Blaine returned Trent’s little wave as the last of the Warblers, who all but him recently dispersed from their usual table, stood up from his chair. He watched as his friend hurried off to go finish the last of his assignments before the weekend started, a pleasant smile met Trent’s back and then he was gone leaving him the sole person left at the only empty table inside Dalton’s cafe’. Lifting his coffee to take a sip, Blaine hummed at the taste as he flipped through the pages of sheet music they were bickeringvery passionately discussing for the better part of two hours. What song would be the start? The middle? The big, hopefully impressive ending? And why did they all but say they wanted him to pick? His cup was sat just within reach, teeth worrying against his bottom lip as a shadow caught his attention.
Glancing up at the tall boy, Blaine noticed he looked like he was trying to find a place to sit. Another cursory look over his shoulder at how many students were still milling about–the Warbler cleared his throat to get the boy’s attention. “Busy time to be here. Everyone’s getting their after class caffeine fix,” his smile was warm and open, “There’s plenty of room at this table. You can sit here if you want to…?”
Puck chuckled at Blaine’s second question and quickly closed the front door, glad he didn’t have to feel the cold air any longer. “I’ve been good, dude. Uh, I mean, I haven’t gotten into any fights recently. I might still be skipping my math class…you would too if you had my teacher. The guy’s a jackass who enjoys making my life a living hell. He knows I suck at math and always calls on me, basically laughing when I don’t get the right answer. If I don’t skip the class, I’d probably end up hitting him…which would be bad, even though it’d serve him right!” He shook his head in frustration. “Uh, do you want me to hang up your coat?” he asked. He was so happy to see Blaine again. “And how are you?”
Blaine shrugged out of his coat and let it hang across his left forearm while giving Puck a playful what was pretending to be ‘incredulous’ look. “You mean to tell me you haven’t gotten into trouble at all? Except skipping math class? And you’re behind honest? Wow.” His bottom lip inched up to press against his upper in a thoughtful/impressed pout. “I have to say that I’m either going to ask if you’re the real Puck? Or give you more guff and ask if I’m rubbing off on you.” An easy grin by laughter thanks to his complete enjoyment out of giving Puck a hard time. That’s what he gets for not inviting him over sooner. Maybe this time–he’ll learn his lesson? “You know–schools usually frown on students hitting each other. Pretty sure hitting a teacher is even worse. How about you try to steer clear of both? And, yes! Thank you.” He quickly shrugged out of his coat and tugged his scarf across the left side of his neck to remove it so he could give both to Puck. “Me? I’m great. Lots of practice and helping Kurt settle in. He’s struggling to find his niche’ but he’ll get there. How are you guys adjusting with him being at Dalton? I’m surprised no one’s visited yet..”
( mssg » duran | sent ) Are you serious? ( mssg » duran | sent ) Rhetorical question. I know you’re serious. ( mssg » duran | sent ) It’d be hard to top the penis shaped Christmas tree. I think that might do the job. You’re going to get yourself expelled. ( mssg » duran | sent ) I was. Sort of? This is worth being woken up for. 🙂
“I don’t remember who asked me. It wasn’t a warbler though, probably someone who likes them though.” Duran was still grinning, smile only growing upon seeing how flustered Blaine was starting to look. “It was tons of fun though. I wish you’d have been there. Pretty sure half the warblers were taking pictures, and I think some of them started singing. I honestly wasn’t paying attention.” Well, he was. He was paying enough attention to know Blaine wasn’t in the room at the time of this happening. Honestly, Duran would do it again even without a bribe, after checking to make sure Blaine was with the other Warblers. He didn’t know why he had a compulsive need to show off, since he was almost sure Blaine returned his affections, but Duran still liked the thrill of making him blush.
“Someone who likes them? I’d hope so. Don’t you think it’d be rather weird if–,” Blaine stopped mid-sentence when the fog lifted and ‘I wish you’d have been there’ caught up. “I–I wish I’d would’ve got the chance to watch.” Well. That was a sentence you could read novels into! Blaine kept on like he didn’t realize how it could’ve been taken. “Them chipping in with a song doesn’t surprise me. Of course they would.” Blaine grinned just shy of the laughter that had him pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He could practically feel the heat from his cheeks radiating against the inside of his palm. Just then, from behind them, a soft gasp could be heard from a freshman who stared at the penis tree like it was both confusing and terrifying. The two of them got a look of complete baffled disbelief before the younger boy scurried off and Blaine’s mouth gaped open in his wake. His lopsided grin and jab of his elbow against Duran’s side said it all. “Great. I swear. If he’s going to get a teacher? You better tell them I’m an innocent bystander. How about plausible denial? We could be gone by the time they get here–if they are coming—and leave them wondering where we went off to?”
it’s a funny story;; one he isn’t quite SURE how to relay. instead, hartley allows himself an IDLE moment to think, allow the whole amiable, good – natured BUDDY vibe to settle between them. just throw it out there, rathaway, what’s the WORST that could possibly happen?? ❛ WELL. as it just so happens, i have to go to this little country club charitydinner on friday and i’m short a plus one. ❜ significant, considering his parents have been concerned about his lack of PEERS as of late——–
❛ what do you say?? everything will be on ME. ❜
Did Hartley just ask him out on a date? Blaine blinked–eyes combing over Hartley’s for a moment as he sat his stirrer off to the side. A warm rush of heat spread over the bridge of his nose. “I–.” It was just a question. Simple enough to answer. Because–of course–his answer would be.. “Are you–? I’d love to. Of course. Yes.” He quickly pressed the edge of a fingernail into his palm in an effort to get the pitched tone of his voice under control. “I know how BORING those things can be without someone around to talk to. First hand experience. And it’s awful,” he grinned trying harder to hide how secretly excited he suddenly was at the idea. Though, of course, he had to burrow his brows together and blurt out something awkward to break the secret right after. “It’s a date,” he hummed before stopping mid-thought and lifting up a hand motioning like he was trying to erase the last three words before Hartley was offended or thought he read too much into it. “I mean–I didn’t–you know. Figure of speech? Um.. Yeah.”
( mssg » duran | sent ) This is going to be weird. Don’t judge me until I finish okay? I don’t know about you but I’m tired of everyone I know tossing their “we made out in the choir room” or “we made out in the library” or wherever else they manage to sneak to off hours stories around when I have absolutely nothing to contribute. ( mssg » duran | sent ) What I’m saying is.. Let’s make our own story worth telling. Meet me tonight? Somewhere. We’ll figure it out. ( mssg » duran | sent ) I’m not saying that’s the only reason why I am asking you this question. There’s others but I don’t want to make you think worse of me than these messages probably already do. ( mssg » duran | sent ) Dear Blaine, this is still a horrible pitch. What are you thinking? Try again next week. Until then? Get your head on straight. You’re horrible at this. -Me
Two minutes later..
( mssg » duran | sent ) Um.. I didn’t delete those..did I?
Every movement performed by the Warbler didn’t go unnoticed by Connor.
It was almost like he was watching one of those BBC documentaries about the animal kingdom. When a predator picked it’s prey and slowly approached in for the kill. Connor was the predator and Blaine was that sweet adorable deer in whom he was about to sink his teeth in. The way he looked at him was curious. Almost endearing. Trying to read past his initial movements while seeking to keep some distance between them until Blaine could evaluate the true purpose of him being there. Was he that blind? Couldn’t he realize the effect he had on other people? How attractive he was? Connor’s head tilted once more, his eyes scanning down Blaine’s frame and getting him undressed in his mind. Picturing how handsome he would look bending over that piano, moaning his name in that musical tone he used while practicing with the Warblers.
“Don’t tell me I’m making you nervous, Samwise Gamgee.”
Another step forward followed by another and Connor reduced the distance between them in a couple of steps so that he could be close to Blaine. He could see him perfectly now. See how tense he was due to that approach. He could feel the scent of his cologne, see the spark of curiosity behind those big, brown eyes. Definitely attractive. No wonder there was so many people after him. And his ass? Uff – He had an ass for days and Connor simply wanted to touch it. Taste it. Bang it. And what Connor Walsh wanted – he usually got.
“Connor Walsh. Transferred student.” Connor knew he could at least introduce himself. As for the other question – maybe he could give Blaine a preview of his problem. “It’s a rather problematic issue. You see…”Connor smiled his most dashing smile as he reached out to take one of Blaine’s hands onto his own, touching his knuckles ever so gently without ceasing the eye contact. Those were really pretty eyes. And he did had an handsome face. And he was hot all around. “This problem I have? You are partially responsible for it.” Their faces were closer now and Connor couldn’t prevent a grin from forming on his lips as he placed Blaine’s hand against his crotch. There was where the hard issue was. All eight inches of it. “Think you can take care of this problem, Yoda? It’s your fault it had became this hard and… unbearable.”
This pulse began to quicken. Faster and faster. It rushed through his veins in a frantic, dizzying pace. Louder and louder until it was a deafening thunder in his ears. He barely heard Connor calling him another Tolkien reference as a dry tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. Blaine forced a swallow and ran the roughness of it back and forth over the ridges of his gums to wet it again. His breathing turned shallow–stopped–and then purposefully filled his lungs in an agonizingly slow inhale. His refusal to shift his feet even an inch sending one message while the throbbing vein running up the curve of his neck said something quite the opposite.
Finally one toe to heel step backwards.
He never felt so under the microscope as he did when Connor’s gaze moved down his body yet again. Without a single care whether or not he noticed. They both knew he would. Connor wanted him to. Didn’t he?
Polished onyx stopped him. No room to move and Connor was too close for a step sideways. A frustrated glance down at his reflection in the mirror-like surface. “Problematic,” he asked with a flick his attention back to Connor. The moment his hand was taken sent chills up his arm. Blaine wished he could’ve kept his mouth shut as a shudder danced along his spine. Lips parted and he stared into Connor’s eyes not daring to look away. Considering where his first instinct to look was. A grin spread like the Cheshire Cat’s–slow and knowing–over Connor’s mouth. “I’m responsible? I haven’t done…” There was a slickness over Connor’s bottom lip. Blaine could almost taste the flavor of it. “Anything…”
A movement, the press of an unmistakably hard length against his palm. The world tilted sideways, fire splashed from his stomach and ran all the way to his feet where toes curled against the soles of his shoes. Fingers twitched and curled inward along Connor’s problem. “Oh…,” not able to see much between them with one glance down, Blaine bit through the way Connor’s problem was becoming his own problem and pulled whatever willpower he had to press his lips together and then curve them into a smile. Long lengths straightened out leaving his palm in place as he whispered words he could barely believe he mustered up. Through a furious blush he hated himself for having, they came. “I don’t see why this is my fault and–I’m pretty sure you can take care of it one handed. I doubt my help is necessary at all.”
“You know, that’s a good idea. Chance of scenery probably helps with motivation. I imagine road trips of any kind are better with friends than parents. You can actually enjoy yourself.” At least, that’s the point Tina got from the movies that she watched which featured road trips in them. She focused on the barista for a few moments so she could order her mocha latte. Reacting a few moments too late to Blaine paying for their drinks, she could only playfully roll her eyes at him .If they ran into each other again, she would certainly return the favor. “I think that I would like that and I could always use another friend. Just don’t ask for details on what the New Directions are planning and I’ll do the same regarding the Warblers.”
Tina couldn’t help grinning at Blaine. He seemed nice and sane which was something she could use more of. “Though, general music discussion on favorite songs, recommendations and the like are perfectly acceptable.” At his comment, she couldn’t help blushing but also thinking that Artie could use a few lessons. “Thanks Blaine, that means a lot. At McKinley……,” she paused to try to figure out the right words, “being different is frowned upon by the majority of the student body.” Tina didn’t answer his other questions right away. Leaning on the counter, she tried to figure out what to say that wouldn’t have Rachel coming after her, should she find out. “We have been meeting since the first day of school, coming up with ideas and the like while dealing with recruitment.” Nothing was set in stone yet and they were still finding their footing.
“You’re more than welcome to ignore my barrage of questions then,” he grinned coyly at the set of rules he just broke not a blink of an eye later. Honestly, it was completely by accident! He was only aiming for polite conversation. Any idea of going to the Warblers with the answers didn’t even cross his mind. They might slightly go for an edge now and then by sneaking into theaters or doing other lightly nefarious–thing Diet Nefarious!–things to get a leg up on the competition. Sure. Hey! If the events were being held at say..a different school–they knew their acoustics, layout and what went with it! Why couldn’t the Warblers, too? Stuff along those lines! And it wasn’t all the time! Not usually! On occasion it was some sort of weird bonding moment they shared. Don’t ask him–he was just usually along for curiosity’s sake! But what they did was nothing like outright stealing information and using it against the competition or two their advantage to the level one would call it boldfaced cheating!
“We can’t take music completely out of this new relationship, Tina. I’m willing to compromise and say our personal favorites are more than acceptable to be talked about. I mean it’s music. I’m not sure we can’t talk about it from one music lover to another at some point. Right?” Hazel eyes squinted and a small frown tugged his lips downwards. He understood first hand what being different could do to you damage wise. Whether it ends up the way it did for him. Or how it affects someone else. No one deserved to go through their own personal hell just because of who they were. “I’m sorry. That’s not right.. Does that happen a lot? Because you seem pretty great! If that means anything coming from a stranger. And that’s great that you guys are getting there.“
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