[ text ;; blaine ] We´ve always been a dream team. I think New York City deserves to see our talent! [ text ;; blaine ] Oh it will definitely get you coffee with dessert. Compliments will always get you far. 😛 [ text ;; blaine ] You know, I have a feeling that I will never be sick of you. How could anyone be sick of you anyways? [ text ;; blaine ] Sounds like the perfect plan to me. Though karaoke is really already taking this city by storm, talent agents will be banging down our doors!!
( mssg » rachel | sent ) You know what? You’re right. It does and that’s exactly what we’re going to give it. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) A lesson I will never forget. And, possibly, might use to my advantage more often now that you confirmed the notion. Consider this your first and only warning. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Oh! I think you’d be surprised. I’m glad you are immune to it, though. You know it’s vice versa, right? ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Look at you being brilliant. I think from here on out? Neither one of us should rest until they are. For both of us. No more waiting. No more excuses or doubt. We’re going to do this.
The words still echoed through his brain as glasz hues followed the other’s movements through the waterworks, a sound strangely soothing as wool fabric brushed his skin. It was all so unexpected. Blaine’s physique for the most part unchanged yet different. Older. Wiser. Perhaps a little more rough around the edges. A clear indicator of the years they had not been a part of each other’s lives, had been each other’s anything, if not the faintest of living memory. He wasn’t sure how it started. Why it began, and why, even after all this time, butterflies managed to swirl around in his stomach.
First gentle; uncertain. Unsure of any consequence or implications, caught by surprise by the sudden closeness and betrayed by his emotions. Eyes falling shut while fingers were left to run past the small of his neck and rested there. Then easy. Effortless. Like finally coming home after a long lost battle — tearstained cheeks left to glow softly under the sweet caress of his palms and his insides no longer hurting. Finally rid of the pretense. Something he had both coveted and managed to hide and lock away for so long he couldn’t help but wonder whether it was all just vivid imagination.
Maybe it had been the simplest of gestures. Of being offered warmth when everything else just seemed so hopeless. Maybe it was the fact that in spite of their differences, their many challenges, Blaine remained nothing but civilized; just as he always had done, as though perhaps, deep down ( save for a bunch of soon to turn gray hairs ) nothing had changed. That somehow fate had finally intervened and brought them back together.
❛ I’ve missed you so much—- ❜
Perhaps it was the many years gone by that had him missing the signs for what was about to happen. Mixed with Kurt crying making his stomach sink. Or his notoriously poor sleeping habits were currently in the our goal is to mess with you on the daily basis phase. But he didn’t catch on (some habits must have a way of repeating themselves even years later) to Kurt’s intention until their mouths were within a breath of one another’s. All at once his head filled with the sounds of tornado sirens going off. DANGER! Run for cover! Because the storm of the century was right on your doorstep. Just about every which way would be the wrong way to go and yet? Here he was. Instead of making a break for the storm shelter? He ran out to embrace it by letting their lips touch. More than touch. He kissed him back.
A slip that he was bound to make. Caused by a weakness that would always be there suddenly being exposed and made raw from the place he’d wrapped it carefully before sealing it away inside of. One that was glaringly apparent he’d always have for Kurt who he adored more than anything, anywhere, anyone else once. But he felt that familiar tingling rush of something he dared not put a name to dance along very nerve, seep into every inch of his body as he breathed the same air, the tastes of their mouths became one and even if it was in the direct line of a disaster tearing straight towards it? Home could be found right here as if it’d been waiting for him to walk right back in like he’d never left.
Loneliness was something Blaine was never good at. He could function in it. Live and breathe in it better than most would give him credit for. Or be able to do themselves. He could turn it into music and melodies that poured from his lips and fingertips. Didn’t make the nights any less quiet when he was alone. Or fill up a part of him he’d kept under a careful watch since.. well.. ’maybe I don’t!’. Nights with strangers was easier than…feeling his heart fill with hope. Tasting it on the tip of his tongue and leaning towards it because he could feel it in a pair of arms that were holding him. Feel it in the hitch of Kurt’s breath and his soul ached to reach out and find the piece that matched the hole inside of himself he’d filled up with just existing.
Their foreheads met and he swallowed thick.
“I missed you, too. You know that. Right?” DANGER! Indeed.
TORRANCE’S HEART ADMITTEDLY flutters, and she grins beamingly at her classmate. ❝ your secret is safe with me, just so long as i get to learn from the best ! i really would like that, though. i mean, if you’re free and stuff, say… during lunch ? ❞
“Good. Because you have no idea what it’s like to be at the end of a Rachel lecture. No one deserves that. They’re the things nightmares are made of.” The twinkle in his eyes said he was playing. But was he? Sort of? Over-exaggerating? Not really. He’s been there to watch them happen and knows firsthand he never wants to be on the receiving end of one. Ever. “Lunch would be great!” He fell silent for a beat as an idea struck then blinked out of it. “What are your plans this weekend, too? Just curious.”
“Alright.” Sebastian opened the door and got out, waiting for Blaine to do the same, as he had already paid the cab on his phone. He shoved one of his hands in his blazer’s pocket and watched as Blaine stepped out. Sebastian remembered the excitement the first time something like that had happened, and how his heart had been leaping. Even then, though, there had always been a sting. The sting of Blaine’s embarrassed withdrawal, whenever Sebastian crossed the line in any semi public place. The sting of Blaine’s panic whenever his phone rang or as much as buzzed. The sting of the mornings – or even the middle of the nights – when Sebastian was left, still warm from Blaine, tasting him, barely cooled down, by a shuffling, nervous, boy, with apologetic eyes.
He’d always thought it wouldn’t bother him. He didn’t take up on monogamous relationships for a REASON, because he believed that if someone WOULD, THEY should be ready to stick to it, and few ever were. He always considered it the committed’s person sole RESPONSIBILITY to keep up their commitment, and not his own when they were already putting it in danger. After all, if someone was eager to commit to their partners, they wouldn’t go to seedy bars, drink, and let boys like him hit on them. But Blaine… Sebastian had watched as every one of their new rendezvous drained the life out of him. As after their each new affair, Blaine would leave more anxious, until the nervousness was even oozing out of his fingertips as he touched him, and Sebastian could taste it in their kisses. That was the whole issue, wasn’t it?
He’d never cared before if someone was nervous, because it was THEIR problem, he’d never cared for them. But he did for Blaine. He cared for Blaine more deeply than he could remember himself caring for anyone else in his life. Except for his mother. And to watch each of their new meetings cause Blaine’s light to die, had almost but killed him. It made him feel dirty, and guilty, for daring take something as good as Blaine. Like it was what Blaine was feeling when he touched him, as though they were both blaming HIM for it, and at the end, he just stopped enjoying it altogether. There was no room left for it. Just an obsessive need not to see it end. And Sebastian had never been good at possessiveness.
He blinked, as he realized he’d walked Blaine inside and his phone was shoved over the balcony, as the front desk attendant saw to their keycards and wished them a “Happy stay, Mr. Smythe.” He swallowed, trying to get his head back in the game, and grabbed the cards, as he nodded to Blaine and put a hand on his upper back again as he guided him to the elevator, dreading the silence that immediately set in as they got inside, and the doors closed, leaving them alone with the heavy static air between them.
Blaine stepped out of the cab having squeezed the side of his phone that he shoved into the pocket of his jacket until he was sure it was shut off. Golden hazel eyes shifted his stare up high to the top of the hotel and he wondered if it might be too late to grab Sebastian’s wrist, step backwards into the cab and they could leave here. Sebastian could go home. Blaine would make sure he got there safely before he disappeared to points unknown leaving only a trail of departing red tail lights and a thousand unspoken apologies in his wake before fading off. It’d be fairer to the one person in this whole mess that deserved only good. And that was the person standing there looking at him, waiting for him to follow along because Blaine had, apparently, lost his ability to stop hurting him months ago. If not longer. Maybe that’s all he ever really did in the long run. Hurt him. Even their good times were laced with ache.
Being ladened with guilt was as a familiar sensation was what it felt like for the warmth that filled his belly when Sebastian took the lead with a hand on his back and walked him inside. Another testament to how twisted and wrong everything about them became. When something so horrible can be as equal of a feeling as the good so they fit together in a terrible seamlessness? How could he have stood by and let this all happen? Been the catalyst for it, even? Has he always just been this way? Capable of this? Careful what questions you wish could be answered wen the answer is so damn…awful you don’t want to know. One more elevator ride. One more closed door. And he’d never do this to him again. No matter what the cost was.
The elevator rose up each floor in an agonizingly slow ascent made worse by the silence and stupid canned music playing overhead. Not loud enough to make this any less uncomfortable than the quiet was turning it into. How was he supposed to open his mouth and say a word when he wasn’t sure that if he did do that? Stopping would be impossible. The risk of anyone coming in and interrupting kept Blaine’s mouth closed the entire ride up. His hands were kept to himself by lacing his fingers together because the temptation to reach out and take Sebastian’s kept digging in deeper and deeper until his insides were twisted around the idea.
He got so good at staring at the floor that it took another touch for him to realize that the ride he wished would end was over. The doors pulled open and once again, Sebastian was the one to take the lead towards a destination Blaine knew he was dreading more with every step. But he couldn’t not go. Why? Because Blaine asked. They were inside the room and he barely cleared the door before he came to a sudden stop. “I’m sorry I did this to us. I’m sorry I made us become something that felt like this when it used to be something so good. I never wanted to hurt you. But I did. Over and over again but I’m,” his voice broke and he finally made eye contact, “sorry.”
i never did a follow forever but i just want you guys to know you all mean the world to me . you make my days brighter and give me something to look forward to and idk what my life would be w/o you guys . so i just wanna say thank you to a few people in particular .
My father, uh, he has a kind of BRILLIANT mind. You know, and that’s… a prettyHARD thing for me to admit because he’s such a WASTE OF SPACEand all, but… You know, it’s true. He could have been a college graduate, but instead he dropped out. He FUCKED UP HIS KIDS, and he DRINKS and does DRUGS. That’s his WHOLE life. I wanted to be around people like Professor Youens and Professor Runyon. It’s minds like theirs, you know, these minds that are brilliant and they aren’t WASTED. I, uh, I don’t have any big ideas about what I want to do with my life, but this morning I was WASHING dishes at the diner where I work and Professor Youens called me and I thought, ‘I MISS THAT.’ You know, I don’t miss the kids that grew up so PRIVILEGED they didn’t even know what they had, but I miss being around people with minds like Professor Youens and I think that if I could get a couple more years of that, I’d have a REAL GOOD SHOT at, uh, making some BETTER CHOICES than my FATHER made. ▲ ▲ ▲ 18+. MULTISHIP/MULTIVERSE.
“i guess i’m just naturally warm?” bram smiled fingers lacing with blaine’s, his interest flickering from the homework to blaine. he placed his other hand onto blaine’s, in hopes to make it warmer. the worry about homework leaving him, as his eyes flickered towards the television.
when blaine offered, he smiled, letting go of his hands, and taking out his phone. “yeah, i can stay over, let me just tell my mother where i’m going to be.” with that, he types a text, setting his phone down, and going back to holding blaine’s hand.
“Naturally warm? More like a personal space heater if you ask me,” he joked back but having both of Bram’s hands cup his wasn’t something he was ready for. Nor was the way his chest felt a little bit lighter when the contact was made. Blaine was a person who lived off small bits of intimacy shared between him and someone else. Even a simple hug could mean the world to him on a day when he needed it. Heck. Any day, really.
The connection made during the exchange that was the most important part. One that doing without for so long made the world feel colder. Which was why he cherished the heaviness of Bram’s hand in his, the weight of the other’s palm against the back of his hand added in made him smile. And immediately wish it’d return the second it was gone. “Is she okay with it? Because,” he paused when their fingers were laced together again. He arched a brow but smiled a beat later and soon squeezed Bram’s hand as a means of saying thank you. His grip settled into a gentle hold. “If so? I say that’s enough homework for the rest of the night since we have all weekend to finish it up. Sound fair?”
It’s funny, really – here Elliott was, constantly fighting the idea he was an IMPOSITION on Blaine. The idea that he was less than, nothing but a quick fuck like he’d been told he was again and again, that people had made him feel over the years – even people he trusted immensely.
He’d grown into that far, FAR too young.
But Blaine felt so similarly, and Elliott knew they both just needed a little more LOVE, a little more reminding and attentiveness. They both needed a partner like the other, and it was evening out into something altogether more BEAUTIFUL.
Once Blaine had turned, Elliott’s hands snaked around his waist, chin gently resting atop his partners shoulder as he just looking him over for a moment in the mirror.
Then hands were sliding up his sides, Elliott tip-toeing up behind, across Blaine’s shoulder blades with an affectionate pressure, ending their journey in his hair. Complete with another playful little TUG at the curls.
“Don’t look at me, look at you.” The hands that made their way back down, so full of gentle, loving touches that held nothing but affection. That made Elliott’s point without ever having to use words: Blaine was BEAUTIFUL, and so perfectly IMPERFECT, and Elliott only wished he saw half of what he saw in him. That Blaine could view what Elliott did in that mirror.
Blaine sighed as he relaxed back against Elliott’s chest. Feeling his chin press against his shoulder, he reached back to push his fingers through Elliott’s thick hair not once blinking out of fear that he might break their eye contact. Mirrored or not? Elliott had a way of making him breathless with that sort of stare.
Until he broke it and Blaine watched as Elliott looked him over. With a curl of his fingers against his scalp, Blaine slowly pulled his hand free and rested it on top of Elliott’s forearm. Now both rested there, holding on and making sure Elliott’s hold on him didn’t falter.
Their quiet was nice. Simple and without a need to fill it up right away. He shifted as Elliott did, letting arms fall loose as his eyes closed with the touch over his shoulders. Heaven. It felt like heaven and Blaine bit into his lip when the lengths of Elliott’s fingers buried into his hair.
A tiny curve of his lips let him keep his not so playful reaction to that tug more of the playful sort and not groan-worthy as it might’ve been had he not caught himself. The stupid expression was still there when Elliott’s voice drew his eyes open and his breath caught cutting off his initial protest. Instead? He listened. Slowly. His gaze shifted from Elliott to his reflection with his loose curls hanging near his eyes and he quickly decided he probably needed a haircut.
Goosebumps prickled up in the wake of Elliott’s fingertips and he tilted his head at himself. Blaine understood what Elliott was trying to say without words and it was beyond sweet. Beyond kind. Typical Elliott but something Blaine hoped wouldn’t change. “Thank you,” he whispered letting his head rest against the slope of Elliott’s neck and collarbone. “Thank you for being you. And for us.”
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