Blaine only suggested that when Sebastian was being mean to others and hurting the well being of many ~~or one~~! Wait, was he doing that now? Pouted lips and dangerous daggers for eyes, Sebastian completely ignores the comment about the chair and makes sure not to look at it but instead keep his eyes on Blaine. ❝ You can go sit in it, you bossy, nerd-porn loving diva. That’d be fun for you. You could stare at the wall and imagine it’s some Star Trek fuck staring back at you. ❞ he tests with an evil smirk beginning to pull at his lips..

The fact that Sebastian has categories of snark and ultimate reasons why that coincide with the Threat of Threats™ being made should be proof positive that he without a doubt deserves his Time Out chair. Why it was created in the first place–also–goes hand in hand with that very reason. And–most importantly and most hated by his other half–why Blaine won’t let them get rid of it. Not to mention that the Time Out chair was invented by Blaine Anderson himself and he found it not only quite effective in teaching Sebastian when to reel it back. But! Entertaining as hell. Most of the time. Others? Well.. Let’s see how this unfolds. “What’s up with the look of death?” Bowing his chin towards his collar–Blaine gives Sebastian a deadpan stare over the top of his iPad before gently tucking it onto the end table beside the couch. Placing both hands in his lap–he patiently corrects the first error in Sebastian’s statement. “It wasn’t Star Trek. It was Star Wars. Second,” he hums, “Does someone need to count to ten?”

familiar face–not so familiar story.

He catches it, that glance. He’s acting about as Sebastian-like as ever, which is to say, not in the slightest. His confidence was in science, in his speed, in the criminal activities that he was technically here to do. Not confrontations, no matter that they’re disguised as.

“Living the dream after all.” He jokes. It was nice to see that Blaine got to live where he used to talk about. Memories resurface, talking about plans of the future and goals big and small. He can’t believe Blaine actually humored him with friendship, given his behavior.. Although, the worst of it was hidden for a little while, wasn’t it? He wasn’t flaunting how he talked to Kurt in his face- Right. Kurt. Barry almost looks around for him right there; they were probably a far better couple than Barry gave them credit for if they survived his rain of terror.

“I got some time off work,” He says with a shrug of his shoulder. “Some friends thought a vacation would be cool so I figured why not tag along, right? Never got to see this place.. We should- we should catch up sometime, while I’m here. If you want to.”

Living the dream. Close enough. Blaine loved the city. He loved his life here. But the road getting to that love? Was made up of bumps and swerves. A detour or two that left him chasing the chance to let himself fall in love with it again after a rather tumultuous love story between him and his place of dreams. “Yeah. I guess you could say that. It’s home and there’s no place I’d rather be.” There was nothing but truth in that statement. Even if she threw him a hardball to the face now and then? New York City would always be home.

So–Sebastian was going to be here for only at least a little while? Hearing that news brought a smile to Blaine’s lips and an excited sparkle to his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah! I’d love to. How long will you be here?” It’d been years and he hoped they’d run into each other again someday. But–like a lot of high school relationships–life had a way of breaking promises of not falling out of touch for a lot of people. He hadn’t meant to let it happen between the two of them. Though it wasn’t either’s particular fault.

“Whenever you have the time? I’ll make the time. I could show you the not-so-touristy places. If that’s something you’d like,” he searched the other’s green eyes and decided on one thing he had to get out of the way first. With a palm fit against the back of his neck, he smiled softly. “It is really good to see you again.”

nick.

Nick was almost to the door when Blaine called him back in. He turned around. “I guess I have a few more minutes.” He agreed and came back closer. Part of him wished he didn’t come at all, but the bigger part was glad he did. He took a deep breath and sat down. He figured it might be a better idea to get Blaine’s thoughts off the subject. He didn’t know how to at first. “So, not sure if you heard but I am starting to get a few college credits online. So when I do manage to go to NYU or wherever I go… I will already be pretty ahead.” He said to Blaine with a smile. He was still on the young side, but it wasn’t unheard of.

Sighing in relief as Nick turned around and returned back to the chair beside the bed–Blaine let his head fall to rest against the pillows. Tired but not tired enough to go to sleep alone, he squirmed around until he was snuggled up under the blankets and on his side facing him. By the time he was settled? Blaine was just a ball of sheets and blankets with his head poking out. Noticing that Nick changed the subject–Blaine let him and was honestly thankful for the switch. If he thought about tonight any more? Sleep wouldn’t be a remote possibility unless the painkillers won out. Which they might anyway. “You did, Nicky? That’s great! I’m really proud of you. What are you thinking of as a major? Decide yet? Please tell me you’re going to keep singing. Your voice is too good to stop all together. Even if you decide on something else.”

is that–lace?

Elliott was mortified. Honest to god mortified – he wasn’t happy with his body at the best of times, so to be caught like that? There was a thud as the fabric he was holding fell on the floor, his hand going limp as it did so. At the same time, a deep red blush stemmed all the way up, spanning across his jaw and down his chest.

“Yeah…” Without taking his eyes off Blaine he reached behind him, hand wrapping in the plaid shirt he’d left there and pulling it on over his shoulders, letting it hang open. “I can uh, I can see that.“ Elliott rubbed awkwardly at his neck, uncomfortable with the situation. "Can you quit staring?” He blurted that out without thinking about it, looking away and blushing deeper. “I-sorry, I…please?”

Blaine’s mouth moved like a fish out of water as soon as it was pointed out that he was staring. He didn’t mean it that way! Mostly! Staring at Elliott’s eyes was a way of guaranteeing himself that he wouldn’t look elsewhere. In his attempt not to make things awkward. Guess what he did? Only made them worse. “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t–oh. Just..sorry.”

Tearing his gaze off Elliott–first to the ceiling–then to the wall–then snap! Right into his own lap–Blaine nodded. His cheeks puffed out as he groaned. With a puff of exhaled air and a quick touching of his feet to the floor–Blaine stood up. “I’m going to go make tea or–tea. Tea’s great. He not so gracefully excused himself out of the room with a duck to the left, pivot to the right and a beeline straight towards the kitchen feeling a rush of heat over his face, down his throat. Who knows? With this level of embarrassment? It might not stop til it went all the way to his toes.

kurt.

He can’t help it. Blaine comes back looking like he ran to the vending machine and Kurt has to smile, even briefly, while trying not to chuckle. It was sweet. Maybe a little too sweet for Kurt’s current state. His eyes water a little and he rubs at his nose, letting the upturn of his lips fade again.
It’s obvious how reluctant he is to ask, eyes shut and question following a sigh. “Can you stay? I just- you don’t have to, I’m not exactly good company but I don’t think I want to be alone.” He explains with a cautious glance back to Blaine’s face as he fiddles with the cracker package.

Seeing Kurt smile–briefly as it was–made Blaine smile right back. If he made him feel a little better by coming back in the room breathless and trying to look like he casually strolled in? He’d take the small amount of embarrassment that being busted brought. But then the smile is gone and Blaine’s head moves to the other side–a frown on his mouth, too.

Not wanting to push him for an answer–Blaine turned to go like he offered to but then stopped immediately soon as Kurt shut his eyes.
He bit his lip to keep from asking Kurt if he was okay when the obvious answer was no. “Kurt, you’re sick. It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about what kind of company you are.” His expression melted into a gentle reassuring smile as he sidestepped to the foot of the bed and sat down. “All you had to do was ask. Want me to find something to watch? We could use my laptop? Might get your mind off things.”

meme continuation. @elliott-starchild

Letting himself inside with the key Elliott was kind enough to give him since he’d been staying there–Blaine was mentally and physically exhausted. He kept tiredly quiet as he kicked off his shoes and let his bag fall to the floor. His huff of a sigh was the only sound he made as he flounced down onto the couch and deflated backwards until his head rested against the back of the sofa. Only to get painful jolt up his neck from knot from the crook he quickly rubbed away before letting his hand fall into his lap and–oh hello, Elliott.

The pair met each other’s eyes in unison. Though–Blaine’s couldn’t help the glance back down just to make sure he saw what he thought he saw on the glance up. That being a mostly naked Elliott other than a pile of fabric on his arm and pair of lace boxers. Yeah! That’s what it was! How long was too long before the silence between the two went from awkward to creepy? Trying to beat that deadline–Blaine stuttered. Nothing came out. His reddening cheeks puffed in a breath that popped his lips open and he shrugged helplessly without anything else to say but.. “H-Hi. Um.. I’m hoooome,” he smiled and cringed all at once trying to keep his eyes strictly focused on Elliott’s, “Probably should have made some sort of statement like about a minute ago–huh? Yep! Definitely..” –Oh boy!–

tina.

^{“You know, that’s a good idea. Chance of scenery probably helps with motivation. I imagine road trips of any kind are better with friends than parents. You can actually enjoy yourself.” At least, that’s the point Tina got from the movies that she watched which featured road trips in them. She focused on the barista for a few moments so she could order her mocha latte. Reacting a few moments too late to Blaine paying for their drinks, she could only playfully roll her eyes at him .If they ran into each other again, she would certainly return the favor. “I think that I would like that and I could always use another friend. Just don’t ask for details on what the New Directions are planning and I’ll do the same regarding the Warblers.”}

^{Tina couldn’t help grinning at Blaine. He seemed nice and sane which was something she could use more of. “Though, general music discussion on favorite songs, recommendations and the like are perfectly acceptable.” At his comment, she couldn’t help blushing but also thinking that Artie could use a few lessons. “Thanks Blaine, that means a lot. At McKinley……,” she paused to try to figure out the right words, “being different is frowned upon by the majority of the student body.” Tina didn’t answer his other questions right away. Leaning on the counter, she tried to figure out what to say that wouldn’t have Rachel coming after her, should she find out. “We have been meeting since the first day of school, coming up with ideas and the like while dealing with recruitment.” Nothing was set in stone yet and they were still finding their footing.}

“You’re more than welcome to ignore my barrage of questions then,” he grinned coyly at the set of rules he just broke not a blink of an eye later. Honestly, it was completely by accident! He was only aiming for polite conversation. Any idea of going to the Warblers with the answers didn’t even cross his mind. They might slightly go for an edge now and then by sneaking into theaters or doing other lightly nefarious–thing Diet Nefarious!–things to get a leg up on the competition. Sure. Hey! If the events were being held at say..a different school–they knew their acoustics, layout and what went with it! Why couldn’t the Warblers, too? Stuff along those lines! And it wasn’t all the time! Not usually! On occasion it was some sort of weird bonding moment they shared. Don’t ask him–he was just usually along for curiosity’s sake! But what they did was nothing like outright stealing information and using it against the competition or two their advantage to the level one would call it boldfaced cheating!

“We can’t take music completely out of this new relationship, Tina. I’m willing to compromise and say our personal favorites are more than acceptable to be talked about. I mean it’s music. I’m not sure we can’t talk about it from one music lover to another at some point. Right?” Hazel eyes squinted and a small frown tugged his lips downwards. He understood first hand what being different could do to you damage wise. Whether it ends up the way it did for him. Or how it affects someone else. No one deserved to go through their own personal hell just because of who they were. “I’m sorry. That’s not right.. Does that happen a lot? Because you seem pretty great! If that means anything coming from a stranger. And that’s great that you guys are getting there.“

sebastian.

“Don’t put the blame on me. The cute-boy-wonder doth protest too much,” he winked. It seemed that Blaine was enjoying his cooking. Well, of course he was but it’s nice to know it isn’t being secretly spat out or something of the sorts. “I know, you must be wondering ‘Sebastian, you’re husband material. When are we getting married?’ and the answer is whenever you want.” Would he get a blush out of that one?

A slight pause. “Yeah, um, I had a brother. He died. That’s why you didn’t know,” he hesitated to tell Blaine this initially. Sebastian had moved on from that chapter of his life. But sometimes he would still wake up and have to remind himself that someone like his brother was gone from this world. That was the most bizarre part about grief. Everyday is a new shocking relearning of events. Taking the picture and putting it back he looked at Blaine with a newfound smile. “So anyways, when are we getting our cuddle on? Or show me yours?” Changing the subject was never more appropriate.

“Boy Wonder? Come on–now you’re ridiculous,” Blaine scoffed in the direction of the floor and then glanced up with a smirk that kept spreading across his mouth until it was practically ear to ear by the time Sebastian was done fluffing up his husband material status. “How’d you know? And I don’t think you’re ready for that kind of a commitment with me, Seb. Not with the stories you’ve told me about your weekend activities. I just wouldn’t feel right tying such a wild horse down.” Blushing much? Oh! You could say his imitation of the background color of a stop sign was the best it’s ever been.

Sebastian’s pause made Blaine pause too. His laughter faded and he was back to curiously watching him with a bewildered blink. When he heard the truth? Blaine’s stomach bottomed out and any traces of his smile was gone. “Oh. Oh.” Losing a brother was unthinkable in Blaine’s book. Yes–he and Cooper might have their differences and their relationship was odd because of the years between them but–losing him? He couldn’t imagine surviving the loss of his brother. “Sebastian.. I didn’t.. I’m sorry,” he had to shake himself back to his senses after the whiplash inducing speed that Sebastian changed the subject with. Blaine instantly jumped onto the abrupt shift. “Um–we’re still talking baby pictures in the show you mine department, Seb. You’re forced to wait til we’re at my house for that but–,” he glanced past Sebastian to the bed and back. “Cuddles? I can do cuddles.” And after what he just learned? He never wanted to cuddle Sebastian worse than he did right now.

definitely one of those families.

One of those families. Sounds like television got something right about the wealthy. Kurt nods in reply.
Following Blaine in, he only glances around briefly and tries not to trail behind. The place was nice is all that mattered and if he were less in his head he might be made uncomfortable. Might make an offhanded comment about the decorating too if he let himself. He would definitely worry more about dragging water in due to the rain.

It would probably be weirder to leave him in his cold wet clothes all night, he thinks. But Blaine got a smile out of him as he laughed at himself. “Not weird. Generous, actually. I could go for a shower.” He wonders absently if it’s a good idea though with how much he’s gotten lost in his head tonight. He’d rather feel clean and warm than mention it.

Kurt didn’t find the offer weird? That was a relief! One that had Blaine glancing over his shoulder at the other boy with his smile renewed and a sparkle back in his eyes. “Great! Just make yourself at home. There’s towels in the dressing room closet. I’ll leave some clothes on the bed.” The door to the last room at the end of the hall was already open and a dim amber light reflected across the hardwood floor.

“The bathroom’s just through the small dressing room over there,” he pointed to the right of his room to the dark wooden door was. “I’ll be out of your hair and downstairs whenever you’re done,” he smiled up at Kurt while digging through his dresser and finding a pair of Dalton sweatpants and a t-shirt with the same crest on the front. They were tossed on the bed and he was already on his way back out of the room before he paused at the door and turned back around. “Do you need anything else?”