// Woah, wOah, WOAH! I claimed you first! Fair and square! Wait. Fine!We can claim each other! Keeping it real though? You’re precious and talented and just plain keyboard smash worthy on so many levels. Luv you back! A million times!
He saw that cringe. Oh, he knew how bad those pictures were, but he was basically desensitized from it. There were some cases that would get to him still, things that made him wonder why people do these type of things to each other. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to know what I was working on,” he lightly teased. Arms settling around Blaine’s waist, pulling him closer as he arched a brow. “You went to three different high schools? How come?” There’s got to be a story behind that.
“Remind me to never wonder that again,” he crinkled his nose as he fit his back more firmly against Barry’s chest enjoying how close they were. “I’ll take stories you tell me and try to leave the visuals to you. I don’t know how you take seeing that. I admire you for being able to.” Ah, he knew the question would come. Blaine gently rested both of his hands over Barry’s arm and nuzzled into his neck. “Okay. Well. My first one was supposedly a great public school. The best in Westerville. I think it was? Bottom line–it was till Ohio and me being me?” He held his breath and squirmed around enough that he could tilt his head back and peek up at Barry only seeing his jaw and cheek from the angle but it was enough. Not wanting to ruin Barry’s mood because of his past–he searched that pale, freckled skin he could see before giving possibly one of the briefest, huh? explanations of why he transferred schools the first time. Not on purpose. It just came out that way. “Didn’t work out there the way everyone else would’ve liked to pretend it did.”
It hadn’t been long that Sebastian obtained the job of working for the nationally known Blaine Anderson, star of the stage. Sebastian never even thought working as a damn personal assistant would be something he would ever end up doing. Being somewhere in the showbiz scene for sure, but this was a different turn. Hell, he should have his OWN personal assistants. But yet, he couldn’t deny the offer when he thought about being by Blaine’s side all the time. The superstar was hot, and that was not something Sebastian had the strength to deny. So far – the main realization he’s made is that Blaine has a definite…FLARE in him. He demands what he wants when he wants it and there’s no leeway. It was something that made a silenced rage grow in Sebastian yet it was all for some reason a bit intriguing.
Stepping into Blaine’s dressing room, Sebastian has a coffee in one hand and a flashy costume in the other. One with lots of leather and swarovski crystals. Blaine was doing a runway for one of the biggest designers around and he’d also be the performing act for the event. All he had to hope for now was that Blaine would take the news easily; The news that they wanted him to switch what he was wearing. There were many times Sebastian wanted to snap at the diva, but he wanted to keep this job so badly. ❝I have your coffee. Now THIS is your new costume. The designer wants you to switch before you come out and perform. Personally, I find this one to be hotter.❞
Blaine is secretly exhausted. Or not so secretly. Considering his mood gets worse the more tired he is and it’s measurable by the amount of attitude he dishes out to those around him. From tacking on as many add-this-subtract-that notes that can fit on the side of a Starbucks cup. To demanding everyone give him peace and quite for fifteen minutes, please?! No matter how many times he sends his assistant out to fetch coffee as fast as he can drink it–nothing is working. All he wants to do is finish this show and go back to the hotel so he can pass out until tomorrow. But there’s an after party he’s due at after the press junket which means tonight–that blended over from last night’s concert–is only a third of the way through.
A groan splits his lips open and hits his palm as he rubs the bridge of his nose. From where he’s slouched in his chair, booted feet kicked up on the vanity and crossed over one another–he snaps his head in the direction of the door opening. “Fifteen minutes! I said–oh,” he pauses when it’s Sebastian, “Good. It’s you.” Woah. Ignore the coffee–what the hell was in his other hand? Narrowing eyes burn a slow stare up Sebastian’s arm as he waits for an explanation. Once he receives it–there goes the eyebrow. “Well. Um. No,” his lips form a perfect circle but he’s unable to look away from the monstrosity hanging from Sebastian’s arm. “Tell her if she wants to wear that? She can wear it herself.” The get up looks like someone had a seizure while holding onto a bedazzler and clutching the latest fashions from the bin of a Goodwill discount store. It’s not going on his body. “Or you can if you think that’s hot. Which makes me question every time in the past you’ve told me I look good wearing something because that horror show? No. Not happening.” No. Way.
// Can I just hug and squeeze you forever? Is that a thing I can do? Because I’m gonna do it. Claiming you right back, bootiful! You’re a treasure and nothing but heart eyes for you. Like all over the place!
“ i goggled you, ya know. blind ass dates wondering shit. last time i fuckin’t trust a gallager, ‘cause i had to spend the next six hours watching you in that fucking blazer. “
“Fair enough. You cheated and only one participant of this date is blind. That participant being me. Wait–. Six hours? You spent six hours watching me in this blazer? If it was that awful? You–technically–could have quit after the first song..”
He’s not exactly surprised to hear Blaine’s been beat up. Kurt was tempted the smack the back of his head a few times- the guy was just a walking target. Still, he’s – silently – sympathetic. Kurt leans his elbows on the counter and cradles the mug of tea in his hands.
“Too nice for your own good. Not that I’m complaining.” He sighs softly. “Just don’t get yourself killed trying to help someone out. For all you knew I could have been fucked up on something.” he shakes his head a little, unconsciously tightening his hold on the cup. To Blaine’s point of view it probably didn’t sound out of character for him.
“Thank you though.”
An awkward half-grin tugged the edge of Blaine’s mouth upwards as he leaned on the lip of the island across from Kurt. “You know–Kurt–if you’re not careful? I might think you actually care what happens to me if you feel you need to warn me that my aptitude for being a bleeding heart to someone in distress might end up with me getting killed. “Sort of contrasts the,” his fingers wriggled from the edge of his cup towards the other boy, “bad ass without a care aesthetic you’re trying to pull off.”
“I get it though. But as far as one of us needing to worry about getting himself killed by getting in over his head? I don’t think it’s me.” Bright hazel eyes watched Kurt closely. Inside them was a knowing that came from someone who was good at observing people and seeing beyond what they project. Kurt was no exception. Honestly, he was above that. The longer Blaine looked at him–the more he wanted to see. And maybe did. Or was good at deluding himself that he had. Drawing in a breath, he straightened up and sat his mug down turning to fetch the plates of fruit and bagels he made.
“You’re welcome.” He hummed as he slid the plates between them. “It isn’t much but it’s something. If you’re going to be up for a while? You’re going to need it.”
You’re the cutest ever. I’m glad I get to be one of your favorite people because you are so so so one of mine! You always brighten my day and say the sweetest things. Nothing but love for you!
“Oh–” Isaac let out a quiet laugh and ran his fingers through his hair. “I mean, I’m always free– Yes, I’d love to.” He concluded with a single nod. “And yes, breathing always works wonders.”
Blaine was trying to figure out how to salvage his dignity if this ended with a polite ‘thanks but no thank’s almost missing Isaac just said the opposite. A look of surprise crossed Blaine’s face before he let go of the breath he held. “I–Great! Great! Um? I could pick you up around six? We could stop for coffee in case it gets cold? My treat?”
Barry typed quickly filing out a new contact in Blaine’s phone, glancing up a few times to catch that look on his face; like he was honestly excited, everything Sebastian had done under the bridge and forgiven leaving him now just an old friend. Barry doesn’t doubt that it was how Blaine felt, but he can’t really see how. Kurt had the right idea continuing to be at least suspicious of Barry’s new self after that announcement was made.
Barry chuckled a little lightly, handing back the device. “Almost hope not, something tells me being CSI back home is easier than here, no offense to New York’s roads but..” This city, much like most like it, had the reputation of nasty streets but great everything else and the amount of useless samples Barry would end up collecting seemed longer- not that that would truly be the reason why he couldn’t move even if he does wants to. It was however the first thing that came to mind, funny enough.
“Anyway uh I should probably go,” he glanced back over his shoulder briefly. “they’re gonna actually leave me stranded if I get too far behind but text me or something sometime?”
Blaine moved his mouth like he was ready to ask another question but then closed it and bobbed his head in a nod instead. It could wait til later. He’d already bombarded the poor man with enough. And they had plenty of time to catch up when they saw one another again. Excitement danced in hazel eyes–brightening them as he took his phone back and shoved it in the pocket of his navy blue peacoat.
“Yeah. You should,” he stuttered after it dawned on him he momentarily forgot about Sebastian’s company that was waiting. A flush of heat colored his cheeks when he realized he was holding him up. Though he would be sorely pressed to say he was sorry considering the outcome of his butting in. “Don’t get stranded.” Would they really leave him? By the sound of it–the answer was yes. Even more reason to set him free from hogging up his time.
“Sure. I will. It was good to see you, Sebastian.” The shorter of the two smiled and bid farewell with a small wave before heading out with more pep in his step than he’s had all day.
“Kurt! Yes! I am! First thing’s first? I hope you have the next twenty minutes free. Now that you’re in my arms? It’s going to take at least that long for me to be willing to consider letting you go.
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