remy.

“As I live and breath. If it isn’t Blaine, freaking Anderson.” Remy was just going to lean against the wall as his head tilted to gaze over at the other boy with a little hint of a smirk. He was holding back a few choice words about what Sebastian had told him about the boy. “Sex on a stick” and “This boy has an ass worthy of a Greek god” were certainly among those. Sebastian had always been a little hyperbolic when it came to compliment a guy, even if it might have been justified in this situation. The Smythe twin was just going to push off the wall,  a paint smeared rag in his hands to match the various other paint stains on his white shirt. “You here for pleasure or just to admire some art work?” He asked, his pink hair tilted as he waved his hand around the loft he sometimes shared with his more infamous brother. 

Blaine made his way into the apartment using the key that was given to him after several nights of him wandering here to sleep.  He was expecting Sebastian to be gone.  Home for something his father wouldn’t take no for an answer for.  So when he slid out of his coat and tossed it on a chair–the sound of a voice caught him off guard.  Pivoting, surprise tinted olive skin bright red and owlish hazel eyes caught sight of the figure who he didn’t realize was there.  “Gosh!  Sorry! I didn’t see you. Hi. I thought you were gone,” he cracked an embarrassed smile then furrowed his brows at the pink hair.  Hang on. No way was that Sebastian.  Pink hair?  He wouldn’t be caught dead with that.  Then it clicked. The voice didn’t line up either. Close but that was no draw of a taunt lingering on the tip of his tongue that normally would greeted him for coming over at this hour.  He’d heard stories about the elusive brother he never met.  Not that he ever met many of the Smythes.  Sebastian wasn’t the ‘hang out with the family’ type to the point he’d have brought Blaine around while doing it.  “I–Sebastian lets me crash here,” his voice faded as he cupped the back of his neck and grinned awkwardly meeting Remy’s gaze and shrugging lightly. “Sleep, actually.  I was here for sleep but–sorry.  I’m Blaine..”