he probably shouldn’t watch horror movies before bed and he definitely should not have slept on the couch. everything hurt. hands rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to rouse himself from the drowsy feeling he had, groaning slightly as his frame rose. as his vision became clearer, he could see blaine and his crooked grin formed. ❛ sorry, man. didn’t mean to give ya the creeps. it’s all good, i’m glad you and him are spendin’ time together. ❛ then again, even normally, finn had always been a sleep talker and at one point, a sleep walker – or so he’d been told by kurt who’d heard him mumbling in his sleep countless times.
as he stood, he realized that blaine had been attempting to leave and he offered a raised brow, but a small grin played about his lips. ❛ not gonna stick around for breakfast ? I mean, after Kurt wakes up we can all go, if you want. unless, you have somethin’ else you gotta do. ❛ finn folded up the cover he was using, placing it on the back of the couch before headed towards the kitchen to grab something to drink, leaving Blaine where he stood.
Arms crossed loosely in front of his chest, Blaine leaned against the doorframe between the living room and the hallway, laughing again when Finn tried to apologize for coming off like America’s worst movie Momma’s boy ever on screen. It was rather adorable to see him still half-awake and that crooked grin was priceless. Quieting down hearing that Finn was happy he was here with Kurt–he instantly felt his face heat up. “Yeah? I… Thank you. It was a great night..and waking up with him was even better.” It’d been a week since Kurt spent the night at his house. Reconnecting and waking up with his boyfriend after an entire week without it? Blaine couldn’t be happier.
“Oh! No!” He perked up and dropped his hand from where it rested on the opposite forearm and slung his thumb towards the door down the hall. “I wasn’t, actually, planning on leaving for good today. I was going to sneak out for coffee to surprise him with. Though waiting for him to wake up and going out with the two of you sounds even better. We could start coffee now if you want. I could even make the two of you breakfast if that sounds better,” he asked watching Finn as he walked past before following behind him. God, he was tall. With no shoes on (they were still by the door)..it was even worse.
head bowed as he turned his gaze to the floor between his feet, a heavy sigh tumbling past his lips. his intention was not to make his friends worry – but it did ease his anxious mind a little, knowing he could confide in someone like Blaine. He’d never been good at seeing himself the way others did – there was too much DOUBT . his friends always brought him back.
His head lifted as Blaine’s voice filled his ears, casting a glance at him. He knew then, he wasn’t the only one struggling and he wouldn’t be. there would loads of other seniors or young adults wallowing in their self-doubt, experiencing some sort of existential crisis the way they were. he understood all too well where Blaine was coming from. But still ! Blaine was incredibly talented, much of the same caliber as Kurt and Rachel, he could easily have gotten into any school in New York or where ever it was performers went. He was amazing. He was BLAINE ANDERSON. there wasn’t any other like him – not even close. Finn didn’t know where he was headed after school, whether it to be to New York or to the army, or to college – but they still had time. Time to make memories, make school worth remembering . his lips tugged into a faint, lop-sided grin as he glanced at Blaine again. “ I know, man. it feels rough, but YOU STILL GOT ME, I’m not goin’ anywhere anytime soon. “
When Finn met his gaze, Blaine smiled at the victory. Seeing Finn no longer staring at the floor while his mind sank into an abyss of self-doubt and worry warmed his heart and filled him with a sense of relief. Finn was such an amazing person. Such a good brother and endearing friend who TRULY cared about the people in his life. He deserved to have someone listen. Someone tell him he was going to be okay. Besides, Blaine actually believed Finn would be. There were plenty of people there to catch him if he fell. Blaine would know, he was one of them.
Hearing Finn coming around, Blaine felt a little guilty for confessing his own worries. Less than he did at first but it was still there as a caution not to bring them both down again by saying too much. Like how Finn couldn’t promise that when Blaine had just been thinking that Finn was going to be just fine and get out of this town like everyone else wanted to. Whether or not it was to college wherever. New York or here. Finn would be gone, too. Still, it was a sweet thing to say and Blaine wasn’t going to turn the attempt to comfort him. “Thank you, Finn. I know. I just love him so much. It won’t be the same without him, which means.. We just gotta make the best out of whatever time we have together, huh? How about we start now,” he brushed his hands together, leaving his worries about Kurt at a minimum and stood up nodding at the exit of the choir room. “I’ll buy dinner if you promise that after? There’s a Star Wars marathon with massive amounts ice cream for dessert?”
brows sink , his features appearing thoughtful before his lips part and a sigh passes them. “ the MAIN thing on my mind after school is : what am I going to do ? do either stay in Lima, or go to college ? I dunno, I just don’t wanna take FOREVER sitting around, especially since i have no clue where i’m headed. “ his gaze flickered from the floor to blaine, his expression soft. “ hey – we’re friends, right ? you just helped me. you wouldn’t be bothering me, blaine. i’d like to listen if you needed someone to talk to. it’s not any TROUBLE to me. “
Blaine watched Finn as he opened up, teeth worrying against his bottom lip as he listened to Finn’s concerns. His heart went out to him. The unknown can be terrifying. He wished there was a way to reassure Finn he’d be fine. No. Better than fine. Finn had an amazing future waiting past McKinley. Even if it takes them a while to figure out what he wants that future to be. His faith in him was beyond those doubts and he’d do his best to make Finn see that.
“I promise. I’ll do whatever I can to help you figure it out. But, Finn, take your time. It’s only natural to change your mind a million times between now and whenever. Not everyone has things as planned out as Rachel or Kurt. They’re an exception to the rule. Not the rule itself,” he paused and rubbed the back of his neck trying to give as much honesty as Finn gave him without troubling him. “I guess it’s hitting me, too. That’s all. That come this time next year..Kurt’s going to be gone..and I’m going to be here.”
( text ): i’m sure u would do the same for me. ( text ): that’s what friends do.
his gaze dropped down to the screen of his phone as he read Blaine’s incoming text, fingers swiping across it as he gathered his keys to leave, typing as he did so. He hit send before exiting his house, finger on the button of the keypad to unlock his car. He was worried, but thankful Blaine trusted him enough to text him in his time of need. Regardless of what had happened between his brother and Blaine, Blaine was still Finn’s friend and he’d do his best to keep it that way. As he got in the car, adjusted the seat so he wasn’t sitting too close to the wheel and buckled his seat belt, he glanced at his phone once more before he finally stuck the key in the ignition- waiting to be turned.
( text ): don’t worry, i’ll keep it between us. ( text ): i’m about to start driving so just stay put. ( text ): i’m glad ur alright.
after he sent the last slew of messages, he set his phone in the cup holder and turned the key; the car coming to life. he reversed quickly as he began driving toward the road, his nerves on edge. the grasp he held the wheel with tight, his knuckles white. he knew little of the bar Blaine was at, only that it was primarily for Gays, but he was sure with a little help he’d find it. As he stopped at a light, he figured it was the perfect time to pull up the address, propping his phone in the holder so he could make out the street name. His foot remained semi heavy on the gas as he drove, but not enough to warrant a speeding ticket and he made sure to use proper signals as he shifted lanes. A few miles later, he spotted the lights coming from the bar and he pulled into its parking lot, driving to the front. Distinctly he could make out Blaine’s figure and he sighed in relief as he pulled the car to the curb, parking before he got out and approached where Blaine sat waiting for him. “ hey, man. let’s get you home. ‘ he bent down ready for Blaine to drape his arm over his shoulder so he could help him walk to the car.
( mssg » finn | sent ) i Would. all you ever have to do is call me
The fresh air felt like it was doing him some good. Blaine breathed the crispness in and let it go with a sigh, eyes daring to open and stare towards one of the cheap florescent lights up for focus. This whole drinking business was always great in theory. Always a good idea when you first start and, so far, it wasn’t too terrible after he cut himself off. Here was to hoping tomorrow morning didn’t dump him on the suffering side of regret. His phone chimed in his hand and he craned his neck enough to gaze down at the screen.
Relief washed in when Finn promised to keep tonight between the two of them. Asking him to keep a secret from Kurt wasn’t fair. Or the right thing to do. But he didn’t want to make an already messy situation even worse. To say Kurt would be less than thrilled of his current life choices was the understatement of the millennium. Both of them knew that. Once he fixed things–he’d probably end up telling Kurt anyway because that’s how he was wired. Just..after he fixed things was the key phrase. He typed out his thank you before his head bobbed forward and he drifted off into a light sleep
Finn’s voice drew Blaine’s eyes back open. Thank God. His neck already had a heck of a cramp and his legs weren’t much happier after spending so long in such an awkward position. And if he was going to pass out, he’d prefer to do it in bed. One arm wrapped around Finn’s shoulder and held on as he helped him to his feet. “You are such a good person, Finn,” Blaine patted his chest with his free hand before he flounced down in the passenger seat then shot one of those drunken-serious stares up at Finn before he could shut the door. “I’m so lucky for you. You know that…don’t you?”
‘ yeah, no i get what you mean. sometimes, i just kind of zone out. i dunno, man. with all this graduation stuff goin’ around it just makes me think a lot. i appreciate you bein’ able to listen, though. i’m here to listen to you too, if you need someone to talk to – that isn’t ms. pilsbury.
“It is a lot to think over. I understand. What’s the biggest thing on your mind about it right now? You have plenty of time to figure everything out and you know I’ll do my best to help in any way I can. Me? I’m doing okay. I guess. I’d rather talk to you than her. I just know you have so much on your plate already. You don’t need my troubles mixed in.”
“Okay. You just looked like you were on another planet, you know? Figured I’d try to pull you back into this orbit before you float away. If you need a sounding board to help even things out in there, I’m more than happy to listen.”
( text ): thx man ( text ): u too ( text ): i’ll b there in like 10 min ( text ): that’s a gay bar, right??!? ( text) : i’ll find it ( text ): don’t go anywhre i’m omw
( mssg » finn | sent ) yes sorry it’s a gay bar ( mssg » finn | sent ) i’ll wait outside ( mssg » finn | sent ) hey finn? thank you.
Blaine shoved his phone in the back pocket of his forest green chinos after slowly standing up from his barstool minimal swaying involved. A cheeky, oops grin given to the poor guy who was used as a leaning post to get there but the wink he got said the man didn’t mind it too much. Yep. Time to go. Palming his face to wipe some of the buzz away (it didn’t work but A+ effort for trying), he blinked to steady his vision and began the slow walk towards the exit. An after thought had him buckling like someone threw a brick wall directly in his path halfway to the door and he hurriedly dug his phone back out.
( mssg » finn | sent ) ps. please dont tell Kurt. HE’ll murdder me and I don’t wait to die.
Limbs folding like a marionette that had it’s strings cut plopped him on the bench outside, one leg tucked underneath his seat and the other stretched out. Thank God for the wood beam next to it for something to rest his head against while he waited.
( mssg » finn | sent ) youre such a good guy finn. ( mssg » finn | sent ) I th ink that’s probably a good idea considering the options ehre ( mssg » finn | sent ) Do tyou know where Scandals is?
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