-Blaine POV Cont.
The entire night passed with Blaine asleep in Jacob's arms. The morning came, and when he woke up, he was still dressed. Jacob had not tried anything while he was asleep, which was...disconcerting. Okay so he had gotten a candle lit dinner, received a blowjob, and then Jacob had let him get a full night sleep. It was total blindsiding. He expected romantic chaste things from Emmett, it was in the vampire's nature to be a gentleman, but Jacob? Jacob was more like a fraternity member. He just wasn't romantic, he was controlling, horny, and well...Jacob.
Now, that wasn't to suggest that he couldn't be attractive in his own way. He was strong, he sometimes made this cute pout with his lips, and when he was sleeping? Well that was when he was his most adorable. It wasn't because it was when he was safest, it was because all his worry, all his anger, everything faded away and his face was calm and serene. He also snored, which no one could say was intimidating.
Jacob's snores were brushing over Blaine's ears now. He wondered how he had been able to stay asleep. It was soft, but everything was loud when it was right up against your eardrum. Blaine really wanted to get up, but Jacob's arm was tight over his body. As he tried to lift the limb off of him, he realized that the weight came from Jacob's muscles, not from any actual exertion. He finally managed to slip out and get out of bed.
A sure way for Jacob to get pissed again would be to wake up without his imprint next to him. So instead, Blaine just stood next to the window and let the cool air wash over him. Jacob was not only heavy, he was hot, in the literal sense. The man had to run at least a hundred degrees, if not warmer. It was a sharp contrast to Emmett who was always cool and comfortable.
Blaine knew that Jacob would be mad if he woke up in the room alone, but Blaine wanted to do something for him. He was giving being a good guy a chance and it was going to be mean enough when he chose Emmett. He decided that since Jacob had cooked, he could do the dishes.
Sneaking ninja like into the hall Blaine reached the kitchen and started to work. He took all of the dishes and washed them, thinking about his life as he did so. Washing was such a good metaphor for how his life was right now. Jacob was trying to clean the image he had built of himself, Constantine was trying to scrub away the past, and Emmett was trying to make a clean path for the future. It was no wonder, he felt so confused and guilty about everything. He had been rubbed raw, and his emotions were now under the sting of the water. If Jacob had been out on patrol, Blaine might've cried, but he knew it would be disastrous for the wolf to see him shedding tears. Instead, he poured himself into his cleaning, hoping that when the dishes were sparkling clean, his mind would be too.
Of course, it didn't work, he had to be a man and face what he was feeling, not just try to hide it. When he was done with the dishes, he turned to the table and started chipping off the dry wax, form the candles that Jacob had left burning. Just as he was throwing the last of the wax in the trash, a knock came from the door. Faster than Blaine would've though possible, Jacob was there, only in boxers as he creaked the door open.
"Oh, it's you." He said relieved, "I thought that Emmett might have come for Blaine." Blaine had to give Jacob even more bonus points for not saying the word 'leech.'
"Nah, I heard that the transfer went over smoothly, so I thought I'd come see how you two were doing...If that's okay?" The voice of Same came from the doorway. Blaine's heart jumped in his chest. Out of all the wolves in the world, Same was his favorite. He was such a great guy to be around.
"Of course, come in. The kitchen is still a mess from last-" Jacob cut off when he saw the spotless kitchen before him. He smiled a little and then said quietly.
"Babe, I would've cleaned up."
Blaine shook his head. "If you're going to try to be my man, then there are relationship rules that people follow. You cooked, I cleaned."
"Yea Jake, do you know how much I would pay to have Emily do the dishes? Don't bitch about gifts." Sam said, deciding now was a good time to enter the conversation. He added. "And what the fuck? Am I ridden with the plague or something?" He held his arms out for a hug. Blaine looked at Jacob, who nodded and Blaine gave Sam a big hug.
"Don't think just because you were having fun over there, meant we were having a ball. I missed you kid." Sam said tousling Blaine's hair.
Blaine gave a mock glare and said, "I'm not a kid, and I'm not a fucking bank deposit! 'The transfer was completed?'
"I actually said 'the transfer went over smoothly.' You have to chill out, or I might start calling you Kid BD." Sam said laughing.
"BD?"
"Yea, Bank Deposit. Whoa chill out kid, I was just kidding." He suddenly jumped back when Blaine grabbed a kitchen knife from the drying towel.
Jacob just stayed back and smiled at this. Blaine wondered how the wolf perceived Sam in relation to things. He hoped that Jacob could see that Sam was like an older brother. Then he almost laughed at how messed up his life would be if he tried to include Sam into things sexually. There was only so much complexity that his mind and body could handle.
A large chunk of the morning was spent with Blaine on the couch next to Jacob while he talked with Sam. As it turned out, his first statement wasn't exactly true. He had come over to discuss the patrol schedule, and when the next bonfire was. As it turned out, Jacob had been unable to spend any time with his pack, due to his association with Blaine. This made Blaine feel like shit, it was bad enough to have these emotional issues, but to know they were affecting the pack was unacceptable.
"Jake, now that I'm here for the week, why don't you call the pack together tonight?" Blaine suggested, but Jacob's face immediately pulled on a pained expression.
"Babe, I just got you back after a long weekend. I don't want to share you with anyone."
Blaine was going to tell Jacob how stupid that sounded, but Same beat him to it.
"Jacob, you are the alpha of our pack. I know you're going through a hard time right now, but you need to lead you people. Blaine is not an excuse to forget your duties."
Jacob hung his head and Blaine put a comforting arm around his shoulder. It was sad to see him so low. Jacob was only a year older than Blaine, but he held the responsibilities of someone his father's age.
"Jacob, let's have a pack meeting tonight, then you can have me for the rest of the week. Then on Friday when I go to Emmett's you can have a bonfire." Blaine tried to keep his voice positive, hoping that Jacob would snap out of it.
In the end, Jacob did agree to have a meeting that night, but he was still moping around. Sam decided that since there was going to be a pack meeting, he might as well hang around. Blaine thought the decision had innocent origins, but when Jacob went to take a shower, he turned to Blaine with a grin on his face.
"Finally, I thought he'd never leave us alone." He said excitedly.
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Why? Is something about to happen?"
"No! Of course not, but I wanted to see how you were doing. I couldn't believe it when Jacob told me the deal you had made, and even more unbelievable was that he agreed to it."
Blaine sighed, "Yep, I got to spend time with the man that I love, and all it cost me was breaking the heart of an alpha wolf. Yay me." He said, very unenthusiastic.
Sam rolled his eyes. "I told you kid, what matters most for you is that you are happy. Jacob doesn't make you happy that is not your fault. How many people all over the world, see someone that they fall in love with only to find out that the person is already taken?"
"That's not the same Sam! Jacob loved me first, then I saw Emmett. Your explanation has flaws."
Another eye roll. "You have flaws Blaine. It is not a crime to love someone. And all of this is besides the fact that Jacob has hurt you. Legally, in at least forty states, you'd be within your rights to shoot him."
"I don't want Jacob to die. It's bad enough that I'm breaking his heart. The only thing that I can think of to remedy it, is magic. That's why I'm waiting until my birthday."
Sam smiled, "Well, then you have no leg to stand on. If you do your mojo, his heart won't be broken and you won't have anything to feel bad about. But so help me Blaine, if you do not come to visit me and Emily, I'll go looking for you."
Without thinking Blaine blurted out, "Well you'll have to wait until after the honeymoon, Alice wants the wedding to be as soon as poss-" Blaine cursed and covered his mouth with his hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck. Son of a bitch and other bad words. He had not meant to tell any of the wolves about the engagement. Blaine might have been pissed, but Sam was ecstatic. He kept his voice down so as to not alert Jacob, but the excitement was still present.
"Oh fuck! Really? Damn Blaine, I'm so happy for you. Congratulations. You better invite me, and Emily...does Alice have the dresses picked out?"
"Sam could you zip it please? If Jacob finds out he will kill everyone in a fifty miles radius."
Sam rolled his eyes and lowered his voice even more. "He'll find out eventually, but you're probably right. I won't even tell Emily until you say it's okay. I promise."
His eyes were sincere and Blaine couldn't deny that. All in all Alice had covered so much of the wedding, that he really hadn't needed to think of anything. However, there was one thing that he had control over. Besides, who else was he going to ask?
"Sam, if we are able to have the wedding here, and we don't have to flee the country, would you do me the honor of being my Best Man? If you don't want to, I'd understand, because of Jacob."
Sam's face broke into a huge grin. "Yes. Of course I will Blaine. Thank you."
Blaine smiled as Jacob came out of the shower with a towel around his waist. He was smiling because the man who had cared for him was going to be his best man. Jacob smiled back though, furthering Blaine's lies.
Look, Jacob can be nice, when he wants. Don't think I've gone soft on you, Jacob still needs to find out about the engagement. I swear things will turn dark again.