sam: isnt everyone at a club technically “clubish”? lol sam: but yea man, this’ll be my first kiss with a dude sam: dont u think if i’d kissed one already i woulda started questioning then? sam: and i dont think i want my first to be a pity kiss just b/c i cant find anyone else lol sam: its gotta be real u know? even if its just a hookup sam: thanks tho bro
blaine: I guess you’re right. But some are more gross about it than others? I don’t know. It’s hard to explain! Usually the alcohol that brings out the very grabby, hands on approach that can be borderline nasty. blaine: wait blaine: What makes you think that it’d be a pity kiss if I kissed you?
I never learned how to love in small doses.
I’ll give you my heart, my whole heart.
And I’ll love you until I physically can’t anymore.
And even then, I promise I will find a way.
“I guess it’s not,” he agreed, it would just lead to more– interesting activities after all. “I don’t know, how about high school? We don’t really talk much about this stuff, and I have a feeling if I talk about my crime scenes or the things I do as the Flash. You’ll either be fascinated or horrified, remember those photos?”
Blaine’s cringed as soon as Barry brought up the pictures he could never unsee after accidentally noticing them one night when he walked in on Barry trying to finish working on a case. “Yeah. Let’s not talk about those,” he buried his face into the crook of the other’s neck. Or so much for any of those interesting activities happening if he had crime scene photos stuck in his head. “Okay.. High School. I went to three separate ones. Have I ever told you that?“
❝Oh come on, killer. The other Blaine Anderson is not even close to being as talented or sexy as you.❞ he grins while looking up at the other, going along with the joke as the playfulness in his eyes twinkle back (greens and hazels matching now, glimmering like stars). ❝But if you’re all so curious to know, I did drive here to see you. It’s really no big deal. Just thought I’d cruise by. I missed that pretty face.❞ Cruise by on a two hour drive? Okay, Sebastian.
Blaine finishes settling on top of the seat’s back he was leaning against and props the tip toe of a navy blue boat shoe against the very edge of Sebastian’s right arm rest as his brows arch. Sexy? Sebastian never ceased to test the limit of how high he can raise the temperature on Blaine’s cheeks. Today is no different. “Wait–you–did?” Consider his mind blown. A two hour drive was definitely more than a ‘cruise’ just because Sebastian ‘missed seeing his face’ but he wouldn’t put that out outloud. “I–well–thank you. It’s great to see your face, too, Sebastian. Now that you’re here–you’re letting me treat you to coffee, right? I might have to cut my last class to do it but–it’s only fair. Please?”
“Thanks,” Elliott looked away to the floor at the compliments, wanting to believe them but struggling so hard to do so. It just didn’t seem comprehensible that Blaine could see him so vulnerable and still think he was attractive. It was why he dressed and acted like he did – a comfort blanket that Blaine had just seen right through.
When Blaine spoke so directly and bluntly to him, Elliott had to keep looking away, sniffing slightly as he nodded. There was a moment of silence before he reached forwards and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist, pulling him into a tight hug and burying his face in the others shoulder as his eyes watered. He couldn’t cry, he couldn’t do that to Blaine or to his own image. No crying allowed, even if he was pretty damn close to it.
Blaine’s expression softened to a gentle understanding. He knew Elliott was struggling to believe him. But they were from an honest place of first-hand understanding and he wished that Elliott would take them for what they were. Truth. Not seeing himself like that was not only an injustice to himself but one Blaine wouldn’t stand for letting dig itself into Elliott’s mind any further. Now that he knew about it?
A silent promise to the other was made that he’d make sure to do everything in his power to show Elliott–somehow–that he deserves to give himself far more credit and accept that when it comes to people? Elliott was pretty far up on Blaine’s list of the good ones. Inside and out.
Being pulled in against him was unexpected. Though Elliott was the hug captain extraordinaire and he should have known it was coming–he didn’t. Surprise or not–Blaine wrapped his arms up around Elliott’s shoulders, keeping one elbow bent so he could card his fingers through his hair and stroke the back of the other’s head. A brush of his cheek against Elliott’s and he whispered comfortingly into his ear. “Hey.. Shhh. You’re okay. I got you. And I promise I meant everything I said.”
It’s terrifying to be drugged- and Mason’s pretty damned positive that’s what’s going on here. It makes him want to throw up- to get whatever is in his system out of it. It’s worse than chocolate– something he’s deathly allergic to, well.. cocoa beans at least.The 6′1 male is genuinely shaking. He feels like he’s about to pass out and by the second Blaine pulls him outside, he’s looking like he’s completely glazed over. English isn’t something he’s comprehending.
He stares down at the smaller male and his eyebrows furrow. Blaine’s clearly talking to him, but he can’t make out the words. “Speak clearer,” he asks, with an added ‘please’ at the end. His heartbeat is pounding and he feels like everyone else is running while he’s in slow motion. Bright eyes scan the night sky as he tries to look around for someone. He had been talking up this guy at the bar for a bit- but he’s nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t like he had tasted anything funny in his drinks either.
Mason’s about to fall- he can feel it, and it’s not like Blaine’s strong enough to get him into the uber, so he’s trying his hardest to stand up straight, but his knees are like jell-o This is the worst feeling Mason McCarthy has ever felt.
“I– B, I need to sit down. —- Please.”
Oh my God! Blaine was a mix of terrified and enraged. Hazel eyes screamed that he wanted to go back into the club, find the person that did this and use them in place of the the punching bag hanging in his apartment that he’s neglected for months. His was face drained of color and blank from worry as he stared up at Mason. Trembling hands did their best to hold onto him so he didn’t topple over once they were on the sidewalk and on their own. The few people who passed by didn’t pay them much mind. More than an glance or two.
He had to force himself not to give a second’s worth of a glance to anyone who got too close to them wondering if the psycho that did this was sneaking out to see if Mason was left alone. Focusing on his friend was the main concern. Not anyone else. Or the fact that he really really wanted to punch the guy. “I’m sorry, Mason. I’ll try to speak slower,” and he did through wrapping his arm more firmly around Mason’s slender waist and holding tight.
“Sure. Let’s sit down. Keep talking. Okay?” He gently swerved them away from the foot traffic and gingerly lowered himself towards a bent knee to help Mason down on the sidewalk.
“You’re going to be okay. I promise. Do you want to go to the hospital,” he asked but was already debating on taking him anyway. Who knew what he was on? Or how much?
“How do you even- Killer’s. Blaine’s like sunshine wrapped in SEX. I got like. Zero chance
── I COULD FUCK ANYONE I WANT
── but I got like, zero, like subzero without his maskof a chance with him. Be my guest. You can try if you want. But ‘less you got a lady face
── you kinda do, lil bit
── he ain’t gonna be interested. Even if he WAS, he’s like, so damn gay. Like he’s fucking the major of gay town. No way he’d go for me. So freaking pretty, though. Could literally make a honeycomb in those eyes. Better not tho. They’d get stuck in his hair. Bet they look fantastic when he’s cumming. His eyes. Not bees. Do bees even like fuck, or they just sprout out of honey? Such a fucking sex God. I’d be the nicest fucking stepford husband if he’d just
── kinda blew it tho. Guess it’s not appropriate to offer blowjob as reparation for almost blinding someone.”
“What’s going on, B?” Tina was curious about what Blaine wanted so she put down her book and looked at her best friend. “Oh so this Sam’s big idea, is it? I don’t know it that should worry me or not. I think you are particularly vulnerable to that.” She smirked at him. “So LA huh? What did the two of you have in mind?” Tina was going to get the details before she agreed to anything because she knew the two of them.
“Sort of. I mean–I can resist the puppy dog eyes if,” Blaine was trying his best to downplay how he was absolutely, one hundred percent easily convinced any time the blonde in question put on his best pout and wide eyed stare. He could stand his ground whenever he wanted! Seriously! His mouth moved without words coming out and soon–Blaine himself–had his own poutful frown he had to blink out of at the realization that maybe he wasn’t so Sam Proof. “Anyway! As I was saying! What if we make a pact that we sneak away for a day trip together? We were thinking–and I know you’re going to love this–Disneyland?”
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