sam: blaine i dont sam: i mean sam: what if it makes things weird? sam: what if we kiss and i like it and i catch feelings? and then we date and it doesnt work so we break up and its too weird to be best bros again?? sam: i mean i fall in love when a girl looks at me across the street man a good kiss is like a guarantee and ur the best friend i’ve ever had sam: i cant fuck things up with a random guy but i can fuck them up with u
blaine: Hey. Sam. Please calm down. Okay? blaine: I’m really sorry I brought it up. I understand everything you’re saying. I’d never let anything ruin us. Ever. You are so important to me. Too important to lose for any reason. blaine: And I mean any. blaine: If that’s a fear of yours? I’m the last person to push you towards something you have the slightest fear of potentially regretting. That’s not who we are for each other.
blaine: Let’s.. Let’s go out. See if we can find you someone worth it. It’ll be fun! blaine: Least you admitted you think I’d be a good kisser? 😉
What was the big deal with those Warbler guys anyway? Everyone around Dalton was so cheerfully talking about them that nearly made Connor sick to his stomach with so many talks about the guys. Not like they were a stripper group or anything. All they did was sing and they were named after a freaking bird! But boy – were they popular. Especially this one creature called Blaine Anderson. He seemed to walk in clouds and sing like a dream and everyone worshiped the damn floor he stepped on. What had that guy to be so special? Who was this… Blaine Anderson? Curiosity took the best of Connor and one afternoon he waited for the Warblers to finish their practice. He had to admit that they knew how to sing – but he had no need for lullabies. He just… wanted to know who this Blaine guy was and what was about them to be so special. So when the Warblers left, all of them bidding Blaine their goodbyes, Connor slithered his way inside the room and closed the doors behind him.
There he was. Bending over a piano and Connor had to tilt his head for a better view. Now he got it. Everyone was after Blaine cause his ass in those pants looked absolutely divine! And that wasn’t any easy feat since the uniform pants were plain horrible. But there he was. Big brown eyes and a gelmet head and… was he really that short? Did he somehow stepped into Middle Earth and ended up meeting with a freaking Hobbit? Definitely the ass. That had to be the only reason why people liked him. Maybe his voice too but Connor wasn’t interested in hearing him sing – unless it was while he made a work out of that ass. A Hobbit with a great ass. Fuck. The world was coming to a fucking end if he actually contemplated it. Heck, Blaine seemed like the sort of guy that would need a stool to look intimidating. But he did had a great ass.
“So you’re Blaine Anderson. THE Blaine Anderson. You’re a long way from Middle Earth, aren’t you?”
Blaine decided to stay behind after a late running Warblers practice and make his night even longer so he could and take advantage of the piano to practice on. There were others inside the Music Room but this one was his favorite. A gift to the Warblers by an alumni who was–also–part of the team more than fifty years ago. Imported from Italy and carrying a price tag that had to be close to a year or more’s tuition. The instrument was a masterpiece and meticulously kept in perfect condition by the Orchestra teacher himself–who was struggling to figure out the culprit was occasionally putting shoe imprints on top of it. Granted, those miraculously stopped happening since a chance late night encounter like this one had him and Blaine crossing paths long enough that he could ask the young Warbler if he had any clue who might be jumping on the thing.
Blaine had ‘no idea!’. But the imprints stopped abruptly.
Except maybe one or two more times. Not that the coincidence went unnoticed by the teacher who gave him knowing glances when they appeared after their conversation.
Tonight–the piano was propped open and footprint free. Blaine tinkered around with notes he struggled to pin down. Frustrated he couldn’t get a full bar of music he wanted to play out–he stood to stretch slender arms, wriggle his fingers loose and bend over so he could leaf through the pages of the song book resting on the bench. One pointer hooked in his tie to loosen it when he stiffened hearing a voice come out of nowhere. Clearly caught off guard–he didn’t hear Connor enter. Or the door close. Blaine did–however–hear what he said. Taking in a deep breath–he straightened up and turned to look at the stranger. His cheeks were pink but he had a brow stuck in the arched position and a flustered flash of a smile was his first response to the greeting. If you call it that.
“Excuse me? Lord of the Rings reference. Nice. I’m more of a Star Wars kind of fan myself but–hey–to each his own. Can I help you with something?”
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