Title: I Knew You Were Trouble: It's in What We Say, but Mainly It's in What We Do
Rating: M for language and smut.
Pairing: Seblaine, Ex-Klaine; AnderCohen-Chang, Blam, & Blittany friendship.
Genre: Angst, Friendship to Romance
Warning: Angst(?)
A/N: So this is a long one. Some things to know: This starts off directly the day after the last chapter (So Sunday if I'm not mistaken) I will indicate the days it is after that. The boys have a half day on Tuesday. So the mall scene isn't that late in the day. They have the Wednesday before Thanksgiving off because I think I remember having that day off when I was in school. I will write and post a Tina POV companion piece to this. But later because this one took up so much time and I didn't get a chance to write it. I just want her to react to some of what happens. Oh and this is really ridiculous but I just wanted to say most of this is in Blaine's POV so his name in the texting bit at the start is as he sees it not Seb. Idk why I felt I needed you guys to know that Seb has Blaine's nickname set in his phone too. It just seemed like a good idea to make that clear. Idk now it feels pointless haha whatever. Anyways! Enjoy lovies and please don't be too mad at me
—-SUNDAY NIGHT—-
SebbySmytheJ: I'll help you pick one. Send me a pic!
10:30PM
Blaine: I'm just picking out a tie.
Do you really want to see?
10:31PM
SebbySmytheJ: If you pick the wrong
one it could destroy the aesthetics of your
whole ensemble.
10:31PM
SebbySmytheJ: You should also
consider only wearing the ties in the pics.
Anything more will distract me from
the ties. ;)
10:32PM
Blaine huffed out a chuckle after reading Sebastian's texts. Sebastian was a dork under that cavalier front he put out; something Blaine was truly enjoying discovering about the other boy. He stood in his closet at his drawer of ties and contemplated Seb's offer. Not the nudity but the genuine care about Blaine's "Thanksgiving dinner party attire" dilemma. He knew Seb would stop replying to him if he pulled too much focus on it so he kept it to himself; let it warm him and turn his lips at the sides.
Blaine: Your ploy to get me naked
won't cover up that extremely gay moment.
Aesthetics of my ensemble?
I'm actually very proud Sebby!
10:33PM
SebbySmytheJ: You should know
I'm seriously reconsidering this friendship!
10:34PM
Blaine: You are not. I know secrets.
Like one N'Sync obsession that I'm not
fully convinced you've grown out of.
10:35PM
Kurt Hummel: Hey Blaine.
10:35PM
SebbySmytheJ:…Blackmail?
How very Smythe of you.
10:36PM
Blaine stared at his phone, almost dropping the device in his haste to get to his bed and sit down. This was the first Kurt had ever initiated conversation since the break-up. When he was actually responding, it was always Blaine who wrote him or called him first with inane details about his day, little things that made him smile and laugh, things that reminded him of Kurt—anything to hold on to their connection really.
He should reply, he knew he should, but somewhere between the journey from his brain to his fingers, the message fizzled out and his fingers weren't responding. What do you say after months of nothing? There were no phone calls, no emails, no messages, or texts—nothing. The line between their two tin cans had been snipped, disconnected, as far as Blaine was concerned. Now, in the span of one day, not only had Kurt been brought up twice, but he was texting him.
It occurred to him that Sebastian had texted him too and he figured he'd better text him back at least. That, he could do. He quickly typed out a reply, "Well I learned from the best, but hold on okay?" Seb replied with "I hope this means I'm getting those pictures" to which Blaine cracked a smile before returning back to the screen with Kurt's text, chewing on his bottom lip and staring at it. It felt as if he was permanently caught between wanting to say everything and nothing all at once and it wasn't even anything substantial, just a simple greeting.
Kurt Hummel: I know you could just be
asleep but if you're ignoring me, please don't.
I want to talk to you.
10:46PM
Kurt Hummel: I want to see you.
10:47PM
Blaine's fingers began to move, tapping out a reply, almost at their own violation.
Blaine: Call Me
10:48PM
The ring of his phone was instantaneous, Kurt's name flashing at him as the monotone manufacture ringtone cut through the silence in his room. He'd long since removed the image of Kurt blowing him a kiss and was left with the impersonal notification of dread. He was completely unprepared, his brain muddled only with scattered ideas of what he wanted to say, but nothing was concrete, nothing made sense.
He let the phone ring three times before answering, voice low and unsure. "Hello?" A question, as if the call hadn't been at his request.
"Oh Blaine. Hi." Kurt sighed with the words as he spoke. It seemed a great weight had been lifted at the sound of Blaine's voice.
Blaine didn't respond, everything he thought he wanted to say caught in his throat when he heard him. Kurt still sounded beautiful only it wasn't the same and it hurt to hear it, but god he missed it. This moment wasn't what it had been when he played it over in his mind, he wanted to tell Kurt everything he was feeling and how angry he was but as it was, all he wanted to do was be wrapped up in the sound of Kurt's voice, telling him it was okay and it hurt.
His voice came through the line less confident than before. "Blaine, please talk to me."
"I don't know what to say Kurt."
Hesitantly, "Say you'll meet me. Tomorrow?"
He was already shaking his head before the words came out. "Kurt…I-"
"Please? I-I'll drive up and pick you up, or we can meet at the Lima Bean"
Blaine tilted his head and cradled the phone between his ear and his shoulder. He wrapped himself in his duvet and leaned back against the headboard, mulling over his options. Neither one made him want to jump into action. Now that the chance to see him was here he found he wanted to avoid it as much as possible.
"I'll meet you there." He decided.
Kurt squealed and soft clapping could be heard through the line. He was getting what he wanted, Blaine knew better than to resent him for not picking up on his discomfort; for not acknowledging what it meant that he agreed to see him.
"Awesome, I was so scared you wouldn't want to but I've missed you-"
"Kurt" Blaine groaned, cutting through his excitement.
"Yeah?"
"Listen, m'really tired. Can we just—can we talk tomorrow?"
He didn't have to try very hard to hear the dejection in Kurt's voice. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Yeah of course…tomorrow—I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Blaine."
"Goodnight Kurt."
Blaine ended the call with sigh that had built up the moment he heard Kurt's voice. He typed out a quick text to Seb, telling him he was going to bed and rolled his eyes when Seb joked about his disappointment in not getting the pictures.
He slept very little that night and the little amount of sleep he did get was disturbed with restless tossing and turning. His mind wouldn't stop. It just kept buzzing with a million and one thoughts that kept him at the very surface of sleep until the light of dawn lit up his bedroom.
—-MONDAY EVENING—-
Blaine sat at the table in the very back corner of the coffee shop. It wasn't that it was crowded with people bustling in and out, a slow evening really, but he figured the extra privacy couldn't hurt.
He pulled off his scarf and his coat and sat back staring at the cups before him: one medium drip and one grande non-fat mocha. Of course he got him coffee. Whatever the circumstances were between them, he was always a gentleman and he still cared. This meeting meant something to him.
Fifteen minutes past and there was no sign of Kurt. He shifted in the discomfort of the worry clawing at his gut but his willingness to see the good intent in everyone, even at their lowest, pushed to the front of his emotions. Blaine had already come up with viable excuses for Kurt, clutching at straws to shut the constant reminder that it wasn't like Kurt to be late for anything out of his mind.
Forty-five minutes in and two drinks later, Kurt still hadn't arrived and the idea that he might not was becoming an astringent possibility. It seemed too bold to believe, but the other boy's coffee, evidence enough, sat untouched and as cold as he was beginning to feel about the situation. After everything the least he could do was show up.
Pathetic was most likely the most accurate description of his appearance to the world looking in as the hours passed. It was the small bit of hope that he might show tacked on to his inherent stubbornness that kept him glued to his seat. He couldn't make much sense of why Kurt would stand him up.He asked him to come and after driving so far to see him, Blaine wasn't ready to accept that he'd been slighted.
The sound of rubber soles squeaking against the tiled floor pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Excuse me, uh, Blaine? We're closing so…"
Blaine turned up his face to meet the wide, apprehensive, brown eyes of Audrey the barista who looked down at him with a sad smile. He didn't want to be annoyed with her, she was nice enough to give him free coffee after his third order, but she regarded him with pity as her eyes alternated glances between the cold grande non-fat mocha and him and he hated it. It was perhaps what hurt worst of all, that he was left to sit alone, dignity cracked, hurt and pitied by the girl serving him coffee.
Kurt never showed.
He thanked the girl kindly, despite her awkward tight lipped smile and tossed the grande non-fat mocha in the trash. After wishing the girl a good night he rushed out into the cold and inhaled the chilled air deeply. He stood in the subzero temperature and allowed himself to just feel all the anger, the hurt, and the confusion, let each one run its course until he was numb with it, only for a moment before wrapping his scarf a little tighter, crossing his arms over his chest, building his walls a little higher and driving back to Dalton.
—-TUESDAY AFTERNOON—-
It was the way Blaine refined himself to fake smiles and a stiff posture that made Sebastian resent Kurt the most. It took all of one day for Kurt to diminish Blaine back to this distant shell of a person, head down and feet dragging as they weaved their way through the crowded Lima mall.
Having already resigned to the fact that Blaine's goofy smile was quickly climbing to the top of the list of things he adored, he hated Kurt for bringing Blaine to the point that Sebastian actually missed his smile—his real smile. The one that lit up his honey eyes and made his cheeks hurt with the burn of smiling so hard. The one he rubbed his cheeks to try and get rid of but couldn't stop from reappearing as soon as he got control of it.
It was for that reason he decided that today, at least, he would let go of any reservations and really be there for Blaine.
He hooked his arm around Blaine's shoulders and steered the shorter boy towards the escalator leading down. After a moment of trying to decide what step to stand on, they rode the escalator to the first floor.
Sebastian pushed through the crowd unapologetically, casting hard glances at anyone dense enough to stop in the middle of their way. He knew he was wrong for the rising number of shoulder checks he was dishing out, but really, there had to be a better system for getting around the mall when it got like this.
Blaine's voice broke through the bustling of swarming masses, screaming children and festive music. "Hey, where are we going?" He asked, peering over the arm around his shoulder as they passed the only stores either boy would even consider purchasing anything from.
"I don't have the patience to shop like this." Seb gestured to the mayhem that was the Lima mall anytime the "holidaze" reared its ugly head. What was it about this time of year that made people lose all sense of reason?
"So…" He continued, elongating the vowel as he halted in front of his intended destination.
"The arcade?" Blaine turned his head to peer up at him. He raised a thick eyebrow and fought against the smile threatening the corners of his lips. "You, Sebastian Smythe, want to hang out in an arcade?"
Seb bit back the honesty dangling at the tip of his tongue. He didn't get people's appeal to video games never mind a room dedicated to just that. He'd spent countless nights trying to get into them with Blaine and Sam, fighting a losing battle within himself to connect with them on that level, but submitted to accepting that they just weren't for him. Many of those nights he'd spend rolling his eyes from his spot beside the other boys, having already given up, and watched them act like fools. No, he didn't want to hang out in an arcade but the memory of Blaine professing his love for one particular game, eyes big and smile bright as if the game coming to life, returning the affection and running away with him would complete him, made the taller boy think a day lost in the gaming world could make him forget, even for a moment, everything he was concealing and bring out that smile that suited him best.
"Yes." He lied, not even bothering to cover up his grimace. "Come on."
Seb dragged Blaine in by the hand, traded ten dollars for tokens and pulled him past the newer games, to the back where the so-called fun was.
A small chuckle, dare he say a giggle, was the first indication that he'd got it right. The second was in his hazle eyes when he glanced up at him and tilted his head appreciatively. No big smile yet though; that was the real goal and determination was Sebastian's middle name.
Blaine sauntered over to the line of pinball machines and placed his palm on the glass of the Twilight Zone, smiling soft and timid.
Seb looked around the arcade and then back at Blaine, his own lips curling at the sight. "Do you, uh…need a moment or…?"
Blaine turned his blushing cheeks away and murmured, "Shut up," before clearing his throat, casting a coy smile at him and holding out an open palm. "I'm assuming the tokens are for me?" A loaded question, He knew. He knew what Seb was doing; he knew it, all of it, was for him.
Seb nodded and handed over enough tokens for Blaine to play, situated himself where the back of the game met the wall and leaned against the side of it. He watched the way the colored lights from the game, played off Blaine's features, but mainly he just watched Blaine's features. The way they relaxed as he eased into the thrill of the game—content illuminating his eyes and curving the ends of his lips into a crooked smile. Almost there.
Seb considered the way Blaine's arms flexed in the tight fitting short sleeved polo he was wearing; watched as he alternated between licking the side of his upper lip and biting his bottom lip; traced the dips and curves of his furrowed brows; admired his concentration and skill.
Seb had gone completely forgotten, his chuckle falling unheard.
He tapped his fingers on the glass surface when Blaine lost, a quiet groan passing through the other boy's lips, and smirked. He cast a smug glance down at the game and back at Blaine. "This game doesn't look that hard." He decided, tilting over the edge and eyeing the design.
Blaine's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, his head jerking back slightly in amusement. "You think so?
"Of course," Seb nodded, "I'm a highly skilled and educated individual B This is all just timing. I think I can handle it."
Blaine snorted and switched places with him. "By all means." He teased, offering up his place with an overzealous bow. Seb rolled his eyes in returned and fed some tokens into the machine confidently.
He was so wrong, so very, very wrong.
The game, he decided, was rage inducing and pointless. "How am I supposed to keep the ball going if the bars are spaced so far apart?" He growled, smashing his fingers into the buttons on the side of the machine and huffing angrily. How was this ridiculous game, this difficult? Maybe Blaine was right; maybe he was competitive it's just, Smythes didn't lose—they just…didn't.
Blaine placed a hand on his before he could shove another token in the slot (and most likely jam it). His shoulders shook with silent laughter as he regarded Sebastian. He would have shot him a snarky comment in annoyance but when he really looked up, Blaine's eyes were squinted with laughter and there behind the back of his hand was that smile. His friend was finally smiling more honestly than he had all day and his laugh was free and frighteningly beautiful.
"I can help you" Blaine offered when he pulled himself together. "I've developed a strategy for this game. I could show you, if you want."
Seb nodded begrudgingly and allowed Blaine to slide under his arms and position himself between the machine and his body. The smaller boy put the tokens in and pulled the lever to release the ball before placing his soft, mildly calloused fingers over his and playing the game with him.
They played like that for hours—together.
Sebastian eventually removed his fingers from beneath Blaine's, loosely wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin atop his shoulder. Most of his focus was on the way Blaine's body jerked and shifted beneath him, but every now and then he paid attention and made a witty comment about Blaine's skills with handling balls hotly in his ear.
It took Blaine's stomach growling embarrassingly loud to get the boys away from the pinball machine and into the food court.
Cheese fries was their choice of ailment after standing in the line for far too long in Sebastian's opinion. They sat close together at a small table next to the fountain drinks and ate, wrapped up in their own world of teasing, flirty comments, comfort, laughter and beautiful honest smiles.
Neither boy noticed a pair of ocean blue eyes casting a tentative glance in their direction.
Sebastian heard it first as they made their way to Blaine's parked BMW convertible and grit his teeth. He wasn't even going to apologize for hoping they got to the car before Blaine heard it too. He even thought he might cast a hard look out of the passenger window at the boy for his audacity to even approach them.
No such luck.
It was stronger the second time, though no less unsure than the first. His voice carried over the sounds of running engines and echoed voices. "Blaine!"
Blaine halted in his tracks and pivoted on the balls of his feet to face him. Seb turned shortly after schooling his irate expression into one that was unreadable and met the sight of Kurt Hummel guilty standing before them and that obtrusive midget girl with the crazy eyes—Rachel—who was standing behind him.
Kurt shifted from foot to foot, digging his hands into his coat pockets, and alternated his gaze from Blaine to Sebastian curiously. There was a moment were his gaze landed on Seb's and bored into him hard as if staring long enough would give him some kind solution to his obvious trouble figuring out why Blaine was with him and happily by choice at that.
"Well," Seb started, breaking the ice, "The prodigal queen has returned."
Kurt's eyes narrowed at him and Blaine nudged him in the side.
Kurt stepped forward, decidedly ignoring his presence all together. "Blaine…" His voice cracked, forcing him to cough and start again. "Blaine about the coffee shop…"
Blaine cut him off. "Forget it Kurt. I don't really feel like giving you the satisfaction of explaining yourself. Not sure I want to hear your excuses."
"Blaine, you've hardly given him a chance!" Rachel squawked defensively.
"Rachel stop" Kurt begged, pushing his friend further behind him.
Blaine's entire body tensed; he was holding back. Gritting his teeth, his eye's shifted to the small girl as he spoke. "With all due respect Rachel, you don't know anything about the chances I've given Kurt."
"Blaine please." Kurt pleaded, he was already crying (of course). "I was going to show up, I was…"
The sound of Sebastian's disbelieving snort interrupted him. "Did the length of your acrylic nails stop you from texting him, maybe to let him know—I don't know—before during or after you decided to stand him up?"
"Shut up Sebastian!" Kurt yelled, the coif of his hair bouncing as he angrily jerked his head with it.
"Seb stop." Blaine pleaded, turning his honey eyes up at him and that and that alone was the reason he bit back his retort.
"As for you Kurt" Blaine continued, "You can go ahead and save it. I waited for you until the Lima Bean closed last night. That was your chance and you blew it." Blaine's voice was strained, his emotions guarded. Seb could see how hard it was for him to keep it together.
Kurt's eyes filled with panic. Rachel gripped his arm to keep him grounded, to keep him from rushing over to Blaine and making a fool of himself. "Blaine I'm sorry. Please give me another chance. I messed up but I'm so, so sorry. Okay? I'm sorry."
Blaine snapped. "Being 'sorry' is the bare minimum of what you need to be to make it up to me Kurt!" He shook his head frantically, "It's not enough to make up for breaking up with me and ripping my heart out, breaking your stupid promises that we'd stay best friends and talk all the time and leaving me to look like an idiot, waiting for you to show up last night and-and talk to me at your request.I-I looked pathetic, sitting there with your coffee order, stupidly hoping you'd show up and you didn't. I felt pathetic. You made me feel pathetic, Kurt!'
The honk of a car, long and excessive, punctuated Blaine's outburst and they were reminded they were in the middle of a parking garage attracting sneers and judgment with their scene.
They moved to the side and let the car pass as an uncomfortable silence fell over them.
"I know" Kurt replied, small and vulnerable, breaking the silence only for a moment before it once again encompassed them.
Sebastian realized in that moment the mistake he made with Blaine earlier. It was subtle really but he could pinpoint the exact moment he let it happen. As the memories projected on the walls of his mind he pinpointed the moment he allowed himself to entertain the thought of something more with Blaine. This was what that kind of vulnerability led to; two people hurt.
It reminded him why he never wanted a boyfriend. They weren't boyfriends.Blaine had, had a boyfriend and his heart was breaking because of it. Here was why they drew the boundary line at friendship and casual sex. He should have never let that line get blurred today. He should have been a friend for Blaine, not a silly crushing boy, fixated on making the other boy smile.
Kurt's voice pulled him out of his thoughts as he stumbled over his words. "I'll-I'll be at the Lima Bean. Okay? I'll wait until close—I'll wait and if you don't show up I'll take it for what it is. I'll leave you alone—forever—if you don't show up, I'll understand and I won't bother you again, but I hope you do show up. I always hope you show up." Kurt nodded with the finality of his words and turned, pulling a protesting Rachel along as he walked away.
It occurred to Seb that Blaine needed to go to that coffee shop the moment his tired hazel eyes turn up to him with tears pooling at the rim.
—-TUESDAY EVENING—-
This was a mistake.
It wasn't really but Blaine couldn't help but feeling like it was once he stepped into the Lima Bean and spotted the barista, Audrey, from the night before. The girl smiled kindly and waved him over. He smile was forced—stiff—as he debated walking right back out. He really wished Sebastian hadn't opted to take a cab home and effectively taking away his excuse to delay this for another time, maybe Christmas or Easter.
"He's here." She cheered, beaming at him when he reached the counter. "I was given strict instructions to give you your—already paid for—steaming cup of coffee when you arrived."
Blaine thanked her. He didn't have the heart to tell her this wasn't a date that called for her excitement.
He turned to the seating area and sure enough, there Kurt was, unknowingly calming his fear of being stood up again and sitting at the exact same table he sat in last night. Blaine wondered momentarily if Kurt had asked the barista where he sat or if he too felt it to be the perfect spot for this.
Kurt looked up at the sound of the chair scraping against the ground as Blaine pulled it out to sit down.
He was relieved to see him, that much was clear. It was written in bold, and italicized in every one of his features. Blaine looked deep into his crystal blue eyes and saw that he was hurting too. It calmed him a bit to truly see how sorry he was up close and personal. He made a mistake and he wasn't perfect but this was Kurt.
"I wanted to be angrier with you—be a little difficult so you'd have to try harder." Blaine admitted shamefully.
"You should be." Kurt stated, toying with the straw for his iced latte.
Blaine nodded. "I should be."
Kurt looked up and met Blaine's gaze full on for the first time since he sat down. "I'm so sorry Blaine."
"You said that already."
"I know, but I mean it. I wanted to come, I even got in my car to come here—I did…"
"But you didn't. You stood me up." Blaine interrupted, feeling a bit of bitterness return.
Kurt clamped his mouth shut and bit down on his tongue—held back something sharp and cutting no doubt. He was a master at yielding his words into a weapon—a knife that penetrated deep or a whip that left a gash in the skin or wrapped around the neck. When he felt cornered he used his words to protect him, to defend him and it was clear he felt that way now. Blaine had to commend him for his control. He instantly felt guilty for winding up being difficult anyways.
"I'm just trying to say, we're here now so let's just focus on that." Blaine amended, in hopes to get them on the right track.
Kurt smiled gratefully and nodded. "I missed you." He whispered.
"I missed you too Kurt, so much" Blaine replied, smiling despite himself.
Kurt shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears. "Blaine," the name fell from his lips—a whine almost—soft and pleading. "I made-I made a mistake. I got out to New York and it's as magical as I dreamed, my internship, Isabelle, everything." He took a breath and wiped at his nose. "But I miss you Blaine, every day I miss you. I miss your laugh, your smile, your stories, your support, your love. I miss you Blaine."
"Kurt…" Blaine started, but stopped when Kurt held out his hands to stop him.
"Let me finish please? I just-I got to thinking and after last night, after everything, I want to make it up to you. I want to take you back, I want to be together. I want my boyfriend back."
It occurred to Blaine, when Kurt finished his speech and waited patiently for him to collect his thoughts that everything he said, all those words piled together and presented to him were meant to flatter him and he wanted to be flattered by them. He felt he should want to fall back into Kurt but the only thing he felt was annoyed.
"Did you think about me?" He asked, his voice gravely and low when he spoke.
"What? Blaine of course I did. Weren't you listening?"
Blaine shook his head. He wasn't getting it. "No. Did you think about me; my feelings and about what I needed? I mean I'm listening to what you said. You said you want your boyfriend back—not our relationship—your boyfriend…"
"Blaine, that's not-"
"No, now you let me finish because that's exactly it. You didn't think about me. You decided that there wasn't room for little ol'me in your life when you packed and moved to the big city. You got what you wanted—you wanted, not me—and realized there was a little space you couldn't fill in your heart after you kicked me out and replaced it with New York and thought you could knock two birds with one stone and fill it back up with your boyfriend and make it up to me by taking me back?" a humorless laugh crept through his lips, "Giving you your boyfriend back isn't going to heal my broken heart—it's shot and shattered and needs a little more care than that."
Kurt's lips moved around words he couldn't speak. With a small sob he managed, "I'm so selfish," releasing a shaky breath.
Blaine reached out for his hands and squeezed, tilting his head to meet Kurt's downcast eyes. "Kurt you're not perfect, but neither am I. You think like that because I let you. I spent our whole relationship putting you before myself seventy-five percent of the time. I lose myself in you Kurt—completely—and you for everything beautiful and wonderful that you are, you let me." Hot tears blurred his sight and spilled, running down his cheeks. "I can't do that to myself anymore. We'd only run ourselves into the ground until this" he gestured between them, "is irreparable."
"I don't want to lose you" Kurt moaned wiping his wet cheeks with the back of his hand.
"I don't want to lose you either, I couldn't handle losing you forever, but for now I think we need some space and you—you're going to do amazing things Kurt—you don't need me holding you back."
"Does Sebastian have anything to do with it?" Kurt spat, his insecurities on display as he fixed Blaine with a hard glare.
"Don't. Don't you dare look at me like that. Don't you dare act like my and Sebastian's friendship is some atrocious act of betrayal. You don't know anything about him or how he's been there for me and don't you dare act like he has anything to do with this. This is about us and how we broke our promises to each other." Blaine countered, the words softening Kurt's glare.
"I'm sorry, you're right. I just, I love you Blaine and we're not together like we used to be and I saw you earlier—the way you were with him—and I just…"
"We're just friends." Blaine stated, earning a nod in return. That was half the truth. Not only were they a step more than friends but Sebastian meant more to him than just that. He was becoming Blaine's best friend.
"Can-Can I have a kiss goodbye? I mean until next time? I made a promise to never say goodbye to you, I could at least keep that one, and I don't think I could stand to lose you completely either." Kurt peered at him from under his lashes, letting a smile grace his face. He truly was beautiful, Blaine thought.
"Yeah I think I could manage that."
Both boys chuckled lightly as Blaine moved to the seat next to Kurt. He gently cupped Kurt's face and placed a soft peck on the tip of his nose as he always used to do. Their eyes met right before they shut them tight and closed the distance between their lips. The kiss was chaste with minimal tongue and salty from their tears. It was a gentle farewell.
Kurt pulled away first and pressed their foreheads together. "You taste different." He whispered kindly, running his fingers over Blaine's where it rested on his neck.
"It's still me, Kurt." Blaine answered, opening his eyes and staring deep into Kurt's cerulean eyes.
"I know, it's just—you're not mine anymore."
"No, I'm not."
Kurt didn't stay long after that. They shared another short kiss and he walked out of the coffee shop, off to take on life without Blaine.
Blaine left shortly after, gathering their barely touched drinks and tossing them. He didn't miss Audrey wipe her eyes and smile warily at him as he sauntered towards the exit. He nodded sweetly and waved his fingers at her before walking out and driving back to Dalton.
—-WEDNESDAY MORNING—-
The next morning Blaine rose early and found himself outside of Sebastian's dorm room door, showered and ready for them spend the day getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner with his family. They had the day off since it was the day before Thanksgiving and most students had already traveled home or out of country and state to visit their families. He and Seb had agreed to drive to Blaine's together after Seb finally relented and agreed to attend the dinner party.
Blaine knocked on the door softly as he poked his head inside. Seb didn't have a roommate so he'd taken to inviting himself in since the other boy hardly locked the door ever and sometimes didn't feel much like getting up to answer it.
"Sebastian," he whispered as he padded across the room. Of course he wasn't up. It was 8AM, also known as "Way to fucking early," by Sebastian. He shook him gently and jumped back when the boy turned to look up, sputtering when he was met with the bare chest and brown eyes of one of the boys from his physics class.
"Scottland?"
"Uh, hey man." Scottland groaned awkwardly. "What's up?"
Blaine didn't get a chance to answer for at that very moment, the boy he had intended to see walked in the room with towel wrapped low around his waist and a shower caddy in hand.
"Blaine." Sebastian said quietly.
"I'll just-I'll wait for you in the car." Blaine didn't give him a chance to respond, just pushed past him and ran all the way to his car.
Twenty minutes later Seb opened the back passenger door, placed his duffle bag inside and then slid into the passenger seat in the front.
They sat there, their breathing the only sound in the fogged up car.
"Blaine," Seb started, eyes glued to his lap, "I never said I would stop…hooking up—with other guys, I mean."
Blaine sniffed loudly and started the car. "I know. It's fine."
He pulled out of his assigned parking spot and drove out off the lot. This Thanksgiving, he could at least be thankful for the universe making sure he knew exactly where he stood with all the boys in his life.
tbc
End A/N: So please don't be too angry with me. They still have a lot of growing to do. Talk to me. I'd love to hear back from you guys with this one. I think this is one that I'm really proud of and I want to know what you all think. Also companion piece is on the way and it'll be from both Tina and Seb's POV of Blaine being stood up, so look out for that! x
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