meme continuation. @notacrabbastian

Blaine avoided this conversation for as long as he could. Sebastian’s number was a press of his thumb on his phone away more times than he could count. Days went by. His I’ll think about it. I promise..just give me time felt like a punch not only to his stomach but he knew that every passing minute he kept Sebastian waiting certainly felt like the same to him, too. It wasn’t something he ever wanted to to do him. None of this was. And he was getting really good at making those blunders lately. However, Sebastian was too important to him–whether he believed it or not—to lose. And the worst? Too important to let go of. To face the idea that he’d tell Sebastian no and end up losing what he knew Sebastian felt for him? It was greedy and selfish and awful–but Blaine was petrified he would. So? He thought a couple days longer. Put things off and let himself live in a world that for one more day Sebastian Smythe–wanted him. And inside those days? He’d made a terrible mistake. One that he could take back. Not from Kurt, not from himself and not from the boy who wouldn’t understand why it wasn’t him.

Feeling his insides shake–Blaine delivered the news with a guilt ridden whisper and a stare that was deadlocked onto the tabletop. He couldn’t break up with Kurt, he couldn’t do that to him. What he didn’t deliver was that–within days–it wouldn’t be his decision. A trip to New York City was planned and Blaine knew that he was probably going to lose it all anyway (he deserved to) which was why–. More selfishness flooded in and he swallowed the guilt chasing after because he was desperate. “I can’t lose this, too,” he whispered in a cracked voice after Sebastian’s peck was delivered to his cheek. “Sebastian. Wait. Wait,” his voice grew in strength and volume as he was suddenly behind the taller of the pair. Blaine gripped his elbow trying to get him to stop and face him. “Don’t go. Can we just–talk? Please?”

sure–yeah–great idea?

Was this really going to happen? Maybe the stranger would pull out– nope, bad choice of words. What he meant was that maybe the other will just say it was joke or just decline. Truthfully, he wouldn’t be surprised about it being the latter. Hell, he was surprised with himself that he was– he was actually will to go through with this. Of course, if it turned out to be some creeper, he’d definitely be out of there in a flash. So far, it seemed like the both of them were being hesitant about the whole situation. Was he sure about this? Had this been a horrible idea? Should he just say no, and be done with it? All of those probably sounded like really good, reasonable options. Instead– “Yeah, yeah I’m sure about this, sorry, I just, i guess I figured no one would really call my number.” It was the honest truth. Barry didn’t expect the slight thrill he felt at the pit of his stomach, biting his lower lip as he thought this over one more time. Before giving the other his answer. “I’ll– I’ll see you soon then, I’ll um, I’ll be wearing a red sweater, and I’ll probably look a little out of breather.” There’s a bit of laughter, “Um– see you,” hopefully. And with that he hung up.

Blaine internalized his groan and let his back rest against the wall. With the way the both of them were approaching this conversation–he wondered if he made the right decision. The poor guy sounded like he was struggling to let it sink in that this was happening. Whatever this was–which it could be absolutely nothing! For all he expected? They could soon be sharing a drink over a bottle of bleach one of them could tip the bartender enough for him to hand over and a couple of rags as they scrubbed Barry’s name off the wall because–though he admitted in he put it there himself–he didn’t sound like he thought he made a good choice doing so. Not that Blaine had ulterior motives wanting to bring it to his attention. Not really. Or did he? A piece of the lonely part of him whispered into his conscience that he knew exactly what he was doing when he dialed the number. And a warning wasn’t the entire reason why. Swallowing thick–he echoed Barry’s laugh. “Y-Yeah. Sure. I–um. Bowtie and a navy blue cardigan. My name’s–.” Wait. Silence. When Blaine looked at his phone? The screen was just his wallpaper. Oh. Barry was on his way--crap! Hurrying back to the bar–Blaine took a seat and immediately ordered another drink. His hand shook when he motioned the bartender over. Better yet? “Make it a double. Thank you..”

santana.

Santana couldn’t count the papers && coffee cups if she tried. Finals were hitting Blaine hard, && as entertaining it was to see him flustered — she was concerned. He worked so hard, never giving up on the things (or people) he was passionate about. Blaine Anderson was a truly good person. How she got to keep him in her life for so long sometimes baffled her. Kurt could be sarcastic and cruel, Rachel was stuck up && bitchy when she needed to be — then there was Blaine. Maybe a diva at times, but never bad. Not on purpose anyways, which was better than most of them could say. He was something special, && that hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Today wasn’t the first time it happened. Santana had a habit of snuggling up to her friends when sleepy. It was just more comfortable to sleep with a warm body by her side. Or better yet beneath her. She’d nearly passed out after a long session of television && self reflecting. That’s all there was to do when the rest of the household slept. She didn’t even fully wake up before finding her way to Blaine’s side. She felt his body shift after a few moments but that didn’t stop her tired head from resting against him. Her attention was only grasped when he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Hello to you too, bed head.” She laughed under her sleepy breath as she got a look at his disheveled brown locks. “Oh hell no, Anderson — no fair. Everyone knows that I call the shots around here. I refuse to let you move. I am far too comfortable, so you’re stuck with me.” The latina offered a confident smirk before relaxing in his embrace once more.

Blaine kept one hazel eye squeezed shut while he peeked at her with the other. “Are you judging my hair? Probably a mess, huh? You better forget you ever saw this once we’re actually awake,” he smirked lazily and reached back to shove some of the loose strands that were fighting so hard to curl again now that they were out of their gelled cage off his forehead. No luck. His hairdo was a goner. Santana’s quick comeback was nothing short of what should be expected. Given the fact that he just woke up to her snuggling with him while he was utterly the oblivion of sleep and it was incredibly sweet if you thought about it? There has to be a certain amount of bossy tone mixed with her sleepy voice to balance things out or she wouldn’t be Santana Lopez. “Okay, Okay. You’re not letting me move. I get it. I’m the one that’s stuck.”

Slinging one arm around her waist–Blaine nuzzled the back of his head against the cushion again. He’d let her win this round but anyone who saw them would say with her legs tangled up in his and her in his arms as the edge of his nose was fit against the top of her head keeping her firmly in place–he was the one in the lead as far as who was stuck with who. “Everything okay,” he asked in a mumble into her hair still half asleep and wondering whether or not if he was going to wake up and get back to work or stay here longer. The second option was winning so far. “Just checking. Cause if you need to talk or anything? I’m here and I don’t think I have it in me to pick up another text book for the rest of the night.”

kicking up dust.

Kurt was only slightly nervous at the way that Blaine laughed at his babbling; worried a little that maybe the other wouldn’t like it, but with the other moving their hands and pulling him against his side, he knew that he shouldn’t be. He tried not to shiver or tremble, even though he felt like an electric current ran through him as he was pressed against Blaine like that. He felt safe, warm, content, and for some reason it only made him keep babbling, to keep from getting too far into that feeling. He didn’t want to freak Blaine out or anything, after all. He wanted him to like him.

“Really?” His voice seemed to squeak faintly as Blaine stopped them and said he would love to sing with Kurt. His heart leapt in his chest and he was sure that the grin on his face couldn’t possibly get any larger. “I… I’m so glad, that’s amazing, and whenever you want or are free, it would be so great,” He babbled out again. He continued to follow Blaine’s lead, not questioning anything at all. However, when Blaine pulled out that key, his eyebrow did raise a bit.

“Oh, so you’re not like Nick and Jeff, with the stealing things?” He couldn’t help the light tease that left his lips, knowing full well that those two were huge trouble makers, and he was pretty sure he’d overheard them talking about hiding Wes’ gavel earlier. “Oh…” He gasped out softly then at seeing the stairs, but grinning and taking Blaine’s hand again. “It’s so amazing in here…” he stated softly, glancing at the other and flushing a bit again.

Blaine steepled his fingertips against his chest with a drop of his jaw and quick scoff of dramaticized hurt. “Me? A thief? Never. But I can’t say I haven’t shared some benefits of Jeff and Nick’s habitual sticky fingers. Mainly pranking other Warblers. So maybe I’m a thief-by-association, I guess?” Turning his smile towards the steps they climbed after making sure Kurt was okay with following–Blaine’s hand trailed up the long length of a wooden banister that’d seen better polishing days to a landing never letting go of Kurt’s hand. Unaware of the eyes on him–he glanced around the dimly lit room.

Heavy curtains were pulled open in spots with their white liners letting the late afternoon light shine through. Their steps on the dusty wooden floor kicked up specks to float around inside the beams. Tiny wisps danced and twirled from floor to ceiling. The spot must have been used as storage at one point. Chairs covered by heavy white tarps were in the corner. Stacks of old portraits that used to hang downstairs were neatly placed along the wall furthest from them. What the Warblers lucked out on was the old piano from their Common Room was placed inside it too and with careful care–it’d been brought back to tune. Chairs and timeworn couch framed a dark crimson rug in the center. What Blaine loved about this place most–other than the piano? Was where the gentle tug on Kurt’s hand lead him towards.

One of those large windows was actually a set of double doors that lead out onto a balcony. He didn’t really realize when the room faded and Kurt was the only thing he was looking at but when he did, his smile was bright, his face was warmer, his breath hitched like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Come with me. I promise you’ll love this the most.” Breaking his too long stare by watching his hand push the door handle down, a crack and whine of old metal against metal echoed as he pushed the door open and nodded at the daylight and the smell of flowers and sunshine rushing in to mix with the old, dusty bookish smell of their hiding spot. “Check it out and if you don’t love Dalton a little bit more? I’ll eat my shoe.”

kelsey.

Kelsey picked up her burger and took a bite the while she waited for Blaine’s response again. Maybe she had jumped to a conclusion a little too quickly but she’d just been throwing out a possibility of what the theme might be for the week based off what they knew. Her eagerly and slightly innocent mind only had so many places to go. Honestly, she really did need to get out more. That was why she had joined the Glee Club in the first place.

“Yah, you’re probably right.” She giggled softly poking her fork into the salad and sipping a little bit of her milk. Sometimes she felt awkward socializing while eating. She just had to let herself NOT think about it all too much. That was easy though, she just let her mind work to try and process some other possibilities of what topic Mr. Schuester might give them for this week.

“No you’re right. I think we will be done with that for a while, thank fully. It was like maybe fun for an hour?” She laughed softly digging back into her food for a brief moment. “But honestly? I’m not sure what he has planned for us this week. Somehow though, he always seems to come up with something relevant.”

Listening to Kelsey as he took a few more bites of his salad and popped a chip in his mouth–Blaine ‘hmphed’ with an upwards jerk of his shoulders and a twitch of his eyebrows that matched the shrug. “Relevant is an objective word you can use to describe his lessons but, I could think of a few other things too.” Mainly mood driven and chaotic lately but who was he to point that out?

All he knew was if they didn’t start focusing on the big picture soon–they were going to be seriously behind. Modus Operandi for the New Directions, though, right? Things always seemed to work out in the end but they did love their rocky roads to the finish line. And if they had one more assignment that landed in you’re all winners in my eyes–Blaine was pretty sure he was going to make a permanent dent in the soundproof wall with his forehead. Might as well get the Advil ready..? –Okay? What’s with the mood today? Knock it off, Blaine.–

“Whatever he picks, I’m sure it’ll be great!” Out of his mouth comes the opposite! Even the smile and quick way he nods adds to his ‘enthusiasm’ about discovering what was waiting for them inside the choir room. “I got an idea. How about we finish up and use what’s left of our lunch break to sneak into the auditorium and get a head start,” his napkin was tucked into the half eaten bag of chips, “I have the perfect thing in mind. You wanna?”

barry.

He was calmer now, the worry, and fear he felt
had subsided for the moment. Barry could focus
all day on the negative, on the fear, on what could
have happened. And that would be a wasted day.
Right now if anything, he should very much focus
on the thing before him. Blaine breathing, happy,
and in one piece. His heart beating, and the warmth
of his skin against his own lips. Hold him close, and
offering a smile in return. The action had been tender,
simple, but he still hoped that Blaine could feel,
understand in that one gesture how Barry felt about him.
It was moments like these that he liked going at a
much slower pace, rather than rushing through them.
There’s a bubble of laughter pushing through his lips,
arms moving to warp themselves around a familiar waist.
Settling there, and pulling him as close he could given
the space they had. “Oh no,” he uttered dramatically, with
the slightest pout on his lips, “That’s not exactly fair, what
ever shall I do? How am I going to escape?” Although
that was the last thing on his mind.

Blaine felt a swell of triumph fill his heart when he watched
Barry begin to relax and some of the worry and fear faded.
He was so sorry for being the reason it was there. Another
apology was on the tip of his tongue but never saw the light
of day. Why ruin the slow curve of the moment towards a
brighter and lighter mood by reminding him? Barry knew he
was sorry. –Let it go. Let us both forget.– Laughing softly
after forcing the last notion of I’m sorry’s out of the way–Blaine
quickly shrugged. “I don’t know,” he hummed, “I guess you
can just,” their foreheads met and Barry was less than an inch
away from the most mischievous grin and set of squinted eyes
that Blaine could manage. And in his rush to make things okay
again? His mischief game was currently at it’s strongest. “Deal
with it. Because I can hang on pretty tight if I want to. Like a
super determined ball of lint that you can’t shake off no matter
how hard you try.” Hang on. Did he just compare himself to a
ball of lint? What–was–that–even? Still..the comparison was
pretty spot on. But–lint–Really? “See,” he touched the tip of
Barry’s nose with the tip of his and his ankles crossed together
behind Barry’s back, his right hand grabbed his left wrist and
tightly locked it in place. Barry–officially–had a Cling On Blaine.
“Not going anywhere.”

elliott.

“Blaine,” Elliott’s voice sounded oddly small as he watched his friend struggle to find the words he needed – he felt small too, throat closed up and expression sad. He just wanted to help, but he had to make Blaine see the truth, he couldn’t let this carry on and ruin two of his best friends like this. It just wasn’t fair on them both.

He rose to his feet, for once wearing flats which put him at a smaller height then usual – not that 6′2 was particularly small however. “Come here,” He held a arm out for a hug instead, edging around the table to wrap it around Blaine’s shoulders. Hugs fixed a lot of trauma; or at least they made Elliott feel better when he got bad news, so he hoped Blaine felt the same way about them.

Closing himself off by wrapping his arms protectively around his chest–Blaine carefully watched Elliott. Wary hazel eyes followed the taller man’s every moment like one wrong move would send him out the door away from carrying on this talk any further. He needed out of it before the weight of his situation–that was already so heavy it slouched his shoulders and made him seem even smaller than Elliott’s full height–crushed him completely. What he didn’t expect–and why didn’t he because Elliott was the Zen Master of Hugs–was an arm wrapping around his shoulders. He froze for a second trying to swallow past the rock that formed from feeling someone this close to him making the subject he was planning on pretending he forgot the second he walked outside even more real.

When did he stop being someone that immediately hugged back–always? Not wanting to think about that–or think period–he gave up trying to make his throat feel less like it was cracking because it wouldn’t stop and both of his arms wrapped around Elliott’s middle. Stepping into the hug–that hold tightened in time with Blaine’s forehead thunking heavily against Elliott’s chest. Breathing in the space between them–he shook his head not knowing what to say and hoped Elliott would fill the silence with some sage-like wisdom, a solution, a reluctant realization that he was wrong that would make this go away and take away the knowing that he wasn’t. Blaine would even take a dumb Dad joke if it made a sound and broke up the only noise there was–his sharp inhales through his nose as he tried to keep himself from crumbling.

great! thunder, too?

The young speedster wasn’t entirely sure he could provide a very thorough description of its connotation, but there was some form of sensation that invaded him that made him actually glad it was raining so often, especially since the weather seemed to have led to a chain of events that concluded with the two of them meeting on both those occasions. “That sounds kinda nice.” Of course, he had never been to Ohio himself and quite frankly, Blaine didn’t sound all too enthusiastic about actually making such a trip and seeing his family, but he actually envied him, in the healthiest way anybody could envy somebody else, of course. He envied him for actually having the chance to be annoyed by his parents, to be so used to them, so used to a home he found them tedious. He would have pointed out just how lucky Blaine was, but he couldn’t figure out how he could do that without sounding ninety. Besides, he was merely making assumptions without much for a research; all he knew was the little the other had told him. “Uh, well, working, basically.” Neither one of his two jobs took the chance of a spring break into consideration. After all, it wasn’t as if crime scenes would cease to exist for a week or two so he could catch a breath– oh, but how he wished they would sometimes. “I work for the police– I think I told you that.” He couldn’t remember. “So it’s not like people out there are gonna gimme a break and stop committing crimes, y’know?” he remarked with a grin.

A rumble of thunder rolled into the mix around the pair. Their shelter under Barry’s umbrella was doing the best it could to keep them dry but Blaine could feel the spray against his cheek of a downpour that just upped it’s game in buckets. His feet were cringing inside his loafers. Wearing socks would have been either a blessing or a curse. Because how nasty are wet socks trapped inside your shoes? But the gross feeling of leather soles on bare skin had him wishing he thought to toss on a pair. Cringing at the feeling–he felt an internal ew–but quickly turned it to a smile so Barry didn’t think he was the one getting that shuddery look for something he said. “Yeah, you did. Don’t worry. That was a stressful night. I didn’t get to apologize to you enough for getting as nervous as I was. We don’t get many tail ends of hurricanes in Westerville. Safe to say? That was my first. I’d rather not have that experience ever again.” As a louder crack of crackled above their heads–Blaine decided picking up the pace and bringing Barry along for the half-jog would at least get them to shelter faster. His apartment was only a couple of blocks away and they were already halfway. “You know. We should do something about that. Start some kind of anti-crime campaign that all the criminals take a day or two off so you guys get a break. Unfortunately..I don’t think criminals would embrace the idea. You do get some time to yourself–don’t you,” he asked with an air of fretting that had him hoping he didn’t sound like an overly concerned helicopter dad.

no off switch, got it.

“I dunno, just go with it Blaine,” he snickered. Sebastian had quite a big smile on his face. “But trust me, it works somehow.” He was multitasking like a professional at this point. Sebastian took his own plate and scooted back up to the head of the bed. Behind him were pillows for comfort to help with his back. “Suit yourself. We both know what’s really comfortable but whatever you say.”

Sebastian took a bit of his steak, dripping in sauce. A small moan left him. It was absolutely delicious. He really outdid himself this time in particular. Looking back up at Blaine he shook his head. “It’s that I don’t turn it off, I just can’t,” he shrugged. “Maybe I was… yeah, I was Born this Way.” His eyes grew wider and he threw up some spirit fingers. “I wasn’t quite raised with a filter though.”

“Yes–I guess we do. It’d be sort of hard to eat with–,” and that’s where Blaine realized two seconds too late that what he was saying could ~~and probably would~~ be so far taken out of context that he set himself up for an even worse comeback from the silver tongued boy on the bed. Palming his face as he sat down with a groan–Blaine spread his fingers open far enough to peek over at Sebastian. “Please–I know what I just said. I know where that’s probably going to go–. Let’s pretend I didn’t set myself up for further embarrassment?”

Trying to distract himself from that moan–he ignored the swirling in his stomach and blinked down at his steak. Unaware he was being watched, Blaine ended up in a pretzel cross of his legs to use as a makeshift table. He shook his head and smirked in amusement at the born this way comment. “You know,” laughter brightened his eyes when he glanced back. Sebastian’s spirit fingers initiated another burst of carefree chuckling. “I can see that. No filter from the time you were born would justify your serious lack of one. It was just never there. I learn more and more about you every day,” he winked and finally cut off a piece of steak. “You as a kid had to be both adorable and frightening. Though I guess not much has changed..” He shut up by shoving his fork in his mouth–in a roundabout way–the fact he found Sebastian adorable.

Druken Kisses II Puck & Blaine

puck.

“I think I’m one of the few people who sees Santana as more than a background singer. I don’t know if ya know this, but we use to date. Uh, before she came out. She’s a really good kisser.” Puck cringed the moments the words left his mouth. Had what he just said upset Blaine? Or make the man jealous? He wasn’t trying to do that. He really liked Blaine and wanted to hang out with him again. Maybe not by themselves. Hanging out with Blaine with a group of people seemed safer. Then Puck couldn’t act on his feelings, which was good for him.

A huge grin appeared on Puck’s face. “Thanks, dude. I’m glad I can trust ya with stuff.” He was never really open with people, but tonight, for whatever reason, he was. Maybe it was the alcohol that was still flowing through his veins that made him more vulnerable. Or maybe it was because for a second, when he was making out with Blaine, he could finally be himself. He nodded his head. “I’d love to play for ya sometime. Not tonight though. I’m still drunk and I don’t want to wake Sam up. He can throw up in my bed later…” He sighed. He really hoped his blond friend wouldn’t throw up, but knowing how Sam held his alcohol, the chances were slim that Sam wouldn’t. There was silence for a few moments, as they stared into each other’s eyes. God, Blaine was so cute. And hot. He felt a bunch of emotions he hadn’t recently felt while he was with a girl. When Blaine looked away, he snapped back to reality. It didn’t matter if Blaine was cute. Puck could never admit this out loud. “Oh, it’s no problem, Blaine! If I’m being honest with ya, I freaked out for like a moment. I guess kissing a guy does that to ya? We like you too, dude. You’re super cool even if you are a member of The Warblers.”

Blaine didn’t give any sign that the news affected him in any way. There was no real jealousy to be had in Blaine’s book when it came to Puck admitting that he and Santana used to date. He was pretty sure he heard the story from Kurt but–honestly? Keeping track of the gossip about who was dating who and who hated who was practically impossible for someone on the outside. Unless they had a color coded map to follow. Blaine lost track and didn’t really think to have it all rehashed so he could figure it out and remember. He had his own school’s innerworkings and politics to worry about. Dalton had it’s fair share of drama but Blaine was mostly outside of it. The Warbler dating map didn’t interweave near as much. Blaine preferred it that way. Just to keep thing simple and let setlists, politics of who was doing what and when at the top of that list besides who was with who that week? He considered himself far more lucky than the poor McKinley kids who had a soap opera to deal with on top of daily life of a high school student that was mentally exhausting on it’s own. “Yeah. Another time. Let’s not encourage Sam getting sick by making too much noise. I’m sure it’ll happen,” he grinned, “We don’t need to provoke it and–who knows? We might get lucky?”

Another reason why he’d gladly keep their kiss a secret? Bringing some kind of bad drama into Dalton because he couldn’t keep his lips to himself with a buzz? Not what he wanted to do. Though Puck’s situation (anyone finding out he kissed a guy since he was straight and McKinley wasn’t the most tolerant of anyone not..) was much more dependant on his silence. Of course, Puck would receive it. His expression softened when Puck mentioned the kiss freaked him out. A new rush of red dusted over his olive complexion and he snapped his attention down to his lap. “I can see where that would freak you out. I–,” he looked up with a scrunched nose and a shy squint. “I haven’t really done it a lot either–. Sort of freaked myself out now that I think about it. But–big difference between a gay guy that is a little inexperienced and your situation. I get it,” he laughed and let his head fall to rest on the back of the couch. “Thanks. You know? Us Warblers aren’t so bad. We’re definitely not evil masterminds. Okay–maybe we can be but–! I’m not on duty around you guys like..ever. I swear.”