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dave.

Dave honestly wanted to thump Blaine for changing the rules at the very last second. He shook his head, a long sigh leaving his lips as he casually just slowed down to, obvious that he wasn’t going to be winning this race. He slid into the driver seat, turning to look at the other. “You suck, you know that? I can’t believe that you play unfair, see if I race you  or do anything with you again,” he teased, leaning over to give Blaine a quick kiss. Jabbing his keys into the ignition, he waited as the car turned on. He waited a moment, taking a deep breath, before leaning back and pulled out a bottle and two glasses out. “I got us sparkling cider. I mean, its not alcoholic. Maybe doing this in the front seat of a car is the best idea, but I wanted to celebrate our first road trip together. Not that big deal but yeah. I’m really excited to be doing this trip with you, and I feel like it kind of puts our relationship forward a bit, so here is to us,” he hummed, popping the bottle and pour glasses for the two of them.

“I suck?!  Seriously?  Did you just say that to me?  Dave,” he laughed so hard that his cheeks were red and the sound of his giggle fit was only cut off by the sudden kiss.  Blaine instinctively trailed after Dave’s quickly retreating lips but he was gone too quick to catch up.  A jittery look away that darted from Dave to the glove box and finally blinked with the realization he had to fasten his seatbelt filled the space between the car turning on and the strangely paced pause. Safely locked in with a metallic click–Blaine rubbed his palms on his bended knees and let out a cleansing breath in an attempt to get his heart to slow down.  –Kiss me again.  I want you to kiss me again.–  Cider?  Gifted with a sudden distraction from too much thinking about a simple kiss–he was all too pleasantly surprised by such an outright adorably thoughtful boyfriend presenting a bottle of cider of all things. “Aww.  No way,” his eyes softened and he looked down at the glasses shaking his head.  “This has to be the cutest thing you’ve ever..  I..  Oh my God. This is adorable.  To us.”  Carefully clinking his glass with Dave’s as soon as it was in his hand–Blaine took a sip and waited for Dave to lower his drink before leaning in and kissing the very corner of his mouth.  “Thank you.”

you’re going down..i’m yelling timber.

“It’s all good. I get it all the time. People’s misconceptions that is,” Sebastian shrugged it off. He didn’t pay much mind to it. “Well, I’m a pretty impressive guy so if I wanted to try we’d be in a whole completely different ballgame.” The filets were almost at that golden temperature. A nice browning and crispiness would compliment the tender and juicy inside. Sebastian was rather pumped for this food.

“Please, I can’t wait to wipe the floor with you. You witnessed me on a bad day in the Common Room. You truly have no idea,” Sebastian spoke himself up. “Quite honestly, I don’t know why you’re even there still. Coming back with the Warblers is a complete guaranteed Nationals trophy, Blaine. But I guess when we obliterate the Nude Erections you’ll come back on your hands and knees to me, preferably. Oh, and you’d come back to the Warblers too.” Sebastian reached up to quickly brush the tip of his nose.  A small chuckle rolled out. “And when I beat you what do I owe you?”

Sebastian’s hand was cupped underneath the ladle as he guided it to Blaine’s mouth. Tipping it up and watching Blaine, his eyes narrowed. “Is it ready? Delicious? Absolutely fantastic cooking prowess by Sebastian Alderic Smythe?”

Careful fingertips touched the side of Sebastian’s hand as Blaine leaned up and gave the sauce a small taste.  A groan of delight was muffled behind a tongue licking the taste off his lips.  “It’s perfect.  Oh, wow.  You’re good,” a delighted twinkle danced in his eyes before they switched gears and became much more deviously narrowed. “Not delicious enough to let you off the hook for saying you were going to wipe the floor with me.”  A smile so wide it showed his teeth followed a playful chuckle.  “It can’t be a guaranteed National Trophy, Sebastian.  I’m pretty sure I know the perfect place for it to go in our trophy case.”

He let Sebastian off for what he called the New Directions this time.  Next time?  Probably not. And, face it, there would be a next time.  Sebastian gave him plenty enough ammo for a witty taunt without it.  Plus, if he did Sebastian that favor?  Maybe Sebastian wouldn’t point out how the mention of going back to Dalton had Blaine amping up the crinkly nosed jabs he tossed around to recover from the brief pause that the point gave him.  Homesick.  He was homesick every day for a place he walked away from for better things.

“Come on.  Let’s eat and you can tell me how many bites of steak it takes for knowing I’m right and you’re going to lose to digest.  The truth always goes down better with food anyway.” Lightly tugging on the hem of Sebastian’s sleeve–Blaine bit his lip and circled back hoping that..  “You know I’m only joking.  Don’t you?”

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jeff.

Jeff laughed “Choir, no were like rock stars” He exclaimed finally having his mouth not full of food. “We are an acapella group, we use our mouths no instruments were like a better version of Maroon 5″ He told Blaine “Well except were no where near Adam Levine’s amazingness” He smiled his face turning towards Blaine and winked “We compete with other groups that aren’t quite at our level at a sectional, regional, then going to Nationals” He told the curly haired boy. 

Nick looked over at Jeff as he spoke about the warblers and cut in over the blonde “Jeff over exaggerates the Maroon 5 thing, were good, were not that good” He told Blaine when the blonde slapped him playfully. Jeff piped up “Don’t listen to him Blaine you’ll have to see for yourself when you come to one of our practices.” he told Blaine with a big smile. 

Turning a few shades of red–Blaine held back the comment about no one on this planet being able to beat Adam’s perfection and instead went with something–safer.  Like totally fanboying over Maroon 5 as a band and not–well–the gloriousness that is Adam Levine singularly.  “Are you sure you guys can beat Maroon 5?  I mean.  That’s a huge statement.” 

Coming back out of the shell that the previous focus on him had him retracting into was a lot easier with the topic of music and the sudden overwhelming curiosity he had to see one of the Warblers practices.  Who knows? Maybe he could try singing again.  It’d been too long.  Since–well–before the incident as his Father liked to label what happened.  Chewing on a corner of crust–he shrugged and made sure to wipe his mouth off before speaking up.  "My old school didn’t make it past Sectionals last year from what I heard.  I joined after they lost.  So it was just school performances and trying to dust their knees off and get ready to try again next year. When do you guys practice?  What sort of songs do you sing? Acapella, too?  That is..wow.”

sebastian.

Sebastian was barely picking up the body language of Blaine. He was so intoxicated by him that he quite literally was drunk with sensuality. His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding within his chest. This was everything he had ever wanted. From that first moment he saw him walk into that Warbler practice, Sebastian had wanted him. Blaine was just his type. He needed this. No other guy was giving him the rush that Blaine was giving him.

“Beautiful…” he huffed out. That was a thought that unintentionally was sounded out. “No more words…” In betwixt Blaine’s legs he slowly pushed against Blaine’s chest. His lips went to meet the young man’s once more. This time it was much more. Sebastian’s tongue flicked out to meet Blaine’s lips as his lips worked fervently against. Heavy breathing through his nose filled the air. Small moans were exchanged against Blaine’s tender lips. Bold enough to be more aggressive he wrapped Blaine’s legs higher up around his waist. It was fast, and hard movements that left him a little breathless. “Fuck.”

Sebastian’s hands daringly explored Blaine’s thighs. His fingers tip toed further to where the insides of his thighs met. Sebastian needed some friction because he was un-mistakingly hard and the pressure was doing things to him. He didn’t know how much further Blaine would let him take it. He’d take as much as he could, gladly.

He recalled those famous words of his. Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.

‘Beautiful…’

What composure he had left to keep his eyes from rolling back was gone when he heard Sebastian’s word slip blunder.  His legs clenched onto the other’s sides.  A feeble attempt at holding him where he was because that was a sensible thing to do.  Of course it didn’t last. Because the sensible didn’t belong in a completely insensible situation.  He would have fallen against the back of the sofa like a house of cards with the barest touch against his chest.  The continued press of fingertips there had his body screaming to stay put where he was guided to.

The taste of Sebastian’s tongue against his lips lured him in, neck and shoulders lifted so he could cant his head at an angle.  His mouth opened up, a groan rolled over his tongue but he kept it inside his mouth subconsciously challenging Sebastian’s to venture in if he wanted anything more.  He received Sebastian’s moans when they were given over, swallowed them down and felt the vibration rattle up his spine and burst goosebumps over a small patch of exposed skin that his ruffled up shirt revealed above his belt.

A soft cry escaped when his legs were roughly wrapped around a slender waist.  Touches to his thighs and higher sent a cold rush of delight through his stomach and zig zagged it down his legs curling toes in before it turned into fire inside his gut.  He wanted him and his throat clenched at the thought.  Trembling fingers lifted to twist into Sebastian’s hair. Just a minute longer.  A minute more and he’d stop this.  But what a minute it would be.  Blaine curled his fingers into fistfuls of chestnut brown and the small of his back arched, hips lifted.  That friction. Oh God, that friction against Sebastian’s jeans made him let go a muffled sob from what it did to his insides.

One more minute and it’d be over.. Just one more.

dave.

Maybe things weren’t idealic for either of them. Maybe they weren’t exactly the best couple, considering how they both had problems emotionally and were both trying to move on from what happened to them.  Still he was happy for the fact that they were able to be with each other, to be able to heal together. He enjoyed the feeling of Blaine, around him. He gasped softly when he felt the small kiss on his cheek. He pulled away quickly, but leaned back in, brushing his own lips against Blaine’s cheek, despite wanting to kiss the other on the lips.”I think we will have fun. I mean I think we will, I hope we will. I plan on enjoying time with you,” he paused, staring at the other for a moment, until he realized that they were racing. Gasping, he ran off behind Blaine, eagerly racing behind him. “Gas is full, but I’ll take you up on that,” he hummed, reaching the car, probably at the same time as his boyfriend.

Blaine might’ve beat Dave to the passenger side door–with his head start and a stroke of luck–if it weren’t for the fact that hearing Dave’s surprised gasp when the challenge sank in and his quick attempt to catch up didn’t have Blaine cracking up halfway there.  He kept laughing as he yanked open the door and fell inside the car rather ungracefully.  Leaning on his elbow against the console and turning onto a one knee kneel on his car seat–Blaine pushed a palm on Dave’s driver’s side spot so he could preen his charmingly devilish grin up at his boyfriend.  And claim the empty cushion his own.  AKA: Play Unfair?  Nah!  Not him!  Sure, he was almost leaning out the window to pull the desired amount of playful snark off but it was worth entrusting Dave not to open it out of spite and send him falling face first onto the cobblestone driveway.  “I changed the rules.  It’s the first one with their rear in a seat,” another broad grin was shot up to him a mere head tilt before Blaine was back to his own seat waiting for Dave to get in and get them out of Ohio.

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) This. This is another reason. This is another reason that I need a break. We don’t need to be twenty-four seven, yet sometimes I feel guilted and I feel like I can’t breathe and it’s so exhausting. 

( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m not trying to make you feel guilty.  I swear I’m not. I’ve never been that person and I’m not that person now.  Listen.  Everything’s fine, Kurt.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I didn’t mean to make you feel like I’m suffocating you but I understand how I did now that you pointed it out.  It was never my intention.  I just got caught up in having you. Like I said.  All I am saying is that I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen anymore.  We’ll take a break and refocus ourselves.

kurt.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) I may have to find a trophy for it, just because. Oh do you?  What would you suggest for me holding you to it?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) We may have use for the other though.

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) I could suggest a few things that come to mind.  If I need to choose one to begin with?  I think you demonstrating what ideas you have to put the paisley to use is probably at the top of my list.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I lied.  It’s second to your clothes being in a pile at the foot of the bed for starters and us taking advantage of being the only ones here.  Because I miss testing how loud I can make your voice get before it cracks.

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