Just a short little chappie. Mostly fluff, but I wanted to write some SPOV before continuing on. Enjoy!
SPOV
The first thing I register when I wake up is that I'm curled up on something. It's too oddly shaped to be a couch, and it's giving off warmth. I slowly open my eyes to find myself in the arms of a sleeping Blaine Anderson.
I watch him sleep for a few minutes before reaching up and running my fingertips lightly over his cheek. He makes a small noise and leans into the touch, but doesn't wake up.
I smile as I lay my head back down on his chest. It's been so long since I've felt free enough to get close to someone like this. I didn't realize how much I missed it.
Before this whole mess, I was always afraid. No one knew it; I made sure of that. But no matter how good I was at fooling other people into thinking I was fine, I was never able to fool myself. Deep inside, I always held the fear that people would hurt me. That's why I never let them get too close. I pushed away all forms of personal relationships with anyone out of the fear that they would turn out the same way as my father. He was supposed to love me, but he didn't.
I convinced myself that it was my fault; that something was wrong with me that made me unlovable. And, if it was me that something was wrong with, then everyone I let close would do the same thing. So I pushed people away as an act of desperate self-preservation. I put on a mask, a smirk and a cocky attitude, and I kept everyone at a distance.
As cheesy as it sounds, Blaine really did change that. He refused to let me push him away. Even when he was mad at me, he was still closer to me than I wanted. I could feel myself falling in love with him, bit by bit, so I started being meaner to him. I hated myself for it, but I thought I had to protect myself.
But I was wrong. Blaine has seen me at my absolute weakest, most vulnerable, lowest point, and, instead of taking advantage of my weakness, like my father would have, Blaine protected me. He stayed by my side, and he went out of his way to help me, even though I've been nothing but mean to him.
And now, he's taken me into his home, and, currently, into his arms, for no reason other than to help me. It's a feeling that's so alien to me; knowing that someone has no ulterior motives for lending a hand.
Somehow, deep down, I know that Blaine would never hurt me. I don't know how I know, but I do. In fact, the feeling is slightly unsettling. This is the first time I've been close to someone without being afraid. But some part of me knows that I don't have to be afraid anymore. At least, not with him. Lying here, in his arms, I feel safer than I have in years.
As I watch, Blaine stirs, his hold on me tightening, before he opens his eyes. He blinks down at me for a moment before smiling.
"Hey," he murmurs, "Sleep well?"
I nod. "Better than I have in a long time," I admit. "How about you?"
He nods sleepily. "Yeah. I guess I was more tired then I thought."
Just then, his mom calls up the stairs. "Boys, dinner is ready!"
Dinner? The last thing I remember was lunch. "How long have I been asleep?" I ask.
Blaine glances over at the clock. "For the better part of the afternoon."
I find myself oddly disappointed when he releases his hold on me before getting up, but he turns and offers a hand. I take it carefully and let him help me down the stairs.
Surprisingly, dinner is not as awkward as I've been expecting. Blaine's mom includes me in the conversation as if I've been here for years. "So, Sebastian," she says easily, "Blaine tells me that you sing as well?"
I smile at her. "Yes ma'am."
She smiles kindly. "Sebastian, please, call me Julie. I'm not old enough for 'ma'am' yet."
I nod, slightly in awe of the grace and kindness with which she's handled my being here. She reminds me a lot of my own mother. "Okay…Julie."
She smiles again and turns to discuss something with Blaine as I think that maybe I could get used to this.
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~TheSongSmith