“Apparently not. I really don’t know that much, I try to stay out of drama as much as possible. You know me Blaine.” Nick sighed. “But honestly? This is the first time something this bad has ever happened to the Warblers. It is taking a long time to fully comprehend anything that has happened.” He looked at Blaine sadly. When Nick answered his question he sighed. “okay.” He replied, wanting to say “good” but everything is not good. This is not how things should be. He nodded. “I wont say anything, promise. And you know me, Blainers. I KEEP my promises.” He said, looking at his phone to see the time. “I probably should get going. The nurses said I had like 10 minutes until visiting hours were over when I passed them.” He sighed, getting up from the chair that was next to Blaine’s bed.
“I know you do,” but he couldn’t hide the relief that showed clearly when Nick promised he wouldn’t tell on Sebastian. Blaine wanted to handle things first for a number of reasons. The main one being Sebastian’s homelife put aside? He had questions for Sebastian that he wanted answered himself. Not from parents or authority figures. Worse yet? The police. He was already getting ready to lie to them once he was told that after he rested they’d be there to get a statement. The idea of talking to them? It hit too close to memories of the past he’d fought hard to put away. And still–on quieter nights–had the uncanny ability to sneak up and catch him off guard enough to make a sliver of panic creep back in with the memory that’d play out before he could put a stop to it. Tonight? It’d done it twice. Like that night was waiting with a vengeance for a chance to be remembered. This time? He planned on lying to them. Which made Nick’s and the other Warblers silence crucial. “Nick? Wait–sit down. A few more minutes won’t hurt–right?”
Sebastian could barely believe when Blaine had started to text him again a month ago. He was decidedly less excited once he realized the reason was simply and purely that, Blaine was lonely. Kurt was gone, to do whatever he was doing, and he’d left Blaine behind, and for the first time since their relationship started, Blaine didn’t have someone to spend every second of every day with, talking with, or planning to be with. Sebastian realized it fairly quickly after the first mentions of how Kurt was absent started. He, himself, hadn’t texted Blaine since the proposal incident. He couldn’t bring himself to admit how utterly it had actually devastated him. He had no idea how much hope he’d still been gathering until then. After that, he went radio silent, and Blaine didn’t make any efforts to contact him, either. And for the months that followed, Sebastian had been SURE that his story with Blaine, whatever it was, was over. That was why the strike was somewhat dulled down when he’d realized Blaine reaching out had nothing to do with them, but everything to do with his new fiancé. For a week, he’d even considered breaking everything off at once, but at the end of the day, it hadn’t changed anything. Blaine needed him, and even if it was only because he missed someone else, Sebastian was going to be there for him. After everything he’d done, Blaine deserved his friendship, stripped of interest.
He wasn’t sure when the whole Elliot thing had started. Sometimes Blaine would talk about him, and Sebastian would wonder, but he couldn’t conceive that Blaine would actually sleep with someone else after everything he’d said and done back when Sebastian had been pursuing him. The confession was a shock. And quite honestly Sebastian had no idea what to say. What could he say? And he doubted Hummel would want him saying ANYTHING regarding their relationship. When Blaine had asked, he’d seen no choice but to tell him it was his choice. He couldn’t tell him not to tell Kurt. And at the same time, he’d be SICK if he had to actually give him advice to save his engagement. It was one thing to be there for him, to talk and maybe meet in person, like they hadn’t despite the texting, distract him, support HIS decision. Those were things he COULD do, but what he couldn’t do was be a meddler in their mess of a relationship, as he saw it. Not to say he KNEW he wouldn’t be able to stay neutral. He didn’t know exactly what Blaine would do, and he wouldn’t until he texted him, which was why he hadn’t even been expecting any sort of news until the next day, AFTER Blaine had slept his trip off and decided to send him a message. To say he was surprised when someone knocked on his father’s door at that late hour was an understatement, but actually opening the door to a brokenBlaine on his porch was astonishing. He’d been wide eyed and at complete loss of what to do, but bring Blaine inside and take him to the living room. As they sat, he waited for him to say something and that was when reached for his shoulder and next thing he knew, he had an armful of Blaine on his chest. He wrapped his arms around him, his body always having such an automatic response to offering Blaine affection, something he wasn’t used to at all, and brought him in even closer. He could feel the tears starting to wet his skin under Blaine’s face and squeezed him tighter, eyes widening again at the admittance. “Shhhh…. Blaine. It’s okay, killer. Just take a deep breath.” You didn’t do anything. He swallowed, pressing his cheek against Blaine’s curls. He suddenly realized he probably should go upstairs and kick his one night stand out.
“Sebastian. I messed up so bad. I need–I need that day back. There are so many things I’d do different. I want to do it all over again. Everything I did that morning that lead up to that, I need to undo. Please..?” Why was he asking Sebastian that? It’s not like Sebastian could do anything to give him what he was begging for. It was an impossible request. Maybe he wasn’t asking Sebastian at all. Just incapable of keeping anything in. Every word he wanted to say when he woke up to his things packed and the person he loved most unable to look at him–and rightfully so–were still on the tip of his tongue. Six hours waiting in the airport because that was the closest flight time he could get didn’t erase them. Not the flight home. Or the drive that had him nearly rear ending someone because he wasn’t even in his skull much less focused on the road. Nothing ever would until he could say them to Kurt. But they refused to go away until they were spoken. At least once.
God knows he deserved to say it over and over again because he was the one that did it. Even if he begged for the chance to take that day away on repeat– it wouldn’t make up for what he did. Actions speak louder than words. And he’d made an action that set into motion a domino effect that broke everything on it’s way down. He held onto Sebastian like the other was his last lifeline. Regret that hadn’t left him immediately after he did the most awful thing he’s ever done that he could never take back only welled up again inside his stomach. It felt like his insides were twisted into knots, his throat caved in and he couldn’t breathe regardless of being told to. Everything he was feeling came pouring out from a body that was–simply put–too exhausted to hold it in anymore. His slight weight shifted against Sebastian’s side. Even though he was still wearing the coat and scarf he had on since New York–he was thinner than he’d been since they last saw each other face to face. A few sobs later–he tried to start gluing himself back together. He wasn’t after pity. Or even understanding. Just–Sebastian to be there and to not be alone. “I’m sorry..,” his face crumpled up and he went back frustratedly rubbing at his face keeping balled up around Sebastian’s frame. “I’m sure this is the last thing you need.”
Elliott knew the impact he had on people when their issues came up. He supposed it was the fact that he was, well, so open. He didn’t understand the point in judging someone. At the psychologist mention Elliott couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh hell nah, I’m not smart enough for that.” Not at all.
“You don’t have to make it up for me!” He pulled an almost confused expression for a moment before a smile graced his face. “Trust me, it’s alright – if I didn’t want to hear it I wouldn’t.” Elliott didn’t like it when they loaded their issues on him, it’s what finally made him leave for yoga, but the occasional issue that he wasn’t actually caught in the middle of? He could cope with that.
“I think you’re cutting yourself short. You’re definitely smart enough for that. Besides? I think for that line of work–what you need most is just to care for people.” Elliott was one of those rare breeds that did exactly that in spades. He was such a kind hearted soul. No wonder the ragtag group that the poor soul found himself flung into ended up clinging to Elliott so much. The man brought a center of gravity with him wherever he want. One talk and things just felt easier.
Blaine could only hope that feeling would last once he was on his own without Elliott’s aura of calm thereto make things feel okay. Because they weren’t. Blaine knew that. He wasn’t blind. Facing it? That was a whole other ballgame he wasn’t sure he was ready for. Or if he ever would be. Not wanting to burden Elliott more with those thoughts–Blaine merely smiled and held up a hand to protest. “I insist. Please? We can talk all about your yoga retreat. Or what you want to do now that you’re home again. I don’t know–get drinks and talk about nothing that makes sense. Anything that involves laughing and having a good time would be great. You deserve it and I could use it,” his nose scrunched and he squinted pleadingly. “Fair enough?”
“I’ll have to see for myself then. I’m not big into feeding into the rumor mill, believe it or not,” he chuckled. Sebastian rolled his eyes out of playful annoyance. “If it was a height joke I would’ve said something about you being so small that cuddling was actually picking you up and placing you in either my pocket or atop my shoulder. That’s a height joke, killer,” he leaned in to kiss him gently.
When he felt Blaine pressed against his body his own heart thumped quite heavily. The rest of his body moved in to follow the contours and curves of Blaine’s very own. Taking Blaine’s fingers so that he could encase the boy in his arms, he had never felt better. One arm reached underneath the pillow and blaine’s head and sprawled out. “Shut up, cutie,” he whispered and chuckled. Kissing the back of Blaine’s neck he laid his head back down. “Of course.” His fingers traced over Blaine’s chest sweetly as gentle kisses met his shoulder. It wasn’t sexually motivated, but simply out of a compassionate place in Sebastian’s heart.
“You better never say you’re going to put me in your pocket or on your shoulder. Like ever. You and I will duel at dawn if you do.” He could still feel the peck lingering on his lips even after his back was against Sebastian’s chest. A set of long fingers answered his beckon call and slid between Blaine’s. Sebastian’s arm was guided around his chest exactly how Blaine wanted. What cemented the Warbler’s Get Out Of Jail Free Card from the “not height joke” was the dips and hollows of Sebastian’s body moulding themselves against his back and legs. Fine hairs running along the back of Blaine’s neck stood on end at the kiss pressed there. His stomach caved and he pressed his cheek firmly against the pillow for balance.
Cutie? He blushed never thinking he’d hear that term come from Sebastian. It was endearingly sweet. “Wait. Am I supposed to shut up? Or ask my question,” he asked in a dry, ragged voice that evened out with the feather light shoulder kisses. “Because I’m confused now.” Untangling his fingers from Sebastian’s as they caressed his chest–a feeling that made Blaine close his eyes as he sank into the calm the touch brought–Blaine reached back and found a strand of Sebastian’s bangs to lightly twirl through his fingers. “I mean–I can shut up. But? That’s not very nice to say to someone, Seb. Especially during epic cuddles. I’m offended,” he grinned lazily. And then he gave that wisp of hair he toyed with a careful tug to stress his point.
Hunter wasn’t very good with people. Anyone who got in a ten foot radius of him would know that. His actions && behavior was that of an animal. He wanted to be king so badly, he became more lion than man. His goals were set, his mind made up, the only thing in the world that mattered was himself. Maybe one day reality would come back to him && he’d learn how to be like everybody else, how to treat everybody else. Unfortunately that day wasn’t anywhere in sight. The first order of business was apparently Blaine’s life. He wanted to make sure Hunter didn’t meddle, and luckily for him, he didn’t want to. He couldn’t be bothered with idle things such as Blaine’s old friends in the New Directions. He had a team to focus on right here. Next order of business, the real reason Hunter bothered himself with their little coffee run. Even though now he had an even stronger distaste for the male, && the idea of coffee with him seemed excruciating. There was a fine line between agreement, && overstepping. This was the latter. All he had to do was say yes and move on. Seemed the on again off again Warbler wasn’t as guilt free from drama as he seemed. It would be far to easy to fall into old habits. To start a fight, and likely win. With his training there weren’t many fights he could lose. Not to mention Blaine didn’t look like the toughest trouper. If he gave in to the anger, where would that leave him? Beating up one of the most loved and respected males on their team, would be show choir suicide. “Seems I’ve caught you on a bad day, Blaine. What a shame. If you’d like, we can call off today’s coffee break. I’d be happy to take a rain check. Until you’re ready to set aside your differences, and play nice with me.” Before he could even get his answer he started walking again. “It’s a two way street, Blaine. Can’t be the voice of reason with such a strong bias against me. I hope to see more from you. Maybe we’ll duet about it.” He turned back to give the other a teasing sappy look. “Oh, && I think we’re crystal clear.”
Hunter’s nerve managed–yet ain–to outdo itself at the exact moment where he pinned that it had to be at the pinnacle of it’s existence. However. Hunter continued to show he had a limitless supply of gull, bravado and general ability to make Blaine feel like he had something stuck under a fingernail. No. Wait. Fingernails. Like–all of them. Before making the decision to come back to Dalton–Blaine had lengthy conversations with Sebastian about the boy currently questioning everything from his intentions to his integrity. He promised Sebastian that he would do what he always did–try to let bygones be bygones and approach this as the possibility to see Hunter in a different light. Maybe even become friends with a little work on his part to like the guy. Here we are. Day One and already Blaine was doubting he could ever pull off what was now looking like an utter miracle act of divine intervention in getting him to make good on that promise. All that without knowing that Hunter was measuring how the both of them would turn out if they got into a fistfight and sorely underestimating him. Which would have been fine in Blaine’s book. As well as a relief that Hunter–apparently–wasn’t tuned into one very locked down secret that Blaine left in his wake at Dalton Academy. His brows lifted and he blinked–arms crossed in front of his chest. Blaine hummed and nodded his understanding with a purse of his lips in a thoughtful frown. “Thing is–your two way street? That’s all on you to keep open. I’m not the one who initiated this conversation and took it in the direction you did.” Turning on his heel–the look he gave Hunter was nothing short of ‘this is all you buddy’ what he offered without a backwards glance as he walked away was either an olive branch–or his response to that sappy look that was only another taunt. “I’ll make sure to pick a song for us to sing tomorrow,” he paused and turned far enough to give Hunter a polite smile. “The guys will love it. See you at practice.” Now where was he? Oh! Going to look for Sebastian, Trent, Nick and Jeff. And off he went to find them..
“Comfortable is me naked, but something tells me that’s not what you’re willing to deal with,” he chuckled. He slept naked, of course, so he was at least honest about it. Surprisingly enough, he was comfortable. The pillow was nice and so were the blankets. The fire felt so incredible on his skin. Everything was turning out to be so wonderful.
“Is that so? Now, is that a reputation that everyone knows or were you just told that by one specific person?” he teased. Poking Blaine, he scooted in close. “Yup, perfect now.” Sebastian wrapped his arm around Blaine’s midsection and pulled him in close. “Please tell me you’re a little spoon,” he chuckled. Sebastian kissed his shoulder sweetly as he rested on his side.
Skipping past the sans clothing confession–Blaine jumped right back to the topic of his Cuddle Reputation. “It is so, Mister. My cuddles are world renown. I can’t believe you haven’t heard of their legendary status.” He pretended to be offended but his plan was cut short by the poke and subsequent hard swallow when Sebastian moved in closer and pulled him in. Blaine’s fingertips came to life when he touched them to a freckled shoulder and smiled, laughter danced in his eyes and came in a silent shaking of his head.
He was glad for being the one with their shirt on to cover goosebumps prickling up over his shoulder and running down his spine when he glanced down at the spot Sebastian’s lips were before narrowing his eyes up at him. “Was that a height thing? That better not have been. I’ll have you know? That won’t be tolerated but–sure. I am.” One gentle press of his fingertips later he squirmed around until his back was pressed to Sebastian’s chest and he wiggled his fingers back above his shoulder for Sebastian to grab them so he could pull Sebastian’s arm around to the front of his chest. “Better not have been a height thing,” he quickly mumbled with a grin. Sighing–Blaine watched the flames growing brighter. “Can I ask you something?”
Well it was a nice attempt. But the fact remained that Kurt was caught…Blaine wouldn’t freak out, he’s pretty sure. If anything he’d probably just be curious. Kurt isn’t supposed to tell anyone though. He was afraid of getting out of practice at Dalton, and so far he hadn’t but that might change if he has to dodge questions..
“It wasn’t anything important, don’t worry.” He says, biting at his lip. Chances are, with Blaine’s manners he wont even ask for weeks and just give him questioning looks. Letting that happen would give him more time to think about it but… He isn’t sure that it would help. There wasn’t a particularly good outcome, but at least there wasn’t a horrible one either.
Tomorrow. He’ll decide what to do tomorrow. For now.. “I’m gonna go- eat, or something..” He trails off.
Not wanting to make Kurt even more uncomfortable–Blaine stopped watching him. Period. Not that the faint scent of oils and wax was something either one of them could ignore. But–he could pretend like it wasn’t there and maybe Kurt would forget about that part?
Oh, what a mess.
You don’t have to,” Blaine’s attention snapped from the wall he stared at. Like not watching and doing that was going to make things any awkward?!
He was thrown off–okay? Thinking on his feet in a rather I never saw this coming situation was something he could normally pull off. This though? This was up there in the I never saw this coming category to pull off. All he planned on doing was to come to their room, see Kurt and enjoy some quiet time to shake off his adrenaline from practice so he could sleep. Under prepared? You could say that.
I mean–unless you want to?” Honestly? He really hoped Kurt would stay so he could try to ease his beyond frazzled nerves.
@samevvns said:“i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
Blaine caught himself with one palm against the stage a day late and a dollar short. With a heavy bounce and a sharp yelp–he was on his knees with his eyes squeezed shut. A literal blinding flash of pain instantly shot from temple to temple feeling like it burned all the way through his brain once he landed. All he could see was a burning white and stars.
“Sam,” he didn’t particularly like the faint whimper he heard in his voice so he tried to cover it with a laugh that managed to make his head hurt worse. Probably should sit still? Not jar himself around with laughing like an idiot. ‘I got you. It’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay,’ his best friend was right beside him and Blaine dreaded opening his eyes but cracked them a sliver anyway. “It’s only a headache–. Give me a minute. I’m fine,” no he wasn’t, “I promise–.”
“Long enough for the bottle of break at the worst time,” Blaine couldn’t meet Barry’s gaze anymore and settled for meticulously picking at the sofa cushion. If he wasn’t careful? He’d tear a hole in it before long with how badly he was battering the poor thing. “Months? Months, I guess. I mean–what am I supposed to do? I don’t even know what we are.” And it was true. When it came to Barry? He couldn’t tell where they were heading and most times it didn’t bother him because having Barry around in whatever capacity was enough. Until lately. Lately? He found himself holding things back. Feelings, words, himself. Because lately has now become separated into two parts. The parts of his day/night/whenever that had Barry in it and the parts that didn’t.
Those parts were always darker. Because he missed him.
“I mean–what am I supposed to say? Hey. I have no idea what is going on with us but I’m in love with youand even if you can’t love me back? That’s okay because I need you to know how I feel before I lose my—-oh God,” catching up to what he just said Blaine blinked and stared wide eyed up into the colors of green that were now all the shades he loved most. “Sorry–I–um. Sorry.” What did he just admit to? Most importantly? How long was it going to be before he was told what he already knew? That he just made a big mistake.
Kurt quirked an eyebrow playfully at Blaine, giggling softly at his response. “Well, I think you would be a thief by association then, but then again, I’m assuming that would be most of the school. Jeff and Nick have a habit of doing things big.” He chuckled, following after Blaine almost loyally up the steps, holding onto his hand and just wondering what was up there, and sure he’d like it, if it was something Blaine liked.
“Oh,” He whispered out, surprised as they entered the room, taking a second for his eyes to adjust, but the room looked wonderful. He was sure that it was a great secret hiding spot, everything looked warm and inviting, not the stark contrast of the clean downstairs of the school. Well, clean when Nick and Jeff were behaving, at least. He thought that this would be a great place to come hide and read sometimes.
Feeling the tug on his hands, Kurt followed Blaine towards the set of double doors. He watched Blaine, feeling a flush rising on his cheeks, but distracted as Blaine opened the door to the balcony. Still holding onto the others hand, he stepped forward a bit to look outside, and felt his heart leap on his chest. He’d always thought of Dalton as beautiful, but seeing it from this high up and this angle was breathtaking. He didn’t say anything at first, his face just breaking into a huge grin.
“See? I told you so,” Blaine whispered as his thumb pressed in tighter against the edge of Kurt’s hand. The rest of his fingers followed suit by lacing in deeper and absentmindedly flexing against the hollows between Kurt’s. He found himself ignoring the view below again for the one standing right beside him. Seeing Kurt burst into grin that made Blaine’s lips reflect it was worth every letter scribbled on the wall he’d–no doubt–have to shrug off later when asked about it and say he had no clue on who might’ve done that. There’s no way anyone in this school would think Kurt was the one to do it. And he’d leave it at that. Their secret. Just like this place was.
Making sure to look away before he was busted–Blaine leaned one shoulder against the window frame without letting the other boy go. The wood felt cool against his temple when he rested it there. “How lucky are we,” he kept whispering not wanting to ruin the moment by talking too loud. There was magic in the moment he didn’t want to lose and wouldn’t risk any chance of destroying it by breaking the spell Dalton had the power of casting on him–and by the looks of it Kurt. “Being here. Surrounded by this place,” his chin inclined towards the grounds as he peeked at Kurt. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. It’s almost like your life before here doesn’t matter.”
Which is precisely what Blaine wanted before he came here. Though the other didn’t know how backstory. He figured Kurt would just talk it up to him waxing poetic and that was fine. “Not when you can lose yourself here. Sometimes it makes me feel so small in the grand scheme of things. How long it’ll exist after us and how long it did before but one thing will never change. It’s Dalton and it’s home. Sorry,” he grinned now embarrassed at gushing about his love affair for their school. “Sometimes what goes on in my mind just comes right out of my mouth. Even if it is sort of..” He shrugged and aimed his smile at the glow coming from the glass dome above the main building’s entry way, unsure of what to compare it to without further embarrassing himself.
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