tate.

_{“I can stay the night if you want me to.”  It was the weekend after all, so Blaine wouldn’t be getting up early.  Tate would never admit it, but sometimes he liked to follow him around during his routine.  It wasn’t meant to be in a creepy sort of way ; Blaine was just his only friend in a good, long while.  He liked to spend time with him, whether he knew it or not.  “I can’t imagine how lonely and isolated it must feel to have moved so far away. Especially into a big house like this.”  This house just oozed discomfort.  It always had, and Tate wasn’t even sure at this point if it were the spirits that perpetually wandered around inside.  Something about it was just so terribly — Off.  “Why did you move, anyway? I mean, yeah, Los Angeles is nice and stuff.  People like to be near Hollywood, though if you asked me, it’s not as special the second time around.  It’s not like they show in the movies.”  While films showed nothing but the glitter and glam of a city that was made from lights, the truth was so far different.  Homelessness was rampant and it was filled mostly with people who had their dreams crushed long ago.  This is what happened to his mother, after all.  And now she drank her sorrows away.}

“Sometimes, it gets so quiet every creak makes me think someone’s here.  A sure sign I watch too many horror movies when I’m alone and should probably stop,” Blaine confessed but then backed the confession up with a joke because how childish could admitting you get creeped out from the house settling get?  “You’re more than welcome to stay.”  Quickly adding that in to graze over the subject of him preferring not to be alone once again, Blaine took the chance to change the subject.  Though answering the question made him cringe inwardly.  Chewing on his bottom lip–he turned and relaxed his head back against the headboard.  “I–ah.  Something happened at my old school.  After a dance.  Ended up with me in the hospital and my Dad deciding we needed to have a fresh start somewhere else.  My brother suggested here.  My Dad put in for a transfer and here we are..”  Smiling faintly, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and tried to pretend he was more fine with everything than he actually was.  Guilt ran deep with Blaine and he wasn’t as over it as he pretended to be.  “So you like it here instead then?”