Blaine Anderson

Text: Well, hi yourself. Don't feel bad. I haven't really known what to say either. I still don't. This is...totes awkward, tbh. But I hope everything's going well for you, B.

Text: Hey El.

Text: See you soon. 

Text: Yeah, it was. I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads up that I was coming. I should have. And thank you... honestly I'd love to keep it. It didn't work out the way we thought it would but I don't regret our claim for a second.

Text: I’m glad he’s doing well, it’s good he’s got a strong support system. I’ll do that, Sir. Thank you. 

Text: Hey El.

Text: You know I won’t say no to company. But don’t worry about me, okay? 

Archer didn’t know why he was doing this right now. On a bad day, he still got down on himself for fucking things up with Ryder, even though he knew that neither one of them was good for the other. What qualified him to talk about any of Blaine’s relationship issues with him? It didn’t really matter what the answer to that was, though, not with how deep they were into this conversation. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” he said eventually. “And this sure as hell isn’t your fault. It’s not his fault, either, though. It’s no one’s fault. Your opportunity on Broadway came before any of you anticipated it, and you’ve all changed since you left. That just… happens, man. No one’s to blame for it. And I can bet you Evans would feel guilty for the rest of his life if he’d stopped you from following your dream until you were all graduated. That’s going to take years, still. You’re all going to be a lot better off if you stop playing the blame game and just… work on moving forward.”

Still, even with Archers comforting perspective, and reassurance that he didn't need to feel guilty, there was a weight in Blaine's chest he couldn't lift. It was probably deeply rooted just in mourning what he'd lost, and feeling the grief more fully for the first time since it had happened. It would take time for that feeling to leave him. It took him a full minute before he spoke again, "Has he really been happy since I've been gone?" He asked. "You can be honest... I just know he has a tendency to pretend like things are okay when they aren't sometimes, and I wanna make sure that's not what's happening here."

Oh I am in America to stay now I think, London has too many memories. Well thank you, I aim to be as approachable as I can be.

Oh. Wow. I’m sorry you have to do that. I can’t imagine having to dress differently, unless it’s something I’m ordered to do.

Text: Yeah, it was. I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads up that I was coming. I should have. And thank you... honestly I'd love to keep it. It didn't work out the way we thought it would but I don't regret our claim for a second.

Text: Shit, right. Okay, that’s good. You can smash these classes, Blaine.

I’m always happy to do a little bondage or denial but sure- with your little brag about how good you are at giving head. I’m sort of tempted to let you prove those words on just how hungry you can be while blowing me. 

It's been awhile since I've properly scened with anyone, Sir, so I think a blowjob is a good way for me to ease back into things.

Archer would never admit it out loud, but it made him feel good inside that Blaine so easily let his head fall to rest on Archer’s shoulder. He was glad Blaine felt comfortable enough doing that with him. He trie not to think about how, a couple years ago, he’d have been upset to have another dude touching him like this, but now, he was actually very content with it. He let the sexual flirtation go and tried to focus on the present. “They were good memories,” he repeated. “You should never feel guilty about doing something that makes you happy, unless you, like… get your rocks off raping people or something. Broadway was what you wanted. You got to experience it, and you made a lot of awesome memories. Now you get the chance to find a new claim, someone whose goals are maybe more similar to yours and Broadway and all that shi- stuff. Or maybe you and Evans reconnect or whatever. But don’t let yourself feel guilty for doing something for yourself that your Dom supported, too.”

Blaine paused. "I'm sorry... I'm rambling." He said, and then released a deep breath. "Am I even allowed to miss him this much when it's my fault we broke up?" He asked, not sure if he even wanted to know the answer.

Or maybe they’ll assume that you’re your brother. Even if they don’t know you have one, it’s not all that uncommon to have 2 or 3 of the same face running around.