Well, his evening had turned out to not be anything he really had expected tonight. But he supposed that by now it was best to expect the very, very unexpected. Again, Blaine looked completely horrified, like he had kicked someone’s puppy. But for the moment he seemed to have calmed down. Barry sighed in relief. He watched the other right himself, like he was trying his best to remain steady on his feet. with Barry near by, ready to catch him in case he did lose his balance. .“Well-!” he found himself saying, before clearing his throat. “I don’t– Most people wouldn’t consider that a bad thing,” he lightly commented. Walking over to Blaine, and lightly nudged his shoulder against his. “I’m not complain,” he licked his lips, feeling slightly more confident than earlier. “Or maybe,” he really hoped he hadn’t been making assumptions, ”Maybe next time it’ll be my mouth,” said Barry with a lopsided grin on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind– unless you don’t want to.”
Blaine might be horrified but winning triumph against the forces of gravity and preventing himself from making a further ass off himself earned an awkward smile of victory. Fingers twitched mid-air like spider legs, ready to catch absolutely nothing to hang onto other than his own shadow but he managed to not fall. A threat he was sure might become an un-threat and more reality the harder he began to panic over the idea that he, somehow, offended Barry. Well, not somehow. He kissed him. Again. So there was no mystery as to why he ended up giving the poor guy another reason to run. Not that he did the first time. –Breathe, Blaine.– The edge of his tongue peeked out to wetten his lips as he was about to launch into another round of apologies the second their gazes met. “What..I,” shocked at what he heard–Blaine stuttered from the train-meet-wall way his brain whiplashed into paying attention to what Barry was saying and not what he was expecting to hear. That was, definitely, unexpected and hit him square in the stomach hard enough to make his insides spin. Not in a bad way. Confusion batted away the initial reaction with a pinch of his eyes and a dusting of color over olive cheeks. “I–No,” dark eyebrows jerked up.. “Mind? I–what makes you think I’d say no? Or–wouldn’t want to?”
Sebastian watched him as he tried to wake up. He sighed as he checked on his clock. ‘Live in the moment, killer.’ He didn’t really give a shit what time was it. What were weekends for?? He’d fought for his right not to have a weekend schedule, and though his father still tried to fill his time with polo games and business brunches, Sebastian was having none of it. He scratched his face lightly where his scruff would start to grow soon, and stretched himself out, showing his long legs in front of him, as he turned up to the ceiling and closed his eyes. Letting Blaine wake up. ‘Still loud.’ He answered, stubbornly, though there was the hint of a smirk on the corner of his lips. He hummed. ‘Never too early for sex jokes, Blainers.’ The next words did surprise him, though. He straightened his head as he glanced at the other, and cocked an eyebrow. ‘Disappointing and yet. You’re aware you’re sounding a lot like you might just get into my sheets one day, right??’ Did Blaine actually mean he SHOULD continue his advances?? That they weren’t unwelcome even after everything?? The thought sparked up something in him. Specially as his eyes stopped for a moment over Blaine’s grinning lips. Cute fucker. He groaned as Blaine started to actually get up, knowing he ought to follow. Specially since it was his kitchen. Not that he knew much more about it than Blaine that had never seen it. ‘Can I get some EGGS with that??’ He teased lightly as he forced himself up, sighing. ‘Always.’ He agreed after all. ‘You still remember my order don’t you??’ Maybe some cognac with something greasy would be the better way to go with his hangover.
“Living in the moment is a great idea, Seb. If I remember correctly,” Blaine took on a thoughtful pout recalling the previous evening, “You said that a few times last night when I was trying to warn you about that hang over you have no. Lesson learned? Living in the moment is great if you do it in moderation. Do you know the meaning of that word? Something tells me that’s a resounding no,” this time the grin twisted into a smirk before he scrunched his nose and gave him a playful chuckle.
“Sure,” he palmed over the back of his neck popping out the last crinks from sleeping on a couch the whole night, “Coffee and eggs. Hangover breakfast of champions. Got it.” Standing up slowly–Blaine took his moment of pause and ignoring the question to cross over and offer Sebastian a help the rest of the way out of his seat if he needed. His eyes were brightly dancing, full of amusement as he wriggled his fingers and waited to see if Sebastian would take them. “Sorry to disappoint you, by the way. As far as the your first question? What fun would it be if I, finally, answered you? Why ruin the mystery,” he teased unabashedly. Even tossed in an innocent, expectant blink like he expected Sebastian to be 100% in agreement with the reason why Blaine never quite confirming whether he’d ever find out the print of Sebastian’s sheets from first hand experience. Or not. A picture floated through his mind of what that would look like–and how he’d make that discovery–and he felt his throat close in and a splash of heat fill his stomach. The more he thought about it? The easier it was to feel his pulse picking up and a heat spreading over his cheeks. Nothing a cough and a switch of the subject couldn’t fix? Yes, he pictured that. How they would feel, smell. Especially when–. No! Cut that out! Breathing deep should bring his heart rate back to normal, yeah? No big deal! None at all! All under control! Coffee! Eggs! Breakfast wasn’t going to cook itself!
The idea had come to him during French class, and Kurt had asked to be excused and made his way to the bathroom to put up his ‘masterpiece’. Maybe, he thought to himself, if the popular boy saw the creation and asked around about it, he’d actually talk to someone unpopular like Kurt. ‘Blaine Anderson likes watching guys’ was as far as he’d gotten so far (he wanted to make the writing beautiful and perfect, after all), as he was suddenly interrupted.
Jumping, he dropped the marker and nearly face-planted into the wall as he scrambled to get up off the floor where he was sitting. “I-I… I didn’t… I just… I mean… I-It…” He babbled rapidly, his face turning a bright red color as he turned to face Blaine, shrinking back against the wall a bit. “I didn’t… you weren’t supposed to see….” He managed out, “I… you like…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it, stumbling over his words.
Hazel eyes went round as saucers. Both hands jerked up from where they were loosely crossed over his chest as Kurt sprang up and almost knocked his face into the wall. Oh no! In a rush, he lunged forward to keep him from eating plaster but Kurt caught himself at the last second. Before he turned–Blaine was closer but his hands were back in his personal bubble, fingers cocked at awkward angles hinted he was just about to catch the other boy. Seeing Kurt so scared? Making him read it wasn’t as funny as Blaine thought. Sure, Kurt might a little embarrassed but he’d hoped they could laugh at the irony of him walking in when Kurt was–well–DaVinci’ng his name on the wall. Nothing this extreme.
Good intentions, as they say. Damn it, this wasn’t supposed to be the epitome of that. “Kurt..breathe,” yes he knew the boy’s name–surprising as that might be. But there was a reason. As far as surprises for Kurt today? He probably had enough of those to last a lifetime. Oops. Again. “I-,” he tried to smile gently and speak softly to soothe him. “You don’t have to read it. It’s okay.” Then a thought crossed his mind, attention drawn to the half-done sentence. –Or maybe it’s not. Guess it depends on how you were going to finish that?– Now? He was confused. “Unless–um–I did something I’m not aware of?” Who was the one struggling to talk this time?
at his sleeve. she’s a little embarrassed to be so on the spot, but she
wouldn’t be rachel berry if she didn’t turn it around. and while most
people wouldn’t find her current situation as something worthy of a full
blown breakdown, most people aren’t her. they don’t understand the
significance of being independent. of standing out in a sea of faces
just like her – hopeful, eager, and bursting at the seams with potential.
❝
i know this is last minute, and i know we’re under prepared, but – i
need you. how can i go back in there and sing a song someone else just
sang? and at a winter showcase, no less? i’d be the laughing stock of the
entire city!
❞
a beat, as she lets out a slow breath.
❝
please?
❞
Worry crinkled the corners of his eyes as he stared down at Rachel tugging his sleeve. The song they painstakingly practiced for her performance for weeks was now..gone. It was a blow to his friend that left her in a panic and he barely got her out into the hallway before it was clear to see she was terrified. Rightfully so. He’d be the same if he was in her..hold on?
“Rachel, I–we don’t even have a–well–uh?” What, exactly, was she asking him to do? No. He knew the answer. Underprepared didn’t graze what they were.
Stunned–Blaine felt his stomach sink.
How was he supposed to leave her high, dry and hopelessly lost? Rachel needed this showcase and..the way she was staring at him in desperation? His gut twisted in a sudden burst of nerves because–? Stuttering or not? He couldn’t say no. “O-Okay–okay,” get a grip..get an idea, “We are going to make this work. You and me. Only a hiccup and that’s never stopped you before. Just–what song? One you’ve always wanted to do. One that will knock them right out of their seats and make them forget everyone else here tonight except you. “
Kurt could feel Blaine’s presence before he spoke. He’s fairly certain that it had less to do with instincts and more with being the only one in the room before then, and sensing another person’s mood suddenly.
He smiled softly over his shoulder, eyes on Blaine. It was only for a few seconds really, but he was still taking in the company. Kurt turned back to the stove before speaking. “Good. Eggs are almost done and there’s some waffles on the counter already. And more batter but I figured I’d wait for you first.” A moment later he was turning off the stove and scraping the eggs onto plate and setting it aside.
Kurt turned and leaned back on the counter, hands behind him, fingers curling around the edge. This was unfamiliar territory, but he was happier. Maybe in a more nostalgic than simple way, but happy none the less.
Blaine pushed off the corner crossing his arms loosely as he walked to the small kitchen nook while watching Kurt fill the plate with eggs. A rumble in his stomach pulled his attention towards the plate of waffles. “They look amazing. Thank you. You really went all out and the aspirin is working wonders. I guess I can regret last night a little less than I did a half an hour ago,” he grinned guiltily at Kurt now that he’d turned to lean on the counter not more than a few feet from where Blaine stood.
“Most of it anyway.. I’m sorry about the texts. Unfortunately, I wasn’t drunk enough to erase those out of my brain,” he laughed because that was the easiest thing to do, eyes pinched together and teeth flashing bright white. An embarrassed at himself sort of chuckle that was meant to keep the mood light and Kurt looking as happy as he did right then.
Palming over the back of his neck–Blaine swung his hand towards the counter and then let the momentum carry him into motion. The space between them was gone. Blaine stopped beside Kurt looking away and down at the plates and silverware before grabbing some and stabbing a waffle with his fork “Hope you’re planning on eating? This is a lot of food.”.
Remy just chuckled as the other stumbled over his various excuses for possibly being in the loft while he was gone. His eyebrows arching up for a moment as the other hung his head and chose instead to reset the entire conversation. Remy’s bright eyes dancing even as they met the others. “Pleasure to meet you too Blaine.” His eyes flicked down to the various paint smears over his hands and clothes. “This is nothing, you should see me after an entire weekend of work. I look like some freaky 70′s alien from Star Trek with so many colours on me.” He teased, laughter edging though his voice as reached up a hand to brush it though his bright long pink hair. There’s a hum as Remy walked closer, his finger tapping against his lips as he considered spilling what Sebastian had said about the boy in front of him. “You sure you want to know? Killer” Somehow the pink haired boy had done a picture perfect impression of his brother. The word rolling off his tongue in the same dark sexual way that Sebastian had perfected.
Laughter rang between them and Blaine felt his face grow hotter as he wondered what exactly Sebastian said to Remy that created the hum he heard drawing nearer. Blaine saw Remy’s feet come into view first–hazel eyes having been trained to stare at the floor until that moment in Blaine’s attempt to veil the pinkish tint spreading over the bridge of his nose that the heat on his skin intensifying hinted was only growing worse.. ‘Killer’. The way the name purred off Remy’s tongue in a voice that was so, so familiar. Oddly so. Being that it was coming from a different person made a shiver dance up Blaine’s spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. “Well, I guess it’s safe to assume he’s clued you in on his petname. Which I have no idea where he got that from,” his voice was far too breathless and quiet for his liking. No matter how many times he heard that particular favorite name Sebastian gave him? The reaction never dulled or failed to make his pulse leap. Involuntarily or not. Blaine attempted to clear his throat and catch his breath without trying to be too obvious. Did it work? Who knew? Though he did hold Remy’s eyes and even scoffed out a half-joke surprisingly. “I can safely say that no matter what Sebastian said? Chances are–and you know this as well as I do–it might be grossly overstated. But,” he laughed fully this time and a curious twinkle began to dance in his eyes. “Sure. I’d love to hear. I’ll be the judge if I regret it or not after you indulge me. Fair enough?”
It had taken them a good half-hour to get Sam into Puck’s apartment and then into the teen’s bed. Exhausted, he leaned against a wall. They’d been chatting for quite awhile about various topics including what it was like to be a Warbler. He’d never want to go a private school, especially one that didn’t have any girls. Suddenly, Blaine knocked into him, causing Puck to slam his head against the wall.
Staring into Blaine’s hazel eyes, Puck felt his heart rate increase. He’d never noticed how beautiful the other man’s eyes were. He quickly looked away, focusing on the other’s lips, which didn’t slow down his heart at all. In fact, it made it beat even faster. He hoped the bow-tie wearing teen couldn’t feel his heart beat. They were awfully close to one another. What happened next completely caught him off guard. One second he was staring as Blaine’s lips and the next they were kissing. He closed his eyes for a moment. This couldn’t really be happening. He must be having one of those dreams that left him angry and confused when he woke up the next morning. His eyes grew wide as the kiss intensified. He shouldn’t be enjoying this…but he was. When they finally broke apart, he had to take a moment to catch his breath. He hadn’t experienced a kiss like that in a really long time. Scratching his head, Puck stared at Blaine, not sure what to say. “…mistake,” he replied, finishing the man’s sentence. “Ya do know I’m straight, right?” He could feel his chest tighten as the words left his lips. He was confused and scared that Blaine could see right through him. No straight guy kissed another guy like that. For a second, he felt like crying. He couldn’t admit out loud the feelings he was experiencing. Noah Puckerman couldn’t, shouldn’t like guys. If he told Blaine he enjoyed the kiss and wanted them to continue, life would never be the same. He had a reputation to uphold after all. He was the sex shark who chased women, not men. What would people say if they found out he had just been kissed by a guy? He knew the abuse Kurt had gotten when he first came out. Puck definitely didn’t want that to happen to him.
‘Mistake.’
Blaine let Puck finish when the words he wanted to say fell off his tongue in utter silence. He was still swooning, buzzed and could swear that there was an aftertaste of beer, liquor and a flavor he couldn’t quite put a finger on but would be hard pressed to say was bad in his mouth. He wasn’t sure he wanted to forget what it tasted like just yet. Speaking would have stolen it away and who knew what he’d say anyway? His brain was too fuzzy for anything brilliantly bright. On top of that? Two seconds ago–he was kissing Puck. Noah Puckerman. Poster Boy of–Purposefully Gruff But Don’t Mess With My Friends– Straight Jock. As Puck just reinstated a little too quick lacking a whole lot of conviction, so much that the sound of wishfully unnoticed guilt drew Blaine’s brows towards one another and a squinted glance up at the other boy from where he’d been staring at the floor.
There were tears in Puck’s eyes and Blaine’s heart fell knowing that he was the reason why they were there. Maybe not the whole reason, but he was a huge catalyst. Wasn’t he? –I’m not going to be the one to make you doubt yourself. Don’t worry.– Blaine’s mouth hung open and hazel eyes read back and forth over Puck’s darker, troubled stare. In a deep sigh–Blaine deflated. Embarrassment and guilt for a stumbling, slightly drunken kiss managing to muck up the night pushed Blaine’s lips together and a shaking hand reached out to clasp Puck’s shoulder. It only took him a blink or two of it only resting there to remember what he was doing and deliver the pat he intended instead of the squeeze that happened at first. “Yeah. I know.” On that note? Seeing as how as soon as his hand pulled back and hung awkwardly at his side before he shoved it in his pocket because he was starting to fidget? Blaine turned his shoulder towards the hall that lead to the living room. Most importantly? The door. No use in making Puck even more uncomfortable by sticking around. “I should go. Pretty sure I can take Kurt up on his previous offer to crash at his place since it isn’t that late yet.” He walked only two steps back and paused feeling his heart thundering in his ears as he dropped his voice to a whisper, lips curved into a torn grin. “I–um–won’t tell anyone. If that’s what you’re worried about–don’t.” He huffed, cheeks pink as he waved his free hand by his hip. “I’m not that guy. I’m really sorry, Puck.” His stomach twisted and he flinched at the ache. “It’ll never happen again.”
Somehow, Sugar had spent her first year at McKinley bully free. There’d been occasional incidents, sure; the inaugural food fight, getting caught in the crossfire of the hockey teams regular slushings, all came with being in the glee club – but she’d been sort of/maybe/hopeful friends with Santana, so. The bullies were unwilling to cross ‘Snixx,’ or so it was said. But then everyone graduated, and oh so suddenly she wasn’t a Troubletone any more. She wasn’t even Sugar to most people. She was the rich kid. She’d known from the first day, something like this was only a matter of time.
It had still surprised her, though. How fast it had happened, in flashes. Her bag slid across the floor by a hefty throw, the guy standing tall and filling her vision. Her mouth catching on itself, lips shaking, pressing herself against the wall. Sugar shook her head once, twice, no, “I’m not giving you a cent,” far braver than she’d ever feel. She braced herself when he brought his arm back, fell into a crouching position, hands to her face, protecting it.
The punch didn’t come, though, and through the harsh filter of her ears she heard Blaine’s voice, a punch and a crash, then coach Beiste’s voice. Bringing her hands down, she opened her eyes, watched the three figures. Beiste hauled the jock away, leaving Blaine there, and Sugar slowly stood, nerves still alight with sparks. But the mask went up, and she picked her bag up, facing the boy. “Could have taken him, but you saved my nails, so,” she lied, hoping he’d understand.
Once the Coach released him with a firm shake to his shoulders and a mumbled lecture of how she understood what he was doing. But he needed to refrain from that in the future–which he nodded to but didn’t meet her eyes while agreeing because there was no way he’d let someone take a hit if he could stop it–Blaine turned to face Sugar thankful for two things. First? That she was okay. Second? That his feet were on the freaking ground and the embarrassment of pretty much dangling from Coach Beiste’s hands was over.
“You definitely could have taken him and I’m surprised he wasn’t knocked out with a single punch before I came up. Who knows? I probably saved his dignity by interrupting the smack down you were about to unleash on him.” Yes, he got that lie and the understanding smile he gave her said he wasn’t about to disagree. He’d been down the road she was on before. More times than he’d like to count. But wasn’t one more than enough considering the subject?
A hand was reached out for Sugar to take and Blaine inclined his chin towards her bag with an upward twitch of his brow as the offer to carry it for her too. If her nerves needed a rest before she took on the burden of hauling her things across campus. “Now that’s in the safety of probably yet another detention for this week? How about we skip last class and go get some coffee? There’s a shop across the street. It’s not the Lima Bean but it’ll do in a pinch? Your choice. No pressure. I don’t want to end up like he almost did,” he grinned jokingly trying to lighten the mood.
Chilly air was supposed to cool him off and sober him up. That was the plan anyway. Or so the lights coming on at the bar and him needing to walk some of this off before he called a cab said. It’d been hours since he walked out of McKinley hell bent on getting obliviated and forgetting this entire day and, damn, the drinks worked but now that he was left with his thoughts? Like gravity decided to throw him a curveball by a reminder of everything he was aiming to let go? He ended up walking several blocks down..Kurt’s street.
The more he thought–the more he had left to say. Bowtie dangling loose at his neck–Blaine fought to finally untie it and even messed up his hair in how many times he kept running his fingers along his scalp as frustration built up and boiled over into anger. No. Their conversation wasn’t done. –How can you expect me to forget everything when I know you’re here. The second time since..and the first you didn’t tell me because you were doing me a “favor” I didn’t need!– Oh! That was only one of many things he had to say to his ex-fiance’.
He meant to get his attention. That’s all. Wobbling as he stood up with the small rock he grabbed from a crumbling sidewalk, Blaine stopped in front of Hudson-Hummel’s and staggered as he took aim at Kurt’s window and chucked it stumbling forward as he let it go. Problem? It wasn’t the right house. Nor was it the small rock he grabbed but a chunk of stone from the pavement. Moment of sobriety a second too late? A pitched, hiccuping scream echoed a CRASH that shattered the window and took the curtains off with it. Billowing white fell from the window and landed on the lawn Blaine stared in horror, fingers touching his upper lip at the hellish nightmare he had no chance of waking up from because..this was real life.
Jeff looked at his new roommate as he could hear the eye roll of Nicky’s as he began “Well the Warblers, we have a reputation in the show choir world and here to be awesome. We are a group of acapella singers” He told Blaine he continued on his rant about how awesome and cool and neat it was to be a warbler when Nick covered his mouth and told Blaine “Jeff just was excited because this year he was going to try to get the council to let him choreograph a few of the routines.”
Jeff licked his friends hand as he finished his words and watched as his friend quickly wiped his hand on his shirt and told him that it was gross. Jeff just shrugged and smiled at Blaine “You sing right? You should join!” he mentioned as he looked to his friends when he stopped before the door to the two council leaders of the Warblers and knocked calling out “Wes….David!”
Blaine’s grin spread from ear to ear as he watched Jeff go on and on about the Warblers and the friendly banter between him and Nick was adorable to watch. He cringed inwardly at poor Nick having his hand licked by the muted blond–that didn’t look like it felt particularly good–but then blinked in surprise and went wide eyed at the question. “I–sing–yeah. A little bit. I can think about it and I’ll get–back to you on that,” Blaine finished after the knock and he gave Nick a lopsided smile as they waited for the older boys to answer Jeff’s call.
After taking a side step closer to Nick, he bent in whispering softly. “Is Jeff always this energetic or–?” It looks like he was put in a room with a fiery ball of energy with hair as bright as the sun. Not a horrible thing. He could have been put with someone who wanted nothing to do with him and hated having the new kid forced on them in the middle of the school year. Keeping up with Jeff might be a challenge but so far? He was with a group of boys who beyond welcoming and had a roommate that was all too happy to let him tag along to meet his friends and treated him like they’d known each other much longer than an hour or less? Today started out nerve wracking but now? Things were definitely looking like they just took a turn for the better.
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