| sent ) Sure, you know me. Coffee is my weakness. How do I say no to it? ( mssg »
blaine
| sent ) I hope things are okay!
( mssg » nick | sent ) I knew you couldn’t and that was the point, Nicky. ( mssg » nick | sent ) Yes! Things are okay. They’re better than okay. More like amazing. I’m almost to your door. Hope you’re decent. Ha!
Nick waited for their usual spot at Starbucks, waiting for his friend, Blaine. He had just gotten out of a final exam and lab. Dressed in his purple scrubs he drank his venti coffee, hoping Blaine would come soon because he didn’t want Blaine to drink his coffee cold. Especially since the line was 20 people long.
“ Cmon Blaine.” He whispered.
Hitting traffic when it was at it’s worst had Blaine jogging through the crowd towards the Starbucks where he was scheduled to meet Nick fifteen minutes ago. He cut through where he could, darted around others where he couldn’t and kept muttering apologies while readjusting his satchel close to a dozen times because he kept getting choked by it. Not the best day of days but at least he had spending time with Nick to look forward to.
When he slid into the seat across from his long time friend–his loose curls bounced in front of his eyes. A winded breath blew some out of the way but he shot Nick a guilty, lopsided smile in hopes of making up for being late. “Hey. Hi. Sorry. It’s been a day. Hope you weren’t waiting too long?”
Nick grinned. “Yes, I did. It will make my life crazier but I can handle it.” He said. Sometimes he was even ahead on all his Dalton assignments. He had a perfect grade point average, got high scores on the Ohio graduation tests. He had always been a smart guy but now is when it really mattered. “Well I think I have officially decided. I want to help people, always have. I am
seriously considering med school to become a doctor.” Nick gave him a smile. “I will do it for fun, but I have no interest in starting a career in music.”
“You’d be a great doctor, Nick. Especially a pediatrician,” Blaine hummed lowly as he stuck one arm out from his blankets and wiggled his fingers around until he was able to latch onto the bend of Nick’s armrest. A mind-numbed tug gestured for him to scoot closer and Blaine wouldn’t be satisfied until he did. Just close enough to snag Nick’s hand palm to palm for something to hang onto. “Singing for fun is fine. I just want to make sure the world doesn’t lose your voice. I’m going to New York City. One more year and then–. I never wanna stop singing. Or being around music. As long as I have that? Things like this just don’t seem impossible to overcome,” he smiled but his eye closed sometime during his rant. His thumb traced the soft skin covering Nick’s wrist. “I’ll fix Sebastian,” a yawn pinched his eyelid tight, “As long as no one does anything rash. Okay?” Excuse the rambling. AKA: Blaine’s way of warding off sleep that wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Least it is a valiant try?
Nick was almost to the door when Blaine called him back in. He turned around. “I guess I have a few more minutes.” He agreed and came back closer. Part of him wished he didn’t come at all, but the bigger part was glad he did. He took a deep breath and sat down. He figured it might be a better idea to get Blaine’s thoughts off the subject. He didn’t know how to at first. “So, not sure if you heard but I am starting to get a few college credits online. So when I do manage to go to NYU or wherever I go… I will already be pretty ahead.” He said to Blaine with a smile. He was still on the young side, but it wasn’t unheard of.
Sighing in relief as Nick turned around and returned back to the chair beside the bed–Blaine let his head fall to rest against the pillows. Tired but not tired enough to go to sleep alone, he squirmed around until he was snuggled up under the blankets and on his side facing him. By the time he was settled? Blaine was just a ball of sheets and blankets with his head poking out. Noticing that Nick changed the subject–Blaine let him and was honestly thankful for the switch. If he thought about tonight any more? Sleep wouldn’t be a remote possibility unless the painkillers won out. Which they might anyway. “You did, Nicky? That’s great! I’m really proud of you. What are you thinking of as a major? Decide yet? Please tell me you’re going to keep singing. Your voice is too good to stop all together. Even if you decide on something else.”
“Apparently not. I really don’t know that much, I try to stay out of drama as much as possible. You know me Blaine.” Nick sighed. “But honestly? This is the first time something this bad has ever happened to the Warblers. It is taking a long time to fully comprehend anything that has happened.” He looked at Blaine sadly. When Nick answered his question he sighed. “okay.” He replied, wanting to say “good” but everything is not good. This is not how things should be. He nodded. “I wont say anything, promise. And you know me, Blainers. I KEEP my promises.” He said, looking at his phone to see the time. “I probably should get going. The nurses said I had like 10 minutes until visiting hours were over when I passed them.” He sighed, getting up from the chair that was next to Blaine’s bed.
“I know you do,” but he couldn’t hide the relief that showed clearly when Nick promised he wouldn’t tell on Sebastian. Blaine wanted to handle things first for a number of reasons. The main one being Sebastian’s homelife put aside? He had questions for Sebastian that he wanted answered himself. Not from parents or authority figures. Worse yet? The police. He was already getting ready to lie to them once he was told that after he rested they’d be there to get a statement. The idea of talking to them? It hit too close to memories of the past he’d fought hard to put away. And still–on quieter nights–had the uncanny ability to sneak up and catch him off guard enough to make a sliver of panic creep back in with the memory that’d play out before he could put a stop to it. Tonight? It’d done it twice. Like that night was waiting with a vengeance for a chance to be remembered. This time? He planned on lying to them. Which made Nick’s and the other Warblers silence crucial. “Nick? Wait–sit down. A few more minutes won’t hurt–right?”
Nick knew that Blaine leaving Dalton was in the past and he couldn’t undo anything, even if he really wanted to. Nope, not at all. He felt for Blaine, he was unable to do anything and it was all up to the New Directions and they have done the work. He shook his head, looking down. “No, not really. All I really know is that he was jealous of what you and Kurt had, and that is why he wanted it to happen to him and not you. Still doesn’t make it right. But the only thing he told us was that it was JUSTa slushie before hand.” Nick told his friend, remembering the day. It all went so quickly and then continued. “We all just found out what he put in, it was rock salt… gosh Blaine if I had ANY idea it would happen I would have stopped it in a heart beat. There is no doubt about it. I am so sorry this happened to you. Let me tell you something, he will get what is coming. Dalton’s zero tolerance policy might finally have a use.” He said, grabbing his friends hand. “How do you feel though really? Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, sorry.” He said looking down at the floor. He did’t know why he couldn’t talk to Blaine in this state. This is not how things should be. “I am glad to see you too Blaine. You have no idea. Things will get better soon. Warblers honor.”
“I thought my relationship wasn’t an issue anymore.” That was wrong. Blaine knew that “cloud” lingered in the background of their conversations that often borderlined on inappropriate. Ones he denied to Kurt were anything close. To the point that he felt guilty for lying. But he didn’t think the underlying tension would come to a head like this. Above all? Sebastian was his friend. A betrayal of stealing a setlist and announcing it to his friends where he got the information was an extreme in Blaine’s book. One he had yet to confront Sebastian on but after he got over the hurt? He fully planned on doing. Until–things spiralled even worse and here we are. An extreme that went beyond–beyond. Everything was broken. Blaine was left sitting in the hospital overnight wondering how he could have saw it coming and stopped it. Instead of feeding into it like he felt he did. This was all so screwed up. “It hurts–yeah. They kept me here because–under eighteen and just taking safety measures. I’ll go home in the morning til I come see a specialist and they determine the extent of the damage and what has to be done.” Don’t even get him started on how petrified he was when he thought about what might happen if it was too much. No amount of reassurance from the E.R. doctor could put that worry to rest. “Nick? Before any of you say anything? I want to talk to Sebastian first. Listen. I haven’t named him as being the one who did it. I got in trouble but..I know what he goes through at home. If his Dad found out? Can you tell the guys to let me talk to him? Just–don’t say anything yet. If it comes to that–we can. I promise. Please promise me too, okay?”
Nick could not help himself. He could have done something to help prevent this. If only he knew that this would happen, Sebastian’s stupid actions could have been worse, thankfully they were not but that is besides the point. He wiped the tear from his cheek and sat down, taking a deep breath as if it would help compose himself. He smiled at boy next to him, he really missed Blaine so much. Nothing has ever been the same since Blaine left Dalton. “I am fine really…except my best friend is in the hospital because of something the Warblers- well Sebastian did. So no I am not okay.” He paused. “How are you?” He questioned him. “That is the real question. I am sorry I just now came… I wanted to come to your side when it happened. That is one of my biggest regrets.” He told him. Sebastian went way too far, Blaine had to have a surgery to help him get better and that had to be expensive. He knew it was.
Blaine bowed his head to blurrily watch his hands ball two fistfulls of blankets. This was all so wrong. The Warblers became his competition when he left Dalton–true. But he always had it in mind that they were brothers before rival performers. Nick, Jeff, Trent and the others were undoubtedly the catalysts to him becoming who he was after being a shell of himself. Dalton and they saved him. They knew him. Knew what happened. And they promised that they’d always be there for one another. Yes. He left physically but the his love for them? Ran deep. Deeper than performances and song lists. The bond they had was supposed to survive everything. Or maybe he wouldn’t have–no. He couldn’t think that. Leaving Dalton wasn’t a mistake but leaving them vulnerable and in the hands of someone that could make them into what he saw inside that parking garage? Felt like his responsibility. Whether it or was or not. “I’m so sorry that you’re upset, Nick. You got here as quick as you could. Honestly? I’m just glad to see you,” he smiled but there wasn’t enough unf in it to be much of one. “What was he thinking? Has he said anything? If that’d hurt Kurt,” he clamped his mouth shut and shrugged. What was he supposed to say on how much worse that would’ve been?
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