Blaine regretted his answer the second he gave it. Why did he promise he’d be honest? More important? Why did he keep the promise he made considering he would be well within his karmic rights to ignore the true reply and graze over into more platonic-friendly territory? If for no other reason than to save face and the inevitable awkwardness that was bound to follow his truthful reply? Because it was Sam that asked him. That’s why. And breaking a promise to Sam ranked right above breaking the neck of a My Pretty Pony and sending her to the glue factory to cover up your crime.
“Um. Okay. Wow. First! Let’s leave that term on youtube or in the locker room at 24 Hour Fitness. I love you, but no. And second? You’re a great guy and you’re attractive. I think you’re peoplebait. Anyone with a sliver of taste would have a crush on you, Sam. I think it’s pretty much written in the universe. Please forget that I said anything. Why do you make it so hard to, you know, avoid potentially stomach twisting honesty? It’s not fair and,” he smiled jokingly as his eyes lit up and he turned a few shades redder, “I’d like to know who to send my complaint to.”
Tired eyes watched Dave, noticing every small fidget that ticked nervously through the man’s body. “That’s incredibly sweet..” A warm smile curved the corners of Blaine’s mouth and from his spot on the bed, his arm unfolded fingers left to curve towards the ceiling twitched for Dave to take. “You don’t have to sit on the chair, you know? You can come in here then. No reason for you to look like you’re waiting for me to tell you to leave. Cause I’m not. Never mind about the guest room tonight.” Another wiggle of his fingers. Please take them. “If you want to..”
( mssg » dave | sent) You canask me anthign DAve. ( mssg » dave | sent) that’s an east one to anser! Scandls ( mssg » dave | sent) Liek three rum and cokes but it was hapyp hour ( mssg » dave | sent) two horus ago but it still counts, yeah?
( mssg » kurt | sent) I’m so sorry. I know. You’re right. I did this. All of this was my fault. Every mistake I made lead to this exact moment and I just keep making them. ( mssg » kurt | sent) You, obviously, matter. Even though I did a horrible job at showing it. I tried to. I messed it all up. Please tell me you know deep down that you always mattered because you do. So so much. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Do you know what it’s like to feel like you’ve been erased? ( mssg » kurt | sent) To know you don’t exist to someone who means the world to you? ( mssg » kurt | sent) It’s like you’re a ghost inside of yourself. Hollow and empty and not really real anymore. That your world isn’t all there the way it was a day ago. It’s gone and you have nothing to fill it up with. Parts of your life are just gone because you’re the only one who lived them but you weren’t and that part doesn’t matter.. ( mssg » kurt | sent) I just didn’t want to be someone who was deleted anymore.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) youcould SAy that but you wrould be wrong. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) That’s a lie.you’d be right for sure . I think I sould have stopped probably aobut twodrinks ago. Oops? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Nto a booty call I promise. I woudlnt just text you for one oft hose. If I was going to give you one.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) I coudl call? I just needed to talk to you. Caling is probably better anyway. Typing is not mty strong point at the moment. Why did I turn off auto coreect? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Oh god Im’ only talking to the guy beside me. Hes nice. and the guyfrom earlier. The bartender is chatty too but I’m sure they are paid to be. Giving you my attention though. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) You will? i’ll ping you. I would love to see you which makes that offer even bettr. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Hello? did I scare you away? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Yesmy home of course. IF that isn’t too much trouble. I could take an Uer back int he morning if that’s easeir. Thank you.
“Technically,” Blaine grinned as he tapped his fingers against the lip of the desk, “It’s putting a lot on the line in the hands of one of the best. If anyone can prove that I’m not putting too much hope in what I think is on there? Is worth ten lunches.” In spite of his eyes glistening with the HUMOR being in Morely’s orbit always brought, he quickly added. “I’m not even joking.” Hope beamed from him as shook on it without a hesitation. “How long have you been doing this anyway? Heard you were born with a voice recorder in your hand.”
Staring up at the sky dusted with thousands of glittering stars, Blaine realized this was the clearest night he’s seen since moving here. One of the only things he missed about Ohio was how far into the sky you could see on cloudless nights. A rarity here. He was so caught up admiring them, his internal debate on taking that first step caved. Perhaps a little too fast. A light touch to the top of Tate’s hand turned into a grab with a too tight twitch of his fingers. His breath stopped and he was looking down at their hands, too, when Tate spoke up. His first few tries at any sort of sound were only mouthed words and a flush that washed over his cheeks. Did he make a mistake? No turning back now. “I…um,” his lips pouted as he dipped his chin in a faint nod and cringed inwardly. “Yes.. You don’t have to feel the same. It’s not like that I’m expecting you to.” He forced himself to stop rambling and squinted over at Tate, offering him an apologetic smile (because he was beyond sorry) if he just made things weird.
( mssg » | sent ) Who was it then? It had to be someone who knows me. ( mssg » | sent ) More than just on the surface, too. That’s the worst part. ( mssg » | sent ) I’m not sure I want to leave my room. Sorry. ( mssg » | sent )
A pillow pushed between the headrest and the window made perfect place to lay his head as he listened to the twang of a guitar playing softly from the speakers on the dash. For close to an hour, Blaine watched the desert scenery blow past the car. Endless miles of empty landscapes marked up with dustbowl thriving cactuses and tumbleweeds from bushes that hadn’t seen water in months and didn’t seem to mind one bit. He wasn’t sure what state they were in anymore. Texas? No. They were past the state that stretched out forever. Weren’t they?
The view outside the window only seemed to change by the occasional oil drill, rusted out town, or little burough in the middle of nowhere that must’ve been made into an actual place to stop by people who got stuck there somehow. Or the sun falling and darkness so deep that it looked like the stars touched the ground if you squint hard enough to see. But it was the perfect place to be because the world they were in with nothing but the road, a dotted yellow line and miles of nothing between them, nothing short of another planet couldn’t look anymore different from Ohio than the desert outside Bloomfield, New Mexico did as Blaine pulled the blanket that’d been pooled in his lap up over his chest and drifted off.
He came to when the last sad guitar riffs played out with Garth’s voice singing words that dug so deep into him he couldn’t help whispering soft against the glass ghosting it in a puff of gray with the heat of his breath. “Do you love me?” Of course, Sam was right there. Answering without Blaine having to repeat himself. How many times could someone need to hear it back? Need to hear that things were okay? Better than okay? They were together. Alone. Miles of asphalt and stars above stretching out to infinity and beyond and he still needed to hear it one more time. Please tell me when it gets annoying. Though Sam wouldn’t ever get annoyed by it. Because that’s the kind of person he was. The kind of person Blaine should have..
‘You know I do.’
They should’ve had this kind of beginning a long time ago.
“Me neither. Ever.” Pinkies linked, the promise was made and sealed. Blaine’s weight shifted towards the light tug and when their gazes connected, he nodded his thanks for the reassurance. Sam had this strange ability to know precisely what he needed. What tone to use, what words to say, when to touch him. All of how he needed to be brought back to Earth came as easy as breathing to the blond. It was a tough job to take on. Blaine knew the initial reason why Sam slept only when he did and barely that for the first couple weeks they were gone. Why he hid the sharp things unless they were using them to cook and why there was only pepto, dramamine and tylenol in the glovebox.
He owed Sam not just his mental state but maybe he owed him for still being here to see miles of dark so thick that it looked like the stars were falling to the ground on the horizon. Who knew if he would have done what Sam was the most terrified of? But Blaine was beyond grateful for at least being around for the chance to wonder about it. About life. About stupid things like the orange glow of streetlights they were driving towards which meant the restaurant had to be within a close enough distance that it wouldn’t hurt to keep their hands laced together even though he settled back into his seat from their shoulders lightly knocking together.
Out of nowhere, Blaine laughed. It was quiet and mostly shook his shoulders and made his face light up but it was a laugh regardless. “Definitely a no bueno type situation. I don’t think that cows are going to exist in space. Space cows might. What if they worship them, though? Then no space cow hamburgers for sure. What if it tastes weird, too? Like chicken or fish or..who knows? Aliens probably eat some fish flakes, like you said. Or fruits that don’t make sense. What if they don’t eat at all? Then what are we gonna do?” He blinked enjoying the mindless chatter full of imagination and fantasy. It was what got them on the silly notion to start driving West in the first place. His mother wasn’t too thrilled with the idea but she let him. They’d deal with the schematics later.
“Yeah. Let’s stop. We’ll get some milkshakes for dessert and coffee for the road. I’ll drive for a while. Let you get some sleep. Fair enough?” Sam wasn’t Superman. Close but not quite past the need for sleep yet. “While we eat we can check out the map. See if there are any sights we need to check out in the morning between here and Nevada. I heard there was some sort of Biggest Ball of Yarn or something like that close by. Can’t beat Henry’s Rabbit Ranch though. Totem Pole Park tried and failed.” The tip of his thumb swiped back and forth over the side of Sam’s hand. Anywhere they went was okay with him. As long as they kept on going.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Me tooa. little. Waty mor ethan drunk is probaly better.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) this isn’t a bootty call ok? or a booto text. ITs’ more than that. i Needed to talk to you. Befoer I get sober enoguh to not say what I need to say.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Onlyt alking to you. No one else,.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Thank you somuch Youre the best
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I’m at Lantern’s KEep. Its not too much trouvble is it?
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