Hey guys,
here is next chapter, now that I finally finished typing Ch12 down. It totally turned out differently than I wanted, but well, things happens and characters go crazy *shrugs*
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Lilith
Ep.11 – Just a Brush of Fingers
The living room was totally dark aside from the flashing lights the muted TV gave off. Bodies were scattered all over the floor; Wes' head was pillowed on David's stomach while the Asian boy's thighs were used as snugglies by a not so discretely snoring and drooling Thad. Lynn was curled up in one of the cushy armchairs and Bailey, who decided to tag along in the end, was lying in front of said armchair, arms and legs thrown apart like some kind of weird spider.
Blaine had no idea when the simple movie night between fellow Warblers and friends turned into a full-fledged sleepover, but he couldn't find it in him to mind and of course it had absolutely nothing to do with a certain raven-haired, green-eyed choreographer being snuggled up against his neck causing tiny puffs of air to waft over the sensitive skin.
"Aren't you two the sweetest thing I've seen since that candy empowered Katy Perry video you seem to like so disgustingly much?" Kurt, the only other person awake, taunted him in a soft tone. "I really ought to take pictures and send them to Merce..."
"Don't you dare," Blaine hissed, is arm instinctively tightening its hold around the lithe body next to him.
"Don't be daft, of course I won't do it," Kurt huffed in mock offence. "Although you really need to make a move, soon."
"Look, it's not going to happen, okay?" Blaine wished his voice didn't sound so dejected.
"Of course it's not going to happen if you don't do anything to make it happen!"
"No, Kurt, leave it, would you?" he argued, thinking about the overheard conversation for at least the millionth time in two days. "I'm serious."
"You can't give up without even trying!" Blaine quickly looked down at Harry, fearing that the almost loud shrill of his friend's voice woke him up, but the choreographer's breathing remained even, his eyes closed. "Sorry about that, but my statement still stands."
"He said it himself, okay?"
"What? When? Why haven't you told me about this?"
"I overheard," at the raised eyebrow he just shrugged, "well I kind of did. I wanted to leave, but in the end just couldn't. Anyway, he was talking to his ex... lover – I would never dare to call that man anyone's boyfriend, I mean, you would have fallen in love with him and his perfectly tailored clothes at first sight, not to mention he was thousand times more gorgeous and just... totally–"
"I actually don't care at the moment, although it's a bit of a mystery how did you see this lover, when you were listening in on a conversation through a closed door?"
"Ex-lover." For some reason it felt necessary to emphasis on the fact that Lucius was now only part of Harry's past, like Harry had said him. "And he almost knocked me over when he stormed out of the dressing room..."
Kurt huffed softly at this. "Sounds very sophisticated, right," he murmured sarcastically. "But never mind, he is insignificant at the moment, unless they got back together, something I seriously doubt." Blaine ignored the pointed look his friend thrown at them, his blue-green eyes flashing in misty silver in the light of the telly.
"They didn't. Which gave me hope at first... But then he told the man he doesn't mix work and fun, not anymore," he answered, and somehow saying it out loud made that sentence sound even more disheartening. "Do you see now what I mean?"
Long fingers dived into his unruly locks, trying to comfort him and Blaine sighed gratefully, whispering, "At least we're still friends..."
"You don't have to try to fool me, you know. And in my opinion, nothing is over until he tells you in your face, he's not interested." Kurt's tone was deadly serious and Blaine managed to smile a faint little smile, brushing his free fingers against is friend's, silently saying thank you.