don’t.

               ‘So THIS is your idea of happily ever after?? When your kids ask you how to end a fight in a relationship, you’re gonna teach them to propose?? Because that’s so healthy. I’m not bitter, you idiot. I’m trying to HELP you. You’re fucking up your life. Worse than I almost fucked up mine. And NONE of your so called friends seem to have the balls to tell that to your face. I do. Stop being a prick for a minute, and be the Blaine I used to know. THAT boy that I met in a Warbler practice, would NEVER propose to someone thinking it would end all his problems. That boy would want to propose to someone after a whole planned dating life, and with his whole record straight. Say what you want. I might never understand how gay face’s brain works. But if you tried to pull that on me in PUBLIC after I broke up with you, I’d be pissed. If coercing someone that broke up with you into marrying you, in front of all your friends and enemies, is your idea of a fairy tale, then by all means, knock yourself out. Or maybe. You could THINK about the shit you’re doing.’

A request to speak alone after the shouts and hugs came to a stop should’ve given him warning once they were behind closed doors?  There was no other outcome for their ‘conversation’ other than the one that was slammed down on him with the force of a hammer driving railroad ties into his feet.  With no hope of escape?  All Blaine could do was brace for the impact. His heart sank until it felt like it was swallowed up.  While at the same time?  Something in him began to snap.  That practiced poise and self control he’d gained through nights of slamming his fists into sacks of leather or someone who could hit back and dancing until his feet felt like they might fall off crumbled.  By the end?  It was in ashes at his feet.  Blaine didn’t look up from the point behind Sebastian’s knees his gaze fixed itself out of fear of what he might do if he did.  “End all my problems?  Coercing someone into marrying me?  If that’s what you think this is?  You never knew me.  That’s the thing, Sebastian.  You don’t know what’s been going on with me.  Or him.  Or us.  You don’t know a third of what we’ve been through.  What we’ve moved on from.  What we have.  But..  Sure.  I’ll stop being a prick.  Starting now.  Don’t worry; I’ll try to have us out of your hair as soon as possible.  Don’t be there if that’s what suits you.  If that’s who you think I am..  Which you obviously do.  After today?  You’ll never have to deal with me..or my shit again.”