Finally got some inspiration, and changed my mind, simple as that. Hope there are some people still interested in this story. Enjoy!
A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy
Chapter 5: Cover My Eyes
Blaine now sat at home letting the small moments of beauty of Fauvette on his lap play over in his head, and the sensual noises the man had made echoed in his ears.
He had left with just that last kiss and nothing else, he would still the angelic dancer tonight and he was more than excited. He checked his phone, surprised to see no texts from Cherie; he would have to talk to her later about the kiss.
He was about to head upstairs to change into new clothes for when he headed to the clock when the front door open, only to have Gwen walk in.
"Hello darling, you need to change your shirt, your parents are coming for dinner." She said quickly, not even sparing Blaine a glance as she carried grocery bags to the kitchen and checked her phone with her free hand.
The last thing he needed today was to see his parents, he hated surprise dinners like this, and they were always just to make sure Blaine was keeping himself in line.
"I-I can't stay long, I made plans tonight." He said in attempt to stand up for himself and slowly walked into the kitchen to face his horrible excuse for a spouse'.
"With who?" Gwen simply scoffed as she pulled out items from her shopping bags.
"W-wes." He lied.
"Didn't your father tell you that he's not good for your image, really Blaine do you even think anymore?" Gwen snapped, glaring at him, her glares were never affective.
"I think it's up to me to decide who is good or bad for my image." Blaine said calmly and straightened his posture defensively before turning away and heading upstairs.
"Blaine Anderson you get back here!" He heard Gwen yell after him but ignored her.
He quickly changed into something simple, but would catch Fauvette's eyes on stage. A bright green sweater vest over a black polo looked perfect. Just as he was finishing slicking his curls back he heard the loud ring of the house doorbell and panicked.
He looked back at his reflection in his bathroom mirror and took a deep breath before heading downstairs.
"….he's still getting dressed; apparently he made plans before he knew about his own parents coming." He heard Gwen chirping from the small library, the place his parents usually took place first before dinner.
"And there his is! My boy!" Blaine saw his mother sit up from the plush loveseat and open her arms wide before rushing over to him and wrapping her arms around him tightly.
"Hi mom." He greeted slowly and patted her back as he looked across the room at his father, distraught looking as always.
"I swear you look more like Grandpa every time I see you." His mother smiled as he pulled away and grabbed him by his bicep to pull him onto the couch.
"Gwennie here was just telling us you made some plans prior to the evening." His father said tightly, his hair even more gray than he remembered and his crow's feet looked deeper.
"Yes, I'm having a few drinks with some old friends." Blaine said calmly and dared to look his father in the eye.
"Hm." The older man simply huffed and turned to smile on Gwen, "Would you happen to have any wine, the one I sent the two of you in bulk from Greece to be exact." He smiled, which was still a grim expression.
"Of course." Gwen bubbled before bouncing off to the kitchen.
"Have the two of you chosen a date yet?" His mother asked excitedly and patted the back of his hand, he glanced at her confusedly for a moment before…oh yeah, he was engaged.
"Uhm no not yet, we've both been pretty busy." He covered, they really didn't even discuss the wedding hypothetically yet, let alone try to chose a date.
"How about the twenty third of August." He father said casually but bitterly, Blaine immediately froze and looked down at his lap to clam himself.
"Richard! We are not doing this again." He heard his mother hiss.
"Doing what? It would be a nice sentiment, you know…in honor of Cooper; he would have loved to see Blaine get married." His father continued.
"He would have wanted me to be happy, he hated Gwen and you know it." Blaine snapped looking back to his father.
"Really? I remember him telling me you two were cute together, just before the accident." Blaine was done at that, he couldn't even look at his father.
"You're a liar." He said darkly before standing up from the couch and heading to the front door.
"Blaine where are you going?" He heard Gwen ask him mid step.
"Out." He mumbled before stepping out and slamming the door behind him and hopping in his car to head to Cameo's.
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He parked his car before practically power walking to the familiar club, he looked up at the stage to find that he already missed half of Fauvettes routine.
You touch me,
I hear the sound of mandolins
The song was slow, languid, and sensual just like Fauvettes movements. The sway of his hips teasing and the red glitter lining his eyes sparkled as bright as his eyes. His eyes like a signal at the end of a dark tunnel, Blaine drew closer to the stage, noticing the corset from earlier already discarded but didn't care Fauvette didn't need it to be more sexy.
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
Fauvette swings around the pole slowly before dipping backwards and looking over the crowd, Blaine's heart stops the moment his eyes meet his own. He sees a hint of a smile curl on the dancers lips before he stands up straight again and turns around to touch his back to the silver pole and slide down slowly.
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
The drum beat is loud and powerful after the lyrics and Fauvette shakes his hips perfectly along to it before dropping forward on his hands and knees.
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
He slowly crawls down to the edge of the stage and collects a few bills from the crowd before heading directly over to Blaine and settling on his knees in front of him. He passes his glitter covered palms down his chest slowly and smirks down at Blaine.
Blaine wants to pull him off stage, hold him close, and show all of the people in the crowd he belongs to him but he can't. He slowly falls back slowly with his legs under his back as the lights go dark and the song finishes.
For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
The crowd explodes in cat calls and clapping, Fauvettes dark form standing up again and disappearing behind the stage curtain making Blaine frown.
The announcer names the next performer and Blaine turns away from the stage to head over to the bar.
"Glass of Jameson." He orders and taps his fingers along the lighted bar and is surprised his drink is passed to him so quickly. He understands immediately when he sees the small red plastic card under the glass.
He immediately grabs the card and ignores his drink and headed over to the side door near the stage, one of the bouncers opening it up when he holds up the small red card.
He reaches the small familiar room and finds Fauvette sitting at his vanity like the first night they met. He walks up behind the beautiful brunette, and their eyes meet in the refection in the mirror, Fauvette grins widely and stands up from his seat.
"Blaine," he sighed happily and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, he hands immediately falling on the dancer's waist, "I was scared you weren't going to come." He whispered before leaning in to kiss Blaine's lips softly, making all of his bad feelings just melt away.
"You did beautifully tonight." Blaine whispered to him as he felt the soft contact disappear. He noticed he had closed his eyes and opened them to see Fauvette smiling at him once more, but the smile quickly faded to a worried look.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly and cupped Blaine's face.
"Nothing." Blaine lied.
"Don't lie to me, I can see it in your eyes, you're sad about something." Fauvette said softly, Blaine could only sigh and looked down at the floor as he tried to keep his wall from falling.
"Come with me." The dancer suddenly said and dropped his hands from Blaine's face to grab his hand and pulled him towards the door that led to his apartment. Blaine followed behind him up the stairs, reveling in the warmth and softness of Fauvette's hand until he felt them come to a stop.
They were in front of a bed, Fauvettes bed, Blaine started to panic inside and looked over to the dancer in surprise.
"You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but whenever I'm sad I like to be held until I feel better." He explained simply, his blue eyes sparkling with sincerity. He slowly pulled Blaine onto the bed and pulled him against his robe covered chest, holding him close by his waist and neck.
With everything going on Blaine finally broke down, feeling tears slowly collecting in his eyes and fall down his cheeks before soaking into the silk fabric of Fauvettes robe.
"Oh Blaine, sweet, beautiful Blaine." Fauvette whispered to him and squeezed around him before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
It was like that for the next half hour until Blaine's eyelids felt heavy and he began to drift to sleep.
"Blaine you can't let dad affect you so much he doesn't understand anything."
"Don't worry Squirt NYU has to let you in."
"Dad he doesn't want to go to Harvard! He isn't you so stop trying to make him into you!"
"I love you Blaine, you're my little brother I'd do anything for you!"
"Blaine…h-help…crashed…"
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So if anyone is still out there reading this, thank you for sticking with me, and if you are a new reader I hope you like this so far. Please don't hate me for killing off Coop! Things will progress and get better I promise. The song in this chapter is Wild as the Wind – David Bowie's version. The song is super good so I recommend you try and listen to it! Please review!