❝What…??” He rose an eyebrow at the boy’s pause, though he could tell what he was thinking, and he showed it next. “I’d stop thinking you’re a good diversion?” He bit on his tongue. He wondered if in midst of it all, Blaine had ever really stopped to THINK about the WAYS in which Sebastian would always insult him. Was it really that bad when they were all about the hyper, sunshine, persona Blaine put forward, and when Sebastian actually enjoyed his truer, more ambitious, and less nicey-nice self? Maybe he just wanted to see what would happen if the boy stopped pretending, if he stopped LETTING people trample all over him, and took what he wanted with the weapons he already had, and the will he knew was in there somewhere, underneath the glasses and all the hair gel.
“Because your stupide American school thinks I’m an imbecile for not knowing all the details to American history? Because it’s too hard for them to comprehend that I might be able to answer complex physics and socioeconomic’s questions a whole damn better if they allowed me to study in French?” He shrugs. “Because they think I need nerd training, when all I really needed was extra time and a few additional French text books.” He notices Blaine’s fists mid-through his rambling and stops. “Are you going to hit me, Jiminy? Kindly avoid the nose, I’d rather not get a third surgery on it.” He wasn’t stupid, no matter what the dean thought, and he knew Blaine practiced boxing, and he’d never taken self defense classes in his life. He wasn’t afraid either, he’d been beaten too many times to care anymore, but he waited, to see what the other would do. And then… nothing.
He seemed to crumble, looking down, and then he was agreeing with Sebastian’s proposition, or order, for lack of a better word. He shot him a surprised glance, specially at the words that came next. “Join the club, charming.” He pointed out, saying Blaine wasn’t the only one that wanted out of this bizarre situation sooner, rather than later. Sebastian wasn’t used to needing ANY kind of tutoring and this was really exasperating to say the least.
As they started walking, he focused his attention ahead, one hand easily caught on the strap of his backpack, and the other swaying besides him with his step, finger contracting and relaxing like a rhythm, the colorful lights dancing on and out of his face. When Blaine finally spoke again he didn’t look, but his step got tenser for a moment, before he forced out a chuckle and spoke again. “I think that’s what you’d like to think you are. I think you waste whole lot of freaking time trying to get there.” He glances at him, the frown, the unsettled expression, the shifting, but also the grit and want to prove Sebastian wrong that attract him so much more than the good two shoes routine. “Still get nightmares about your I, Robot, performance, last parents-teachers conference night.” He paused to take a good look at him. “I rather like you like this.” He smirked, leading him upstairs as they reached the dorms. “We’re doing it at my place.” He didn’t want anyone seeing him getting tutored and getting ideas from it.
Frustrated. He was confused and frustrated and it was only getting worse.
Diversion? The confusion that made Blaine’s head spin before he opened his mouth only doubled in the ways it played out on his face. Brows creased together tight and he opened his lips to say something a good couple of times before words actually happened. When they did? A faint hint of crimson spread over the bridge of his nose and warmed his cheeks. “No. Not a.. Why would you say I was a diversion? A diversion to what exactly? You being bored? Focusing on yourself instead of on me and all the faults I have that you love to point out?” Did Sebastian make himself feel better with every little dig about his personality, thoughts, feelings that he took? He must. Because they weren’t stopping. Blaine might pride himself on his ability to keep a mostly level head in any given circumstance when it came to people like Sebastian Smythe but even he had his limits. Sebastian seemed quite intent on pushing him over them. Happy to do so even.
This entire conversation was borderlining on ridiculous at this point. Maybe they should cut their losses. Come up with a plan that they could both say they did what the Dean made him promise and be done with each other. Sebastian wouldn’t get kicked off the lacrosse team, which Blaine isn’t sure Sebastian knows will happen if his grades don’t improve. And he could focus on The Warblers so they could win Sectionals. Win/Win. If you asked him. He had no idea how tight his hands were getting. Or how the color that’d bled from his knuckles had now left them beyond pale as the crescent shapes of his nails started to dig into the flesh of his palm. He was, also, clueless that his eyes were darker and his back teeth were grinding together. Until Sebastian pointed it out by asking him… “Hit you,” a strained whisper before his upper lip curled in disbelief. Dark lashes fluttered as he rapidly blinked and the shadows in his stare lifted. “No. I’d never.. I’m not like that.” It was just.. Sebastian always managed to find buttons Blaine didn’t even know he had. Then proceed to push (no slam) every. single. one.
Eye contact broken, a visibly increasingly shaken Blaine kept at Sebastian’s side not once looking up from the marble passing by underneath his feet. Barely listening to the answer to his question as his head swam with the idea that his arm ached from holding himself back the way he must have. How he knew as soon as he left Sebastian’s company, he’d be in the gym until he couldn’t lift his arms anymore. Let alone swing. How’d he let Sebastian take him to that place? Drag him down that far? He shook his head and lifted one hand to hold the strap of his satchel right at the shoulder. “I think you waste a lot of your time thinking you know me well enough to even guess you know what I’d like to think of myself as. You don’t know anything about me that matters enough to have even a clue. Stop thinking you do.”
“Like that. Stop thinking you have a clue as to why I might have been on the only autopilot I know that night that’ll make things..,” he cut himself off and abruptly changed the subject. Blaine figured they were going to his room. Why would Sebastian suggest otherwise? Wouldn’t it be too big of a risk that someone might drop by and might see him there? You know? “Your room? Why your room? Aren’t you worried someone might see me following you there? I wouldn’t want you to risk that.” You could practically taste the sarcasm dripping from his lips. Finally looking up at him, the Warbler rolled his eyes and dismissed having the energy to argue with an upward twitch of the fingers near his shoulder. “Whatever. Let’s go,” he rolled his eyes and waited for Sebastian to take the lead.
“Blaine?“ Elliott raised his voice a little so it could carry across the flat, a pillow clutched in a tattoo heavy hand as he searched around somewhat AIMLESSLY. Dropping it back on the sofa none too CEREMONIOUSLY, Elliott gave up his searching for the moment, instead seeking Blaine out; a task much EASIER than the first.
“Have you seen my glasses? I can’t find them ANYWHERE.” And he had a script to study, so his options rested between finding and having to wear the DAMN things or risking a SPLITTING headache that would no doubt ruin his evening.
On finding Blaine in the bathroom, a bright smile BLOSSOMED across Elliott’s face, a hand instantly going to his hip so he could press a kiss to cherry lips.
“Yes, Elliott??” Blaine had just finished up his shower and pulled on something to sleep in when he heard Elliott wandering through the apartment. Either he was lost in his own home or was looking for something. Judging by the amount of things being moved around and sat down Blaine could hear? He could be moving the furniture too. Though, at this hour, that was the most unlikely of all the assumptions Blaine could make.
Ah! His glasses! He started to hurry up his routine so he could go help. Hair combed back off his face with just a little bit of something to keep them mostly tame overnight and his feet now warm inside his slippers…and he was set to spend the rest of the night in.
Only Elliott beat him and joined him in the bathroom instead. Blaine smiled seeing Elliott smile. “I think I saw them in the bedroom on the nightstand last. I’d be willing to bet there still there,” he hummed happily when their lips met. Okay, that was nice. Glasses could wait. Cause he lifted up to gently return the peck against the corner of Elliott’s lips, his smile returning to his own. “Come on. Let’s go look.”
ship that you find cute but don’t ship: um.. i gotta step outside glee for the biggest one i adore but don’t necessarily ship because i love their endgames. they were too perfect to mess up. but! harry and hermione. so freaking adorable. now i wanna do a HP rewatch..
👀 ship you’re curious about: ……….blesse. you know my feelings on dis. haha! also, i’d like to explore more of the blam and plaine dynamic. there are a lot of plots in my head i wanna get out for both those ships so bad. major bad. many feelings!
Answering the rest under a cut for length!
💖 ship that needs more love: blainofsky. hate it all you want. i get it. but if you give me fifteen minutes, i will gladly tell you the reasons why i think dave (at that point in blaine’s life) was the best person to understand where blaine was at mentally and why dave helping him and my headcanons around it truly made me adore david karofsky more than i did before.
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ship that you didn’t expect to ship but now do: i mentioned on this blog before that seblaine was my least expected ship that i now go crazy over after having amazing partners and delving into the ship with a new perspective once i took up blaine. however! lately? plaine and blunter are the ones at the top of my list. i wouldn’t have expected to ship either one the way i do now. they’re both so unlikely but once i went down that rabbit hole..welp!
No. No. She clearly hadn´t expected him to come by. Ever since moving to her own apartment things had gotten a little…lonely. She might not have been over Finn´s death quite yet, and Rachel wasn´t sure if she ever would be, but moving and starting a new chapter of her life had seemed like a good idea.
The place wasn´t far from their old apartment, which was where Kurt still lived and most of the time they still hung out. Rachel made sure to keep herself busy though, because while living by herself was liberating in a way it was also pretty scary sometimes.
Today she had been home early from work and ordered herself some food from her favorite vegan place. Thinking she still had some time, however, Rachel had gone to take a shower and when she had heard the door bell she had panicked. Which was also why she was standing in front of Blaine, towel wrapped tightly around her body and hair dripping wet.
“Blaine?” She managed, almost a little out of breath. “Sorry. I thought you were my food.” Her lips curved into a smile. “Wait. Were we supposed to meet up today?”
After making a pitstop at his and Kurt’s favorite flower stand, Blaine took a leisurely walk the several blocks to Rachel’s apartment completely planning on surprising her with an impromptu train ride to Broadway. No questions asked. He missed Rachel Berry so bad. Their schedules were misaligned in every possible way lately and it didn’t allow them a lot of time to just enjoy one another’s company like they used to.
Today, though? Was a rare day where he had nothing to do and he was banking on the fact that it might be the case with her. If so? They were going to have lunch, do some shopping, and stroll past every theater they could find and toss daydreams back and forth to one another’s reflections inside marquee glass like they used to. Something they hadn’t done in forever.
“Hey! Oh..” Rachel Berry standing in the doorway in nothing but a towel and sopping wet hair was not what he expected. The stunned look on his face was quickly blinked away and he smiled, a little flushed but happy she was here (regardless of almost being naked). “No. Not your food. Just me. Sorry if I interrupted your shower?”
Swinging the roses from where he had hid them behind his back and holding them up to his nose, he inhaled their faint scent one more time and his brows shot up in a playful half apologetic, half pleading his case for accidentally making her run through the house soaked was well worth it cause pretty flowers and he was being sweet? “I brought flowers? But..uhm. I’ll hold onto them until. You know? Clothes.”
hunter certainly didn’t expect his evening to turn out the way it did, not by a long shot. hunter wasn’t the most empathetic person in the world. he wouldn’t say he’s good at advice, even though he does try when it’s the right person in need, but one thing he is good at is listening. he just didn’t think that he would be listening to BLAINE ANDERSON and his problems, not that he minded. it was just… blaine seemed to perfectly put together. hunter knew more than most though, that looks could be deceiving.
hunter saw a raw, honest, vulnerable side to blaine that made him seem so much more human. he didn’t know blaine very well at all, and this was the first time they had spent one on one time together. hunter was viewing blaine’s situation as an outsider, and from what he could see, blaine was being far too hard on himself. he had a made a mistake. a serious mistake, which he didn’t condone but he didn’t think it was fair that blaine was being so tough on himself for it. hunter didn’t say much during their talk, but one thing he did say was, “ you need to stop punishing yourself for this. what’s done is done, you can’t change that now. stop trying. ”
now, what hunter found most surprising about the whole situation was the physical contact that he found himself engaged in. he most certainly WAS NOT a hugger, but blaine needed someone, so he hugged back. he hugged back hard, holding blaine as if he were trying to put all the broken pieces back together again. the kisses caught him off guard… so much so that his body acted before his brain could and he found himself pressing his lips back against blaine’s ever so gently. his eyes fluttered closed, and he lost himself for those few seconds. a part of him knew that blaine didn’t necessarily want this, but he needed it. he needed something to help him move on. “ i… it’s okay. if you’re sorry, i suppose i should be too. ”
Blaine could feel a warmth edged with a tingling spark pool in his stomach before it felt like it exploded into every nerve, vein and bone inside before it spread over his skin causing a ripple of goosebumps wherever it touched in it’s wake. He was stuck. Lingering here where they were so intimately close that he felt the warm press of Hunter’s breath with every word the other said after he’d apologized. Ones Blaine found himself hinging on, waiting because they controlled every moment that would spiral into place after what just happened.
Hunter could hate him. Tell him to leave. Worse? Try to kick him out of the only good thing he had. But, he wouldn’t. Would he?
Hunter, in spite of every gut instinct fear Blaine could hear screaming inside his head in his own voice, had kissed him back. However small. However barely there. It’s okay? Thick, black lashes slowly opened. Unsure, his left hand lifted and he traced the tiers of Hunter’s upper lip with the tip of his finger before pressing it against the center of both. “Shh…” Blaine pulled his bottom lip between his front teeth and raked them over the flesh before he whispered. “I don’t..want you to be sorry.” The Warbler Captain was probably right. Mostly. Blaine knew he was punishing himself over and over. He knew he couldn’t change what he did. But lacked any ability to escape his thoughts. Unless he was singing or with The Warblers.
Quite frankly, he was exhausted. From trying and failing and scraping himself back up to repeat the process. He was lonely, too. Worse than the first month without Kurt. Worse than the empty house he was often left in. And he needed to make the loneliness stop. Only for a minute if that was all he could have. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t pulled away and instead docked his nose along Hunter’s, eyes closed and lips dangerously near as foreheads touched. His finger finally dipped down until it rested on the very edge of Hunter’s lower lip. “Sorry’s the last thing I need you to be, Hunter.” Even if he could barely swallow when the memory of Hunter’s lips came in a flashback that made his breath hitch.
The lift in his tone was it’s own brand of plea for something he was too afraid to do again. Please?
THE WESTERVILLE HOUSE HADN’T FELT LIKE HOME FOR YEARS.the sunshine of los angeles had called cooper away as soon as he could. he never once regretted abandoning his father’s hopes that he would go to college. he never once regretted leaving ohio behind and never looking back. not until he’d had his mother crying down the phone telling him that his little brother had fallen victim to some disgusting attack. as strained as his relationship with blaine was – mostly completely oblivious on cooper’s side, admittedly – he never wanted to hear that his pesky little brother was hurt in any way. it was how he found himself home after filming a new cut away for his credit rating commercial – he would be lying if he didn’t use the emotion from his home situation as excellent fuel to channel someone with a truly awful credit score. his relationship with his family wasn’t excellent but it also wasn’t horrific. he loved his mother dearly and blaine had become less of an annoying wobbling and infuriating shadow that followed him around. but their father was an utter enigma to cooper. one moment, the man was happy and proud of him – but who wouldn’t be given his commercial success across the entire country? – and the next he was as cold hearted and disappointed as ever.
typically, cooper would have never overstepped his boundaries, but considering he was making his own money and relied on his father for nothing? he’d given him quite the piece of his mind for even thinking about leaving while blaine had gone through something so traumatic. his blood had been boiling at how the man could just shrug off his youngest son like he meant very little, that him being hurt and attacked by pathetic individuals was somehow blaine’s fault. as he left the study, having gotten nowhere with the stubborn old man, he was still fuming. only upon seeing blaine’s face over the back of the couch did his expression soften to something more akin to fondness while he took a deep breath to let go of his frustration. pocketing that extreme anger for a later audition would come in handy and using it all up now on a fruitless mission was a ridiculous notion.
❝ me? i’m fine, squirt. i was playing bad cop in there, ❞ he joked, hopping over the arm of the couch to perch at blaine’s feet while fixing a warm smile on his face. ❝ gave the old man a piece of my mind about how his son is way more important than sitting in a bar and having business meetings. if he can’t see that, then he’s the one you should feel sorry for. ❞ reaching over, cooper lightly ruffled blaine’s hair – always cautious of the injuries his brother had sustained. ❝ i didn’t think you’d be awake. those painkillers? i heard they sell them as sleeping pills on the hollywood black market. ❞ changing the subject for cooper had never been a difficult task. he was a master of improvisation and making anything seem believable, especially after spending a few months twirling a quiznos sign like it read ‘entrance to heaven’ on it at the beginning of his los angeles stint. ❝ did mom go lay down? ❞ cooper asked after a moment of silence. he hadn’t thought of dear pam anderson when he’d went to town arguing with their old man. it probably did nothing for her nerves and cooper really did feel rather bad if she’d had to hear it. ❝ i guess that means we can bust out the old wii. see if you’re still terrible at mario kart, hm? ❞
Worried eyes (one still shadowed by lovely shades of black, purple and green in a crescent shape underneath) watched as Cooper approached the couch. Through the fog of the medicine running through his veins, he hadn’t missed catching a glimpse of anger etched on his brother’s face. Cooper’s eyes were too expressive for that. Too blue and too bright not to miss when they were darker and angrier. Since they were rarely like that. As far as Blaine knew Cooper rarely got mad. Unless he followed him around too much or refused to leave his things alone when they were younger. Other than that? Catching a tiny glimpse of Cooper infuriated? Blaine couldn’t help but feel sorry for anyone on the receiving end of that stare. His expression faltered from curious to a thoughtful pout hidden by the back of the sofa. Then like magic, Cooper was smiling and Blaine made himself comfortable in the position he’d flopped in. Just in time for his brother to land at his feet.
A drugged laugh made his cheek hurt but he couldn’t help it. For some reason, Cooper airborne then knelt in front of him was enough comedic material to make him smile at least. More importantly? More agreeable not to argue that he didn’t look okay like a sober Blaine might have. Instead, he nodded then pulled his shoulders up in a lazy shrug at the news of their father deciding he’d put off his clients long enough. “Probably better he’s not here, Coop. I got you and mom and that’s enough. I stopped disappointed a long time ago,” that last part was a lie. An obvious one at that. Blaine’s smile fading to barely visible, the shift of his posture, and change in the tone of his voice were all dead giveaways.
“They do? M’good for now. I think. I’ve been sleeping way too much.” Tugging the pillow he’d been hugging earlier back onto his lap, Blaine wrapped both arms around it and hugged it gently. The feathery soft weight against the sorest spots offered support and relief until it got too bothersome and he tossed it aside. Cracking another sheepish, cheeky grin as his curls were ruffled–Blaine reached out and rested his palm against his brother’s cheek studying him for a beat like he was the most fascinating thing on the planet (also thanking him with the gesture because words weren’t enough to show Cooper how much staying meant to him and how badly he needed him to just be here) before pulling his hand away and nodding. “Yeah, she did.” The heaviness felt like it was sucked out of the air by a massive vacuum with two words: Mario Kart. “Terrible! I’m only terrible cause you cheat,” huge eyes blazed with sudden accusation. “I’m gonna show you. Also,” insert a breakneck change of direction yet again, “If it isn’t too much trouble? Can you get more orange juice? My mouth feels like a desert most of the time.”
It’s ridiculous sometimes the way things come back to him. It’s been long enough now, he’s so used to the life he leads, small things shouldn’t make him think of the past at all anymore. They don’t always, in his own defense. It was always though when happiness was involved. Or more likely, the potential of it. Michael had a way of looking for every silver lining and when things turned out to be positive he thought of the things he missed, as if looking for a reason to be disappointed regardless. Nothing could stand up to the more pleasant memories of his past, people that he longed to see again in the back of his mind.
When he was younger, even back before their mother died, Lincoln would hold the door open for him almost everywhere they went and at least once that day say ‘ladies first’ jokingly as Michael walked past him. And thus he instinctively begins to ruin coffee with a perfectly pleasant stranger. He didn’t have to let it though, did he? He wanted to enjoy the little things.
“Thank you. I think I’ll take my chances as they are. I meet enough random guys as it is.” He replies as smoothly as before as he walks into the cafe. “I appreciate the positive attitude though.”
Blaine eyed Michael’s back with a bewildered look as he let him walk by. He met enough random guys? Well. Looking like that, Blaine could imagine Michael didn’t need much help from puppies to meet as many men as he wanted. The guy was handsome, well spoken and gave the impression that he was sincere. Anyone would appreciate meeting, much less spending time with a guy like that. Still, he teased him a little as he let the door close and took a step to stand beside Michael and checking for an empty table. “Ah. Sorry. A guy like you probably doesn’t need any advice on how to meet more people,” he grinned up at him, “You’re welcome for the positive attitude though.”
Ah! They were in luck! A couple vacated a table by the bakery counter and Blaine gave Michael’s sleeve an tug to get his attention. “Let’s grab it before anyone else can,” and with a tick of his chin in towards their seats–Blaine was off to claim their table grabbing two menus off the countertop on his way past. The barista paused and smiled at Blaine’s grateful wave and smile, went back to taking the next walk up order–stopped and looked back chirping up with an ‘Hello, Mister Anderson’ to which she received pursed lipped ‘hello back! smile and a lift and tilt of the menus in her direction.
“Sometimes I wonder how I’ve managed to miss winning some ten thousandth customer award in the string of coffee shops lining this street and a block over. You’d think with how much I’m in them, I would by now.” Blaine joked as he pulled out a chair for Michael before taking one beside him. “Maybe I have a small caffeine problem..”
COFFEE had evolved from a disgustingly bitter distaste to an acquired necessity after Finn had began teaching on his own. The EARLY mornings and long nights required him to find some sort of fuel, and apparently, drinking FOUR RED BULLS a day wasn’t great for your health. Coffee was a little bit better…and it was somewhat CHEAPER too. You know, when you decided to make it at home or school and not buy the overpriced drinks at Lima Bean. However, Finn was running late and still had a million things to do before the first bell, so a coffee pit stop was in order for this morning.
He was half awake from his lack of caffeine, so he barely paid attention to who was next to him in the shop. He was pretty sure his eyelids were DROOPING when he heard a familiar voice say his name, blinking quickly and glancing down at the boy he hadn’t seen in years. Not since his break up with Kurt, really.
“ BLAINE ? ” he greeted as he instantly perked up, a warm grin spreading across his lips as he took his coffee in one hand and pulled the boy into an embrace in the other. “What’re you doing here, man?! It’s been FOREVER !”
“Everyone’s still kind of here, there, and everywhere, you know. I’m working at MCKINLEY though,” he informed with a soft smile as he grabbed a couple of sugar packets, flicking them a couple of times to get the sugar to settle before he ripped the top off and poured it into his coffee. “What about YOU though? What’re you doing around here?”
Blaine was nervous to get back into the swing of things on the Lima end of Ohio. Sticking to Westerville seemed to be the better plan. Safer. More comfortable. Since his horrible attempt at becoming someone new, different and maybe a bit less old Blaine which was once a new Blaine and just Blaine ended up with his best friend not recognizing him. After that? His visits trickled down to pretty much nothing. Unless Burt Hummel or Sam were involved.
UNTIL.The same person that helped Dave through his darkness helped him. She encouraged him to stand on the foundation of the life he built for himself two hours from Lima as the means of walking proudly back to a place that once meant so much to him. More importantly. To the people who were still there. Which was why he was here. To try. Like he promised.
“Finn! Hey! Yeah! It has been. It’s so good to see you again!” That’s why being face-to-face with Finn, of all people, made Blaine’s heart race. His eyes filled with adoration, apprehension and so much joy aching to burst free that his arms both slipped around Finn’s back and he hugged him so tight he might not ever let him go. Thankfully, Finn took care of that.
“I heard the rumor you were. How is it going? I’m sure you’re a great teacher. I thought I’d drop by. See how things are going with you and Sam?” His gaze darted up. “Me? I’m.. Things are a lot different.” Here came his pride, straightening his back and making his voice lift in a light quip of joy. “I work for Dalton. Crazy, huh,” he pursed his lips in a ‘Can you believe it’ smirk. “I’m the Director of the Warblers. Started this summer.” A playful grin twisted into place and he feigned a hint of regret. “Um. Should I have kept that a secret until after I visited McKinley..?”
Being at Blaine’s house was… Nice. It was comfort, and warmth, things that Sam didn’t feel very often. Blaine always welcomed him with open arms and Sam was thankful that he had a friend like Blaine, and he felt bad that he didn’t really give him the same friendship in return, at least not in public anyway. Sam was getting a lot more out of their friendship than Blaine was, but Sam hoped he was at least good company for Blaine while his parents were always away. He could offer him that at least. If high school wasn’t so label orientated, him and Blaine would probably be best friends. Sam never told Blaine, but he loved his company. He enjoyed getting to know him, and when he slept over at Blaine’s, it really did make his day.
Sam walked through the familiar house and into the living room with Blaine, he followed the other male and shrugged off his leather jacket and tossing it on top of Blaine’s, before kicking his sneakers off. “I’d kill for a pizza, sounds awesome.” Sam told Blaine, smiling genuinely for what felt like the first time in ages. He made his way over to the sofa, and plopped down, making himself comfortable. “You can save your arguments for next time… I guess you’re just getting better at beating me when we argue that I’ve lost my fight for it. I do appreciate it though, Blaine. You’re like.. I don’t know, you save me when me I’m on my ass and I might have frozen to death some nights if you hadn’t of been there. One day I’ll pay you back. I PROMISE.”
Having Sam here simply felt good. If he thought too long, too hard about it (like he did some nights even when he tried to shut off his brain and tell himself to STOP) Blaine knew it felt better than good. Better than having just someone here to fill up the void of an empty house and the quiet that seeped into his bones. Between songs that often filled the house either by his own hands and voice or some loud speaker system cranked up to chase away the silence. Sam was different than anyone in his life. Even the ones Blaine counted as brothers, in the case of the Warblers. Or friends, like the people he found in New Directions. Sam meant more to him than any of them did. As terrifying as that might be.
Mainly, because outside of this house or his car or wherever Blaine found Sam alone hungry, usually cold and in dire straits? Sam rarely gave him a glance. Let alone the time of day.
A heaviness settled into the former Warbler’s eyes as he pulled two sodas from the fridge. His smile faded. And for a moment, Blaine, could be seen. Insecure, frustrated and so worried that someday? Whatever this was with Sam? Would be over when Sam no longer needed him. And then! Just like that? It was gone and his eyes were bright as day, clear as the sky and his grin ear to ear when he came up behind the couch and a can of Coke appeared over Sam’s shoulder. “You know? If you called me? You’d never have to worry about freezing to death out there again. Instead of making me find you like a stay cat wandering around wondering what the heck you’re doing to do for the night like I do most of the time.” He smiled and sat down beside Sam, lifting his hips to dig his phone from his back pocket so he could order a pizza. “But I’ll take what I can get,” he met his eyes and smiled in spite of how deeply that sentence ran, “and call it progress.” He wriggled the phone back and forth. “The usual order then?”
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