Kurt smiles a little softly. If anything, Blaine was trustworthy. He knew that. He was also more forgiving than he should be of Kurt, but that was neither here nor there as far as Kurt’s concerned. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not he could trust his family, it was a matter of how they would look at him. How dangerous it might be to tell them. What happens when someone is stressed and worried and lets it slip what he was? They’d look insane. Or he would, if the fact he said it first came out as well. Not that he would be fine with Blaine in such a scenario, but he trusts him not to say a word no matter what. Finn might do it. He doesn’t want to ask Burt not to tell Carole or vise versa, and he’s not positive what she would do either. Maybe this all has ruined his trust in people.
He chuckles at the joke and maintains his smile despite Blaine’s next question. “The distance we’re allowed is pretty far already. Another week or so and I can leave the state if I wanted. He’s not lurking around the neighborhood I promise.” He says it lightly, taking another bite. “I wouldn’t trust him not to barge in here thinking he’s funny.” Kurt rolls his eyes.
Making Kurt laugh any amount filled Blaine with more joy than anything he could think of. That was always the case. Now that he was back and with all that happened since then and before? It meant even more to him than it did when they first met and he went to any length he had to just to see Kurt’s face and eyes come to life with laughter and a smile. He watched him like it was the first time and the last time it would happen, gaze dancing from Kurt’s blue eyes to his smile and back. It made the ache in his belly that his question killed his appetite with ebb just enough that taking another bite was impossible to turn away.
Was it misplaced hope and relief that he received that answer with? He couldn’t help feeling both. He did. Both rushed in removing layers of bricks he felt on his shoulders that were becoming impossibly harder to bear the weight of. “Really,” he asked with a rising pitch to his voice he wished wasn’t there. He swallowed it down with more breakfast and a hearty gulp of orange juice. Exhaling through his nose and letting his head tilt to the side–he tried to sound as casual as possible. “What’s it like? How you are now. What’s different? Besides the obvious.”
It was nice to meet someone who was actually kind and friendly for once so Tina decided that it would great to let Blaine have his way. “Let’s ruin my dinner then. We all have to do our part to keep chivalry off of that list.” Tina couldn’t help giggling a bit. Tossing out the cup that was practically empty, she grabbed a napkin and wiped off the little coffee that ended up on her. Then she led the way over to the line. “So Blaine, when you aren’t working to keep chivalry alive, what do you like to do?”
“Thank you for indulging me, Miss Tina.” Blaine paused beside her and glanced over at the table of boys who were giving him quizzical looks and gave them a shrug and raised pair of eyebrows back. Once Tina wiped the pesky coffee splash off her hand–his attention was fully on her and he stepped aside for her to lead. “Doing my part for the chivalry business takes up a lot of my spare time,” he hummed happily, “but when I can step aside from those duties? I–uh. Pretend I can play a few instruments and sing and dance? With those clowns back there mostly,” his thumb jutted over his shoulder towards the boys who busied themselves with anything but staring. Their efforts came late and they were busted anyway. “How about you?”
Sebastian was in rare form. The teasing started mellow. By the end of their second glass of wine from the bottle Sebastian stole from the cellar–Blaine was pretty sure he never heard his singing compared to the talent that his rear end was. Such bravado behind it–no pun intended–too. He would buy a ticket to hear it sing if it belonged to anyone else other than him with the loud boasts his friend broadcasted the appeal of it to the empty house. He laughed each time. Gazing from his glass up to Sebastian with a toothy smile and look of disbelief in the ‘worst’ spots. The taller boy seated on the floor next to the couch Blaine was sitting cross legged on was about to launch into another round–his fingers waving elegantly said he was about to make a point. Thinking of no other way to derail him–Blaine sat his glass down and cleared his throat loud enough to earn a pause.
“As much as I appreciate another reminder? I think I got it the third or fourth time. And,” he ignored how his heart sped up now that he set his idea into motion. Both hands rested on Sebastian’s cheeks and silence fell. Success! Bending in–inch by inch–to the point he had to roll up onto his knees against the cushion and hunch over to reach, his smile curved onto one of mischief. Suddenly–he swerved up and his fingers nudged Sebastian’s cheeks to bring his chin down. His hair smelled like sandalwood and amber when Blaine drew in and he indulged himself an inhale of it before his lips touched the crown of Sebastian’s head. “You’re impossible. If I thank you? Can I get my rear out of being the center of conversation this go round?”
It had been a year since Emmett had arrived in New York at first awestruck by it all he has only been here once but they didn’t get much time to explore as it was more of a rescue mission but now He was there permanently, he worked on costumes helped with the set and really was the director right hand of course in more ways then one.
He was helping one of the cast members with their costumes a younger man. He held pins in his mouth as his hiked up the shorter male’s pants. “Hold up, hun. You’re almost perfect just don’t wiggle to much.” He advised looking up at him. “What was your name?” He asked him.
He made it! Finally made it! The Palace Theatre was abuzz with the oncoming production’s rush for costume changes, last minute lighting redesign and rehearsal after rehearsal until he was sure he wasn’t going to ever stop singing. Not even in his sleep. Today, it was his job to just stand in his dressing room while his costumes were fitted, hemmed and probably had the same done to them repeatedly until they were just right. Boy, he was failing at it.
“I’m trying. Sorry. I regret all the coffee I had this morning and afternoon,” Blaine replied softly with an apologetic wince that turned into a set of wide eyes and waving hands. You know? The brand of ‘oops’ that made him do exactly what Emmett was asking him not to. Wiggle. “I didn’t mean I have to go to the bathroom. I just feel like I might dangle from the ceiling in ten minutes if I keep still.” He was already excited to be trying on the costumes he’d wear on the set of the first show that wasn’t at NYADA. Or an Off-Off Broadway production in a backalley mess of a theatre. Dosing himself with enough caffeine to kill a horse was unnecessary but habits.
anyone 6’0 or taller: stands near me
me: [softly] for fuck’s sake
Jeff and Nick shared a look towards the end of Blaine’s answer then Jeff wrapped an arm around Blaine and whispered in his new roommate’s ear “Their loss our gain” then smiled to him as the pizza arrived at the table with the soda’s and other items that were ordered. He moved his arm out from around the curly haired boy and reached for a mozzarella stick and a piece of pizza and began stuffing his face.
Nick rolled his eyes and smiled at Blaine saying “Glad you came here then” He smiled to the boy as he also reached for food. Jeff with his face stuffed looked towards Blaine and then around at all the other warblers. He really was glad he had a new roommate sure he could get away with Having nick in his room from time to time without Blaine being there, it has been what he did when he didn’t have a roommate, but now that he had Blaine he could see fun times ahead and perhaps someone other than nick who could help him with the storms got too bad. He didn’t relish having to tell his roommate about that, but then again Blaine just told him the group of them things that he probably didn’t want to share just yet and he was thankful to the boy.
The shared glance between Jeff and Nick didn’t go unnoticed by the avoidant boy sitting next to the blonde. Blaine quickly turned his attention away from them so he wouldn’t make them uncomfortable should they see he noticed their look. What were they thinking? Did he share too much? Too little? He tried to answer their question without seeming too stand offish. Did talk so cryptically that he came off exactly how he was trying not to? Or worse? As soon as he felt an arm wrapped around him and breath on his ear–he relaxed into it and glanced at Jeff from the corners of his eyes. His smile was back and it was honest and full of relief. –It’s okay. Didn’t blow it for trying not to. Breathe and relax. They’re friends.–
“Me too,” his voice picked up and so did the twinkle in his eye that seemed to keep trying to shine even if his nerves suffocated each attempt after only letting it briefly shine. He didn’t shy away when his leaning in to grab a slice of pizza fit shoulder against Jeff’s arm. “So..,” he nudged Jeff and took a drink of his soda to wash down a bite. “You guys sing. What’s that like? Choir? My old school had one and I sang in it my freshman year and some of this year. We were okay. A lot of kids used it as an excuse to hook up at camp or go on trips. But the ones who were dedicated to singing made it fun.”
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