❝ ╼ You really think if I follow through with this plan that things will start looking up ?❞
Finn glanced to the side, the idea seemed pretty rad in theory…but could he really pull it off?
❝ I just don’t want to screw anything up.❞
“It can’t hurt to try–can it? As long as you’re giving it your best shot?” Blaine leaned forward and gave Finn’s knee a solid pat. “I mean–we could say you have nothing to lose and everything to gain but that sounds like you’ve reached rock bottom.” That didn’t come out like he wanted it to when he heard it in his head. Um–one more knee pat would do. So he did that and purposefully quirked his lips into a hopeful grin, “We’re a long way from that. I promise to never let you get there. I say–do it–I got your back.”
Tina really tried to not laugh at Blaine’s reaction, really she did but he was too ridiculous for her. Once she composed herself, she waited for him to pull himself together and tell he what the two troublemakers had up their sleeves. Seriously, how did she end up being best friends with the two of them? It feels like it was just yesterday when she and Sam were being polite and civil for Mercedes’ sake. “Disneyland? In that case, I’m game. How are we going to sneak away? Because this has to happen now.” If only Mike could see her now and what they were going to pull off. He’d try to talk her out of it. Tina pushed the thought of her ex-boyfriend away because she didn’t need him to rain on her parade even just in her head.
She said yes?! Blaine had a back up plan of his own set of huge, round eyes because he knew Tina wouldn’t be able to say no to if he resorted to those measures. She just couldn’t. And he knew it.
Not that he would ever take advantage of that. All lies. He so would and has.Whatever it takes! This is Disneyland! Exceptions had to be made. And advantages would be exploited if necessary! “Okay! Great! Hear me out,” he jutted up his pointer finger, “I already made a plan for that. It’s going to take some bribery and favors but I think we can pull it off if we talk Jake and or Ryder into covering for us. One or the other or both. Because I forget whether or not they like each other this week or not. But I think we can pull it off. They could say we had to go to the store. So we went together. And call us if anyone finds out? We could offer to return the favor? I’m seriously willing to do practically anything if it means the three of us get to don some mouse ears and run around acting like idiots for half a day! I’ll get us Fast Passes and we’ll make the best out of whatever time we can! See? Flawless!”
❝And I’d follow you anywhere just the same.❞ he replies, leading Blaine to the destination. Everything felt vastly unreal right now. Sebastian knew they were really here in Paris and he knew he was really leading his boyfriend out to in front of the Eiffel tower and on top of that he was really about to ask the biggest question of their relationship yet. Not only that, but the biggest question of Sebastian’s life in general. Their relationship meant everything to him. It was the essence and key to a happiness he once found and now every touch was a reminder he had found his safe place. No matter where they were or where they went, Blaine was his home. The guy with the hazel eyes and smile like the sun had fixed up Sebastian who had once spent his life living in the darkness. They fixed each other. Sebastian embraced every dark corner of Blaine’s mind and reassured him that together they accepted each others light and dark. They were the sun and the moon. The moon always comes out and shines its light and sometimes the sun hides away in the dark. But the sun still always comes back up eventually and warms the world. Perhaps they were each other’s sun. If Sebastian knew one thing about his life it is that ever since Blaine Anderson came into it it’s never been the same. It never had to be the same. Blaine had taught him what the word love meant. Loving his other half lead to loving the act of living itself. As if a new path in the road of life had been opened the minute he could call Blaine his. All his.
Their hands fit perfectly with one another (fingers and a touch created to hold the others) as Sebastian lead them out of the restaurant. Outside was a little walk on a stone pathway near some grass and a small clear, blue body of water that reflected the moon’s cast quite beautifully. As they made their way down that walkway and took their time doing so, finally they came to end up right in front of the Eiffel tower. Sebastian stopped and held onto both of Blaine’s hands now. A thumb rubbed lovingly against his right palm. They were facing each other now, looking into each others eyes. ❝Isn’t the Eiffel tower amazing when you get so close to it..?
You look so beautiful under the moonlight. Even more beautiful than the Eiffel tower. You know that?❞ From his olive skin to lips so kissable, Sebastian was always so shocked with how handsomely stunning his love bug was. ❝Seven years ago when I met you? I would of never pictured us here right now. The concept that you’d be mine? Was such a fantasy kind of concept, but something told me to never give up on it.❞ he smiles wide, looking down for a moment to let out a deep breath. Green orbs shift back up to look into the beautiful view that was Blaine’s eyes. The box with the ring was right inside his pocket, it was just a matter of the perfect timing.
Sebastian is warm as they walk along the cobblestone walkway. Their fingers sink deeper into each others as Blaine wiggles his in until the hollow dips between their lengths touch and their palms become inseparable. Resting the side of his head against Sebastian’s shoulder–soft hazel eyes flicker his gaze from the reflection of the lights in the water, to the lamp posts and even the sky. It’s beautiful. Overwhelming. Something he could stare at forever and never have enough time to take in even then. Just like Sebastian who Blaine turns his head and breaks his attention away from absorbing their surroundings to press a kiss against the side of Sebastian’s neck. Then back to letting his boyfriend lead him blindly forward because his attention is so wrapped up in seeing everything he could possibly see. “I love it here,” he whispers somewhat to himself, somewhat to Sebastian. A far off, distant tone of someone so enraptured with what they’re doing that they don’t realize their speaking their thoughts until they hear their voice. “And I love you,” he adds in now that he’s tuned into the fact he’s thinking out loud. “If this New York thing,” he grins, “doesn’t work out. We’re moving here.” A woman standing along the river with her arms wrapped around her boyfriend’s shoulder catches his eye and she smiles knowingly. Two people in love in a city that lives and breathes it to those who come here for that reason? How could they not beam at each other for the common bond of being right here. In this moment. Right now. With the loves of their lives. Who else got what that felt like unless they were feeling it? Blaine smiles back, his head moves against Sebastian’s shoulder as he nods to her but he doesn’t lift it all the way.
Not until Sebastian brings them to a stop and moves to stand in front of him. Blaine glances up at him confused, to the Tower when Sebastian points out how lovely it is. “I–,” then he has to stop and hang his head forward because Sebastian’s once again flattering him so much he can’t meet his eyes without a cheeky, stupefied grin. No worries. It’s still there when their eyes meet again anyway. His brows shove together and his hands squeeze Sebastian’s, his skin still dancing with the caress to his palm from Sebastian’s thumb. Blaine goes to–as usual–give the compliment back in his own words. But Sebastian doesn’t give him enough of a pause to speak up and Blaine’s heart melts even more at what he hears. “Sebastian,” he has to interject. “I’m so glad you never gave up on me. You had every right to. God knows,” he huffs and rolls his eyes, “That I didn’t make things easy for you. I’m just–I’m so glad you waited for me. You get me. You always have and seven years–can you believe it? Seven years and you still fascinate and make me as shook as you did the day we met,” he ducks down as Sebastian tucks his chin towards his collar refusing to let their gazes break apart. “So.. Thank you. Okay? For being you and loving me. Even parts of me I couldn’t and struggle with now..you have and do and–just–thank you.”
What Blaine was saying to him? That was the last straw – the last grip of the normality Elliott was clinging onto. He made a odd sound, somewhere between a sob and a sniff, before he just burst into tears. He couldn’t help it, Blaine was just being so sweet to him and Elliott wasn’t used to people saying kind things about his body. Him or his aesthetic? Sure, people complimented that. But not HIM.
“M’ Sorry.” Elliott mumbled against Blaine’s neck, clinging a little tighter to him and trying to control his tears – not that he was doing very well at it. “Y’didn’t sign up for this, huh?” He gave an awkward laugh, directly followed by a sniffle.
Elliott pulling him closer caused Blaine to slightly lift his heels off the floor so he could keep his hold around the taller man perched on the kitchen counter’s shoulders as tight as he possibly could. He didn’t mean to bring Elliott to tears with what he said. It was only the truth and he figured Elliott deserved to hear it after being so self-conscious about something that he was so mistaken to be shaken up about. Though it was easy to put himself in Elliott’s shoes and understand why–everything Blaine told him wasn’t just lip service to make him feel better. Every word was deeply meant and more than a placating compliment.
What he shouldn’t have done was feel his throat turn into goosebumps underneath Elliott’s lips. Or the way his throat caved in in a dizzying, head buzz sort of feeling. One he had to clear his throat to get over. It was his neck. Just a weak spot. That’s all. Certainly inappropriate to feel moving through his body when someone he was holding was only looking for comfort. Nothing was okay about that. A weak spot. Nothing more, nothing less. Breathe and forget about it and for goodness sake don’t shiver!“Shh. It’s okay,” changing his focus was like face planting against the brick wall. But he did it by nuzzling his nose against Elliott’s shoulder and leaning back just enough that even in the inch apart space between their noses he could focus on Elliott’s teary eyes instead. “I signed up for anything you need the minute we became friends, okay?”
Sebastian had always given Blaine his best casual moves. At first it feeling as though each of them worked, clicked, brought the boy in, and then, after meeting Hummel, it feeling as though no matter what he did, Blaine wouldn’t look at him. He’d given up by now, but they still came naturally. Like the way their bodies brushed softly when he passed by the other, or how his fingers lingered as he let go of his hand. And even as he stretched out, inadvertently showing off, to what he thought were just the walls, but that actually caught Blaine’s eyes behind his back. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground. It felt weird, clearly, having Blaine follow him inside his house, to his kitchen, to make them breakfast. Almost too familiar, to not really hurt, and yet it felt more peaceful and right than he thought it’d be. It was as though something had HAPPENED the previous night that had shifted things. Something had somehow fixed their step back into the harmonious dance they’d done on that first dance. Where Blaine would lean when he leaned, and breathe when he spoke, and speak as his blood rushed in his lungs. He’d thought for sure that was lost. That even though they still head the easy of people that knew each other well, that that particular feeling had been drained away and yet here they were. It itched his mind with something, some inkling of what he couldn’t quite understand. Those thoughts danced through his mind but they didn’t stick. Not quite yet. It was still floating in the heavy tiredness of his hangover, something a lot more concrete and pressing at the moment. Sebastian grumbled when Blaine teased him, but there was still a shade of a smile on his lips. “That, yeah. Coffee is a matter of survival, killer.” He gave Blaine a curious glance at his sudden rambling, but didn’t think it over too much. As they walked in, he went for the cabinets and opened one, throwing a coffee bag on the kitchen counter, and then picking up some mugs. “Machine’s over there.” He nodded towards it. There was a gourmet as well, but he doubted they were in any shape to appreciate it. Good old black Italian roast would have to do. After he was done setting the mugs and sugar, he grabbed something from the fridge and hopped on the island counter, watching Blaine from under his eyelids. “Pretty much all I know. I’m fairly sure those eggs in the fridge are fresh, but no idea about the pan.” He had a housekeeper that came twice a week, and when she did, she’d make him breakfast, the rare days he didn’t have to pass by a cafe or starbucks. “Jackpot.” He murmured as he opened the white box, grabbing an eclair from it and giving a large bite before offering the box towards Blaine. “The real kitchen treasure of the house of Smythe.” He pointed out.
Blaine settled for staring at the coffee bag tossed on the counter while he rubbed the back of his neck. Just how much did Sebastian drink last night before the three a.m. call for a ride? Apparently by their conversation? The answer was–a lot. He had to wonder why Sebastian decided swallowing down that much alcohol alone was a great idea. Was he just a call after the other’s hopes for finding someone for the night were given up? Then again–if Sebastian wanted to find someone? Sebastian always found someone. He knew that much about Sebastian. Being beautiful and reckless was always the perfect combination to filling his bed with company for a night if he needed it. A wish that he could be the same often ran through his thoughts while staring at a dark ceiling watching the night turn to morning when the quiet he was deafening and cold. Having someone there to make the bed warm and him exhausted enough to sleep would be much better than silence or a radio playing softly until he dozed off. Not that he hasn’t tried. There were a few horrid attempts at one night stands in the beginning that ended up with him feeling worse for going through with them than the temporary company they provided. Some people were wired one way, while others different. Not that one was better than the other. Sebastian’s way of life was his way of life and other than the heavy drinking that Blaine was gathering up the nerve to question him about was fine if it made the person happy. Just..for Sebastian? Blaine had to wonder how happy he was if he chased the bottom of one glass after another. Maybe they weren’t wired so different. And that was deeply stomach twisting to consider. Oh. Coffee. Blaine hurried over to the machine, filled the canister with water and–by luck–found a package of filters in the cabinet above the machine and a scoop inside the bag. Water gurgled, steam puffed and coffee was on it’s way. He perked up in spite of his train of thought. Hazel eyes brightly dancing across Sebastian’s sleepy face as he peeked at the box and felt his belly growl. Inching close–he leaned in and gently plucked up one of the eclairs. A moan slipped out at the first taste. Oh now that was delicious. Lashes fluttered and he swooned–catching himself with his free hand against Sebastian’s bent knee. “You know? Those should be illegal. Can we skip the eggs and eat that whole box? I swear I could,” the tip of his tongue slid over his bottom lip before he smiled. “After coffee–I have a question for you. If you don’t mind?” Maybe sinful chocolate and caffeine could fuel the nerve to approach the subject of the state Sebastian was in when he found him last night? No ‘out’ now. It had to.
“Wait, so you’re here for real, right? This isn’t some kind of joke or anything? You’re here to stay?”
“Yes–I’m here. Do you think I’d have enough nerve to joke about this? You would never forgive me and I know way better than that. So–hello–Kurt. Um–surprise?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I really need to get you home… ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Those actually exist? Technically I can stop you, it’s called stealing the punch card. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) How about next time you take no shots and have no regrets. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) After tonight, you better.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) yerah! I’am so ready to be hoem with you ( mssg » kurt | sent ) That woudlkn’t dtop me honey I would just have to get more cards to get a free one!! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) no shots and no regrets but this is SAntanas fautl! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) hey kurt were you serious about nO making out? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Not even a littel bit?
Barry continued to be in the way, honestly he could just let him on his way, it wasn’t that big of a deal. The speedster offered a smile this time, taking another step closer while the other moved away. He hardly thought he was intimidating, he was once described as a puppy, and as that one deer bambi. So. He’s not that scary. “I was just in the middle of something, that’s all,” he supplied, shrugging his shoulders. “Relax, you’re acting as if something bad’s going to happen. As for what I want, that’s a pretty broad question, considering I seriously want a lot of a things.” A pause, and a soft chuckle. “So Blaine, since you happened to bump into this, you’re going to help me.”
“I don’t know how you can expect me to relax considering you just blocked me in here but..” Okay. Sure. He was curious as to why this guy was suddenly thinking he was going to help him with whatever he was up to. Barry didn’t look like he needed any assistance that would require stepping up to help him in anyway. And on top of that? Not being asked for help and rather being told he was going to help didn’t draw out the usual attitude of the shorter of the pair who would have probably easily agreed if he was approached differently. You know? Less creeper-ish. Still. Curiouser and curiouser–as they say. Squeezing the inside bends of his elbows–Blaine offered a quick, small smile and squinted bewilderedly. “What did I accidentally happen to bump into that am I going to help you with? If you don’t mind me asking.”
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