Carson had been keyed up about his plans with Blaine since they’d made them… he knew better than to think someone as wonderful as Blaine was turning out to be could ever look at him the way he looked at the dark haired beauty, but… even thinking about being near him made Carson’s heart flutter. Between fretting about what to wear and what to expect, combined with his work at Wayne Enterprise and the Gotham Public Library, he’d hardly slept.
So it wasn’t really surprising- even with how interesting the Star Wars series was- that he’d fallen asleep. Carson made a sleepy noise as Blaine moved, snuggling further into the couch, his glasses barely hanging on the edge of his nose, before sighing.
Slowly though… he began to stir, pale lashes fluttering against paler, freckled cheeks until they opened to reveal sleep-hazed pine colored eyes. His mind was foggy and he made a curious sound, blinking slowly as he raised his head, instinctively pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. Once in place, he spotted the singer and smiled, a light blush crossing his cheeks.
“I… seem to have fallen asleep,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head and pushing his hand through ginger locks as he sat up. “I apologize.” He gave Blaine a sheepish little smile, biting his lip.
“You certainly did fall asleep,” he tried not to look startled but the roundness of his eyes certainly did the job. Caught red handed turning down the television so Caron could sleep as much as he wanted. Busted for playing off the notion that he was more than willing to let him sleep here if that’s what was bound to happen as nothing much at all.
Let a near stranger you were just starting to get to know crash in your apartment because it was too late to let him wander out into the streets half asleep? Why not? That’s how Blaine Anderson worked. He’d just end up staying up until Carson let him know he made it home safe. Why not let him drift off where it was warm and he was comfortable? Perfect sense.
“You know if you were that bored with the movie,” he laughed happily as he walked to a nearby chair and plopped down pulling his best overdone pout, “Worse than that–me–you could have changed the DVD and I wouldn’t have complained once.” A hand lifted from the arm of the chair so he could point at him.
“I lied,” his nose scrunched and he him-hawed what he was going to say–or pretended to– with a rock his head head back and forth and a hum muffled behind tightly pressed lips, “I would have–probably–whined a little bit cause Star Wars but the guest can veto the movies. Solid rule.” His hand swept through the air once and fell back down with an affirmative nod.
Blaine flashed him a mischievous grin and let poor Carson off the hook. “Seriously? If you need to get some sleep. You’re more than welcome to do it here. Don’t let me keep you up and I’m not going to kick you out into the freezing cold either.”
Getting lost in the stare they held was so effortlessly easy. It took a single blink && all too quickly it was as if getting trapped in those hazel irises was inflicted by a force. Perhaps a force called chemistry. Sebastian liked to think he could look deeper in those eyes && find a glimpse of something he’s never seen before. Blaine always surprised him, && even more so as he watched Blaine progress through what once was awkward but now felt right. Sebastian didn’t except Blaine’s hands to move where they did; usually a move Sebastian would try to make. It slid from the shoulder to the cheek && before he could process the amount of body contact Blaine was giving, it trailed closer to his lips that he had just licked a few seconds prior to. When the touch was shifted to the corner of his mouth, Sebastian’s eyes flickered downwards to lightly glance at where his fingers were before returning back to the stare. He gives the signature smirk, hands slowly sliding down Blaine’s sides until he stopped himself at his waist.
❛ No worries, killer… ❜ he reassures cheekily, voice projecting smoothly && nonchalantly. The groan that came from Blaine caused Sebastian to develop a rush of thoughts, without realizing beginning to move one of his hands to Blaine’s thigh. Sebastian couldn’t describe it in his head as anything but sexy. Before realizing, he felt a sensation southwards. His cheeks became warm, hoping to god that a blush wasn’t visible. That would be a disaster in his opinion. Sebastian could feel his cock harden the longer the weight of Blaine pushed against him; an unintended tease in itself. Sebastian bites down on his bottom lip, wondering if Blaine could feel it or not. ❛ ———Looks like I’m enjoying your company more than I thought I was. ❜
A starstuck look of awe kept Blaine’s mouth slack until he tugged his bottom lip up. He bit down hard. After a drag of his tongue over the drying strip of skin thanks to the deep but quick breaths. Only a few more seconds of getting lost Sebastian’s stare turned them desperate pants spurned on by the clutching of his stomach. Not that he’d complain about the sensation. It was overwhelming and everything he imagined–and there were plenty of times–getting lost in that endless sea of green, the sensation of long fingers sliding down his sides and the warmth of Sebastian’s body would be like. Every inch of him that was empty and put on ignore for months came to life underneath the spell he was falling into. Too fast, too deep. No. Perfectly fast and deep enough to make him feel alive. Blaine’s breath shuddered across Sebastian’s mouth–mint and coffee–as he watched him look towards the thumb that twitched an explorative touch along the edge of his lip. He was so wrapped up in what he was doing that when Sebastian smirked, he mirrored it with a softer version and didn’t notice.
No worries? Sebastian was wrong. Blaine had plenty to worry about. Like how encaptured he was getting and how with an inch closed between them he’d be able to taste the lips that his fingertips refused to lift from. Sebastian’s blush–yes, he noticed that as well as something else that was impossible to ignore–only made the urge even harder to resist. Now he was so close to them that when Sebastian finished whispering he could feel them tenderly brush together. Speaking only made it worsebetter. “——I should get up,” he repeated out loud. Once again doing quite the opposite as his knees shifted apart far enough he removed any doubt that he was just as affected as Sebastian. The ache in him built up the need for any kind of friction he could get. He just happened to find it perfectly against Sebastian’s length. The drag backwards created by a lift of his hips and a parting of his thighs pushed every ounce of air out of his lungs, lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back underneath them. When their lips met, Blaine didn’t have it in him to not feed Sebastian a moan. Fireworks of every color exploded behind clamped lids. He was starving by the time he hungrily sought out Sebastian’s tongue and kissed him as deeply as he secretly craved for so–damn–long. Especially after the first time Sebastian kissed him. Now there was no holding back. Why there ever was before? Suddenly Blaine couldn’t think of why. Or think at all. Not when he was subtly rolling his hips and grunting into a mouth that eagerly took in every noise he made.
Honestly, when he arrived, Kurt was expecting more yelling. He should know Blaine better than anyone but not only did he not anymore, but in a way that’s what he chose. Blaine waited for him against everything everyone else thought and still isn’t mad. It was ridiculous devotion, but if anyone was going to give that to someone it would be Blaine. Whether he should have seen it coming or not, Kurt didn’t expect it to last this long.
He could practically hear Oliver in his mind reminding him to behave like a normal person and get to the point. Kurt took Blaine’s hand again and held it tight. He opened his eyes and locked them onto Blaine’s, color changed and iris’ glowing. “I’m a demon.” He said with a sad smile. “And so is he and a surprising amount of other people, and it’s the reason I was gone.” If there was any good reason for disappearing, it was this one. That much he knew, but how Blaine will react is up in the air still. Kurt could feel a mess of emotions around him, hard to pinpoint but none good. Absently, he wondered if Blaine would let them all out now or if he’d try to deny it and those feelings a little longer. He also noted that Oliver will wish he was here when -if- he hears about it. ‘Never miss the chance to grab a snack, ok, emotional breakdowns are great for us. If you don’t know the guy or gal.’
All he wanted was to understand what he did that was so wrong that Kurt felt like he couldn’t come to him. Their relationship was so much more than what they were reduced to with Kurt just–walking away–without so much as a word. Or even a goodbye that would leave more questions than he’d probably get answers for but at least the pain could have been targeted at a source. Rather than the unknown and in that unknown the fear that something horrible happened to the person he loved the absolute most out of anyone in his life.
Sometimes being left in the dark with all it’s confusion and agonizing questions–why?–what if?–how?–was much better than having the answers. Blaine didn’t realize that until it was too late. Too eager to find out why. Too invested in something that maybe only –he– was invested in to let things go without knowing. The answer he was about to receive as he squeezed Kurt’s hand wasn’t anything that he’d imagine to be real much less happening to them. His rationale screamed for what he saw to be only a trick of the light combined with a tired brain and a frustrated fog he had yet to walk out of for months. It wasn’t.His eyes widened, face going pale as he stared from Kurt’s eyes to their hands and back. An open mouth stuttered and nothing came out. Fairy tales, nightmares and legends. All of it. Not REAL. Never REAL. His body reacted before his mind wrapped around the news completely to process it right. Like that was going to happen soon. Scrambling off the bed, his fingers snapped into his palm as they left Kurt’s. Blaine began to lose his composure, his patience and any sense of pleading understanding as he lifted trembling hands and rubbed his face. “Please tell me this is is a lie you’re making up to freak me out instead of hurting me because you think that might be better. It’s working on the freaking out part but if you left for–just–you didn’t and wouldn’t,” there was something in his voice that said he didn’t even believe what he was asking Kurt to do but had to try. –Please lie to me if it isn’t either.–
“Thank you.” Kurt smiled softly. God he hated this. He hated leaving uncertainly, he hated being able to see how incredibly fake Blaine’s words were. Kurt didn’t recall a time so far that Blaine’s smile quite matched the emotion he was radiating. “I’ll be back when you’re ready. And I’ll explain more then. Just take it easy ok? It doesn’t do either of us any good for you to fake that smile another time.” He himself wasn’t sure what else he could do then, so he turned to Oliver who gave a slight nod and lead him out of the room.
Kurt couldn’t stay at his own home without having to explain who Oliver was, which he wasn’t about to try and do, so they were at a motel in between home and Dalton. Kurt insisted he needed to mend things with Blaine in some capacity before they left the state, so he made sure any plans he had for starting his life wouldn’t be in the way until the next year started, and that he was settled in between the two locations. His family came first, but Blaine had started to feel like family before Oliver showed up, and according to Finn Kurt’s leave hit him hard. If Blaine had been moving on fine, that would be one thing. But Kurt couldn’t never talk to him again with the way things were. He argued with Oliver about telling Blaine the whole truth. Oliver told a few of his friends when he first changed many years ago, and it surprisingly didn’t backfire on him either, so they reasoned it would be fine..
For now, he’d wait for the call from Blaine. Until Blaine was ready, which Kurt would know when that was, he’d focus on family.
What could he say to Kurt’s ‘thank you’ other than to lift his hand in a small wave before he let it fall limply. His lips dropped open and there were supposed to be words said to the advice that he take it easy but at first? They only pressed back together in a sad smile as he shrugged and nodded. “–Yeah. Yeah. Sure. I’ll give it a try.” Warily looking between the two, the smile fell. Why fake it? Kurt saw through it anyway. Blaine waited for the door to close before he could force the tightness in his chest at bay enough to –breathe–.
Two hours later and he had yet to go to class. Pacing was driving him insane. A text message to Jeff and Sebastian promised he’d be at practice. Rushing to get ready didn’t make up enough time for him not to be ten minutes late. By the end of a distracted day he had enough stares from his friends and, of course, Sebastian outright questioning him what was wrong. Brushing off concern wasn’t in Blaine’s DNA. Making excuses for his friends not to have it? Yes, he was well equipped at that even if it rarely worked because he wasn’t the best at pulling it off. It was only a rare chance when he did and it never ceased to surprise him when he got away with it. He couldn’t pretend that their worry meant nothing. Nor could he ignore that he felt guilty for causing his friends concern. So, they stayed late into the night doing what he did best to let it all out. They sang. The more he lost himself that way? The easier it was to smile, laugh and put their minds at ease. Later that evening, Blaine waited for Kurt to show up. Not knowing if he would or not. Deep down, he wasn’t sure he was ready to see him yet either. Knowing that he had the thing that did this to them nearby at all times made him sick to the stomach.
Not that he had much choice. A fact he hated in all this. There was no knock on the door that night. Or the next.
He was tense, but when wasn’t he? Obviously it wasn’t the kind of tense he used to be but he never worked those knots out anyway. It didn’t help that it was surprisingly easy to stay up late at Dalton either. Reading, studying, or having a social life in a boarding school were all very valid reasons to get fewer hours or at least be propped up instead of laying down.
Kurt missed getting to sleep on time. He also missed the looser freedom of movement after a good stretch, but he hasn’t had a chance to work the kinks out of his body in a long while. Obviously it was noticeable now as while he was sat on the floor besides Blaine’s bed, his back against the piece of furniture, the remainder of his homework on his lap, and his self placed between his friend’s legs hanging off of the mattress while he looked over Kurt’s shoulder. Touch was a bit of a strange thing with Kurt, not truly comfortable with someone in his space unless he trusts them, but Blaine was his best friend by now so he didn’t think anything when said friend’s hands rested on his shoulders.
It was however strange when Blaine started to rub his shoulders, and he could have sworn he was actually starting to give Kurt a massage. He was going to ask, but it felt good and he wound up sighing contently and letting his eyes close instead.
Late nights were common to the Blaine. Between sneaking off to hang out with his classmates, scoping out competition or any other random reason? Staying up until the early morning hours and getting a kick in the pants via a strong coffee if necessary the next day wasn’t new. Now he had another reason to have a messy sleeping schedule. Spending time with Kurt was quickly becoming his favorite pass time and he deeply enjoyed every second they spent together.
Blaine sat with his hands tucked under his thighs, feet ticking up and down subtly from where they hung on either side of Kurt as he peered down at the homework strewn across his lap. They were supposed to finish hours ago. Constant breaks to talk or joke around got Kurt behind. To move things along, Blaine forced himself to be quiet and let him work. Only quipping up to offer some insight if asked. When he noticed how focused Kurt was he inched forward and let his hands come to rest on Kurt’s shoulders to see if he needed help. His palms filled with a warmth that brought a smile that curved into a mild frowning blink when he felt the tension in Kurt’s muscles. Did he put that there? Should he take his hands away?
He knew from their conversations Kurt had a massive personal bubble and he didn’t want to risk being that person who didn’t respect his boundaries. He squeezed them gently, feeling his stomach flutter. –From nerves–. A sigh stopped him from pulling away. Blaine held his breath and paused not moving until Kurt seemed to be okay. Once he was sure, he inched forward til tips of his bare toes touched the floor and began tracing small circles against the knots he found with his thumbs. “Pretty sure there’s a Boy Scout guide missing a knot shape or two that your shoulders invented. Wow. What’s got you so tense? I promise we’ll get this done. If you’re worried. Next time we can focus on finishing your work first and goofing off after.”
Sebastian stayed stiff through out the hug, wanting to pull in tight && hold Blaine forever; but he couldn’t. He had to stay his distance for now while still acting as normally as possible. It was for his own good, for Kurt’s good, && for Blaine’s too. How blissful Blaine seemed to see him only added to the pain of the situation, because soon enough when Sebastian spilled the truth of why he had knocked, he knew Blaine wouldn’t be smiling like he was now. It was selfish to do what he was about to do, && Sebastian knew it all too well. He knew he was only thinking of himself when he made the decision to admit his love to Blaine on his god damn wedding day. But if he bottled it up && let it float out into the ocean he would regret ever letting the feelings be lost because of manners. He had to take the chance, even if the result was a bust. Trying to keep his nerves from making his chest pound, he contained his scattered brain.
❛ ——–Yeah. Yeah of course… Everything’s great. I just wanted to come see the groom before the big reveal. ❜ he grins as he looks to the ground, a smile that was half genuine ( Because he truly was so happy for Blaine to be marrying the love of his life ) but half faked because it did sting to see him so happy with someone else. For years, he’d been fighting for his love in the shadows. Even after redeeming himself from the cold hearted snake many thought he was, things never came to his luck. That’s when he realized Kurt && Blaine were in love && it wasn’t going to change, it just wasn’t his place to come in between it any longer. But not was now, he had to do it. Sebastian’s heart was racing, trying to keep his usual cool as he examines the suit Blaine wore.
❛ You look sharp, killer. Kurt’s a lucky guy. How uh- how do you feel now that it’s coming so close?❜Focus, Sebastian. Stop bringing the attention off of yourself. Just say it. Get it over with. It’ll give the wound more time to heal before you go sit down in that seat && watch Blaine say his vows.
Blaine sensed the tension throughout the entire exchange and his question was his attempt at seeing what the reasons behind it were. There was a seed of doubt in the tiniest part of his mind he’d do whatever he could to ignore that he might already know the reason and wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answer out loud. He wasn’t a fool or blind. Great at pretending to be on occasion, sure, but guilt could do that to a person. Even him. Years were spent dancing around a particular subject either blatantly, or as they passed by, much more tamed but always there. Chancing a friendship by digging at the subject wasn’t something he wanted either. So, they both let the topic of ‘what if’ drop. Sebastian backed off and they levelled out. As much as they ever could. Eventually, the friendship was all that seemed to matter to them–or so Blaine told himself. Repeatedly. Enough times that the guilt and doubt about the way Sebastian’s voice on the other end of the call sounded when he invited him to the wedding was a bitter pill to swallow but went down sugarcoated with Sebastian’s confirmation that he would be happy to be there.
Call it greedy–it was.
Blaine needed him to be here. He needed him. So Sebastian was here. As always. Blaine’s eyebrows shot up when Sebastian said he was okay but couldn’t meet his eyes when he did. Liar. Blaine’s heart immediately jump started into overdrive and he stuttered a breath that was supposed to be a laugh as Sebastian checked out his suit. Spreading his hands and swinging them slightly out from his hips, Blaine licked his lips to help the words come easier looking down at himself. “—Yeah? Thanks,” he grinned sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. His stomach tightened at the pet name and it only got worse–unexpectedly–when Sebastian asked him how he was feeling. “Great,” his volume hiccuped up a notch, brows creased as his hand dropped to his side. “Great,” he repeated taking a few steps back and taking his turn at finding anything else other than Sebastian to look at. The vanity worked. “Can I be honest for a second,” his fingertips tapped the countertop, “I’m nervous as hell.” He cringed at the unplanned confession. “I’m happy. Don’t think I’m not,” he rushed to make that point clear looking over his shoulder up at Sebastian. “I’m just–,” he blinked like he caught himself saying or thinking something he shouldn’t. “Fine! I’m fine. Totally,” there went the roll of the eyes that said he was completely brushing off something that was stupid for him to bring up, “Nerves go with the territory on your wedding day—Right?” Why’d think it was okay to lay THIS on Sebastian? Runaway lips? Just add the ups and downs of pre-ceremony jitters. That’s all it was. Yeah?
Kurt’s boots clacked
noisily in the empty halls of McKinley as he stalked past the
familiar rows of lockers. The more he thought about it, the
worse the idea of coming back to Lima became. Kurt, being
very susceptible to his dad’s pleading, had agreed to take advantage
of his few days off and come see him and Carole. He claimed his
reluctance was due to his new, busy, face-paced New York lifestyle,
but Burt saw through him immediately. It wasn’t much of an
accomplishment, though, since anyone with eyes could figure out the real reason that Kurt was avoiding his hometown like
the black plague. Regardless, Kurt knew he couldn’t visit Lima without stopping
by the old stomping grounds at least once. But he also didn’t want to
run the risk of bumping into Blaine, not after that tragically
awkward encounter at the Grease production. He ultimately decided to
come by an hour or so after school had ended, when nearly all of the
students had cleared out and the teachers still lurked in their
classrooms.
Rounding the corner,
a smile perked to his face once his destination came into view. He
pushed open the unlocked door and sighed happily, unable to deny the
instant feeling of comfort that washed over him when he stepped foot
into the choir room. His plan was to hang around for a little bit in
hopes that Mr. Schue was still on campus and they could have a little
catch-up chat when he came back. Kurt decided to busy himself until
then by slightly leaning against the piano and tapping out half of a
tune. He hummed along to it, despite not exactly knowing what song he
was playing. Kurt suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching
the room. He turned to face the doorway, his breath hitching when he
realized who was standing there. “Blaine.” Kurt said, voice
breathier than he intended. His brain told him to follow up the
awkward stating of his name with something else, a greeting perhaps,
but nothing made it’s way out of Kurt’s mouth.
Blaine wasn’t blind, deaf or dumb. He knew about Kurt being in town because Lima was the type of place where news like that didn’t stay a secret for long. Once one of the Glee Club kids found out, mainly Tina, the news hit Blaine within the span of time it took her to quickly text the concerned message asking if he knew and if he was okay. Of course he wasn’t. Reading her text was like a shredder to the chest but he replied that he would be fine and promised her she didn’t have to worry. One day and one sleepless night went by. Paying attention in any class wasn’t possible. All Blaine could think of was wanting to see him and then the absolute opposite. Back and forth the entire afternoon. He was such a garbled blend of confusion and frustration that by the time the last bell rang and his and Sam’s study hour at the library –a vague attempt at being productive once today– Blaine was in his car with the ignition started before he remembered he left all of his sheet music in on top of the piano in the choir room. Uncharacteristically slamming his hands against the wheel and going two shades of red in the process, hazel eyes stared at the sliver of his reflection in the mirror. Could it wait til tomorrow?
Getting back to Westerville for the weekend was top priority after the heartache inducing decision that he wouldn’t encroach on Kurt due to how they parted last time–too soon. No. Not if he was going to have any means of distraction. Grumbling, Blaine climbed out and jogged back inside and down the hall not seeing a soul. His steps slowed as he rounded the corner and heard music. K U R T. Blaine froze as Kurt their eyes met. His fingers even refused to cooperate and dropped his keys with a metallic clatter. The noise resembled the erratic pulse in his chest as his stomach fell. “Kurt,” he couldn’t breathe. “I–Sorry–My music,” he slowly looked at the books and sheets of paper–some they bought together–sitting past Kurt’s arm and back. The piano, the music, Kurt could have been separated from him by thousands of miles by the distance that became oh-so-much more hollow and far. Something inside broke. In a rush of sudden motion, he darted down reaching unsteadily for his keychain shaking his head and not daring to look back up. “Sorry–not important–I didn’t know you were here. I’ll get it tomorrow. Sorry,” he repeated forgetting he already apologized. Twice. Who was counting? There were never enough times he could say that word to the person he was saying it to.
Being alongside Blaine during a Warblers practice was already a delight in itself for Sebastian But when the shorter two went falling from the desk top, that came as even more as a delight. Under all of Blaine’s apologizing && blushing, Sebastian just smiled from ear to ear; still surprised for what had just happened so quickly but also glad to see he took a soft landing right on top of Sebastian. It’s not like it hurt, Blaine was rather delicate, even when clumsily tumbling off of a surface.
Green irises met the hazel ones that were ever so close, the blush tinting Blaine’s cheeks causing Sebastian to smile even wider than he was before. He just let Blaine stay there, not at all in any rush to shoo him off. When the other Warbler had fallen, Sebastian kind of just fell to the ground with him as a grunt was let out. But what he hadn’t noticed was that now his arms wereprotectively around Blaine, holding him back. Perhaps even the same small blush hiding behind his ability to keep it cool. It was a storm of butterflies in his stomach. ❛ —–No rush. I wouldn’t want you to fall again if you got up too fast. ❜ he joked teasingly, laughing lightly as eyes stay locked on Blaine’s.
One knee and then the other touched against the wooden floorboards on either side of Sebastian’s hips and Blaine felt the ever-so-slight shift of his position ricochet through every inch of his frame. Every part of him felt like gravity lost all reason and decided to go every which way to the point he was dizzy everywhere. Not just in his head. His entire body felt a twisting, spiraling tug and pull that pushed the air out of his lungs and caused the smallest noise of a gasp he tried to muffle with a tight pressing together of his lips. Sebastian did that to him just now. Sebastian took hold of whatever sense of balance Blaine had and turned it into a jumble of a speeding pulse and desperate breaths he struggled to cover up with a pathetic attempt at chuckling.
Try as he may? He couldn’t ignore the effect that noticing the tingling warmth sinking in from the warm press of their stomachs together and the way–this close–he could see a sheen of wet coating Sebastian’s bottom lip had on him. His first gut instinct was denied as he licked his own in a compromise of his willpower to stay cool. So close! Too close. Just close enough. A tiny tilt of his head and an inch or two of a lean and he’d be able to–No! He wasn’t looking.– Yes. Yes he was. Thick black lashes opened wide enough that he could flick a glance back up to Sebastian’s eyes. Blaine’s breath hitched but he smiled and managed to barely accomplish a nod. “Right–right. Don’t need to crush you again.” Did he really sound that strained? “No rush.” Without looking away, his left hand was drawn up from where it was clutching Sebastian’s shoulder. “A-Are you ok? Didn’t mean to–” Another round of fireworks went off in his stomach as he cupped Sebastian’s cheek and his thumb spread out from the others to the edge of his mouth. “Ahh–Sorry,” he smiled. Whatever he was about to say choked when he felt his fingertip grow damp and he groaned instead.
Even if he were asked by someone he could trust, Kurt wasn’t sure if he could explain his and Oliver’s relationship. He saw the disgust Blaine had when he touched him and he wondered if he’d ever be able to tell the whole truth. He wanted to, some things less than others but he was going to come clean to someone and god he hoped it could be Blaine. But they’ve touched. They’ve held each other and Oliver kept Kurt alive during those first few months. He took care and trained him but it was when things got easier and before it even started that he wondered if he could mention.
Kurt looked up at Oliver before he could speak, and reluctantly Oliver obeyed what he knew Kurt wanted and kept his mouth shut. The room was silent until Blaine let go and whispered again, neither demon wanting to see the trail of events that would follow Blaine getting any more physical. Kurt didn’t want to see him get hurt. Not any more hurt than he would be when Kurt replied. “Blaine..” He pursed his lips. “When demons turn humans they become physically attached until the younger one can take care of themselves again–I can’t stay without him. If he leaves school grounds then we’ll both be sick.”
Oliver gravitated closer to the door, simply to not be immediately next to the pair on the bed. He assumed it was smarter, given the looks on their faces. Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand as if the gesture could translate how sorry he was. “I have to go now.” Oliver stretched his neck from side to side. “We’re not goin’ off the grid this time, just down the road an hour.” He wasn’t much louder than if he mumbled, clearly not enjoying this encounter. Still, Kurt stood and waited for affirmation that Blaine would let him leave.
Blaine deflated sighing out the last of his breath as Kurt explained why he had to leave. What was said put him at a loss for any sort of argument he might put up against Kurt having to leave. How was he supposed to ask him to stay if it was going to hurt or make him sick? He tried to ignore the idea that Oliver must have been close for the whole night judging from the same explanation that left him without any ground to stand on. That thought was something he could deal with later when Kurt was gone and couldn’t see exactly how deep this entire situation was eating at him the more he learned.
Kurt squeezing his hand caused his grip to instinctively tighten back. “Yeah,” he nodded staring up at him doing the worst job ever at faking a smile. “Yeah. Okay. I understand.” The mechanics. Blaine understood the mechanics but there was so much he didn’t. –Couldn’t.- He’d die trying if he was given the chance though. Don’t think he wouldn’t. Each finger loosening was it’s own ten ton weight on top of him until his hand was empty and Kurt stood. One peep out of Oliver made him press his lips tight to keep back words that were on the tip of his tongue. –Why was he still in here? The hallway would be fine to wait in. Or was watching this giving him some sadistic kind of thrill?–
He’d already ruined so much. Why not step back and listen to/admire his handiwork right? “I’ll see you soon,” he asked in a whisper. “Just don’t disappear on me. A mile can keep on going if you don’t know when to stop.” Another fake smile. Another would-be attempt at appearing way more okay than he truly was that failed. Trusting anything from Oliver? Not going to happen. Kurt on the other hand? As stupid as he might be after becoming willfully blind and deaf to so much? He was trusting him not to reappear just to tear him apart again.
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What started out as a dinner and movie night wound up being dinner and ‘just one more film because–hey why not–’ until Carson and Blaine both passed out on the couch. Falling asleep sitting up wasn’t in the plan either but that’s how he wound up. Carson was the first one. His head was in Blaine’s lap and he was breathing steadily by the time Luke Skywalker’s twist of fate was revealed. Not everyone had the stamina to make it through a back to back Star Wars marathon.
Turns out, neither did Blaine. He missed the ‘Big Reveal’ too. Long gone before the shout of ‘Noooooo!’ ever touched his ears. Blaine stirred awake with a crook in his neck and a popping noise crackling up his entire spine. Untangling his fingers from Carson’s hair to cup his face, Blaine took in a deep breath through his nose and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
Easing himself out from underneath Carson was easier thought than done. Blaine moved as slow as possible and held the back of his head as he scooted free. Seeing him nuzzle down into the cushion once he swiveled up, Blaine felt something hit his chest hard. A panic that shouldn’t be there. A doubt that–whatever this was that he promised himself he wouldn’t be doing again–was about to happen regardless of his effort to not let himself feel what he was starting to feel.
Blaine tried to tell himself it was only because he knew how Carson felt. He’d be blind not to see the softness in Carson’s eyes that bordered on hope for something more. Carson was too asleep to see that Blaine had that same look as he thought about it and let his fingers stretch towards a lock of hair he bent to sweep off Carson’s forehead. That was when he said it. Blaine wasn’t a praying man. Not often but he whispered something that could be taken as one. Or as a wish put out into the universe with the chance that it’d listen and do him a favor. “But maybe just this once. Let me keep this one?” Wouldn’t that be a nice change? If he’d just let it happen.
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