Barry could tell he was confused, not scared though, which he found himself pouting childishly at. Oh well. It’s not like he was intimidating to look at, Barry knew this, and that was fine. It was something that more often than not, led to many people to underestimate him. There’s a slightly over dramatic sigh that leaves his lips, head cocked to the side as he rolled his eyes. The guy had to get to class, of all things to say, for real? “See, I could just do that, but I don’t really feel like it, I’m sure you can understand,” he took a step closer, “Right?
Blaine subconsciously mirrored the other’s head tilt as confusion bled over into something else at the eyeroll. A mild annoyance of not knowing why Barry wasn’t going to let him leave the room. What was this guy’s deal? For some reason–maybe instinct–even in the glint of frustration that pressed Blaine’s lips together into a thin line, a rush of adrenaline seeped into his veins as Barry stepped closer and Blaine tuned into the tone of Barry’s voice. “No, I don’t understand.” Why was he looking at him like that? In spite of wanting to keep his ground–Blaine took a tip toe to heel step backwards to keep the distance between them. “What do you want?”
❝I wouldn’t be so quick to underestimate my skills, killer. I’m not easy to bust. But what can I say? I’ve had a change of heart. Not like this is my new hangout or anything. Far from it. Sometimes surrounding yourself in somewhere as disgusting as this is worth it if you have solid reasoning. That being said, I’m definitely not here for Night of The Living Dwarf. Believe it or not, I came here to see a certain Blaine Anderson.❞
“Did you just call Rachel Night of The–? Wow. I’ll ever understand where you get half the things you say from. You drove all the way–to Lima–for me? Or is this another Blaine Anderson we’re talking about?” His grin shifts into a full on smirk. A playful twinkle in his eyes that began the moment they started their friendly teasing brightens underneath squinting eyelids. Sebastian’s given a thoughtful pout as Blaine takes up the space between Sebastian’s knees and the rows of empty chairs behind him and leans against the back of one the back of one. “Because he really needs to stop copying me. But–on a curious note–you really did that?”
Kurt pads into the kitchen, arms wrapped around himself somewhat protectively. The kitchen was just as nice as everything else, Kurt notes. Somehow, now that he’s settling, he feels less out of place and more unfamiliar with his surroundings. His gaze drifts towards Blaine when the other speaks.
“Thanks. Something to eat wouldn’t hurt.” His appetite isn’t really there but he figures that it’s better to try eating than avoid it until he feels better- who knows if that’ll be while he’s here or not for days. “Better, I guess.” He says with a slow nod. “Head’s clearer at least..” He trails off, pursing his lips in a pause.
“Blaine? Why are you doing this? I’m pretty sure I’ve been mean way more than I’ve been nice, you know next to nothing about me and I just got my ass beat by guys who probably work for a drug dealer- whatever it is he actually does. You gave me clothes with your fancy school’s logos on it for fucks sake, you helping me doesn’t make any sense.” At least he’s honest, even if it does come with distress showing in his voice.
After thumbing the cabinets closed–Blaine turns around with a mug in each hand and his grip quickly tightens on the ceramic handles at the sight of a cleaned up Kurt standing in his kitchen. The boy was so pale and so–fragile–looking without all the muck and gross Blaine couldn’t get off of him with just some handwipes in the car. How could anyone do that to him?
“Good. I mean–good. I’m glad it’s clearer and you feel a little better,” he mumbles to fill the silence but there was more there waiting as Blaine sits the mugs on the island and tears his attention back down to putting some tea bags inside their cups. The question catches him by surprise as he scoots Kurt’s tea towards him and the finger he motioned towards the sugar and honey sort of deflated down towards the others before his hand fell to the side.
Kurt was right. This was weird. Normal people didn’t do this stuff for strangers–did they? Not to this extent. “Well—,” he catches a sliver of his lip between his teeth. “I’ve been in your position. If someone didn’t help me? I’m not sure how I would have ended up. And I have a keen suspicion if I didn’t help you? Who else was going to? You’d have gone to them before I found you in an alley in the rain. So–that left me. Didn’t it? I’m not a person to be blind to someone hurting,” he looked down and shrugged, “That’s why.”
it happened in stages, so i managed. no blood, no foul.
Those tags tho! OMFG!
// Was it in stages like..the initial stage of denial? “No I am not falling off the bed.” Followed by desperate, “If I lean right now I can save myself?” Then the panicky “Grab at air cause that’ll help! ANYTHING will help?!?!” Followed by gravity winning out slowly like, “Oop. Nope. Just give in and let it happen.” Cause that’s how I see this. You dork.
Okay, this got way too fun for Seb way too fast. This was beginning to go from grumbles and pouts to grins and smirks on his part. Sebastian had been in a total grump mood before and was going to refuse to remove his face from where he had it nuzzled in Blaine’s lower stomach, but when he hears Blaine’s laughter begin to increase he can’t help but grin against his skin too and try to keep his own laughter silent so Blaine didn’t know he found this incredibly funny. Shoving his face in more, Sebastian lifts a hand up to try and find Blaine’s face, which he succeeds successfully and starts annoying him more by poking his cheek over and over with a finger. Feeling his fiance’s body move with the way he’s cracking up, Sebastian decides to bite his stomach light enough to be playful. He didn’t let the way the other swat him or squirm around stop his mission. He would get revenge for Blaine making him say please! No words came from Seb, just his laughter beginning to grow louder as he pokes him and nuzzles hard against him. Game on, Anderson. When Sebastian got in these childish, antagonizing moods— there was no going back until he was satisfied.
His tearful eyes go huge when Sebastian ignores his demand to get out of his ticklish spot and only amps up his torturous ways! Of course he would! How could he think anything different?! The pokes to his face that joined in on the mess didn’t do much to distract him from the weirdo’s constant antagonizing! Breathless laughs swallow up his higher pitched gasps and chuckles of protest. Hearing Sebastian start to show how much he was enjoying this by forgetting to stifle the pitch of his maniacal laughter–Blaine kicks his feet against the floor and gives an upwards thrust of his hips trying to dislodge the man from his lap. “Please! Please! You’re enjoying this too much, Seb!” Another round of gasps and frantic hands stop batting Sebastian’s shoulders so he can wrap his fingers around Sebastian’s wrist and try to hold it away from his face. The other–well–when you’re stuck? Just–laugh like a madman and try to get even?! Blaine lifts Sebastian’s shirt and just starts tickling back as hard as he can through ragged gulps and scootches to the left, right or anywhere he can try to escape to. “Why are you torturing me?!?! I’ll torture back,” and he backs it up with a more determined tickle just above Sebastian’s navel.
“Is there something I can help you with, or are you gonna keep gawking? Either way, I don’t mind.” The boy said with a wink as he hit the next ball, yards upon yards away from where he stood before he turned his body to the short, dark haired boy standing there behind him. He was used to people watching him while he played golf, but the way the other watched made him wonder just what he was watching. Plus, he looked like a lost little puppy.
Blaine was determined to make the best out of his fresh start at a new university. A new life, a new beginning and that meant meeting new people and diving in headfirst into whatever experiences he could get his hands on. He learned through the grapevine quickly that Chad was someone he wanted to get to know better. Not only was his name regularly mentioned in many of the circles Blaine encountered. But the more he got a small understanding of Chad? The more he learned? Maybe they had a few things in common. Yet, he started out with a stare and a choke. –Great. Just Great.– “Oh, God. No. I mean–yes–there’s something you can help me with. No–I’m not gawking for the reason why you might think I am. I was curious if you’d mind a golfing buddy for the rest of your game? Great day for it and I know absolutely no one here who plays golf. Would you mind?”
KINK RATING TIME!! @BCINGNICESUCKS SEND ME A KINK AND I’LL RATE IT!
“What sort of spankings are you thinking of…? I feel since it’s you asking–it’s better to get some clarification first. Because I have no idea what you’re talking about..”
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
It was not the kind of thing Barry would normally do, that was for sure. In two years, the craziest things he had ever done had been singing at a karaoke bar with one of his best friends and gone to a club with his whole group of friends, and not necessarily to a very popular one. Two things normal people his age had probably done a thousand times, more times than they could keep track of. Of course he had done crazier, much crazier, but those were things that normal people did not really have the chance to do. This was one of those moments in which he got tired of the fact that his social life did not go anywhere beyond Netflix and gatherings at his own place because he couldn’t be bothered to meet up anywhere else. “Yeah!” he therefore exclaimed, content with his decision. “Yeah, I could totally stop by one of these nights. I mean, if I get to see you play…” He ran his hands through his soaked hair as he wiped his shoes on the welcome mat, only then allowing himself to step in, noticing just how freezing his clothes suddenly felt against his skin now that he had somewhere warm to contrast it with. “Uh, where can I hang this to dry?” he wondered after having taken his jacket off. Superspeed would hardly keep a horrible cold at bay. “Wh– No! No, that doesn’t sound nerdy at all.” He was smiling, sure, and had actually been smiling throughout the story, but only because he found it absolutely endearing that they would actually venture themselves into something like that, evidently overlooking what people might think. “Absolutely not,” he assured him, for it would take a whole bunch of far more embarrassing stories to scare him away the idea of dinner. “Actually, I think if there’s one thing this world can’t have too much of, that’s superheroes. And the fact that you guys were ready to become one, that’s… that’s pretty admirable. I mean, no matter what mission that was, it’s– I think it’s pretty courageous of you.”
“Thanks. You’re right about superheroes. The world needs more of them. If for no other reasons than to get us through the rougher days. Right? I don’t know about courageous but,” he shook his head thinking back, “Determination can get you to go pretty far when it comes to things–no matter how small–that matter.” Blaine felt his cheeks grow warm and aimed a lopsided smile at the floor. At least the guy wasn’t judging him for his high school fantasy dreams of being some sort of superhero swooping in with his best friend to save the day. Honestly, that fantasy helped get him through days that didn’t have much good to focus on or think about. A rough time made easier by daydreams, flooding his plate with so many goals that would drive a sane person to exhaustion and fantasies to escape into. And he wouldn’t change the oddness of it all for the world. Because it was his own piece of something to make his own. Besides–the Nightbird costume was legendary. Handmade to a painstaking everything’s just right detail and still in his closet–in the back where no one could see–but Blaine loved it too much leave it gather dust in his bedroom in Lima. “Here. Let me take that,” Blaine reached for Barry’s coat and cringed at how soaked he was. “You know..you look a lot worse than I do.” Even if he could feel his hair creeping into curls and cringed at the idea of them falling loose and his pants legs were wet along with his coat–Barry was far worse. Which said a lot if Blaine considered his hair coming undone lower on the list of damage done from the downpour. Because we’re talking curls here and plenty of them just waiting to break free. “Were you even under your umbrella? It’s hard to tell,” he hummed and wondered if this was too awkward of an offer but he didn’t want the guy freezing in soaked clothes. “My brother left a some clothes on his last visit. Some flannel pants and a few shirts. If you want? I can grab them and you can change while I start something? We can toss your clothes in the dryer? Better than being uncomfortable all night?”
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