"So like, nobody knows who this guy is but when he takes off his mask all of a sudden everyone's like 'Oh, Hi Bruce?'"
Blaine's mouth fell wearily open as he gave Sebastian a tired look. "Well, he's Batman so his identity is secret."
"But all he does to hide it is put on some stupid cape and mask and sound like he just smoked ten packs of cigarettes in one sitting?"
It was becoming apparent that Sebastian just didn't get it, and Blaine was starting to wonder why he even bothered.
"Anyway." The taller teen stood up from the comfy chair in the corner of Blaine's bedroom. "We've been doing whatever this is…" Gesturing a hand towards the pile of magazines spread around over Blaine's bed, Sebastian threw a glance out on the setting sun through the spotless window. "…for far, far too long-"
"-It's literally been four minutes since we got here…-"
"-And I need a drink. Now where do your folks store their liquor?"
Before Blaine had a chance to scramble himself off the bed, Sebastian was already out of the door and on his way down the stairs. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"What? I thought they were out of town."
And in all honesty Blaine couldn't really argue with that logic.
It didn't take long for Sebastian to find the liquor cabinet behind dark mahogany in a faraway corner of the living room. Before opening the bottle of rum in his hands, he turned around to look at Blaine who'd finally caught up with him. "Do you seriously have a good reason not to live a little?"
'No', Blaine thought to himself as he grabbed the liquid contained in dark, brown glass after having it pushed against his chest. 'No.' But he could think of two very good reasons to at least attempt to.
For one, his parents were actually out of town and he was literally left to his own devices for another three days.
The second reason he didn't really want to think about, but it had something to do with his best friend not speaking to him for a week and simultaneously leaving him completely shattered as a result of the last conversation they actually did have.
He unscrewed the cap and took a swig, only to have the bottle ripped out of his hands as the liquid traveled down his stinging throat.
"Oh, come on Blaine. Were you raised by wolves or something?"
Tiny little drops of tears were starting to form in his eyes as a result to the alcohol leaving two blushing cheeks on his face, finally spotting Sebastian throwing one of his signature smirks over his shoulder as he disappeared into the kitchen.
"Don't you have some glasses and ice or something…"
The sky had been almost painfully pink about ten minutes ago. But just like that, grey clouds gathered and it had started to rain. Somewhere in the room the radio was playing some Katy Perry song he'd never intentionally listened to, yet somehow he seemed to know every single word to it as he couldn't help but sing along in his head.
Sam wondered what Blaine was up to.
At some point the music changed, and an old song he'd heard a million times before as a child sitting in the backseat of his parents' Volkswagen softly sang through the speakers. And he hadn't even noticed, until Andy Williams started to sing.
I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road
Searching in the sun for another overload
They had sold the car once they were three kids, instead of one. It was a little too small for such a big family, not to mention too tired and too old. Forest green but by the time he was old enough to even start to remember, the paint had already started to peel and to fade into some kind of murky grey.
Kind of like the color of the sky right now.
I hear you singing in the wire
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita lineman
is still on the line
He'd been a really happy child. Carefree when they had money, stoic when they didn't and grateful once they had it again.
But never in his life had he really felt different. Or even forced to feel that way.
Sam Evans; your average white, American teenager from an unbroken, working class home. Grades slightly below and height, arguably above. Maybe he'd never felt different, because all his life people had always pointed out to him how normal he was.
I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman
is still on the line
While regret was something lying weary on his mind for the past two weeks, there was one part of it he just couldn't shake off no matter how hard he tried. He would undo it all if only he could, but at the same time he couldn't help but regret that he'd never given him a kiss.
He hadn't even tried, and deep down it was almost the only thing he really, really wanted to do. But he hadn't touched his hair; hadn't even looked him in the eye.
And he hadn't given him a kiss.
I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman
is still on the line
He should probably not be sitting alone in his room.
Sebastian stretched his back against the floor of Blaine's bedroom, long limbs splayed across the polished wooden parquet. "I want to go dancing."
Giggling at nothing in particular, Blaine rolled onto his stomach to rest his head on the crossed arms beneath him. "We can't go anywhere, we're wasted. Besides, it's raining."
"Ever heard of a little thing called a cab, Anderson?"
Blaine hummed in response, sort of contemplating the option in his head as Sebastian pulled himself off the floor and stumbled towards his phone on the night stand.
"I need a cigarette."
"You can't smoke here." It was probably time to get up.
Sebastian tapped away on his phone and reached for something in his pocket. "Which is exactly why we're going out." Speaking through a cigarette dangling from his lips, he looked at the shorter teen now sitting on the floor. "Who's having a party tonight?"
The tacky disco light danced across the walls of Finn's living room as they walked in. Other than that, it was pretty much too dark to really see much of anything. It hadn't dawned on Blaine that Sebastian wasn't exactly popular among his group of friends until they'd arrived, but figured if they'd lay low it shouldn't be an issue.
That was, until he saw Sam practically brooding in a corner while talking to some jock-looking types.
"It looks like the man of your dreams is here as well." Grabbing two beers from a bucket of ice on the dining table, Sebastian shoved one towards Blaine who didn't have an option but to take it.
"Keep your voice down..! And he's not the 'man of my dreams…'"
"I suppose that's why you've turned too shy to even give him the time of day for the last couple of weeks?"
"Shut up… And I'm not 'shy', you jerk."
Sebastian huffed in response, winking in Sam's general direction once he realized they'd been spotted. "Then why am I all of a sudden operating as some kind of nerd-dome replacement therapy?"
Shaking his head in frustration, Blaine downed almost half of his beer in one go. "Does everything have to have a reason? Maybe sometimes people just drift apart."
"Not when you're hopelessly crushing on your super-hot best friend-"
"-What the hell is this?"
Even though he'd barely heard Sam's voice in the past week, the memory of what it sounded like still rang fresh in Blaine's mind. Slowly, he turned around. "Sam…"
"Why is he here?"
Sebastian splayed a hand across his chest upon realizing that the question was obviously referring to his presence. "Who? Moi?"
Sam visibly had problems containing his anger. "Wipe that stupid smile off your sorry face."
Finally, Blaine found enough air to speak in the all too crowded room. "Nobody else is bothered so why do you care if Sebastian is here or not?"
Nostrils were flaring now, Sam's chest practically heaving up and down in bouts of shallow, quick breaths. He looked at Sebastian, who couldn't help but blatantly smirk knowingly at the blonde teen. That was until Sam pressed his eyes tightly shut for a moment, only to focus them on Blaine once he opened them up again. There was a darkness there that the shorter teen had never seen before.
"You told him."
Blaine's eyes turned as wide as saucers as the accusation started to settle in, shaking his head in denial. "No, no. I didn't, I swear."
"Tell me what?" The smirk had turned into an obnoxious grin by now. But in an instance of exception, it quickly faded because Sam was stepping closer to Blaine now, a big hand grabbing onto a buttoned up collar. "Whoa, relax dude."
Tearing his attention from Blaine's surprisingly calm face, Sam shook his head at Sebastian. "Don't fucking call me dude, you…-"
"-Faggot? Queer? Or maybe you're more of a 'fairy'-kind of guy?"
And that was enough to make Sam let go of Blaine completely.
Apparently, it was also all it took to result in Sebastian getting his face socked in.
TBC
