❛ I believe the term you’re looking for is ambitious. ❜
“Ambitious? Sure. Either way? I’ll save any questions I might have–which I don’t at the moment–for when we’re at the theater. Thanks for the offer. I’m more focused on where my shoes are at the moment.”
Blaine loved it when the theater was a bustle of activity. The chaos, the shouting. Everyone rushing towards their goal of getting one more thing done before opening night. He wasn’t sure he was going to say yes to Jesse’s proposal. Until he was brought here during one of those nights. And standing backstage watching it all unfold was too much of a temptation to quell a sudden ache inside his bones he hadn’t known could ever resurface to say no to. Yes, he adored watching the magic happen and being a part of it. But his favorite moments?
Happened in the quiet dark. When the orchestra level of empty seats faded into the shadows of the mezzanine and the upper floor, it created a small infinity inside their world. One that lured you towards dreaming. Back to dreaming for a dreamer that made himself wake up and face reality instead of drifting away on false hopes. Because where did that get you? Other than pretending?
Jesse always stayed, too. No matter how many times Blaine told him he could go home, the director refused. They could practice. Or he could work. Or they could end up sitting on the edge of the stage doing nothing but talking like they were now. Both of them pretending to be oblivious to the real reason why. Until a touch over a knee happened. Or a hand clasped a shoulder and pulled the other in a little too close. They were borderlining on dangerous territory for weeks now.
Blaine watched as Jesse’s fingers clamped down on his wrist to give it a shake, just to emphasize his point. He, also, felt his breath hitch when the edge of a thumb traced over the thin layer of skin above the blue lines of veins on the underside and didn’t stop. His gaze ran up Jesse’s arm as he lowered their hands to rest on the other’s upper thigh. Knuckles grazed over the top from fingers that twitched towards the heat of Jesse’s body. There was no mistaking when Jesse’s grip tightened and Blaine heard himself whine. Until their lips met, he hadn’t really thought it’d go that far. Though the way their mouths crashed together was anything but timid. To hell with it. A building hunger snapped his resolve and he fed it into the kiss as his free hand gripped the back of Jesse’s neck and held him desperately close.
Lips twitched lightly upward, Jesse’s expression looked positively humorous. ❛ On the show —- You can’t possibly convince me the male lead doesn’t have a single critique in his body to share during a private audience with his director. How else are we supposed to reach multiple Tony status? ❜
Jesse was certainly enjoying himself with this. Wasn’t he? Blaine, though? Wasn’t. Not at all. Wait? Huh? How’d the topic shift from whether or not he should gather up the rest of his clothes (and pride) so he could turn and walk out to….the show? Doing a double take as he pulled his sweater over the white undershirt he hadn’t tucked into his pants that were still beltless, Blaine squinted, shoved his tongue against the back of his upper teeth and shook his head.
“Work? Seriously? You’re unbelievable. You know that? Completely unbelievable.”
( mssg » jesse | sent ) You’re a busy person. ( mssg » jesse | sent )
The last thing I want to become is annoying. ( mssg » jesse | sent ) When you text, I know you have the time. ( mssg » jesse | sent ) It’s a simple as that.
“Notes? What is that even supposed to mean?” Stay or go? Blaine had no idea which he was going to choose. Jesse wasn’t doing very well on the convincing him to stay part either. Arms crossed over his chest, hazel eyes squinting thoughtfully beneath a set of burrowed brows. “Or are you trying to confuse me on purpose? Cause if you are? Good job.”
“FINE. Maybe. You’re not going to spend the entire time trying to make me feel like you’re doing me some huge favor by extending the invitation after you gave me the cue to get out, are you?”
❛ Perhaps you should allow me the option of buying you brunch first. ❜
“Brunch? I thought you just told me to go? You don’t have to feel obligated to change your mind. It’s not like I’m not going to show up to work because you asked me to leave. So? If that’s what this is about? I’d rather avoid another hour or two of awkwardness for the trade off of a quick bite to eat. Thanks, though. Really. Thanks.”
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