hunter.

Strong fingers wrapped around Blaine’s wrist, making up for the lost contact he had instantly missed. His eyes were fixed to the ground, as the events from the past few minutes flashed in pictures in his mind. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to… GOD, he wanted to but his head always spoke louder than his heart. It was how he was raised. His Father always told him that would make him a man.  It was almost INSTINCT to grab Blaine by the wrist, to hold him in place and to stop him from leaving. They had definitely gotten themselves into a messy situation already, and Hunter was unsure how much better he’d feel if Blaine did leave. He would be left alone with hi thoughts, something he knew would keep him up ALL NIGHT.

“STAY.” It was so quiet, Hunter barely even heard it. He breathed it in a whisper, and finally his eyes moved from the floor to lock with Blaine’s. There was suddenly a feeling of weakness, of need. All things Hunter was unfamiliar with. Maybe he wasn’t what Blaine wanted, but hell, in that second he didn’t care. Maybe he was only a stepping stone to help him get over his ex, but in that moment he would be anything that Blaine needed him to be. “Stay.” He repeated. “I don’t want you to.. Go.”

Stopped in his tracks–Blaine blinked down at the hand holding his wrist then turned enough to run his gaze up Hunter’s arm and directly into his eyes.  The confidence he exuded every time he performed with the boys he’d come to miss and ache for so bad that he’d have done anything to be near (and finally had that opportunity) was gone.  Unsurety, hurt and confusion was left behind turning the rims of his eyes red and glistening.  Blaine didn’t make a movement to pull his wrist free from the strong grip holding him in place.  He only bit his lip and squinted, head tilted as he tried to figure out what Hunter really wanted.  Words were one thing.  Stay.  Go.  The truth was something he was starting to believe he had to see instead of trust in.

“What do you want me to do?  I don’t understand.  I don’t want to make any more mistakes.  Not here.  With you or at all.  I can’t ruin this place when I just got here.”  His greatest fear.  That he’d make a mistake and Dalton would be filled up with regret and ghosts he couldn’t escape either.  There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to prevent that from happening.  Even if he had to keep everyone at an arm’s length and be a little lonely (but happy) like before when no one was looking.  And everyone’s sunshiney golden boy when they were.