I'm back with chapter seven. This chapter will also be in Blaine's point of view. Enjoy...or don't, that's cool too.
PS: I own nothing but my OCs and my idea.
Disclaimer: Any mistakes are my own and I apologize for them.
Warning: This chapter will get a tad steamy. They are teenagers so cut 'em some slack. Carry on : )
Recap: Brandon drove Blaine to his house so he could help Tyler with his band's showcase. After a few hours of nonstop planning, Kenley made the boys stop and get dinner. While Blaine was getting changed out of his uniform, Brandon was getting assaulted by some mystery thug. After receiving a call from a worried Kenley, Blaine set out to find Brandon and find him he did; in a heap next to his car, bloodied and unconscious. Blaine called the paramedics and Brandon was rushed to the hospital. Brandon's family arrived as Brandon was waking up and everyone witnessed Brandon's freak-out on the doctor. Blaine received an anonymous phone call telling him that if Brandon makes another mistake, it was going to get much worse.
Something Like You
I ended up hitching a ride back to the Chinese food restaurant with Kenley so I could get my car back home. I had some trouble getting my car started and thank goodness Kenley was there or it wouldn't have started. "Thanks, Kenley. I appreciate the help."
"Anytime, Blaine. It's the least I can do." I smiled and went to get in my car but Kenley stopped me. "I have a question for you, Blaine."
"What's up?"
"This might be a dumb question but I'm going to ask it anyway." I gave her a look and she continued. "Do you like my brother?" I froze. Sure I wanted to tell her the truth but it still felt too soon to admit anything to anyone else. "Well?"
I just sighed and figured I would take the verbal abuse. "Yes."
"Good." I did a double take, unsure of what I heard.
"Wait, what?"
"I'm glad you like him, Blaine. I would hate for him to have moved here and gotten ridiculed for being gay. He may not show it but it does hurt him when someone makes an insensitive comment. You should have seen him when someone had called him and his ex 'faggots' when they were walking down the street. We couldn't get him out of his room for a week." I found it hard to believe that someone like Brandon had that much of a fragile ego but it happens to the best of us. "Since I have a feeling you two are going to become an item, I only ask that you don't hurt him. He's a sweet kid and he's had too many jerks take advantage of him."
"I promise not to hurt him."
"Good. Well, we better get home before our phones start ringing."
"Good idea. Thanks again, Kenley." We both got in our respective cars and headed home. When I got home, the lights were off and that usually meant my parents were asleep. I pulled into my driveway, parked my car, shut it off and headed inside. I made as little noise as possible heading to my room, hoping not to wake my parents. I made it to my room, turned the light on and threw my keys on my bed. As I emptied my pockets in order to change out of my pants, my phone went off so I scrambled to get to it before it got too loud.
"Hello?"
"Hey Blaine." My heart jumped in my throat at the sound of Brandon's voice on the other line.
"Brandon! Hey, what's up? You okay?"
"As okay as I could be, seeing as I just got out of the hospital."
"Okay, that was a stupid question. I'm sorry."
"Don't sweat it. Hey, look at your window." I looked at my window and saw Brandon waving at me. "Did you know you could see my room from here?"
"Actually, I did." I could feel my cheeks get hot with embarrassment but I didn't want to lie to him.
"Oh. You didn't happen to catch me changing last night did you?"
"Guilty. I'm sorry if that makes me seem like a creeper. I tried to look away but my hormones wouldn't let me."
"You trying to tell me you liked seeing me shirtless?"
"At the risk of sounding creepy, yes." After a few minutes of silence on the other line, I started to panic. "Brandon? You still there?" I looked into his room and didn't see him standing there. "Brandon! Where did you go?"
"I'm opening the back door."
"Why?"
"So you can come over." I glanced down at Brandon's yard and saw him waving me over. "Come on. My parents are still awake but I'm sure they wouldn't mind. Please?"
"Since you asked so politely, sure. Give me a minute to change my shirt. I got grease all over it from my car."
"I'll be waiting."
"O-o-okay. Bye."
"See you." I hung up my phone and furiously looked through my drawers to find a shirt quickly. I found a dark red t-shirt, threw it on and headed back outside. I met up with Brandon outside his back door and tried to see him in the dark but it was almost no use. "Can you see me, Blaine?"
"Barely." I felt someone grab my hand and lead me inside. I ended up in the Beckhams' kitchen, surrounded by boxes. Brandon closed the door behind me, apparently with enough force to dislodge a box and make it fall. Brandon caught the box before it landed on me and I was thankful.
"Sorry about that. You okay?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Come on." Brandon grabbed my hand again and led me up to his room, closing the door behind me once we were both inside. "So, you can see my room pretty clearly room from your window huh?"
"Yeah." I hung my head in shame, knowing that I was stone cold busted for peeping on Brandon. "I honestly didn't-" I was cut off by Brandon's lips on mine as he pushed me up against his door. This was wrong; every moral fiber in my body was screaming at me to stop, to not take advantage of someone who just got out of the hospital but my hormones got the better of me as I deepened the kiss. I put my hands on Brandon's hips, bringing him closer to me. As the kiss progressed, I slid my hands under his stained Dalton shirt, trying desperately to commit the feel of his skin to memory but my brain was too fogged by hormones to be productive. I ran my hands up his back until I got to the source of the discoloration I saw yesterday. I pressed my fingers into his back, making Brandon hiss into the kiss. I felt Brandon run his fingers through my hair and I could get definitely get used to that feeling. He pulled me away from the door, guided me towards the bed and pushed me on top of it when the back of my knees hit the edge. I fell onto the bed and soon after, Brandon eased himself onto his bed so he was hovering over me.
"Sorry if I'm acting too forward."
"You're fine. I don't mind."
"You may be saying that but your eyes tell a different story. Are you sure I'm not being too forward?" I swallowed my doubt and started to unbutton Brandon's Dalton shirt. I watched his blue eyes follow my hands as they unbuttoned his shirt and a smile graced his handsome face. Once the last button was undone, I pushed Brandon's shirt down his shoulders and helped him out of the shirt, throwing it carelessly on his floor. I pulled him in for another kiss, relishing the feeling of his warm skin against my shirt. I felt Brandon's hands at the hem of my shirt so I broke the kiss to see him practically pleading with me. "May I?" I nodded and watched Brandon smile as his hands pushed my shirt up and over my head, making it join Brandon's shirt on the floor. We both gasped as our bare chests touched when we went in for another kiss. Brandon's hand trailed up my side and I started to giggle because, well, it tickled. "Someone is ticklish." I smiled and ran my hands down Brandon's back, my fingers ghosting over that discoloration I saw before. "Want to know what it's from?" I just nodded. "I got into an accident on a 4-wheeler when I was 13. The 4-wheeler had caught on fire and I wasn't completely off of it and my back ended up getting burned."
"Did it get in the way of your hockey?"
"Stopped me for about eight months but I ended up playing again. Nothing can keep me from my hockey." I felt Brandon look me over and my cheeks got hot. "You okay?" I nodded but Brandon didn't seem convinced. "You seem worried about something. Is it about the way you look?" I nodded again. "Why?"
"You've been around shirtless hockey players. I'm no prize compared to them."
"Are you kidding me?" Brandon propped himself on his elbow and smiled at me. "You look...fantastic. Besides, most of those hockey players I've seen are big and bulky. You are...perfect." I blushed and looked away from Brandon.
"I'm far from perfect." I felt Brandon turn my head back to him.
"I've dated a few of those hockey players, Blaine. Trust me when I tell you that you're perfect." I smiled and gave Brandon another kiss, pushing him onto his back and lacing our hands together. I trailed my free hand down his right side, following the line of his body until I got to another imperfection. Brandon pulled away and sighed. "That one is..."
"Did someone do that to you?" He just nodded. I don't what came over me but I kissed a trail down Brandon's chest and made my way to the scar on his right side. When I was eye level with the scar, I looked up at Brandon and placed soft kisses on it which earned me a sigh and a soft moan. Before I returned to Brandon's face, I delicately licked a stripe over the scar and placed one more kiss on it before I returned to my position next to Brandon. "I would say that I'd never hurt you but-"
"Shh. That wasn't you. You didn't beat me up." Brandon wrapped his strong arms around me and brought me closer to him. "Blaine, can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"You know how I said we should wait a few weeks until we went out on a real date, right?"
"Yeah."
"What if I told you that I didn't want to wait a few weeks?" I turned to look at Brandon, thinking that the different angle would make me hear him better. "What if I said...that I want to take you out on a date tomorrow night? What would you say?" I took a deep breath, trying to think of a good answer.
"I'd say...what time should I be ready?" I smiled when I saw the huge smile on Brandon's face. He hugged me tightly and gave me a deep kiss. He went to pull away but I pushed forward, still kissing him.
Liam (Brandon's Dad)'s Point of View
"Honey, are you aware that Brandon and Blaine are upstairs alone?"
"Yes."
"That doesn't bother you?" My wife put her book down and gave me a look.
"Liam, why does it bother you? Because it's Blaine or because it's a boy?" Damn, I hated when she was right. I just sighed.
"I don't mind that it's a boy and I certainly don't mind that it's Blaine but he was just in the hospital, dear. I don't want him pushing himself too hard."
"Uh huh. So you think him inviting Blaine over after his accident is going to make him push himself to hard?"
"They're still teenagers."
"Blaine isn't like that, I can tell. Besides, I'd be happy for Brandon and not worrying about him. Blaine is a great kid and Brandon deserves that, especially after the last boyfriend he had." Anger flashed behind my eyes at the mention of Brandon's last boyfriend. His last boyfriend was an abusive jerk that used to beat my son just because he could. Needless to say, I was thrilled when Brandon finally was rid of him. "You get everything situated with your new practice, dear?"
"Yes. It should be ready to open in two days."
"Good thing some of your staff decided to work for you all the way from Cincinnati."
"Yeah, good thing. Well, I'm calling it. Good night, dear." I gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and turned my bedside light out. "Love you."
"Good night and love you too, dear." She still kept her light on, though. I just smiled but in the back of my head I was still worried about Brandon. Hopefully, Blaine will be his last boyfriend.
-FIN-
That's if for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, to some degree at least. Reviews are appreciated and the next chapter will be out soon.
