“ If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left. ”
“That’s just it, Santana. You have me. We have each other. No matter what, you aren’t going to lose me. You can’t. Okay? We’ll figure things out from here. I mean..if we’ve hit the bottom.. The only way we can go is up. Right..?”
[text:Blaine]Aww dude…u’r making me blush [text:Blaine] Thanx 4 noticing tho ☺️ [text:Blaine] And just so you know -cause everybody love compliments, right? [text:Blaine] U’r hot 2!!
( mssg » sam | sent ) That’ was the whoel poitn. I like it when you blush. IT makes you even cuter. which is seriously unfair because you’re already cute enough without doint me that. ( mssg » sam | sent ) who am I kidding? Your whole face is unfairr ( mssg » sam | sent ) I am? Taht’s kindof you to say. I’ll pretend liek you really meant it and aren’t just saying it cause you’re too sweet to take a compliment whtowut giving one back.
( mssg » sam | sent) Wish Icoudl say I’m sorry for makng you blush but I’d be lying. ( mssg » sam | sent) yourE welcome, i mean I noticed a long time ago but I ( mssg » sam | sent) fOrgot whre I was going with that. oh wow I ‘m drunk. this is Pucks’ fautl ( mssg » sam | sent) Thank you forsaying that. I know that we ar just friends but I jsut want you to knwo you are beautiful and I adore you isndie and out. ( mssg » sam | sent) that didn’t sound as good as I thought it would when I heard it in my head.
“You can’t think like that, Squirt, you’re not going to let anyone down,” Cooper told him, his voice was a little firmer than usual, mostly because he hated Blaine being so hard on himself. That wasn’t his kid brother, and he didn’t want him ending up on some sort of downward spiral. He turned his head to the side when Blaine dropped down into the vacant seat next to him. He let out a sigh, turning his body a little more so that he was facing him directly, and placed his hands on Blaine’s shoulders as he forced him to look at him. “I’m more worried about tonight, if I’m being honest, B,” his voice was a little softer now, tipping his head a little so that he could meet Blaine’s eyes, like he was trying to find something in them, something that Blaine wasn’t saying aloud.
“You sure this is just about the competition?” he asked, his question lingering in the air as he removed a hand to let Blaine pick up his cup to take a sip of his drink. He could smell his own drink, but that could wait a few more minutes, he just wanted answers right now. “You know you can talk to me Squirt, about anything,”
Cooper settling in close with his hands on his shoulders caught Blaine’s attention more than just the sound of his voice as they spoke and Blaine did his best to make his own steady and not so lost. The warmth seeping into his skin from Cooper’s palms was much more comforting than sitting at a table, close to someone but still feeling alone. Hearing that Cooper was worried pushed Blaine’s bottom lip up against the other in an apologetic pout of a frown. He met Cooper’s gaze only after his brother chased his down a couple times as Blaine tried to dart his to more neutral territory before Cooper ended up locking his attention into his bright blue stare.
The question hit him square in the chest. He wasn’t fully prepared to answer something he came downstairs to try to shake off. “I… I know I can. I promise. It’s not that I don’t think I can talk to you, Coop.” Raising a hand to cover the top of the one Cooper left behind on his shoulder, Blaine gave his hand a squeeze and his expression softened. “It’s not that. I’m just,” he frowned hating that he was still trying to find excuses or skirt around the question even when Cooper was clearly concerned. Caving in, Blaine deflated and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I just feel like this is the only thing I can control right now. Everything else, in my life and head, is just so chaotic. This is the one thing that shouldn’t be but I can’t focus enough for it not to start slipping into that same mess and it feels like it is..”
Sebastian lunged Blaine into him as he wrapped his arms around him his heart stammering against his chest, making his hands shaky as they closed on Blaine’s back. He squeezed him tight. So tight it hurt. Before tugging him more into his arms, if that was possible and pressing his face onto Blaine’s shoulder. Taking full advantage of the other’s position sat over the counter. ‘God, Blaine.’ His voice was wet, and his eyebrows creased painfully. One of his co-workers had gotten a call about an injured partner, and they’d thought the message was fort Sebastian for a moment. And it had scared the WITS out of him, before the mix up was fixed. He’d been one step out the door for the hospital, actually already getting into his car, when his boss stopped him. Just the mere thought of Blaine being hurt in anyway, had left him completely out of it.
Blaine had no idea what was coming for him. A puzzled expression was tossed over his shoulder when he heard the door open and close. Rather loudly and a little early for Sebastian to be home, mind you. He barely had time to call out a greeting–his ‘Hey! What are you doing home so soon?’ came out more like a.. ‘H–uh!’ as he was grabbed and pulled into Sebastian’s chest. Hard. “Sebastian??” Instantly thinking something terrible happened by Sebastian’s expression and how he’d run at him and was now squeezing him so tight he couldn’t breathe, Blaine grabbed on just has hard as he was sat on the counter. His hand instantly buried itself in the cool soft of Sebastian’s hair as his legs wrapped around a slender waist trying to keep him as close as possible. By the time his other half was tucked away? Worry pooled inside of his stomach so deep it was making him sick. “Honey. Honey. What’s wrong? What’s the matter?”
Hearing a child that small use a word like horrendous would have been impressive. If it wasn’t aimed directly at him. Blaine sat stunned, mouth partially open as he subconsciously closed the top button of his vest as if a mere inch worth of fabric being shut would somehow fix the problem. Hazel gaze shifted towards the parent sitting in the seat next to the little ball of sass. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. A half-embarrassed laugh and a quick apology? Or a frustrated roll of his eyes and a ‘sorry, it’s close to naptime’ excuse? Either one of those would be perfectly acceptable. Kids will be kids.
Neither one happened..
His jaw dropped even further when the parent not only backed their child up, he reaffirmed the insult and had Blaine’s gaze dropping down to the plaid Perry Ellis print he was wearing. “I..um.” Burrowing his brows, he tried to regain some semblance of knowing the English language back and once the initial shock wore off? The fact he was offended settled in. He wasn’t, and never would be, the type to be mean to a child. However? Fine. You know what? More than one way to have a comeback. Turning his expression upside down, he looked back to the little one and smiled gently.
“Hi. My name is Blaine Anderson. I bet you didn’t know I work for a school close by. Guess what?” Digging into the leather satchel he carried, he withdrew a rather obnoxiously large chocolate bar with the Dalton Academy emblem on the front. One of those sorts of candy bars all schools sold. “We’re having a fundraiser for the Humane Society. It’s a place that helps lost and sad animals be safe until they can find families to love them. I’m supposed to be selling these but,” without asking he handed the bar to a pair of waiting tiny hands, “You can have one. Maybe if you like it? Daddy will buy another.” There was enough sugar and caffeine in that chocolate to have two kids hanging off the ceiling. Insult A Stranger-Junior was the sole owner. They melted quick, too. An added bonus.
That’s when he met Jesse’s gaze again. A sparkling sense of justice and amusement dancing in his. Next time, maybe someone would keep their insults to themselves. After they unattached their messy, chocolate faced and handed child from the rafters.
This was the look of rather tired, and slightly annoyed teenager. Yes,he was much younger than most of people his older half brother new, but he wasn’t some child. And at times that’s how he felt when around them. Of course the younger had friends of his own, none of them close, he wanted to keep them at arms length for a good reason. He wasn’t going to stay. Barry had bigger plans, once that he knew Sebastian didn’t approve of. Not completely. Anyway that was years away, there was still time, and he needed to focus on the here and now. Especially the now, considering this was not his idea, and he looked anything, but impressed. “For real?” he uttered, scrunching up his nose a little, “This was so not what I had in mind,” was the grumble, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Why am I here again?”
Blaine had no idea why he agreed to give piano lessons to someone who, by what he was able to grasp from Sebastian’s vague explanation, never asked for them and might not have the slightest interest. He figured it was part of Sebastian’s plan to keep his mind occupied and his days away from school a little less lonely with so many of his friends and boyfriend busy planning what they were going to do with their lives once they left Lima. In turn–him. His quiet and withdraw didn’t go unnoticed by his Warbler friend. Too many turned down online tournaments, texts unanswered until a day later, and just..a quiet that Blaine sank into. Not on purpose. It just happened. And, suddenly, he had a favor plopped into his lap that Sebastian wouldn’t take any excuse for. Now, he stood in the foyer of his house staring at the other Smythe who was–apparently–dropped off by Sebastian with no introduction.
“I’m..um. Hello,” fingers twitched at his side before lifted his left hand to rub the back of his neck and smiled. This was awkward. He was making it worse. “My name is Blaine.. I’m your brother’s friend,” he cringed inwardly at stating the obvious then perked up as a means of recovery. “Sebastian thought that you might like piano lessons? I’m guessing he still hasn’t told you that you might want them judging by your surprise at being here..”
“Is it weird that before you and Kurt dated he had the hots for me?” Sam asked, or more accurately blurted out as he laid stretched out across Blaine’s bed after a long period of silence between them. Silence wasn’t bad, not between Blaine and Sam, especially when they were knee deep in comics or playing video games, or just laying about listening to music. It was comfortable. But often broken but ‘deep’ revelations that swirled around in Sam’s head when he wasn’t using his brain to formulate intelligent conversation. “I mean, would I be the bowtie guy? If that had happened?” He asked, turning onto his stomach and resting his face in his hands, his elbows propping him up. “I’d have like slicked back hair and wear tight pants?” He raised a brow in genuinely thought and some confusion.
Blaine stretched, hazel eyes lazily roaming over the patterns the paint and texture created on the ceiling above his bed. Being like this was so easy with Sam. Relaxed and letting the pressure of the outside worl– friendship problems, practicing performances, studying and anything else that normally zapped away so much of his attention on a daily basis–all fade into a comfortable quiet. A welcome break that seeped into his muscles and drained it all away. Success! He finally found the face of the puppy he once made out of a sweep of a paintbrush and some plaster as a kid he’d been trying to find up there ever since he stopped seeing it. Or how he could cloud dream other objects up above. Likw rhw horse jumping into the dark shadow between the ceiling and the forest green striped wallpaper he was imagining as Sam spoke up. A brow lifted and Blaine’s lips curved into a small, quizzical smile at the question. It took him a second to recover from the innocent adorable that was entirely Sam Evans when he slipped into his philosophical self before he could answer. “I don’t think that you would have literally become me. I mean–I was already me. But,” he darted his gaze back and forth across Sam’s. “I can definitely imagine the flannel and bowtie look on you. Not bad in my head. We could always put one on you and see. However? I like your hair just fine without the gel..” To prove it, Blaine reached one hand over and ruffed it up into haywired blond strands before breaking out into a chuckle that scrunched his nose. “Yeah. Perfect. Just the way it is. I’m curious. Why do you ask?”
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