v: still thinking! – pianokeysandbowties back up

sam.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh man no, never. When in doubt send it out, thats my motto. well it is now. so simple, but so awesome. that is a favor i can literally do 24/7.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) okay that sounded creepy but i promise it wasnt creepy. i’m glad, gonna make that a daily record and work my way up.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Those are all pretty good brain words too. Pretty sure it might be weird, but yours is still awesome. You still have the most important Star Wars facts, and all the real good Harry Potter books somewhere up there.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) You were thinking about me??. n Whao dude seriously? That’s amazing, i totally want more time to talk too! Yeah totally!1 Tomorrow is good. Yeah for sure, the gavel guys won’t mind if i come???
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Yeah no that would be awesome sure. My scheudles CLEAR.

( mssg » sam | sent ) 24/7? Are you sure you understand what you are signing up for? I could be a complete insomniac who likes to talk his head off in the middle of the night and you’re blindly agreeing to it.

( mssg » sam | sent )

I think making someone smile comes effortlessly to you.

( mssg » sam | sent )

I have some great Star Wars facts up in there, sure. I haven’t thought too hard on Harry Potter but I can give it a go and see what comes to mind. Thank you for making it as simple as that to judge whether or not my brain is still awesome. I wish everyone could be convinced as simply.

( mssg » sam | sent )

Yes. Is it amazing like you said? Or strange? You can say it’s strange if it is. The gavel guys? Ha! They’ll forever be known as that now. Thanks. They will be fine if you come. I’ll tell them you’re giving us an outsider’s perspective on our performances before we test run them to the whole school.

( mssg » sam | sent )

Great! You’re coming to practice tomorrow. You can even sing along if you know the songs. We can make you an honorary Warbler.

( mssg » sam | sent )

Sam? Can I ask you a few things? First… Are you okay?

sam.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Dude.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Dude.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine hey!!! omg. I’m always up and Ofc I can talk. Dude no, you could literally never bother me. You have no idea how happy I am that you even texted. Like I honestly didn’t think i’d ever get a text from you again and it pretty much just made my whole week seeing your name pop up on my screen. I didn’t believe it at first.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) who’s rambling now am i right?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Nah, that’s just you being you for sure. it’s so crazy how somethings stick and somethings dont. brains are weird, man.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Whats up?

( mssg » sam | sent ) I’m so glad I didn’t wake you up. I’ve been laying here wondering if I should send something this late. Then I realized the longer I waited, the later it was getting and I better hit send before I end up wasting any more time. I’m glad I had the chance to make you that happy with something so simple. When, honestly, you’re doing me the favor now with keeping me company.

( mssg » sam | sent ) It’s a good kind of rambling. You made me smile.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Weird is a great word for them. Frustrating. Miraculous. Messy. Those, among others, too. Weird is the best one though.
( mssg » sam | sent ) I was thinking about you. About our talk the other day. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. I wish we had more time to talk. Maybe we could do that tomorrow? After Warblers practice? You could come if you want to?

just..speak.

Sebastian was freaking himself out with this kiss. Normally, a kiss was nothing to him. It was a precursor to get some decent sex so that he’d be on his way. With Blaine, he actually put something into this. His eyes were closed and unready to open so long as his lips were in contact with Blaine’s. His own heart skipped a bit faster. A feeling he hadn’t felt. The butterflies in his stomach were out of control but he loved ever second of it. Goddamnit, Blaine Warbler.

His lips sensually and ever so meticulously moved with the latter male’s. It was an insanely good kiss. Was this what it meant to have fireworks? The one hand that remained on Blaine’s cheek dropped to his shoulder. He didn’t want to, but he needed to. Pulling away from the kiss he caught his breath. Not knowing what to say, a laugh left him as he looked down only to glance back up and look Blaine in the eye.

The smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of his mouth. Sebastian, for a moment, lost himself in those incredible hazel eyes. Play it off cool. But FUCK, his lips actually were soft.

“You uh, kiss well. Pretty nice.”

Blaine felt his heart hiccup into his throat when Sebastian didn’t pull away after a simple peck. He should know better considering who was slotted between his calves with their lips pressed to his. There was nothing about what they were doing that could be labelled, simple. Or–even okay. This wasn’t okay. It wasn’t okay to finally let his eyes slip closed. It wasn’t okay to let go of the couch before he tore holes in it and for his fingers that’d had their color bled out at the knuckles from the grip to ache and throb as they wrapped around each one of Sebastian’s wrists. It wasn’t okay to keep his hands where they were by holding them tight.

–And it wasn’t okay to feel his head fall back because it was too heavy and he was reeling when their lips finally parted. Or to be holding onto Sebastian’s skin because he needed something–anything–to pull him back down to the ground. Nothing was okay with what he was doing and—he was doing it. So softly, so delicately and so–so with a want for it to not end when that’s exactly what it had to do.

The weight of Sebastian’s stare pressed the last pull of gravity onto his senses and when their eyes met–Blaine’s were swallowed up by his pupils and dazed. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Except for the way his calves bulged and tightened against Sebastian’s sides, toes dug into the couch and his chest sucked in air. “I–Yeah. You do too. Sebastian. I..” –Talk, Blaine. Talk. Tell him you have to go. Tell him you can’t. That you’re sorry.– But nothing came out.

taste testing.

“It’s not like I happen to love musical theatre, Blaine. I may be a cold hearted douche, but I’m a cold hearted douche that loves the stage. I seem to be impressing you more and more as the night progresses though.” His eyes weren’t removed from his work. Another pot was set up as he began to cook the sauce just in time to catch the filet mignon. The kitchen had a delicious scent of well cooked meat and a decadent sauce.

Sebastian shook his head and threw his hands up playfully, “Well excuse me for assuming the worst of ignorance in you.” Sebastian plopped a veggie into his mouth while he waited. Clapping his hands off of any excess food he went to wash his hands. With the wine coming back just in time he popped the top of it and went over to the steaks. Pouring the tiniest bit into the pan, he made a quick pleased noise. “Oh, no. They wont even know it’s missing. That’s the cheap wine. The cellar downstairs is where the Smythe family fortune is. Plus, I don’t want you to have to blow your tuition money on red wine I can replace easily.” The “cheap wine” was by no means cheap. Sebastian just had no real respect for money as the son & teenager of two extremely wealthy parents.

“Wanna taste the sauce for me?” Scooping up a little bit into a ladle he blew on it ever so slightly and held it out for Blaine.

“I’m sorry I misjudged you. Don’t know why it just didn’t connect. You just seemed the type to roll your eyes at one too many sappy showtunes. And if it’s impressing me you’re trying for? You really don’t need to try all that hard. Really. You’re doing just fine.” He cleared his throat and smoothed the edge of his thumb across the label on the wine bottle one last time. Was that too much to say? Too inappropriate?

Sebastian didn’t make learning what was too much or not enough very easy. He was lforced to figure it out on his own. And, God, it was a challenge. “I’m excited to see you on an actual stage. Instead of only the Warblers Common Room.” The bottle was handed over and he held up a palm to make Sebastian pause. “I’m not saying that you weren’t great. You were.” His fingers curled towards his palm and he stuffed both loose fists into his pockets, shrugging once they were tucked away. “All I mean is–. If you’re half as amazing at Sectionals? Giving you song ideas is probably redundant and only going to make my life harder with the New Directions if we’re going to beat you. Which we will,” he teased with a grin. “Then I’ll buy you a bottle of wine as an I’m sorry. No cheap stuff either. Promise..”

“I’d love to. I thought you’d never ask. That smells way too good,” his right hand lifted up to curl around the bend of Sebastian’s elbow as he leaned in for a taste.