Tag: (OooOoo!  So good!)

connor.

     “Forgive me, oh almighty Yoda!”

     Connor’s grin remained on his lips – not that he was able to stop smiling towards the sight of the famous Blaine Anderson before him. He had heard so much about him. That he could sing like a dream, that he had moves that made everyone – men & women alike – fawn all over him. Quite the legion of fans he had. And Connor was a curious individual that needed to evaluate things with his own eyes rather than taking someone else’s opinion about the said person. His taste was far greater than anyone else around that boarding school – proof of that was how hideous those uniforms were, and he simply had to check for himself who this Blaine guy was. It would seem that the reports about him being talented weren’t just comments coming from perpetually horny teenagers.

     Blaine was actually quite attractive. Big brown eyes, dark hair that matched his own… flustered pink cheeks and a smile to die for. And that ass? That ass was probably the material that legends were made of. Perfect and perky and Connor couldn’t help but to wonder how tight it would be. But then again, he thought about sex almost all day. It was hard not to when there was so many cute guys around for him to snatch and makeout with. The only problem he could see with Blaine was… his height. He was cute and adorable and he freaking resembled a damn pug with those big, pleading brown eyes.

       How cute was that?

      Connor cut the distance between them with a couple of steps and shamelessly – he had no idea what the word shame meant – took Blaine’s measures with his eyes in a way that almost revealed that he was undressing him in his mind. Maybe he had to give the rumours some credit. “I don’t know. Can you help me? I have a hard problem and I might require someone’s assistance to take care of it. I mean – if you think you possess the necessary skills to aid me, R2D2.”

      “Sure.  No forgiveness required but sure.”

      Curiousness was quickly turning into something else the longer Blaine watched Connor’s expression and never–not even for a second–saw that grin falter.  Self-consciousness began to creep in instead.  Not to an apprehensive level by any means.  Dalton was a safe place.  But he couldn’t stop himself from wondering why he was beginning to feel like Connor had him under a magnifying glass and depending on what he discovered about him–or thought he did?  The glass would either be lowered so Connor could see more.  Or turned at the precise angle to catch enough sunlight and burn him to a crisp.

      Touching the tips of his fingers to the polished black lip of the piano’s edge–Blaine stood his ground in spite of the growing sense of whatever this feeling growing inside of him was. Confusion?  More than that.  Fear?  No–not really.  But his heart was beating faster as he watched Connor come closer.  His stomach felt like it shifted up several inches before plummeting down to the soles of his shoes and bounced back up.  

Who was this guy?  And what did he want?

      Connor answered his question with a question.  How lucky was he?

      That’s when he realized what it was.  No one ever looked at him the way he was being looked at right now.  And he had no clue how to react to it other than stand his ground and not break eye contact.  His jaw tightened and his head tilted–gaze darting back and forth questioningly over Connor’s.  The piano’s reflection dulled under the heat coming from Blaine’s palm.  Thank God, the other couldn’t see it.  Still, no budge whatsoever from the Warbler.  “I don’t know.  I guess it would depend on what problem it is?  If you’re willing to answer that question for real this time.  You can call me Blaine by the way. And you are?”

Kidnapped! ⋈ Blunter

clarington-the-hunt:

“Planet Earth and I seem to recall a little phrase that goes a little something like this, “An eye for and eye, a tooth for a tooth.” He winked at the boy who has seemed to finally found his sea legs. “You and that wide mouthed boy had the gall to slither into our sanctuary and steal back the trophy that was rightfully ours. Dressed as a couple of made up superheroes no less,” he laughed, a few of the newer Warblers joined in. “You see the thing is Blaine, no matter where you go you will always be A Warbler. You can run after puppy love and enter their little island of mismate toys, but you can never change who you are. You were created for greater things, Blaine Anderson. Which is why I had you brought here. Heck, I rescued you.” Hunter stood up straight and snapped his fingers as a signal to free Blaine of his bounds. “You have a choice to make Blaine Anderson.” He turned to face the boy who was being released from the ropes the bound his hands together. “You can run away and turn your back on your brothers again, who you abandoned already when you chased after Kurt who you then cheated on. Or you can start a new life, a life that doesn’t end the moment that you graduate Dalton Academy but a life that will continue there after. A life of success, money, sex, and love. So what will your choice be, Brother?”

Hunter and the few Warblers who he didn’t know laughing at him only made him angrier.  “Rescued me,” he mumbled, chin tucking down and an eyebrow crinkling.  “Seriously?”  The question was rhetorical and mostly to himself. Once again, Blaine’s head shook in disbelief.  A choice? The Warblers who approached were the new victims of Blaine’s hawkish stare. Even privy to a snarkishly grunted, “Thanks,” as they untied his hands.  Instead of immediately looking back at Hunter, Blaine sought out someone else. Sebastian.  Who received a totally different look.  Blaine’s face softened like he couldn’t believe Seb would be in the same room with these people. None of his Warblers should be.  Yet..they all were.  Snatching the rope roughly from the boy that finally untied it Blaine threw it down and hurried to his feet stalking towards Hunter and stopping less than a step away.  His head spun but Kurt being brought up?  The last of his resolve to keep somewhat calm snapped.  Blaine didn’t realize he made a fist until it landed a punch to Hunter’s jaw so hard that he preferred the explosion of pain in his temple to how bad his hand hurt on the backswing. Probably not the best thing to throw at him if Hunter was trying to get on his good side. He blinked right after.  Shocked at himself and that he was brought that breaking point but it’d been a downhill run since the second he was snatched, bound and knocked the hell out.  Then brought here for what?  Just to see something so important, a place he loved being brought to even bigger pieces of rubble at the hands of this jerk.  “What gives you the slightest idea I’d want to be here?” Blaine wished he sounded more convicted. Or that he could’ve kept Hunter’s gaze on lock. Which he didn’t. Instead?  He glanced at the floor then to the crowd watching and waiting for his response. All eyes on him. “I don’t recognize this place after what you did to it.”  A shoddy lie from someone who could never pull one off.  He did recognize it.  Too well. Always would.  Some of the boys were holding their breath, ones he didn’t know smirked and some looked lost hinging on what was about to go down. Breathing deep, his jaw flinched as soon as his and Hunter’s eyes met. “You sound so convinced my life will end after McKinley.” The fakely broad smile he plastered on was carefully maintained. “So?  I’m not. I don’t–This isn’t home anymore,” he shook his head refusing to back down. The blazer hanging from the side of the chair next to his bed begged to tell a different tale but it was biased.  “Go to hell, Clarington. I’m leaving.  Stay away from me and my school.  Got it?”