Tag: offtherekurt

Tonight was the first night that Blaine agreed to go out/out.  His nerves were already thin from dealing with the visit and weren’t really up for running into anyone they knew just yet.  Small towns.  Word travels fast and his phone was already blowing up with messages to meet up from people he knew weren’t completely thrilled him and Sebastian together.  Rachel proved that on the first dinner date. In Lima, they were at square one. Awkward smiles and weird pleasantries until they figured out this relationship was the best thing for him in a long time. If they refused to trust Sebastian?  They needed to trust him.  If they were going to stay in town for long? Avoidance wasn’t going to work.  Stir craziness was kicking in. Sebastian’s rationale that they needed to get out?  Spot on.  Scandals it was..

Flash forward past the part where Blaine decided that he needed to stop worrying over something that he was blowing out of proportion and here they were here several drinks in–dancing!  Sebastian’s hand was on his hip and Blaine couldn’t resist the urge to spin around with a devilish grin as he brushed his hips up against him.  They both moved semi-drunkenly to a random song he didn’t know the lyrics of but it had a great beat. A navy blue dotted bowtie dangled from his neck having been pulled loose about thirty minutes –and two drinks– ago. Laughter at a whisper beside his ear lit up his eyes as he looked back to the bar wondering if the line died down enough that they could go for round – three?  four?  Hold on..  

Kurt.   Like gravity pulled his attention to where his ex stood. Blaine’s heart skipped, his smile slipped but then returned with a minor flinch. Sebastian’s hand gripping his hip tighter hinted that he noticed why. A deep breath got him through that oh-so-familiar shade of blue greeting him back.  Blaine lowered Sebastian’s hand from his hip after a squeeze and turned to give him a kiss on his cheek.  Not for show, but to reassure him he was fine.  Blaine’s heels touched down on the dancefloor–he needed to say hello at the very least.  His hand lifted in a curt wave as he approached, teeth and the tip of his tongue worrying the edge of his lip before he smiled a-little-too-brilliantly.  “H-Hey!  Kurt!”   What now?  Hug him?  Wave again?  Stand there like a daft moron and offer him a handshake?  Blaine went through all the motions.  From a hand stuck out, to a wanna-be reach of arms that ended up being this weird back pat combination-thing. That did not work out the way he imagined. “How are you?”