Of course the Warbler trespassed onto McKinley territory and didn’t think twice about it. Sure he couldn’t STAND public schools but the fact that he got to see Blaine was all worth it. When Sebastian makes a decision concerning Blaine (whether its stealing him away from going to classes or asking him to hang out), he doesn’t think about what anyone else will think about it. Not Kurt, not anyone. Sebastian gives no cares what everyone else has to say about his friendship with Blaine either (even though everyone knew he had a… thing for the ex-Dalton boy). All he cares about REALLY is making Blaine happy and being HIS friend. He had nobody else to impress in that sense. Besides – Blaine, after all, was the one person that really took the time to know him for the TRUE him since he had came back to Ohio. Eyes narrowed with a questioned brow raise as Blaine cut his sentence in half and changed the subject. Had Sebastian hit a sore spot? Maybe he was guilty in the fact that he had reminded Blaine how much he loved Dalton time after time but could you REALLY blame him??
A smirk appears on his lips to go along with it and Sebastian followed fast behind Blaine past all the seats. ❝ VERY funny, Killer. Is my memory deficient or didn’t you just say there’d be no pitchforks? You TOTALLY have to warn me of these things. Unfair game. ❞ Sebastian jokes in a sarcastic tone, a small laugh leaving his lips. The curiosities that were lurking in the back of his head takes over and he has to approach it. Grabbing at Blaine’s shoulder from behind, he stops them in their tracks and pauses for a moment.. ❝ Wait – turn around and look at me, Blaine. ❞
Long fingers danced and tapped along the tops of the chairs he wandered past on his way to the aisle listening to Sebastian hurry to quickly catch up to and following him towards the aisle. “Maybe I just wanted to give you a sense of security so you’d relax as much as you can while you’re here,” his head shook and Blaine laughed lightly towards the tops of his shoes, “I’d hate to have you drive all this way just to wonder when the angry mob is going to show up to chase you–.” Feeling the grip on his shoulder brings him to the abrupt stop that Sebastian aimed for with the touch. However? Instead of the turn at first? There was nothing but a hesitant deflating set of shoulders and bow of his head. Sebastian wasn’t letting his change of subject be a change of subject. Was he?
Holding out hope that he was jumping to conclusions–even if he knew better because Sebastian never let him get out of saying things he wasn’t sure if he should. The fact that Sebastian wanted to know him so well that he didn’t let him shirk out of the moments where he thought it be best to change the subject rather than make someone worry or judge him for what was on his mind? Was one of the most unique and terrifyingly relieving or exciting parts of their friendship. And–no–not until Sebastian could Blaine ever thing terrifyingly relieving was something possible to be felt. Raising his chin back up–Blaine gives the aisle one last longing look but when he turns–he gives Sebastian nothing less than a curious, gentle smile and small tilt of his head. Hazel eyes travel up to lock on green ones. “…Yeah, Seb?”
“Blaine — hold on a second. You did WHAT? Did you even eat? My god, did you shower? How can you binge watch a horror series in that little time? How did you not gag? && Since when were you into horror? Please tell me this isn’t Santana’s doing…”
“Showered last night when things got too intense. Food happened but I forget when. Santana had minimal involvement. Other than forcing me to get past saying no on repeat when she brought up the show and making me watch the first episode. Kurt..
He’s a serial killer who kills other serial killers. You root for this guy after seeing some of the people he goes after. I have to know how this ends. There’s two episodes left. Watch with me??”
from where he was firmly holding Sam’s ankles as the blond’s body moved against his grasp with sit-up after sit-up. They’d been working out constantly lately. Blaine figured keeping up with Sam’s strict regimen might be the push he needed to have a healthy outlet to all the stress and frustration that was keeping him up most nights because he couldn’t stop thinking. Problem was? For the past few days? What he thought about more and more was the person who was supposed to be only a helpful friend. Someone who who was there for him. Without question. Whenever he needed someone.
Another touch of Sam’s knee against his shoulder and Blaine was blushing–not thinking of hiding it because the flush ran through his entire system so quick that he only thought it was getting hot in here. His heart pounding? Difficulty swallowing? All a part of working out. Harmless. Right? Nothing! Except when Sam didn’t fall back on the next lift and met his eyes? His breath stopped. A heat pooled in Blaine’s stomach and his fingers tightened their grip. “What did you just ask,” he choked out the question, “I–.” And with a drag of a light groan through parted lips–Blaine croaked out a breathless confession that he just couldn’t hold in anymore. “A lot, Sam.. But we don’t have to do anything. I’m sorry.. This is totally not fair to you.” But–God–he felt Sam’s breath on his cheek, his skin against his palms. Friends was a word that was never supposed to physically hurt. In this moment? It made him ache.
8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ( repost, do not reblog !!! )
ONE ( name / alias ) . J. / J. Marie TWO ( birthday ) . April 4th. THREE ( zodiac sign ) . Aries Sun / Gemini Moon FOUR ( height ) . 5′5″ FIVE ( time ) . 1:44am SIX ( sleep ) . About 4 to 6 hours a night. Sometimes I nap, sometimes I don’t! SEVEN ( favourite books ) . Struck by Lightning – Chris Colfer, Great and Secret Show – Clive Barker, Dexter Series – Jeff Lindsay, Vampire Chronicles – Anne Rice, Hannibal Series – Thomas Harris EIGHT ( favourite artists ). Painter? Stan Rice. Music? Dave Matthews, Pink Floyd, Matchbox 20, Tori Amos, The Cure, pretty much anything Zydeco, Rob Zombie, Billy Joel, Lady Gaga, Blue October, tons more. NINE ( last movie watched ) . Starry Eyes with @bcingnicesucks. Weird, weird movie. Dr. Caligari style. TEN ( college ) . Yes. All done! ELEVEN ( dream job ) . Writer or Film Director. TWELVE ( the meaning behind your url ) . Blaine’s all about pianos and bowties so..here we are!
// Sweetheart! Thank you so much! I know I’ve said this to you a million times but you are one of the most genuine, kind and lovely people I’ve ever known. I’m so glad we met! You’re adorable and you brighten up my day just by being around!
Barry couldn’t get any cuter. Watching him work through the question Blaine knew was on the tip of his tongue–he had to wonder if this was how he looked the many times Barry was the one that made him stutter through a reply to a veiled hint as to what his opinions on their status might be. The poor guy looked like he was going to end up tongue-tied if he kept overthinking the situation. On the other hand? Blaine couldn’t blame him. His track record might not be as full of tragedy as Barry’s was but he had his own experiences that made him hesitant on jumping into anything headfirst without and making sure he was doing it right this time. “Just to make things clear? Is that a two part question where you’re asking me out on another date or if I want to be your boyfriend-boyfriend? Because we’ve had our fair share of dates. I think? I mean–those were dates. Yeah?” Was he cruel that he didn’t give him a solid answer? He just wanted to make sure Barry wasn’t freaking himself out because he felt like he needed to say something. All Blaine wanted was for Barry to make it clear what he wanted.
“Okay, okay! No Creepy Pastas. They make it impossible to get a decent night’s sleep anyway,” Blaine mumbled as he leaned over the couch and poured Quinn and himself refills on their tea. Taking a few steps around the sofa–a potholder was tossed onto the coffee table and he sat the kettle down on top of it. Limbs gave out in a rather ungraceful collapse beside her. Grinning like a happy idiot–and he was considering that Quinn staying here made him endlessly happy to get the chance to spend time with her–Blaine grabbed the crocheted blanket from where it was draped over the couch arm next to him and motioned her in. “How about we find something less blood bath and more spooky but both of us can still sleep to watch then? Cause I think we got our last Trick-Or-Treater a half an hour ago.”
‘I’m sure she wouldn’t. Though she might, since you’d be talking about her.’ Quinton shrugged, before quirking an eyebrow. ‘I’m not entirely sure if you mean that sarcastically or not. But sure. Let’s go get them, Anderson.’ He nodded back towards the room where their group was gathering.’
“True. I didn’t think about it that way. Knowing Rachel? She might,” he huffed and lifted both hands to rub the last of worry out of his expression that all his fretting tensed into the muscles along his jaw and burrowed eyebrows. “Sarcastic? No. I really mean it.” His worry wasn’t for the group. Only how well he would do along with them in public for the first time. “Let’s go,” Blaine walked past he blond and paused just outside the door to glance over his shoulder and smile. “Thanks for the talk, by the way.. Not sure you know how much I appreciate it.”
Elliott sniffed and gave a slight chuckle at Blaine’s threat – he was so not tall enough to ‘come up there’ anytime soon and they both knew that. His height was a rare thing Elliott hadn’t struggled to accept – it just took one look at his shoes to see that was so – so he didn’t mind that kind of joke. It made him feel a little better.
Letting Blaine guide his face down, Elliott looked at the other through his eyelashes for a moment before letting his eyes slip closed. There was no point saying no when Blaine was trying to help, but Elliott was still aware of how between his legs Blaine was and how caring he was being. And all of that added up? He just needed to shut his eyes, it was honestly a little overwhelming if truth be told.
Blaine sighed heavily against Elliott’s chest when the gentle weight of Elliott’s head rested on his shoulder. One arm wrapped itself loosely around the small of the man’s back while he continued to card his fingers through thick, dark hair in a soothing caress. Everything was fine between them. And Blaine would stay put until he was sure that Elliott believed him. Warm breath against his neck was coaxed to slow down with a drag of fingertips over Elliott’s scalp.
“Shh. See? It’s all okay. Yeah,” he asked quietly not minding that even though Elliott was on the counter–it was more him that kept them both upright. He let the bridge of his nose fit against Elliott’s chest and soon enough the veil of thick, black lashes fell as Blaine shut his own eyes. “You’re beautiful, Elliott. Just..” Curving his thumb in–he ran circles against the small of Elliott’s back, fingers in his hair balled up into a careful fist then fanned out and continued feathering strands of hair through them. “Trust me?”
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