Eyes glance down at Blaine’s boat shoe nudging at his elbow and it gets a light smirk out of him before intrigued green hues are back up on Blaine to meet him with a playful look in his eyes. Sebastian completely had NO idea how to help himself from saying things that made Blaine tongue tied. In a sense, knowing he had the ability to do so just put a certain kind of joy and unsaid cocky knowledge into him. Sure, Kurt had him as a boyfriend but this way Sebastian knew he had a special unique ability to get that blush and head duck from Blaine so easily. Not to be a pointer out of the obvious, but he seemed to be able to do it pretty skillfully. On top of all of that? Bantering was just fun all the time. ❝Sounds good to me, killer. Run the plans by him – or don’t – and then we’ll get out of here.❞ Sebastian stands to his feet to lean back against the back of the chair just how Blaine is, now standing next to him. Eyes look around the theater and he furrows a brow. ❝You know, I HAVE to wonder how you make the change from Dalton to public school so quick. I’d have to be dragged here. I know ‘your heart is here now’ and all and maybe that’s why your immune to the bad taste of this place, but you really got some kick ass adapting skills.❞
“I’ll send him a text. I don’t think he’s going to enjoy the idea that you snuck into the school to see me,” Blaine planned on leaving that part out. Just that Sebastian was here and they were going to meet was enough. It’s not that he wanted secrets between him and his boyfriend. But there was no way in hell Kurt was going to be happy that Sebastian was on the New Directions turf and if it got out that Blaine was spending time in the auditorium with their competition from the school that he only just transferred from? Yeah. They already called him Blaine Warbler. He didn’t need to erase the trust he’s earned and go back to being suspected of riding the fence of alliances. Looking from Sebastian to the body of the theatre–Blaine shrugged at his friend’s observation as he half-laughed at the way Sebastian expressed his distaste with McKinley again.
“It’s really not that bad, Sebastian. I’d take the credit if I earned it but..once you get used to it? It’s okay. I mean it’s not D…,” he stops himself right there. No reason to continue what was better left unsaid. “I know it’s not your cup of tea but it’s mine. Speaking of which? Ready to go. C’mon,” their shoulders touched and Blaine was off his leaning position heading through the row of seats to the aisle. “Pitchforks, remember? Need to avoid those.”
“It’s not the most ideal considering Madison wouldn’t be able to go to Dalton with me,” he explained quietly, clearing his throat and glancing around the room to avoid confronting how awful he felt. He muttered about how ‘he was sure some people would make a huge deal about Madison not going if Mason went and then muttered more about transphobic assholes under his breath. – && Mason never cursed, but this situation just made him want to even more. He hated people that made him uncomfortable.
“Don’t get me wrong, B– I love this school, I do. I have Titan pride all the way through and through and I love the New Directions but at times it can be unbearable. Between the hockey jerks– er, excuse me jocks and even Coach Sue, I’m just getting…” he sighed and slumped into an empty desk. “I’m getting tired of it all. I just want a place where at least I feel I’m going to be listened to if I speak up about an issue. Here since Coach Sue has the majority of the power due to the Cheerios and their boosters, I’ll just be digging myself a bigger grave and everyone knows it.”
Glancing at the other, the brunet ran his hands through his hair and ruffled it up a bit. “I haven’t even told Madison I’m thinking about transferring. She’ll flip.” It just felt so suffocating around McKinley sometimes.
Blaine heard the mumbles from some students about Mason. None of the ones who didn’t understand seemed to want to make many strides to try to. Not all. But most. Most in the way that it borderlines on all but what else can anyone expect from McKinley? Where just as you think you make leaps and bounds on being accepted? Someone armed with a slushie and a bevvy of words that are sure to make you want to crawl into a hole and never come out comes along to take that progress and shove it down your throat with the bitter pill of intolerance.
He just wasn’t sure if this school was ready to be like Dalton.
And it was a horrible thought but he was fairly certain that the student body as a whole–not his friends and a few more enlightened others or outcasts of different degrees–were up to the challenge. He’d love to say they were making a difference. Maybe they were. But it’d be a long, long time in the making. Then there were kids like Mason. Who were put through hell and still could unblinkingly say that they had pride for the very place that hurt them over and over. Those were the people that’d change this school. Someday.
Moments like this made Blaine ache for Dalton. He didn’t ‘regret’ his–now two time–choice and he wouldn’t stay it out loud if he did. The New Directions would probably go back to being suspicious that he was ready to leave at the drop of a hat. Mason though? Mason deserved truth, safety and nothing but the love and happiness he projected to anyone within a five foot radius. How anyone could hurt him just dug under Blaine’s nails to the point–it really pissed him off. Taking him by the hand–Blaine stepped closer.
“Listen, Mason. Your sister loves you and she’s going to want you to be safe and happy. I know what it’s like to suffocate in an open hallway and no one is taking the time to help you. And the only place I never felt that way was Dalton.” God, he wished he had something better than transferring to give Mason. But boiled down? Dalton was the best place for him to be. “I mean. Dalton isn’t perfect. It has it’s issues but as far as feeling safe there? And heard? McKinley can’t compare. It’s going to be a long time before it could even try..” Blaine pursed his lips, feeling guilty for saying things so bluntly but..Mason asked and this was how he felt.
Just taking one look at Blaine’s room, Seb could tell it reflected everything he was in a way. And who Blaine was? Sebastian loved endlessly, even if he kept that big minor detail inside his mysterious mind. Green eyes observed music related things, nautical themed items scattered around, all the colors Blaine kept dominant in his wardrobe, and the one that caught his eye most being all of the photos of him and Kurt. That part was one that made Sebastian feel almost uncomfortable. Not because he hadn’t turned a new leaf and tried to come face to face with the fact that Blaine was Kurt’s and it wouldn’t be different; But because somehow even though he knew this whole meeting was more than innocent, a friend to friend thing, it still was like a phantom label of villainous guilt was stamped to his forehead. Was it a bad choice to come here? These days it seemed to hard to tell what was good and what was bad because either way it seemed to end with sourness. A good guy hiding behind the mask of trouble made things blurry.
Though this whole thing was already confusing, the whispered voice at the other side of the bed caught Sebastian’s attention and he fell out of his trance of anxieties to be reminded the real reason he was here. Sebastian was here for Blaine and the sake of needing to be forgiven. Needing to make sure someone he had so quickly grown to care about was okay. A soft smile appears on his lips as he looks over at the other, keeping his hands in his lap. Beautiful as ever was Blaine Anderson. Though the mood in the room was calm a part of his heart always still began to beat faster when those hazel eyes looked at him. The tricky part now was ingraining in his head that he wasn’t supposed to be thinking that way.
❝Good afternoon, sleepy head.❞ he says lightheartedly. Why in the hell was Blaine asking if he was okay? I mean he knew that the whole text conversation they had very much revealed that Sebastian was dealing with some major one man wars in his head—– but god damn, being asked that question only reminded him how good of a person Blaine was. Here he was in bed on drugs for his poor eye caused by something Sebastian did, and he was asking Sebastian if he was okay? Not to mention that Blaine allowed him to come here because if he went home it would of been a bad environment. Eyes glance off to pull away contact for a moment as he pauses, soon staring back at the other male. ❝I’m great.❞ he lies with a smile, he has to be strong.
❝I think the real question is how you’re doing, Claus von Stauffenberg?❞ he asks, adding in a little bit of jokes directed towards the eye patch (which by the way, Sebastian shamefully thinks Blaine looks adorable with) in hopes it can lighten the situation a bit.
“You’re great,” he asks back in a tone that the lingering fogginess in his brain doesn’t let him cover up with something else. Disbelief. He wasn’t buying that Sebastian was great. Not after their conversation and–definitely–not after laying here watching that distant expression he saw written on his face. There was more that put it there than a picture of him and Kurt. That was most certainly the case. “Me? I’m okay,” Blaine didn’t have to lie about that. He was okay. Not great. Not amazing. Not anything but okay. Without the drugs–he got sore. Without talking to Sebastian and seeing him in person so they could talk this out. Then talking to Sebastian and sensing how messed up he was over this whole ordeal. All the stress his situation was putting his friends and Kurt through. His parents being angry that he wouldn’t say who did this to him. Before his Dad gave up and Blaine told his Mother to keep her appointments in Cincinnati. None of it when added with the fact that at least he wasn’t blind in one eye was balancing out to amazing, great, or anything other than okay.
Sebastian looked terrible. Lost and far away. If that’s what this mess turned him into? From the laughing, playfully jabbing friend he often found himself wondering where he got most of what came out of his mouth from? He had a fire in him. One that Blaine was pulled towards time and time again. Seeing it gone? Filled his stomach with a sense of sadness that was gut wrenching. “You don’t seem very great, Seb. But you’re here and we can fix things. You’re not leaving until we do and until you can promise me that you’re going to be okay if I let you go home. So.. Trust me? I don’t hate you. If that’s what you’re worried about the most? You can stop now.” The bed rustles as he scoots closer and uses his knee to gently nudge the outside of Sebastian’s thigh closest to him. One pleading eye meets both of his friend’s. –Please trust me. I can’t hate you. I tried. I can’t. I won’t ever be able to. I don’t care who says I should..–
Blaine half-heartedly laughs at the Claus von Stauffenberg comparison. He grins right after and lazily shrugs. “I wish I could brag that this happened during a war that I was trying to assassinate Hitler in but–anyway. Come here,” he reaches towards the boy sitting awkwardly on the edge of his bed. Fingers insistently wiggle to be taken. “It’s cold in the house and I’ve been cheating by just curling up in blankets instead of starting a fire. I don’t trust myself with matches. And I haven’t bothered to turn on the heat yet. Lay down with me?” Trying to coax him further–Blaine wriggles his fingers and waits for Sebastian to take them. “We can talk. If that’s what you still want to do. Just.. Come here.”
Tina laughed at Blaine’s expression because she was sure he thought that she wouldn’t say yes to his idea. Of course, she wasn’t sure that they would be able to pull it off but this is their senior year and they need to do something big to celebrate that. She could admit to herself, that she was glad that Rachel graduated last year because the woman would have killed them had they tried to pull this on her watch. “Are you sure they’re the best ones to go to about this? You know, one of them might spill to Marley then she’d probably tell Mr. Schue.” Plus, Carole was here and Tina didn’t want to upset the woman anymore than she already has been. “Going to the store wouldn’t take hours though, Blaine. Our excuse needs to be better than that. Though, I’m sure Mr. Schue would really care all that much.” Their teacher didn’t seem to care as much as he did last year and she knew it was down to certain people graduating. Pushing that thought away, she concentrated on their mission to get to Disneyland. “It sounds like fun, so let’s do it. Of course there will have to be the obligatory group photo with the mouse ears. What did Sam say about this plan?”
“Okay. Maybe they’re not the greatest to trust. Maybe I’ll just ask Burt. You know? He might go for it. Or maybe he’ll want to come along,” he bit his lip trying to think about what Kurt would say if he found out they dragged Burt Hummel onto as many rides as they could in the span of half a day at Disney. Was it worth the potential trouble he’d get in when the glue was still drying on the repairs their shattered ‘friendship’? Mental Note: Do not let Burt get on the ones that Kurt probably would say no to. “You noticed, too, huh?” Will Schuester was never on Blaine’s top five list of amazing teachers. The ones at Dalton set too high of a bar for someone who ran glee club emotionally first before putting his students above anything else. Then there were times he was the exact opposite and cared so much that his potential shined through and Blaine liked the guy. Just lately? With how checked out he was? Tina wasn’t the only one to chalk it up to certain people graduating. “Well.. Anyway. We can have all the mouse ear photos you want,” he grinned and slipped his arm around her waist then gave her a peck on the cheek. “Sam loves the idea. He helped it become more of a reality than just a pipe dream. Looks like the three of us are going to Disneyland.”
“Hey Blaine I have something kind of strange to ask you… Do you think I’d make a good warbler..? I’m not making any rash decisions or anything. It’s just that, I’m kind of sick && tired of being overlooked in the glee club. Even though I’ve been working on my singing, && I am the best dancer in the group. Plus I hear they have amazing academics at Dalton so it’d make my parents happy. I don’t know, it’s just a thought.”
“A Warbler? I–I mean. Sure. What team wouldn’t be lucky to have you as a member? Are you really thinking of transferring though? I know you’ve been working hard and I think you’ve only gotten better. Because you were never bad to begin with. You’re right. You are overlooked. But we can change that. Would you want to leave McKinley without trying first? All of your friends are here and it’s your senior year? I just don’t want you doing something you’ll regret later.”
“Blaine, can I talk to you about something, please?” Mason asked, pulling the bowtied dapper president of the student body aside because he was just nervous. “I– I need to talk to you about something. About your past- er, in specifically Dalton.” The twin was so nervous even talking about this because he hadn’t mentioned it to Madison. He hadn’t talked to anyone about the decision to potentially transfer. Hesitating, Mason just grabbed Blaine and pulled him into an empty classroom. “Is the no bullying thing a legit thing at Dalton? And– and do.. I, I mean logically they should let me into an all boy’s school but.. would–” There’s hesitation in the brunet’s voice. He’s frustrated more than ever.
“Is that going to be an issue, do you think? I know the school’s old with tradition and everything.”
Blaine startled and blinked when Mason appeared out of nowhere and he was suddenly pulled aside. The unexpected halt caught him by surprise but the nervousness in Mason’s voice quickly swapped puzzlement for concern. “Sure. Mason are you–,” he was easily led into the classroom but his steps came to an abrupt stop as soon as the jittery boy spoke up again and mentioned Dalton. His past there? What on Earth would Mason want to know about that for? Wait. No bullying policy? Why was Mason concerned about that? Blaine’s stomach sank. Was he so oblivious to what was going on around him that he missed seeing something he should never have missed?
“I–well–no. I don’t think–I don’t know. I mean–I can find out. I don’t think Dalton would turn you away and if it did–there’s options to consider if you really want to be there,” he paused and eyed Mason closely barely believing they were having this conversation. “Is that why you’re asking. You’re thinking of transferring? Can I ask–why? What’s going on, Mason?”
❝ ╼ You really think if I follow through with this plan that things will start looking up ?❞
Finn glanced to the side, the idea seemed pretty rad in theory…but could he really pull it off?
❝ I just don’t want to screw anything up.❞
“It can’t hurt to try–can it? As long as you’re giving it your best shot?” Blaine leaned forward and gave Finn’s knee a solid pat. “I mean–we could say you have nothing to lose and everything to gain but that sounds like you’ve reached rock bottom.” That didn’t come out like he wanted it to when he heard it in his head. Um–one more knee pat would do. So he did that and purposefully quirked his lips into a hopeful grin, “We’re a long way from that. I promise to never let you get there. I say–do it–I got your back.”
Tina really tried to not laugh at Blaine’s reaction, really she did but he was too ridiculous for her. Once she composed herself, she waited for him to pull himself together and tell he what the two troublemakers had up their sleeves. Seriously, how did she end up being best friends with the two of them? It feels like it was just yesterday when she and Sam were being polite and civil for Mercedes’ sake. “Disneyland? In that case, I’m game. How are we going to sneak away? Because this has to happen now.” If only Mike could see her now and what they were going to pull off. He’d try to talk her out of it. Tina pushed the thought of her ex-boyfriend away because she didn’t need him to rain on her parade even just in her head.
She said yes?! Blaine had a back up plan of his own set of huge, round eyes because he knew Tina wouldn’t be able to say no to if he resorted to those measures. She just couldn’t. And he knew it.
Not that he would ever take advantage of that. All lies. He so would and has.Whatever it takes! This is Disneyland! Exceptions had to be made. And advantages would be exploited if necessary! “Okay! Great! Hear me out,” he jutted up his pointer finger, “I already made a plan for that. It’s going to take some bribery and favors but I think we can pull it off if we talk Jake and or Ryder into covering for us. One or the other or both. Because I forget whether or not they like each other this week or not. But I think we can pull it off. They could say we had to go to the store. So we went together. And call us if anyone finds out? We could offer to return the favor? I’m seriously willing to do practically anything if it means the three of us get to don some mouse ears and run around acting like idiots for half a day! I’ll get us Fast Passes and we’ll make the best out of whatever time we can! See? Flawless!”
“Wait, so you’re here for real, right? This isn’t some kind of joke or anything? You’re here to stay?”
“Yes–I’m here. Do you think I’d have enough nerve to joke about this? You would never forgive me and I know way better than that. So–hello–Kurt. Um–surprise?”
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