“Cold? They’re freezing. How, though? Yours are practically an inferno,” slender fingers clamped down onto Bram’s palms as Blaine let his skin soak in the warmth radiating from them. With his hands captured, their homework slid to the floor in front of the couch as the television switched to the ten o’clock news signalling that it was about time to reach a pausing point anyway. Hearing the opening jingle, Blaine groaned that he’d managed to take up all of Bram’s night without barely a break.
“Hey. It’s pretty late. Did you want to stay here tonight? I’ll even make us a way past dinner time–dinner? It’s better than driving across town at this hour?” Plus. They could wake up tomorrow and work some more. Not to mention, the company would be great? Maybe?
“Look,” Blaine sighed heavily as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and glanced up at her from the seat in the bleachers he hadn’t budged from since rehearsals ended. “It’s not a contest on who should apologize to who first. I think you both owe it to one another to make amends and try to move on.” She wanted an impartial friend to bounce her thoughts off of and considering how lost he was in his own thoughts? Unique couldn’t find anyone more impartial (or maybe just to wrapped up in his own troubles to judge anyone right now) than Blaine willing to listen. Who was he to turn her away if she needed someone?
“Both of you are miserable. But the one thing I’ve learned about most fights in glee club? They don’t last. Not for long, anyway.” It’s the ones beyond this school that feel like they might never end. Mainly because as the days went by? Blaine was realizing they probably wouldn’t. So? Why not get wrapped up a little more in her drama if it drowned his attention on New York City for a while? He seemed to tune more into her with that thought. Even gave her a small, encouraging smile as he leaned forward. “Here, have a seat. Let’s figure out how to end this once and for all. Okay?”
“It–what? Oh. You’re going to have to try. Unless you want to be put in time out for the rest of the night?” Bright hazel eyes danced with amusement as he went a few darker shades of crimson over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Blushing as he may be, the smirk and tone he teased back with was on a whole new level of Blaine Anderson Sass. “Cause that’s a thing and you’re well on your way there.”
Could’ve been the third shoot and beer chaser that was shoved in his hand by Kevin who gave him a wink and a sly I still think you’re that porn guy head tip and grin. He was never going to believe that it WASN’T him, was he? The pornhub addict hummed as Blaine laughed under his breath feeling his face turn warm as Kevin wandered off to go babysit a rowdy table of middle aged men–But! Back to the reason why he just let loose a fifteen minute rambling mess of an explanation about all things Kurt?
Too much liquor and it’d been forever since someone wanted to know about things that far into his past. His usual friends were more interested in the here and now (studies, parties, sex kind of here and now) than in depth, getting to know you talk. Which wasn’t a horrible thing. Not when he made a friend like the one sitting across from him staring into his eyes with a lifted brow. Did he talk way too much? He did, huh?
Blaine ended up dishing a whole lot of honest-to-God’s truth when Lip asked him about this ex of his he’s briefly mentioned before seeming to catch himself and always skipping past getting too far into that conversation. Now, he knew.
I cheated. I ruined things. We got back together. It didn’t work out… A month before classes started in New York, I decided Chicago was a lot less of a conflicting place to be.
‘At some point you have to ask yourself who is really to blame.’
“That’s sweet of you to say. I mean. Really sweet,” he smiled before washing his mouth free from the taste of that recollection with another sip of his beer. “But it’s way in the past and lesson learned, I guess? How about you? What’s your biggest ex story?”
Lunch time at Dalton was always better when Dave could make his trips to the school and they could spend the hour and the free period Blaine had afterwards together. The days were brighter when Dave was around. How could they not be? When his boyfriend showed up to his office with a bottle of wine Blaine knew he must’ve asked the girl at the store for help figuring out which one would go the food perfectly wrapped in to-go containers with ribbons sporting the name of their favorite Westerville restaurant printed on them.
They were still getting Dave up to speed on which wines tasted the best with what dish. An adventure Blaine decided they should go on when he learned Dave was a beer kinda guy and rarely enjoyed wine until Blaine was having him treat himself on their first few dates. He was almost there! Almost! Blaine had to admit that Dave indulging his silly little notion he was going to make Dave a newly indicted wine connoisseur and trying to learn how was adorable. Not to mention? Just being a they with him, in general–as unexpected as it was—, felt good.
“It’s perfect, you know,” Blaine spoke up while using his fork to toy with his slice of carrot cake. “When you come and check in on me. Having lunch with you is the best part of the day when you do. You’re more than welcome to make it a more than once a week thing.” Setting his fork down, Blaine inched over and gave a glance to the door he was fairly certain he locked?? Then, throwing caution to the wind, he caught the corner of Dave’s mouth in a soft, cream cheese icing sweetened kiss. They had to be a little careful since it was his workplace. But..? Dave deserved a kiss for all the trouble he’d gone to and Blaine couldn’t stop himself from giving him at least one (or maybe two..three?). Here was to hoping the door was, indeed, locked. Traumatizing one of his new team members by having them walk in on their director mid-make out session was not how he wanted to finish the day.
Blindsided with the most random statement he’s heard all day (and considering his current company..that says a heck of a lot when the day’s almost over)–Blaine hoped the odds were in his favor and gave his imaginary Rolodex of replies he kept on hand for Sam’s more creative thoughts a spin. Oh! Wait! Right!! What they were talking about earlier finally hit him. That’s what this was about? Hunter and The Warblers and the clip from the news that Blaine instantly wanted to throw up after seeing.
Sam walked in on Blaine giving the punching bag the beating of its life earlier. The chain rattled heavily, Blaine’s grunts gave way to pitched gasps for air and it wasn’t until a hand caught his wrist that he realized the other boy was watching him and whatever he was doing made Sam worry so much that the look on his face hurt more than his throbbing, now wrapped in tattered and peeling tape, knuckles.
Every swing was another punch to the face of the idiot that couldn’t believe in the boys who had more talent in their pinkie fingers than he could ever dream of’s smirking, if you want to come back to the group you left behind’s face. He just forgot when to stop. Sam wasn’t used to seeing him this disheveled and messy. That was his fault. Never should have let himself get that carried away.
Catching Sam’s random thought after minutes of silence and noticing the crease in his forehead that was a sign he was overthinking something made Blaine laugh over top of his bottled water. He looked down into the courtyard they sat above, their legs dangling over the edge of the landing they sat on and sighed deep. “Yeah, me too, Sam. Steroids though, not cocaine. But with how he was acting? I’m not sure anyone could really tell the difference.”
Blaine’s fingers lightly toyed with a strand of dark hair on the side of Elliott’s head as he laid in bed beside his softly breathing boyfriend. Waking up less than ten minutes ago to the sight of snow falling heavily outside the window–he checked his phone and just as he guessed? School was cancelled for the day due to the weather. An email would be sent later to confirm what was happening the next morning. Nowhere to go. No rush to be in?
Suddenly, with a free schedule and a freaking blizzard outside? Lounging inside the warm blankets snuggled up to an even warmer Elliott was the best idea ever. Not wanting him to miss the flurry of snow (and admittedly, the house was too quiet with him asleep..plus..since it was Elliott’s usual day off..they had all the time in the world..some kisses would be a great way to start it?), Blaine scooted back down until his nose touched Elliott’s. Stealing another minute or two to admire him from this angle, he gently let the cool silken strand slip from his fingertip and rested his palm on the other’s cheek instead.
Blaine kissed him not once but twice before whispering with a grin as one blue eye cracked open, “Good morning, handsome. Guess what? School’s been cancelled.”
Blaine was used to waking up to a quiet house. Occasionally the only noise would be the soft music coming from his music deck that he’d fallen asleep to the night before. Just because the silence could be deafening at times. In a house this large and empty? That lack of sound could seep into his bones and twist his insides up with the reminder that there was no one beyond his door. Even when his parents were home, their rooms were in separate wings of the house. Too far removed that in the first few seconds of waking up, he’d’ have to remind himself that they were here. Music always filled that empty spot the occasional sleepover with one of his friends left on weekends one couldn’t come along. He talked to a few about staying in the dorm rooms permanently. Everyone who did, loved it. Besides, random weekend practice sessions would only mean a better victory at nationals. Something to think about.
Later.
This morning was different. The best sort of different he ever could hope for. Last night was the first night he had Sam for company. His boyfriend. Here. A steady rhythm of breathing next to him stirred Blaine awake rather than the light pouring in through the partially open curtains. Along his side, the warmth of Sam lured him to twist around so he could face him without a care to how messed up his hair was or how disheveled the night made him. Seeing Sam sleeping so peacefully, like he belonged here, was well worth any exposure of just how rumpled the normally dapperly polished Warbler could get.
Smiling in awe at how someone couldn’t get any more beautiful, long fingers reached over to run their tips along the curve of Sam’s forehead feathering stray blond wisps of hair back to where they belonged. A barely there hum and Sam stirred closer. Unable to help himself, Blaine impulsively leaned in and pressed their lips together letting Sam feel his smile that immediately followed before whispering against his mouth. “..Good morning.”
“She is, isn’t she,” Blaine could barely take his eyes off the infant curled up in a tiny ball against his chest. His chin practically shoved into his collar just to keep an eye on her. Kurt was fast asleep after taking the nightshift. Which was probably wholly unnecessary seeing as how their daughter only woke up once the entire evening and made the entire apartment well aware of her displeasure with a set of lungs born from a mother and father who were known to have quite the pairs themselves. A thick head of dark, silky hair made the perfect temptation to nuzzle his nose down into. An inhale of his new favorite scent later and he felt like his heart was going to burst in thousands. Forget in two. He was well beyond that the second he laid eyes on her.
As much as he’d love to say he never wanted to move? Blaine needed a break. If nothing else just to stand up and go to the kitchen to make them some lunch just to stretch his legs. Standing up, the starry eyed Dad bent down and with a delicateness one might handle a piece of glass ready to shatter at the barest touch, tiny Hepburn was now Santana’s bundle to hold. Blaine made no attempt to hide the deviousness in his stare. A small smirk curled the edge of his lips pausing to gauge Santana’s reaction as he straightened back up.
“Wow. She didn’t move an inch. You just may be a natural. Who’d have thought?”
If you asked him how he managed to find himself flipped over (or how anyone could be flipped over inside a freaking Prius and not break something–wow these cars really are roomier on the inside..) on his back with the leather squeaking against his shoes before he slammed both into the car door for footing, Blaine would..
Okay. Blaine wouldn’t be capable of answering a damn thing in his current situation. And the dumb-struck-in-love former Warbler couldn’t possibly be any happier about his “predicament” either. Even if they’d broken new levels of sacrilege (seeing as how they were in a church parking lot in broad daylight)–Blaine was on cloud nine. Halo broken, possibly forever and still yet, doing mental cartwheels through the gates of heaven with one touch of panicked hands that seemed like they couldn’t get enough of him.
He wasn’t the first one to make the move. Kurt was. That fact alone made him drunk with happiness. As Blaine curled his fingers in the wisps of hair touching pale skin behind the shell of Kurt’s ear, body shifted closer to pull him back for a second kiss? Kurt’s fingers snatched his wrist and before he knew it, his arm was pinned behind his back. The familiar weight of Kurt’s body was pressed to his and with a lift and a half spin? He was on his back, lifting up to press their mouths together in a needful, desperate kiss that he’d been holding back indulging himself in again since, well, yesterday. But no one knew that part just yet.
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