Things were at a HIGH in Hunter’s life. He was still captain of the Warblers, && dealt with little to no disagreements on the matter. Instead of betraying his orders, Blaine was showing him how to trust. Teaching by example, that not everybody is going to turn on you for their own gain. It was strange, starting to believe in some kind of hope that not everyone has ulterior motives. As a matter of fact, in their time together, a bond was forming. Even stranger. It was a kind of friendship Hunter wasn’t sure he was ready to reciprocate. Yet as time went by, he found himself with Blaine more &&more each day. Instead of dreading his presence as he anticipated, Hunter was starting to enjoy it. He relied on it, actually. Not many good people stuck around when it came to the young man. So that only made it that much worse when the ball dropped. He’d been suspicious for weeks. Not specifically of his new friend, but of those who surrounded them. The team he relied on was plotting against him, for their new leader — BLAINE ANDERSON. Hunter’s fists were clenched to the point of going while, && his teeth gritted from the bad taste this left in his mouth. Being sly && deceiving was his SPECIALTY. How could they possibly think he wouldn’t figure it out? How could Blaine parade around as a team member, a good man, a FRIEND? Nothing was more sickening than a villain who plays the innocent. “Blaine!” His voice boomed as he entered the room, being sure to have each door closed before approaching the other. He’d requested a meeting, but he had no intention of making small talk. “I knew it. I KNEW you were going to betray my trust! You’ve been planning this all along, && I’m just the fool who tried to be hopeful! I should of never let you PURSUED me into thinking people can be GOOD. Nobody is pure of heart, Blaine! Especially not YOU.” He was getting in Blaine’s face, making a point to be threatening. With a scoff he pushed the ex captain back, as if he wasn’t the one who got so close in the first place. “It’s over! They want to overthrow me for your sick need to take away the only thing I have left!? I’ll show them how WEAK you really are. I’ll show them that I will NOT be pushed around or erased!”
Hunter becoming a friend was something Blaine didn’t quite ever see happening. Yet as the weeks went by after his return to Dalton and their very tension filled beginning? That’s what Hunter Clarington was becoming. Blaine liked the fact that Hunter didn’t push him to reveal too much about his personal life and the reasons why he returned. Unlike some of the other well meaning boys who wanted to do what any friend would and tried to be there for him by offering him understanding–and the questions that came with it. Hunter seemed to sense that Blaine didn’t want to talk about it and avoided the topic. Seeing Hunter starting to open up to and trust him meant so much because he didn’t have to be a mind reader to see Hunter didn’t put faith in just anyone. You had to earn it. Blaine thought he was doing a pretty good job at doing so. In the beginning? His efforts were for the simple fact that he didn’t want to cause a rift in the Warblers by having two people they looked up to go to war. Now? Blaine looked forward to seeing the layers beneath Hunter’s facade as the other boy revealed them one at a time.
That’s why when he heard Hunter’s voice crack like thunder through the room–Blaine jumped off the brown leather couch he was relaxing on. Owlish hazel eyes stared baffled as Hunter stalked towards him ranting like a madman. “W-What,” his voice was a cracked and soft whisper. A stark contrast to Hunters yelling and it did nothing to cut into his tirade so he could get a word in. Blaine’s face twisted into a pained, utterly lost expression as he felt his stomach bottom out and his chest tighten. Hunter was too close for comfort but he wasn’t going to back away either. The wanna-be threatening tower over him only made his feet grow heavier against the hardwood floor until an unexpected shove knocked him back a step or two. And that did it. Patience brought on by having no idea where this was coming from other than Hunter obviously losing his mind snapped like a twig after Blaine recovered from the shove and both hands instinctively wrapped around Hunter’s wrists. His confusion was gone and a mask of keen observation narrowed his eyes as his features flattened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but I will tell you one thing and I’ll only tell you this once. Don’t ever shove me again. Now. Calm down and tell me where the heck this is coming from because..I am very confused here.” And hurt. And angry. And a whole lot of other things he was doing his best to hold in after being called weak on top of the shove. Was that how Hunter really saw him?
sam: dude, i might not be some gay expert but if the people in your fanfic are legit narrating every thrust to whoever they’re with, you’re reading bad fanfic. c’mon. the dirty talk’s meant to be hot. smh. i know u can find better smut than that. sam: and i’m not at ‘i regret asking’ yet. i am feelin a little awkward now tho lol. wasn’t expecting a whole ramble on bad fic. sam: but bad writing aside, it is nice?
blaine: I find perfectly fine smut! Thanks! It just takes trudging through some bad ones to get there on occasion. Back to my point!
blaine: Okay. Sorry. You used fanfiction as your comparison and I had to make sure to get my point across. Sorry. I sort of overdid it and made you feel awkward. blaine: Yeah, Sam. I guess it depends on the person you’re having sex with..as it does any time you have sex..but it’s actually really nice. Obviously, I might be a little biased and I don’t have anything to compare it to but I could answer any questions you might have about it. blaine: Sam? Why are you curious?
Puck swallowed hard. It was now or never. There was no going back after this moment. Soon Blaine would see him at his most vulnerable. “Uh, well…” His voice trailed off for a moment as he took a deep breath. He wasn’t used to feeling so nervous. Wait, was he sweating? Great. He hoped Blaine couldn’t tell. “I…liked…” He was about to spill the beans when he heard a loud crash coming from his bedroom. “Shit. I think Sam’s up. Uh, let me go check on him. You stay here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Puck let out a sigh of relief as he walked to his bedroom. He wasn’t a very religious person, but decided that Sam falling out of his bed was a sign from God to not tell Blaine the truth. “’Sup, Sam?” he asked as he walked into his bedroom. “Are you okay?” He cautiously walked over to the blond. Sam looked up at him in confusion. “Dude, it’s okay. You’re with Blaine and me. Lets get you back in bed, okay?” He carefully helped Sam get up and settled back in his bed. “Get some sleep, dude,” he told Sam before he closed the door.
“Uh, sorry about that. Sam fell out of my bed and wasn’t sure where he was. I got him settled back in my bed and he’s hopefully fallen back asleep. Luckily, he didn’t throw up,” he told Blaine as he sat back down next to him on the couch.
Blaine might not have been close enough to see Puck starting to sweat but he could tell he was getting nervous. The stuttering was a huge factor in cluing him in on that much. He might be clueless as to the reason why Puck was suddenly choking on his own words and hesitating, sure. Not seeing that the other boy was acting like he couldn’t find the right words to say? Now that part was impossible.
Trying not to get too self-conscious about it by letting himself think Puck’s sudden tenseness was about what happened earlier when he did everything in his power to reassure him that it wasn’t–Blaine sat patiently waiting and let Puck work through his nerves so–hopefully–he’d talk. Leaning in as Puck began–he practically fell off the couch when he heard the crash coming from Puck’s room. Blaine went to bolt up but the world spun out of control and he flopped back down with a shellshocked nod as Puck went to take care of things. –What was he going to say?–
“Is he okay,” Blaine was back in his corner, knees bent with his arms around them and toes twitching against the ribbing of the couch cushion when Puck returned. “He’s never allowed to drink that much again. ..Ever.” He grew quiet and fiddled with the bottom cuff of his right pants leg. “Um–Puck? What were you going to say before he fell? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Sebastian’s eyes widen and lips part just a little as Blaine gets back on his iPad. This. Cannot. Be. Happening! What? He was just gonna go back to doing something else rather than fueling Sebastian to snark on!? This totally sucked now… Sebastian slanted his brows in disappointment for the situation and laid down on the couch. Scooting closer to Blaine, he lays his head on his lap and reaches a hand up to touch his face and pester him. But this time his pestering was in a loving manner. ❝ Wait… You’re gonna read again? But—– ❞ Yes, Sebastian had a hard time handling when people shut down his drama and snark filled show to ignore him or do something else even though deep down he knew he deserved it. But why would Blaine do that? Sebastian is obviously much more entertaining than Darth Vader sucking the dick of some other Star Wars dude. And was he even really that mean? It would be hard to tell now that the damage was already done? Sometimes Sebastian could be a total dick without even realizing it. Some might call it his special talent. But now he was staring to feel bad…
❝ Why..? ❞ his voice came out soft now. Silently begging for forgiveness with his eyes.
Like clockwork. The mere threat of Sebastian going ignored for more than–say–two minutes brought the Attitude Check he well deserved. Blaine only stares at the glowing screen instead of paying any mind to the cushions shifting around as Sebastian inched closer. He even manages to start humming softly as he scrolls down the street with the tip of his finger. Eyelashes bat wildly at the touches to his face expecting it to be pawing and demanding at first. Then Sebastian proves that at least his touches would be soft even if his words are shifting to a bit on the harsh side. He can’t help sighing and reaching out one hand to rub against Sebastian’s chest using just the edges of his fingers. “Yes. I think I am, Sebastian.” My! My!! How quickly the tone changes with the idea that he wasn’t going to get a rise out of Blaine anymore. Or at least one that doesn’t come with a wall of silence from the person he was trying to annoy. Not much fun in that. He shouldn’t have looked down! A pair of pleading eyes waited to meet his when the ‘why’ drew his attention. Not that he was reading anyway. The entire idea of going back to reading was just a prop. But Sebastian didn’t need to know that. Blaine lifts his hand from where he was caressing Sebastian just above his heart and pushes some of his boyfriend’s hair back away from his face. Pursing his lips–he watches him closely trying to see if this was real. Or just an act. “Because you’re being a brat and I’m not going to keep pushing you into being an even bigger one. So? Reading is the easiest way to avoid that.”
Things like this never happened on the West Coast, at least he never saw anything like it. Patrick always loved singing, and his parents made sure to train him how to read music at a young age, but it was always underappreciated by that society. He could feel somewhat of a connection with the random crowds hustling past him, and even more so with the young man sitting next to him.
Patrick smiled as the stranger rolled into the last bars of the song, making the musicality of his instrument look all too easy. Their voices complimented each other well, and he couldn’t be more satisfied with their little impromptu performance. As the tune dissipated, and several people clapped, Patrick noticed that a few were recording on their phones. The clip was sure to end up on social media later. He shrugged it off, and turned to face this mystery man. “You, sir, are very talented. Excellent song choice.” He smiled charmingly and offered his hand. “Patrick Murray. Pleasure to sing with you.”
Blaine couldn’t stop himself from belting out the notes with a never ending smile as Patrick sang with him. The sheer joy of having a duet partner that wasn’t a bar full of drunk tourists and locals sloshing the words around–albeit so carefree and happy that their smiles just like the people around them today were contagious and their enjoyment was his life’s blood even if theirs had an alcohol level well over 1.0–made the singer bounce a little more joyfully on the bench. His slight frame jarred as he hit the keys like they were as easy as breathing. He plays this song on request almost nightly. Never once has it gotten old.
When they were done–Blaine offered their audience a shy, appreciative bow of his head that let him hide behind some curls that fell to dangle near his left eye and lifted his hand to twitch his fingers in a wave. Once they started milling away–those brightly shining eyes underneath long, thick lashes darted right towards Patrick. His face was flushed, his grin so big it pinched his eyelids together at their corners. “I–ah–,” his nose scrunched like he was in excited, happy bewilderment. Not only for the man suddenly joining him but for the compliments he dished out, “Thanks! You were pretty great yourself.”
Blaine returned Patrick’s smile and slid his hand into the other man’s giving it a light squeeze and gentle shake, “Blaine Anderson. And trust me? The pleasure was all mine. Your voice is amazing.” There was nothing but honesty in Blaine’s tone. None of it was a polite lip service type reply to a compliment someone might feel they had to giveback. Just honest truth.
Sebastian simply loved to test limits and loved to make a storm out of nothing if he had the chance; Even if it was just the slightest gust of win. That was that and it was the way it’s always been. It’s quite hilarious how after all these years Blaine had picked up a bit of skill on how to control the hurricane of snark and sass that was Sebastian Smythe with things like the god damn
Time Out™ chair. For Sebastian it was just too fun to give up the games he plays to see how flustered he can make people. Knowing he was being a troublemaker made him get excited in several senses of the word. So next, what does the asshole do? A smirk perks up on his lips and he raises a brow while arms are crossed in his seat on the couch. ❝ Oh, come on. I don’t bring it up that much. Being over dramatic once again, Killer? I can’t say this comes to me as a surprise. And I don’t have a thing for it I just find it to be extremely funny since my overpowering sexiness has warped you from bi-curious and questioning to the gayest bottom bitch alive… ❞ Then he does the dumbest thing he can but it’s just the natural childish Sebastian way he resorts to. His tongue sticks out at his boyfriend and he flips up a middle finger just for him as well. But through it? He’s grinning still the whole time. Wow, Smythe. You take the cake for being mature and kindhearted.
A completely stupefied look greets the latest dish of snark served up by his boyfriend. Seriously. Sebastian was well on the way to un-earning his Mr. Right mug Blaine bought him for their anniversary. Could he replace it with a Mr. Cranky Pants one? Did they make those? Maybe he could order one on the internet custom made for the King of Cranky sitting down the couch a ways from him. And they hadn’t even gotten to the part where Sebastian just treaded yet. Blaine was considering that option when Sebastian called him over dramatic. Welp! They were there now! Sebastian achieved his ultimate goal! You know? To piss off his boyfriend. Hazel eyes darkened and narrowed as he stared at him from their corners. “Bi-curious? More like bi-questioning–if that’s a thing. And that didn’t last long. As far as gayest bottom bitch goes? Did that middle finger and classy tongue stuck out at me gesture come with a gift receipt? Because I’d like to return them for something else I might like better. Like, say, a little less jerkish boyfriend? That’d be great.” Rolling his eyes–Blaine glances back at his iPad and picks it up again borderline questioning if he was going to just put Sebastian on his own personal ignore list for a bit. Until he decided he was bored with getting the wrong attention all day when he could have been getting all the right attention. If he didn’t turn into whatever this was.
Sebastian is loving pushing his limits right now. It’s a pretty fun game to distract from the fact that he wants more coffee and also is debating throwing the time out chair off the balcony. So he stops glaring so much and instead grins a bit as he stares mischievously at his boyfriend. ❝ Two words. Hell and no. I don’t really want to get up right now and go torture myself with the knowledge that somehow you of all people managed to bring up ex-methods to solve my so called ‘behavior problems’ and put me in that dumb chair of silence! Instead, I could continue teasing you about your weird morning fan fiction habits. I mean you read space porn but instead I could just be sucking your dick right now. Who needs plot lines when you have orgasms. Literally makes less sense than that time you and Rachel made out at a party and somehow that made you question if you had the hots for her pre-Broadway, My Headband singing self. So no. Nobody is counting to ten. ❞
If that chair goes off the balcony? There’s going to be another chair later. Think of it as real life version of that The Cat Came Back The Very Next Day song. Only with a chair. That’s how determined Blaine was about the Time Out™ chair. He’d even use one of their joint credit cards to pay for it. Just so Sebastian knew every time he paid the bill that he was chipping on for his least favorite thing in the history of things. The saving grace of Sebastian’s next outburst was the mischief in his boyfriend’s eyes. There was something in that look that always made Blaine’s insides melt. He never fessed up to it because Sebastian didn’t need anymore weapons to use against his willpower (he had dozens) but that look? Made him dizzy. Instead of swooning though? Blaine was about to laugh when he countered back with, “What do you mean? Me of all people?” Thank God he put the iPad on the end table. Because he would have dropped it if he was holding it. “I almost said to hell with the fanfiction but then you had to bring that up? Again,” he grinned lightheartedly, “What is it with your thing about my drunk, teenage make out session with Rachel?”
Jeff had listened to the boy and his eye lit up when Blaine asked about competition and saying he wouldn’t be in the way. “Psh, you wouldn’t be in the way and I bet you’ll get moved by the music and want to join in” he teased gently nudging the boy next to him as Nick rolled his eyes and smiled “we don’t have competition for at least a month and a half and right now we are practicing on perfecting what we’ve got so we can choose within the next few weeks what we plan on using” he told Blaine
The others merely watched and ate as the two younger boys encouraged the newest member of Dalton with their group. Wes spoke up “Don’t feel obligated to listen to these two, Jeff can badger people into something he’s good at that and Nick is just the same just milder in the approach.” he pointed the two, before adding on “You are always welcome at the meetings just to watch or to join we are always looking for fresh new faces. Especially if they drowned out a super hyper blonde” he teased towards Jeff who pouted “I’m not THAT horrible all the time.” he stuck his tongue out at the senior before turning back to Blaine “So how bout Tomorrow you’ll join me after classes for the clubs meeting?”
The idea of singing with the group made Blaine’s eyes widen and his smile couldn’t possibly get any bigger as he looked from Jeff to Nick and then gave a quick sweep of his gaze past all the other faces gathered at the table. He was expecting to see some only going along with the excitement of the others and not very interested in what was going on. Maybe even one or two wondering what made him so important that he was invited to join and even sing with them when they barely knew who he was? Judging off appearances alone? Someone might jump to a conclusion that he was a rich kid gone wrong. Sent here by parents to make him listen as a last ditch effort. If you went by the few still not completely faded marks he wished his father would have let him stay at home until they were gone.
Face after face was looked at and–he didn’t see any of that. Quite the opposite. He was greeted with smiles, nods, and overdone rolls of eyes as they laughed and ticked their heads towards Jeff like they wholeheartedly agreed with Wes. Even if the blonde denied what their leader said. Seeing that instead of the worst? Blaine felt..hope. That maybe Jeff did more than become his friend in a matter of minutes. That the boy unknowingly gave him something he used to have so much of and cherished deeply. Only to have it brutally taken away. Since that day? He fought every morning for some of that back. Now, it came rushing at him in waves and he was speechless. Until he stuttered, “Y-Yeah! I’d love to. And..guys. I agree. Jeff can’t be that bad,” he grinned trying not to show just how deeply he was affected just then out of fear of being cheesy. “Like he said.. Not all the time.”
Of course Sebastian was in a snarky mood! How could Blaine possibly blame him? He was feeling the slight rise of snark coming on before this conversation due to lack of sleep; Sebastian needs his sleep or he gets cranky. But now that the threat of all threats was made he was full on raging with ultimate snark! Usually Blaine only suggested that when Sebastian was being mean to others and hurting the well being of many or one! Wait, was he doing that now? Pouted lips and dangerous daggers for eyes, Sebastian completely ignores the comment about the chair and makes sure not to look at it but instead keep his eyes on Blaine. ❝ You can go sit in it, you bossy, nerd-porn loving diva. That’d be fun for you. You could stare at the wall and imagine it’s some Star Trek fuck staring back at you. ❞ he tests with an evil smirk beginning to pull at his lips..
The fact that Sebastian has categories of snark and ultimate reasons why that coincide with the Threat of Threats™ being made should be proof positive that he without a doubt deserves his Time Out chair. Why it was created in the first place–also–goes hand in hand with that very reason. And–most importantly and most hated by his other half–why Blaine won’t let them get rid of it. Not to mention that the Time Out chair was invented by Blaine Anderson himself and he found it not only quite effective in teaching Sebastian when to reel it back. But! Entertaining as hell. Most of the time. Others? Well.. Let’s see how this unfolds. “What’s up with the look of death?” Bowing his chin towards his collar–Blaine gives Sebastian a deadpan stare over the top of his iPad before gently tucking it onto the end table beside the couch. Placing both hands in his lap–he patiently corrects the first error in Sebastian’s statement. “It wasn’t Star Trek. It was Star Wars. Second,” he hums, “Does someone need to count to ten?”
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