sam: right sam: yea sam: ok sam: thanks man ur the best sam: and i’ve seen u kiss like a bunch of times dude lol u’d totally be a good kisser sam: i mean remember how u smooched rachel at that party in sophomore year? sam: i knew from BEFORE day one that my boy’s got skills lol
blaine: Right. blaine: Thanks. So are you. Best of the best actually. blaine: Aw. Well. Thanks. I’m sure you’d be pretty great yourself. blaine: How could I forget the infamous “make out session” with Rachel? Ha! blaine: Oh wow, Sam! LOL
“Well, I hope that going on a date with me would be an upswing for you.” He shrugged a shoulder shyly. “And that’s definitely an upswing for me, too.” He winked and poked Blaine’s nose again. “And, hopefully, if all goes well, then maybe it can continue to be an upswing for both of us…”
“Definitely an upswing,” he smiled feeling the warmth in his cheeks spreading over the bridge of his nose and getting hotter. Blaine tucked his chin down as the second poke broke him into a bubbly laugh. “I hope it is for you and that it stays that way for us but– First? I have to get this out of my system.” Lifting his head–hazel eyes twinkled with a devilish glee as he inched closer. Poke! Right on the tip of Isaac’s nose! And one more poke to make them even followed.
Kurt smiled whole-heartedly in return. As Blaine takes his hand, as he continues, Kurt almost doesn’t know what to do with this. On the inside he definitely doesn’t, but on the outside he knows to smile and try not to blush and shake his head a little humbly at the praise. “I don’t think anyone has ever been as nice to me as you were when we were strangers.” He explains with a light, gentle tone.
Blaine liked the feeling of Kurt’s hand in his. It was warm, soft and he memorized the texture that could only be described as flawless thanks to a skin care regimen the other boy made sure to never miss. Yet? He had no idea how any of his other friends hands felt. Let alone committed it to memory. Thinking on why–he caught himself with a gentle smile before he looked back down at the knuckles he tenderly traced with his thumb. “Why wouldn’t I be nice to you? You’re an amazing person, Kurt.” Licking his lips–he stands up but doesn’t let go. Instead–he gives it a gentle tug. “You know? The vending machine hot chocolate gets a bad rep but it’s not bad,” he hummed, “I think we need to get two each and go for a walk. You wanna?”
Just taking one look at Blaine’s room, Seb could tell it reflected everything he was in a way. And who Blaine was? Sebastian loved endlessly, even if he kept that big minor detail inside his mysterious mind. Green eyes observed music related things, nautical themed items scattered around, all the colors Blaine kept dominant in his wardrobe, and the one that caught his eye most being all of the photos of him and Kurt. That part was one that made Sebastian feel almost uncomfortable. Not because he hadn’t turned a new leaf and tried to come face to face with the fact that Blaine was Kurt’s and it wouldn’t be different; But because somehow even though he knew this whole meeting was more than innocent, a friend to friend thing, it still was like a phantom label of villainous guilt was stamped to his forehead. Was it a bad choice to come here? These days it seemed to hard to tell what was good and what was bad because either way it seemed to end with sourness. A good guy hiding behind the mask of trouble made things blurry.
Though this whole thing was already confusing, the whispered voice at the other side of the bed caught Sebastian’s attention and he fell out of his trance of anxieties to be reminded the real reason he was here. Sebastian was here for Blaine and the sake of needing to be forgiven. Needing to make sure someone he had so quickly grown to care about was okay. A soft smile appears on his lips as he looks over at the other, keeping his hands in his lap. Beautiful as ever was Blaine Anderson. Though the mood in the room was calm a part of his heart always still began to beat faster when those hazel eyes looked at him. The tricky part now was ingraining in his head that he wasn’t supposed to be thinking that way.
❝Good afternoon, sleepy head.❞ he says lightheartedly. Why in the hell was Blaine asking if he was okay? I mean he knew that the whole text conversation they had very much revealed that Sebastian was dealing with some major one man wars in his head—– but god damn, being asked that question only reminded him how good of a person Blaine was. Here he was in bed on drugs for his poor eye caused by something Sebastian did, and he was asking Sebastian if he was okay? Not to mention that Blaine allowed him to come here because if he went home it would of been a bad environment. Eyes glance off to pull away contact for a moment as he pauses, soon staring back at the other male. ❝I’m great.❞ he lies with a smile, he has to be strong.
❝I think the real question is how you’re doing, Claus von Stauffenberg?❞ he asks, adding in a little bit of jokes directed towards the eye patch (which by the way, Sebastian shamefully thinks Blaine looks adorable with) in hopes it can lighten the situation a bit.
“You’re great,” he asks back in a tone that the lingering fogginess in his brain doesn’t let him cover up with something else. Disbelief. He wasn’t buying that Sebastian was great. Not after their conversation and–definitely–not after laying here watching that distant expression he saw written on his face. There was more that put it there than a picture of him and Kurt. That was most certainly the case. “Me? I’m okay,” Blaine didn’t have to lie about that. He was okay. Not great. Not amazing. Not anything but okay. Without the drugs–he got sore. Without talking to Sebastian and seeing him in person so they could talk this out. Then talking to Sebastian and sensing how messed up he was over this whole ordeal. All the stress his situation was putting his friends and Kurt through. His parents being angry that he wouldn’t say who did this to him. Before his Dad gave up and Blaine told his Mother to keep her appointments in Cincinnati. None of it when added with the fact that at least he wasn’t blind in one eye was balancing out to amazing, great, or anything other than okay.
Sebastian looked terrible. Lost and far away. If that’s what this mess turned him into? From the laughing, playfully jabbing friend he often found himself wondering where he got most of what came out of his mouth from? He had a fire in him. One that Blaine was pulled towards time and time again. Seeing it gone? Filled his stomach with a sense of sadness that was gut wrenching. “You don’t seem very great, Seb. But you’re here and we can fix things. You’re not leaving until we do and until you can promise me that you’re going to be okay if I let you go home. So.. Trust me? I don’t hate you. If that’s what you’re worried about the most? You can stop now.” The bed rustles as he scoots closer and uses his knee to gently nudge the outside of Sebastian’s thigh closest to him. One pleading eye meets both of his friend’s. –Please trust me. I can’t hate you. I tried. I can’t. I won’t ever be able to. I don’t care who says I should..–
Blaine half-heartedly laughs at the Claus von Stauffenberg comparison. He grins right after and lazily shrugs. “I wish I could brag that this happened during a war that I was trying to assassinate Hitler in but–anyway. Come here,” he reaches towards the boy sitting awkwardly on the edge of his bed. Fingers insistently wiggle to be taken. “It’s cold in the house and I’ve been cheating by just curling up in blankets instead of starting a fire. I don’t trust myself with matches. And I haven’t bothered to turn on the heat yet. Lay down with me?” Trying to coax him further–Blaine wriggles his fingers and waits for Sebastian to take them. “We can talk. If that’s what you still want to do. Just.. Come here.”
Dalton Academy, finally he might have found a sanctuary. No bullying, no constant being afraid of being tossed in a dumpster. And here, the Glee club were stars unlike on McKinley where they were on the bottom of the food chain.
He corrected his tie, perfecting his over all look before stepping inside. Being just as breathless as he had been the first time he’d come there to spy on the Warblers. He walked through the school before seeing the only familiar face he knew on the school; Blaine.
“—Blaine!” he half yelled, a smile on his face.
Blaine left the dorms early wanting to be inside the school when Kurt came to start his first day. He knew how stressful and intimidating being the new kid was. He went through it himself. Quite frankly–in Blaine’s opinion–Kurt has been through enough stress and intimidation to last a lifetime. Dalton was perfect for him and Blaine was going to be there to guarantee it would be.
Sitting on a large chair inside the grand foyer–Blaine held his satchel in his lap. Others passed by and waved or paused to say hello. Not once did his gaze stray from the doorway determined to catch sight of Kurt when he appeared.
And there he was. Not noticing him yet and taking everything in. Blaine smiled warmly and stood up, bid a goodbye to Jeff and waited to be seen.
Their eyes met–Blaine waved. “Kurt! You made it,” the Warbler hurried over and nodded down at his suit. “Check it out? You remembered your jacket this time.” His grin was ear to ear.
“Real quick of you, Anderson-of-a-bitch. I guess you have no way of knowing. Life sucks like that, have you not realized that by now? Again, real QUICK of you. No need to ask why. The only think you need to know is I’m gonna be out of here for a while. I’d like it if I had a friend around while I’m crashing at crappy motels, but frankly — I don’t trust you. Since you’ve moved in it’s all a big Kurt && Blaine pride parade. You do realize we haven’t hung out solo in weeks, if not over a month now, right? No, course you don’t. You’re to busy tending to the needs of tickle-me-elf-boy. I’m sick of it. So don’t bother, okay?”
“I’m sorry. What did you just call me? Really, Santana? Really? You don’t have to go. Please? Don’t go holing yourself up in shady hotels. This isn’t Lima. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? I know you think you’re a total badass and you are but–stay here. Where its safe and clean. Because God knows what you’re going to encounter in a roach motel in this town. Hold on. You don’t trust me? Because of Kurt and I being–well–us? I know we’ve been around each other a lot and I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was hurting you. Can we go out? Get dinner. A drink or two?” Or six considering how this conversation was going? He might need that many. “Talk this over? Will you give me that chance?”
❝Oh, I completely expect you to cut your last class.❞ he grins in a teasing but mostly true manor, leaning back smoothly in his theater seat even though the way Blaine was standing right above him was making his heart race a little bit. Anytime he was around Blaine he could feel his soul flutter, but Sebastian was skilled in keeping his cool on the outside. Plus? He’d never even admit to himself that he was totally heart eyes at Blaine Anderson and it wasn’t just a sexual attraction. The only way you could really tell with his body language in times like this was the way his eyes sparkled with admiration. Of course Sebastian would take up the offer of ditching this lame auditorium and even though he’d agree to Blaine buying coffee– Seb would end up paying once they get there. Just the way he was. Sebastian grins at the blush that is obvious on the other’s cheeks.
❝Let’s get out of here then. The boyfriend won’t come after me with pitchforks and torches if I steal you away, will he? My car goes super fast.❞
“Oh yeah?”Blaine strikes a playfully defiant pout. “You expect me to cut my last class, huh? You know? It is one of my favorite ones. So you’re lucky I offered.” Grinning–Blaine nudges the edge of Sebastian’s elbow with the side of his shoe. Teasing him back was quickly becoming one of his favorite things. Although Sebastian was proving to be a challenge to keep up with. No worries. Only gave him a reason to improve his bantering skills. Or if Sebastian played fair and didn’t pull out the big guns with saying something that usually sent him into a tongue tied mess? That’d be swell too. Though Blaine figured that Sebastian was never going to lose that ability. He seemed to have honed it before they ever met. Another layer of intrigue that pulled Blaine in. Blinking a thoughtful, fascinated spark in his eyes away—he lets his foot fall to the floor so he can stand from his perch. “N-no. I’ll send him a text. Let him know we can catch up for rehearsing later. He’ll be fine. No pitchforks and torches probably.” Or there might be. “My advice–? Have your keys at the ready? What? I’m kidding!”
sam: blaine i dont sam: i mean sam: what if it makes things weird? sam: what if we kiss and i like it and i catch feelings? and then we date and it doesnt work so we break up and its too weird to be best bros again?? sam: i mean i fall in love when a girl looks at me across the street man a good kiss is like a guarantee and ur the best friend i’ve ever had sam: i cant fuck things up with a random guy but i can fuck them up with u
blaine: Hey. Sam. Please calm down. Okay? blaine: I’m really sorry I brought it up. I understand everything you’re saying. I’d never let anything ruin us. Ever. You are so important to me. Too important to lose for any reason. blaine: And I mean any. blaine: If that’s a fear of yours? I’m the last person to push you towards something you have the slightest fear of potentially regretting. That’s not who we are for each other.
blaine: Let’s.. Let’s go out. See if we can find you someone worth it. It’ll be fun! blaine: Least you admitted you think I’d be a good kisser? 😉
“just don’t give me that look.”a slight snap to her voice as she sunk in her seat.”i did NOTHING.”
Blaine’s brows shot up at the snippy reply. Okay. What brought that out? Apparently–if she was this angry at being in trouble? There had to be something else going on. “Honey,” sighed watching her slink down in her chair wishing Kurt was home for this one. “That’s not what the letter from your teacher said. Why don’t you tell me what happened in your own words? I’m willing to listen but we need to get to the bottom of why you keep getting sent home with these.”
Tina laughed at Blaine’s expression because she was sure he thought that she wouldn’t say yes to his idea. Of course, she wasn’t sure that they would be able to pull it off but this is their senior year and they need to do something big to celebrate that. She could admit to herself, that she was glad that Rachel graduated last year because the woman would have killed them had they tried to pull this on her watch. “Are you sure they’re the best ones to go to about this? You know, one of them might spill to Marley then she’d probably tell Mr. Schue.” Plus, Carole was here and Tina didn’t want to upset the woman anymore than she already has been. “Going to the store wouldn’t take hours though, Blaine. Our excuse needs to be better than that. Though, I’m sure Mr. Schue would really care all that much.” Their teacher didn’t seem to care as much as he did last year and she knew it was down to certain people graduating. Pushing that thought away, she concentrated on their mission to get to Disneyland. “It sounds like fun, so let’s do it. Of course there will have to be the obligatory group photo with the mouse ears. What did Sam say about this plan?”
“Okay. Maybe they’re not the greatest to trust. Maybe I’ll just ask Burt. You know? He might go for it. Or maybe he’ll want to come along,” he bit his lip trying to think about what Kurt would say if he found out they dragged Burt Hummel onto as many rides as they could in the span of half a day at Disney. Was it worth the potential trouble he’d get in when the glue was still drying on the repairs their shattered ‘friendship’? Mental Note: Do not let Burt get on the ones that Kurt probably would say no to. “You noticed, too, huh?” Will Schuester was never on Blaine’s top five list of amazing teachers. The ones at Dalton set too high of a bar for someone who ran glee club emotionally first before putting his students above anything else. Then there were times he was the exact opposite and cared so much that his potential shined through and Blaine liked the guy. Just lately? With how checked out he was? Tina wasn’t the only one to chalk it up to certain people graduating. “Well.. Anyway. We can have all the mouse ear photos you want,” he grinned and slipped his arm around her waist then gave her a peck on the cheek. “Sam loves the idea. He helped it become more of a reality than just a pipe dream. Looks like the three of us are going to Disneyland.”
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