" seriously though nick," Blaine smiled and blew a large puff of smoke up into the space above his head. "You should have seen the guy. Freaking 'A' dude. I mean sure he has the whole terribly tragic pure virgin thing going on but well, We can soon fix that, hey." Blaine smirked and flicked his tongue bar against the inside of his teeth.
Nick sighed, rolling his eyes and Blaine and pinching his bridge in-between his finger and thumb. " For The love of god Blaine! Leave the damn kid alone. Don't drag another person into your messed up, crazy little schemes." Blaine looked down at his hands on the table, his fingers slowly entwining into each other as he refused to meet his friends gaze. "How many times, I'm sorry nick, I'm sorry I dragged you into my dark, messy little world" for a moment the brave, cocky facade slipped from Blaine's voice to reveal a shy, scarred broken little boy, it was only for a second, a quick flash before his trademark smirk was painted back on his face and the venom was back in his voice. " But I was under the impression you enjoyed it nick, actually if I remember correctly you were highly vocal about it all." Nick shifted uncomfortably in his seat the memories of long nights pressed against Blaine filled his mind, his taste of mint and cigarettes and vodka, the way Blaine's fingers tugged on the roots of his hair. Suddenly the whole room felt way waaay to hot.
"I told you Blaine" nick choked out swallowing thickly, trying to force the memories away. "I'm not like that anymore. I'm not that person anymore Blaine. I..." Nick paused and sucked in a large breath through his front teeth, simultaneously running a hand through his hair "I have Jeff now. Things are good. I'm good," he pulled his arm out of his Dalton blazer and flung it on the table in front of Blaine. A small, white scar ran from the soft flesh at the inside of his elbow to halfway down his arm in a gentle curve, and a small crescent shaped mark lay just above it, "You leave marks thought Anderson, and Jesus fucking Christ just no. You can't keep doing it." He closed his eyes and let the memory of how he gained the scars fill his mind. Blaine. Blaine being rough, and angry. Blaine no knowing his own strength, and throwing Nick across the room. The sound of the glass table smashing underneath him. The searing pain up his arms, the hot sticky blood dripping down. Blaine s voice ' look at all that blood nick. So pretty nick. So pretty. What a waste...' the feeling of Blaines tongue lapping at the spilt liquid. The metallic taste of it on blaines tongue mixing in his mouth. He pushed the memories away " I-I can't let you do that to someone else Blaine, I just- Just can't" he blinked back tears " I'm so sorry" he stood up and pushed himself away from the table "I just can't" and he swiftly left the building