She was struck silent, by both the hilarity and the surprise of this all. They weren’t a couple. How could the producer possibly think that they were a couple? Just because they had happened to be sitting together, comfortable together, didn’t mean anything. Besides, he was with Kurt. This whole thing was just… “This is insane!” She focused her attention on him, a deep breath slipping out from her.
“How can he possibly think…” Her words faded as they slipped from her. Eyes focusing on Kurt for a moment, the mortification on his features, causing her to nod at him. She shifted on the sofa, her legs sliding from their position, and setting on the floor. “This is crazy, right?” She looked back at Blaine, shaking her head. “What do we do?”
When the door closed and left the three of them together while Rachel was, no doubt, following her producers all the way to their car (she BETTER come back so they can set this right!), Blaine stole a moment in the chaos of Santana echoing his thoughts in her own way and the countdown of when Kurt was going to blow a gasket to think and absorb what happened. They were going to have to agree to this before any filming happened, right? They still had their out. Clearing things up could be as simple as a phone call. OR WAS IT? Honestly, he had no clue as to what their options were.
Knowing Rachel? Theyprobablydefinitely weren’t going to be given many good options. Ones that didn’t result in an unending pool of guilt for costing one of his best friends her moment to shine like the star she is again. And no way would any of them avoid the fallout from that disaster. If his stomach wasn’t in a knot before? It certainly was now. A groan split his lips apart and his hand came to rest on Santana’s knee while Kurt’s face when three shades to nuclear because he knew what was about to come out of Blaine’s mouth. “What if this costs her the job? Or.. Are we,” he cringed, “I mean–I guess we could.. I…” A mess. That’s what came out. Great.
“It’s pretty gross.” He concedes with a nod. The work he did wasn’t pretty, but his focus was the science. It sounded rather cold, but looking at dead bodies and seeing people made it so much harder to stomach. Later, when all was done, or if he saw the victim alive or their families, then he could empathize. In general though it was all objective. “Vaseline under the nose helps. It’s really the science that I love, and helping catch killers is a pretty good perk. And it’s pretty hard to have a boring day at the office, y’know?”
As Blaine goes on Barry has to admit that he was somewhat confused about the turns Blaine’s life had apparently took but at least he was still pursuing what he loved. “I feel like that’s even more complicated than it sounds, but I’m glad you’re here. Y’know, doing performance and all that. Would’ve sucked to see you of all people give it up.” He replies honestly, smile still warm on his face. “I actually thought about applying to NYADA- congrats for making it, by the way, even though you left I know it’s not easy to get in.” Almost impossible, in fact. Anyone who was accepted was impressive. Blaine always had been talented but most high school talents didn’t make it much farther no matter what the subject was. Barry as glad for him.
“It’s just a lot to take in on a daily basis, I’m sure..” Blaine frowned thoughtfully towards the rim of his glass that a thumbnail was currently toying with the edge of. A brief glance back up at Barry and the downward curve of his lips shifted up into a smile. “I’m glad you’re doing something you enjoy. And to think..? You’re one of the good guys out there catching the bad guys before they do something horrible? I don’t think any other job could be more important. For what it’s worth? I’m really proud of you.”
Finishing off what he’s been up to all this time, Blaine arched a brow at the notion that his life sounded..well..complicated. Thinking about it? Yeah. It sort of was. But it couldn’t be anything compared to what Barry had to deal with on a day to day basis.
“Complicated pretty much sums up these years in the best way possible. But everything seems to be coming together.” About time. Blinking at the mention of NYADA he couldn’t help wondering what that would have looked like. Maybe he would have stuck it out a little easier if they had been there at the same time. What would that have looked like? Even if it was neither here nor there. It was a curious thing to think over. A proud glint lit up his eyes for a moment and his smile made the corners crinkle as it widened. Half-humbled modesty that he hasn’t lost in all these years, half-happy to hear Barry congratulate him because it meant something. More than what the other might know. “Thank you. Even if it didn’t work out? It made getting into Tisch, once I came back here, feel a hell of a lot easier and less nerve wracking that it would have been if it was my first school. So.. Have you been back to Ohio yet? Or..are you one of the ones who escaped and don’t plan on ever going back?”
❝why didn’t you?’ sebastian spoke nearly over blaine’s words, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. why HADN’T the boy refused? sebastian hadn’t exactly done anything to make him want to help him. ‘i never asked for your sanctified help.’ the teachers had been the one to INSIST he needed tutoring, actually it’d been the dean himself whom had talked to him, saying he’d hate to have to cut his star athlete from his star team, and that he’d take measures to avoid it. those measures sebastian had learned only the next day, came in the form of a helping nerd.
‘of course you do. i’m surprised, anderson, honestly. feels good getting the upper-hand for once, doesn’t it? and here i thought your heart was as pure as an episode of care bears. i’m déçue.’ he ticked his tongue, pointedly. honestly, he knew blaine didn’t meant it like that, but he also thought there was part of him that DID enjoy it like that, and what he didn’t say was he found nothing wrong with it. it amused him that the other would probably deny him, because HE did. he wondered if that was part of what annoyed him so much on the prim boy: his unwillingness to accept even his most basic killer instincts. the nice facade got boring. and, truthfully, sebastian enjoyed the sight of that other side of him a great deal more.
the small grimace on blaine got him to smirk. he loved messing with him, so much, partially because it was so visible how his small comments made the other feel. it was a sadistic inclination, but it also stung him, as his own mouth confirmed every little thing his brain had ever thought about himself. it was different when he was tearing down someone who actually DESERVED it, of course. he had no qualms about that. but if he was willing to be honest, blaine had never actually done anything to him, nothing other than…
‘you’re perfect.’ he burst out, unplanned, but kept his poker face on, with a twist of lips, so the other wouldn’t know he’d just slipped. he might had said something else, and mocked him again, but since he’d started, he shrugged and went on with it. ‘don’t you ever exhaust yourself being the perfect, golden, boy? i’m the only one in this entire campus who doesn’t fawn and trips over every time you speak. it’s exasperating, not to mention boring. whenever you talk to me, it’s the only time you look even human. people might enjoy the good guy, bust their own egos, thing. but i like you just like this.’ he smirked. he was so much better to look at when he had his feathers ruffled. ‘and i do try to upgrade my surroundings whenever i can. it’s a burden i’ve got to carry.’ he said it all with nonchalance, and barely even looking at blaine, as though the subject itself bored him already. ‘so, moral compass, if you can stop trying to reach your long life ambition to become a talking cricket around me, you can follow me back to the dorms, and we can get this done, and i won’t bother your stepford life again. if not… then i’m on my way. alone. and feel free to talk to dean weatherby about it.’
“Because I thought that maybe you might’ve needed my help and even if you enjoy tearing me down as much as you obviously do? If I could help you..,” maybe you’d stop. Maybe you’d see that this is cruel. But he couldn’t say the words. They were right there, on the tip of his tongue, but fell silent and dissipated into nothing but his teeth snagging his bottom lip as he waited for some stroke of nerve to build back up inside. Then again? What good would it do? Sebastian already made a very valid point. If he didn’t go through with what he, idiotically, said he would? The Warblers might suffer for his blunder of attempting to make the person that hated him most hate him a little less.
Why was Sebastian’s opinion so important? Blaine would love to chalk it up to the notion that since he was a kid, pleasing people became his way of feeling wanted. He’d love to dismiss it as a means of making his years here as great as they were before he ever encountered Sebastian Smythe in the first place. He’d love to rationalize every time he felt like he was being drug through the mud and ended up hitting about a dozen rocks along the way with each taunt and outright loathing he saw in Sebastian’s eyes when he met them away. Give himself the excuse that Sebastian was so miserable that making him feel just as awful was the boy’s way of dealing with something BIGGER.
But, truthfully, it hurt anyway. Took him back to the weeks before he left his old school and how walking those halls made his throat tight and his chest in a vice grip. It was a humiliation that ran deep, turned the ache to anger. A bright, burning anger that curled his fingers into white-knuckled fists just like they were twisting into without him realizing it until his nails bit into his palms. The smirk he saw only made it worse. Sebastian was enjoying seeing him get mad. Of course he would. “How do you think any of this is me having the upperhand? Tell me why—.”
‘You’re perfect..’ Blaine’s heart felt like it stopped beating. Why did Sebastian say that? Why did he feel those words so deep? Why did it affect him the way it did? Sebastian didn’t mean that. Perfect? No way. Sebastian hated him, could never see him like that. Why’d he use that word? When all that Blaine’s ever wanted to be was exactly that.. Flaws and all. Because he knew he has so many he tries to desperately hide out of fear of being ALONE that sometimes he’s stupid enough to forget they are there and his life is perfect. Until someone reminds him otherwise. Blaine’s eyes went from fiery to soft and his mouth dropped open with another question that would never see the light of day before it was snuffed out with what came next. And his dignity suddenly felt like it was torn to shreds so fast it left him dizzy and confused why it mattered so much in the first place.
Thankful that Sebastian took his gaze elsewhere, Blaine’s face crumbled and his shoes became the only thing he could let himself see. Palming away the look, he filled the empty air with an exasperated sigh. “Yeah.. Let’s go. I need,” the word came as a quiet slip and one that he snapped back with a correction of so fast that two words nearly became one, “want to get this over with as soon as possible.” Then caught up to walk beside him, keeping his attention on the stained glass windows they walked past instead wishing he was anywhere else but here. Half-thinking out loud, half not bothering to cover up the question he couldn’t shake. “So.. That’s what you think of me? That I’m fake? Stepford personality-ish? That’s what you see me as?”
❝Its barely nighttime, killer—❞ he rolls emerald eyes at Blaine both softly and playfully before a brow raises, a hand on the wheel. It was a lie, what he claims. It already WAS night. Past it. But to Sebastian, it was barely night. Why? Because when he was with Blaine, time didn’t matter. It vanished. Hours of the day. No. They were suddenly insignificant. Sebastian spent so much of his time stressing about making the MOST out of his life. Doing crazy, stupid things just so he doesn’t waste it. So he can have that rush. Succeeding more than everyone along the way. But not in these times. It was just hazel eyes and soft spoken words. Lingering stares and hands brushing ‘accidentally’. Sebastian knew he didn’t talk about his personal or home life ever with Blaine, really. Little casual brushing off kind of answers before he’s going back to filling Blaine with flirty compliments or bringing up something that happened at his last lacrosse game. But he knew that the question as to why Sebastian had been driving around out of his home at night wouldn’t be one they pondered on. When they were together, they had fun. It was special. Was that the word?
Sebastian sometimes thinks Blaine knows that he CLEARLY isn’t fond of talking about things like his family or his home. That the fact is quite see through. The hints had been dropped before as to why he wouldn’t want to. Anytime Blaine had come over it had been an empty mansion with only Sebastian in it. No warmth or home cooked meals. It was huge and cold. Quiet. Only filled with the music that Sebastian blasted throughout it. He knew he wouldn’t be judged for that. Blaine has the same kind of home life from what he’d picked up on. Always alone. Sebastian doesn’t notice but he’s clenching onto the wheel tighter than he knows. It’s always like that when he first sees Blaine. It takes a moment to CALM the way his stomach reacts. A feeling he would forever refuse to believe are the classic ‘butterflies’. As Blaine speaks he’s shooing them away as he tries his best to keep a smug smile and calmed features, not wanting to let the other know how NERVOUS he got around him at first. A fool. Yet? He couldn’t get enough of it even if he tried to distance himself from clinging onto being around Blaine so much. ❝—-I’m down, no second thoughts about it. We’re so going. Wanna give me some directions to his mysterious place?❞
“Okay, okay. I stand corrected. We have all the time in the world.” Blaine seems oblivious as always to the white knuckle grip Sebastian has on the steering wheel. Or the reason for it in the first place. But.. His hand covering Sebastian’s doesn’t pull away either. In fact, the edge of his thumb traces a light circle around the knuckle it rests on. Mindlessly picking up a pattern that’s slow and reassuring, to maybe just himself, that they aren’t alone anymore. At least for tonight, they have each other. A soothing warmth fills his bones, melts the tenseness that a lonely house started to make his muscles ache with and he curls up a little tighter and snuggles into the blanket as the noise of his shoes hitting the floor comes in two dull thuds. This is how they work. No one sees them like this. No one knows how deep their friendship goes. Past shamelessly unabashed flirting from Sebastian in public. Or how he manages to get Blaine tongue-tied in a matter of a smirky stare even when no one’s watching. No one sees that when things get quiet between them? They become something else. Blaine doesn’t know the word for it. Might not ever figure it out. But it’s something he could never chance losing and so, he plays things so careful sometimes. For Sebastian and for him and for their whatever they are he can’t ever picture going without on nights like this.
Not once looking away from his friend’s beautifully sharp profile. Just in case Sebastian looks his way, he wants him to know he has his full attention. It’s a route he’s driven so much on his own that he knows the scenery by heart now. “It’s easy to find. Just go down my street until you have to make a u-turn or go onto the dirt road. Just keep going. No one is at the house we’ll pass by. I think it’s someone’s second home. Anyway, I probably won’t have to tell you when we’re finally there. I’m sure you’ll notice,” he slowly grins and it lingers in the mischievous sparkle inside his eyes, “Mysterious. I know. Before you pick on me? It’s only because I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” His temple rests on the curved, leather edge of his seat and now that they are in fifth gear and he has a good twenty minutes before they have to shift down? Sebastian’s hand is lifted up, pulled over and held in Blaine’s lap because he’s greedy enough to want it there and comfortable enough to indulge himself. Caution aside. “Until we get there.. Got anything on your mind you need to talk about? If not..that’s okay. I just thought I’d ask, you know?”
Puck’s heart rate began to increase when Blaine touched his forearm. Could the other male tell? He hoped not. How would he be able to explain it to Blaine? He was semi-relieved when the Warbler let go of his forearm. “R-really?” He wasn’t sure why he was surprised, but he was. Maybe it had to do with the fact that basically everyone at school had given up on him. Of course it didn’t help that he really didn’t give a shit about school, but maybe with Blaine’s encouragement and help, things would change. “Biology and math are probably the two subjects I’m doing the worst in.” He bit his lip. “Uh, I’m not the easiest person to tutor. Well, that’s what I’ve been told in the past.”
“Yeah, I understand. It’d be odd if Kurt didn’t miss us,” he commented. His eyes lit up at the mention of his own tour. Once again, he was surprised to hear this. He just assumed Blaine wouldn’t be able to or have the time to give him a tour one-on-one. He chuckled when the Warbler said there was more to him than the blazer he always wore. “Sounds like you’re a pretty well rounded individual. Uh, well I’m sure you’ve heard some stories from Kurt about this, but I really like to have sex. I dunno, it’s just something I’m good at. Probably one of the few things I excel in. I also like playing football. Watching the Star Wars movies. Singing and playing guitar. There’s more to me than my mohawk and bad boy appearance, I guess.”
Blaine could feel a change in the air between them when his hand rested on Puck’s forearm. It remained on his palm as a tingle long after he removed it. Subconsciously curling his fingers towards the sensation, the Warbler shook his head and tried to ignore the silly idea that it meant anything. Just reading too much into things. That’s all. There’d never be another mistake like the one he made the night they were taking care of a very passed out Sam Evans. Risking the growing friendship between him and Puck wasn’t worth any insane idea that what happened would ever repeat itself. He wasn’t the kind of person to ever want to make someone uncomfortable and he was more than thankful for the way Puck brushed it off and chalked it up to a drunken mishap rather than hate him for what he did not knowing that it was the first time he kissed anyone and it ended up a near disaster. Blaine never brought it up and never would. Some secrets were better left untold. That was one.
Skipping right into the conversation about studying and Kurt and the things Puck enjoyed kept things easy between them. Exactly what drew him to Puck to begin with. Puck was easy to get along with. Easy to want to help. Easy to laugh with. Not too shabby of a friendship in Blaine’s book. Even if it was new. Easy to not think about—-the stereotypical record scratch noise shrieked between Blaine’s ears when his breath hitched at the rather frank reply. So much for easy. His face and neck grew warm and he cleared his throat, quirking up a brow and grazing past a part of Puck’s reply to add in his two cents. “I know there’s more to you than that. You can see it within two seconds of talking to you if you try hard enough. I guess it’s about time you just focus on the people who do? They’re the ones worth your time.” Keeping with the change of subject, Blaine glanced towards the television and the entertainment center it sat inside. “Please tell me you have Star Wars on DVD? I think you just inadvertently picked how we’re going to spend the entire night. What do you say? Marathon? I’ll order pizza?”
// Oh gosh! No way! GASP! Blaine might have a tiny crush on Kurt. I mean..just a little one. Like this .. much! J/k. We both know he is smitten so bad they need to reinvent the definition of the word to properly cover it! Gah! ❤
She had to take several heavy breaths before typing out her message. How else would this be settled? In person? Through somebody else? One way was too person, the other too immature. Over the phone was just her best bet. Until he crossed her again. Then he’d be making battleground for a fight to end all Glee alumni fights.
text — blaine anderson; I told you straight up that you were uninvited. text — blaine anderson; If I get one more call from Britt saying you and Kurt want to make a big scene at my wedding, I’ll get a restraining order on both of your asses. Save the sappy songs for your next “proposal” text — blaine anderson; Now leave me and my life alone.
Blaine heard his phone chime repeatedly from on top of the stack of cardboard boxes he’d rested it on while they continued packing his things. A confused glance was given to Kurt who was sitting on the couch thumbing out something on his phone. “Was that from–,” he didn’t get the question out before Kurt shook his head and claimed he was talking to Rachel. Only half believing him, a devilish spark came to hazel eyes as he stepped backwards towards the stack of his belongings and picked it up. What he saw instead wiped the smile right off his face. Word definitely did travel fast. “Oh..”
( mssg » satana | sent ) Why would you punish Kurt? He’s done nothing but help you both in every way he can. In spite of what happened. ( mssg » santana | sent ) Isn’t Burt your officiant? It’d be awkward to not have his son there. One fight shouldn’t negate the friendship the two of you have built over years. ( mssg » santana | sent ) I didn’t plan for this to happen. Can we, please, talk? I’m tired of wishing I could do our conversation all over again. And I’m really tired of missing you. Please?
// Guess who popped into my inbox and gave me teary eyes? You did! How are you so perfect? Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Whatever you wish for me, I hope you get back times ten. You deserve it for how genuinely warm hearted and kind you are.
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