norma didn’t particularly mind being labelled ‘the quiet girl’. – it wasn’t incorrect after all. but most people, knowing that she didn’t speak, would take one of two measures. ignore her, or pick on her. she knew which she prefered, however this sudden friendly attitude from the boy was a huge change of pace. that wasn’t to say that blaine’s invitation didn’t still come as a surprise, as was apparent by the look that graced delicate features. eyes widen slightly and her lips part as if she was about to speak, settling instead with an affirmative nod – and a smile. before gesturing for him to lead the way. she picks up her bag, draping the strap across her shoulder as nervous fingers fiddle aimlessly at a loose thread on the worn down material.
Blaine perked up thinking that Norma was about to speak but when she only nodded–he gave her a polite smile and was proud of himself that he earned one from her, too. It felt good to make other people smile and she had such a pretty one. He wondered how often she lit up so brightly. Two seconds later, he made it his personal mission to give her a reason to at least once a day from here on out. “Great! Thanks! I could use the company,” he fixed the strap on his satchel and motioned towards the exit of the library before leading her in that direction. As they walked–it dawned on him he didn’t introduce himself. Embarrassed, Blaine cringed at his lack of manners and gave her small smile. “My name’s Blaine. Blaine Anderson. Sorry I didn’t do that earlier.”
( mssg » dave | sent ) Oh God. You aren’t kidding, are you? Did you try the gorilla glue and vice grip idea?! That stuff said right on the bottle that it’d fix anything! The guy at Home Depot promised me that if I used a vice grip with it, we’d be good as new. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Okay. I told him I broke a door but what was I supposed to say?
( mssg » dave | sent ) Uh.. About that. Honestly? The answer was yes. However! If the attempt was so bad that you have to ask me if that’s what I am doing? I’m going to go with no, of course not!
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Well, Mr. Anderson, I think you may have just convinced me enough to play hookie from school. You should consider that an achievement. I will be holding you to that though, mark my words. Stripes. You’ve always looked fantastic in stripes, no matter how it’s worn.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Did I, Mr. Hummel? Well. I consider it an achievement that deserves a trophy. Or.. You know what would be even better? I think you holding me to my words is EXACTLY what I deserve for stealing you from the halls of finer education for..um..extracurricular activities. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh? I do? Alright! Stripes it is. You don’t have to tell me twice.
One eyebrow raised in curiosity at Blaine’s first statement. Sebastian sensed a feeling of anxiety and he relished in the thought of it. “I mean, with an ass like that you’re hardly ever showing up empty handed, Blaine. But I do appreciate the gesture,” his swagger enriched his words. Blaine was quite cute when he was flustered. Sebastian always enjoyed bringing it out of him. The cute school boy look really got him going. Sometimes, if he thought about it, he always found himself interested in those who aren’t like him. Those who haven’t been hurt, and taken advantage of him like him. Something about purity interested him.
What wasn’t there between the two that wasn’t a perfect match? Both have nice houses. Money. Obvious homosexual attraction. At least Sebastian inferred as much. As far as arranged marriages go they’d be a hitch, minus the both male aspect. “We could always test your hand at some French recipes. I’ve the ingredients and will for a mean Steak Diane. Totally romantic, if you ask me. And I’m talking about after we cook, handsome.”
Blaine didn’t say anything to the comment about him bringing his rear end–which was unavoidable since he was literally attached to it–would never have him arriving empty handed. In the short amount of time he’d been getting to know Sebastian–he figured out one fact within a few short visits. Taunting him seemed to be one of Sebastian’s favorite things and how he talked was part of who he was. What came out of his mouth at any given time had to be some weird compulsion he couldn’t resist. The filter between Sebastian’s brain and his tongue didn’t exist. From what Blaine guessed? Sebastian was born without one. It was how he was wired. And if Blaine wanted to be his friend–he was going to have to get used to hearing the most far out there things ever tossed his way. The sooner, the better. If he could get his face under control and stop lighting up like a wildfire was on his skin every time it happened? That’d be nice. So far? He had yet to learn that trick.
Catching sight of a painting in the hall that captured his attention–and was used as a means of trying to get his blush under control–Blaine pivoted on his heel as they passed it walking backwards to eye the colors on the canvas with an uneven smile. “I think I could try out a French recipe. Should be rather easy compared to Filipino. By easy–I mean bland. Isn’t that the stereotype,” he flashed Sebastian a taunting grin now that his cheeks cooled off and turned back around to follow him to the kitchen like someone over five years old should. “Let’s give it a try. Far as where we go after? I–ahh,” his palm cupped the back of his head and he shrugged causing that bent elbow to lift. “Wherever is fine with me. As long as there’s enough room to go over song lists. Where do you keep your notes? We can go over them while we eat.”
Lift your head up high. And scream out to the world! I know I am someone! And let the truth unfurl. No one can hurt you now. Because you know what’s true.
“Oh, you love the spotlight.” Playfully pushing him as she grinned. “Hey to you too.” The brunette whispered, handing him a mic before turning back to hers. “As I said, this was unplanned…” Emilia quickly glanced over at Blaine. “So, I’m going to take a moment to discuss the set list with Mr. Anderson, feel free to talk among yourselves.” Em chuckled at her almost brother-in-law, knowing she was embarrassing him – in her defense, she could have called him a lot worse. She crouched down to retrieve the set list on the floor, handing it to Blaine. “What do you think?”
“What,” Blaine scrunched his nose and gave her the most jokingly incredulous look he could muster up. “Did you just accuse me of–? I’m offended.” Emilia deserved some gruff for the spotlight comment. He stepped to the side as she addressed the crowd pausing his eyeing the setlist below trying to figure out what they were going to sing and if they could use something she already had planned when she crouched in front of him. “I think any of these could work,” he leaned into her but smiled at the crowd before meeting her eyes. “Or we could sing that song you sang for your fifth birthday party. The one Burt treated me to the home video of. What was it again?” If she thought this taunting was bad? It was nothing compared to what she was going to get later for his revenge!
// Oh my God! This is the sweetest thing! Thank you so so much for taking the time to send me this. I don’t know who you are but you liking Blaine and my writing means the world to me and felt so amazing to hear! I thank you from the bottom of my heart! You are truly a wonderful person to make someone else feel as great as you made me feel and I hope you have a wonderful day and even more amazing always!
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine, listen to me. I’m marrying you. We have our whole lives to catch up what we lost. I’m just saying I need time for myself. Me time isn’t a bad thing. You should take some me time too, it’s healthy for couples, or at least that’s what Elliott’s said, and someone like Oprah, pretty sure anyways. Don’t be sorry. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I love you, okay?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I know it isn’t a bad thing. I didn’t mean to imply that I thought it was. I guess I just forgot for a while because I’ve been too wrapped up in being around you to notice what I was doing. You’re right and so is Elliott and/or Oprah or whoever. I’ll back off and give you some room to breathe before I suffocate you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I love you, too. So so much.
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