Blaine finds the Asian attractive, too attractive.
Chapter 4 {The Art of Eye-Fucking}
"You have been hanging around with Mike a lot lately," Kurt eyed Blaine suspiciously as he pulled out his cell phone to respond to a text from the Asian.
"Well, he is pretty awesome." Blaine shrugged and smiled at his phone. Mike mentioned the significance of Neville Longbottom. "And I don't hang around him a lot. I've only known him for two weeks. I only spend time with him when you are busy." Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt. Kurt returned the kiss gratefully.
"Ewwwww," Blaine pulled away from the kiss to see Puck and Mercedes walking in hand and hand.
"Shut up Noah," Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Sorry guys."
"It is fine." Blaine waved it away and took Kurt's hand into his.
When Mike walked in Blaine felt a familiar rush of butterflies in his stomach. He smiled and waved for Mike to sit by him. Unfortunately Tina was in front of him, leading him to a different seat. Mike sent Blaine an annoyed look and a pitiful little side smile as he turned around and sat in front of him.
Blaine felt Kurt's hand slip out of his quickly. He looked away from the back of Mike's head to Kurt. Kurt was looking up at Finn, whose eyes were fixed on the empty seat next to them. Kurt smiled up and Finn and twitched his head to the seat, welcoming him.
Finn grinned and took his seat. Blaine watched the scene with pleasure. They were fighting a lot and it was good to see that they had finally come out of it better friends.
"Mr. Shue-"
"If I may" Mike muttered the rest of Rachel's sentence. Blaine chuckled and leaned slightly foreword, just to be closer to Mike. Everyone else seemed slightly deaf to what he said. But isn't that the normal way of things?
"I was wondering if we could focus on a possible solo I have planned out for regionals?"
Blaine zoned out. He was staring at the tag sticking out from the back of Mike's shirt. He wanted to reach out and tuck it but he felt like Mike would feel harassed? Would he take it the wrong way? Knowing that I am gay. Just because I want to tuck his tag in doesn't mean I fancy myself infatuated with the Asian. Rachel was now singing in front of the class. Blaine was still too distracted to pay much attention.
"Hon, fix the tag in your shirt." Tina whispered to him. Mike nodded and reached his hand back. Blaine's eyes scanned over the smoothness of Mike's fingers as they fumbled with the tag. After the tag was back in its proper place Mike's hand froze. Blaine's eyes widened as Mike rubbed at the back of his neck, ruffling the tips of his black hair. He bit his lip as Mike's hand slowly went up into his hair and combed through it lazily.
Mike leaned forward and ran both his hands through his hair. His shirt tightened around him and Blaine observed the lean muscles that rippled through Mike's back. Blaine put a hand to his mouth and began chewing on the tip of his thumb habitually as Mike shifted his body a little.
Blaine could faintly hear Mr. Shue's voice in the background. He blinked slowly and licked his lips for a second time as Mike lifted his arms up and yawned. A whole new set of muscles revealed themselves. Blaine imagined those muscular arms embracing him or those slim fingers touching his face. Blaine shuddered and finally tore his eyes away and looked at the ceiling.
"Blaine? Blaine?" He jumped and his eyes immediately went back to Mike, who was turned in his seat and was looking at him with a look of confusion, which quickly turned into a mocking smirk. Blaine's eyes flicked to Mike's neck.
"Yes? What?" He leaned back in his chair and looked around for who was talking to him. Rachel was looking at him, almost glaring.
"I don't know how it was at Dalton but in New Directions we pay attention to other people's talent." She said with an offended sniff.
A smile came to his lips and he exchanged glances with an annoyed Kurt.
"I'm sorry Rachel. I was," his voice cracked. "Distracted…I guess."
Rachel rolled her eyes and scoffed before returning to her seat.
"Distracted? More like uninterested." Kurt muttered and nudged him. "Next time, stare at her and she'll think you are listening." Kurt winked.
"Good to know." Blaine's voice was still cracky. "Sorry, she makes me kind of nervous." To be more correct he makes me nervous.
An endearing smile came to Kurt's face and he leaned in and kissed Blaine on the cheek. "Stop being adorable. Are you feeling okay Finn?" Finn had started coughing halfway between Kurt's sentence.
"I'm okay," Finn muttered. His face was red as he looked down at his hands.
-Don't mind Rachel, she can be an attention whore but sometimes she has a good heart.-
Blaine smiled and looked up at Mike. He was standing on the other side of the choir room now dancing with Tina. Mike sent a subtle wink to Blaine as he spun Tina around.
-Kurt told me she can be a bit two faced. I just wish I wasn't already on her bad list.-
-Next time don't be so distracted. Ha! What was distracting you? Your boyfriend sitting next to you?-
-I guess you could say it had to do something with…someone.-
-Haha, it's cute how you want to keep your relationship subtle. I approve of subtly-
-I'm very glad indeed that you approve. Asian approval is something I always strive for. If there is anything else I can do sir to keep your good opinion please inform me at once. -
-I shall admit one thing my friend. I like your hair better when it isn't tame. But that is just my Asian opinion-
Blaine felt his face get hot when he read the message. He looked around to Kurt, he was huddled in a corner discussing something with Finn. Blaine smiled when Kurt looked up and grinned at him. He sent a quick wink and turned back around.
-You think I'm pretty without any hair gel in?- Blaine sent the text before he could think about it. Out of embarrassment Blaine quickly sat down at the piano to hide his face from everyone's view. He watched Mike's feet dance around Tina's high healed and lacy boots. He shrunk even further when the Asian's converse shoes came to a stop. A second later Mike's phone fell to the floor. Blaine buried his hand in his face, his red forehead peeking out from behind his fingers.
"Mike," Brittany said with a laugh. "You dropped your phone."
"Yeah," Mike's voice was in a higher, nervous pitch. "Thanks Brit."
A few seconds later Blaine's phone buzzed in his pocket. Blaine's stomach lurched as he reached for the device.
-Haha! I think you're funny when you hide behind the piano.-
Blaine swallowed, relieved.
-I know you love HP so I let my walls come down.-
-Let's go all the way tonight (and by all the way I mean Deathly Hallows P1 in theatre. You in? Tina is hanging out with her Asian cousins again tonight.)-
-No regrets, just love…of Harry Potter (Depends on Kurt really. I don't know if he has plans. Just let me ask.)- Blaine slipped the phone back into his slack pockets and strode over to Kurt and Finn. Their voices were lowed and he couldn't catch a word.
"Hey Kurt," Blaine rocked back and forth on his feet. "Do we have plans tonight?"
"Actually, I'm going out to dinner with my family."
Finn nodded in agreement.
"Okay, so Finn will be giving you a ride?" Blaine smiled. His phone buzzed and he resisted the urge to pull it out quickly.
"Yes I will." Finn smiled nervously.
"Okay…well. I'm going to practice on the piano some more." He jerked his head back to the piano and spun around to walk back.
-We can wait for our letters from Hogwarts until we die. (I await your owl)-
-You and I, we'll be young forever, If we use the philosophers stone. (Affirmative. Straight to the theatre after this or…)-
-You make me feel like I'm living a HP dream they way you turn me on…to literature? Hah! It sounds wrong. (Of course! You drive though. Tina gave me a ride this morning.)-
-I can't sleep, let's hunt horcruxes and don't ever look back! (I can handle that. It'll give me a break from your crazy Asian driving)-
Blaine's smiled and quietly played some of the keys on the piano. He looked up at Mike, he was dancing with Brittany now while Tina practiced singing with Mercedes. Mike's eyes connected with Blaine's for a moment. Oh dear god. What am I doing? He is straight, in love with his girlfriend, and not to mention the fact that I have a boyfriend. Blaine's face got red again out of frustration this time.
"Are you going somewhere with Mike?" Brittany and Santana cornered Blaine as he put on his coat.
"Why yes I am. We are going to the movies."
"If you hurt Kurt I'll kick your ass dapper boy." Santana glared and pursed her lips together in a sassy pout.
"Yeah…and if you hurt Mike, Asian Santa won't bring you any presents next year."
Blaine's eyebrows stitched together in confusion.
"What are you two talking about?" He pulled his scarf on and his eyes looked to Mike who was kissing Tina goodbye.
"I'm very experienced when it comes to all things sexual and you and Mike have mucho amounts of sexual tension." Santana placed her hands on her hips. "If you try anything…"
"Santana has gaydar…except for sex. Sexdar?"
Blaine flushed and threw his hands up in the air.
"I'm not going to try anything." Blaine lowered his voice. "Mike and I…" Blaine's eyes flicked to Mike who was leaning against the door way with his neck craned back and his hands shoved in his pockets. Blaine licked his lips before he could stop himself. "Are just really good friends."
Santana and Brittany exchanged a knowing look.
"If you two are just friends then why do I always catch you eye-fucking him."
"Eye-fucking," Blaine swallowed and avoiding looking the other two in the eyes. "Alright, I find him attractive. Is that a crime? I'm not going to try anything. I don't have a crush on him. Besides he is straight. Evidence could never have been clearer. I swear to god if you tell anyone…"
"We won't tell anyone but watch your back Anderson. If you keep checking him out people are going to notice." With that Santana took Brittany's hand and walked away.
Mike, sensing the all clear, walked over to him.
"What was that all about?" He furrowed his eyebrows and began pouting in thought. So fucking adorable.
Blaine looked down, not wanting to be caught.
"They were just…giving me some warnings."
"Lame," Mike placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder and turned him towards the door. Blaine bit his lip and glanced over at Brit and San. Santana put her fingers up to her eyes and then pointed to him "I'm watching you"
"It's been two weeks. You think they would let up about the new kid thing." Mike put his arm over Blaine's shoulder in a friendly bro-like gesture. Blaine could smell a slight hint of cologne and is that a lemon scent? Out of all the things in the world Mike, you have to smell that intoxicating.
"It wasn't about the new kid thing." Blaine loosened the scarf around his neck and his fingers grazed up against the hand that Mike had on his shoulder. He felt Mike's grip tighten slightly then quickly pull away.
"Oh?" Mike turned around and started walking backwards down the empty school halls. He faced Blaine with a curious gorgeous smile. "What we're they pressuring you about?"
"Something else," Blaine raised an eyebrow and grinned. "A secret that I shall take to the grave with me."
Mike scoffed.
"You have horcruxes don't you?"Mike's small smile turned into a big mocking grin. In that moment Blaine wanted to shove him up against the lockers and kiss him.
"You caught me," Blaine winked. Mike, still walking backwards, stumbled over a garbage can. "Oho! Smooth."
Mike sat up and laughed. "Yes, laugh at the stumbling Asian." Mike shook his head and looked around to see if anyone else saw it.
Blaine, still laughing heartily, held out his hand for Mike to take. Mike gratefully took his hand and pulled himself up. Blaine tired not to gaze at the muscles that flexed in Mike's arms but failed.
"What are you staring at Blaine?" Mike laughed, twitching his neck to the side.
"Nothing, important. I just dazed off in thought is all."
"Is that a regular occurrence with you?" He raised an eyebrow and walked began to walk backwards again.
"Not normally, I just have a lot of things on my mind."
"Like?"
You, you, oh and you.
"Kurt I guess. He's a definite Chang-I mean change in my life." Blaine instantly looked away from Mike who decided to turn around and walk by Blaine instead. Oh Blaine, why are you such a bumbling buffoon. He is straight. Sure he is dead attractive but he is also straight. He also has a girlfriend. You also have a boyfriend. You don't have a crush on him. He is straight. You have been down the path of having a crush on a straight guy, the results were not good. Blaine flinched as he remembered the guy had punched him in the face. I'm definitely not going to ruin another friendship because I find the Asian highly attractive.
"Well, I'm sure you have made a definite change in his life as well. He has never had a boyfriend or you know… a guy that actually liked him before."
Blaine swallowed, feeling immensely guilty.
"I'm not going to hurt him." He said defensively. "I care about him."
Mike stopped and shook his head. Blaine took a few steps before he realized that his friend wasn't by his side.
"I wasn't saying that." Mike grinned. "I trust you," he patted Blaine on the back. "To be honest, I'm more worried about him hurting you. Kurt is great and all but you are my friend."
"So if I messed up would you still be my friend?"
"Yes, I think I would, though I don't guarantee that we would be able to talk as much seeing as Tina is Kurt's friend. But don't think too much about such things Blaine. If you are the stand up guy you seem to be I doubt you will intentionally hurt Kurt." Mike nudged him playfully.
"Thank you Michael. Is it cool if I call you that? Michael?"
Mike nodded and his lips formed a satisfied smile.
"Yes, I like that. It works coming from you. It's very," Mike spun around and faced Blaine, walking backwards again. "Dapper." He put his hands up expressively.
Blaine snorted and pushed Mike forward into another garbage can. Mike, predicting this, did a back flip over it. Blaine's eyes instantly shot to the amount of flesh that appeared as Mike's sweater was pulled down by godsend gravity. His dancers abs were exactly how Blaine imagined they would be. I think about these things too much. It was only a flash but it was burnt into Blaine's memory. Like he had just flipped through a porn magazine.
"Nice try." Mike said after he landed and pulled his shirt down.