Kinda Fun

kurt.

Good. Kurt followed him the table, sat across from him and pretending he didn’t feel that shift. He should probably explain that first. There was a lot of differences though.. The least unnerving was probably the mood reading, lesser need for sleep, maybe focusing strengths? “I feel like I’m in a bad vampire movie- ok um… Bare with me, I’m still new to this and no one else knows.” He doesn’t add the yet. He isn’t sure he wants anyone else to know, despite how bad it feels to lie to his family.

“I don’t drink blood, by the way.” Kurt rushes to add. “Nothing gross like that, I swear.” Unless blood lust were to hit him, which, so far it hadn’t and he was grateful. He had a feeling Oliver might have been joking when warning him about that one though. Asshole. Before he can continue his nervous babbling, Kurt turns his attention to his plate and shoves a bite of waffle in his mouth. This wasn’t going very smoothly, but maybe if he keeps it up like this he’ll get Blaine to laugh at least. That might make it worth it.

“Well. Your secret is safe with me. Always..” No one else knew? Blaine blinked as he took a seat next to Kurt. Then again? Disappearing for months and returning the ‘way Kurt did’ wasn’t something Kurt could really explain lightly to anyone. Hearing that the impossible was, in fact, possible was..well..he knew what finding out Kurt was could feel like. Only the knowledge that it was Kurt breaking the news to him and confirming things that most people didn’t believe in or thought possible..nightmarish things..kept him from being utterly terrified. Burt, Finn, Carol.

Kurt had a dream support system. But putting them through that? He wasn’t discrediting their acceptance. Be realistic. ‘I’m a demon,’ is a stretch for anyone to be able to deal with. Knowing Kurt trusted him to not only keep it secret but to handle it after meant the world. Confusing as everything was. He appreciated knowing he was the only one to know. He laughed lowly, scrunched his nose and sighed with a small smirk trying to be as light as possible about such a morbid thing. “That’s a relief. I hope you weren’t going full Edward Cullen on me,” he ate a bite and washed it down before whispering, “How long will it be until you can be away from him?”

barry.

Barry was not okay. The first thought that had
popped into his head before he had raced off
to stop it from escalated was ‘someone else I
care about is going to die’. That was his first
thought, and until now that he felt the other wrap
those arms around him, and kept him close. He
was able to relax, to see that Blaine was in one
piece, that he was okay, that he was living, and
breathing. he was okay. “I understand, believe me
I totally get it, it’s just who you are,” he held the
shorter tighter. “But be careful, just, just think before
you do anything. If something happened to you, I
don’t, I can’t, I’m really sure how I would handle that.”
So in short, no he wasn’t okay about what had
happened. But he was glad about Blaine being
here; breathing.

“I don’t plan on repeating it..so I promise I’ll be
careful,” he sighed softly and pressed a kiss to
Barry’s head. Guilt wiggled into his stomach and
a deep frown tugged on the edges of his mouth.
There wasn’t anything else he could have done.
His gut instinct was to jump in. No one else did
doing anything to help. Whether or not that was
the smartest thing to do was up in the air. Probably
leaning towards it not being very bright. But he
couldn’t help it. Putting Barry through any kind of
worry felt awful and Blaine wished he never found
out given how upset he was. Nuzzling down into
the curve of Barry’s shoulder and neck, his breath
ran warm across pale skin as he quietly reassured
him, “Put that thought out of your mind. Nothing
will happen to me. Ever. I promise.”

take my hand.

Kurt was sure that he was as red as a tomato by now, and he was hoping that Blaine wouldn’t point it out, because he was sure it was noticeable. He felt his shoulders relax though, at the soothing sound of Blaine telling him that it was okay, and to breathe. Just those words, the way Blaine said them, knowing that it was okay for now at least, it helped Kurt to relax. Relax for a moment at least, before suddenly Blaine was speaking again, and that strong, warm hand was on his shoulder.

“Oh,” He managed out breathlessly, a soft smile crossing his face as he ducked his own head, his heart leaping in his chest and feeling like it was doing flips at hearing the confirmation that Blaine was indeed gay too. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts, the fact that Blaine was so close, smelled so good, was so kind, it was all feeling like just a dream right now. “I… Y-yea,” He nodded his head quickly, chuckling and ducking his head again, “A nicer place would be a lot better, lead the way?”

Kurt getting any cuter was surely impossible. Or that’s what Blaine thought. The fidgeting and stuttered words? How he struggled to breathe when Blaine didn’t think of himself as anyone who anyone should have to put themselves through that much of nerve wracking anxiety over Adorable was the only word that would fit the description. Kurt was flat out adorable worrying so much about nothing that deserved to be worried about. And it just kept going proving to Blaine that he was wrong. Kurt managed what seemed like an unreachable level of cute. In leaps and bounds.

Laughing when Kurt laughed–his eyebrows twitched together and he didn’t realize he was pouting in adoration. Until his teeth pinched his bottom lip and gave him a warning. Puppy dog eyeing someone who was barely able to think probably would only make it worse. “Okay,” he spoke barely above a whisper but it was enough for Kurt to hear the empty room. “Great! Come on. Let’s get out of here.” A slender hand reached for Kurt to take as Blaine began to step backwards. “Last class of the day. I’ll use the impromptu Warblers practice excuse if anyone asks on the way. You can say you’re coming to sing with me,” he grinned all conspiratory like. “Not that I am a huge advocate of playing hookie but..one class won’t hurt. Right?”

dave.

Relationships, while they were a dream, never seemed to last for him. While it seemed he always left on good terms with people he dated, it just seemed like they never lasted, or if they lasted for awhile, it never felt right. For some reason, he had expected the same from Blaine. He didn’t think their relationship would last that long, not at first. Not with their past connection or even past romantic connections, yet there he was, still dating Blaine and feeling more comfortable that he had ever been around a guy. “Yeah, they might be necessary. I mean, I could be okay with sticking my head under the tap and drinking but that might be awkward, not to mention, messy,” he teased.

Dave gladly took the glass and let himself be led to the living room. Blaine’s hands had always felt so nice on his, in his opinion. He could stay holding hands with Blaine for a long time. “Nah, don’t worry, I shook them off my trail when I got on the highway. I don’t think they’ll be finding me anytime soon, so I can spend as much time as we think we can handle,” he promised. Dave sipped on the water, enjoying the cool sensation down his throat. Looking down, he took the empty spot next to Blaine. “Let’s just turn something on? Like the tv? I kind of just want to you know, be close,” he shrugged. Dave paused for a moment. “I’d brave everything, hope you know that.”

“Honestly? That’s right where I want to be.” As soon as Dave settled in–Blaine scooted closer making a pitstop to grab the remote before he reached the perfect spot. Dave was incredibly comfortable to snuggle with and that’s exactly what Blaine did. After his loafers were kicked off, Blaine molded his body alongside Dave’s–bare feet tucked under a pillow at the end of the sofa. A press of a button turned the television on. Some random show was playing. It’d do because he didn’t plan on paying attention to it anyway. Funny how such a small pause could get his attention. Blaine looked at Dave quizzically as the remote wobbled in his hand. A small thud later–it was on the floor. –You’d brave anything?– “You would? For..me,” he asked in a quiet whisper. Hazel eyes softened as they searched Dave’s. “I–. Thank you.” Dave would get it. Wouldn’t he? That he didn’t mean to react so stupefied by such a small comment.

But it wasn’t very small to him. He needed to hear that. Too much doubt. Even though Dave only did everything in his power to make Blaine feel comfort, understanding and even cared for from moment one on? The road to shaking a self doubt that grew so deep in such a short amount of time was a long one. Blaine liked to think he was on the last stretch. Getting there. But he still had ‘his days’ that he tried to keep to himself because Dave didn’t need to hear about them all when he was trying so hard to be so.. “Amazing. You’re amazing, Dave Karofsky. Completely amazing,” he smiled letting his hand cup Dave’s cheek so he could graze the edge of his thumb across the bridge of Dave’s nose. Nudging him closer with a press of his fingertips, Blaine lifted up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’d brave anything for you, too. You know that don’t you?”

barry.

Barry watched him, and he couldn’t help but find it slightly adorable. Although he was ready to go, and help him if Blaine looked like he was really going to fall down. He resisted the urge to just reach out, and pull him closer. Considering he wasn’t sure if he might be over stepping his boundaries. But considering they’ve accidentally kissed each other twice–. Hm. “Well, sometimes it’s sort of hard to tell with you,” he lightly joked. “You seem to be ready to run each time it happens, I don’t know if I should be offended or not,” he continued. Eventually he made his way over to Blaine, and while he seemed confident. Barry felt jittery, anxious, and nervous. He’s tasking a risk, a chance, it could pay off, or it could totally go badly. Silently, Barry hoped for the former options. Humming a bit, he stepped into the shorter’s space, not leaving much between them. “I guess, maybe I should–” now he licked his own lips, glancing down at Blaine’s for a moment. “Find out, right?” he muttered. That’s the warning he gives the other, before leaning down, and kissed Blaine firmly on the lips. Crap, they’re soft.

Yes. It was true. He was mortified both times they kissed before because the first one was completely accident and the second? He could still taste Barry on his lips and knew that he’d made yet another mistake that he wished he could blame on the alcohol but.. That pull in his belly? The one that guided him towards Barry’s throat and landed him in the position he was in again with the poor, patient guy? It was real and he wanted to do it. Blaine’s mouth decided to mimic a fish out of water as he tried to come up with something to say and the words didn’t come easy. “I–just–I thought both times were not something you were okay with.” How was he supposed to say what he was thinking? The problem was? He really liked him. Either like that or not. And if he kept this up? Chances could be that Barry would stop wanting to even see him. Risking their friendship wasn’t worth– Why was Barry looking at his lips? Hazel eyes watched and grew wide and curious as he licked his own too. Suddenly, the world spun upside down and took him along for the ride. Barry was so close now. Find out? Blaine barely got past being completely stunned before their mouths met and his hands lifted to rest gently on the bends of Barry’s elbows. –Oh! That find out.– Without wasting another second–Blaine lifted up to his toes and kissed him back just as firm, black lashes falling as his eyes closed and a quiet sound of his breath hitching was the only noise he could hear.

tina.

^{Smiling at the gesture, Tina turned to look at Blaine then reached over to squeeze his hand briefly. She never thought that she would be such good friends with him when they first met so long ago. it was funny how time changes things and where she ended up because of different decisions made. She pushed those thoughts away when he started speaking again. “I’m flattered that you think so highly of me. You’re probably the only person who thinks positively of me right now.” She had to admit that her attitude this year wasn’t the greatest but she felt justified after everything she went through for the first three years she was at McKinley. “Your support means a lot to me, Blaine. That really does sound nice, like really nice. I just don’t think that person goes to McKinley though. If you have any out of the box ideas though, I’m more than willing to listen.” After her relationships with Artie and Mike, she wasn’t feeling so confident in her ability to find a lasting relationship. Though, she was in her last year so just to have someone to share the year with and be intimate with would be fantastic.}

“You’ll always have my support. No matter what, Tina. Even when you go a little crazy,” he flashed her the most charming grin he could manage and then put his attention back on the road. A brow quirked at her doom sentence to her love life this early in on their school year. It sounded like she was calling herself the loser before she even got to run the race. That wasn’t going to do in his book. Not when it came to Tina being happy. She deserved it so much and always seemed to get the short end of the stick. It wasn’t fair. Especially her spending her senior year alone. Humming low with a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth–Blaine reached over and squeezed her shoulder. “I think that if they do? We’re just going to have to go out and find them for you,” he shook his head, “If they don’t? Well. After this year? Just think. You’re going to be out of this town. Killing it at Brown or whatever University is lucky enough to have you and you’ll meet someone who’s been waiting their whole life for someone like you. Until then? You got me. II know it doesn’t sound like a fair trade now that I thought about it. Seeing as how I get you in the deal but you can save my pride and pretend? That’d be great.”

elliott. @elliott-starchild

“Yeah,” he laughed, sounding much more carefree than he had the last time they’d seen each other in person: he felt so much better and more relaxed, it had really helped to just get out of there for a while. It was like he’d told Kurt before – people just needed more space in the city.

As Blaine made his way over, Elliott shoved all his stuff to the side to make room, using one long leg to push the opposite chair out slightly to encourage him to sit down. “Honestly, the yoga was like a cult. Really fit, bendy guys everywhere. It was wonderful.” He gave another small giggle after saying that. “I got back last night – I was actually going to ask everyone over later to catch up, but since we’re here…” He trailed off with a shrug. “So how are you?”

Blaine took the seat that was offered with a grateful nod happy to see Elliott after all this time. The strap of his satchel slid off his shoulder and he turned enough in the chair to hang it off the back. Facing Elliott–a crease of curiosity appeared on his forehead. “It was–,” he muttered. Ah! There was the enlightenment as to why! Bendy guys. Everywhere! “I take it you had fun then? Or I hope you did?” Elliott’s giggle certainly hinted that was the case. “I’m sure everyone would love to come visit you. Kurt’s been pouting about missing you ever since you left..”

“Me? I’m fine. Great, actually. School’s been keeping me busy but it just got out for the summer. Currently? Except for wedding planning,” which he was doing the bulk of but didn’t mind–Kurt was busy. That’s all. “I’m trying to figure out what exactly we’re going to do for the next couple months that doesn’t involve all things nuptials. Any suggestions,” he asked leaning on both elbows bent against the table so he could prop his chin up with the heels of his palms.

just breathe.

Kurt felt his heart sink into his stomach at the way Blaine seemed to turn red like that. Well, this wasn’t going well at all, he thought to himself, and it was only going to end up with another failed crush and a broken heart for him. Why had he thought to do this? Why had he used the tiny bit of courage in this way? He felt like banging his head against the wall for being so stupid, so idiotic, so– Wait, Blaine was still talking, he had to focus.

“I… yes?” He managed out slowly, chewing on his bottom lip and scuffing his shoe on the floor a bit. He watched Blaine duck his head and could only feel more scared at the response he was going to get. He couldn’t help the way he turned red himself, scarlett clear to the tips of his ears. “I just… I couldn’t just… ask…” He mumbled out, “I can’t… I don’t know… you are?” He lifted his head up then, eyes wide at hearing that, flushing more if possible.

Blaine tried–and failed–not to show in his expression how pitiful poor Kurt seemed and how he made his heart practically bleed for him with how mortified he was acting. No one should feel that ashamed. Even if they were just caught redhanded graffiting a ‘somewhat harmless’ saying on the bathroom wall by the very person they were writing it about. Acting as guilty as Kurt was sort of negated any frustration or anger that anyone with a conscience or beating heart could possibly feel. “It’s okay. I mean it. Breathe, Kurt. Breathe.”

A softened expression watched Kurt let what he said sink in and looked at him with a wide-eyed expression that Blaine lifted a hand to palm at his mouth to hide his smile at. “Yes. I am,” he confirmed with a nod and swung his hand out to gently clasp Kurt’s shoulder, bowing his head looking up Kurt’s eyes and get his point across. “I am.” He laughed then–eyes twinkling even though they stayed pinched at their corners. “I–ah. As much as having this conversation is something I want to do? We are in the bathroom? Do you want to come take a walk? Somewhere with prettier scenery,” he tried joking to lighten Kurt’s mood and put him more at ease. “I mean–your mural’s great but I know a place.”

barry.

Barry had seen far too many people he cared for
leave. Some alive, and some dead. And the last
thing he wanted to happen, was to have Blaine be
added to that list. He was tired of those close to
him getting hurt or worse. But he also understood
why the other did it, and he’s proud of course. That
didn’t stop the panic that had bubbled inside him, the
worry, but also the relief once he realized Blaine
was okay. The speedster gave his hand a squeeze,
and a rather small smile. Before resting his head
against the other’s shoulder, as he sighed; “It’s— it’s
fine, I get it, I know why you did it. And I’m, I’m just
glad that you’re okay.”

Rolling his lips between the front of his teeth–Blaine
watched Barry close trying to gage his reaction and
compare it to what he was saying. Was he really okay?
Or was he still reading what Blaine considered–though
those close to him would argue the opposite considering
he had put himself in a rough spot potentially–too much
into what happened and worrying anyway. Hey. Blaine
considered himself to be a master at it. He shifted as he
smiled the same size of smile back. Then thought better
and decided to turn until he could wrap both arms around
Barry’s shoulders and pull him in close so he could rest
his chin on top of his head. “Are you sure it’s fine? Or
are you just saying that,” he whispered and squeezed
tight. “I promise I’m not going to get hurt. Okay? Not
now. Not ever. But I can never promise to turn a blind
eye to anyone who needs help. I hope you understand?”

can’t figure you out. @clarington-the-hunt

Sebastian didn’t think that Blaine would reply to him. Nope, he didn’t have a shot in hell. Not after what he did. That’s not to say he was sorry. Sebastian was almost never sorry. It just wasn’t who he was,.. except of course when it came to Blaine. In a way. He wasn’t sorry he tried to kiss him. He was sorry however that it didn’t turn out how he expected, with Blaine practically leaping from his car like a scared zebra running away from a scared lion. He was leaving his History of Western Civilization class when he felt his phone buzz. “Sweet,” he muttered to himself as he walked out of the classroom and through the halls ignoring the ’hellos,’ and needy smiles of the boys he banged.

‘Oh good you’re up. I guess that means you haven’t been murdered,’

He joked in a dry- humor type of way.

‘I was beginning to think that you didn’t like me,’ He texted back and made his way to his bedroom.

‘Is it okay for me to call or are you in the middle of something?” He asked as he jumped on top of his bed which smelled heavily of him and Hunter.

Blaine read through the texts as his stomach sank further with each step until he slowed to a stop and stood still letting the foot traffic flow around him. His half-a-mind to tuck his phone away until he was out of class–or not reply at all turned into–guilt. He felt guilty leaving Sebastian in the mess he saw inside a room that used to be his safe place but resembled a graveyard of it and the memories he made there when Hunter went to his extreme to get his attention. Yet–he missed them and maybe if he was there–this never would have happened. It was a mess he was trying to figure out. A stroke of wishing Kurt was here so he could have him to talk to made the feeling worsen to the point he turned with a sigh and finally texted back.

( mssg » sebastian smythe | sent ) Not like you? Come on. This is me you’re talking to.
( mssg » sebastian smythe | sent ) Give me a minute to get to a place I can talk. Still at McKinley. Then. Yes. You can call.

The auditorium was empty when he walked inside and ducked into a spot near one of the massive red curtains that stretched up into the inky pitch black of the ceiling high overhead. Blaine sat down and crossed his legs underneath his thighs holding the phone in his lap. It was given a hard stare as he puffed out a breath of caving in and typed the next line.

( mssg » sebastian smythe | sent ) Okay. I’m good. Call whenever your ready.

Because he wasn’t sure he would ever be ready for this conversation.