starter call request – Page 3 – pianokeysandbowties

Blaine couldn’t keep his mind focused on a single line of thought if it was going to save his life. Coming to the Lima Bean alone was a brilliant idea to tune out glee club and the mess at Dalton so he could get some homework done. Two coffees in and he still wasn’t feeling it. His pen hit the page of his open textbook and rolled into the center crease. A frustrated grunt and he closed the cover shutting the pen inside. His hand–now pen free–was absentmindedly drawn to the pocket of his sweater without something to occupy it.

Inside was the fraying edges of the reason why he couldn’t get more than a paragraph of anything read before his mind wandered ~~home~~ to Dalton. A business card that’d been slipped inside his pocket without him noticing. Sebastian must have done it during his unceremonious and rather surprising tug into a one arm hug after walking him to his car. Blaine didn’t notice it was there until he was getting ready for bed the same night two nights ago. His reminder (like he needed on) of him. Hunter Clarington and his ultimatums, his place at the head of the Warbler council and what in the hell was he turning them into that they’d agree to any of this? “Fine. Whatever,” he mumbled to himself and typed in the ~~wrong~~ number firing off a text message that was three days coming and he finally couldn’t hold in anymore.

( mssg » wrong # | sent ) As you can see? I’m breaking the promise I made to myself of not contacting you. You’re wrong about a lot of things. But one thing you’re right about is what Dalton means to me and always will. We need to talk.
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Theatricality aside, please? You and me. Keep Sebastian out of this.

starter call request! @tinawithtwocees

“Hey, Tina? You busy? I have a serious favor to ask you,” Blaine hurried to catch up gripping the strap of his brown leather satchel tight to keep from knocking into several people between them. “Technically–I have a serious favor to ask you to agree to that I already volunteered you for. I promise it isn’t anything too terrible?” He cringed putting on his best begging face complete with upturned eyebrows and a heavy dose of puppy dog eyes. “Mostly–? Sort of” Better yet! Added into the mix was a huge smile and a rock up onto his tip toes/bounce. He’d feel guilty for pulling out all the cute on her later. “Wait! First! Have I told you how pretty you look today??”

Tonight was the first night that Blaine agreed to go out/out. His nerves were already thin from dealing with the visit and weren’t really up for running into anyone they knew just yet. Small towns. Word travels fast and his phone was already blowing up with messages to meet up from people he knew weren’t completely thrilled him and Sebastian together. Rachel proved that on the first dinner date. In Lima, they were at square one. Awkward smiles and weird pleasantries until they figured out this relationship was the best thing for him in a long time. If they refused to trust Sebastian? They needed to trust him. If they were going to stay in town for long? Avoidance wasn’t going to work. Stir craziness was kicking in. Sebastian’s rationale that they needed to get out? Spot on. Scandals it was..

Flash forward past the part where Blaine decided that he needed to stop worrying over something that he was blowing out of proportion and here they were here several drinks in–dancing! Sebastian’s hand was on his hip and Blaine couldn’t resist the urge to spin around with a devilish grin as he brushed his hips up against him. They both moved semi-drunkenly to a random song he didn’t know the lyrics of but it had a great beat. A navy blue dotted bowtie dangled from his neck having been pulled loose about thirty minutes –and two drinks– ago. Laughter at a whisper beside his ear lit up his eyes as he looked back to the bar wondering if the line died down enough that they could go for round – three? four? Hold on..

Wasn’t he in New York?

Kurt. Like gravity pulled his attention to where his ex stood. Blaine’s heart skipped, his smile slipped but then returned with a minor flinch. Sebastian’s hand gripping his hip tighter hinted that he noticed why. A deep breath got him through that oh-so-familiar shade of blue greeting him back. Blaine lowered Sebastian’s hand from his hip after a squeeze and turned to give him a kiss on his cheek. Not for show, but to reassure him he was fine. Blaine’s heels touched down on the dancefloor–he needed to say hello at the very least. His hand lifted in a curt wave as he approached, teeth and the tip of his tongue worrying the edge of his lip before he smiled a-little-too-brilliantly. “H-Hey! Kurt!” What now? Hug him? Wave again? Stand there like a daft moron and offer him a handshake? Blaine went through all the motions. From a hand stuck out, to a wanna-be reach of arms that ended up being this weird back pat combination-thing. That did not work out the way he imagined. “How are you?”