( mssg » trent | sent) I know you’re in class. Blowing up your phone before I run into my next one. Sorry! Why didn’t you tell me about this guy Sebastian? ( mssg » trent | sent) I haven’t been gone that long, have I? ( mssg » trent | sent) You better haven’t forgot about me already. I might not be there but something that big? I figured you’d be gushing about him by now?
( mssg » trent | sent) What’s his story? What do you know about him? We spent nearly an hour talking and I have so many more questions. He seems to have heard you guys blowing up my reputation a tad. You’re biased, I hope you know? ( mssg » trent | sent) Still. I can’t stop thinking about our talk. I miss you guys so much. Always will. Today was a huge reminder. One I’ve been trying to not let myself have.
( mssg » trent | sent) We should get together this weekend? I’ll come up there.
“Then don’t.” Sebastian told him, an earnest, but careful, emotion revealed in his eyes, behind the tumbled walls Blaine always kicked down whenever he was around. “I’m serious.” He said, already predicting the breath of laughter that was sure to erupt from Blaine’s lips. Blaine who always took whatever Sebastian said with an Atlantic Ocean of salt. He stepped in, even as his heart lept, encouraged by the way his wrist was being held and touched. “Don’t go.”
He shook his head, asking again, his voice quieter now. “You can crash in my room.” He licked his chapped lips. “And in the morning you can waltz into the provost’s office and tell them you’re coming back. They’ll probably throw at least four feasts in your honor.” He paused for a while, just looking at Blaine… His honeyed eyes that always made Sebastian feel like he was drowning, not in the cheesy, romantic, way, but almost painfully so, his lungs going tightly out of air, even more pain screwed in at the reminder he’d almost ruined one of them. He felt as though one wrong breath, a muscle twitch in the wrong second, and Blaine would crack into a million mirage pieces, and Sebastian would be standing in that room alone. Because it had to be his wild imagination that Blaine had been allowing this, those late nights, and now was even willingly touching him. He wondered if Blaine could feel how his pulse was racing under the touch.
“You don’t seem happy.” And now his voice as almost gentle. Sebastian wouldn’t know. He had never tried to be gentle with anyone else before. But if he could compare it to anything, that was the best he could hope for, that that was what Blaine would hear. “Not lately, Blainers…”
“Stay….”
Then don’t. Blaine fell in line with Sebastian’s predication like clockwork. His eyes, though glistening with a little bit of hope to hear exactly what he had, squinted at their corners. Right before, the soft laugh that rattled in his chest more as series of huffs, barely audible and more seen rather than heard, had him shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Exasperation. Not that he thought Sebastian was crazy. He was anything but that. Hearing what you want to hear and thinking it was possible? A huge difference. Oh, but he didn’t want to walk out of this room and leave the comfort these four walls held inside. The smell of leather and old books. Wood polish and sunshine through the floor to ceiling windows. A faint sound of music and singing in the air long after the voices faded into a murmur of activity behind closed doors leaving only the two of theirs echoing quietly.
Sebastian. Sebastian. Blaine let his knees buckle and sat down on the sofa. His landing untimely and hard enough to make him bounce twice. He never let go of Sebastian’s wrist though. Super glue grip, much?
That would be the reason he wanted to stay most. Someone apart from them. Someone who knew him in ways he’d never let anyone know him. The other parts of himself that Warbler Blaine who transformed into Blaine Warbler when he exchanged navy blue and crimson for bow ties and boat shoes whispered through the other end of the phone. Tapped out in careful texts. Shared underneath a blanket of Westerville stars with the hum of his or Sebastian’s pools in the background. Late nights with Blaine sitting on the floor and Sebastian sprawled out in bed talking. In ways no one could ever know because it would be made into something it wasn’t and he never wanted to be on the end of being chewed up and spat out for the company he kept. Until, you know, he was. Then the incident. Then an ebbing into nothing but radio silence and it’s way too far past salvaging. Heartbreak and a plane ride. Insomnia and stolen trophies. Who would have thought that would be what brought them back together again?
Now, Sebastian was asking him to stay. To crash in his room and pointing out the obvious. That pet name made him break eye contact. “I’m not,” he drug out the the t, stressing the consonant between his front teeth. “I haven’t been.” A glance to the fingers he pressed into freckled ivory skin before pulling, ever-so-lightly, in a gesture for him to come nearer. “I want to be. I’ll stay. Let’s hold the feasts until we talk more? If that’s okay? I could just really use someone to talk to.” Really talk. “You want to go up now? Or we can sit here if you want.”
Sebastian was already driving, when the next texts came through, siri spelling it out for him as he sighed. Figures Blaine would be a troublesome drunk. He’d caught a sliver of it before, but never got to truly experience it, before Kurt got in the way. “Still think you’re that bad, huh? We both know you’re not, killer. Stay put. The real bad here’s coming for you.” He dictated, back, as he stepped harder on the speed pedal. He didn’t want anything to happen to Blaine, ever, and specially not when he’d trusted Sebastian of all people to come fetch him and look out for him. Sebastian had every intention to see him safe and sound, tucked in bed, before the night was over.
He made it through the city, until he reached the more isolated part of town, where gay bars, and freaks like them, frequented. He tightened his shoulders. He hoped Blaine wasn’t walking around. He relaxed as soon as he approached the right block, and spotted a gelled head sat on a street bank. Thank the Devil, and Bacchus, and every power that protected drunkards, and bohemians.
He pulled over, drawing down the windows. “My… If this is where all hot schoolboys hide, I might just have to pop around more often.” He parked then got out, walking towards him. “Time to go, killer. Your smooth ride’s here.”
Walking until he figured he wasn’t sure where to go from here, Blaine flopped down on the edge of the pavement and dug his heels into the rocks, dirt and whatever else sort of treading he could get to keep his knees bent and his legs from falling. It wasn’t the most clean sort of place. Or comfortable. At least he wasn’t sitting just outside the club where people kept coming and going and asking him if he was okay. This would do for now. Until Sebastian got here.
Speaking of the Devil! Didn’t his phone go off a few steps ago? Oh! Yeah! Blaine fished it out of his pocket having to lift his hips up to reach it and stared until the screen blurred into one blurry image that a squint finally let him make out. Ha! Stay put! Like he was getting up any time soon. Nope! He didn’t bother texting back but promised Sebastian with a firm nod of his head that he’d stay put. The glowing bar sign was only less than twenty or so yards behind him, close enough. Sebastian would have to pass by anyway. Kicking at the dirt, he swayed to the right when the sound of a car stopping caught his attention long enough to drag it up from whatever rocks were underneath the sole of his shoe. Sebastian!
“Sebastian! Hi...” An easy, lopsided grin greeted the taller of the pair as he drew near. Blaine waved off the hot schoolboys comment with a roll of his eyes and a drawn out, “Nahhh. I think they’re still inside,” that was a jumble of tones and run-on words. Two attempts to get up had him flustered each time they failed until his hand reached up, fingers wriggling for help!
[ + killer ] right. [ + killer ] the games you play with my fragile heart, blaine anderson. [ + killer ] you don’t say. [ + killer ] because you wanted to give us all mortals a shot at catching up? [ + killer ] THREE guys?? well, well. i’m very impressed. [ + killer ] all i’ve ever wanted. [ + killer ] we’ll see about that once i get there, bud. if you got keys, i’ll sneak you in.
Sebastian was already moving, even as he picked up the phone at intervals, to text back, grabbing a new shirt, shrugging a blazer on, and putting on his shoes. He was by his door when he noticed Blaine hadn’t pinged him yet.
[ + killer ] buddy? i’ma need you to give me that location, now.
One minute later he was inside the car, the one his father’d given to him as a birthday gift a while ago. He started it and checked his phone again, before setting the GPS and starting after Blaine.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) t’s true becase i think you deserve rmeo then a text booty call.w ehre’s the class in thaT? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) befoer you can ask mewhere the class in this is? i already asked msefl taht like a second ago. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) More liek two and a half cause I’m only paying half attention to the one that’s a litle creepy. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) sneak me in? tHeres no one home for you to sneak me past. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) guess who got ourside?
Blaine was over the moon by the time he got outside the bar. Bright eyes that were nearly bursting with not-so-sober giddiness that he once would never have stepped foot outside alone to chase after at the bottom of a glass. Most of the time he’d encourage anyone he cared about from going out alone to drink without a buddy. Heck, even a stranger would, probably, get his advice. Even if they wanted it or not. Yet, here he was. Unpredictably..here.
Speaking of here! He forgot to finish what he was saying. A proud, happy grin over his front teeth later and he pressed send on a two letter reply.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) me.
Only that was the last thing he sent before his phone vibrated in his hand. Shut eyes snapped open and he lifted his head off the wooden pillar beside the bench he’d rested it on. A notification hit Sebastian’s phone. Could you take a guess where it blipped from?
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