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       Victor was not an interesting guy, contrary to Blaine Anderson’s thought process. Blaine was easily mislead and manipulated because as Sebastian had pointed out plenty of times, his heart was too big for his body, and he thought the best in people; whereas Sebastian assumed the worst. In some round about way they met in the middle and together, they did pretty good for themselves. Night and day, really. Sebastian hummed in response, raking over Blaine and doing his best to ignore the teasing look as his tongue played peek-a-boo with the all too Cheshire smile. “Didn’t think I needed to, plus wasn’t sure if he’d managed to squeeze in the ‘Biting The Heads Off Doves’ lesson yet.” Sebastian shrugged half heartedly, another jab this time aimed at the Ozzy Osbourn realness of 2018′s own goth. Everyone dressed and presented themselves as they did for attention, so if he didn’t want it, he shouldn’t have done it. It was no different than Hummel constantly looking like a Puerto-Rican Pride float, even if he’d traded in most of it for something a little more alone-in-the-woods appropriate. It’s why Sebastian always looked like a million bucks, so really, it wasn’t his fault Victor looked as he did, nor should he be held accountable for the self inflicted commentary. 

      Sebastian’s eyes flicked down to Blaine’s hand, but he made absolutely no move to mirror or comment on the action, which in itself wasn’t typical but he was in no rush to give in. Not when he’d been on ignore basically all night, which was basically super offensive, especially when he could see exactly where the other’s attention had been. The Warbler’s laughter was fuel to his fire, egging him on further, which he’d happily oblige. “Did you two set up a date for the his next Satanic ritual? We’ve only got a few more days till the full moon and I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to miss it for the world.” Seb paused as his brows pulled together in a sudden faux thought,  “He does know you’re not a virgin though, right? Just in case he tries to tie you down and sacrifice you to his dark lord and savior, Satan.” In reality, Sebastian was just getting started, and could realistically go for hours before he started scraping the bottom of the barrel. Then again, with someone like Frankenstein? It might take days to run out of material, if not weeks.

      Funny how they both seemed to always be on the same page. All Blaine got out clearly was ‘Victor’s a great guy’, and his own hand was unclasping from the back of his head, and curling around to cover Blaine’s mouth so the rest was just enough to understand if he were listening properly, but to most it would be nothing more than a mumble. “It’s not being mean, it’s being observant, Captain Oblivious.” A fatal flaw for Blaine Anderson, but he had Sebastian to see right through everything. “Bet he’s a total necrophiliac.” Sebastian managed out with a curve of legitimate disgust, because he was already wondering if the guy brought his laptop, and how hard it would be to prove his suspicions if so. Sebastian’s arm dropped down so it was resting against Blaine’s chest, fingers tapping a little ways above his belly button. “I can promise you, I won’t like he guy.” It’s not that he was being condescending, but there was a mass amount of judgement and the disgust from seconds ago only increased at the stupid attempt at wishful thinking. “You’ve got a really great ass.” Which was about all Blaine was going to get right now after the events of the evening and the innocent wishful thought which was more of a direct assault on Sebastian’s character. “But same, let’s be honest. Spend many more nights with him and he’ll have the Ouija board out, and next thing I’ll know, you’ll be trying to stab me in my sleep. Some initiation into Satanism or whatever the fuck he’s into.” 

    Sebastian certainly never lacked when it came to judgement. Funny how it was Kurt that took it too far, and had the same treatment turning back on him. Blaine’s hand covering his mouth. Typically he’d have no problem licking his palm, making it known how ineffective the little move was, but where his hand had been, and what he’d touched was too much to cover, even in his current state, so he rolled his eyes back into his head and tried to suppress the laugh that was building, threatening to derail the lazy grin. Mean Sebastian. Was this mean? He’d just gotten started and hadn’t even made it to the harsh reality of the situation at hand. Blaine was grinning, therefore he wasn’t too offended. The arm that had been resting on Blaine, bent at the elbow allowing his fingers to come up and tease through his curls which smelt alarmingly like campfire smoke, so much so that the typical Anderson tangle of his hair, shampoo, product, and cologne couldn’t be picked up on. “Mean Sebastian hasn’t even shown up yet, this is just impatient and indescribably put out Sebastian.”  He mumbled against Blaine’s palm, eyes returning to the sky even if he had been enjoying the view. 

Turned into nothing but a pile of silence by so many vivid images painted into his head by the overly imaginative insults that Sebastian rambled because it would be so over-the-top rude to laugh at almost all of them, Blaine simply curled his fingers against the corner of Sebastian’s mouth and let them rest there.  A convenient place if you asked him.  One flick of his fingers and he could cover those lips and cut off the next round that was destined to come regardless.  If he cared to.  Sebastian’s tirades may be one of the most eye roll worthy things about him.  But, though Blaine would never admit even under threat of torture?  Catch him in the right mood?  And they could be pretty entertaining.  Especially when Sebastian really got into them and his face did this thing.

Oh and except if they were about Kurt.  Kurt had the exception to anything mean being said about him being automatically not funny.  Explaining it wasn’t something Blaine could, or wanted, to try to explain his reasoning behind.  There was just something about him that made Blaine want to keep him out of the line of fire.  Similar pasts, he guessed. Different but peeled back and boiled down to the minimum?  Too many bruised knees they were knocked down onto and too many times they had to force themselves to stand back up and keep going forward.  Might be why Blaine’s fingertips traced along the bow of Sebastian’s bottom lip.  To ward off any potential threats of continuing on that path. Poor Victor.  Blaine would rather he be brought back up and drug through the mud one more time instead of Kurt.  Horrible of a thought as it was.  

Or maybe his fingers toying with the precise line where Sebastian’s lip swelled before dipping down just felt too good to stop and he was buzzed enough not to care who might see him indulging himself.  Probably a mix of the two but who knew how even the blend was at this point?  He scoffed and rolled his eyes, toes twitching against the soles of his shoes.  “Victor is not going to sacrifice me in a ritual to possess me.  That’s just crazy talk.  Secondly, I’m pretty sure that most of the camp has figured out I’m not a virgin by now.”  The insinuation about Sebastian’s and his antics was dripping heavily there.  “Also?  Victor isn’t a Satanist so he’s not going to be sacrificing anyone in any ritual.  Let it go, Sebastian.  There will be no demons possessing anyone because they were conjured up by someone who,” he dropped his voice to a whisper anyway, “might look the part.”  Hopefully that went unheard?

A quick glance around, his hope was confirmed.  The last thing he needed was secondhand embarrassment for making someone feel bad a few days into their stay.  It’d make for a gross summer.  More than the condition of the campground was bound to.  “Don’t you think if that happened, it’d be by someone who doesn’t look anything like someone who would conjure demon?  Like, say, that guy Ron.  Or, who knows, me?”  He smirked, let what he said hang in the air for a few seconds, and tilted his head against Sebastian’s shirt far enough that an upside down profile of the other caught his eye.  “What are you so impatient and indescribably put out about, for?  Should we..um?”  Go?  What he was implying went without being said and the meaning behind it was loud and clear, broadcasted in technicolor by the glint in Blaine’s eyes.  He was enjoying himself too much.  His chuckle came with a flash of teeth and the corners of his eyes pinched together.  “I mean.  I’d hate to make you move if you’d rather not.”