p: david – pianokeysandbowties back up

a mystery.

_{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..?”

Sugar Magnolia blossoms blooming
Head’s all empty and I don’t care
Saw my baby down by the river
Knew she’d have to come up soon for air..

Blaine has been watching him for three nights now. Across the boardwalk where tourists flooded the streets to enjoy the warmth of one beautiful California March evening after another. He was always alone. Just like Blaine. Even surrounded by dozens, if not hundreds of people, they were always alone. Weren’t they? Because neither one of them belonged here. Though, Blaine had gotten used to pretending he did.

Was the other the same? Did he float through his small piece of eternity feeling like someone who traced the outside corners of living without really diving in? That’s what Blaine was trying to figure out by watching him and trying to learn everything he could within a comfortable, safe distance. Unsure if David sensed his presence and was pretending he didn’t while doing the same thing or not–Blaine came back every night since the first time he laid eyes on him. And felt something he hadn’t in years.

What that was? Mmm. Best not to mull over that for very long. One slender leg after leg lifted over the bottom wooden rung of the fence overlooking the wooden roller coaster. Then the other fit through it as well and Blaine sat, dangling feet swinging to the beat of a melody not quite touching the ground as he hooked his arms over the top and rested his chin on top of the wrist resting against the other. A brief glance towards a couple laughing loudly as Sugar Magnolia faded into another song on the radio blasting from their rusty VW bus.

David was gone when he looked back.