Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor '17 Days' by the wonderful and most talented Prince.
Hello all. It's me again.
Thought I might throw a Glee-fic out there and see if anyone enjoys it. It's short and not so sweet. It's based of of Prince's '17 Days'. It was one of those that just kind of came to me.
I tried to keep the main character secret till the end, but you can probably figure out who it is. However, I think I wrote it in a way that you can imagine it being a few different people. That's why I only put Blaine's name on the character list for this one.
Please let me know what you think. I motivates me to write (and post what is already written) more.
Reviews are lovely. Criticize if you feel the need, but try to stay away from the flames.
Enjoy.
Happy reading!
~.~.~.~.~
"17 days. It has been 17 days and 17 long nights." A raspy voice, hardened by the whiskey and cigarettes that he had been living off of, said to the empty hotel room.
It was the very room that he had taken one of his friends to. The said thing was, he had honest intentions. His friend, Blaine Anderson found out that he was going to be in town for the next month or so, so he called him up to let him know of his problems. Everything seemed to have went wrong in the others life. His fiance had left him and now he was back home with nothing to live work towards since he was kick out of school.
He was just trying to be a good friend. He brought the other here so that he could take his mind off of things. Since they were both staying at their parents' homes, it made the most sense. So, a couple beers and a bottle of whiskey later, the two friends were feeling pretty numb and seemed that it was alright to loose them selves in the moment.
"If only I never told Blaine that I had always found him oddly attractive."
That little comment was what changed his life. For he he had never said those words, then Blaine would have never kissed him. If Blaine had never kissed him, he would have never kissed him back.
Just the thought of those soft lips on his own caused the curse to slip. "Damn you, Anderson." He took another drag off of his cigarette as he watched the rain poor down out side. Inside the cheep hotel, he did not care if the rain fell. It could not touch him, like he could not touch Blaine.
When they had woken up after their drunken tryst, The younger and smaller, Blaine, had freaked and ran out the door. He had tried to call him, but Blaine refused to answer him.
He put his cigarette butt out as he took another drink from the bottle in his hand. He glanced over and noticed that he only had two cigarette left. He did not want to leave to get more. For when he was in this room, the very same room that he first slept with another man, he felt a pain in his chest. It made him fee human, even if it hurt like hell.
For when he was were others could see him, he could only be what they wanted to see. No one should know that he had fucked Blaine Anderson and even less should know that it was killing him.
Instead of reaching for one of his remaining cigarettes, he reached for him phone. He went to recent contact and at the top was the number that he had been calling everyday for the last 17. As he listened to the ringing in his ear, he could still barely hear the rain outside.
"You have reached Blaine Anderson. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave your name and number and I will get back to you as soon as I finish this song."
"Dammit!" He exclaimed as he tossed his phone on the bed. Once again he received no answer.
It pissed him off. It pissed him off, because he was sure that someone else had taken in the small brunette to keep him safe from the rain. For there was no way that Blaine Anderson would be alone for too long. He was charming. A word saved for Princes in fairy tales. Yet, it was the best word to describe him.
An hour passed and all he could think about was that night. The feel of skin on skin. The taste of whiskey on the usually pristine Anderson's breath. The sounds of passion. The sight of the lithe young man coming undone under him. The smell of his excitement, the first of another man that he had ever been close to.
He could still taste Blaine's release on his lips if he just closes his eyes for a moment.
He fights, and looses, the urge to call once again. In hopes of a different outcome. Was that not the definition of insanity? He believed so.
"You have reached Blaine Anderson..."
This time his phone hit the wall. He lit one of his last two cigarettes and took a long drag. Once again he took a swig out of his bottle. Grip so sight he thought it should have busted under the pressure by now.
His thought roamed free and he watched and listened to the rain. The pain only growing in his chest. If he was any other, he figured it might have been heartache, or some other sappy made up ailment, but he was who he was. So, no. No, it was just a pain. Maybe even a heart attack.
Everything about that night was etched in his very being. Everything was perfect. He had never had a lover make him feel this way, during or after the fact. But the best moment... The one that most likely was the cause of all this anguish, was when Blaine had called out his release. The sight and sound was so erotic, that he was afraid he might be ruined to ever be with any ones else ever again. Just the very sound of his name on the those soft lips:
"OH GOD! NOAH!"