“Cold? They’re freezing. How, though? Yours are practically an inferno,” slender fingers clamped down onto Bram’s palms as Blaine let his skin soak in the warmth radiating from them. With his hands captured, their homework slid to the floor in front of the couch as the television switched to the ten o’clock news signalling that it was about time to reach a pausing point anyway. Hearing the opening jingle, Blaine groaned that he’d managed to take up all of Bram’s night without barely a break.
“Hey. It’s pretty late. Did you want to stay here tonight? I’ll even make us a way past dinner time–dinner? It’s better than driving across town at this hour?” Plus. They could wake up tomorrow and work some more. Not to mention, the company would be great? Maybe?
“It–what? Oh. You’re going to have to try. Unless you want to be put in time out for the rest of the night?” Bright hazel eyes danced with amusement as he went a few darker shades of crimson over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Blushing as he may be, the smirk and tone he teased back with was on a whole new level of Blaine Anderson Sass. “Cause that’s a thing and you’re well on your way there.”
( mssg » blaine | sent) Don’t think I’m getting out of this one alive, killer. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Just do me a favor and don’t believe what they tell you. ( mssg » blaine | sent) We had something real special, B. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Not sure what happens next, but if I can, i’ll find you. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Just remember I did it all for you. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Everyone needed to know your name. ( mssg » blaine | sent) It was worth it and i’d do it all again. Remember that okay? ( mssg » blaine | sent) Don’t let them talk you into blaming yourself. You’re gonna be the last thing on my mind. ( mssg » blaine | sent) Thanks for the wild ride, Blaine.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) Sebastian? ( mssg » sebastian | sent)
What do you mean you’re not getting out of this alive? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Don’t believe who? What are you saying?
( mssg » sebastian | sent) We did? No. We do. There’s a huge difference. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) The “last thing”? Blaming myself? What is going on?
( mssg » sebastian | sent) Tell me where you are and let me come find you. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) I’m not blaming myself for anything because there’s going to be nothing to blame myself for. Whatever’s happening. Let me help. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Please?
Alright. Spending Spring Break of their Senior Year on a road trip to get away from Westerville and Lima and see something new had a different meaning to Blaine than it did Sam. A road trip to Hershey Park. Maybe over to Chicago to play tourists? You know? That sort of road trip. With hotels that had running water and electricity. Sam, on the other hand? Sam suggested they do something he’d been wanting to do forever. Since they spent a weekend creeping themselves out binge watching youtube videos of guys sneaking into abandoned buildings or places they claimed to be haunted.
A map already pinpointed with places he wanted to go see, ones he researched for weeks was shoved into Blaine’s hand one day at lunch. Sam couldn’t stand still as he threw his sales pitch, weight shifting from side to side and his eyes lit up with a fire that Blaine never could resist being drawn towards. Sam’s excitement about anything was always infectious. By the end of his spiel–Blaine was expecting him to be bouncing off the walls and furniture if he didn’t calm down. Who could say no to that? No one. Especially not him. Within minutes of stuttered pleas and a drawn out ‘but rollercoasters’ that Sam just rolled his eyes at because nothing Blaine countered with could compare to ‘Ghost towns, Blaine. Ghost.TOWNS.’ Blaine tossed in the towel and agreed right as a list of supplies they needed was shoved in his hand and Sam zipped off, a human streak of lightning filled with adrenaline and anticipation.
Good luck to Ms. Peterson. Sam’s American History class was in for a treat.
Okay, that was the beginning. Now, let’s skip ahead to the present. Cause having a moment where he regretted ever saying yes to Sam in his life wasn’t something Blaine pictured until the words ‘girl slaughtered her family in the basement’ hit his ears. Dust billowed around his shoes as the former Warbler came to a sudden stop. His camera fell to hit against his chest as his hand pressed flat against a wall covered in yellowed, dirty wallpaper that once had to be cream with mauve colored roses. “Woah. Woah. Hold up. What did you just say?”
“That’s something you tell someone before they’re..you know? On the steps leading down to the basement in question, SAM.” A bloodbath happened down there? In the creepy, horror movie basement they could barely see into from the kitchen? “We’ve been to three different towns so far. I’ll admit, the school wasn’t the most awesome of places I’ve ever been in the ‘Wow. I really don’t want to die at the hands of a weird family of hillbillies that made this their town and have been following us this entire time.’ list. This, though? This tops the cake.” Not that he had anything else on this “list”. But that’s besides the point! Springing something that heavy right out of the blue? Not cool.
A half-hearted glare was shot up at him from the corner of Blaine’s eyes as he shook his head and clicked on his flashlight. “You owe me big time for this one.” Here comes the under the breath grumble aimed at Sam’s back, complete with smirking pout. “Ifwedon’tdie.”
Blaine suddenly wished he stayed home instead of showing up for a sleepover complete with a round of Seven Minutes In Heaven and Spin The Bottle (how many make out games can a group of seniors come up with..? okay.. a lot.) with stolen liquor and way too much time on their hands to entertain themselves. What he wasn’t expecting was when things got quiet and half the party fell asleep? Someone would get the bright idea to mess with the freaking occult. A party game? More like.. I might not have spent many years with my Grandmother but it was WAY enough to know not to mess with ghosts game.
Blowing out a breath, he stared down at the board that was left out on the table like a game of Monopoly abandoned out of boredom. One hand curled into a fist propped against a hip while the other raked through his hair and cupped the back of his neck, rubbing back and forth. You could practically feel the I don’t want to be here radiating from the former Warbler while he tried to pass it off as nothing.
“I don’t know but we should probably put it away. It’s spooky sitting there like that.“ Wouldn’t you know? He gestured at the board and looked at Sam expectantly like he was waiting for something. By we..he more or less meant Sam should do the thing. Cause touching it? Nah. It didn’t take two people, after all. And! Oh look! Conveniently, he remembered he left their food upstairs! “I’ll go get us something to eat. Meet you in the kitchen?”
One final, nope look at the ‘game’ and Blaine Anderson was on his way out! A pivot on his heel and he spun around in the direction of the steps to abort this mission on the asap.
he was sitting at a table inside a coffee shop near campus, enjoying a black coffee. it was something he desperately needed. his energy was depleted from being up so late the previous night, and getting up early that day. laptop was opened and he was working on his notes for his health and disease class. the final exam was approaching quickly and he wasn’t ready yet. he placed his pen down, only to start rubbing his temples. brown irises look up at nothing in particular across the room. as his eyes focus he sees an unfamiliar face. blaine was standing just a few feet from him. he couldn’t help but laugh to himself.
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i don’t even know why I am surprised to see you here. ❞
Blaine shifted the weight of his brown leather satchel from one shoulder to the opposite as he waited for his coffee. A grateful smile was given to the barista when she handed it over. Oh, he’d been looking forward to this since the class before the one that just finished. The smell alone practically made it worth the wait as he pulled the plastic lid off and inhaled a fresh brew. Stopping at the condiment counter, he grabbed a couple sugar packets and was about to sit his coffee down when a familiar voice caught his attention. No way. Awestruck, he glanced over his shoulder at the source, brows shoved together and blinked. Holy… Nick Duval?
“Nick? No way. How? It’s good to see you! How did I not know you were in New York?”
{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?
( sms to: blanderson ) Yeah, that’s right. When i see you I’ll give you a real one too. ( sms to: blanderson ) Oh yeah? What’s the most exciting thing you’ve done recently? Singing Lady Gaga at karaoke night instead of Katy Perry? ( sms to: blanderson ) Bite me dude. ( sms to: blanderson ) Laziness. I so don’t want to move.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) That’d be rude but I’ve come to expect it from you. Especially when you’re Mr. Hungover Grumpy Pants. That finger sticks up so often, I get checked for a nervous tick if I were you. ( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I don’t think I’ve had it directed at me before so it’s about time it’s my turn. ( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I do more than karaoke, thank you very much. Our versions of fun are just different. You prefer to face plant into shrubbery. I prefer to make sure the events of my evenings do not end up with me getting tangled in a bush. To each his own.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I guess you could turn your bed into a bath before you try moving. I’d suggest that seeing as how you’re going to be sore as heck after sleeping curled up on cold porcelain all night.
( sms → blaine anderson → sent ): uh, it’s cool ( sms → blaine anderson → sent ): your voice ain’t bad ( sms → blaine anderson → sent ): but the song choice is ( sms → blaine anderson → sent ):we gotta work on that
( mssg » sam | sent ) im’ stillsoryy because i don’t think most of it made sense ( mssg » sam | sent ) thanks! taht means a lot! ( mssg » sam | sent ) Wahts wrong with my song choice? ( mssg » sam | sent ) I picked taht one all for you caus it seemed liek a good idea at the time.
( mssg » sam | sent ) GEnesis is a classic choice.
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