( mssg » blaine | sent ) signed up for it once and if i can be lucky enough to sign up for it twice? well thats like, the dream then lmao. and look as long as you’re just talking your head off and not idk, doin somethin real messed up with it you’re good lol ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Okay i used to think so too but stevie disagrees with you to the extreme right now. i think hes doing the puberty thing and is 2 cool for me, or gearing up to do it, idk. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) if people are judging your brain on other things are htey really the type of ppl you want in your life lmao? ok kidding but only kind of. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) No! it’s amazing blaine, seriously. idk just makes me happy and like you didnt have to even do this so its cool you did. lol i just thought that said ‘gavel gays’ my b. oh man thats not gonna like, threaten their honor or anything right? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) damn thats a good strategy, good plan, b. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Haha, no pressure or nothin right? i haven’t sang in public for a real long time so i dunno we’ll see lol i’m happy to just watch you ( mssg » blaine | sent ) and the guys ofc. but you know what i meant lol. yeah ofc you can ask me anything like ever. always. and okay? yeah this is probably like the best i’ve been in a really long time lmao why do i not seem okay??? sorry im just excited i promise
( mssg » sam | sent )
I promise. If you’re willing to listen? I’ll only talk it off. Nothing in the ‘real messed up’ category.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Who is Stevie and why would he disagree? You make the world smile easy, Sam. I’m willing to bet that against a late blooming classmate any day. 🙂
( mssg » sam | sent ) Probably. Sorry. It was a joke about doctors and all that gross stuff that’s been going on for what feels like forever and a day now. My therapist says making jokes about the situation is a coping mechanism. Or a way to push my feelings aside and make people feel better. Which..what?? I, personally, think I spent way too long not laughing that it’s about time I let myself do it again. You know? That has to be healthier than constant seriousness and frustration.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Gavel gays? Oh God. LOL! ( mssg » sam | sent )
That may. Just a little. But! I think you’re safe from any duel challenges thanks to a slip of the tongue. Don’t worry. I have your back if anything happens.
( mssg » sam | sent ) No pressure. You don’t have to. I’m just saying if you get inspired to sing along? You’re more than welcome to join in. Either way is great. As long as you’re there. ( mssg » sam | sent ) You seem okay. Sure. I’m only worried that I make you nervous. I don’t want you to be nervous around me. As long as you’re good? I have a lot I’ve been wondering about that I was hoping you’d have some insight on.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh man no, never. When in doubt send it out, thats my motto. well it is now. so simple, but so awesome. that is a favor i can literally do 24/7. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) okay that sounded creepy but i promise it wasnt creepy. i’m glad, gonna make that a daily record and work my way up. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Those are all pretty good brain words too. Pretty sure it might be weird, but yours is still awesome. You still have the most important Star Wars facts, and all the real good Harry Potter books somewhere up there. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) You were thinking about me??. n Whao dude seriously? That’s amazing, i totally want more time to talk too! Yeah totally!1 Tomorrow is good. Yeah for sure, the gavel guys won’t mind if i come??? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Yeah no that would be awesome sure. My scheudles CLEAR.
( mssg » sam | sent ) 24/7? Are you sure you understand what you are signing up for? I could be a complete insomniac who likes to talk his head off in the middle of the night and you’re blindly agreeing to it.
( mssg » sam | sent )
I think making someone smile comes effortlessly to you.
( mssg » sam | sent )
I have some great Star Wars facts up in there, sure. I haven’t thought too hard on Harry Potter but I can give it a go and see what comes to mind. Thank you for making it as simple as that to judge whether or not my brain is still awesome. I wish everyone could be convinced as simply.
( mssg » sam | sent )
Yes. Is it amazing like you said? Or strange? You can say it’s strange if it is. The gavel guys? Ha! They’ll forever be known as that now. Thanks. They will be fine if you come. I’ll tell them you’re giving us an outsider’s perspective on our performances before we test run them to the whole school.
( mssg » sam | sent )
Great! You’re coming to practice tomorrow. You can even sing along if you know the songs. We can make you an honorary Warbler.
( mssg » sam | sent )
Sam? Can I ask you a few things? First… Are you okay?
‘A guy like you’ he says and Michael doesn’t catch himself to stop his snort in response. Blaine made it sound like a compliment. He meant it as one too, Michael is aware. He was simply also aware of another, truer meaning to that sentence and the ridiculousness of such a compliment directed towards himself. A guy like him certainly didn’t need help meeting people; he worked in a different area at night, closer to the gay scene to find more customers, and he had been right to move his business over there. During the day however Michael wasn’t attracting attention like that, like what Blaine thought. Either that or he was seriously missing the signals(as possible as it was, he couldn’t help but doubt it)
After he tug on his sleeve Michael follows easily to the table Blaine had his eye on, pausing with one eye on the other as he stops to say hello himself. A more curious expression settles on his face to the eased greetings, wondering why he’d be here so often if he didn’t even have a pet of his own. What stood out more was Blaine pulling out Michael’s seat first, however. A gentlemanly gesture that he both wants to be fond of an annoyed at simultaneously.
Regardless he doesn’t react in either direction and takes a seat with Apple on his lap. She stands, tries unsuccessfully to turn around and face the other way before giving up and laying down on the young man’s legs, sated for the time being thanks to the constant contact. “It sounds like you do, if I’m being honest. Can’t say I’m much better though. If I could stick it in my arm I would.”
Blaine watched the tiny dog attempt to make her circles before she just flopped down and got comfortable. Smiling warmly down at her, he resisted the urge to reach out and pet her. Little awkward seeing as how she was seated on her walker’s lap and that was a little too close for just-met-you contact. One menu was slid over towards Michael. Blaine didn’t need to open his to decide what he wanted to order. But he did it anyway.
“You and me both. Too bad they haven’t invented a convenient IV drip. I’m sure it’d make a mint,” he chuckled and relaxed back into the chair. “So.. Do you do anything other than professional dog walking? I’d imagine that’s a pretty in demand business. Especially in this area of town. But is it your only job or is it funding a bigger dream? Not that it has to. Just.. A lot of people do that here. I guess I’m just curious about your story.”
He didn’t mean what he asked as any insult towards Michael’s job. Or doing what made him happy. Blaine was genuinely curious if he was working like a lot of people, he himself, knew when they moved here. Waiting tables, weird feminine product commercials, Santa’s Helpers In Christmas Hell, etc. Until their dreams came true. “One of my best friends was a Christmas window display once. Never knew that existed for human beings until she got the bright idea.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Dude. ( mssg » blaine | sent )Dude. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine hey!!! omg. I’m always up and Ofc I can talk. Dude no, you could literally never bother me. You have no idea how happy I am that you even texted. Like I honestly didn’t think i’d ever get a text from you again and it pretty much just made my whole week seeing your name pop up on my screen. I didn’t believe it at first. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) who’s rambling now am i right? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Nah, that’s just you being you for sure. it’s so crazy how somethings stick and somethings dont. brains are weird, man. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Whats up?
( mssg » sam | sent ) I’m so glad I didn’t wake you up. I’ve been laying here wondering if I should send something this late. Then I realized the longer I waited, the later it was getting and I better hit send before I end up wasting any more time. I’m glad I had the chance to make you that happy with something so simple. When, honestly, you’re doing me the favor now with keeping me company.
( mssg » sam | sent ) It’s a good kind of rambling. You made me smile. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Weird is a great word for them. Frustrating. Miraculous. Messy. Those, among others, too. Weird is the best one though. ( mssg » sam | sent ) I was thinking about you. About our talk the other day. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. I wish we had more time to talk. Maybe we could do that tomorrow? After Warblers practice? You could come if you want to?
Will noticed that Blaine seemed a little tense. Of course, he didn’t see his fists as they were in his pocket. He was glad to see him relax a bit when he heard what Will had said. “We will work together.” Will said. He just hoped they could change things when they were back in Lima.
Will looked back over at the others. A few of them were still crying. Some were comforting them. Some were just standing there trying to get their head around what had happened. Will returned his gaze to Blaine. He nodded as he heard Blaine said about going to dinner. “I think that is a great idea.” He told Blaine. “I think it will help us all.”
“Whatever it takes.” Blaine nodded before looking down at the reflection of the bright backstage lights in his polished leather shoes. “We tried so hard. We did our best. Can’t let them forget that we did everything we could.” Back teeth clinking together, Blaine’s jaw clenched causing the muscles along it to flinch at the tightness. For all his put togetherness–his composure was starting to slip the more he felt his heart breaking. One peek back at Sam again and it was almost undone completely.
Biting into the corner of his tightly puckered lips–he breathed deep and cleared his throat and only for a slip of a few seconds? His features crumpled and he, finally, appeared like the lost, upset teenager he was doing his best to not think about because the problem was far bigger than what he felt. “Yeah. I’ll make reservations.” He returned his attention back up, the slip gone and an unsteady smile freed the strip of flesh from his front teeth he’d been biting against. “Thank you for getting us to this point. It really was something spectacular.”
A huff of laughter came at Blaine’s suggestion, the worst part was Lip could picture it far too clearly. “He’s not worth the money, plus—
“ He started up, unable to hold back the beginnings of a smirk, “Wouldn’t wanna encourage him. He’s liable to think he can make it as an artist if I plant that seed.” After all, it didn’t take much to send Frank down the road of any get rich quick scheme and considering how subjective art was, he didn’t doubt for a second that there was someone out there his father wouldn’t mind ripping off. “I like the idea though,” He grinned. might make the place look a lot classier than it was. If anything it would stick with the gentrification theme sweeping throughout the neighborhood.
Lip leaned over the side of the bed for a moment and opened the drawer to his night side table. He rustled around for a moment before finding the small box of joints he had rolled, and pulled one out before putting the lid back on and shutting the drawer. Rain always made him want to blaze, then again did he really need an excuse? Rolling back over he let his head rest against the headboard as he grabbed his lighter and lit the tip of the joint. It took a little while to get a nice glow, but once it finally stuck around, he inhaled deeply, taking the smoke deep into his lungs. As he did so, he extended the joint over to Blaine, should he want to partake.
He listened with a grin, eventually exhaling and avoiding a building cough that threatened to reprimand him after testing his limits a few seconds too long.”Fuck, everyone would flock for that shit.” Lip laughed, though his cough finally bubbled over as the cloud of smoke hang stagnantly above them, slowly dissipating. “Slum life: An Addict’s Renovations. The lesbians up the street would eat that shit up.” Art and other people’s suffering? That was so hot right now. At least to the people that always sped up every time someone from South Side passed them by on the sidewalks. They clutched their purses tighter, or got closer to their partners as if waiting for the lowlifes to strike and rob them for every penny they had.
Lip’s tongue wet over his lips as he listened, eyes quietly surveying Blaine as he spoke. He was pretty good at reading people when his dick wasn’t involved (and often trying to make him avoid the warning signs). Karen had been lonely too. Hell, even Mandy. Maybe not on the surface level of things, stuck within the depths of the Milkovich house, but she had gotten the shit end of the stick, sadly he had also played his part in that one. Fuck. If Blaine didn’t paint a picture. He’d seen the guy party, puke his guts out, and hold his own, and yet under all that, under the prep boy clothes and the old Hollywood hair was something a lot deeper. Something that oddly reminded him of Helene, Well, the good parts of her. It was almost uncomfortable how much he could relate. After all, wasn’t his quest always trying to fill that hole inside? The one he blamed Karen for leaving, but in reality it had been Karen who had temporarily filled it if anything. “Nah, don’t.” Lip shrugged off, shaking his head dismissively as Blaine tried to explain himself.
Lip less offered the joint now, but instead handed it over because if anyone needed a hit or five, it was Blaine. “Hate to break it to ya, bud… But I think that’s called depression.” A simplistic term that didn’t scratch the surface, but within their conversation there were different tiers. Lonely and quiet was one thing, but what Blaine was describing was far more. An affliction of perhaps the two, but it was all linked. “You’re still focusin’ on other people, aren’t you?” Lip questioned, looking over and actually meeting Blaine’s eyes. It’s not that he thought of himself as the charity case in the situation, but it made sense as to why Blaine wanted to be around the dysfunction so much more. “Did you ever get back to being what you wanted?”
Could have been much worse.
“Yeah, totally. Like, you could have had Carl stealing your socks so he could jerk off under the covers while you’re trying to study for your calc exam.” The grin slowly turned into laughter as Lip nudged Blaine’s shoulder, trying to lighten things a little bit, but at this point in life, the heavy shit didn’t really seem that heavy anymore, not unless he was in the thick of it and it was happening around him. “Did I mention we had bunk beds?”
From what little amount of Lip’s father he’s experienced, Lip was right. Frank Gallagher didn’t seem the kind to let an opportunity to not work while making as much money he could scrape up go by. Putting a paintbrush in his hand could either be a disaster or a blessing. Probably the first one of the two. Instead of painting his own work, Frank would be the type to try and crank out fake Monet’s to unsuspecting people saying he found them in an estate sale and got lucky. “True. Probably best to let him do whatever he might come up with next that doesn’t land him in jail for forgery,” Blaine mused with a hum and a shrug. If Frank put half as much effort as Lip has told him he puts into his scheming towards making something of himself? His family would never have had to worry about a thing. The guy would have been beyond successful. It was more than sad to know that his kids suffered for his lack of trying.
Blaine watched as Lip got all of his pot supplies out. He never participated in the whole getting high thing that Lip (and everyone around him) loved to do. But he didn’t mind when others did. Their choice, yeah? So, he watched with a building curiosity as Lip drew out a join actually a little disappointed that they were all rolled up instead of Lip going through the process of making one himself. Watching how concentrated the other got while he went through his ritual of rolling a joint was always entertaining. Ah well. Next time. With pot and the Gallaghers? There’d always be a next time.
Lip playing along with the hipster photographer idea made Blaine grin and lean in bouncing their shoulders against each others as he laughed. “See? You’re getting an idea there, though. Take your photography and sell it to people who are trying to seem cultured by just being..not and make money off their horrible attempts at seeming edgy or hip? That’s how real artists start for the most part, right? Selling depth to the rich who don’t know how to get it any other way? And a few of them who really understand get lucky enough to grab a piece or two before they’re all gone?” Ah well. That’s how museums started. Or maybe it was the contact high he didn’t realize he was getting as he breathed with the heavy cloud above their heads that made him invent the whole idea. He was a little too relaxed to think too hard about it.
Then he was blabbering about his homelife. No doubt his tongue loosened by the warmth his body was sinking into and by the time he was done, he felt like an apology was in order. Of course Lip wouldn’t let him give one. Lip never let him apologize for himself. In a very different way than his friends back in Ohio used to dismiss his nature to excuse himself if he thought he had done something to earn it. They dismissed the whole situation. Sort of negated everything around it that happened. Or honed in on one thing about it that made Blaine pretty sure they didn’t want to let completely go (because it’d be brought up months later) but felt obligated to accept or dismiss his apology as a means of acceptance.
Lip always made him feel like whatever slip he made didn’t matter. Because that’s what humans do and in the long run of things? Letting stuff that wasn’t a big deal slide was how friendship worked. Mistakes happen, but they aren’t that big of a deal because the bigger picture was way more huge than that tiny blip of oops. “Depression? Yeah,” he smiled at the thought and glanced down to the blanket he pinched between his thumb and forefinger and began grazing the edges of them over the cotton. “Not as much as I used to,” Lip caught his eye and he didn’t look away. “In a better, more healthier way now, I think. It’s always gonna be my nature to focus on people. But I focused a whole lot on me since I’ve been here too.”
“Back to what I wanted? I’m getting there.”
”That happened? How’d you.. Wow. Wow.” GROSS! Oh thank God he was the little brother. Blaine blanched with a laugh and shook his head at the offered joint handing it back with a grateful smile. “Not sure a non-filtered joint is great for the voice but thank you. However. No thank you for the image you put in my head that I don’t think any amount of wishing I could forget that is going to relieve. Also. What about you? Ever think you’ll focus on you completely? Because..sort of pot calling the kettle black here..”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) this is stupid. whats it gonna fix blaine???? like are you suddenly gonna be like okay bye kurt? cause thats not you and we both know it ( mssg » blaine | sent ) lol dont worry blaine im gonna be okay. im always okay ( mssg » blaine | sent) talk to you later in glee club maybe maybe not, duh ( mssg » blaine | sent ) because i needed SOMEONE to talk to that wasn’t you. tina would just tell you and try and play doctor phil and santana would get back to you AND kurt. obviously cant talk to kurt cause lololol who else am i gonna talk to when everyone else would just loop back to him or you?? like yeah quinn was a crappy gf somtimes but she listened to me and tried to hellp after i went to her so. it is what it is ( mssg » blaine | sent ) i’m at the park but i really dont wanna c u right now. i said what i had to say
( mssg » sam | sent ) It’s not me to ignore that I’m hurting you either and we both know that, too. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to keep doing this to you. ( mssg » sam | sent ) No. You always say you’re okay. Even when you’re not. That’s not being okay. That’s making everyone think you’re okay because you don’t want to worry them. Trust me. I know how that goes. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Oh. Right. How did I not get that? ( mssg » sam | sent ) I understand. You’re right. You deserve a friend you can trust. I only wish you would have come to me instead. Having you hurt this much isn’t something I’d ever want. You know I’m not a cruel person. I might not be able to wave a magic wand and find a solution for everything..but..
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you try to understand that I still lo–care about you so much, Sam.” Blaine’s voice picked up where his messages left off, quiet steps coming to a stop beside the picnic table Sam was sitting on top of. He knew where he’d be. It was where they’d disappeared off to several times before and they were nothing if not creatures of habit when it came to safe places and sentimental stuff. Thus the whole rubber band effect they kept having on each other. They’d try to get away, they’d stretch fate and distance until they couldn’t stretch it anymore then crash back together in a tangled mess. Seems like lately that mess was a daily occurrence Blaine had no idea how to end.
Unless..
Hands in his pockets, Blaine turned his gaze towards the sky overhead. A blanket of stars and clouds painted across the inky blue black might’ve been the perfect thing to watch together if their situation was different. God. That idea brought back memories. Though no smile came with them like it normally did. Instead, Blaine’s face seemed lost when he glanced over at Sam. Holding his breath and debating on whether or not he should put what he was about to say out into the universe because that made them real, tangible things that he’d either do or not but would have to answer for either way. Silent thoughts were one thing. Making them solid by putting your voice behind them? Made them impossible to take back.
One last dart of hazel across blue, his choice was made as he sat on the bench right next to Sam’s foot.
“…I think it would be better if I went back to Dalton.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) text messages is the only time i wanna have this conversation. and its NOT both ( mssg » blaine | sent ) you can’t come over cause i’m not home and even if i was home everyone would be asleep and theres no way we could be ninjas right now and i cant wake anyone up so like TTYLIGCMMN ( mssg » blaine | sent) dont YOU even try ( mssg » blaine | sent ) the first one to come to mind was kurt otherwiSe we wouldnt be in this situation and that should have toLd me what i needed to know but i didnt wanna see that and maybe it took quinn pointing it out to me to realize it but that was your answer already cause if it wasnt things would be DIFFEReNT and you know it blaine
( mssg » sam | sent ) No. We need to talk about this in person. Please? There is no way text messages can cover what we need to say. Especially not when you’re drunk. And I just need to see you and make sure you’re going to be okay.. ( mssg » sam | sent ) TTYLIGCMMN? ( mssg » sam | sent ) Where are you? Please tell me. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Sam? Why would you listen to Quinn about anything between you and I? She has no idea how deep this goes. If you want an answer about something? Ask me. Not her. Or anyone else. Me.
❝…” Yeah, I did… Sebastian stared at him as Blaine echoed his words, with a stupefied expression, expecting not so patiently for him to elaborate even though he had a feeling Blaine wasn’t going to. Or that his elaboration wasn’t going to help much. Now that the doctor was gone and he was feeling a little less dizzy, he could see how unusually pale Blaine looked, and a glance down told him he’d been twisting his fingers in the nervous way he used to whenever something was on his mind. But the time when Sebastian used to notice (or care about) those little things was long gone, and he forced himself to look away. It was NOT his job to care anymore, and it’d taken him what? Almost a decade to start jotting that down? He wasn’t going off the rails now.
“I can’t believe you.” He stated, shaking his head. “Yeah? Well, most of us don’t live in romcoms, Blainers, and no matter what those might say, you really CAN’T smile your way into a non relative’s hospital room. I’d know.” He’d spent many a night alone in hospitals, from a kid to adulthood, it wasn’t anything new for him, and that type of movie magic was a little too strong for even Blaine Anderson to pull off. “Of course he isn’t.” He sighed out, then stopped.
“You did?” He’d thought that meant the didn’t know, Shirley Temple, that was, that Blaine had made some excuse, because when it came to Sebastian and Blaine’s gang of muppets he, somehow, no matter the circumstances, always ended up as the excuse. He raise an eyebrow as he glanced at him, before licking his lips. He tried to reach for the table and winced. “Since you’re here. Can you… Get me some water..? I’m freaking parched. The painkillers…” He made a gesture towards his mouth, he was used to that too, having had his fair share of hospital rendezvous. " ‘Throw a wild guess out there, and say they don’t know about the fiancé part?” He glanced at him. He hadn’t even expected Blaine to tell them he was with Sebastian at the hospital, so he wasn’t exactly judging, but still- “Tell me why I shouldn’t tell the next nurse the truth, here.” He said slowly, as he looked at him, not defensive now, just tired. Exhausted.
They both knew where this road lead. And it wasn’t anywhere good. It was beyond ironic that he was the one not willing to “pull the prank” so to speak and fool these people, to tell the lie, to play the part, because in this case, the part would leave him hanging, dry, and hurting a hell lot more than this car accident, and he knew it. They’d done this so many times now. It never ended well. Either one or both of them ended up injured one way or another, and Sebastian was tired. He was tired of having any kind of hope. It’d been years now, but even just being in the same room like that, having Blaine say he wanted to take care of him, that he was worried for him, was already starting to cut him open. “Can we just skip to the end? You heard doctor strange, I’m fine. I’m gonna be great. Thanks… For being here, getting– us engaged and all that jazz. Time to go back to your actual fiancé. You know, that one you took a town over to my boarding school, to propose to. I assume he’s still the one.”
Blaine was obviously not done messing with his fingers. His hands slid out from underneath him, dug at his knees. Knuckles bled to white as he clasped them together, shoved them between his thighs and dug his thumbnails into the fleshy part of his hand just under them on their opposite sides. Later one, there’d be crescent shapes pressed in that might leave a bruise. He was searching for any amount of approval of what he did. For the reasons why. For Sebastian to show him any sign that he was glad he didn’t wake up hurting and alone in the hospital. A smile. It could be tiny. Or laced with some snarky comment that might brush off how much he meant what he was saying. Anything from the pages of their past that might amount to something substantial enough to hang onto.
What he got was anything BUT what he was looking for. ‘I can’t believe you.’ Clamping his mouth shut, he immediately broke eye contact and his lap was instantly locked in his sights. His entire posture sank making him seem smaller than normal where he sat on the large sleeper chair. “I know you can’t. That’s why I lied..” Lifting his chin just enough that he could peek over Sebastian, he nodded. “I didn’t think you’d want anyone else here.” Seems Sebastian didn’t want ANYONE here (including him) but Blaine had the foresight enough to know that Kurt was probably the LAST person on Earth he’d want. Risking what might happen when he got home, he’d warded him away.
Seeing Sebastian wince, Blaine was already half out of his seat when he was asked for water. Trembling hands reached for the pitcher as soon as he rushed close enough to grab it. Water splashed onto the fake wood grain surface of the hospital bed table but he managed to get enough into the cup. “Because I’ll leave without you getting me kicked out of here. If that’s what you want me to do. And it is. I can see.” Once his hand was free of the cup, he stepped back and pressed his lips together. He could see it clear as day when he met Sebastian’s gaze. His hope to be a soothing presence was a failure in the worst kind of way. It was time to go. Staying any longer was only going to worsen the insult he hadn’t meant to dish out from the beginning.
“Okay,” his heart broke in ways it shouldn’t. In ways it didn’t have the right to. As Sebastian said, he’d made his choice. Starry eyed and love struck, he made his choice. What time did between now and then didn’t matter. His throat felt like it filled with rocks that were digging in and tightening up his chest, stomach. One word and Blaine turned, went back to his chair and grabbed his coat from where he had it shoved into the corner and draped over the back to use as a makeshift pillow. What else did he have left to say out loud anyway? Sebastian didn’t want to hear that he was welcome. That he was here because he was petrified he might’ve lost him on the street. That he didn’t want to go and a huge part of him never wanted to leave. Sebastian wouldn’t want to hear any of it. His chance for an open ear died at the bottom of a staircase. Warmth surrounded him when he pulled it on.
“This was selfish. A mistake. I’m so sorry for how I made you feel, Sebastian.”
david was SMART enough to realize when he was being watched. he could feel the stare burning into his neck, and david had enough sense to know to be cautious. with dwayne off on another rampage – was he even still in santa carla, david wondered? – and max sequestered behind the counter of a record store, there was no one by his side to protect him if someone decided he was an easy target. but why would he be? surely no one, not even the gangs around santa carla, looked at him and saw someone worth fighting.
every time he chanced a glance back to see who had their eyes on him, it was always the same man. so well put together, always neatly dressed, always impeccable. and he had to admit the man was attractive. attractive men staring at men could only mean one thing after all. that was far easier to deal with than someone trying to fight him, someone wanting him dead. he knew how to handle someone who WANTED him.
he took his bike off to the side, kept it safe against the fence down the way before walking up behind the stranger. his footsteps are as quiet as he could make them as he slipped up beside him, arms leaning against the fence as he finally made his presence known.
“ looking for someone? “ david teased, blaine’s position on the fence forcing him to look up to see him. “ you should know you don’t get anything you want in santa carla just by LOOKING. “
Blaine should have known better. That losing sight of David was a mistake that could end terribly if the other was aware he’s been following him for as many nights as he has. Why he didn’t get up and leave was beyond his usually keen rationale. Or maybe he was hoping he’d be found out and David would be the one to approach him because his nerves just weren’t catching up to his want to talk to him.
Frowning in disappointment that the blond vampire was gone–toes stretched down to dig at the sand and grass underneath the fence. Maybe tomorrow night things would go different. He’d stop silently watching from the shadows and walk up to him, throw everything to chance and see where the chips might fall. Or.. Who knows? Tomorrow would tell. Chances were it’d be a repeat of tonight but Blaine could hope his willpower would kick in and stick around.
Seems fate might be doing him a favor for once. Because to Blaine’s shock, someone came to stand beside him that had no clue was coming. For someone with preternatural hearing, he’d missed the steps of… Oh no. Common sense said to look up and confirm his suspicions of why he might not have heard..
Him.
“I..,” mouth agape–the vampire looked mortified. Head tilted back so he could get a few of his pursuit up close, Blaine’s brows crumpled together and he smiled (if you call the uneven, apologetic wobble of his lips a smile). “How long did you know..?”
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