–3am, Blaine! Most normal people are asleep at this hour!–
“Oh, God. I’m sorry,” he cringed inwardly as the sleepy man who appeared in the doorway. But–apparently–the apartment above mine ended up getting flooded by a water heater explosion..or whatever. But.. It’s been leaking through the ceiling and it looks like it’s heading towards you..” Great way to meet your neighbor? Wake him up at an ungodly hour with the news he might end up with an unwanted waterfall coming out of his ceiling? Perfect.
( mssg » finn | sent ) I’m sorry I bit your head off.
I know you’re only trying to help.
( mssg » finn | sent )
I know it’s not your fault and you’ve got your own things going on. You don’t need my jumping down your throat added to the list. ( mssg » finn | sent ) But I can’t just “calm down”. Maybe it’s better if I just go for another walk. Before I say something else I’ll end up regretting.
” Someone at the bar keeps lookin’ at us dancing. ” It was an innocent comment whispered to his sister as they danced around together. Mason was maybe a drink or two in– confident enough to get his flirt on with the cutie pie who kept staring at him. Madison nodded to him and Mason just grinned and moved over to the stranger to clear his throat.
“ I see you staring at me. I see where you want to be, ” Mason said, moving to grab the other’s hand– or at least offer it to the guy at the bar. Oh god, I’m touching hands with someone seriously beautiful.
Mason’s liquid courage must’ve been in the water about two scotch and ices ago. Blaine watching him from his spot at the bar would never have lasted as long as it did if he wasn’t feeling the warmth of alcohol in his belly and flowing through his veins to make him less self-conscious that he might be caught staring. He was gorgeous but Blaine couldn’t tell if he was taken. Or out with a friend? Sister maybe? They sort of resembled one another. There was hope in the fact he wasn’t being some kind of creeper slash hopeful homewrecker when the guy started towards him.
Blaine felt his face heat up. This could go two ways. With him being told to ‘stop staring’ or–. A hand slid into his and what he heard was the most quizzical thing ever. Curiosity twinkled to life in hazel eyes–his smile was tugged more towards one corner as he slowly stood up from his chair. “I–Yeah. I was. So much for lying that away and trying to seem less stalkerish. But–where do you think I want to be? I’m curious..”
You’d think Blaine would’ve learned his lesson from the first game of Spin the Bottle ending up with him having his very first kiss with a girl who happened to be Rachel Berry. You’d think he would know to stay out of it this go round. Yet–apparently not. Here he was–laughing like a fool on the floor in his living room joining right in when Sam mentioned the idea. Wasn’t it some rule that there couldn’t be any observers in Spin the Bottle anyway? Sort of an all in kind of deal? When Tina’s spin landed square on him–the whole room went into peals of laughter than dead silence of anticipation to see if he’d go through with it.
All eyes were on them and he wasn’t ready to have to face weeks of trying to live this down if he backed out. Mirroring Tina’s neck rub–he gave her a lopsided grin and waved off the idea she did this on purpose. She didn’t–right? “Oh come on. It’s not that big of a deal and you’re making it way more devious than this was. I mean–it’s just a–. You know what?”Rolling up onto his knees–Blaine leaned over the board and shoved any nervous hesitation out of the way at the curl of his fingertips against Tina’s cheek to draw her in. “Ready..?” Letting go–he smiled that same, easy ear to ear smile he was known for as his breath ghosted over her mouth before he sealed their lips together in a gentle press.
“You know there’s nothing about you that I don’t believe in,” Blaine spoke softly but their closeness was enough to let his voice be heard in spite of the thunderous applause. Throughout the entire awards show–he could barely bring himself to let go of Rachel’s hand unless it was to applaud or force himself to drink something to clear up the dryness that an open set of lips and sharp breaths at everything he saw kept creating. They were making it. The two of them. Together. Their evening here was only the first of many more twists and turns of their futures towards something amazing. “Just think. Next year?” Her peck to his cheek was quickly mirrored complete with foreheads bumping together before he smiled so wide his eyes pinched at their corners. “There’s nothing stopping you from it coming true either.”
“Okay, okay! No Creepy Pastas. They make it impossible to get a decent night’s sleep anyway,” Blaine mumbled as he leaned over the couch and poured Quinn and himself refills on their tea. Taking a few steps around the sofa–a potholder was tossed onto the coffee table and he sat the kettle down on top of it. Limbs gave out in a rather ungraceful collapse beside her. Grinning like a happy idiot–and he was considering that Quinn staying here made him endlessly happy to get the chance to spend time with her–Blaine grabbed the crocheted blanket from where it was draped over the couch arm next to him and motioned her in. “How about we find something less blood bath and more spooky but both of us can still sleep to watch then? Cause I think we got our last Trick-Or-Treater a half an hour ago.”
“Why would I do that? You are beautiful, Rachel. You’re like one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” Blaine gave her calf a squeeze and nudged it with his wrist after trying to rustle her around and get a smile. “And you’re talented and sweet and utterly amazing. See? You should never doubt yourself. I mean there’s always another movie to watch but I’m honestly trying to make you see you how I see you. Then you’d realize just how fantastic you are.”
“Remind me why I let them talk us into this? There’s like zero chance I want to even think about what it’s going to be like the further in we go.” How’d he let them get put in this situation? Yes. It was supposed to be ‘all in good fun’. Fun?! Whoever had the idea that this was fun? Was a really messed up individual. “We could just tell them we did it?” Though Blaine’s aptitude for lying convincingly would probably need a hell of a lot of work if they were going to pull that off. The repercussions if they didn’t weren’t seeming so bad as he watched a spider the size of a kitten crawl up the wall. A gloved hand rose to trace the backs of his knuckles across the tip of his nose as he sniffed the stale air. “I hate my friends.”
Sebastian couldn’t help but find humor in the way Blaine got so spooked over these kind of movies; It was a mix of adorable and laughable. Maybe this whole watching the classic Halloween with no lights on was unfair to his fiance but Blaine had his face buried so deep in Sebastian’s lap now that he barely believed Blaine could hear the sounds of people being murdered anymore. Shifting his eyes back on the screen and running a hand through Blaine’s curls once again, he finds himself distracted away from the movie when his clingy other half moves his face even more. God damn, Blaine was burrowing his head right into Sebastian’s crotch area. Before he even really noticed he was becoming hard in his pants. Let’s get one thing clear here: Sebastian Smythe didn’t MEAN to get a boner while watching Michael Myers murder someone onscreen. It wasn’t that! It was the way Blaine was putting his face in a territory that couldn’t be trusted from getting…well, excited. Moving his hips a little, the taller of the two looks down once again and presses teeth against his bottom lip in un-sureness of if he’ll be able to get this boner to go away. ❝Blaine–❞ he says in complaint.
❝You’re not helping things stay calm down south if you know what I mean.❞
They are now at a place Blaine–not in a million years thought he’d be. He isn’t buried deep enough that the muffled sounds of someone being killed fail to reach his ears. Not yet anyway. And that’s what made noticing the growing firmness inside Sebastian’s pants against his cheek fill his stomach with the weirdest sensation he’s probably ever felt while having his attention drawn to the effect he’s having on his fiance’. Want fills his veins, sets his stomach on whirl and his toes curl where they are tucked underneath the armrest. Wanting Sebastian came easy. Just fingers in his hair and the way he could feel Sebastian’s breathing change? That always does the trick. But..the strangeness came from the way he was burying in deep again as a scream filled the room and Sebastian was pushing up against him? Blaine decides they are–officially–more messed up than he thought they were. Who gets off to this stuff? –No! Don’t let yourself answer that question!– This was an accident–or was it?–that he hadn’t planned on–or did he?–but there was no mistaking Sebastian was getting hard. Backing the idea up by shifting his hips–Sebastian didn’t need to say a word to clue Blaine in. He might be well known for missing the obvious now and then but there’s no missing this. Feeling his heart thundering in his chest like always–Blaine inched up to press a kiss on top of Sebastian’s shirt just above the button of his jeans. His lips stayed there as he whispered. “Um… I can stop?”
“Blaine, can I talk to you about something, please?” Mason asked, pulling the bowtied dapper president of the student body aside because he was just nervous. “I– I need to talk to you about something. About your past- er, in specifically Dalton.” The twin was so nervous even talking about this because he hadn’t mentioned it to Madison. He hadn’t talked to anyone about the decision to potentially transfer. Hesitating, Mason just grabbed Blaine and pulled him into an empty classroom. “Is the no bullying thing a legit thing at Dalton? And– and do.. I, I mean logically they should let me into an all boy’s school but.. would–” There’s hesitation in the brunet’s voice. He’s frustrated more than ever.
“Is that going to be an issue, do you think? I know the school’s old with tradition and everything.”
Blaine startled and blinked when Mason appeared out of nowhere and he was suddenly pulled aside. The unexpected halt caught him by surprise but the nervousness in Mason’s voice quickly swapped puzzlement for concern. “Sure. Mason are you–,” he was easily led into the classroom but his steps came to an abrupt stop as soon as the jittery boy spoke up again and mentioned Dalton. His past there? What on Earth would Mason want to know about that for? Wait. No bullying policy? Why was Mason concerned about that? Blaine’s stomach sank. Was he so oblivious to what was going on around him that he missed seeing something he should never have missed?
“I–well–no. I don’t think–I don’t know. I mean–I can find out. I don’t think Dalton would turn you away and if it did–there’s options to consider if you really want to be there,” he paused and eyed Mason closely barely believing they were having this conversation. “Is that why you’re asking. You’re thinking of transferring? Can I ask–why? What’s going on, Mason?”
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