Summary: Blaine is overwhelmed by an offer but Sam knows what his best friend needs.
Notes: 2nd Chapter of the Spring Fling WIP Event
Reminder since it hasn't been mentioned in quite a while. Sebastian's Heart is the name of the instrumental piece Blaine sent in for his Julliard audition.
FYI: Lincoln Center is not a specific building but several different buildings dedicated to the Arts in one area of New York City. Julliard is in that area. I just learned that. Sometime research pays off.
Warning: Discussion of extensive injuries from a car accident.
Sexual (light d/s) language used.
If you ask, Blaine Anderson will admit he has 7 beds in 7 different houses across North America…the Anderson houses in Westerville and Detroit, the Motta's house in Lima and family homes/compounds in Hawaii, Aspen, Cabo and New York. Of all of these his favorite bedroom was the one at the Motta's. His favorite bed was the one in New York and that's why he was surprised when he woke up with a horrible kink in his neck. He opened his eyes to find somehow during the night he had become the Big Spoon to his 6'2'' boyfriend which had never happened before. That would explain it.
Blaine didn't expect to find his boyfriend sound asleep in his bed last night when he got back from Lima. He tried not to wake him but did. Once coherent, Sebastian told him he had permission from both sets of parents to be there so they could talk about all that had happened over the last two days. They just had to promise to be respectful, which they were.
However, the entire situation was odd considering how relaxed both sets of parents had seemed to be about their sons having sex. Both Blaine and Sebastian were convinced that the change was due to their fathers' reactions to Let's Hurt Tonight. Maybe Blaine had done the right thing when he replaced it in the Julliard concert.
"Bas, wake up. The alarm went off" Blaine groaned as he tried to crack his neck. "We have to a lot to do today."
"Nooooooo. Don't wanna. Too comfortable."
"Yesssssssss. I have to get to Julliard and you have to go home and get changed to go to lacrosse practice. Are you still going to meet Mike and show him around Columbia?"
It was Sebastian's turn to groan as he turned to face Blaine "Yes. We're meeting up at noon for lunch and then are going to meet with my dad's friend that arranged the campus tour. Now will you please explain to me how you took over the duty of Big Spoon."
"I have no idea but we need to figure it out because my neck is stiff and I know it wasn't due to the mattress."
"Agreed because this is the most insanely comfortable mattress ever. Do we have time for me to give you a shoulder message?"
"Unfortunately, no. Mr. Barnes from Julliard sent a text asking me to come in early and bring Sam if possible."
"That's weird. Is Sam able to go?"
"Yeah, he had a free morning except…" Shit!
"Except what, B?"
"He was going to go back to the loft and" Oh, what the hell "...make sure Santana hadn't gone all Lima Heights on Rachel's ass" Blaine said almost apologetically. He had all sorts of guilt about that situation seeing that Rachel only made friends with Sebastian as part of Kurt's plan to win him back. That might have changed later but the damage was done when she chose not to tell anyone (as in Sebastian). "Mercedes could only do so much to keep the peace."
"Santana going back to the loft to make sure Hummel didn't talk his way back in could have been a disaster. I'm glad Rachel kept her word."
There was a tiny, but noticeable, hint of sadness in Sebastian's voice when he mentioned Rachel. No way was Blaine going to let her get away with what she did. "Are you ok?"
"I will be."
"Not the answer I was looking for but I'll take it. For the time being." Blaine leaned in for a kiss but the pain in his neck made him wince. Yeah, he needed to get out of bed and into a hot shower to loosen it up. "Before we leave our bubble I have to ask, are you still ok with my meeting Brody at NYADA since Rachel is out of the question?"
"B…"
"Bas, I was serious last night. I cannot see myself forgiving her so is Brody ok or I do I need call administration to arrange an escort? He did say he had the perfect person to keep (air quotes) my insane fangirls, and I guess fanboys, away."
"So, you're sure he had nothing to do with you being a finalist?"
"Completely. I had forgotten how he was around when my Aunt Cory and I started dreaming about my going to Julliard. He loved my Aunt Cory more than he loved his own parents. He would never have gone against her wishes."
"From what Cam and Brody said about their parents I can understand. And to answer your question, yes, I am more than fine with your meeting Brody at NYADA. I have to admit this whole separating Brody from Tommy thing is helping."
"Thank you." Blaine still believed Tommy/Brody was part of Sebastian's problem but the snooze alarm going off made that a conversation for a later time.
Sebastian did get to stay in bed a little longer since he was going to shower later and only had to do some basic hygiene and style his hair. The thing that took the most time was laughing as Blaine made a losing attempt to tame his curls. Since they arrived in New York the humidity had been high or fucking ridiculous if you asked Blaine. He threatened to break out the gel but settled for a baseball cap. Crisis adverted, they shared one last kiss and headed out. However, for some reason something felt different about this day. It was probably due to the fact they were finally on College Visit week. Even though they were in New York with Beat and the rest of the Senior Warblers were either in Boston or New Haven, Dalton was back in session. This was a school week. The crazy had to end and the serious work of planning their futures had to begin.
Speaking of the future, Blaine was shocked when Sebastian opened up about all the insecurities he was having. He hated that Sebastian would have to lean on their friends for advice and support during this time. They could spend time together at the photo shoot, but that wouldn't be a good place for serious conversations. The rest of his time was going to be dominated by daily practices for the concert on Friday. And then there was NYADA. Yes, NYADA had crept its way into his plans. He wasn't nearly finished with Kurt's consequences even though wished he could be the bigger person and let it go.
Oh, who was he kidding? Kurt (and those that helped him) had to pay.
An hour later, and after a completely awkward breakfast sitting across from Cooper, Blaine met up with Sam outside Julliard's Music Department administration building. Any other time the two would have been giddy with anticipation but Blaine needed to vent. So, they found some iced coffee (yes, Sam relented due to his need for caffeine) and an out of the way bench. They both felt it was for the best that Blaine got this off his chest before they met with Mr. Barnes.
"I can't believe I didn't see how much Bas was struggling, Sam. Maybe Kurt was right and I am a self-centered, attention seeking Alpha Gay."
Sam lowered his voice as a clue that Blaine should do the same. His last declaration had turned the heads of those who passed by. "Dude, no matter how bad things are they are never bad enough to say Kurt Hummel was right about anything."
"Think about it, Sam. We rescued the trophy in October and saw something was wrong with Bas. It's fucking April!"
"Blaine, but the problem was Hunter and you made sure he was gone like a week later."
"Yes, but then then there was the whole issue with Kurt giving back the recording without telling me, the Fight Club leak, Kurt blackmailing us and Bas finding out…" Blaine held his breath and hoped Sam would let his silence slide.
"You mean Sebastian finding out he's adopted because his mother was killed by his psychotic, murdering bio dad who got out of jail early stopping you two from going to Paris for Spring Break. Or that psychotic, murdering bio dad's parents were the ones that adopted him so his parents are biologically his grandparents. Or, you know, both."
Didn't see that coming "You know?"
"He told me the day of the Breadstix soft opening when everyone else was fawning all over you for being selected The Future for the concert at Julliard. I would have said something but there never was a reason to."
"Great, something to add to the list of 101 things I didn't see was going on with my boyfriend." Blaine didn't like the way that sounded as it came out. "I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated in more ways than one, if you get what I mean."
Sam remembered he agreed to be the friend Blaine could talk about his sex life. Maybe he could divert the topic. "Why don't you plan one of those big romantic gestures you're so fond of. Ask Mr. Barnes if you can change I Dreamed A Dream to You +Me since it can be performed with only an acoustic guitar as well. Or if that's too personal, what about the song you wrote Seb for Christmas, Mirrors. I really like that song but I've never heard you play it live."
"I'll think about it but I'm definitely saying no to Mirrors."
"Why?"
Blaine leaned in as close as he could without it looking strange since they were in public "Um, you remember I told you about what happened the night that inspired Let's Hurt Tonight?"
Well, there was no avoiding talking about Seblaine sex now "You mean the, and I quote, night you went all Dom on his ass?"
"Mirrors was our safe word so I don't think Bas would appreciate it if I performed it in front of 2,700 people."
Oh…OH! OH, SHIT! Wait, Blaine's still talking.
"We use to dirty talk all the time…well, I use to dirty talk. I have this way of dropping my voice to where Bas says it makes him want to drop to his knees and call me Sir. And I can't remember the last time I blindfolded him and tied him to the bed. I know I told him we should tone things down while we're here because he's so loud…"
"Stop!" Sam smiled as he took a deep breath. His outburst had again earned them attention. "Blaine, I was wrong. I can't be the friend you talk about your sex life with..."
"Sam, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say all that. It just sort of came out."
"No, it's ok. How about this? I can't be the friend you talk about your sex life with until I get a sex life of my own."
"But Sammy, Bas and I will be married and have 5 kids by then" Blaine said with all sincerity before laughing and getting up to head into their meeting. He had to admit that he did feel a little better.
It didn't take long to find Mr. Barnes' office and once the checked in they were immediately taken back. "Blaine, Sam, please come in and have a seat" the Music Department Chair said before shaking each of boy's hand. "Thank you both for coming in so early. I hope this didn't cause either of you any inconvenience."
"No" Blaine assured him "But neither of us will deny that our curiosity wasn't peaked."
"Then I won't beat around the bush. Yesterday morning I received a call that Thomas Nye was in a car accident Saturday and broke his left leg, right clavicle and has several other injuries. His doctors say he will be in recovery for at least six months."
Sam felt sorry for the guy but didn't understand the problem. Blaine did. "If you talk to him please extend my sympathies." If anyone could understand long recoveries it was Blaine. Not only from the attack, but it had been over three months since he nearly destroyed his hands and he still did physical therapy exercises daily so he could play his instruments.
This probably wasn't the time to bring that up.
"Mr. Barnes, I don't want to gloss over what happened but I think I understand what you're trying to say. You want me to play a fourth song and you want it to be Let's Hurt Tonight. I'm assuming you asked Sam to be here because the guitarists you've tried still can't play his section properly. Am I close?" He really wanted to be wrong.
But, of course, he wasn't. In fact…"Remarkably, only I'm asking you to do 5, possibly 6 songs. And I need you to cut I Dreamed a Dream. Our Past performer, Harriet Potter, was only supposed to do one song but agreed to do a second…"
"And her second is I Dreamed a Dream" Blaine finished for him. "That's actually not a problem. I was going to ask to perform a different song."
Sam recognized Blaine was already beginning to overthink the situation (duh!) and knew he had to step in. He was fairly certain he knew what questions Blaine would ask if his mind wasn't in musical genius mode. "Ok, so you still want him to play Sebastian's Heart, the Italian Song, and I'm guessing he was right about Let's Hurt Tonight because I'm here. That's 3…4 with the song Blaine replaces I Dreamed A Dream with. What else do you want?"
"We need songs that showcase the orchestra. Our idea is to change the Present from one student to the entire orchestra and have them accompany Blaine and Harriet. Blaine, I know this is a lot to dump on you at the last minute but we're kind of in a rough spot. There's something that I haven't told you yet." That didn't sound good. "There has been such a demand for tickets that we are announcing today that we are changing venues from David Geffen Hall to the Metropolitan Opera. It opens up a 1000 more seats. This has never happened before."
"So, no pressure" Blaine mumbled. He really, really, really didn't want to do this.
"Blaine, I promise you can say no and we won't be upset. We have a Plan B in the works but this is Plan A. I'm going to give you two a few minutes but Blaine, Sam, let me add this. When we heard what happened to Thomas we decided to ask for donations for his care during the concert. However, since we are asking so much of you we want to also raise funds for your new charity."
"Excuse me?" Blaine was amazed he was able to edit his first thought which was Are you fucking kidding me?
"We heard about your YouTube channel and will also allow you to live stream the concert. I know I'm not playing fair and I am putting a huge burden on your 18 year old shoulders. However, I wouldn't ask if I…if Julliard didn't think you could do this, Blaine. I'll be right outside."
The moment Mr. Barnes left the room, Blaine went off. "What the hell, Sam?" he whisper-yelled as he sprung from his chair and began to literally bounce off the walls. "Julliard is blackmailing me with money for the charity? I mean…What the hell?"
"They're not blackmailing you, they're making you an offer you can't refuse. Yes, that was a joke about your uncle." Thankfully the levity brought Blaine from total panic to moderately frantic. "Calm down and think this out clearly. And by clearly, I mean get the idea out of your OCD brain that you would have to write something new."
"No problem there. Everything I write lately is total shit." Blaine sighed but sat back down. "I don't think I'd be so freaked out if they weren't so insistent on Let's Hurt Tonight." And then he admitted the real problem "Neither of our dads reacted well to the lyrics."
"I'll talk to your dad. Hey, it's my chance to play at Lincoln Center. I'm pretty sure I can guilt him into getting over it and talking to Seb's dad."
"Well, he does love you most of all."
"Fact. If I can get him to chill out are you going to do it?"
"Yes" Blaine answered with a little more conviction. "I just need to get organized. Don't forget, I'm taking my audition slot at NYADA."
"I still can't believe you're doing that to get back at Kurt."
"Have you met me or are you thinking of McKinley Blaine?"
Sam had to stifle his laugh but Blaine made his point. "You've got me there. Now, what do you need help organizing?"
"Time. I have no idea how I'm going to do all this and help Bas with what he's going through. Before you say he'll understand that's not an option."
"Never said it was." The second he finished the sentence, Sam grabbed Blaine by the shoulders. "I know what you need. You talk to Mr. Barnes and I'll be back soon."
"Sam…"
"Dude, trust me."
The expression on Sam's face left him no doubts. "Ok."
It took longer than Blaine anticipated but he and Mr. Barnes were able to put together an impressive set list for the concert. The immediate problem was Blaine hadn't brought the sheet music for his original they added and the 5th song he wanted to arrange himself. He also agreed to the possibility of a 6th song but Blaine wanted to talk to Sam first.
As luck would have it, Sam was back so Mr. Barnes stepped out again and someone else stepped in. "Mercedes, what are you doing here? Don't you have rehearsal?" Blaine asked after giving her a hug hello.
"Ok, before you get all upset let me talk. The rehearsal I had Saturday wasn't an actual rehearsal. It was a meeting telling the cast the entire production is moving."
"I don't get it. Why is this a problem? A lot of shows have dry runs in places like Boston or Chicago before opening on Broadway."
"Blaine, the show's moving to London. Those invited to the meeting were given until next Monday to decide if they want to go." Blaine didn't have to ask why she didn't say anything. The fucking world really did revolve around him, or at least it had this past weekend.
"So, Mercedes needs something to do so she's not totally obsessing over her decision and you need help keeping your life organized so you don't totally obsess over not having time for Sebastian. Win, win." Sam was practically beaming as he explained his self-proclaimed brilliant idea. Not only did he find a way to help both of his friends but he knew Blaine couldn't say no with Mercedes standing in front of him. Total secret genius move. He would have to add it to the Blond Chameleon's list of superpowers.
While he didn't say no, Blaine did ask "Are you sure?"
Sam shook his head as his ex-girlfriend got that look in her eyes that usually led to an Oh, hell to the no followed by a diva moment. "It's a good thing you're cute because that was a stupid question. I thought that fancy school of yours taught you better than that."
Before he could respond, both he and Sam received the same text from Brody. "Uh Blaine, why would he ask me to come to NYADA with you this afternoon?"
"Absolutely no idea." Ok, that was a lie, but the good kind. "Mercedes, I'm going to text you a list of some things I need from the apartment. I obviously was unprepared for all of this. Oh, and can you meet us at NYADA? I have a strange feeling things are about to get interesting."
Sam walked Mercedes out while Blaine texted her the list and a plea to stop being stubborn and use the car service. After a few more texts she relented when she couldn't deny it would most likely get her there and back faster. Now if Blaine could just get the traffic gods to work with him.
He was about to put his phone back in his pocket when he received a new message that made him smile.
From Bas: Why didn't you tell me Mike was such a great guy?
From Blaine: I did. I take it things are going well.
From Bas: Beyond great. Awesome. He's going to help me with my Computer Science graduation project when we're done here. Said it will help settle his nerves before his Tische audition tomorrow. How's your morning going?
From Blaine: Eventful. I'll explain after NYADA. This is definitely not a texting conversation.
Note: I made my goal of posting a chapter on both days of the Spring Fling Weekend. Yay me!
As always, thank you for reading and comments are welcome.