“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!
Kurt couldn’t help but giggle a little at the way Blaine’s eyebrows went down, feeling his heart leap and do flips at the way it made the other boy look so cute, so handsome, so… God, he was going to have to control himself or he was going to melt into a puddle at this point, and he couldn’t do that. As soon as Blaine’s hand reached for him, he returned the favor, slipping his hand gracefully into the other’s. It felt perfect, and Kurt held back a tiny whimper at just how right it felt, like his hand belonged in Blaine’s, that he belonged there, following after him.
“An impromptu performance sounds perfect,” He stated, then turned red and quickly babbled, “I mean, for an excuse of course. Not that it’s going to be a performance or anything, obviously and that’s not what I meant at all. I mean, not that I would mind but that sounds dirty and I really didn’t mean it that way and just…” He stopped and cleared his throat and quickly added, “Maybe one day we can sing together, right? I mean, I would like that, if you would, but… yes, one class missed won’t be bad at all.”
Blaine felt his breath catch–hazel eyes brightly twinkling as they were drawn towards the sight of pale skin contrasting the more olive of his own. He stared–only for a moment–then blinked rapidly to knock himself back to the present rather than stay frozen in time when such a simple gesture made everything else come to a stop. “G-Great.! Glad you agree on the excuse!” Only a handful of seconds that left him with an awestruck, blank expression that quickly morphed into a cheeky grin and quiet laugh. Whatever that was–Blaine kept hold of Kurt’s hand even as he shifted around and it meant he had to tuck his arm over Kurt’s and hold the other boy’s against his side. He wasn’t going to let it go for anything. Not even Kurt babbling to try and get out what was on his mind. Especially not then.
Their shoulders touched as he swerved them around a corner towards a long hallway with a set of double doors at the end but came to a pleasantly surprised stop. Kurt wanted to sing with him? Of course the answer was–. “Yes. Yes, I’d love that. Whenever and wherever you want,” his thumb made a circle against the side of Kurt’s hand and he had to remind himself where they were going. A shake of his head and a bashful smile to the ceiling later–they were on their way. “Promise not to judge me too hard for what I’m about to do,” with his free hand–he dug out a small keyring from his bag and stopped by the doors. “This was given to me by Wes. No, I didn’t steal it.” He fully planned on taking Kurt’s hand again but had to let it go to hold the handle and quickly unlock the door to reveal a dusty set of stairs. “I’m not sure how on limits this place is but no one’s chased us out yet so–.” Taking Kurt’s hand back–Blaine lead him inside and let the door close behind them checking to see if Kurt was okay to follow with a questioning ‘you okay with this’ blink.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) You sprained your ankle?! Do we need to take you to the hospital or anything? I can get on the plane tonight and get there like ASAP if you need me to?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) So. I’ve kinda missed you a lot. Being home and not having you here has been kind of hard. I normally wouldn’t do this, but… [ X ]
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I was mostly joking but I did give the wall a good kick and hopped the last couple steps in here? I’ll be fine! Don’t rush ba ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt?! Oh God. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I? That? You just stole every last ounce of oxygen and coherent thought I had. Pretty sure there was a noise that just came out of my mouth without any lowering it whatsoever. It’s not fair to want you this bad and not have that body here to touch. How are you so beautiful?
Tina could only smirk at Blaine’s reaction to her messing up his hair but he totally deserved it in her opinion. Grabbing her phone, she quickly recorded what he was doing then saved it to her phone. She was sure Sam would get a kick out of the video later. “Yeah, yeah whatever. You’re also buying us coffee from the Lima Bean from now until we leave, among other things.” Oh she was sure that she could think of some other things for him to do despite him ‘technically winning’. “Come on, we have a lot to get ready and not a lot of time to do it in.” Hopefully her parents would agree and let her go with Blaine. Though, her best friend was one of the New Directions that they actually liked so she kept her fingers crossed that that would work in their favor. She made sure that she had her bag then linked her arm with his once her phone was safely stored in her bag where he wouldn’t be able to get to it.
Blaine was oblivious to what his ‘best girl friend’–her name should be traitor for filming that!–was doing with her phone. He’d swung back to stare inside his locker at the mirror he had stuck to the inside. Wisps of hair continued to taunt him in their unruliness and refusal to cooperate! Hazel eyes were so close to being crossed that they qualified for the word as he gave his hair one final attempt at being fixed and–deflated in utter defeat. “Fine! I’ll buy coffee,” he laughed and gripped his locker and swung it shut. Tina’s arm received a small pat when the air of betrayal that lingered around them finally sank in. Blaine paused–a puzzled expression drifted curiously to Tina, her bag, her arm that was through his. Then not knowing any real reason why he suddenly stopped–he blinked out of it and tossed the notion to the side chalking it up a serious need for caffeine. “Want to take my car? We can leave yours here and come back for it later? After we go see a vampire introduce some quality cinematic viewing. Hey, wait. Maybe you two know each other? I mean–vampire to vampire–,” he teased with a crinkled nose and wry, cheeky grin.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine. Everything is fine. Nothing is going to happen, just sometimes I need my personal space, and you need to respect that. I love you, but honestly having you at my side 24/7 is exhausting.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It was just a really long year without you and it’s hard to not want to make up for all that lost time. There’s only so much missing you someone can take before having you around feels so relieving that it’s hard to let go of. Even for a minute. This isn’t making any sense and I’m sounding more desperate with every word. I’m sorry. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I understand what you’re saying. I’ll be more conscious of it from now on. Promise.
“If you do, I’ll probably kick your ass,” he muttered softly pulling away enough to grasp one of his hands. And pressed a soft kiss there, squeezing gently, and keeping Blaine close. The speedster was proud of him, he really, really was. Blaine was such a good person, too good for him. He didn’t want the other to feel guilty, but after losing so many people that he cared about. Perhaps he was a bit paranoid. But could anyone fault him? Feeling the other next to him, his breath on his skin, it was reassuring, and it had calmed the speedster down. Although he sort of refused to let him go right now. While he might be promising that, Barry knew better, something always happens. But he’ll push that out of his mind for the time being. “I’m glad you’re okay, but right now you totally owe me some time,” he managed a chuckle. “No escape.”
Blaine laughed lightly at the threat. “I give you full permission if it happens again. I promise I–,” he fell silent when Barry took his hand caused his breath to hitch. There was such warmth in Barry’s touch. Trembling fingers quickly curled down trying to get as much physical contact as possible so he could savor the sensation. Watching Barry’s lips close in? The kiss pressed there? Having his nerves tingle was unavoidable. There was nothing that could stop that reaction–ever–in Blaine’s book. No near-terrible situations or guilt or lingering anxiety could taint that feeling. His attention was still honed in on the spot where the ghost of Barry’s lips haunted his skin when the speedster spoke. Dazed eyes focused when he heard a faint chuckle and Blaine’s whole expression showed how affected he was by such a tiny gesture. A slow nod later–Blaine’s body shifted and he crawled over to sit on Barry’s lap facing him with his knees bent towards the back of the sofa and his arms wrapped loosely around a long neck. “I’ll give you all the time in the world.” Being the tallest was a rare treat and he grinned teasingly putting all his efforts into trying to lighten the mood. “Now who is in a no escape situation? You’re stuck, Mister Allen. Until I say so.”
Sebastian: I’ll do my best.
Sebastian: Sounds great. You see, my parents are out of town so I’ve been living like the true king I am. I’ll get the house nice and pretty for you.
Blaine: Thank you. I’m holding you to this. So try really hard.
Blaine: “True king” you are? Wow. Okay. I’ll be there in about an hour. You don’t have to do anything to the house. I’m sure it’s more than fine the way it is.
Dave’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel, a cheerful tune running through his head. The car was a bit weird, not like his usual car, but considering his own car was in the shop, it had been easier to just rent a car with Blaine. He grinned stupidly as he thought about the fact that he was about to go on an adventure with his boyfriend. Sure, it was only a short trip, and it wasn’t like this was the first time they had drove a long distance together, but this was their first road trip. Dave stuck his hand out the window, giving Blaine a wave when he noticed Blaine waving at him. How he had ended up dating Blaine, who turned out to be one of the greatest guys he met, he still wasn’t actually sure. Dave reached behind himself, fiddling with his backpack and moving around the cooler. “You have to have a cooler, David, what if you two got hungry and there wasn’t anything to eat for miles?” his dad had reason as he had started to pack the two of them a lunch. At that time, Dave had just rolled his eyes, but now he was hoping Blaine actually enjoyed it.
He watched as Blaine came out of the house, and tried not to be too amused by the multiple bags. Sliding out of the car, he reached forward to Blaine, a huge smile across his face. “Hey there,” he beamed, leaning in to hug his boyfriend. As he pulled back, Dave shook his head. “Nah, you could never have enough stuff, right? Besides, I can’t really say anything. I have my own bag and a suit carrier, and a backpack, plus my dad insisted on me bringing food for us,” he hummed, reaching for Blaine’s things. He had realized, when packing his bag, he couldn’t put his laptop in the bag, which meant he had to have a separate bag. “Thank you for coming with me Blaine, I really appreciate it,” Dave said suddenly, giving Blaine a grateful smile.
Dave greeted him with a smile that went on for days and a pair of arms waiting. Blaine was now well past thinking it was so strange to hug Dave back. All thanks to the man hugging him patiently giving him time and helping him to start working on his troubled mind. They both knew what it felt like to bottom out. Dave was there to listen and understood. He was apart from the close inner circle of friends that made Blaine feel too guilty of possibly making think they had to chose ‘sides’ –there weren’t any sides, he knew that now but not then– to hear him out. At three o’clock in the morning when Blaine felt like he was losing it? Dave always picked up the phone to talk him down and refused accept an apology for the phone ringing at an ungodly hour. In Dave’s opinion? None were ever needed.. When he started therapy? Dave drove him to the doctor that he recommended. There were more things, small and big that Dave did for him and never asked anything back but Blaine’s company.
What was Dave to him? A boyfriend. An unexpected turn that took him off a dark road right before he drove off the steepest cliff he’d ever sped towards. Dave was someone who was there and Blaine was grateful. Instead of holding back–Blaine stepped into the hug and it was warm and soft lasted only for a minute. More than enough time for him to lift up onto his toes to press a kiss to Dave’s cheek because his arms were too full to hug him back properly. Blaine laughed and shrugged out of his bags to hand them over. “Uh–Sure,” he grinned happily, “Or you are too sweet to ask me what the heck.” The thank you made Blaine blink, mouth open in surprise. “You’re welcome. Hey! I’m excited about this! We’re going to have fun and–? Thanks to your dad? We’re already ahead.” Reaching over–Blaine gripped Dave’s elbow and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you for inviting me, Dave. Let’s get out of this town. Last one in the car pumps gas first. Race ya?” Yea! That happened. So said the view of Blaine’s back as he suddenly jerked into a jog towards the passenger side.
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