The last bit. This totally didn't end like I hoped it would. But I love it :)
In no time, the angers back.
"What do you mean 'No'? You're just packing to stay? Fuck you Wesley Montgomery if you think I'm that stupid."
Wes flinches a little at the curse, but makes no other movements, his eyes staring at Blaine's hands that are clenching and unclenching in his lap. A little of the leader's natural confidence returns and he grasps them in his own. He pauses, and takes a deep breath before he responds.
"I'm leaving because it hurts Blaine, not because I want to."
A little dazed, Blaine turns from where he's been staring at the hands clasping his own to the face that those hands belong to, his eyes speaking volumes of pain.
"You think it doesn't hurt for you to leave? You...You don't understand... I-..I need you."
Its then that Wes pulls back, his body stiff but eyes soft...hurt. He stands, walking over to his bag which he slings over his shoulder angrily. He closes his eyes, his hand on the doorknob, and leans his head against the door.
"I just.. I can't stay Blaine, not when you don't understand what you saying things like that does to me."
Blaine stands up before Wesley can pull the door open to step out, and pushes it shut, leaning on the door with all his weight. He glances up at Wes, searching desperately for what he wants to see in those eyes.
"What?"
He says it softly, his heart thumping loudly in his chest, feeling as though it wants to burst out of it. Wes shoots him a confused look so Blaine quickly clarifies.
"What do I do to you?"
Wes blanches almost immediately, and turns his face from Blaine's.
"Nothing."
Its quiet, but Blaine hear's him well enough.
"Don't lie to me Wes."
And it seems as though thats enough.
Wesley turns soundly, his back to the wall next to the door, and angles his face towards Blaine's. Close. Their mouthes are inches apart, and suddenly, suddenly Blaine is finding it really hard to breathe.
"You're the reason my heart beats..."
That one line is enough to make Blaine gasp and his eyes tear, but he holds still, knowing Wes isn't anywhere near done.
"My breath catches in my throat when I see you, and I find myself asking how I ever met anyone so beautiful."
Wes chokes hard on a breath, although his gaze never leaves Blaine's. He needs to say this. To get it off his chest. He needs to know...
"I can sit for hours thinking about the honey brown colour of your eyes, and...and the midnight black of your hair, just... wishing you'd let those gorgeous curls free every now and then... And...Sometimes I just get this extreme urge to, hold your hand. It's like...it's like if I don't, I'll just cease to exist."
Blaine can't stop himself from pitching in, the tears freely falling down his cheeks, his hands grasping desperately at Wes's.
"You're the only person I feel safe with. I.."
He pauses to choke back a sob, and he feels Wes squeeze his hand lightly, reassuringly.
"I stare at your lips when you talk and I think about how wonderful it would feel to kiss you...about how much I missed when I was dead to the world... to myself... I think of how I missed the perfect person, even though he was there all along...I just.."
Everything becomes like stepping on broken glass, everything needs to be carefully done, everything can hurt.
Wes lifts his free hand, brushing softly across Blaine's cheek, wiping away the tears, trying to erase his sadness, and Blaine leans into the touch, his cheek fitting perfectly into the curve of Wes's palm.
" I lov...I love you. P-...please don't leave me".
It's a whimper and a sob, both heartbreaking and powerfully loud, and Wes smiles softly.
He leans up to kiss Blaine's forehead, and Blaine's eyes close at the touch, desperately sure this is a goodbye.
Wes just drops his bag to the floor and cups Blaine's face with his hands as he mutters a soft word before covering Blaine's lips with his own.
"Never."
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Thanks so much guys. I needed this to have a good ending.
I kind of have this massive soft spot for Waine.