( mssg » duran | sent ) Are you serious? ( mssg » duran | sent ) Rhetorical question. I know you’re serious. ( mssg » duran | sent ) It’d be hard to top the penis shaped Christmas tree. I think that might do the job. You’re going to get yourself expelled. ( mssg » duran | sent ) I was. Sort of? This is worth being woken up for. 🙂
“I don’t remember who asked me. It wasn’t a warbler though, probably someone who likes them though.” Duran was still grinning, smile only growing upon seeing how flustered Blaine was starting to look. “It was tons of fun though. I wish you’d have been there. Pretty sure half the warblers were taking pictures, and I think some of them started singing. I honestly wasn’t paying attention.” Well, he was. He was paying enough attention to know Blaine wasn’t in the room at the time of this happening. Honestly, Duran would do it again even without a bribe, after checking to make sure Blaine was with the other Warblers. He didn’t know why he had a compulsive need to show off, since he was almost sure Blaine returned his affections, but Duran still liked the thrill of making him blush.
“Someone who likes them? I’d hope so. Don’t you think it’d be rather weird if–,” Blaine stopped mid-sentence when the fog lifted and ‘I wish you’d have been there’ caught up. “I–I wish I’d would’ve got the chance to watch.” Well. That was a sentence you could read novels into! Blaine kept on like he didn’t realize how it could’ve been taken. “Them chipping in with a song doesn’t surprise me. Of course they would.” Blaine grinned just shy of the laughter that had him pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He could practically feel the heat from his cheeks radiating against the inside of his palm. Just then, from behind them, a soft gasp could be heard from a freshman who stared at the penis tree like it was both confusing and terrifying. The two of them got a look of complete baffled disbelief before the younger boy scurried off and Blaine’s mouth gaped open in his wake. His lopsided grin and jab of his elbow against Duran’s side said it all. “Great. I swear. If he’s going to get a teacher? You better tell them I’m an innocent bystander. How about plausible denial? We could be gone by the time they get here–if they are coming—and leave them wondering where we went off to?”
“Am I?” The way Duran was grinning indicated he knew, and considered it a compliment from Blaine. “I guess I am weird. People will catch onto the charm and excuse everything I do anyway soon enough. A dick-slash-Christmas tree made out of lights is just another checkmark on my list.” He smirked and stepped back from the wall and closer to Blaine. The topic change was amusing, and Duran was really excited to tell the warbler what happened. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. I guess it didn’t help that I took my shirt off to do it. To be fair, I was paid sixty bucks for it, and I wasn’t even caught by administration. Best gig ever.”
Consider his mind blown. Just when he thought the penis Christmas tree lights couldn’t be topped? Well.. This IS Duran we’re talking about here. Blaine’s mouth hangs open for a few beats while he lets that visual sink in. A cough cleared his throat (skipping past the reason that it got tight in the first place–no need to hash that out) and he tucked his chin towards his tie while cupping the back of his neck. “You took a bribe,” he quickly corrected himself, “I mean..a payment to go to the Warblers and do a half stripped down dance? Who would even ask you for that? And why?” Half-laughing as his face warmed up–Blaine looked back at Duran’s ‘art’. “How did they react? I can’t picture how Wes or Thad took that. The looks on their faces must have been priceless.”
( mssg » duran | sent ) This is going to be weird. Don’t judge me until I finish okay? I don’t know about you but I’m tired of everyone I know tossing their “we made out in the choir room” or “we made out in the library” or wherever else they manage to sneak to off hours stories around when I have absolutely nothing to contribute. ( mssg » duran | sent ) What I’m saying is.. Let’s make our own story worth telling. Meet me tonight? Somewhere. We’ll figure it out. ( mssg » duran | sent ) I’m not saying that’s the only reason why I am asking you this question. There’s others but I don’t want to make you think worse of me than these messages probably already do. ( mssg » duran | sent ) Dear Blaine, this is still a horrible pitch. What are you thinking? Try again next week. Until then? Get your head on straight. You’re horrible at this. -Me
Two minutes later..
( mssg » duran | sent ) Um.. I didn’t delete those..did I?
“Would people buy it if I told them I was drunk? I mean spiked eggnog is all the rage among people our age, so it could easily be a legitimate excuse. That’s not something I’d normally put up, so I could pull off the altered mind angle. I mean, if I really wanted to. But then again, it’s never been beyond me to pull off something completely stupid. I vaguely remember pole dancing in the choir room once, entirely on a dare. Or was it a bribe?”
“You know you’re one of the oddest people I know? Not sure if I ever told you that but I think it’s time to make it official. Odd in a good way–I mean! I’m not sure using the excuse of underage drinking is going to make this better. Why not just leave it as is? You could totally try to go for the angle of them being the perverts for taking your Christmas tree in the wrong direction?
You did what? Is that why Thad can never make eye contact with you without turning six shades of red?”
“Okay, my existence isn’t a violation. The things I do are, and you of all people know me better than to deny that.” There was a ghost of a smile on Duran’s face as he turned back to his decoration. “You’re right, it looks too vague. I’d fix it up, but I got lazy toward the end. I’m too lazy to do anything about it now.”
“Wait–what,” Blaine asked with a curious stare shot at Duran before glancing back at the tree. “No. I mean–no. I don’t think you should fix it. Leave it up to the imagination. You know? Make them wonder if you intended it one way or the other?” It was a weak attempt at keeping Duran out of trouble but he had to give it a shot. Besides! Who really needed a Christmas light penis on the wall? Oh. Right. Apparently the boy beside him.
“Everything violates a code in one way or another. I’m sure I violate ten codes by just existing, I don’t see how a Christmas decoration in the shape of a dick is even worse. It’s pure artistic creativity, Blaine. You have your singing, I have my…art.”
“Duran. Your mere existence isn’t a code violation by any means. All I am saying is that unlike singing? Penis shaped Christmas lights might get you the wrong kind of attention in a school like DALTON. But? Maybe no one will notice? If you squint? It sort of looks like a Christmas tree?”
“I hung up the lights in the best way I saw fit. Just because they’re not outside or on a tree doesn’t make them not valid. And the shape is your dirty mind talking. Pervert.”
“No! No! I mean–they look–um–great! I’m just pointing out that I’m not sure people will understand your artistic choice for a display without possibly pointing out it might violate a certain code or ten. Other than that? You did a wonderful job!”
“Oh, well, if that’s the case,” Duran said, giving Blaine a lopsided smirk, “Then how about we go out to dinner and dessert sometime soon?” He’d already gotten the yes, now they just needed to actually plan it. “I’d love your number as well. I’ll also give you mine.”
“Here. Send yourself a text and I’ll have it,” Blaine dug his phone from his pocket and typed in the password before handing it over. His hand was shaking and he didn’t notice it until the phone trembled against his fingertips. Great. Only mild embarrassment! A tad! Nothing overly humiliating?! “How about this weekend? If you’ll be around. I’m not sure if you go home to visit or not. But if you don’t? I’m doing absolutely nothing tomorrow?”
“I think that’s a deal I could agree to,” Duran said, unable to stop grinning. “I could, in theory, give you a call later on with a restaurant picked out.” He wanted to make a good impression on his fellow student, so to Duran, location meant everything.
Blaine felt his cheeks getting hotter and inwardly begged for them to stop. It was just a theoretical situation. Dinner. Not a date–right? The word wasn’t specifically used. Dinner and dessert. Nothing to blush over. Yet. Here he was growing increasingly redder by the minute. “I’d even give you my number so we can plan it out better. You know–if you want it for real instead of in theory. Totally up to you. Since we’re only tossing ‘hypothetical ideas’ around.”
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