A chance encounter of circumstance Maybe he’s a mantra keeps your mind entranced He could be the silence in this mayhem, but then again He’ll never love you like I can, can, can
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Saying you were only going to watch one X-Men movie was like saying you were going to open a tube of Pringles and eat just a single chip. At least if you were making that plan with Blaine Devon Anderson. The first bled over into the second and–while they were still up–might as well start the third. Only problem? As the storyline began to double-back, make some loops and generally get confusing? Blaine’s eyes started getting heavier and heavier until he figured it would be horrible to ‘let them rest’ for what was supposed to be a couple minutes that turned into sleep.
The credits must have only finished when he felt the press of a knee on the cushion by his waist–Blaine groggily scooted back to make room. No budging. Rehearsals were kicking his rear before the marathon. Now that he finally let himself sleep? Good luck. A warm body shifting around finally jarred him awake enough to blearily eye the last few bleeps of white on black letters scrolling on the television–of a movie he had no idea what the name of it was. “H-how long have I–oh.” Wait.. There were legs noodled through his calves, slender arms wrapped around him at an odd angle and–that’s why he wasn’t moving! That was Barry’s head he had his chin rested on! “Barry.. H-hey you. Sorry.” Thud! His head hit the pillow he made out of a cushion as he squinted one eye open and squeezed the other shut focusing in on Barry. Saying his smile was the embarrassed sort barely touched what greeted the other man. Embarrassed, apologetic, you name it. “Didn’t expect to wake up this way but–hi?”
“Good enough.” He muttered, reaching for the glove box to dig out the pills. Kurt forced two down his throat. He shifted in the seat a little to try and get more comfortable, though it wasn’t the easiest feat.
He should really thank Blaine for this. He realizes that he hasn’t given any indication to who did this to him, and absently wonders why Blaine is helping when for all he knows, Kurt could be being chased by an angry drug dealer.
Kurt was quiet during the drive to the store, thinking of what he should say to Blaine and what he was going to tell his family later. Finn knew about his sneaking out and probably had several decent guesses as to what he did all the time, but this time he just missed dinner and wasn’t going to be back by morning even. His parents were as completely in the dark as they could be, and Kurt was going to come stumbling home the next day after sleeping in a near-stranger’s home because he got in trouble with the wrong kind of people. Fantastic.
When Blaine came back Kurt looked into the bag curiously before Blaine took something out and and motioned for him. “Did you get donuts?” He asked as he leaned over. Eating didn’t sound particularly appealing at this point, but it was sort of amusing.
Blaine settled in and watched Kurt as he leaned close. “Sorry..” His fingers momentarily fumbled with the wipe and almost dropped it but after a quick cinch of his teeth and an apologetically wide smile–Blaine covered the tip of his finger with it and press the edge to Kurt’s nose.
A gentle touch slid up the bridge of it–Blaine was careful with every inch he covered all the way to Kurt’s forehead. The wipe came away dirty enough that he tossed it into the bag and grabbed another one before letting it hover by Kurt’s cheek next. “Did that hurt? Does this feel okay? I just thought–um.” Nerves had him catching the corner of his bottom lip with his tongue so he could pull it between his teeth and smile around the bite.
There was no intention behind it–other than to get Kurt cleaner and more comfortable. Make sure any cuts on his skin were wiped down so they didn’t get infected or sorer. Oh. Donuts. Hazel eyes glanced slowly down at the bag and he pinched his lips together in a small smirk of embarrassment.
“I was sort of in a rush to get back here and..hey..they were right there and I thought you’d be hungry..? Maybe? Um–,” a quiet chuckle lit up his gaze and made the corners of his eyes crinkle, “Yes. I got donuts.” Donuts, Blaine? Really? He was hurrying–okay?!
Sebastian did plan to get up for something greasy to eat after he was done with his water, but Blaine woke up first. He put his glass down slowly, now that he was a little more sure he wasn’t going to hurl into it. He smirked softly as Blaine looked at him, looking like a scrambled pillow and rubbing his eyes. ‘Morning.’ He answered, easily, grabbing his glass and offering the rest of his water to Blaine as he leaned over lightly, still careful with his moves. ‘Shhh…’ he said at the second statement, making down motions with his hand. ‘Quieter. Please.’ He asked, frowning, though he also scrunched up his nose, showing his mood wasn’t quite so dreadful. ‘Okay is a way to put it I suppose.’ He lied back, on the armchair, staring at Blaine for a moment. ‘The fact we woke up in different rooms does put a downer on my imagination for what’s got us here.’ He teased, lips curling lightly. ‘But I’m sure my thinking and memory will be much improved after some breakfast.’
Taking the glass with a grateful ‘hmph’–if ‘hmphs’ could be grateful, Blaine Anderson would be the one to pull it off–he finished it and forced himself further awake. Tired eyes combed the walls looking for anything to read the time on before he remembered his watch. Pulling back and eyeballing the sleep blurry numbers with a squint and an arched brow, he pressed his lips into an apologetic grimace at Sebastian after talking so ‘loudly’. “Way too early for my voice to be loud for you. Way too early for your teasing for me,” he joked back not actually minding in the slightest but needing to get a comeback in–no matter how boring it was–anyway. “You’d want to remember if I finally gave into your advances, Sebastian. I wouldn’t let you waste them on a drunken night where you’d forget the next day. Oh and you were way too many sheets to the wind for me to even think about getting between yours.” Never too early for an ear to ear grin though. Using a fist to push himself up into a sitting position, Blaine rubbed his hair out of his face to chase some curls that managed to escape and hang in his eyes back then rub some more sleepiness away. “Coffee first?”
Kurt’s gaze lingered on the photos. He wasn’t surprised that Blaine kept them. It’s been a while since he saw them himself though. Kurt hadn’t really packed mementoes when he left home, and when he decided he was leaving with Oliver he felt a knot in his chest when he spotted pictures in his own room and opted to tuck them away while he paced about. Now he let out a small sigh and turned back to Blaine.
Kurt made a face and handed him the glass. “You could’ve waited until you had the water so you wouldn’t taste them like that.” Another glance around and Kurt couldn’t help it- he picked up the scattered bits of clothing, stacked neatly any books that weren’t open. “I don’t know what your recovery time is so I have you have some good sunglasses- we’re going out in a while.” Probably not until the afternoon. “I’m going to make breakfast but I am so done with being cooped up in one place.” He explained lightly. He started going outside periodically after the first three months, give or take a week, and by now he could go where he pleased so long as he told Oliver the general area just in case of distance being too much, but there had been limitations for so long he was having trouble sitting still. He knows it was for his safety – his and other’s – but he couldn’t help but be uncomfortable with some familiarities to that time.
Blaine tried so hard to keep as much of the blanket around his face that he could for as long as possible. Sitting up made that increasingly difficult. Opting for the semi-on-elbows and knees curly ball might’ve compromised what dignity he had but it proved that he hadn’t lost his bendy self on the months he stopped performing at least! “Tastes like chalk but I don’t care. Burned most of my tastebuds off last night.” And the covers stayed on enough that he was sort of resembling a one man blanket loaf which suited his needs just fine. Grateful for both, he lifted his hand and dipped down to meet the rim of the glass.
After Criss Angel-ing the entire contents while Kurt cleaned up his clothing trail–Blaine sat the empty glass on the nightstand and curled back up not really moving from his huddle because moving sort ofdefinitely sucked. “Going out? Going out where,” he asked but it was clear that he was immediately interested in spending the day with Kurt. His voice brightened. Becoming less of a groan and more excitedly awake. Suffering through the sunshine would be worth it if he got to be near him. “Got the sunglasses, duh,” he teased trying to will away the spinning that wouldn’t quit. Food? Normally with this bad of a hangover? Food was the last thing he wanted–but Kurt’s cooking? There was no way he’d turn that down. God. How long had it been since he had it? Forever. “Oh, please, food. Yes. Your food. I don’t care where we’re going as long as the day starts there.” So said the hidden voice finally throwing off the covers to reveal its owner. Step One of getting out of bed? Done! All he had to do next was move!
Jeff laughed at Blaine’s last words of him coming in peace and he looked towards his friends and the new kid. “Yeah they are Warblers, I’m a warbler I guess you could call us like the Rockstars of the school” He told Blaine as he reached out and pulled Blaine further into the room. “This is Trent and Nick, as I told you they are Warblers and some of my best friends” He told Blaine
The boys in the room waved, and Jeff looked to his two friends “Blaine’s gonna join us, have we figured out which Senior we are going to rope into things” He asked his friends before they both came up with the idea of asking Wes and David. Jeff had turned to Blaine and explained why the boys were messaging to the two seniors that they were the Leaders on the Warbler Council along with Thad a fellow friend and the only Junior on the council. “You’ll like them” He told Blaine with a grin “They’re chill”
Jeff reached out grabbing Nicky’s arm and then Blaine’s in his other before calling out for Trent “Come on, well just go ask instead of text” He told Trent.
Blaine went where he was pulled after a few staggered steps to catch up and a blush moving across olive skin. By this time? His gaze was wide as saucers as he took in the room. The other boys looking at him with open expressions of nothing but warm curiosity, the way the wood was so polished that it glistened in the sun coming through large windows that lined the walls, the ornate furniture. Everything was a sensory overload. From the smell of old books and antiques to the clammer of happy voices and waves of welcome. “I’m very honored to meet you all. Thanks for the welcome. It means a lot..”
It took him less than five seconds to decide that this–other than the grand foyer with the wrought iron spiraling staircase and massive windows above that reminded him of the trip his family took to Europe and the cathedrals they toured when he was younger–that this was his favorite place in the entire academy.
“I never want to leave here,” he whispered under his breath only because he was certain that if it was aimed at his shoes that the other voices in the room would drown his out. Jerking his chin back up and blinking wildly in shock as his arm was grabbed–Blaine groaned internally that this was the second time he felt his heart race at being grabbed so suddenly but Jeff meant well and his smile never faltered. It was impossible to wipe it off. “Great! Let’s go! Lead the way.. So? Can I ask? What makes you and them the ‘rockstars’ of Dalton Academy?” Because he was too curious not to know by now.
Dave couldn’t help but laugh because he really wasn’t used to Blaine’s protectiveness and really wasn’t used to that tone from anyone but his dad. “Okay Dad, i’ll try to remember that next time,” he paused, still laughing a bit. “It was Siri by the way. I got Siri’s attention and had her text you for me. All hands free, I promise,” he continued, pulling up to a stop light. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, debating if maybe he should turn on some music when they hung up, because it could pass the time of the drive. “So I might have gotten kind of carried away on ice cream, by the way. I think we have enough ice cream to last us a very long, long time. Unless we eat it in one sitting, then it probably wont last that long,” he hummed, pressing down on the gas as the light changed colors.
“I’m really looking forward to this by the way. You have no idea how fast I wanted the weekend to come. It kind of felt like the rest of the week just kind of dragged out. My dad told me to take a chill pill a couple of times. Which, I told Brittany about, and she suggested I take the happy pills her cat sells. Not sure if I trust a cat to be my drug dealer,” he babbled, trying to fill up his drive with chit chat. He was glad that he had Brittany and Santana as friends, it made his life a whole lot more interesting, especially Brittany. As he pulled off of the highway onto the main road, someone swerved around him, and then in front, causing him to break suddenly. “Damnit,” he muttered, slowly picking up his speed again. “People here are stupid drivers,” he muttered. “But I should be there within the next twenty minutes.”
Hand on his hip, Blaine dropped his head forward and smiled wide enough to pinch the corners of his eyes hearing Dave was so excited he needed to be told to take a ‘chill pill’. Laughter crinkled their edges even more, hand lifting from his hip to wave frantically even though there was no one there to see. “Uh! No! No! I don’t think you want any of what Lord Tubbington is pushing. From what I hear? He can’t be trusted. Sold some bad heroine that got him in trouble with the mob or– I forget Brittany’s whole story but it was pretty intense. Had to go into hiding which I’m pretty sure was a trip to the vet for a checkup that lasted overnight.” Stopping by the window–Blaine pulled the curtains back and looked outside even though he knew Dave was a ways away like he could will him there faster. Jerking back at Dave’s reaction–he shook his head. “Okay! We’re officially done talking til you get here. Because I want you to get here. Not end up getting hit by one of Ohio’s finest examples of driving know how. I’ll see you soon.”
The sound of Dave’s tires against the driveway outside drew Blaine’s attention from tinkering with a few pianokeys. No real song. Just a plink, plink of notes that were a distraction more than any real effort. Blaine smiled down at his hands and curled his fingers towards his palm.
At least he was touching them again. He was opening the door before Dave had enough time to get parked. Shoulder leaning against the frame, a wide smile greeted his boyfriend as he rolled to a stop hand lifting in a wave of greeting before his arms crossed over his chest. As soon as Dave came into view outside the car–Blaine called out. “Need help with the bags? We can get your things later. Just get the ice cream before we end up committing the ultimate party foul and it’s a melted mess! Oh and hi! Glad you got here in one piece!”
Kurt would laugh given another situation Blaine was fumbling around his much, but he couldn’t think of one comment to make none the less bring up a chuckle. When the door was left cracked open Kurt went ahead and shut it while Blaine made his way around. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip – surprisingly not swollen, thanks to there only been two blows to the head in the haste – instead of biting it. “Not home.” He looked out the windshield, eventually at some of the drops of water running down it. Kurt shrugged. “No where else to go.” The only people he might trust with this were few, his last resort would have been Finn if not for home meaning parents, and he didn’t know where the two others lived. He has no doubt none of them would be helpful other than warming him up and keeping their mouths shut but that’s probably all he can ask for right now. Great.
He wants to ask why go through the trouble, but instead he fumbles. “Yours. I don’t… There’s no where else.” He spared another glanced to Blaine then. With a heavy sigh, Kurt drew his knees to his chest and raked a hand through his hair. He’d say more, but only opens and closes his mouth a few times silently.
Nowhere else to go? The idea that Kurt had no one to rely on other than a stranger who bought him coffee and parents he’d rather be avoiding for obvious reasons right now made Blaine’s stomach sink. He wasn’t going to sit there and analyze why he’d have such a reaction for someone he barely knew, however. They had a long ride ahead of them of Kurt was going with him to Westerville. A pit stop halfway at a convenience store would get Kurt what he needed to make due. There was nothing in the car but some Tylenol in the glove compartment would have to do until they got home. “Mine then. But you need to settle in. Try to relax. Get rest because have a drive ahead. I’ll make sure you get home whenever you want. There’s some pills in the glove box. I don’t have anything to wash them down with but if you hurt bad enough? I guess you won’t really care.” He smiled apologetically anyway. Dry pills weren’t the most tasty but they’d take the edge off any pain Kurt might be feeling.
The store was a thirty minute drive by the speed Blaine was driving–thankfully no cops because explaining a ticket to his parents would not be appreciated. Even if he left out he was doing it because there was a beat up guy in his car. Blaine was in and out in a rush carrying two boxes of antiseptic hand wipes, some Gatorade in the flavor mint green–they all tasted the same. Crackers, donuts and other items he hastily snatched. All of them were placed on Kurt’s lap in a plastic bag. “I got whatever. Probably some things that make no sense too.” Deft fingers flicked the overhead light on. He rustled through the bag grabbing the wipes and turned to face Kurt motioning him near. “Come here a second. Please?”
( mssg » dave | sent ) Hi DAve!@ I knwo you’re probably dead asleep right nwo but i want to say taht I am really glad we started talking. I don’t knwo if y ou understand hwo much you have been helping me. Or how muich you mean to me because of that. I didn’t think I’d let anyone close again. too much hrut at stake. Can’t do that agian ( mssg » dave | sent )
here you are! Making me break my own Rule thank you. i mean it. thankS , ( mssg » dave | sent ) Ojh god. i sent tha t . my mistake pelase ignore me”
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( mssg » dave | sent ) I don’t want you to tell me that we don’t have to. Or you’re worried you’re rushing me. You’re not. ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m not going to come apart at the seams if you touch me, you know? ( mssg » dave | sent ) And I want you to. Come over. Please?
Jeff laughed, Blaine was happy to be here and that was something most new students weren’t. They were more cautious and weary about being away from their parents and their friends, and most importantly their homes. Jeff though he was an old pro, always being put at a school so his parents could do the things they needed to do without him being worried about. He slipped on his vans and made sure his hair was okay as he looked back up at Blaine and noticed this time the bruise on his face and wondered what had happened or what his new roommate had done to wind up with that ugly bruise on his tanned complexion.
“Yeah well the more you see the more you fall in love Dalton is a safe haven, heaven, and sometimes hell depending on which subject you hate the most” he laughed “but I’m apart of the warblers and were like a band of brothers we always make sure to be there for each other and most of the guys you’ll meet today are Warblers” he told the new guy as he grabbed his wallet and his cell phone and his dorm key. “come on let’s go see if Nicky and Trent, my friends conned a senior into coming with us” He told him.
Leading out of the room he headed down towards the commons, just before making it to the big open room he turned to the door just before it and knocked calling out in a sing-song voice“OH YEAH” and opening the door on the two boys and receiving a pillow in the face followed by “Idiot” by a brown haired boy with a smile. “Hey guys” he’d called out “meet Blaine!”
“Yeah, I can see how this place would grow on you,” he smiled giving the room another once over grabbing his brand new key too since Jeff wasn’t obligated to entertain him for a whole night. For a dorm? You could tell it came with quite the price tag attached. Just how antique was the furniture? The view out the window? What was that like? All the while, there was a building excitement at the idea of already meeting more people in a place he was hellbound determined to make work. He’d have to check out what was beyond the glass later because he was too curious about this ‘band of brothers’.
“The Warblers? Has to be something with music? Or really really passionate bird watchers..,” he grinned goofily as he followed wondering if his joke was a hit or a miss. Jeff bursting Kool-Aid Man style through the doors had Blaine hiding a laugh behind his palm, elbow bent and resting on an arm wrapped loosely around his waist as he waited to be introduced. The chuckle turned into a burst of laughter when Jeff took a pillow square to the face first.
“Ouch, you oh–.” Oops. All eyes were on him. Blaine kept somewhat behind and close to Jeff’s shoulder meeting all eyes on him with a lean. His fingers curled in a friendly wave. He tried not to look too stupefied at the room itself. At first sight? It was immaculate. Beautiful. Breath taking..and..calming–weirdly familiar feeling although he’d never seen it before–all at once. Weird, huh? “Hi guys. It’s nice to meet you. I–uh-come in peace,” he grinned at the pillow and looked back at the dark haired boy. “Don’t shoot?”
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