“Okay, so the big question is, are we in a Thai, Chinese, or Pizza mood? Or I’m sure Breadstix’s delivers too, but i’m not 100% I’m in the mood for Italian tonight,” Dave listed, putting Blaine on speaker so that he could start to pull up the numbers of their favorite take-out places. Dave flushed, wondering if maybe suggesting a fort was a bad idea. However, that was soon gone and he was relieved that his suggestion hadn’t actually been as stupid as he thought it might be. “I might have yes. I mean I haven’t really done a fort in awhile, but I think between the couches and chairs and all the blankets in the house we could make it work. Drag the tv inside? I think I might have an extension chord long enough for that. I’ll look for that when we get off the phone. And pizza it is.” he paused, his imagination now running wild. There were endless possibilities for what they could do in the fort together. Dave felt like he knew Blaine was going to say, however, he wasn’t going to question Blaine’s choice of words. “And I adore the fact that you’re so willing to do this with me.”
“Pizza always works. If you’re not in the mood for it though? Chinese and me? You can never go wrong,” he grinned into the rearview mirror before making the turn onto Dave’s street. “Surprise me. Either way? I’m fine with whatever. Dave? Better hurry up and make that call. Or can you web order? Because I’m about to your place.” They could find the extension chord together for all Blaine cared. What he wanted most was to spend time with Dave. The rest of their plans were all one incredibly heartwarming treat after another. Sighing in relief when Dave seemed to sense what he was about to say but let it slide when he went a different route–Blaine laughed happily. “More than willing. I’m so excited I think my foot forgot to let up on the gas.” Chewing on the edge of his tongue as he mulled over what he almost said before he was ‘let off the hook’–he hesitated and then shook the idea out of his mind. Which was a terrible way of putting it because Dave never put him on a hook. He did a great enough job putting himself on one more times than not though. Another time. Who tells someone something that means that much over the phone though? Because–lately–he was coming to realize–well–another time. “See you in ten minutes. You’re sure you don’t need me to get anything?”
“No — BLAINE. I don’t think you’re thinking about this rationally. You stayed in bed for THREE DAYS. I swear I’m going to get the she-devil back some day… I don’t want to root for a serial killer. Who wants that? && Even if I did, why would I only watch the last two episodes? That’s like going to dinner && only eating a bite of dessert. Spoils your entire appetite!”
“I didn’t stay in bed the entire time. That’s what the tablet is for, Kurt. I’ve been mobile. I even took it with me outside for thirty minutes to get coffee from the shop down the street and back. See? It’s not as terrible as you think. No, no! You’re not getting it! He’s a good guy and a serial killer. I know that sounds impossible and it would be in real life but—. We could start over from the beginning if you want?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) This and that??? For a bit it was about how their dog woke them up this morning. They also mentioned they heard us last night so you know…Guess it would be kinda valid? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Its okay. Glad you didn’t have to. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Good plan 😛 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) We can get one together, i’m pretty sure I have cavaties too from everything….I’m doing okay, I mean, I’m trapped doing school work but it’s almost all over and then I’ll be able to see you tonight?
( mssg » dave | sent ) Oh God! Oh no! They heard us? Okay that’s not embarrassing at all! What a great way to introduce ourselves. Ha! We’re the sex starved couple that moved upstairs. Great to make your acquaintance. You kept a straight face after that? I’m impressed, Dave. ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’ll be home as soon as the Warblers settle on their song choices for the showcase I scheduled. ( mssg » dave | sent )
To be honest, I know it’s at Dalton and they are loved here but I think I’m more nervous than they are. No idea why. I just am.
The kiss to the corner of his mouth causes Sebastian to feel a WARMTH all through his body. The relationship they had was like no other, and in times like this where every small gesture of affection means EVERYTHING, he can’t help but stop and smile as he stares down at Blaine. Beautiful hazel eyes. He is everything he could ever ask for in a lover and MORE. Blaine stops time for him. Every time he looks at him it’s still a shock and a loss for air. Here he is as his dom but yet he’s becoming weak from just looking at him. The only lover he would ever and has ever wanted. They belonged to each other but in times like this? Blaine was HIS. His sub that he held so close to his heart. Looking down at the way his lover is clinging to him, Sebastian’s smile turns into a grin. ❝ Does my good boy want to earn a reward? ❞ he grins, humming and pulling at Blaine’s collar lightly so he can press a KISS to his lips and move kisses from his lips to his jawline. ❝ Rewards require well-behaved actions, Blaine. Are you going to show me how well-behaved you are?? ❞
Not close enough. Sebastian was still too far away. And when they both notice–because Blaine’s gaze follows his Sir’s no matter where it might go–that Blaine’s hands are held tight to Sebastian’s leg? He barely has time to inch closer before the question parts his lips to breathe out a quiet groan. “Yes. Please Let me,” he pleads around the tug that brings his thigh pressed to his Sir’s and a desperate grip shifts from legs to shoulders where he can uncurl his fingers just enough that their tips graze over the nape of a pale throat. Every kiss is savored. They taste like the the last ghosts of wine and chocolate strawberries they had for dessert and mint toothpaste that pleasantly mixes into the flavor. Fingernails pinch into warm skin as the kisses move along his jaw but he fights the want to stay still do they don’t stop to nod and pull back far enough that their eyes can meet again. Blown pupils stare into his Sir’s and he licks his lips. “I’ll show you..” Without any further prompting needed–Blaine moves along the edge of the bed. Once there, the carpet is rough and nothing like the rugs at home against his knees but it’ll do. A brow quirks up in silent question. Was this on the road to well-behaved enough?
This whole thing was getting out of hand and Tina lost it when Blaine said they’d bring Burt along with them. Once her laughter subsided, she grinned at her best friend. “Yeah, that’s probably a better idea. Burt’s pretty relaxed so he probably won’t have a problem with it.” She couldn’t help thinking back to when Kurt hadn’t come out to his father yet and Burt walked in on her, Kurt and Brittany practicing the Single Ladies dance and how Kurt said she was his girlfriend but they weren’t exclusive. Burt just went with it. The memory caused her to break out in giggles again. “How could I not notice? I thought this year would be easier for me to actually get to sing but it hasn’t mattered.” Tina sighed. She wasn’t sure that Mr. Schuester was a teacher that she actually liked. He played favorites just like Coach Sylvester but just not as obvious about it. “You think its bad since you’ve been with us but that’s only the tip of the iceberg.” It was great to look forward to graduation because she was done with McKinley, with the New Directions, with everything. At the mention of the pictures, she smiled. Tina didn’t want the negativity to ruin this for them. “Alright, let’s go find Sam and plan this out. Of course, he does. I’m not surprised.”
“We’ll find Sam in a second. First?” Seeing Tina’s sudden mood drop after her giggle fit brought Blaine springing into action because there was no way, no how this moment was going to be ruined by Mister Schuester’s lack of noticing how amazingly talented his best friend was. Or Tina doubting herself because some high school glee club teacher wasn’t giving her the credit she deserved. They were almost out of there. McKinley would be a thing of their past. But what would be? Was them for each other. So? He was bound and determined to make this trip to Disneyland the best day of their entire school year. Bar none. No if’s, and’s or but’s. Without a single thought–Tina’s lap was soon his seat. Blaine plopped himself into it–carefully–and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “First I want you to tell me how excited you are. What rides you want to go on and who your favorite Disney princess is. These are all important parts of our journey,” he nodded firmly, “and we’re not moving an inch til you do.” So said his refusal to move. Not even a little bit!
❝ Maybe so – but either way it doesn’t even matter anymore because you’re becoming mine as we speak, baby. ❞ he replies with voice full of a deep CRAVING, eyes on fire as a hand reaches to caress up Blaine’s shoulder and on his neck. Fingers wrapping around olive skin that was missing a collar on it (not for long). The mere TEASE of a choke but he doesn’t add any pressure. Sebastian leans in and he’s pressing a kiss to Blaine’s cheek before the leather is moving from his one hand to being tightened and buckled around his lover’s neck. The exact amount of tightness that he knows he likes. Sebastian looks him over with the collar now on his neck and GRINS at him. He’s just so incredibly beautiful and there will never be a day where Sebastian finds himself becoming immune to it. Seeing his fiance fall into sub space was always an amazing experience. ❝ Mmm, there we go. There’s my collared little sub. ❞
Brilliantly bright golden hazel eyes blink owlishly as he bows his chin down in a nod of understanding and giving in. In moments like this–Sebastian’s voice can fill up the entire room. Echo around him thick enough that he can feel the weight of it in the air. Blaine can’t argue the opposite. He’s falling and he’s more than fine with that. Because no matter how far he goes–Sebastian’s always there guiding his way down and then back to the surface again. The blaze in Sebastian’s eyes makes Blaine’s stomach tighten and he drops his shoulders to bare more of his neck for the teasing caress that turns into a hold he waits to feel tighten. When it eases instead–his lips purse and then go slack. Eyelids heavy as the collar is put in place and he swallows just to feel the tightness. By now–he’s not holding the covers anymore. He has to touch him. Both hands have come to rest on the top of Sebastian’s thigh and he clings while inching in to press a kiss to the corner of his Sir’s mouth. “Yours.”
Right as he watches Blaine face change at the sight of the leather collar dangling in Sebastian’s hand, he knows that his fiance is going to be trying real hard to turn down the idea of having the TIGHTNESS and SECURITY of the collar around his neck. Try to shrug off the ONE item that makes him feel like he belongs to Sebastian so strongly; More than normally (which was a lot). But he wouldn’t let that happen because he knew Blaine well enough to know that he WANTED it bad. It would just take Sebastian to make him give in.
All through Blaine’s reply, hes looking at him with deep intentions dancing in green hues. Stepping closer, head tilts a little as he smirks down at his lover. Collar was in his hand as he reaches to move curls from his eye. ❝ Lost or not – I still found it.❞ he replies softly in a makes-no-sense sentence but owns it as if it’s the most logical thing in the world. ❝ —— And I think we need to put it on you. It’s been FAR too long since you’ve been reminded of your place.Don’t you think?❞ he hums, sitting on the bed by Blaine’s covered up feet. One more dangle of the collar is given once again. ❝ C’mere, handsome. ❞
What never fails is the sight of Sebastian standing tall watching him with his heavy stare that lays all his intentions out on the table causing Blaine’s entire self to react in that tumbling, heart racing, dizzying pull that switches his center of gravity from where science and logic says it should be. Right there on the bed. To him. Always to him. To Sebastian. Where it belongs and where he always wants it to be. Because this goes beyond physical and emotional and straight past bones and blood and the spiritual philosophical sense of who he is into something far deeper than that. One look and he’s standing at the doorway–head around the frame peeking inside. One step forward of long legs and determined footing and Blaine lets the book fall to the floor because nothing and no one can come between him and them and this.
Not even Lima–apparently. Try not not. He’s gripping two handfuls of semi-cheap comforter trying to shy away and just be Sebastian and Blaine but he knows that it isn’t going to last. Not when all he can do his bite his lip, feel his eyes soften at the question and nod. Too long. Yes. It’s been too long. Days. Legs move under the blankets until he’s on his knees and the fabric is pooled around them. Hands now flat against the bed as just a crawl or two put him sitting on his heels beside his fiance. A shaken, breathless whisper follows next. “You can’t find what you knew was there,” he speaks like a man bobbing for air in a sea that’s going to make him sink no matter how much water he tries to tread, “because you’re the one that packed it.”
Blaine was so good at soothing Elliott, helping the other calm down when he felt this panicked – Only Dani had ever calmed him down this easily before. Mind, not that many people had to, Elliott RARELY panicked. Ever. When he was called beautiful, Elliott tensed up; him? No, that really wasn’t true, he didn’t believe it, no matter how much he trusted Blaine. He never would.
Yet, he found himself taking a deep breath (and it was totally normal that he enjoyed that it smelled distinctly like Blaine right? Totally a platonic friends thing everyone did?) and nodding ever so slightly. “You’re so nice to me,” Elliott muttered quietly, turning his face slightly into Blaine’s collarbone. Without really thinking about it, Elliott pressed a kiss to Blaine’s neck, right under the others jaw, before sitting up. It wasn’t unusual for Elliott to kiss friend Look at the cinnamon roll incident but the neck? That was new with Blaine.
Telling Elliott he was beautiful was meant to have the exact opposite of the reaction that he felt Elliott’s body giving him. The tensing up of his friend’s muscles caused Blaine’s eyebrows to shove together and a crease brought on by confusion appeared between them. Cupping the back of his head and clinging to the hem of the shirt the taller man made even taller by his perch on the counter threw on for some modesty–Blaine turned his head as much as he could.
Only seeing a strip of skin running along Elliott’s neck in the process–he’d take what leverage he got. “I’m only nice because you deserve it back. You treat people so kindly. If I didn’t return the gesture? I’d be a complete jerk.” His breathing stuttered as a kiss was pressed to his neck. Immediately–his body reacted to it in a shivering set of goosebumps that spread over his skin from the point of contact in all different directions. Soon–that same chill ran down his back and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel good. Clearing his throat–because how awful was it to feel that when it was done by someone who was so obviously upset–Blaine touched the tip of his nose against Elliott’s shoulder and breathed. Deep. When words failed? A tighter hold spoke volumes as he stepped closer and squeezed tighter.
Visiting Lima was ALWAYS interesting for the couple because the way their… special dynamic changed during their visit was a little drastic. A drop off of not being able to go into his full dom space with his lover. It always made Sebastian build up with a LACK of power exchange over him and Blaine. Not that he couldn’t handle not partaking in the full experience of their BDSM, relationship for a few days, but he craved for Blaine to listen. EAGER to just take the control he so badly needed in his life. But when they visited Lima, Blaine always pushed away from fully partaking in it. He knew his significant other was still so scared of the things he took pleasure in at times. Having to be vanilla for the sake of Lima SUCKED.
But now they were in their hotel room after a day of helping with New Direction’s AND Warbler stuff. Sebastian knew damn well that some of his sub’s gear was waiting right in that bag in the corner of the room. So?? He takes one more look at Blaine who is reading a book under the beside table light before getting out of bed and fishing out the leather collar that is ALL so familiar in their relationship. Holding it up, a grin appears across his face as he stares at Blaine with mischief in his eyes from where he’s standing.
❝ Look what I found. ❞
It can be easily said Blaine occasionally doesn’t realize he’s doing what he’s doing until it’s already happened. There are certain times when he’s pushing or pulling someone or himself without noticing because he feels it’s something that has to be or should be done. For instance? These trips to Lima. Sebastian is always the first to point out how much more vanilla Blaine gets the second the soles of their shoes hit Ohio dirt. Blaine’s heard the observation several times and promises that he’s fine and comfortable regardless of where they are. Why worry when they’re behind closed doors–right?
Yet? Every. single. time. He’s a night or two into the trip and already curled up under the heavy comforter and too starched sheets of their hotel bed with a book in hand waiting for Sebastian to snuggle close so reading can turn into something else–just–a quieter version of something else. Sebastian never goes for that something else. Feeling the bed give as Sebastian crawls out–Blaine peeks through fallen curls and his gaze follows his fiance. His book falls into his lap two when he sees what’s dangling from Sebastian’s elegant fingers. His body shivers inside–yes that’s a thing–and his breath hitches. “Somehow I don’t think that was ever lost–to qualify for being found..” Oh god.. He brought it–and Blaine swallows thick. “Sebastian.”
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