I want a plot where Muse A gets dumped by their lover and they drunkenly walk to their lover’s building and start banging at their door but no one answers them so they just lean against the door dramatically and start muttering why they love them or ask what they should do to win their love back. Suddenly the door opens and hey it’s not their lover but Muse B whose sleep got interrupted because of Muse A’s emotional monologue. And really they can either be friends or lovers or even enemies from there. A drunk person yelling love confessions not meant for you at your door? Anything could happen.
❝Tsk. Faults.” he repeated, amused and bored at the same time. “It is not your FAULTS that annoy me, jiminy. It’s your general, appraised, and drooled over, lack-there-of.” He rose an eyebrow. “It’s tragic, really, that you don’t think anyone living in this boretown of a borestate would require diversions.” He shrugs, brushing off the big deal Blaine puts over it. It was an innocent enough commentary. He still didn’t get how entangled in his own thoughts the other got that he didn’t realize the second meanings behind each of his own digs, and how at the end of the day, Sebastian was never half as mean as he could be if he actually wanted to. Sure. Blaine annoyed him, because Blaine was seen as the perfect boy by all the adults who hated him —- because his father would likely agree — but what annoyed him the most, was the fact he KNEW that wasn’t all he was, that there were other sides to the boy that he kept HIDDEN just to please those above him, and that it WORKED, and even then, he didn’t take advantage of it. It was like watching someone spin on their heels, and not realize they were moving forward, still fretting like they were stuck, whereas people like Sebastian, actually were. That was the infuriating part. Blaine had everything, but still denied himself to have it, believing he didn’t, and stepping on the side of himself that wanted it.
Sebastian gave him a look, interested at his reply. I’d never. “Don’t now about that, Anderson, I’ve seen many a prim boy like you snap. It’s not pretty.” Felt it too. “But I’ll keep that in mind.” He didn’t particularly ENJOY being beaten up, it wasn’t like that was why he did it – push people – he just liked to see people without their masks, which was something not many appreciated from him. He did know about the provost’s deal, which was the only reason he had accepted it in the first place, Lacrosse was one of the few things that gave him any joy lately. Despite everything, he wanted this stupid idea to work, if he couldn’t really make it on his own.
“I don’t, huh?” He says, amused by the boy’s reply. “Surprise me, then, Anderson. Now that would be entertainment.” He smirks. “Maybe if you can actually SHOCK me, I’ll even quit trying to get to the bottom of you.” He kissed his fingers in an affected show of a promise. He chuckles at the question then shrugs. “Why would that be a RISK? At worst they’ll think then that I finally got into your pants. You might be a nerd, but there’s still a hot ass underneath all that dorkiness, I wouldn’t be bothered by them thinking that.” It was better than then thinking he needed tutoring anyway. He smirked, as the other finally looked up at him, enjoying the challenging front, and the way Blaine was finally coming out of his defense and evade position, to actually engage. This was a lot more FUN.
“On you go, your highness.” He taunted him, as he opened the door to his bedroom but hung over it, so Blaine would have to scoot past him, a smirk on his lips as he watched him. After Blaine was in, he stepped in, himself, and closed the door, sighing as he dropped his backpack and took off his blazer, rolling his shoulders. “Alright. What horrors you have programmed for me, jiminy?” He asks, as he stretched like a cat, after taking off his tie, and then sits on the floor, his white shirt untucked and top buttons undone. He put back against the end of his bed, and one leg bent up and the other stretched out as he opened up his back pack and started going through it, gathering notebooks, books, and pencils and rubbers.
Stopping in his track at Sebastian saying he had a lack of faults, Blaine stood staring at his back trying to figure out if that was why Sebastian hated him so much. That he saw him as faultless when that was nothing near the truth. Striding quickly to catch up—he shook his head and palmed over his mouth piecing together what he had to say before he opened up another can of worms when there were so many strewn across an already littered ground that was crumbling beneath them anyway. Faults? “I-I have faults. I’m not some faultless and pristine person that you have to hate because you’ve put me in this imaginary role in your head. Why would you see me like that?” Here he was thinking Sebastian saw past so much and realized him for the truth everyone else never wanted to see. What he wouldn’t let them see. Fautless? Hardly. Sometimes he wondered why he’d let himself become so hidden that even someone like Sebastian couldn’t see through it all.
Because in spite of his denial of all the parts of himself he kept under lock and key? There were so many times where Blaine knew that part of himself wanted someone like Sebastian to call him out. Make him stutter and stumble and crack. Then… Want to know those parts more than what he let shine from the surface. Because that would be something so different. But the longer they walked together, the more he began to realize that wasn’t going to happen. Disappointment followed the realization. Sebastian’s voice had faded into a murmur of background noise to his own thoughts. When he tuned in again? He barely realized he was carrying on a conversation and Sebastian was replying to something he quipped back.
“No. You don’t. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you’re pretty clueless. Especially about me,” dark brows rose up and his chin tucked towards his collar in mocking disbelief. “Surprise you? Why would I want to bother trying? You couldn’t make the effort any less appealing. No thanks. Besides? Whatever would I do without your struggling and failing attempts at figuring me out? I mean. You’re doing such a great job so far,” his sarcasm was dripping. He flushed red up his throat, along his jawline and forced himself to swallow through the momentary lapse of his self control to not let Sebastian dig underneath his fingernails so badly that he’d bring his temper to the surface. “You wish. Like I’d ever–.” Grinding teeth to keep his mouth closed, Blaine stepped past Sebastian being careful as to avoid touching him and entered the room with only a roll of his eyes at the continued taunt about what Sebastian would love others to think. “Whatever..” Anyone who knew him would know he wouldn’t be with Sebastian for that. Not with how the other boy treated him, especially.
Hooking his thumb underneath the strap of his satchel, he swung it to hang in front of his waist and opened the flap not bothering to take a seat but looking for a surface to work on pointedly ignoring Sebastian making himself at home. A glare at his clasp was his retort to Jiminy being used yet again. The desk was closest. Anything to speed this torture up. He dug out a binder with Dalton’s logo on the front and his pen. Both were sat down with a thud next to his bag and he took a moment to rub the crick in his neck out. Tension was a hellish thing to deal with. “What are you struggling with most? We can start there. You tell me.”
Cooper hadn’t seen it coming, which was pretty naive on his side really. But, in his defence he’d figured that Blaine would just be happy to see him, and he hadn’t really thought past that. So yeah, it was kinda his fault, but he wasn’t going to tell Blaine that as he tumbled forward, his body falling on top of Blaine’s as he fell face first into the pile of leaves. “You’re gonna regret that, Squirt,” Cooper grinned, lifting himself ever so slightly so that he could look down at his kid brother, though still making sure that Blaine was pinned beneath him – he wasn’t going to let him get away that easy.
Cooper was the big brother, he wasn’t going to let Blaine think that he’d won that round.
Reaching in front of him, Cooper scooped up a mound of fresh leaves and dumped them on top of Blaine, a bark of a laugh escaping him as he made sure not to leave a single piece of Blaine untouched as he playfully ruffled his hair, grinning brightly as a few leaves got caught up within Blaine’s hair. “And here I was thinking that you’d be pleased to see me,” he laughed, sitting up a little more and peering down at Blaine again. He reached up, running a hand through his own hair, rolling his eyes as he plucked out a couple of leaves of his own.
Cooper thudding down on top of him knocked his air out but Blaine fell into a giggle fit regardless. Breathless and pitched as it was. He couldn’t put a stop to it once it started either. He was so caught up in laughing that he didn’t blink or grunt his disapproval of Squirt in the slightest. Instead, he let himself exist in the happiness of having Cooper home. Close enough to hold onto his arms and be close. Like they were before age and distance separated them. They were working on getting back to the past but better. Moments like this were the best part of it. Pinned in place, he kicked his feet against the ground but Cooper had height and, like him, he was stronger than he looked.
Devlish glint in blue eyes. Oh, he was in trouble wasn’t he?
Figuring he might be getting let off the hook, the younger Anderson decided to half sit up on one elbow while Cooper went and scooped up some leaves. Nope.. Maybe he wasn’t let off as easy as he thought.
Get one more dig in before he’s taken out?! “Ooooh! I get it! You–!!!” No such luck! Leaves covered him. Stuck to his cheek damp frrom tears of laughter. His hair, his mouth. They were everywhere. “I WAS happy to see you,” long fingers playfully batted at Cooper’s hands trying to salvage what was left of his hair style. It didn’t work. And his dignity! Panting as Cooper sat up, Blaine let his head fall against the pillow of dead leaves. They crunched and tickled his ears and the back of his neck. “Until you tortured me,” he grinned grabbing a few leaves off his chest and throwing them up at his brother. “Is that why you came back? I bet it is. All that coffee talk? Ploy to try to get the first strike. Didn’t work. I still win.” Says the guy sprawled on his back and covered in leaves.
Even Dave’s plea of ‘babe’didn’t kick him out of his utterly dismal mood. Brought on by lack of sleep thanks to his entire face feeling on fire, fuzzy and plugged up. He couldn’t get comfortable in any position and his chest felt like it was in cinders by how hard he’d been coughing. He’d bit through the antibiotics. Managed to keep them down even. Blaine knew inside the bottle of thick, syrupy gross that Dave held was the means of taking care of seventy-five percent of his issues. However, this awfulness didn’t do him any favor and left his tastebuds fully functioning.
A red tipped nose scrunched up so badly Blaine’s eyes shut and he waved at the bottle like the devil was sticking his head out of the top. “Just kill me. You’d be doing me a favor,” he sank back down into the pillows blindly lifting his hand out of the covers and scrunching his fingers back and forth towards his palm. His means of sort of giving incause he could totally change his mind still. Who knows? Maybe Dave got lucky this time?
“Babe, come on. Don’t be like that. It’s not that bad and you need to take it if you want to get better.” Dave had certainly signed up for over the top dramatic-esque attitude from Blaine when they started dating but this was taking it to a whole new level. Nobody liked taking medicine but they had to, if they had any hopes of getting better.
blaine was a strange case, that much hunter could tell. he wasn’t like any of the rest of the kids at mckinley. the people he’d grown to see as semi-friends with more pawn like personality traits. he was somehow more seemingly compliant & worthy of respect. this could really go two ways. he had such a sad song kind of look. as if he could hit the emotional key that triggered your tears with his expression alone. it was both impressive &pathetic. “ well not to call you biased or insinuate that my opinion should be your new truth, but dalton just doesn’t seem to be worth all the bells & whistles. coming from money myself i’d also considered the school. only my parents thought a well rounded school would suit a man better. understand ? it’s just, a little too clean cut for my taste. with my military background i don’t much care for keeping up fake appearances. i care about the work. frankly i don’t think dalton, or more specifically the warblers once you left have EARNED their status. maybe if i’d met a few less pretentious students or saw more real initiative & drive in anyone other than their once golden star who now attends mckinley, i’d have a different opinion. that’s all i meant by the obvious. & i hope there’s no hard feelings. ”
Blaine was busy trying to figure Hunter out as he listened to the other drive another dig into the guts of his beloved former school. Generally speaking, Blaine wasn’t one to stick around to listen to or tolerate conversational digs at the place that saved him when he needed to belong somewhere more than he ever had. Much to his new teammates insinuations of questionable loyalties and whether once a Warbler, always a Warbler rang true or not, Dalton was a place he cherished. Everything from the four walls that surrounded the place to the students, his brothers, he left behind to come here. Curiosity and politeness kept him in place, not wanting to shun their conversation to tatters because he knew what transferring to schools mid-term felt like. And how lonely it could be until you found out where you belonged. “Hard feelings,” hazel eyes glistened and his smile was wide in spite of what was said, “No. No, of course not. But? The Warblers earned every bit of status they have. They were who they are before me. I didn’t make them better. They made me better and I guess it just showed in ways that might come off as otherwise.” Olive skin began to become tinted pinkish around his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Thank you for saying so but, I promise, you got the wrong idea. I’m sorry you did. But! At least you’re here. Which is a pretty good place to be, too. What do you think so far?”
“Having a curfew would rely on people being around to enforce it.” He lets it slip out before he can get hold of his tongue and control the words coming out his mouth. Crinkled eyebrows give way and he tries to fake a lopsided, apologetic smile. Failure came in how he didn’t meet the other’s eyes until he was shoving his tongue against the inside of his lip. Waiting. Ready to go wherever Stiles’ keys were the gateway to wherever they could go to just get away from here.
dustin gave an inward groan as a voice rang out beside him, the words directed in his direction. his gaze shifted over to the younger man, studying him for a long moment. he seemed familiar looking, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it at first. eyes narrowed as the man’s face nagged at the back of his mind, the mention of vocal adrenaline snapping the raven haired man back to attention.
“oh, you’re that kid from the all boys’ school. the one who hung around that tiny guy with the girly voice.” he took a swig of his drink before shrugging. “about a year or so. give or take. this is my second go around in this place. have you faced the nasty rejection streak yet?”
Blaine couldn’t help the cheeky, ear to ear grin at kid from the all boys school. Shaking his head, brows jerking up, he thumbed at the lip of his glass watching as his nail covered the tiny edge cut around the mouth. “It’s been a while since Dalton but, yes, I was that kid.” He huffed a sort of chortle at the memories mentioning his old school to someone who remembered it brought to mind. Laughter ringing through the halls, the way the sun would shine through stained glass and reflect in dozens of colors on polished marble floors. Music and stolen kisses. Dalton. God, he loved that school. Still did. Always would. His first real home.
Nostalgia creeping in was inevitable. He had half a mind to pluck up his glass, finish it off and leave before he gave it a chance by striking up conversation. Yet, here he was. Doing the opposite and letting the ghost of that tiny guy with a girl voice warm his chest as he swallowed another sip. Before putting him to rest with another smile and a point to Dustin’s glass. “Just graduated this past year. Still finding my niche, I guess. First yes came last week. How’s the second time coming for you? Better? I don’t think I ever got to see you perform. Wouldn’t mind changing that. Also? Next round’s on me.”
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