“ What can I say? I’m one of a kind, Blaine. Nobody has a logic like me for a reason. The reason being I’m smarter than most people. Of course, that excludes you. You’re very smart, no need to lie about it. Which is why you should be able to see there’s no reason to get so nervous around me. You’re so tongue tied at this point that I didn’t even understand half of what you just said. You have to slow down there, killer. I don’t speak bashful schoolboy. “
“You are most definitely one of a kind. I can safely say I’ve never met anyone quite like you. I doubt I ever will. I’m glad you don’t think I’m a bumbling idiot. If you did? It’d be your fault for constantly saying things that momentarily turn me into one. I’m NOT nervous. That’s not it at all. I just can’t figure you out completely. Like you not understanding what I said. Was I being confusing? Or was it selective ‘misunderstanding’ of the parts you don’t want to acknowledge? Mainly where I mentioned I was taken and phone sex shouldn’t even be in yours and my vocabulary when it comes to having it with each other? I’m not bashful. I’m–I’m just saying I’m not going to–I mean I can’t–. Don’t you look at me like that, Sebastian. I can see the smirk in your eyes long before it hits your lips and there’s one brewing already. So–don’t you dare.”
“ Well, you know what they say. Bashful on the streets, freak in the sheets. Am I right? Oh wait a minute—- actually no. Nobody says that. Just me. But everything I say is pretty much right so practically the same thing. No worries though, I won’t make you admit to your fantasies, because I so already know they exist. “
“Uhm, no. I think you’re the– Exactly. You would be the only person in the world with that logic, Sebastian. Sure.. Sure! You’re not making me admit to anything because they don’t exist! Taken! Did you forget that between the last ten minutes and now? Even if you’re right? We’re not going to talk about it because of the same reason I just reminded you of. So it wouldn’t matter if I did or didn’t, which-i-don’t, anyway.”
❛ Me be his little soeur, sis – sister. I’m French. My terrible accent, doesn’t help me much, oui (yes) ? ❜
Stella lead him a way to the room where he could take a sit, if he wants, and she sat on the other side of the room in the sofa, the maid quickly came and she request a few threats for her new GUEST. Hopefully a new friend. Sebastian was angry with her && their relationship is upside down. She thought, being close of him, would make him happier, but instead it seems otherwise. She wanted to do a surprised for him, having her presence, that’s the reason she haven’t answering any call of her old brother.
But eventually she hopes he will forgives her. She didn’t had any friends yet && have a lot to LEARN. Not only get better in English, but also makes friendships. She didn’t had many friends in France. She was slightly alone… But sometimes getting into a trouble that she hadn’t no knowledge what she is dealing (most of times).
❛ Me, was bored here, so you wasn’t interrupting me. ❜
That was new. Sebastian had a sister?
Blaine tried not to act as surprised as he was by the news. Granted, he and Sebastian were only friends for a short amount of time but he figured during one of their conversations Sebastian would bring a sister up. Especially since Sebastian was patient enough to listen to a full on rant about one of Cooper’s latest and greatest achievements being the talk of the town that Blaine secretly sat through trying his Grade A Best not to grind his teeth together the entire time. No doubt sooner or later Coop would show up to soak enough attention in to inflate his ego to another degree of insane and be gone again.
Blaine was eagerly counting down the days. Yes that was sarcasm.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you officially,” he went with the flow not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable or hurt her feelings by making it apparent he’d never heard about her. “What do you think about Ohio so far? I’m sure it couldn’t compare to where you are from and ‘boring’ sums it up perfectly,” he grinned jokingly stopping just short of the couch. “Do you mind if I have a seat? We could talk until Sebastian comes home? I mean, if you’re bored and want some company?”
Blaine was so caught up in snapping as many pictures as he could of gold stars with the names of his idols etched inside them outside
Grauman’s Chinese Theatre that he had no idea he was about to collide with someone just going about their daily lives. A wisp of blonde hair caught in the lense of his camera was his only warning. Too late. His feet skittered to a halt right when they were pressed chest to chest with one another barely avoiding impact. Embarrassed beyond belief, his camera dropped to hang around his neck and both hands came up between them as he took a jump backwards to give Chris some space.
“I’m so sorry! Stupid tourist not paying attention to where he’s going,” he blushed and cringed as he reached back to rub his neck. “I’ll..uhm..let you be on your way,” his hand gestured for Chris to pass on the downswing as he bowed out of the way trying to hide the blush warming his face by not quite making eye contact.
As Blaine began to speak, Sebastian settled further back into his pillows, nodding slowly && listening in with a smirk, hoping maybe somewhere along the way Blaine would catch on to what he was trying to lay down. But not so surprisingly, he only scooped up farthest from the subject Sebastian was attempting to hint at. It became inevitable that he was going to have to be straight up.
An eyebrow raised, biting down at the tip of his tongue before speaking. “ Uhhhh—- yeah, no. I wasn’t exactly looking for a therapy session from you, Blaine. I really appreciate your adorable concern, && as nice as that sounds, I was looking for a different kind of session with you. “ He was now using the most seductive voice he could manage, speaking low into the phone. He would drop a rather sudden bomb. “ If you want to know what’s going on, I’m hard from thinking about you. “
Blaine toed off his slippers letting them fall to the floor and settled further into the pillows as he waited to hear what was on Sebastian’s mind. Thumb tracing the case on his phone, a worried frown was aimed at his reflection in the mirror on top of his dresser. It stayed there until Sebastian uttered the word no in the tone of voice it was delivered by and was swapped with a puzzled look of ‘not following you’.
Except a couple seconds later? Sebastian’s voice dropped into that tone that had him instantly flashing back to the day that they sat across the table from one another as Blaine listened to Sebastian tried to convince him to return to Dalton and asked, with that devilish smile and soft voice that stole Blaine’s breath in secret, if he could see him again. Only thicker and dripping with..want. He definitely followed exactly the reason why Sebastian called. The bomb that hit only backed up his conclusion. He prayed that the sound of his choking wasn’t heard –oh, it was loud enough..no doubt– as every inch of him felt Sebastian’s confession ripple through him in ways it shouldn’t. So much for words. What were those? What was this thing called air? Or sight? Blaine’s lungs stopped working. They had no clue. His eyes were too busy rolling back in his head to answer. A stuttering tongue was too tied to speak.
“Non, non… You can stay… Him won’t take so long, eh?”
Stella gave a gentle smile to Blaine, giving a step back from her mansion, so he could get inside and take a sit. She knew Sebastian wouldn’t delay… God! It’s embarrassing… Mostly of her family are american, and she doesn’t even speaks a good English. She learned others languages in her school there, such as Italian, German && Spanish, surely English… But she barely had opportunity to speak there, when she lived in France.
She still didn’t know how she felt living in Ohio, it was exciting stay closer of her brother but heartbreaking for not stay in a place where isn’t her culture. The little French, of 5"8 feet tall sighed deeply, hiding the sadness of her pretty icy blue eyes.
“If it isn’t too much trouble? I don’t want to interrupt you if you’re busy.”
Blaine smiled seeing her step aside so he could enter. Not wanting to be rude and brush her off, he stepped into the foyer stuffing his keys in the pocket of his coat. It was pretty obvious she was family but what relation? Sebastian and he never delved too far into the topic of each other’s families. Blaine did catch onto a few things about them in the beginning of their friendship. Enough to know that Sebastian was pretty much in the same position he was. They just didn’t talk about them much. Not to each other, at least. Their parents ever really around that often. Always busy with business or travel. He put two and two together to figure that out. Sebastian seemed content to let that part of his life be static in the background to other more important things.
Hearing her sad sigh, Blaine gave her a thoughtful pout. “How do you know Sebastian? Are you a cousin of his from France? I..uhm..noticed the accent. If you are? I’ve got a dozen questions I’ve been dying to get answered,” he grinned playfully trying to brighten her mood.
“You’ve got time?” Brittany asked, pleasantly surprised. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he’d want to offer, but her former-Warbler friend seemed so busy, most of the time. He’d been bouncing from club to club, for weeks. “It’s okay, if you don’t.” she rushed to add, eyes widening a fraction. “I know you’ve got your… wizard club. And your zombie club.” Though, those were just barely scratching the surface. Brittany might’ve been worried about him, if it didn’t always seem like he was having so much fun.
Brittany’s surprise that he’d have time for her sank a feeling of guilt into his stomach. She looked so hopeful and her backtracking to offer him an out felt even worse. She was the one person who knew what he was going through. Yet, they weren’t helping each other through the loneliness at all. His fault. Clubs and studying became his focus when someone else just as lonely as him needed it. “I always have time for you, Britt. We’re in this together,” he gave her a thunk of his head to her shoulder then smiled, “You and me? We both are dealing with the person we love being somewhere else. I’m never too busy. Clubs, books or whatever. If you need me? You got me. I’ll even fight my way through a hoard of pretend zombies to get to you. That’s how serious I am.”
“Non, non... He’s out. Me, Stella Smythe… Just came yesterday… Uh – He’ll come soon… I guess.”
“Ah, okay! Welcome to Ohio. I hope you like it here. Let me know if I can do anything to help you get settled. Yeah. That probably sounded creepy from a total stranger.. Anyway!
Pleased to meet you, Stella. Listen, I can come back at another time. Would you mind telling him I came by?”
All of the pamphlets in Ms. Pillsbury’s office were right; human contact ( but not from the janitor) did help to relieve stress. Still, it was sad. Before everyone left, they’d all promised to keep in contact. The switch in topic, though subtle, made Brittany wonder how much Blaine was talking to people. “Google just says what it is. I think to make a translate-y thing, you have to get it. The only ones I understand are Puck’s. He does the eggplant emoji and then the smirky face, y’know?” she said, mimicking the expression before continuing. “I’m glad he’s learning to cook, but he should really consider making something else. – Do you think he could help me make a translator? He totally gets it.”
“Britt? I’m not sure that his cooking skills are what he’s implying with the eggplant–uhm–nevermind. You could try talking to him. Or we could make one? Did you know I speak fluent emoji,” Blaine asked with a smile trying to cheer her up. He wanted to make sure she was okay above the fact that her worries mirrored the ones that crept up on him when he didn’t devote his full attention to the dozens of clubs, extracurriculars and various other hobbies he threw himself into trying keep himself distracted from the lack of Kurt being there. Without realizing, his free arm draped itself across the empty chair on the opposite side of where he sat. Muscle memory and habit. Hard to break. Even if there was no one there. “We could make a fortune if it takes off,” he egged her on trying to get a smile for his efforts, “It’d give us something to do? Before Puck thinks of it first. You know? After he’s finished ‘learning to cook’.”
pianokeysandbowties back up 