Tag: v: this place is a ghost town

can’t figure you out. @clarington-the-hunt

Sebastian didn’t think that Blaine would reply to him. Nope, he didn’t have a shot in hell. Not after what he did. That’s not to say he was sorry. Sebastian was almost never sorry. It just wasn’t who he was,.. except of course when it came to Blaine. In a way. He wasn’t sorry he tried to kiss him. He was sorry however that it didn’t turn out how he expected, with Blaine practically leaping from his car like a scared zebra running away from a scared lion. He was leaving his History of Western Civilization class when he felt his phone buzz. “Sweet,” he muttered to himself as he walked out of the classroom and through the halls ignoring the ’hellos,’ and needy smiles of the boys he banged.

‘Oh good you’re up. I guess that means you haven’t been murdered,’

He joked in a dry- humor type of way.

‘I was beginning to think that you didn’t like me,’ He texted back and made his way to his bedroom.

‘Is it okay for me to call or are you in the middle of something?” He asked as he jumped on top of his bed which smelled heavily of him and Hunter.

Blaine read through the texts as his stomach sank further with each step until he slowed to a stop and stood still letting the foot traffic flow around him.  His half-a-mind to tuck his phone away until he was out of class–or not reply at all turned into–guilt.  He felt guilty leaving Sebastian in the mess he saw inside a room that used to be his safe place but resembled a graveyard of it and the memories he made there when Hunter went to his extreme to get his attention.  Yet–he missed them and maybe if he was there–this never would have happened.  It was a mess he was trying to figure out.  A stroke of wishing Kurt was here so he could have him to talk to made the feeling worsen to the point he turned with a sigh and finally texted back.

( mssg » sebastian smythe | sent ) Not like you?  Come on.  This is me you’re talking to.
( mssg » sebastian smythe | sent ) Give me a minute to get to a place I can talk.  Still at McKinley.  Then.  Yes.  You can call. 

The auditorium was empty when he walked inside and ducked into a spot near one of the massive red curtains that stretched up into the inky pitch black of the ceiling high overhead. Blaine sat down and crossed his legs underneath his thighs holding the phone in his lap.  It was given a hard stare as he puffed out a breath of caving in and typed the next line.

( mssg » sebastian smythe | sent ) Okay.  I’m good.  Call whenever your ready.

Because he wasn’t sure he would ever be ready for this conversation.

Kidnapped! ⋈ Blunter

clarington-the-hunt:

Sebastian was going in for the kill, he was going to nibble on Blaine’s earlobe when Blaine practically leaped out of the car like a frightened gazelle. He chewed on his lips and tried to stifle a laugh when Blaine almost fell. He felt a little bad but it was pretty funny. “Are you okay, killer?” Sebastian asked. He knew Blaine wouldn’t be upset with his chuckling, Blaine knew him very well. “You almost fell..” He stopped when Blaine started to walk away. When Blaine jumped out he had hoped that Blaine jumped from pleasure and that that he was finally going to have Blaine beneath him. “Uhh yea.. text me..” He stared at Blaine, watching him walk away and he hoped that he didn’t ruin his relationship with him. Blaine was tempting but he would rather have him as a friend. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He’d talk to Blaine later, he had an itch to scratch and he knew that Hunter will be more than willing to lend him a hand or two. 

It had been two days since he last seen or spoken with Blaine and had it been another guy the silence wouldn’t have affected Sebastian, but this was Blaine and he was different, as much as he hated to admit it.  He walked out of his and Hunter’s dorm room with his face stuck on his cell phone. 

Sebastian: Hey Killer, how’s it hanging, babe? 😉

He hoped Blaine would see in the simple humorous text just how much he missed him. 

In those two days–Blaine was doing his best to put the entire situation behind him.  However? There was something gnawing at the pit of his stomach about it that made his efforts increasingly difficult.  The Warblers he encountered inside the common room weren’t the Warblers he knew when he left Dalton.  They never would have gone to the lengths that they did in getting him to come there to listen to their “leader” pitch a “return to Dalton” talk that started out with–no easier way of putting it–kidnapping him from the locker room via knocking him out.  What was going on there?  He’d like to say that Hunter was the absolute common denominator in the problem but their change began before he got there.  If Sebastian didn’t put the rock salt in the slushie that almost blinded him?  Someone had to.  An idea that he couldn’t just blame one person who sure as heck seemed like he deserved it left Blaine sleepless for two nights in a row.  A text message to Trent came back with an agreement to meet later that week. Why didn’t he contact Sebastian?

Those reasons ran deeper and were several of many that ended up in a toss or turn under his covers til dawn came.  Could he even trust his friend anymore? Of all the people to protest and stand apart from the rest?  Blaine expected Sebastian to be that.  Turns out—maybe not. Putting what happened in the car aside?  Maybe he needed a clearer head before talking to him.  Kurt was out of the question and Blaine had no one to blame than himself for that.  God–not being able to reach out to the one person he would have in a heartbeat just made everything worse.  No, he’d deal with Trent.

His phone went off between classes–telling him he had a message waiting for him.  His tongue dug against his lip and pulled it between his teeth when he read the name and the message. Sighing softly, he took a breath and texted back.

( mssg » sebastian smythe | sent ) Tiredly?  How’re you?  🙂