The door’s very noise sent a chill up his spine. He didn’t know why he was being so dramatic over this. Letting out a deep breath, he soon saw Blaine. Two weeks went by without any texts. Without seeing that cute face and gelled hair. The corners of his mouth raised somewhat. It was a small smile. If anything, it was a relieve to actually see him again. especially after those texts, he needed to get it out face to face.
“It’s okay. No worries,” muttered. The eye contact killed him. Stepping inside he took yet another sigh. This was one of the rare occasions that Sebastian was quiet. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was hard to miss. His hands retreated into his pockets. His neck was bent slightly as his eyes were more upwardly focused.
Turning around he watched Blaine. Sebastian’s gaze followed his movements. He was studying his body language. “Where do you wanna go?” The inquiry relieved some of the awkwardness.
A overly long silence fell between them when Blaine went mute and stared up at Sebastian after he broke eye contact with him. Truth be told? Blaine’s heart was racing, his chest was tight and he didn’t know whether or not he’d be able to go through with this until long after he gave Sebastian the invite and knew he was on his way there. Everything just got so messed up before when they were near each other. Part of him wondered if staying in texts and calls would have been better. Less risky, less to lose because hurt’s easier to hide when you can’t see the person.
It was a cowardly way of doing things. Not how he normally handled anything in his life–well most things. But it was that safety net that he was wondering if he’d made a mistake giving up when the other boy couldn’t even bear to look him in the eyes. –No. It’s going to be okay. You can fix this. If he wants to. Just look at him. You know he does.–
Underneath Sebastian’s observation–he didn’t know what made him more nervous. The lack of eye contact or the weight of a watchful eye he could feel on his back like the presence of a hand pulling his stomach down in one big jerk. His arms instinctively crossed in front of his lower chest. A subconscious way of grounding himself. “We can go to the living room. This whole house is empty. It will be for a few more days. Can I get you anything to drink? I-I mean. Water or soda or–yeah,” he sighed and peeked back up at him, “Trying that again. Are you thirsty?”
When Blaine pulled back his arm Elliott let his own drop onto the table, black painted nails scratching at the tabletop for a moment as he withdrew his hand back to his coffee cup. “Blaine, you and Kurt are a great couple, I get that, but this is just…too fast. You can see that – it’s not givin up on your future. It’s…” E trailed off to find the right words for it. “It’s putting it on hold. Not forever, just for a while.”
“I know we haven’t been able to get married for long,” he gestured between the two of them to emphasise what he meant about same-sex marriage in the US there. “But the point is now we can, that’s not gunna change any time soon, so getting married can wait. It’s like you two movin in together. You rushed it, because it was overwhelming Kurt. Imagine how much more overwhelming marriage is gunna be Blaine.” Besides, Elliott firmly believed that marriage didn’t have to happen. Hell, one in three ended in divorce now-a-days, and it was just a slip of paper and chance to be over the top. It wasn’t proof of love, as far as Elliott was concerned the proof came in the everyday things. “Just, really think about it, yeah?”
“You don’t think I haven’t thought about this,” Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his chair tucking his feet crossed over one another underneath, “It’s all I’ve thought about, Elliott. From the moment I met him I just knew that I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. I almost blew it.” He choked on the delivery, mouth twisting into a half laugh of frustration. “I’m not going to do anything that is going to mess us up ever again. Including rushing into something that we’re not ready for. Because we are.“
He held his breath when he noticed how determined he sounded. No. Determined wasn’t the proper word. Desperate. Desperate for Elliott to understand him but even more desperate to get out of this conversation because it was starting to get to his head. With a drawn out sigh–he deflated and bent one elbow against the opposite arm folded over his stomach so he could lift his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Eyes squeezed shut and he took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Elliott. You’re only trying to get your point across. You’re a really good friend and I know you’re just trying to look out for us.” His hand dropped down to squeeze the inside bend of his elbow–gaze catching Elliott’s once again. “Can I ask you something? Has Kurt said anything to you about the wedding? Anything? I’m–just. Has he?” It was hard to get a question out that you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to. But? No taking it back now.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Tomorrow night? I’m more than happy to do that tomorrow. Are you sure you want to drive all the way here? I don’t mind coming to you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Tonight? You want to come tonight? I’d love to have you hear, no matter what. I’d love to be able to see you soon.
( mssg » dave | sent ) I think I’d rather see you tonight. ( mssg » dave | sent )
If that’s okay? I’ll make the drive since I’m the one suggesting it this late. What do you say?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Of course I am, he looks like a man of many talents. I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew a thing or two. You should be all of those [;)] ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Bring it on. They higher you get from me, the more willing I’d be to do other things.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I am all of those. Yet curiously interested in what you might come home with. Please don’t sit too close to him. I’m not sure if he bites or not. I heard rumors. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) ..Like what? Please? Do share. I promise I’ll try my hardest.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Nope, too late honestly. Way too late. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Wait…really? Oh, right. Well, I like it. I like the way you sext me, because it makes me love you even more. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh..god. Fuck…God you’re hot…Feel free to always be half naked. I literally can’t wait to get home.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Okay. Judging by that reaction..I made up for some of the embarrassing fumbling earlier. I’ll get better. I promise. Just..rusty. Ha! ( mssg » dave | sent ) Oh? Wow! Um! Thank you, Dave. I’ll keep that in mind. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Looks like we have something in common then. I really can’t wait for you get home either. 😉
Sebastian reached forward for a tiny bit that missed the mouth. Scooping it onto his finger he tasted it. Nothing like a little Blaine and sauce mixed together for a great taste. “Are you just now coming to that realization, Blaine?” Sebastian was rather pleased with himself for Blaine’s reaction. He was quite the cook. His favorite apron even said “Domestic Goddess” on it for a reason. “Oh, well I’m sorry if I’m telling you the truth. It’s not in my character to lie. Actually well, it is but you know what I was going for. I’m the one who’s supposed to be cocky. Not you.”
“Alright. But up in my room,” he said. Getting out some forks and knives he laid them on each plate. Taking them both into his hands he nodded. He couldn’t let a guest labor. That was his duty as a host. “Blaine, I can think of a lot of things I would much rather be down your throat right now,” he dully spoke. Beginning to walk up the stairs he laughed to himself. “Yes, Blaine. You are very obvious when you’re joking. You get this stupid puppy grin on your face and look like a total dope. But in the sexiest way possible.”
Making it to his room, he used his elbow to open the door as he pushed inside. His room was pristine. Cleaned to the T and spotless, the various aromas that he so dearly loved wafted around. Crawling onto his bed he sat with his legs crossed as he awaited Blaine. “Feel free to sit wherever’s most comfortable. The bed, that chair, my lap, my face. Y’know.”
If the stutter noise in his brain wasn’t loud enough watching Sebastian taste the sauce he dabbed off his lip with a fingertip? The way Sebastian taunted him while he was leading him out of the room was. Hands came out to take hold of the plate but seeing Sebastian insistent on taking the burden of carrying it all–he tucked them behind his back and followed after a couple failed babysteps while he tried to catch up. Not in space between them but in wits. His were currently laid out on the polished hardwood floor.
Stupid puppy sexy grin? What?! Blaine’s eyebrows creased together and a huff puffed out his chest. “Hold on,” Sebastian was given a set of serious side eye, “How does a dope look close to sexy? I’m not sure I’m following you there,” his hand trailed along the banister setting him on a momentum to pull himself the rest of the way up the staircase. “Um? Thanks anyway?” A curious glance darted around Sebastian’s room when Blaine stepped inside but his attention jerked right back to the boy on the bed at his seat choices. The stare on his face only said one thing–Oh my God.
Smirking in spite of himself–Blaine palmed the back of his neck and pointed at the chair with the other. “I think the chair would be fine,” but he stopped beside the bed on the way there to take his plate and paused long enough to give him a shake of his head. “You never turn it off–do you?” His tone wasn’t sardonic–far from it. There was a light air to it that said even though his occasional owlish eyed stare at what came out of Sebastian’s mouth? Deep down? It was absolutely nothing like he ever encountered before–and he couldn’t figure out why it was so puzzlingly entertaining.
Everything happened rather quickly. For one thing, Sebastian didn’t imagine someone like Blaine getting physical. Upon being shoved a bewildered yet quite irritated look dominated his facial features. “Don’t worry. I plan on it,” he poisonously spoke. “I’m sure it’ll be better than you.” Slamming the door shut and locking it he immediately went upstairs. Tossing his phone to the side he crawled in bed to try and get some sleep. The night would pass and none would be found. Just his anger, and regret.
Between the texts that the two shared, Sebastian opened himself up for once. Blaine was one of the only people who had ever been a witness to such a thing. It was extremely late at night, and he couldn’t wait until morning. Telling Blaine that he’d be on his way, he got into his car and drove off. His red eyes focused on the road before him, occasionally stinging from exhaustion. Some soft music played as he began to eventually relax in the car seat. It wasn’t too long of a drive.
The headlights shined still. The car was parked and Sebastian was sitting inside. Taking a deep breath he turned the keys, got out, and locked it. Every step felt so incredibly heavy on his way up to the door. While walking he texted Blaine that he had arrived. Anxiously awaiting outside of his door, his fingers tapped on his legs.
Two weeks and no sign of Sebastian in his life whatsoever. As far as he knew? Their friendship was over and a large part of what happened was his fault. That Sebastian listened to him just like he made good on his promise and deleted the other boy’s number from his phone. To his surprise? A message about notes for a Calculus class he wasn’t taking came in the middle of the night from a number he didn’t recognize. Shooting an apology back landed him that piece of enlightenment on who sent it. Sebastian.
So much for other boy deleting his number like he told him to. Why did he feel so guilty that he had? Their conversation didn’t go the way Blaine planned but that was becoming status quo for the boy who appeared into his life out of nowhere at the wrong time. –It’s not my fault. He keeps saying it but it doesn’t stop feeling like it is.– Now..he was staring at his phone reading the message that Sebastian was here for much longer than it’d take for him to go answer the door.
“Don’t screw this up, Blaine. Just–don’t,” he chided himself as he rushed down the stairs and through the hall to the foyer. A shaking hand grabbed the door handle and he pulled it open coming face to face–with a raise of his chin–and making eye contact with–. “Sebastian, come in. Sorry. I was upstairs.” Pulling the door open as bare feet padded backwards–he motioned for Sebastian to enter with a wave of his hand and a press of his lips into a small, tentative smile.
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