“you new here?” hopefully, she’s right, otherwise… this is awkward as hell.“this place isn’t too bad… well, for a high school. you could probably do way worse.”
“Is it that obvious?” Blaine’s smile tints a faint crimson as he nudges his satchel further up his shoulder. Two days in and he’s managing not to get too lost. Celebrate the small miracles, right? “You like it here then? It still feels like a mixed bag to me. Don’t tell anyone I said that though,” he grins trying not to sound too negative but..he’s homesick. Very homesick.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) Hey. I’m sorry to bother you but are you awake? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) I know it’s late but I can’t sleep. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Guess that’s sort of obvious. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) I could just use someone to talk to. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Anyway. If you don’t see this til morning, I totally get it. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Just one of those nights, you know?
Blaine dissolves. The fingers in his hair work their magic and lure him into a brief silence. Long lashes dip down as his eyes close and for a moment, he just floats away. A weakness he doesn’t mind being taken advantage of by a certain someone? You could say that. His quiet is broken up at first by a hum. Then a smirk follows as his eyes open and squint up at the culprit. He’s only half joking when he whispers with a playful amount of sing song in his tone. “I hope you know what you just signed up for. And just how stuck you are right now.” Further proving his point, his head tilts towards a pale palm. Legs tangle together.
“honestly —- never have the words ‘think of oingo boingo’ elicited such hope in anyone,” billy laughs. “and though you have a wonderful point, dear, i think we’d all just be better off if i keep my musical talents -” or lack thereof “- to myself and focus on the things i DO succeed in. like wearing astonishing amounts of make-up and MASS eating blondies.” speaking of – the plastic container is offered out. “they’re homemade.”
“I’m glad it did. Otherwise? I’d have to question what company I’m keeping.” A joking wink was sent Billy’s way before Blaine chuckled. Dear? The term of endearment made his smile last a longer than it might have now that he was arching a brow and plucking out a blondie from the container. “Well. They smell delicious. Thank you. Plus, you always look great, so..” He broke a corner off but squinted thoughtfully over the top of his fingers. “If singing isn’t your thing? You could always try doing make-up? Costuming? If you haven’t noticed? I’m determined to get you involved. Maybe it’s just because that means I’ll get more of these if you are,” he joked and popped the piece in his mouth giving Billy the chance to catch up.
The entire room was decked out in so much pink and red, he felt like he was stuck inside one of those ads for those love sex motels out in the Poconos. Yes, it was a Valentine’s Day but did they really have to make the entire place look like a kleenex box he decorated in fifth grade for his classmates to stuff cheap store bought cards into? Wow, his mood was sour. Blame it on his favorite holiday taking a swing back to GAP Attack status. Thank God the bartender behind the bar didn’t seem to care the slightest about how fake an i.d. looked judging by the glasses of wine he saw Santana and Quinn flashing earlier.
They inspired him to give his own try a go. Two glasses of merlot to nurse away smiling through his song on stage and he was just on the okay this is getting better side of a mood change thanks to the inspiration of the contents of his glass. And his newfound company that saddled up to the bar beside him. The crowd was starting to die out. Two by two, Blaine watched his friends disappearing towards the lobby of the hotel towards points rather obvious. Non-stop jokes and sardonic comments from Puck had him laughing at the latest and greatest. A nonchalantly spoken, ‘I’d totally fuck you,’ to his comment about how he and Puck were doomed to be the only ones gettingunlucky tonight and how unfair it truly was.
The chuckle died out on his tongue when he noticed that Puck was watching him, his eyes still lit up with his own half-laugh until neither one of them were laughing anymore. Their eyes met (because Blaine caught himself staring not at the twinkle he admired a beat ago but the way Puck’s mouth was curved–what was going on in Puck’s mind?)–he did not expect his stomach to feel like he’d just went over the rest of the world’s tallest rollercoaster. Free-falling and light as air. Just like the tone of his voice when he heard himself say..
“I..um.. I have a room..” Loop one put his heart in his throat. Yes, he just said that..
“i do often wish i could sing but unfortunately any future musical endeavours i make will have to consist solely of SPOKEN WORD layered over eighties electronic dance music.” though it would still sell tremendously well, of course. ( let a boy dream. )
“Maybe that’s your niche though? I mean. Think of Oingo Boingo. They started out a little weird but now the whole world has Danny Elfman because of it. Think of the music we’d be missing out on if he didn’t give strange a try?” Hey. Got to look for the positives right? Dream away, Billy. Dream away.
In less than a couple of weeks, Jesse Saint James managed to become a staple in Blaine’s usually closed off and comfortably repetitive (but not so much anymore thanks to a certain someone) day-to-day. The recent resurfacing of a face from his past had come completely out of the blue and Blaine was in no way, shape, or form ready for Ohio to close in again since he’d done a pretty superb job of putting as much distance between him and what used to be home as he could. Years have gone by and he’d finally convinced himself he moved on from there and everything about it.
Enter someone he least expected? Reminding him of the future he’d told his teenage self was a pipe dream best left somewhere between Westerville and his first flight to New York City. At first? All Blaine could do was laugh, shake his head and tell him he’d keep in touch. When he walked out of the coffee shop that night? Empty promise. Keeping in touch was the last thing on his mind. Until he was awake at four o’clock in the morning and it was the only thing.
He called the number Jesse insisted on typing into his phone two days later..
Jump forward to now? Lunches before work became dinners after. Dinners became night caps. Night caps became someone to talk to at a quarter past two because he hasn’t left and you haven’t told him he needs to. When you’ve been left alone for years lying to yourself that you didn’t miss something like this, something like this becomes way too nice. So you don’t stop it three nights in a row. And they start to talk about everything.
Including dating life. Why they’re both single. How long it’s been since he’s even had someone to make out with after work cause drunk guys are sloppy and not his thing. A dry spell as dusty as the desert. That’s where he’s been. “At least we both get what that’s like. Misery loves company. Sorry for you, though. Not something I’d wish on anyone. But with the menu I’ve had? I think I’m just destined to go solo on that front forever..” He was only half joking
I’d totally fuck you.
That record scratch screech in movies? Yeah that happened in Blaine’s brain. The reflection of Jesse in the mirror behind him as he combed still damp hair back stole his attention so hard his hands were still in the air as he shot back. “Oh? You would? Sure. Prove it..” The splash of warmth in his stomach and how hard his Adam’s apple bobbed when he forced himself to swallow the realization that his tongue just betrayed him made his brain misfire even worse. Slack lips parted around words that didn’t come. Slick. Real slick. Good job.
kenny nodded over at the stranger, a part of him able to understand his troubles. it would be quite jarring to end up somewhere new, he thought, a place you never intended to end up in, that you don’t even know. he knew he felt like that, when he first woke up. now, it is simply normal, but a part of him still remembered those old feelings, holding onto them into an attempt to feel more… normal.
“that sounds rough, man. do you think they can save your car? i know there’s a mechanic not too far from this place,” kenny offered, giving the man a small smile in return. he collected a few glasses from the bar, trying to keep his mind busy, chuckling lightly.“i wish – i’m working here tonight… but it’s a pretty deadplace today. nice to see a new face – i’m kenny.”
Blaine didn’t mean to unload the way he had and he’d caught the day creeping onto his tone more than he wanted it to. A sure sign he was tired but his mind was going the hundred miles an hour that his car was officially checked out from clocking until they got the parts they needed sent in. A brow quirked up. “Oh! Yeah. That shouldn’t be a problem. They ordered the parts before I left. But it’ll be a few days. Hopefully by Friday? Or I get to spend the weekend learning all about this place.” Which didn’t seem like it needed more than an hour to learn.
Compared to New York City? A town like this felt like a blip on the map. But the dinner was good and the drinks were cheap. Now that he had someone to talk to after going a few days without? Maybe a break didn’t seem that bad. A few day break. Not an all weekend one. Or Cooper was going to end up having to go back to work before he even got there. “Ah. Sorry. I didn’t notice. Maybe after your shift then? If that’s a thing they allow? I’m Blaine. Nice to meet you, Kenny.” He offered a hand. “Care to fill me in on what there is to do here?”
( mssg » | sent ) Who was it then? It had to be someone who knows me. ( mssg » | sent ) More than just on the surface, too. That’s the worst part. ( mssg » | sent ) I’m not sure I want to leave my room. Sorry. ( mssg » | sent )
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