He had to make a few mental reminders to question Sebastian about the fact he had given Blaine a key to the loft. If only because that seemed like something he should have been aware of? Remy was just going to peg the paint smeared rag onto the desk before dropping back against it. His eyes locked to the other as he soaked in the adorable sight of Blaine all but stumbling over his words. “Sebastian has been letting you into the loft and I have’nt noticed? Well now I just feel like the worst brother.” There’s a pause at that his eyes squinting for a moment. ‘Though that does explain where all the hot water has been going.” There’s a quick shake of his long pink hair before he’s pushing off the table to cross the distance that was between them. “I’d shake your hand but I’m pretty sure I have like, nine different colors on them and you’re wearing..well, nevermind.” He waved his hand a little in the air again. Remy had the same confidence as Sebastian but it was a different tone. Sweeter somehow. He still walked around the room like he owned it. And like the world belonged to him but his words lacked that usual bite Sebastian had. “Remy Smythe. It’s a pleasure to meet you Blaine. Sebastian has talked about you a lot…And if you want to sleep. Go ahead. God forbid I distract your plans.” He pointed out, a warm smile on his face.
Stopping just shy of the couch–Blaine lifted both hands and attempted to wave off Remy’s worry that he was seriously missing some guy freeloading in their apartment the entire time he was here. “No! No! I don’t think–I’ve only taken advantage of the offer a handful of times–You probably weren’t–There’s about,” okay that was about three different sentences started and not a single one finished. Stopping as his fingers curled towards his palms and both hands dropped to his sides–Blaine hung his head and rolled his eyes at himself. “Let’s try this again,” he mumbled and looked at Remy’s hands now that he pointed them out. A polite smile curved the edges of his mouth when their eyes met. “Pleasure to meet you, Remy. It’s okay. That’s a lovely shade of a dozen different paint smears though.” Hearing Sebastian talked about him to Remy–a lot–sparked a streak of dread and curiosity. Harmless dread. The kind that makes him wonder what Sebastian said and if he wanted to know–considering. Who knew what Remy’s brother might say about him if he wasn’t around to force him to dial it back. As much as anyone could force Sebastian to do anything he didn’t want to do. Even him. “I promise not much of what he says is true. If it’s anything like I’m guessing. Care to share? Or do I even want to know?” Grabbing the blankets could wait. He already asked. Might as well hear the details.
“As I live and breath. If it isn’t Blaine, freaking Anderson.” Remy was just going to lean against the wall as his head tilted to gaze over at the other boy with a little hint of a smirk. He was holding back a few choice words about what Sebastian had told him about the boy. “Sex on a stick” and “This boy has an ass worthy of a Greek god” were certainly among those. Sebastian had always been a little hyperbolic when it came to compliment a guy, even if it might have been justified in this situation. The Smythe twin was just going to push off the wall, a paint smeared rag in his hands to match the various other paint stains on his white shirt. “You here for pleasure or just to admire some art work?” He asked, his pink hair tilted as he waved his hand around the loft he sometimes shared with his more infamous brother.
Blaine made his way into the apartment using the key that was given to him after several nights of him wandering here to sleep. He was expecting Sebastian to be gone. Home for something his father wouldn’t take no for an answer for. So when he slid out of his coat and tossed it on a chair–the sound of a voice caught him off guard. Pivoting, surprise tinted olive skin bright red and owlish hazel eyes caught sight of the figure who he didn’t realize was there. “Gosh! Sorry! I didn’t see you. Hi. I thought you were gone,” he cracked an embarrassed smile then furrowed his brows at the pink hair. Hang on. No way was that Sebastian. Pink hair? He wouldn’t be caught dead with that. Then it clicked. The voice didn’t line up either. Close but that was no draw of a taunt lingering on the tip of his tongue that normally would greeted him for coming over at this hour. He’d heard stories about the elusive brother he never met. Not that he ever met many of the Smythes. Sebastian wasn’t the ‘hang out with the family’ type to the point he’d have brought Blaine around while doing it. “I–Sebastian lets me crash here,” his voice faded as he cupped the back of his neck and grinned awkwardly meeting Remy’s gaze and shrugging lightly. “Sleep, actually. I was here for sleep but–sorry. I’m Blaine..”
‘ARE you?? ‘ Sebastian spilled the question before he could contain himself. His knuckles whitening as he squeezed his fingers in reaction to his spurt. He swallowed at Blaine’s stuttering. His pulse raising at the thought that maybe, just MAYBE- He never understood Blaine’s thing with Kurt. The minute their eyes met he’d just known Blaine was different. When they talked it was as though everything was falling into PLACE. Fitting. His jaw popped as Blaine spoke again, his lips twisting as he pressed them down. ‘Tell me you didn’t feel it.’ He reached out, impulsively grabbing Blaine’s wrist, their pulses seeming to beat on the same rapid pace to him, as his thumb pressed against it, longingly. ‘Tell me you don’t feel it. I KNOW what I did-’ He gritted his teeth ‘I know you might never forgive me for that, but I can’t- I don’t want to just quit this. I’m not WILLING to just fade back and let you forget all about me. I’m not going to.’
‘Are you??’ and Blaine’s chin tucked down–eyes round, mouth open as if he were about to say something but fell mute. Speechless, dizzy and falling short for words? It’s not the reaction he thought he’d have if that question ever came his way. He should be screaming yes, his heart aches to. Just throw the word out and let Sebastian have it because everything about that question should be ‘YES! Who are you to question it?’ but it’s not and it makes his mouth run dry. It was a desert by the time Sebastian’s hand was on his wrist–a touch that exploded like fireworks in his veins and twisted his stomach because it shouldn’t. Staring down Sebastian’s hand, dark eyebrows wrinkled as he watched his fingers twitch towards the warmth that was just out of reach. “I already forgave you, Sebastian,” a deep sigh followed as he sharply looked up. “Fade? You’re not fading and I couldnever forget you. What if I did feel everything you did?” His shoulders hitched, his breath drawn quick. “What if I say yes but our timing is so off? Or that the last thing I want you to do is to let go of me because I don’t want to walk away knowing I hurt you? How confused it makes me? Because I want–,” lips pressed into a thin line and he couldn’t keep looking into his eyes. Two brands of guilt turned his attention towards the ground. “–What I shouldn’t and I know my time having your patience is running out. Sooner or later..you’re going to forget about me and it’ll be my fault.”
her arms remained crossed, her head tilted just the slightest bit, listening to blaine speak && avoiding eye contact with her best friend. rachel knew it would mean a lot to blaine if she let sebastian move in. && honestly that on it’s own was swaying her even if only a little.
he also had a good point. santana and sebastian were on the same level of snarky ;; she often found herself wondering who was worse. rachel sighed, frustrated that she couldn’t counteract his argument with a better excuse. she already had nothing && she knew it.
“ why do you have to make such a good point? you’re making it harder for me to say no. ”
Blaine went from mimicking her posture to loosening his arms and cupping the back of his neck with his right hand. She still wasn’t making eye contact which meant she was thinking about it and that implied–mostly because this was Rachel and the tide could shift without warning at the drop of a hat–he was getting through to her. Probably. Maybe? Please?
The sigh increased his hope enough that he felt a glimmer of excitement big enough to make him stop chewing his bottom lip and give her a huge, toothy I’m really cute so you should listen to me smile. His eyes widened imploringly beneath a set of lifted brows. Puppy Dog Begging Stare initiated. If she thought his points were hard enough to argue against? Good luck with the true Blaine Anderson superpower. “Two weeks. I’m asking for two weeks. If you still hate him once he settles in and the snark goes down a notch or two? We can talk. Fourteen days, Rachel. Please? Just this once. For me.” –Oh let that work. Do me a favor, universe, and let that work.–
❝ This is getting out of control or nearly just insane, Blaine. And I guess it means something when I’m saying that. Right? ❞
“W e l l–if you want to use that particular way of putting it–yes? You’re right. I mean that in the–I’m agreeing with you because this is getting crazy and you chose to word it like that way. Not in that it has to have an extra dash of insane to live up to your brand way. You know what? I’m going to back track to ten seconds ago and go with–Yes. Question is? How’re we going to fix it?”
‘Just try and listen to me, just try and look at me, I can be someone else for you, I swear I WILL be.
Someone that makes you smile, someone that’s gonna hold you, when darkness comes around.
Whenever you need someone that’s not gonna lie,
someone that would never hurt you …
’
“That’s just it, Sebastian. You should never think you need to be someone else for me. I know that everything you’re saying is true–you could–and it’s from the bottom of your heart. You’ve been so good to me already. More than I deserve you to be. But the problem is–I can’t. We can’t be that–and you know why. It just can’t happen.”
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