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“You know who confuses me,” Blaine asked as his straw dipped up and down inside of his drink. The effort to move some ice cubes around looked to take a lot more concentration than it should. “Mason. That’s who. I mean the guy is a little weird,” he squinted and seemed to catch himself with a jut of his finger in the air, “Not a bad weird! A good weird. What exactly is his deal? He’s a Cheerio but he ‘hangs in there’ with his sister when the rest of them treat the pair like second class members they’d rather make fun of than have around. I get sticking to your guns and doing what you love–I preach it just as much as I believe in it but..I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that I think he’s so much better than having to tolerate that..it does get to a person even if they try to pretend it doesn’t. Trust me, I know–have you seen his sister? I think she’d choke anyone who looked at him twice. Sort of makes you wonder how tight of a hold she’s got on him. One of the rumors going around was that they were dating? What? Nah. Anyway. He’s very sweet and I hope he finds his own way and he’s happy. He deserves that.” Surveying their immediate area, he leans way in and drops his voice to a whisper. “Plus.. Don’t tell anyone I said this, please? But have you noticed how beautiful he is? Wow. And it’s time for me to shut up now.”
Blaine knew this question would come sooner or later. Honestly, he was hoping it would have been a lot sooner than now but they both had their baggage and dancing around the subject while enjoying each other’s company exclusively seemed to be their way of saying they were together without saying they were together. Either one of them were bound to ask when their resolve to keep things unlabeled just seemed silly or–what Blaine feared most–frustrating. He just didn’t expect it tonight and he thought he’d be the one to break first. Smiling gently–Blaine scooted across the couch until he was on Barry’s lap, facing him while sitting comfortably near his knees. Enough distance that he could look him eye to eye, bite his lip and watch him carefully for a beat or two but still feel as close to him as he needed to be. Tip toeing towards the edge of his reply–Blaine swallowed past the knee jerk reaction of nervousness creeping in to make him wonder if Barry was only doing this for his benefit when Barry might still have his reservations. No. They wanted this. And that’s all Blaine would let himself think. Deflating from his momentary kick of nerves–the shorter of the pair nodded and his grin was uneven. Happy and relieved all at once. “Yeah. I-I think it’d be very cool. What do you think?”
Sebastian couldn’t help but find humor in the way Blaine got so spooked over these kind of movies; It was a mix of adorable and laughable. Maybe this whole watching the classic Halloween with no lights on was unfair to his fiance but Blaine had his face buried so deep in Sebastian’s lap now that he barely believed Blaine could hear the sounds of people being murdered anymore. Shifting his eyes back on the screen and running a hand through Blaine’s curls once again, he finds himself distracted away from the movie when his clingy other half moves his face even more. God damn, Blaine was burrowing his head right into Sebastian’s crotch area. Before he even really noticed he was becoming hard in his pants. Let’s get one thing clear here: Sebastian Smythe didn’t MEAN to get a boner while watching Michael Myers murder someone onscreen. It wasn’t that! It was the way Blaine was putting his face in a territory that couldn’t be trusted from getting…well, excited. Moving his hips a little, the taller of the two looks down once again and presses teeth against his bottom lip in un-sureness of if he’ll be able to get this boner to go away. ❝Blaine–❞ he says in complaint.
❝You’re not helping things stay calm down south if you know what I mean.❞
They are now at a place Blaine–not in a million years thought he’d be. He isn’t buried deep enough that the muffled sounds of someone being killed fail to reach his ears. Not yet anyway. And that’s what made noticing the growing firmness inside Sebastian’s pants against his cheek fill his stomach with the weirdest sensation he’s probably ever felt while having his attention drawn to the effect he’s having on his fiance’. Want fills his veins, sets his stomach on whirl and his toes curl where they are tucked underneath the armrest. Wanting Sebastian came easy. Just fingers in his hair and the way he could feel Sebastian’s breathing change? That always does the trick. But..the strangeness came from the way he was burying in deep again as a scream filled the room and Sebastian was pushing up against him? Blaine decides they are–officially–more messed up than he thought they were. Who gets off to this stuff? –No! Don’t let yourself answer that question!– This was an accident–or was it?–that he hadn’t planned on–or did he?–but there was no mistaking Sebastian was getting hard. Backing the idea up by shifting his hips–Sebastian didn’t need to say a word to clue Blaine in. He might be well known for missing the obvious now and then but there’s no missing this. Feeling his heart thundering in his chest like always–Blaine inched up to press a kiss on top of Sebastian’s shirt just above the button of his jeans. His lips stayed there as he whispered. “Um… I can stop?”
sam: ohhh lmao i kinda like the handsy drunks tho?? sam: and idk man maybe b/c u offered urself up as my last resort before grindr?? lol sam: like ‘no one irl will kiss u? i must SAVE U from GRINDR w/ my LIPS’ sam: thats like the definition of a pity kiss lol
blaine: You do? blaine: I didn’t mean it like that, Sam! That’s what you’re thinking? ugh blaine: Listen.. I’m trying to say that I don’t think I’d even let some guy at a bar get handsy enough that you’d want him as your first kiss from a guy. How is that ‘meaning something’?
blaine: Maybe because.. God, you can say no and I’ll never ask again. This better not make me regret having fingers to type but.. blaine: What you’re not getting is..I’d like to be that person.
In a short period of time, hugging Blaine had been one of his favorite past times. It was weird how easy things had become with the two of them and how much it just felt ….right. He was eager to progress his relationship, go to all the next levels, see where they might be later on. Who knew, maybe Blaine was the one? (Okay, so talking and thinking about that was probably not his brightest idea, after all, they hadn’t been dating THAT long.) Dave tilted his head as he felt Blaine’s palm against his cheek. The hand felt warm, not like it was burning against his skin, but like he was sending comforting waves over to him. “I’m amazing because you gave me a chance. You gave me a chance to prove I wasn’t the guy I used to be, and you’re letting me be in this relationship with you,” he murmured, unable to take a compliment directly like usual. “I’m more than ready to take this step, I mean…I’m more then ready to take all the step with you,” the last part probably should have been left out, but oh well, there wasn’t any changing that. “Well, we do need to get on the road soon, but I wouldn’t mind you know, sitting here with you?”
Blaine watched with a soft eyes gleaming with adoration as Dave took the compliment as well as he did any other one he tried to give him. With a coyness that brushed it off to the side but not in a rude way. In the way someone who doesn’t see themselves as the person you are telling them you are seeing them as often does. A small squint pinched his eyelids together. Was that how it looked like when he did it himself? God, they were both in the same bucket. No matter how long it took until the day came that Dave would simply smile and accept that’s how Blaine saw him? Giving the man the patience Dave gave him to even try to go as far as they’ve come was the very least he could do. “I knew you weren’t that guy, you know? It just took you some time to realize it. But that was a long time ago. Look where we are now?” Another gentle caress over Dave’s cheek was finished up with a light poke to his nose that made Blaine laugh at the childishness of his own gesture and he squirmed back over into the passenger seat to sit like a normal person. “I know we could sit in my driveway all day but I think we can put a to be continued on the snuggling until we get to the hotel? Or–you know–stop for lunch. Otherwise–we’re never going to get there.” He lifted his glass and tipped it towards Dave. “One last toast to where we’re heading and how much I can’t wait to get there.”
Patrick grinned. “Tahoe is lovely. I can’t wait to go back for a vacation.” He followed Blaine and exited the building with him, looking up at the glorious skyline and dodging the passersby simultaneously as he spoke. “I guess irony is funny like that.” Patrick smiled sweetly as they stopped, soaking in Blaine’s constant friendliness. “Thank you! It’s a wonderful opportunity. I’ve already started, actually. I’m a few weeks in and loving it.” He looked around the block for a moment and grinned, seeing a little corner cafe. “I’m not sure of your plan for the day, but would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?”
“Oh,” Blaine pressed his lips together and blew a breath through them that made a soft puff as it came out. “Sorry,” a coy smile followed his apology. “I thought you were newly arrived. And I was so excited to be the one to present the city, too. Ah well,” he rocked back onto his heels and dipped forward again grinning as he teased. “There goes my opportunity,” he threw in a pout for good measure but was back to smiling when he glanced where Patrick was looking. “A few weeks? You’re practically a local.” His smile only grew when their attention was back on one another and the question he almost asked before Patrick stole the opportunity followed. Turning down coffee was a crime he’d never commit and turning down intriguing company? Even moreso. “Sounds great! I don’t really have many plans. Thus the impromptu performance you wandered in on. One of those throw the day in the air and see how it ends sort of days,” he tossed an underhanded lift of his arm and wave in the direction of the cafe, “Lead the way!”
“Blaine, can I talk to you about something, please?” Mason asked, pulling the bowtied dapper president of the student body aside because he was just nervous. “I– I need to talk to you about something. About your past- er, in specifically Dalton.” The twin was so nervous even talking about this because he hadn’t mentioned it to Madison. He hadn’t talked to anyone about the decision to potentially transfer. Hesitating, Mason just grabbed Blaine and pulled him into an empty classroom. “Is the no bullying thing a legit thing at Dalton? And– and do.. I, I mean logically they should let me into an all boy’s school but.. would–” There’s hesitation in the brunet’s voice. He’s frustrated more than ever.
“Is that going to be an issue, do you think? I know the school’s old with tradition and everything.”
Blaine startled and blinked when Mason appeared out of nowhere and he was suddenly pulled aside. The unexpected halt caught him by surprise but the nervousness in Mason’s voice quickly swapped puzzlement for concern. “Sure. Mason are you–,” he was easily led into the classroom but his steps came to an abrupt stop as soon as the jittery boy spoke up again and mentioned Dalton. His past there? What on Earth would Mason want to know about that for? Wait. No bullying policy? Why was Mason concerned about that? Blaine’s stomach sank. Was he so oblivious to what was going on around him that he missed seeing something he should never have missed?
“I–well–no. I don’t think–I don’t know. I mean–I can find out. I don’t think Dalton would turn you away and if it did–there’s options to consider if you really want to be there,” he paused and eyed Mason closely barely believing they were having this conversation. “Is that why you’re asking. You’re thinking of transferring? Can I ask–why? What’s going on, Mason?”
Ending up with his face in Sebastian’s lap takes all of about thirty five minutes of being tortuously forced to watch a movie he wasn’t overly thrilled about starting in the first place. How anyone could love watching people being brutally murdered in every way possible was a thing that Blaine never understood the appeal of. Scary movies were okay. If he was on the mood–which was rare. But the gory ones? Not so much. Sebastian still gets Hostel thrown at him, three years after the horrific experience, whenever he tries to turn down a classic or musical that Blaine suggests. And knows Sebastian enjoys but hates admitting to and would rather pout over. “I know,” he grumbles with a stare out of one eye up Sebastian’s torso before he turns back into his fiance’s lap, “but I’m not moving.” He backs up his protest by wrapping his arms around the leg closest to him and burying his face deeper. “Why’d I agree to no lights on top of this,” he mumbled–muffled against Sebastian’s hip.
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