meme continuation. @inthequiver

Blaine’s stomach twisted into a knot that was about six loops big when he received the name of the boy he was supposed to tutor after class.  He stood in the doorway of the classroom staring at it for a good full minute before the teacher spoke up and jarred him out of his thoughts so he could answer.  His instinct was to seriously debate whether or not he should keep his volunteer tutor status or tell her he would rather cut his losses and quit right then and there.  Why? Because of the name he read on repeat.

Sebastian Smythe.  Hello knot number seven.

There was no surprise that he arrived at the cafe before Sebastian.  Nor was the fact that he had time to order his coffee, get his order, and pick a table either.  Probably a good thing too. Might give him enough silence to truly figure out why he told the teacher he would instead of going through with just going to his room, closing the door and forgetting he was trying to do a good thing for someone.  Why put himself through that?  All Sebastian’s done since the two of them encountered one another was try to make his life miserable.

What started out as jabs Blaine ignored were becoming ones he couldn’t.  Sebastian didn’t go so far as to break the anti-bullying rules.  At least not far enough that Blaine wanted to go to someone about it.  Having the same issue at Dalton he had at Central was only going to give his father’s argument about what he was going to have to get used to living the life he did more validity. But it was very crystal clear that Sebastian didn’t like him.  Not.  One.  Bit. And it bothered him.

Blaine sat through the taller boy’s approach.  Watched his realization and subsequent distaste of figuring out that Blaine wasn’t here just to sit close by.  And then listened to the complaint.  When he was dismissed–a brow went up and Blaine took a sip of his coffee to stop himself from letting his knee jerk reaction coming out of his mouth.  Instead–when knot eight or nine was added into the mix?  Blaine clamped his mouth shut, looked away and made himself swallow then breathe deep. “Good luck passing then.  You’re going to need it.”  Without saying another word–Blaine closed his book and stood up wishing he’d had gone with his first train of thought to begin with.