[Text – Killer] And you want me to be the reliever of all that stress? Consider it done, Killer. [Text – Killer] You want to fill me in on what’s going on with you, first?
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Sebastian. I’m sorry! Ignore that.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I didn’t mean to send it to you. Just having a rough past few days and got my messages mixed up. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) It’s nothing. Well. It’s something. Just a “something” I need to work out. I don’t think you need to listen to my relationship troubles, though. Thank you for the offer.
“You know there’s nothing about you that I don’t believe in,” Blaine spoke softly but their closeness was enough to let his voice be heard in spite of the thunderous applause. Throughout the entire awards show–he could barely bring himself to let go of Rachel’s hand unless it was to applaud or force himself to drink something to clear up the dryness that an open set of lips and sharp breaths at everything he saw kept creating. They were making it. The two of them. Together. Their evening here was only the first of many more twists and turns of their futures towards something amazing. “Just think. Next year?” Her peck to his cheek was quickly mirrored complete with foreheads bumping together before he smiled so wide his eyes pinched at their corners. “There’s nothing stopping you from it coming true either.”
Isaac shook his head. “Well, you clearly haven’t met yourself, then.” His face was that shade of pink that made it clear he was enamoured with the other boy. “I mean, look at you, with your impeccable fashion sense and the passion you have for the things you love.” He chewed on his bottom lip as he just took a moment to take in Blaine. “Y’know, I was kinda surprised you wanted to go out with me, to be honest.” He never did quite see himself as a favourable suitor.
Isaac was so incredibly sweet. Listening to him and seeing the way he blushed just as badly as Blaine knew he must have–judging the fact that his ears were still hot–was enough to make golden hazel eyes soften into nothing less than total adoration. “Thank you. I guess when you love something? Passion needs to go hand in hand with it. Or what’s the point?” A scoff–playful and topped off with a grin–rattled Blaine’s shoulders and the heat was back over the bridge of his nose again. “You’re crazy. Why wouldn’t I want to go out with you? Isaac? I think anyone would be lucky to share your company that and weirdly enough–you let that person be me. Can I pick you up a little early? I have an idea.”
sam: 🙂 sam: tonight? sam: huh sam: sure sam: guess there’s no reason to wait lol sam: what should i wear?
blaine: No! We can totally wait if you want to. blaine: I just thought this was something you wanted to do like now. blaine: You look great in anything. If we do this? Just wear whatever your comfortable in.
blaine: A Henley with an open button up is probably one of my favorite looks on you. If that helps? None of these places are overly fancy.
sam: right sam: yea sam: ok sam: thanks man ur the best sam: and i’ve seen u kiss like a bunch of times dude lol u’d totally be a good kisser sam: i mean remember how u smooched rachel at that party in sophomore year? sam: i knew from BEFORE day one that my boy’s got skills lol
blaine: Right. blaine: Thanks. So are you. Best of the best actually. blaine: Aw. Well. Thanks. I’m sure you’d be pretty great yourself. blaine: How could I forget the infamous “make out session” with Rachel? Ha! blaine: Oh wow, Sam! LOL
Dalton Academy, finally he might have found a sanctuary. No bullying, no constant being afraid of being tossed in a dumpster. And here, the Glee club were stars unlike on McKinley where they were on the bottom of the food chain.
He corrected his tie, perfecting his over all look before stepping inside. Being just as breathless as he had been the first time he’d come there to spy on the Warblers. He walked through the school before seeing the only familiar face he knew on the school; Blaine.
“—Blaine!” he half yelled, a smile on his face.
Blaine left the dorms early wanting to be inside the school when Kurt came to start his first day. He knew how stressful and intimidating being the new kid was. He went through it himself. Quite frankly–in Blaine’s opinion–Kurt has been through enough stress and intimidation to last a lifetime. Dalton was perfect for him and Blaine was going to be there to guarantee it would be.
Sitting on a large chair inside the grand foyer–Blaine held his satchel in his lap. Others passed by and waved or paused to say hello. Not once did his gaze stray from the doorway determined to catch sight of Kurt when he appeared.
And there he was. Not noticing him yet and taking everything in. Blaine smiled warmly and stood up, bid a goodbye to Jeff and waited to be seen.
Their eyes met–Blaine waved. “Kurt! You made it,” the Warbler hurried over and nodded down at his suit. “Check it out? You remembered your jacket this time.” His grin was ear to ear.
Isaac laughed and scratched his own nose. “You can poke my nose as much as you want.” He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. He raised an eyebrow at the boy. “Is there a reason you’re so baffled by my acceptance?” He wondered. After all, Isaac believed it was clear that he was interested.
“Fine. Open season on nose poking. Remember. You started this war,” he laughed lifting one foot to rest on the wall he leaned against. “Sorry. I was hoping it wasn’t that obvious.” Blaine shot an embarrassed grin up at the other boy. “Uhm. Let’s say it has nothing to do with you and more with the seriously bad stroke of luck I seem to not be able to turn around. Maybe today’s the day where things go on the upswing? If I got a date with you? That has to be the case.”
Isaac just thought Blaine was the most adorable thing right then and there. But he was also confused by the surprise look is acceptance got. “It’s a date. A greatdate.” He then proceeded to poked the other’s nose. “Just make sure you breathe during it, okay? I don’t want you to pass out in the middle of all the fun.”
“Yeah! I mean–it’s going to be.” A date! Poor Blaine looked as baffled as he was when he tuned into the fact that Isaac said yes. Owlish eyes blinked until they sparkled with laughter that had him bowing his head down at the nose poke. “Okay, okay. I’ll breathe. I promise.” What followed next was a purposefully overdone narrow eyed stare. “You poked my nose. You realize? You only get the first one free? After that? They’re fair game and I will poke back?”
sam: oh sam: i see sam: thats sam: do u still have a crush on me?
blaine: Good. Because I don’t want to repeat it if I’m making a total fool of myself right now. blaine: I wouldn’t know if I’d call it a crush. I mean.. What would you say if I said yes? Or that I had feelings for you? Or that I really don’t want you finding some random guy to do that with because it sort of makes me wonder why it can’t be me? blaine: I guess I should let you talk. Sorry.
sam: isnt everyone at a club technically “clubish”? lol sam: but yea man, this’ll be my first kiss with a dude sam: dont u think if i’d kissed one already i woulda started questioning then? sam: and i dont think i want my first to be a pity kiss just b/c i cant find anyone else lol sam: its gotta be real u know? even if its just a hookup sam: thanks tho bro
blaine: I guess you’re right. But some are more gross about it than others? I don’t know. It’s hard to explain! Usually the alcohol that brings out the very grabby, hands on approach that can be borderline nasty. blaine: wait blaine: What makes you think that it’d be a pity kiss if I kissed you?
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