“OH CRAP! I’m sorry man, when I dance sometimes I accidentally injure people. I’m working on it… Are you okay?”
Getting a view of your shoes at the angle where they (and your feet) are way too high off the ground where you needed them to be isn’t how you want to start the day. Yet, that’s exactly what happened before Blaine landed hard against the stage. Instinct and quick reflexes saved his head, but his shoulder and everywhere else that slammed into the wood? Yep. That hurt. Mid-jump and Finn’s pivot introduced the much taller boy’s foot to both of Blaine’s just as he was kicking off to match the turn.
Gravity went topsy turvy! Then got it’s revenge. Painfully knocking the air out of his lungs before he gulped in another breath and blinked up at his boyfriend’s brother. “I.. Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay. Just give me a minute. Where’d you learn a leg sweep like that,” he pushed himself up onto his elbow and tried to make the other feel better by cracking a wobbly joke, “Was that martial arts..? Cause if it wasn’t? You might want to consider picking it up.”
The movie was already rolling through some passionate lovemaking scene between two boring leads that Remy had already lost interest in it about an hour ago. Who cares if the lead male married his boss? His attention had already turned to the boy in his arms, his hand reaching up to brush through the other’s hair lightly as he teased it slightly, before brushing his hand through the others dark locks again. Remy was just going to soak in the sight of Blaine resting in his arms, looking so comfortable and so…like he’d always meant to fit there as Remy’s hand moved up to brush through those gelled locks again lightly.
Relaxing Remy at the end of his day had become a habit Blaine was far too addicted to in way too short of an amount of time. Somehow, the artist managed to keep tearing through walls and limits that he’d put on himself years ago. All spawned from the notion that instead of one relationship, then dating, blunder after another? Focusing on his future and career was a hell of a lot safer. Within an hour after meeting him, Blaine was fascinated in ways he knew he shouldn’t let himself be with his best friend’s brother he’d only heard stories about. Now, weeks later they were stretched out on the couch together watching some movie Blaine picked out without knowing most of the plot. Where he was half-interested, Remy apparently wasn’t remotely so. Much to Blaine’s fortune. Because Remy seemed content to distract himself by playing with his hair. Something Blaine was enjoying immensely. Enough that he hummed and turned towards the touch, his fingers uncurling against Remy’s chest to trace the pattern in his shirt. “You keep that up? I’m going to melt into the couch. It’ll be all your fault..”
Oh this was TOO GOOD to be true. One song blended into the next and Sebastian sat in the shadows, smirking into his glass as an hour melted by like seconds. It had been a while since a smile like that had lit up his face, but there was something undeniable about knowing when the winds were blowing in your favor. Sebastian Smythe was at the peak of a lucky streak but this really took the cake. Blaine fucking Anderson after all these years.
This was undoubtedly a peak post-Dalton fantasy while wrapped up in the throws of an undeniable string of regret that even Sebastian couldn’t fully avoid. Years later, walking into a smokey piano bar and finding none other than Blaine himself sitting back, drinking away his sorrows after that fucking ice queen eventually tossed him to the curb for whatever new life force he could leach off of and infect with his particular strain of gay.
They would, of course, hit it off and Sebastian could put to rest the What If’s that befell every fucking time something blew up in his face and left him thinking of another life he could have been living. It was stupid, and he knew it was fucking ridiculous, but he suspected everybody at some point in their life had that One That Got Away. His had resurfaced but it wasn’t in the form of a post-day from hell existential unwind found only at the bottom of a bottle or joint… It was in the flesh and fuck if it didn’t make him feel some sort of way.
“Well,” Sebastian began, stepping out of the shadows with a carelessly discarded glass that went on top of the piano, purely so he could start a slow clap, head shaking still in incredulous disbelief. The lights were slipping away and Blaine had finally backed away from his performance after an undeniably pleased round of applause. “I’m really hoping after treating me to a performance like that you’re gonna at least let me buy you a drink or two.”
Sebastian’s hands stilled, though they splayed out in muted disbelief before him as his eyes ran over Blaine’s face (then once down his body) as if he hadn’t been watching intently, uninterrupted for the last hour. “God, it’s been a long time, Killer. You… look incredible.” Incredible sounded an awful lot like ‘fucking out of this world’, laden with a slow burn passion that would have easily had Blaine spread out underneath him fulfilling that High School Fantasy if he had anything to do with it. An hour worth of stage worthy foreplay, Blaine’s voice consuming him like an intoxicating and undeniable haze that left him feeling seventeen again.
Up close with his full attention, he could make out what the distance had failed to fully grant him. Time had treated Blaine well and though he seemed void of something very distinctly Anderson, it was replaced with something just as enticing though. It looked like what had once been tightly wound was slowly loosened over times, finally stepping into himself or who he was meant to be. But Sebastian had lived among the Beat Down By Life brigade. While his lucky streak failed to end he was no stranger to that look. “And this?” Sebastian motioned to Blaine and the piano in disbelief, as if the words had been stolen from his mouth for a brief moment. “That just fulfilled at least three different fantasies all at once.” He teased, that signature Smythe grin coming to pull that bashful school boy back to the surface if he still existed underneath this Shadow Blaine. “But I’m willing to bet we can add to that count if you’re off the clock.” And willing to take him up on that drink offer. “What’d you say, B?”
Applause came like a wave drowning out the last few notes of his final song. Tonight he sent the crowd away with one of their old favorites. You could never go wrong with Billy Joel in this town. It pleased the locals and tourists alike. Those regulars that came in week after week to unwind and enjoy their neers off the beaten path of touristy, overpriced bars always hummed along. Even sang if they were buzzed enough. Proof to Blaine that he was doing something right every time he sang about their beloved city being a state of mind. Deflating shoulders signaled he was done, a huff of a smile aimed at long fingers resting against ivory was the rev up for the one he gave towards the crowd.
An appreciated wave and a thank you mouthed over the sound of their hands clapping together gave his gratitude for their enjoyment. After all. They were his company for the night. And they paid the bills since he tapered off using the money he had in the bank from back home. His tip jar was full, a drink was waiting for him at the bar, and Joe would have something to munch on ready in a few minutes. Lickity-split. Jusss wait-a minute, Blainey. Comin’ riiight up! Followed by a roll blue of weathered eyes still sparkling with happiness as the old man gave him gruff about eating too much rabbit food and not enough “real stuff”. Out of love, right? Always.
All things considered? Not a bad way to end his night. Even if it was exactly the same as last night and the night before that. Predictability had it’s bonuses in spite of it’s potential for boredom. Considering his past and what brought him here? Bored wasn’t too horrible of a thing to be. He was just about ready to slide the cover over the keys when a voice he could never forget caught him off guard. The heavy wood slid back to it’s open position with a thud as surprised hazel darted towards the source. First landing on the glass and then following it up an extremely long arm to a face that made his lips part and brows jut up at the sight.
No way. Sebastian Smythe. Here. In a tiny piano bar in Little Italy. So far off the path that Blaine was sure no one he knew would ever run into him here. Part of the reason he’d landed in this part of town to begin with. The distance between here and Broadway meant he was all but secluded from chance run-ins with…well..people. But Sebastian wasn’t part of that plan. Blaine had figured this was a face he’d lost track of. Only to see in print and in distant memories of a forever ago.
Yet. Here he was. Blaine was stunned speechless, staring like a deer-caught-in-the-headlights trying to make his mouth and brain connect so words might happen. “Sebastian? Hey. Hi. You look–wow.” Stammering for a beat, a flush of red after the former Warbler wasted no time reacquainting the musician with his witty banter, he continued. “I see some things haven’t changed.” The way he smiled was full of a nostalgia for the ghost of a feeling that crept closer with every word. “I mean.. Yeah. Sure. I’m off the clock. A drink would be great..”
Still awestruck that this was truly happening–he stood up from the piano bench barely taking his bewildered stare off Sebastian, the shorter of the pair knocked into the bench before skirting around it with a frustrated huff and motioning to the bar. “Not that it isn’t great to see you. It is. But.. I don’t get it. Here came the question that was impossible to hold in. People like Sebastian? Just randomly ending up here? What were the odds? Outside of movies, that is. “..Why are you here?”
tate.
“And, uh —” Tate’s train of thought seemed to derail when the weight of Blaine’s head rested against him. One quick glance to the side at the simple gesture was enough to make him have to try and subdue the smile on his face ; He did like Blaine. And it’d been so long since anyone had touched him in any sort of way. “Uh — Where was I? Oh yeah. Buffalo Bill, is based of Ed Gein cause like, there’s been suspicions that Ed was making a woman-suit but really never any hard evidence.” A few seconds later with his eyes trained on their movie, the blond’s cheek was pressed against the top of that curly mess. He didn’t really care what Blaine said, he sort of digged it without all that gel.
Being with Tate was comfortable. Like they’d always known each other. The boy was the one constant that wasn’t complicated or overwhelming. Tate was always there. Ready to hang out, listen, or simply be in awe over his cellphone and play games on it for hours while Blaine played the piano or music and stretched out on his floor staring at the ceiling as they talked about everything and nothing. Tonight, they’d chosen a movie marathon starting with Silence of the Lambs. An entire evening spent with Anthony Hopkins in movies he’s always been curious about but never seen or knew much of and good company? Blaine couldn’t complain. It felt easy to let his head fall to rest on Tate’s shoulder as he drew a heavy duvet up over their laps. Blaine’s nose crinkled and his gaze flicked from the screen to Tate. “Seriously? I never heard that. Only that he made lampshades out of people. What do you think?”
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“LIKE ‘ARE GONE’?ARGON. it’s a science joke, people!” it’s common knowledge that jokes work better when they do not have to be explained. there’s no response from the crowd – with the exception of one pity laugh from the barman before he walks down from the stage. and as if by magic, the simple act of him stepping off of the platform has the entire bar filling with noise again. fucking typical. heading for his usual post-gig seat at the bar, richard’s head tilts back in a loud groan.
“like argon…. that’s fucking funny.” it’s said to himself, only adding as he looks over to the person beside him, “what a way to spend a saturday night, huh?”
Dead silence followed each joke. Cringe worthy silence. Complete with occasional cough to clear someone who was really trying to be a jerk’s throat. Blaine was perched on his stool listening, a half smile parted his lips and he wasn’t sure if it was the jokes he was cracking one at? Or having a sympathetic moment for the performer who wasn’t just bombing? But was taking a nosedive towards the ground at full speed. Something Blaine has watched him do before. Repeatedly. Though his presence was usually easy to blend into the background of the sparse patrons. Just another soul hunched over the bar enjoying a free poured drink that had enough alcohol in it for two. Probably to numb the pain coming from the stage.
“There’s worse ways,” Blaine huffed a real chuckle this time tapping the rim of his glass with his pointer finger. “Can I buy us a round? It looks like you need one.” Or four?
//Having one of those moments were I came back to my desk and had it confirmed that I know some pretty freaking awesome people here. On a day when I really needed it. Saving these cause they mean everything, and also, group promo. Because not only are the characters amazingly written but the muns are insanely wonderful and I’m lucky to know them!
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.”
{text ✦ blaine anderson} … Katy Perry? AGAIN? You need some new material. {text ✦ blaine anderson} The bridge was a little sloppy. And you missed one of the key changes. But overall not bad, for someone who sounds an hour away from passing out.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) I was feeling nostalgic. Apparently by my hangover this morning? A little too nostalgic. ( mssg » rachel | sent )
You have my deepest apologies that you had to listen to three or more minutes of whatever that was. ( mssg » rachel | sent ) I guess it was more like minutes instead of hours. Sorry. How are you?
“Did you know Tina has a GIGANTIC crush on you? Everyone thinks it’s super weird, but I think it’s kinda sweet. Have you not told her you’re gold star gay?”
“Hang on. Tina? And did you just say everyone? Yes, she knows I’m gold star gay. I’m pretty sure the whole school does. Um.. How do you know? Did she say something to you? How does everyone but ME know?”
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