Blaine DeBeers: iZombie

          Blaine DeBeers | iZombie ❝ What's that old proverb? Mo' money, mo' problems! ❞

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The dress hanging from her closet door was only moderately surprising. She had expected Blaine to do or want to do something for New Year’s Eve, but he was a little sneaky with his plans. Smirking to herself, Shay got ready and slipped into the dress, taking a moment to admire Blaine’s taste. It was easy to figure out where he was, the trail of lights and Don E dressed up being the biggest hints. 

When she finally sat down and he started singing, her cheeks immediately turned red. How he’d managed to plan all this when he’d been on a cruise for a week was beyond her. Though Blaine had probably made Don E do most of the work. Her eyes rolled as he started singing the tune. “What an over achiever…” She murmured, just loud enough for Don E to hear. Though the brunette couldn’t deny that it was nice…and romantic, which was clearly what the zombie was going for. 

And then Blaine gestured for her to join him after a minute or two. However, when she walked onto the stage, Shay ignored the mic stand and instead interrupted his playing just long enough to take a seat on his lap, leaving his hand on either side to continue the song. Grinning a bit deviously, she leaned into Blaine’s ear and joined the singing, only for him to hear. 

          Yeah, his employees had done most of the grunt work, but the important decisions, like her dress, the ambiance, and wine were all made by Blaine, texting here and there to Don on his phone when she wasn’t looking during the cruise. At hearing her comment, Don E. gave a quiet laugh of agreement. “True — he almost made me move the whole freakin’ piano down here for you,” he finished with a soft roll of his eyes.

          When she invaded his personal space, Blaine happily allowed her, wrapping his arms, along with the guitar, around her to continue playing. Or at least attempting to, depending on how distracting she was about to be. For a moment, the zombie somehow managed to concentrate with her voice at his ear, her warm breath dancing along his skin, sending delightful chills down his spine. Eventually, though, their surroundings got brighter and brighter. It was time.

          After setting down the guitar beside them, arms moved to fully wrap around her as Blaine glanced up toward the new light source. “Happy New Year, babe.” If Shay followed his gaze, she would see a scaled-down replica of the ball from Times Square as it was lowered over the pool, the reflection of the water adding in another colorful dimension to the scene. It was synced with the clock, counting down, set to touch inches from the water where it would then trigger even more lights out over the surface of the pool. A hand moved to take hers, entwining their fingers to give a squeeze as attention returned to her. “I’m... glad you’re here. You... and those tempting lips of yours. Going to start the year off right, with a kiss.”

          When Shay went to join Blaine at the pool, it would be tough for her to not immediately notice the strings of white lights leading her towards the small, dimly lit, one-man stage nearby. In front of that, there was a cozy table where, once she reached it, Don E. (dressed as a fancy waiter) would pull out her seat for her and pour her drink as the music began.

          Seeing as she probably would have expected a piano, Blaine instead borrowed the skills of a former guitarist for this particular performance. As the stage lights brightened, fingertips danced along the strings with such precision it was as if he’d been playing the instrument his whole life. The voice, though, was all natural, all his as he belted out a familiar tune. “Yeah, you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy for you, baby...” With a playful smirk, gaze never left her as the show went on, eventually signalling she could join him on the little stage, if she wanted.

Did he not believe that she’d been in worse situations? That she had DONE worse things? Probably not, knowing him. Or maybe Blaine just didn’t care. Either way, it didn’t matter much to her, not yet. What mattered was his answer, which the zombie seemed to actually be giving the brunette. Surprisingly. She’d hoped for it, but hadn’t expected it. Clearly there really was more to Blaine than met the eye. 

But his words weren’t really what Shay anticipated. 

“What makes you say that you were a loser?” The brunette couldn’t have stopped the words from leaving her mouth even if she’d wanted to. They were rushed and full of curiosity, probably more than she should have had. But more importantly, Shay’s mind was racing, wondering who this woman was and how on earth Blaine had managed to fall that hard for someone. In the few weeks they’d known one another, he didn’t strike her as the type to lose himself like that. 

At his question, however, she looked away, licking her lips and laughing lightly. “I didn’t mean good time the way you’re thinking. I was being facetious.” She muttered, sighing heavily. The fact he’d taken it the wrong way only meant that they still had a lot of learning about one another to do. After a long minute, eyes turned back to meet his. “Maybe I’m just a little curious about my host and what he wants.”

          Head tilted, eyes drifting over the soft features of her face as he considered the answer to her latest question. Yeah, Blaine felt uneasy, opening up like this, but she’d earned it, he supposed. “You know the phrase, better to be feared than loved if you can’t be both...? At least as a zombie, I’m feared. Human Blaine was a minion, a nobody. Now I’m the boss. I’m in charge, and if anyone dares to challenge me, I can rip them apart with my bare hands,” he finished in a rough whisper. Despite the nature of the words, expression remained calm.

          A single brow raised as she corrected his assumption. “Oh,” Blaine said simply with a sole surprised syllable. Well, what an interesting turn of events. “Good... Good.” Tone held a hint of forced casualness, as this was actually a relief. Would have really sucked to put all the effort (and expensive chocolate) of the past few weeks into someone who was only after a good time.

Honestly, Shay was surprised that Blaine had gotten them out of Seattle. Although it was just for a holiday trip, part of her was considering not going back at all. Why should they when they were finally out? Why had he waited so long to make a break past the wall? But none of it mattered, not yet. 

As she stepped out of the ladies room, the brunette’s eyes caught some lady hitting on Blaine. Despite having built up some trust, finally, thanks to Don E, she stood and watched, wanting to see how he reacted. Was he still a ladies man or had he changed? After a minute, lip reading not being her strongest ability, Shay took a few steps closer. 

Girlfriend? The comment made her smirk. As the other woman stepped closer to Blaine, Shay raised a brow, hand clenching into a small fist. Eyes darted down to the other woman’s hand, still gripping his. And then he mentioned that she was a crazy killer. Her lips pulled into a small, hidden laugh. 

The moment the other lady started walking away, Shay walked up behind Blaine, arm looping through his. “So…girlfriend?” Grin couldn’t widen any more. “You know, it’s a good thing she walked away. I was starting to wonder if breaking a few fingers was on the agenda for today.”

          Once that crisis was averted, attention began to return to the main reason for Blaine being there, in that cursed spot, to begin with — checking out the buffet. But before he could reach to grab an appetizer, Shay’s touch caused him to jump. Looking down at her, he gave that smartass smirk of his as she spoke. “Mmm, I like this possessive side of you. Very hot.” But honestly, the zombie had a feeling she’d go a lot further than simply breaking a few fingers over him... which was even hotter. “But yeah, girlfriend. Unless you’d prefer something more modern, like bae or boo?” Something told him she wouldn’t care for those, especially with how much she had smiled about it to begin with.

               ❝ Am I really supposed to miss out on a Christmas tree lightning because of a lack of shrimp? ❞ Nadja raised a single brow in question at him. ❝ You don’t have to socialize with anyone if you don’t want to. You’ll have me anyway, ❞ she added with a charming bright smile, as if that was sweetening the deal any.

          The cruise ship was supposed to have anything and everything one could want on a vacation and currently Blaine was checking out the most important amenity — the buffet! So far, everything wasn’t as fancy as he would have wanted for his and Shay’s first trip together, but as long as the food was delicious, he was sure they’d survive.

          Eyes narrowed as Blaine leaned down to inspect the caviar. There was something off about it, but as he was reaching for a plate, the warmth of a hand cupped his. Thinking it was Shay having returned from the restroom, he looked over with a bright smile. “Babe—” Brows raised. It was not Shay.

          The woman returned the smile that was not meant for her in the first place. “Oopsie. Seems we were reaching for a plate at the exact same moment, like in one of those romcoms,” she said with a very deliberate fluttering of lashes... And she was still touching his hand.

          Pulling his arm back from her, Blaine shook his head. “I got a girlfriend.” To that, she tilted her head as though that word didn’t exist in her vocabulary and actually stepped closer. “Yeah, my girlfriend’s crazy, she kills people.” Now that she seemed to understand, as her eyes widened and she began walking away. Phew. Hopefully, Shay hadn’t seen the little scene. That was the last thing they needed on this cruise — to have to hide a body.

“ Cement, pigs, meat grinders–if you don’t want to get caught with a body, you have to make sure that you don’t. Any good mystery novel is written after researching the best way to dispose of a body so their serial killers almost get away with it every time. ”  That and bleach of course. Best way to hide fingerprints was a bleach bomb. She could tell just by the look on his face that she was probably talking too much, but she had been taught to only censor herself when it mattered the most and in this instance, perhaps the latter should have been censored, but he definitely didn’t mind.  “ You mean did I leave my insane family in California where they belong? YES. I finally acclimated to Seattle before things started to get wildly more…interesting isn’t even the best word to use. I’ve seen plenty of weird things, but nothing beats the way the underbelly of this city works. You have to know people, and as of yet, I haven’t known the right people… ”  It was her way of saying ‘hi’, because you couldn’t be anybody around here if you didn’t know the right people and the right people in this case was Blaine. He was into things that might be a little above her pay grade, but she was a quick learner.  “ I like helping people too. ”

          Tongue smoothed over teeth as Blaine attempted to keep his knowing grin under wraps while she explained to him the importance of body removal. It was adorable, really. Maybe she didn’t know who he was, after all? It was fine. She’d learn. And so he nodded in agreement, giving a pleasant smile as he resisted the urge to rant about the pig disposal technique. It wasn’t entirely reliable and—well, that was a subject for another day.

          Right now, this was about her, what she was after, her goal in this conversation. Blaine knew it wasn’t the usual, salacious reason for chatting him up. No, this was probably about power... And there it was — the right people... She liked helping. Pursing his lips, the hustler gave a subtle nod. “Good for you, babe. Don’t need all that shit weighing you down when you’re trying to make a new start...” And speaking of, after a short pause, thinking it over, he continued, “Yeah, underbellies can be fickle like that. Tell you what — you like to help and I’m in need of a helper. My right hand lady, Candy, has been super busy lately upgrading one of our side businesses, so I need someone competent to be my assistant. The only requirements are you have to know how to use a computer and not be squeamish. What do you say?”

“Oh…is he complaining about me again?” She laughed, glancing away from him for a moment before turning her eyes back, faux innocent expression on her face. “I’m sorry.” No she wasn’t.  “It’s just so difficult to resist good chocolate. Especially spicy dark chocolate…” The brunette slide into the passenger side when he opened the car door. 

Brow raised at his comment when he slid into the driver seat. “Oh, I plan to push YOUR buttons often. Though I’m not sure you’ll always like it…” Blue eyes follows his arm as Blaine untangle the seat belt and pulled it over her, then turned to look at him curiously. “You know–” Shay started, smiling small as he started the car and pulled out of the garage. “–you’re growing on me more and more.” Did Shay know how she felt about that? No, not at all. It was a little confusing and mildly overwhelming.

When he turned on the street, they passed a few cars before coming to a long, empty road. Tongue ran over her lips as Shay glanced over at him, waggling her brows while fingers danced over the button. As soon as Blaine gave her the okay, she looked straight out the windshield and pushed it. Instantly, the car jolted forward, causing a small, excited scream to leave her lips. 

The yellowish white and green of trees and lights blurred past the windows. If they weren’t dressed to the nine’s, Shay would have rolled down the windows to enjoy the breeze. 

          “No need to apologize. There’s a reason I don’t get the spiciest variety.” And that reason was her, seeing as human tastebuds couldn’t take the heat as easily as a zombie’s. At her comment about him not always liking how she pushed his buttons, Blaine gave her a curious glance that held a hint of nervousness. But, on the other hand, it would probably be something he’d deserve, if he was honest.

          Not entirely sure how to respond to her confession that he was growing on her, Blaine gave a sincere smile. “Like a handsome fungus. I can see it,” he said with a quiet laugh. “Yeah, I think I can say the same about you.” Now that she mentioned it, it felt right to say it back. Didn’t even have to take a moment to contemplate it. Well, they had seen each other every single day for a couple of weeks, so it was only natural, he supposed.

            “ The idea that people are assholes is not lost on me. I grew up with a single mother who slept with questionable men when she needed to, and because of that, I have three brothers and a dead sister, two deadbeat dads and one dead one, between the five of us. To top it off, there’s a dead sort of ex lover in the mix that she brought into the picture that tried to ruin our entire family just because he wanted to prove a point. Someone she raised because his parents were DESPICABLE. ”  Blaine didn’t need a history lesson and she knew it, however, so she took a large gulp of alcohol before she quickly continued.  “ If I wanted to make someone disappear, I promise you that I can do it on my own, but it would be nice, admittedly, to have someone else hold their feet while I throw them in a ditch and pour cement over them. ”  Was she kidding? No, but she could easily spin it like she was. Or at least she hoped she could be convincing enough to sell that that was a joke because otherwise…  “ Honestly, the mere fact that you even offered makes me wanna pay for the drinks. ”