#anderlynn

Mason

Driving down the road, Mason has no idea how to feel. At first, when he started talking to Blaine outside of school, he’d expected nothing to come of it besides a possible friendship. The banter between them over the basketball ‘challenge’, the innocent flirting -well, what started out as innocent flirting - and just the way they’d spoken for the first couple of weeks, didn’t seem like more than friends. Then again, Mason hadn’t really ever flirted with guys before, and the feeling he got when he was pressed up against him on the driveway and then later on in his room… It was all new territory for him, and it was making him incredibly confused, to say the least. As he pulls up to Blaine’s house, he parks the car and lets out a long sigh, rubbing his clammy hands on his jeans. Mason gets out, grabbing his hoodie from the passenger seat as he does, and quickly throws it on while walking towards the door, knocking on it loudly when he reaches it. His hands find their way to the pack pockets of his pants, and he rocks forward onto his tiptoes nervously, waiting for the door to open, scratching the fabric inside the pockets when he hears the footsteps drawing closer.

Blaine

Blaine's really glad that he's dedicating one of the last days of break with Mason. They've been talking non-stop since that day he'd gone over to the other's house to play basketball, even before then really. But none of that exactly...told him what they were. Friends, obviously but...were they something else? Did he even want to /be/ anything else with Mason? How did Mason feel? Blaine was obviously attracted to him, he didn't just fool around with boys for no reason. But he also didn't want to push anything on Mason and accidentally lose his friendship with him. He liked talking to him, he liked spending time with him. And maybe that was good enough for right now. He's been looking forward to seeing Mason since this morning, he's been in a grumpy mood because of another conversation he's had with his father--not good, of course. Because God forbid his dad just /talk/ to him without screaming. But his dad has gone to work for the night and his mom is huddled in the kitchen watching the Vampire Diaries as she bakes cookies, so, he practically has the place to himself. He manages a small smile as he moves to the door to open it, leaning against the door frame. "Hey you." He says softly, "Long time no see." He teases gently, tugging Mason inside before closing the front door. He chews on his lower lip and sticks his hands in his pockets. "How are you?"

Mason

Mason exhales heavily as he saw the door begin to move in front of him, secretly hoping it wasn't Blaine's father, or mother, or... really anyone other than Blaine. Not that he has an issue with them at all, well, besides his father, but the whole ‘going over to hang out at the guy who last made me cum’s house, while his father was so weird about him being gay, made him feel a little unsettled. As he saw the familiar physique of Blaine standing on the other side of the door, Mason’s shoulders drop to a comfortable position again. “Hey,” he smiles, letting his body move along with Blaine’s pull, “It’s been like, five days, but I know just one day is soul destroying enough for you.” His eyes roll jokingly before settling on Blaine and his body language. He wants to lean in and kiss him again, but he knows right now may not be the best time. “I’m good, yeah. Enjoying not having to wake up at six in the morning every day for a run, and then weight room, so it’s a nice change. How about you?” Mason takes off his shoes and places them with the others by the door before he pulls Blaine into a hug.

Blaine

Blaine laughs softly and shakes his head, letting his chin drop a little as Mason takes off his shoes. "Please, I was actually hoping not to see you again but from the sounds of your texts you were just dying to see me." He teases, poking Mason's side before allowing him to draw him into a hug. He melted into the other's embrace, pushing his face into his shoulder to breathe him in. His arms wrapped around his lower waist, squeezing as he lets out a short breath. "I'm okay." He mumbles against the other's shoulder, voice muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt. Blaine pulls back after a few moments and gives him a soft smile, pressing himself up on his toes to kiss his cheek. "Come on, you can say hi to my mom before we go upstairs. She's in the kitchen baking cookies." He smiles and heads into the kitchen with him. His mother looks up and grins at Mason, stepping forward to give him a hug of her own. "Mason dear, it's so nice to see you. Long time, I hope you're staying for dinner." She pulls away from him and winks as she puts another batch of cookies into the oven. Blaine laughs. "Of course, she's insisting on baking cookies first." He teases.

Mason

"I was definitely dying to see you, I actually think I died three times before being revived by Jesus himself," he laughs, embracing him around the shoulders before nodding, as he leans into Blaine's kiss with his cheek. The feeling of his lips against his skin was a welcome one, and it made him grin widely. Mason's hand reaches up to his own hair, pushing his fingers through it as he tries to get rid of the smirk, "Sure, sounds good. I haven't seen her in a while anyway." He follows Blaine into the kitchen, where his mum is sat at the table watching TV, until she notices him. "Hey, Mrs A, and you," he smiles, wrapping his arms around her before pulling back away. His eyes look across to Blaine, who's standing next to them, "Well, if Blaine doesn't mind me being here, then sure, I'd love to." Mason takes a deep breath in, smelling the warm cookie dough in the oven, "If you keep treating me to these cookies, I may never leave, so I hope Blaine doesn't mind sharing his bed with me tonight." The smallest smirk appeared on his face as Mrs Anderson walked away from him, facing the other way, and Mason turned round to wink at Blaine jokingly, scrunching his nose up lightly.

Blaine

Blaine smiles gently, shaking his head, "No of course I don't mind." He looks at his mother, having a silent conversation with her about whether his father is going to be home for dinner. She shakes her head lightly before checking on a batch of cookies in the oven. He gave a (or well he attempted) a menacing glare about the mention of sharing a bed but all Mason did was chuckle. A smile tugs onto Blaine's mouth without his permission before he huffs, tugging the other closer to poke at his ticklish side. "M'not sharing a bed with you." He mumbles, smirking. He taps the tip of Mason's nose with his finger, biting down the urge to kiss the bridge instead as his mother turns to look at them. "How's your family been, it's been a while since I've seen your parents. Your brothers every bit a troublemaker like you?" She teases making Blaine smirk. "He's even moreso." He laughs, scooting out of Mason's way before he could grab at him.

Mason

Mason rolls his eyes as Blaine pokes his side, pulling him in closer and taps the end of his nose. "We'll see about that," he smirked, biting his lip hard, looking Blaine up and down. He snaps out of it as he sees the other's mother move from the corner of his eye. "They're fine. My dad's still as charming as ever, but my mom's doing good. She finally perfected that brownie recipe you gave her a while ago, so thank you for that!" Mason chuckles, thinking back to the disastrous attempts his mother's made on baking them. When she and Blaine both mention his brothers, he exhales a laugh, watching the other move away teasingly, "Well you know me, always in and out of jail for theft, assault and arson. I've had a taste of what I want now, and I'm not sure I can go back to what I knew before." He grins widely, shaking his head before looking over to Blaine, hoping he understood the other meaning behind his words, before raising his eyebrows slightly ay him. "How's everything here, anyway?"

Blaine

Blaine laughs at Mason's humor, shaking his head fondly as he reaches into the fridge to get a container of juice. He pours him and Mason a small glass before putting it back. He shares a small, intimate smile with him, scrunching his nose a bit to indicate that he /does/ understand what Mason means through the analogy. His heart swells as it flutters in his chest, a giddy sensation threatening to fill his stomach. His mother watches the interaction between them and smiles a little, knowingly. "Well, I'm glad you learned a life of crime isn't for you," His mother teases. "Just don't get Blaine into any trouble." She winks at Mason before she starts mixing ingredients together for icing. Blaine glances at her as Mason asks how everything has been here and shrugs his shoulder, looking at the counter. His mother clears her throat before giving Mason a bright smile that is not a hundred percent honest. "Things are good here, I'm happy to have all my boys under the same roof. Even for a short amount of time." Blaine nods softly and moves to where Mason is standing to hand up a cup of juice.

Mason

Mason laughs, "Yeah, it's definitely not for me. I'm not even able to litter without my coach knowing about it anyway. Don't worry, Blaine won't be getting into trouble, around me at least." He watches at their interaction, and his eyebrows quickly knit together, before returning to normal before anyone could notice. Something wasn't quite right, and he could tell by the way Blaine's mother smiled at him. He's seen her smile plenty of times in the past, and he knows when she's putting on a brave face, but Mason doesn't comment on it, especially since he's assuming it's a sensitive subject. He reaches for the glass in the other's hand, whispers a small 'thanks' before looking back at Mrs A. "Yeah, I can imagine it is nice for everyone to be back. I can't even imagine letting my future kids go to their first day of Pre-K, let alone moving away." Mason grins, shaking his head lightly, taking a small sip of his juice. "If you need help preparing anything, I could help. I mean, I can try and help anyway."

Blaine

She laughs lightly, "Trust me, it's not easy at all. But at least I know they'll always come back at some point." She shakes her head and waves them off, giving him a gentle smile before stirring more vanilla extract into the icing. "Nonsense, you and Blaine go upstairs. I can call you when the cookies are done." She winks towards them. "Just don't tell your mother I was spoiling your dinner with cookies." Blaine smirks gently and tugs a little on Mason's wrist as they leave the kitchen, hinting for him to follow him upstairs. He takes the steps two at a time, pausing at the top to take a sip of his juice. He smiles at Mason and goes down the hall, his bedroom door the last on the right, "Come on in," He says politely, closing the door with his foot as Mason comes in. The walls are a pretty sky blue with random black and white photographs scattered on them, his bed is pressed into the corner and there are folded clothes resting there between his sheets. His desk is a bit messy and he closes his laptop as he moves to sit on the bed. "Make yourself at home." He smiles.

Mason

Mason grins, his eyes roll playfully, "If you tell my mom I at least offered to help, we'll call it even. She has this idea that I'm a rude guest." He smiles, letting himself get dragged away by Blaine into the hallway, careful not to spill any of his drink. "Nice to see you again, Mrs A!" He follows Blaine up the stairs, stopping behind him as the other takes a quick drink break, before he leads Mason into his room. Mason looks around his room, noticing the pictures on the walls, the way his clothes were neatly placed onto his bed, and the fact that Blaine's room was at least ten times cleaner than his own. "Thanks," he smiles, swallowing a mouthful of his drink before he places it on the table and shuffles back over to the bed, sitting beside Blaine. "Okay, I know it's probably none of my business, but I can read body language and I could tell when I asked how things were, that you were both lying. What's going on, are you guys okay?" He bit his lip and shuffles so his back was against the wall.

Blaine

Blaine sets his own drink down on his nightstand, kicking his slippers off before moving back on the bed as well so he's sitting next to Mason. He puts a pillow behind him so that his spine doesn't rub roughly against the wall and shrugs his one shoulder. He looks down at his hands on his lap and is quiet for a moment, listening to the combined breathing of them both. "I'm sure you saw on the dash a month or so ago that I got into this...awful screaming match with my father over Skype," He swallows, bringing both of his lips into his mouth a moment. "I thought...if I could talk to him in person over break it might help," He smiles softly. "Turns out not so much. Got into another fight today before he left for work. The thing is, I know my mom is on my side with this whole thing. She's never had a problem with me being gay, has always been very accepting. She loved Kurt. But...when it comes to my father she just--clams up. She's on my side but she won't argue with him when he's screaming at me." He clears his throat. "So. That's...that's all that was. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make any of this awkward."

Mason

The room was quiet for a moment, before Blaine spoke up. He listens to everything Blaine is saying, and he can feel his heart sinking slightly. "Yeah, I did." Mason all of a sudden feels bad for asking him, but felt better that Blaine wasn't keeping it in any longer. His hands rub against his jeans slowly as he turns to look at Blaine, who's trying to keep his happiness about him whilst clearly hurting still. Mason chews on his lip as he nods along to the other, trying to show him he's listening. "Blaine... I'm sorry about your dad. I didn't realise things were that bad, I just thought it was just something he said in anger last time, I didn't realise he actually had an issue with it." He shuffles in closer to Blaine and places his hand on the other's leg, rubbing it slightly, "Your mom's amazing, though, so you're really lucky to have her. She's an incredible lady, and you're an incredible guy. Don't let the shit your father says get you down." Mason shakes his head, squeezing Blaine's leg slightly, "You haven't made this awkward at all, I promise you. It's so far from awkward. I get why you're upset about it. My dad didn't exactly approve of my stash of Mens Health pages that my mom found in my room, so I get it." He leans in to kiss Blaine on his cheek, pulling away slightly, "And besides, you're awesome the way you are. Being gay doesn't change your personality." Mason purses his lips again and kisses the corner of Blaine's mouth gently, lingering there a little while before his arm wraps around him and pulls him in closer to him.

Blaine

Blaine swallows and shrugs his shoulder, tries to brush it off like it doesn't matter but it does. He hates that his father has his hold over him, that his opinion of him /matters/ so much but. It's his father. Of course he cares. He has to try and get him to see his side of things, or--or something. It's never been this bad with his father before. They've always had their issues, sure, but they've gotten along. It /has/ to be something other than him fuelling his stress. He turns and looks at Mason as he squeezes his leg, pulling him from his thoughts. "No?" He asks quietly as Mason assures him that has hasn't made anything awkward. He swallows and chews on his lower lip, nodding his head. He lets out a slow breath, closing his eyes as the other kisses his cheek and pulls him into his chest. He presses his face into his shoulder, breathing in the scent of laundry detergent mixed with cologne. "I'm sorry about putting this on you." He says, voice muffled against the fabric of his sweatshirt. "It's just nice being able to talk to someone about it who sort of...gets it, I guess." He sniffs and pulls back, resting their foreheads together. Blaine presses a kiss to Mason's lower lip, his hand cupping the side of his neck, fingers playing with his hair a little. "Thank you."

Mason

Mason squeezes Blaine tighter, his thumb rubs circles on his bicep, "Hey, you don't need to be sorry at all. I brought it up, didn't I?" He smiles into the other's hair, "I get it. I mean, I spent forever crying to Juliet about my dad and all that other stuff, so I get how hard it is to talk about. I guess I don't really know what it's like to talk to someone who gets it, but I bet it feels good," he jokes, pressing their foreheads together, and his hand reaches up from his arm and begins running through Blaine's locks as they kiss. Mason smirks against his lips, licking his own slightly, "Don't thank me, I know you'd be exactly the same if we were in each other's positions, and I know you would have been there for me a couple years back." He leans in, placing another kiss on Blaine's lips gently, his hand still rests at the back of the other's hair as he looks into his eyes, sighing lightly. "What are we going to do with you, huh?" Mason chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully, "Am I going to have to send you another box of roses to make you smile? Because if that's what it takes," he pecks his forehead quickly, "Then," and his nose, "I will."

Blaine

One of the reasons Blaine liked Mason was because of how sweet he was; even for the few months that they'd been talking online and through texts he could see that. Now that he was here, face to face, it was obvious, shining prime example. But another reason had to do with the fact that Mason just listened, he was so easy to talk to, to open up to. As often as Blaine was there for other people, he didn't always want to turn around and talk about himself--he never wanted to put that sort of weight, his weight on anyone else's shoulders. It never felt fair. But it wasn't like that with Mason. His eyes were open and honest, touch comforting. He folded into it like a house of cards tumbling with the slightest breeze. He hums gently as his fingers run through his hair, eskimo kisses their noses gently before he pulls back. "I would have been," He says, "I'm told I'm a pretty good listener." He rubs his hand along the other's shoulder. "Though, that still applies now, you know. Whatever you need to talk about, you can always just...come to me. Talk about it." His head dips down as he looks at the sheets on his bed, laughing a little as he runs his hands over his face. He hadn't realized how close to tears he had been before some of that gathered wetness on the edge of his eyelashes slipped down over his cheeks. "I know, I'm a mess." He admits, biting his lower lip. His head snaps up to look at the other boy as he mentions roses. "Those flowers..." He trails off, remembering Valentine's day, the anonymous flowers he got, that he never quite found out who they were from. "They were from you?" He scrunches his nose after Mason kisses it. His heart swells from the tenderness of the gesture of flowers, they had meant so much to him at the time, still do. He leans forward to press his lips to his, cupping the side of his face gently. The movement of his body slowly presses Mason down onto the mattress, Blaine's weight resting on top of his.

Mason

"I know I can, Blaine, and I will come to you if I ever need someone to talk to again about anything." He smiles at him and his eyes shoot to look upwards as Blaine realises that he sent him the flowers, a blush spread across his face as the feeling of embarrassment pulls at his lower stomach. "Yeah," His hand reaches up to the back of his own neck and rubs it, "I guess that was me who sent those. I forgot you didn't know. Surprise, I guess?" His eyebrows raise shyly before Blaine's lips met his, catching him off guard, and all of those feelings instantly washed away by the warmth of the other's hand on his face and the weight pushed on top of him. Mason smiles against his mouth as he pulls Blaine fully on top of him, making him straddle his waist. He kisses him back, teasing his lower lip with his tongue gently, his hand strokes down the other's neck and pulls at the neck line of his shirt, deepening the kiss as he did so. "I take it you don't find it weird that I sent you them then, right?" He says, catching his breath as he smirks up at Blaine before leaning up to reconnect their kiss once more, grazing his teeth gently over his lower lip.

Blaine

Blaine chuckles lightly, shaking his head as he rolls his hips down a little in a small circle, enjoying the flush that kisses Mason's cheeks. He leans down and nips at his lower lip, nuzzling their noses. "Trust me, if I thought it was weird I wouldn't be kissing you right now." He grins, cupping the other's face as he deepens the kiss, a soft moan leaving between his lips as the other's tongue grazes his lower lip. Blaine pulls back after a few moments to breathe, his lungs leaving gentle puffs of air against Mason's mouth as he smiles down at him. "I loved the flowers," He says softly. "You're sweet." He kisses the bridge of his nose, his lips and slides his body lower so his lips can easily access his neck. He sucks at the skin there, his eyes glancing up at Mason as his hand sneaks between their bodies. The angle is a little awkward and he's not sure if this is completely okay with him so his hand hovers at the waistband of Mason's jeans, fingers tugging at a belt hoop. "Do you..." He says softly, leaving the question open ended, his words swallowed up by his nerves.

Mason

Mason's smile grows wider when Blaine calls him sweet, making his cheeks turn an even more obvious pink as his lips land on his nose and lips. His eyes fluttered a touch when the other starts shifting down his body, pressing kisses over his neck, causing Mason to whimper quietly as the feel of his skin being sucked on made him bite his lip. "Thanks, I guess I can be when I want to be," he groans, trying to make it sound playful, but the words got trapped in his throat, "I'm glad you liked them, though." He pushes his body up towards Blaine's, bucking his hips unconsciously as the other's hand slide down his body. With the feeling of his jeans being tugged at, his head shot up to meet Blaine's hazels eyes looking nervous back at him. Mason, too, was nervous, but he knew what Blaine was talking about and he wasn't going to say no to him. He swallowed subtly, nodding his head, biting his lip slowly as he felt his cock twitch slightly at the thought. "Yeah, I mean, if you want to. Don't feel like you have to just because I bought you flowers," he chuckled, feeling his stomach flip at the sight of Blaine's hand near his crotch. "I mean, I want you to..." He wanted to throw his head back against the bed, but he also wanted to watch exactly what Blaine was planning to do with him.

Blaine

Blaine smiles softly, nipping at Mason's lower lip, his hand slowly undoing his jeans. "I wouldn't infer if I wasn't interested." He swallows and presses a kiss to his lips, looking down to focus on his hand undoing Mason's jeans. He takes a long breath in and lets it out slowly, trying to release some of the tension that's stacking up in his lungs. He's done things like this before, numerous times but it has been a while for him. And doing this with Mason will mean something, it'll mean that they aren't just friends. He hopes the other understands that, that he doesn't do this without the intention of something, but he doesn't say any of that, just smiles down at him and pops his jeans completely open. "This isn't just because of the flowers." He laughs. "It's because I want to do this with you." He swallows and adjusts himself on the bed, straddling Mason's legs before reaching into his jeans with his hand, he slowly strokes his length through his boxer briefs, hazel eyes sketching over his face, lips kissing along his jawline.

Mason

"Okay, just making sure," He mutters against Blaine's mouth as he kisses him again, closing his eyes shut and moving forward to keep their lips touching as the other pulls away. Mason pouts, wanting to kiss him more but quickly remembers what he's about to get and shakes his head. He smirks playfully, "I told you you wanted to get into my pants. You gotta be gentle if you wanna get a rise out of me, remember." He winked, and at the feeling of Blaine's hands opening his jeans and readjusting his position, Mason fidgets to get himself in a more comfortable position. As soon as the other's hand reached in between the denim and the boxers, putting the much needed friction on his already slightly hard length, he lets out a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again to see Blaine staring back at him, leaning forward to kiss his jaw. "Holy fuck," he whispers, pushing himself into the other's hand more, his own hand reaching up to Blaine's shoulder, grasping it lightly as his heart beat faster. Mason could feel himself growing harder with every touch, and he knew it wouldn't take much longer for him to be at least acceptably hard for whatever Blaine had in store for him.

Blaine

Blaine laughs softly, his breath speckling against Mason's neck and making him shiver. "You're such a dork. I am being gentle, shush." He licks his lips as Mason reacts to his touch, a soft groan leaving his lips as the other arches his hips into his touch. His own cock twitches under the constraint of the fabric, boxer briefs and jeans suddenly very uncomfortable. He clears his throat and focuses on the task at hand (pun intended) and continues to stroke Mason slowly through his boxer briefs. "Relax." He says softly, can tell Mason is getting wound up when he's not even halfway to being done with him. "Just relax, if you tense up you're not going to be able to enjoy this." He teases lightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Blaine pulls his hand out from Mason's jeans before lightly squeezing his own cock to adjust himself into a more comfortable position. He tugs down Mason's jeans and throws them on the floor, biting on his lower lip as he spreads his legs and slides between them. He tugs his shirt up, pressing kisses against his stomach before looking up at him. With a soft smile, eyes the color of liquid honey, he leans his mouth down and sucks on the tip of Mason's cock through his boxer briefs.

Mason

Mason was beginning to think about everything in way too much depth. What if this is all Blaine wants him for? For just sex? Sure, he wouldn't exactly mind it, because sex is sex, but he already knew he was starting to feel their connection was way more than just friends. To him, anyway. It had been a while since he'd last been with anybody. January, to be exact. The motion of Blaine stroking him was way better than any of the girls he'd been with since he started Indiana State, and he nods along, "I know, it's just been a while." His eyes roll and he shakes his head the tiniest bit as he pushes his cheek into Blaine's lips, and watches him move his hand to palm his own length for a second. A sight which Mason can't help but lick his lips over, even if it was brief. His hands were behind his back, balancing him so he was sitting upright as Blaine pulls off his jeans, the slight bulge in his briefs visible as his pants were tossed away. Watching Blaine part his legs and move between them, Mason couldn't help but be slightly more turned on, especially as he smiled up at him. Having his tshirt pulled up slightly, he sighs as the other left kisses against his skin. When the Blaine's head began to get closer to his briefs, Mason's breath hitched slightly, and he hold it until he feels Blaine's lips teasing the head of his cock, letting out a muffled breathy moan at the contact. He could tell Blaine knew exactly what he was doing, and the thought of what was to come next made him purr quietly to himself. His hand lightly scratched over his abs, patiently waiting for him to continue, Mason's hips finding it hard to control themselves as he keeps them pinned to the bed with all the strength he could find in himself. If there was one thing that made him hard, it was being teased, and Blaine was doing a damn good job of that.

Blaine

Blaine has been told before that he's pretty good at foreplay, and while he likes the compliment he's not doing anything amazing. He usually determines how he touches someone, kisses someone, puts his mouth on someone by the way he would want it done. It's all about his preference until he gets to know the other person and what they like. Even though he and Mason don't know one another very well like that he's getting the impression he's doing the right thing with the long breathy moans that keep leaving his lips. He creates a wet patch on Mason's boxer briefs with his tongue before he pulls back, slowly starts tugging down the fabric while his eyes remain trained onto Mason's. "It's been a while for me too." He says honestly, his voice low and husky in his throat. He gives him a gentle smile before squeezing his thigh, removing his boxer briefs. Mason is gorgeous, and really, that shouldn't surprise him in the slightest. Blaine leans down and presses a kiss to the inside of his thighs before his fingers rub the head of the other's cock as his lips work on the base.

Mason

Mason smiles to himself, trying to calm down before he works himself up, which he had a tendency to do all the time as it is, but he was keeping quiet, just enjoying having somebody else do the work on him for once. Most of the girls he hooked up with wouldn't take the time to tease him like this, just wanted plain and simple sex, no foreplay necessary. While he didn't mind that, he would have liked them to at least get him to his full length before they jumped on him. His hips move upwards, letting Blaine peel his boxer briefs off for him, enjoying having the fabric give him the slightest bit of friction along his eager length on their way down. His eyes glance down at his semi-raised cock, bare and ready for Blaine to touch him however he wanted to, before looking back up to him. Mason runs his tongue along his lower lip as Blaine kisses his thighs, waiting patiently for the other to pleasure him. He hums quietly as the sensation of Blaine's fingers run over his tip, mouth on the base of his cock, causing his stomach to twist, in a good way, of course. His hand reaches out and places itself on the other's shoulder, his thumb rubbing a small circle into Blaine's neck as his eyes closed, concentrating on the pleasure he felt.

Blaine

Blaine feels a shudder course down his spine as Mason rests a hand on his shoulder, thumb massaging his muscle. He groans softly, rolling into the touch a little before pulling back. "Not long now." He says under his breath, moving into a more comfortable position. He knows that to a point teasing was great but he doesn't want to torture Mason. He leans down and sucks on the tip of his cock, bobbing his head a little as his fingers hold the base. His thumb runs down the vein as his mouth takes him deeper, hand moving to tug at his balls. He moans around his cock as Mason threads his fingers through his curls and tugs. He pulls back with a pop, licking a stripe down the base of his cock and along his balls. He takes one into his mouth, concentrating on the noises leaving Mason's mouth. His own cock is throbbing, his one hand moving to massage himself because if he doesn't give himself some friction he's going to go nuts. He groans, his hips twitching at the sensation, his mouth moving to suck on his head again.

Mason

The anticipation is killing him, and just watching Blaine beating around giving him the much needed release he craved, was both a blessing and a curse. After Blaine moves into a better position, he feels himself slowly entering his mouth, giving out a hoarse sigh of relief as Blaine works his way down from the tip, taking him nearly all of the way in, with the added pressure of his thumb running along in front of his mouth. Mason moans as he feels the slight tug of his balls, instantly moving his hand to Blaine's head, his fingers weaving between the locks of hair, pulling on them as the vibration of the moan pulsed through his cock. Guiding Blaine's mouth up over his erection, he relishes the warmth of the other's tongue edging down towards his balls, groaning throatily as the same warmth is now latched onto one of them, licking it. A low 'fuck' escapes his lips as he watches Blaine's hand move slowly between his own legs, rubbing himself, and starts thinking about how hard Blaine's cock must be at this point too. Enough to warrant him touching it, anyway. Every noise that Blaine made sent shocks of pleasure right through him, causing his cock to twitch, before he feels the pressure of the sucking on his tip again. Mason bucks his hips upwards, pushing himself through the part in Blaine's lips, moaning loudly at the tightness of the gap, needing to feel more of him.

Blaine

Blaine can tell just by the way Mason's muscles are tensing and relaxing underneath his own body that he's close. And while edging might be a thing of his, he doesn't think this is the best time to indulge in it. Not yet anyways. He groans, his own hand reaching to hastily undo his jeans, almost not able to with how desperate he's starting to feel. He concentrates, swirls his tongue along Mason's head and manages to pop them open. He groans, his other hand working it's way along his own cock as he sucks Mason off, taking him deeper for longer periods of time, trying to get him to cum. He feels the shift almost instantly, Mason warning him with gentle tugs to his curls. He doesn't pull back through, just calmly breathes through his nose and hums very purposely. He groans low in his throat as Mason's hips jerk, cum shooting into the back of his mouth. He swallows quickly, pressing down his gag reflex before he pulls back, panting. "Fuck." He says breathlessly, massaging the other's balls as he rests his forehead against his stomach, his one hand anxiously jerking himself off through his boxers.

Mason

Mason wasn't that far off finishing, and from the way Blaine was pulling out all the stops, he knew it was only a matter of time. His fingers start shakily grabbing at his hair even more, pushing Blaine's mouth further down his cock as he held it there each time, feeling himself his the back of his throat. He notices that Blaine's hand is in his own boxers, rubbing himself to relieve some tension, and it spurs him on even more. His grasp on Blaine gets tighter as he feels his peak nearing, and he pulls on his hair lightly to warn him, not sure whether he wanted him to finish in his mouth or not. From the way Blaine doesn't move, he figures that he's okay with it, and begins groaning loudly, biting his lip as his hips buck upwards, pushing himself further into Blaine's mouth as he lets out a soft grunt, feeling the warm liquid shoot out as he continues to rock forward, riding out every last drop of cum that he has, until he's finished. "Jesus Christ," he pants, watching the other swallow the mouthful of his aftermath, eyebrows raised as he sees Blaine continue to jerk himself off in his boxers. Having him continue to touch his balls after Blaine slowly takes him out of his mouth, and rests his head on his stomach, was a nice finish, but he has other plans right now. Mason smirks to himself, pulling Blaine's hair enough so he could look up at him, "Let me," he whispers, pushing Blaine onto his back onto the bed carefully. He wastes no time removing the other's hand away, pulling down his pants and boxers and grasping his cock in his hand, leaning over Blaine to kiss him. Mason begins to run his fingers up and down the length of it, changing the pressure every so often as he kisses down Blaine's jawline, throat, pushing up Blaine's shirt to leave a trail along his chest and stomach, down to his inner thighs, brushing his tongue against them before looking up at him and taking his entire cock into his mouth, pushing it in as far as he could. His eyes never left Blaine's as his hand moves gently down to massage his balls, tugging on them gently as he pulls his head up to suck the tip, flicking his tongue over it slowly. His tongue then travels down the underside of his length, down to his balls, licking them gently as his hand pushes his cock flat against his stomach, running it slowly up towards the tip before his thumb teases it.

Blaine

Blaine smiles against Mason's stomach as he feels the other breathe deep, in and out, trying to normalize his breathing and racing pulse from his orgasm. His hand rubs at his side gently before lifting his head, a soft groan leaving his throat as his shifts, his achingly hard cock rubbing the wrong way against the fabric of his jeans and boxer briefs. He's about to hurriedly jerk himself off just to rid himself of the pressure but Mason moves, swifter than he would have thought possible for resulting to jelly a few minutes before. He swallows, his hand falling away from his crotch as he nods softly. "Okay." He whispers back, allowing Mason to press him back down onto the bed. A short breath leaves his lips as his jeans and boxers and tugged down and off, thrown onto the floor. The change in temperature makes him shiver, a shudder running up his spine as his cock twitches against his stomach. He lets out a short gasp as Mason wastes no time, leaning down to press kisses to every patch of skin possible, his tongue flicking over his head. He's been teased in the worst way possible, taking care of Mason's needs first. He's not going to last very long at all. "Fuck, Mase." His voice his heavy and husky, his fingers threading through the other's hair. He groans, thumb stroking over his cheekbone as his thumb teases the tip of his head. "Fuck, don't. M'close." He mumbles, hips rolling towards him as if that's all the encouragement he can provide.

Mason

Hearing Blaine's noises was a huge turn on for him, and especially the tone in his voice when he calls out his name. Usually after he'd finished, Mason would fall asleep, or at the least, lay down effortlessly, but after Blaine had got him off, all he wanted to do was return the favor. Mason knows it won't be long before Blaine comes from the way he's lifting his hips up slightly at his touch, so his tongue made it's way up to the tip of his cock, and he takes it into his mouth entirely, thanking God for not giving him a gag reflex. He pulls back to suck on his head, and can already taste the tiny amount of pre-cum as it lands on his tongue, which spurs him on to make Blaine finish even more. Mason's tongue curls up slightly as he guides it back into his mouth, giving him extra pressure for him to send him over the edge even quicker, and he moans while his hand works on the base of his cock, jerking him, urging him to cum. His other hand tugs lightly on Blaine's balls, massaging them until he feels his load shoot out down his throat, which makes him groan at the feeling even more. Mason slowly removes the other's cock from his mouth, continuing to carefully jerk Blaine until he's completely done, and smirks to himself afterwards as he swallows the remainder of it. He moves up the bed and lays down next to Blaine, turning his head around to face him and grins, shaking his head playfully, "Well. That just happened."

Blaine

Blaine's pretty sure he hasn't cum that hard in a long time, it feels like every part of his body is shuddering upon release, fuzzy sensations of pleasure wracking his limbs. He groans tiredly, running a hand over his face, suddenly feeling far too exposed and sticky. He tugs a blanket up, haphazard, over the both of them, shivering. He places his hand on Mason's chest, plays with the strings of his sweatshirt before giving him a small smile. "Yeah that...just happened." He says softly, voice stuck in his throat. His hazel eyes travel over his face and leans up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I don't...do that with just anyone." He says quietly, refusing to meet Mason's eyes. He's not quite sure what any of this means but he is sure he wants it to mean something. They've been flirting for the past two months, sexual tension and something more--it has to develop into something more, doesn't it? Even if it's a slow build? With the miles between them, maybe slow is good...but he definitely wants to establish something between them before they both go their separate ways.

Mason

Mason was smiling from ear to ear, incredibly impressed with himself that he'd managed to successfully make a guy cum with his mouth on his first try, and not injure him by accident. He felt his cheeks get warmer as Blaine places his hand on his chest, and lays a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. As those words were whispered through Blaine's lips, Mason became confused. He had no idea what Blaine meant by 'I don't do that with just anyone,' considering they'd never really spoke about what they were. Were they even anything? Mason had no idea how Blaine actually felt about him, besides the fact that he was attractive, but it didn't take a genius to work out that he was attractive. Well, that both of them were attractive, actually. He looks down to the other, who's eyes were looking in any direction that wasn't Mason's face. "I'm not too sure what you mean by that," his eyebrows knit together closely as his hand reaches towards Blaine's chin, lifting his head up to look him in the eyes. "Are you saying you don't... do one night stands? Because that's okay, seeing as this is now our second time of doing something, so it counts as more than that." Mason's trying to lighten the mood, seeing as it got very intense, very quickly after his orgasm, and he wasn't used to that at all. "What's on your mind?"

Blaine

Blaine sits up a little in bed and nudges his leg against Mason's before letting out a slow breath. "I'm sorry I," He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to ruin the mood." Mason shifts and sits up too but they're still pressed close together. "I guess I just meant..." He breathes out, chewing on his lower lip, thinking for a moment before he lets the words spill out of his mouth. "I like you." He looks up at him and smiles, leans forward to nuzzle their noses. "I really like you. And I'm hoping that...this, whatever it is, is something you'll want to...develop uhm, further." His lower lip is red from him chewing on it, like he's eaten a bunch of strawberries. "I know we have some miles between us with school, the situation isn't ideal but...I also want to continue whatever this is. I like you and I think you...feel the same way," He leans over and steals a soft kiss and speaks against his mouth, "Least, I think you do." He grins. "Least I'm pretty sure." Blaine teases, a short laugh leaving his mouth. He pulls back a moment, his hair mussed and his cheeks dotted pink. "What do you think?"

Mason

Mason listens carefully to the words that Blaine spoke, and takes it all in. Blaine liked him? As in the Blaine that Mason has been attracted to since high school, actually liked him? His eyes glazed over for a second as the other continued to talk, trying to take it all in. Mason looks round to Blaine as he shifts beside him, noting the blood rushing to his lip as he bites down on it, grazing it with his teeth. His hand raises to the back of his neck as he rubs it slightly, scratching the skin with his nails as his heart rate starts to speed up again. Before he knew it, he felt Blaine's lips on his, giving him a gentle kiss back before the other pulls back a little, and then moves back a fair distance. "Wow," he laughs nervously, still stroking the back of his neck, "That's... exactly how I feel, too." Mason's jaw hangs slightly open as his eyebrows raise, "I just didn't want to say anything to you, you know, in case you didn't feel the same way." He leans in and places a kiss on Blaine's swollen lip, "I'm kinda speechless actually. I wasn't... expecting you to say that at all." His mouth spreads into a smile, as he kisses Blaine again, but more passionately this time. "I want whatever this is to continue too, and I want to figure out exactly what this is." He bit his lower lip, and swallowed some air, "What did you... want this to be?"

Blaine

Blaine smiles and tilts his head to the side, watching Mason for a moment before leaning back against the bed. He shifts so that the blankets can more comfortably cover them, tugging them up to where the pillows were. He was glad his door was closed, even though he knew his mom wouldn't outright interrupt them. He was even more glad his dad was working. He clears his throat and presses a kiss to Mason's jawline before looking up at the ceiling of his room. He scrunches his nose, "You're speechless? Why weren't you expecting me to say that?" He smiles at him. "I mean...you're a pretty decent looking guy," He teases. "You're sweet and thoughtful and your moans are really," He kisses his lower lip. "Really," And then his upper one. "Really sexy." Blaine grins against his mouth before pulling back. He considers them for a moment, considers the long distance between them and opens and closes his mouth. It's not that far. Grayson and Avia make it work. They could to if they really tried. Right? "I want...to be more than friends. I know that's so hard to ask with long distance but...I want to date."

Mason

Mason completely forgot that he, nor Blaine, weren't wearing anything on their bottom halves until Blaine pulls up the covers, and he feels his skin brush against the fabric, sending shivers up his spine. He leans into the kiss placed on his jawline, and hums quietly, rolling his eyes as Blaine begins to compliment him, his cheeks going the slightest bit red. Kissing Blaine each time he leant in, Mason laughs against his lips, "Yours were incredibly hot too, I won't lie." The room went silent for a second as they both thought about what this could potentially mean. Would it mean they'd be exclusive whilst doing the long distance? He'd not been in a long distance relationship before, and he wasn't sure if he liked the idea of it, but maybe with Blaine he could do it. His eyebrows raise as Blaine suggests dating, and he clears his throat, turning to look at the other's lips as he does so, with a growing smile on his face. "I'd like that." His hand reaches up to Blaine's cheek and pulls him in for a kiss, "Dating, I mean. I think that's a good idea. Maybe now Buck will stop flirting with you all the time, at least." He smirks as he kisses him again, sucking in his lower lip as his teeth graze it gently. "And now I'd actually be able to tell him to back off, without looking like a complete weirdo."

Blaine

Blaine smiles against Mason's lips, scrunching his nose at him before pulling back. He adjusts himself on his pillow and lets out a soft sigh, running his hands through his curls. "I've never been in a long distance relationship before," He admits, glancing at the other boy next to him. He enjoys feeling the heat of the other's skin against him, seeping into his pores, the blanket enclosing them together. "I mean, Kurt and I broke up before he left for NYADA. It just never worked out. I sort of regret that, I think. Not even trying?" He turns on his side to face him, making sure the blanket covers his back and legs. "I'd like to try with you." He nuzzles their noses together in an Eskimo kiss before laughing, his cheeks dotting pink as Mason brings up Buck. "You want to talk about Buck while we're both half naked?" He teases, earning Mason's fingers tickling his side for a second. "No but, let's hope so. He was laying it on pretty thick last time I talked to him. Asking me if I was taken and everything." He smiles softly. "You want to tell him to back off? Be protective of me even from far away?" He rests his hand on his side and squeezes, his thumb tracing his hipbone. "That's sweet."

Mason

Mason understands everything Blaine is saying. It must be hard to regret not trying something, and from the way he's talking about it, it makes Mason think even more about their conversation. He doesn't say anything, and just lets Blaine talk about Kurt as he nods along, until he brings up wanting to make it work with him. His cheeks flush even more as he bites his bottom lip, "Good, because I wanna try it with you." As Blaine mentions Buck again, Mason rolls his eyes, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, yeah, alright. I guess bringing him up at this current moment was a little weird, but I mean, if you wanted, we could talk about this fully naked." His hand moves down Blaine's chest towards his length, stroking it teasingly before removing his hand, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, you can tell him next time that you kind of are taken." His eyes roll again, "I knew it was a bad idea to mention anything," he chuckles, shaking his head, "But yeah, the entire time I wanted to tell him to, and I will, even from Indiana." Mason's hand reaches up to tug at Blaine's top, pulling him closer as he connects their lips for a passionate kiss. "I wouldn't mind going over to his and throwing a basketball at his head, either," he smirks against Blaine's lips, his leg moving over to rest on Blaine's.

Blaine

Blaine squeaks as he feels Mason reach under the blanket and tease his cock, gently pushing him away with a laugh. "Stop." He tugs him closer after a moment and intertwines their legs, nipping at his lower lip. "We are not talking about our half naked bodies under this blanket Mason Lynn. Though, I am sort of looking forward to putting Buck in his place. Is that silly?" He laughs. "I just think it's sort of ridiculous that he flirts with anything he can. Though he did offer to buy me a maroon scarf." He grins, tugging on Mason's side before licking his lips. He watches him for a moment, a blush coating his cheeks and the back of his neck. "I didn't even realize you were paying that close to my conversation with him." He reaches for Mason's hand, absentmindedly interlocking their fingers. "You had a crush on me even then, hmm?" He teases, scrunching his nose. "Hitting him with a basketball is way better than Grayson threatening to hit him with a bat, that's for sure." Blaine says against Mason's lips, stealing a few lazy kisses. "You know I'd totally have the same reaction if someone was flirting with you, right?"

Mason

"Well yeah, he did offer to buy you a scarf, which was seemingly nice of him, but no, it's not silly at all. It makes total sense." Mason rolls his eyes, sighing to himself as his body moulded against Blaine's. "Guys like that really get on my nerves, but if that's what helps him sleep at night, then each to their own." A small smile started to tug at his lips, his eyes looked up to the other's and he just began to laugh quietly, "Yeah well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me, Blaine." He winks playfully as his hand strokes Blaine's chest, shortly joined by the other's fingers entwining with his own. His head shook lightly before he crooked his neck down to kiss Blaine, "I've had one on you for a while, yeah. Before all that, but... yeah, since then." He leant down to gently suck on the skin of his neck, kissing his way up to his cheek. "I'd have hoped you would have the same reaction, otherwise there'd be no more repeats of earlier." It suddently clicks in Mason's head that they were now dating, and his breath hitches slightly as he pulls away slightly, "So, this dating thing..." He clears his throat, "Does it mean we're... You know."

Blaine

"I don't actually think he's going to send me one." He smirks, shrugging his one shoulder. He inches closer and wraps arm around Mason's waist, pressing himself closer. He breathes in the scent of his skin, warm and comforting, before pressing his face into his shoulder. He closes his eyes a few moments, listening to Mason speak, feeling the vibration through his body as he does, the sound of him taking breaths in and out. "I can't believe I didn't notice before," He says, his voice muffled. Blaine pulls back, a soft blush kissing his cheeks as Mason's lips from his neck up to his cheek. "that you had a crush on me. I had no idea." He laughs, dipping his head a little. "Guess I'm not exactly the most observant person in the world." He lets out a slow breath, running his hand through his curls before licking his lips. "Of course I'd have the same reaction. It'd be really obvious on my part too because I'm usually not so...forward when I'm upset," He looks up at him. "You know, confrontational." Blaine runs his fingers along Mason's lower back, tracing skin with his fingertips. Now that he has him, he doesn't want to let go. And this is the end of their break coming up; he suddenly gets how Reid feels to leave Quinn. "Yes?" He laughs lightly, trying to follow Mason's line of thought. "Does this mean...what. That we're..." He swallows. "Exclusive?" He asks. "It...it doesn't need to be. I mean, we've only been talking to one another for a few months. I've never exactly done...open sort of dating. But we could try?"

Mason

"You're right, you kinda are oblivious to the signs, Blaine," Mason leans over to kiss Blaine, "But it's okay, because you're still adorable." He smiles at Blaine getting all flustered as he talks about having the same sort of reaction that Mase gave after the Buck ordeal, but then his face quickly changes to 'serious mode' shortly after. The feeling of the other's fingers traipsing down his back calms him a little, but he's still anxious about hearing the answer to his open-ended, somewhat of a question. His body relaxes at the nervous tone in Blaine's voice, and he's reassured that he's not the only person who's nervous about talking about it. "Yeah, that could work. I'm happy to give it a shot if you are," he grins down at him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. He's not sure if Blaine thinks that Mason wants to be open, but maybe he suggested it because that's what he feels is right, with the distance between them, and them only having spoke for a few months. Mason does feel the same about all of it, but either way, if they're open, it doesn't mean that they have to do anything with other people, at least. So he just drops it, and pulls Blaine closer to him, so their fronts are flushed together. His hand makes it's way up to Blaine's neck as he kisses him, his fingers twirling the hair at the back of his head. Pulling back a centimeter or two, Mason smirks against his lips, "I can't believe you didn't realise. I mean, I sent you half naked pictures, told you I wanted to there with me the night I got drunk, and, I was clearly lying about you not being my type. Who constantly tells someone that they're not their type, if they really meant it?" He nips at Blaine's lower lip teasingly, winking at him.

Blaine

Blaine's not sure if 'open' is the best idea for them, he's never done something like that before. Never wanted to. But given that he and Mason have only been talking for a few solid months, light interaction before that, given that he's nervous about moving too fast and his bad luck with guys--this seems like the best option. Especially with the distance. It could work. They could be together but not have the extreme pressure of a relationship. "As long as you want it, I'm in." He nods his head, giving him a soft smile as he's tugged closer into his body. It's not like he's really interested in anyone else, being open doesn't mean that he has to flirt with other people or that he's obligated to just because they're 'open'. He tries not to rely much on the label and instead shifts his attention to Mason, who's nipping at his lower lip and offering him kisses. They can just take this one step at a time, and hopefully something clicks. Because Blaine likes Mason. He really does. They seem to work so well without even trying; they flow. Which can only be heightened by spending more time getting to know one another. He's sure of it. So this...this is good for now. "I'm not exactly the most observant person, what can I say." He laughs, dipping his head and flushing a bright pink. "I sent you pictures too, you know! And yet I still 'wasn't your type'." He teases, smiling against his lips.

Mason

Mason smiles back at Blaine, as he's pulled towards him. "As long as we've established something, Blaine, I'm happy." Mason's hand runs down the other's back, his fingers caressing the groove of his spine as he sighs contently. He's wanted this for a long time, the ability to be in this position with him as more than just friends. Mason knew from the moment he saw Blaine turn up at his door, that whatever flirting or picture sending they'd done before would bring them closer together. Yes, he could have been a little more subtle during their little basketball game, but if there was one thing Mason did well, it was go after what he wanted. To an extent, at least. Everything about him, from the way his hair curled, the way he smiled... his voice. Jesus, the way he moaned his name gave him butterflies, and he knew that it was something he'd want to hear again, and again, and again. "I know you sent me pictures, and believe me, they were put to good use," he whispers, leaning for another kiss. "You've always been my type, and I thought you would have known that. I mean, I text you telling me that my type didn't need to change, after all." Mason couldn't stop thinking about what he just did, and found himself moaning again quietly, biting his own lip before sneaking in another kiss.

Blaine

Blaine laughs gently against his lips, his cheeks flushing, the pink coloring all the way down to the top of his chest. "My pictures weren't as good as yours. They were kind of awkward. I always had to...like, put the camera on a ten second delay and set it up across the room." He hides his face in the other's shoulder a moment and grins. "Yours were much better." He kisses his lower lip. "Sexier." Blaine nuzzles their noses for a moment, biting his lower lip as he looks at him. He picks his hand up and traces Mason's cheekbone with his thumb, thinking for a moment how before break he didn't even know if Mason would want to be anything with him. And now they were in this...this open relationship. He had never been in one before, not sure what that exactly meant but...as long as he was more than friends with Mason? Then he was happy. Blaine smiles a little as Mason mentions types, shaking his head. "Well that's the thing, I really had no idea what your type was. More athletic, maybe." He smirks. "Taller. Regardless, I never thought it was me." He nuzzles their noses together before sliding his lower half against Mason's suggestively. "Either way, I'm glad I am."

Mason

The crack in Blaine’s voice on the phone causes Sebastian to stop in his footsteps. Before Blaine has a chance to say anything else Sebastian replies flatly, “I’m on my way.” After quiet thank you in his ear, Sebastian hangs up the phone and he leaves the bar without another word. His friend would be too drunk soon to even remember he’d been there anyways, so telling them he has to leave would be pointless. Meanwhile something was going on with Blaine, and he needed him. And at the end of the day, that’s all that really mattes to him.

Sebastian hurries out of the bar, pulling on his jacket as he goes before hailing a cab. He gives the driver Blaine’s address off the top of his head as he shuts the door behind him. “And step on it,” he adds as he leans back against the seat, his knee bouncing impatiently.

✦✧✦

Sebastian raps his knuckles on the door of Blaine’s apartment, bouncing impatiently in place as he waits for the door to open. He doesn’t know what happened, but evidently it was bad enough if Blaine had called him like that. He’d like to think Blaine trusts him and cares for him enough to all ways rely on him, however, he knows its not always the case. They were more at the place where they hung out as friends, and the emotional moments were reserved for Blaine’s boyfriend.

Of course, they’ve had their moments, but they haven’t been anything they’ve pushed to talk about. Sebastian refuses to push for anything, feeling fortunate enough to have Blaine in his life at all. The last thing he wants is to do anything to lose Blaine again. “Come B,” he mutters quietly as he waits before suddenly the door cracks open.

When the door doesn’t open any further Sebastian pushes it open slightly to see a form retreating back to the couch inside again. All the lights in the apartment are off, leaving only the TV to illuminate the room. Sebastian frowns as he walks in, closing the door behind him. “Hey B,” he says as he slips off his shoes and coat. “Whatcha watching?” he asks when he doesn’t receive a response before walking further into the apartment.

Sebastian reaches the coach and looks down at his friend who’s curled at one end of the couch, his head resting on the armrest as his eyes focus on the screen. He glances at it, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the programing.”Keeping Up With the Kardashians? You’re bummed enough that you’re turing to your guilty pleasure?” he asks, his tone obviously teasing, however he can’t help but be worried as he sits down.

"Mhm," Blaine hums, not looking away from the TV. So Sebastian simply nods once and settles into the couch, turning his attention to the TV as well. Clearly Blaine isn’t ready to talk about it, but he’ll be here when he is.

✦✧✦ 

Through the process of watching several episodes of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Blaine has moved from his place at the end of the couch. They aren’t exactly sure how it happened, but he’s lying between Sebastian’s legs who is seated against one end of the couch, his back pressed against the arm rest. Sebastian absentmindedly runs his fingers though Blaine’s messy curls as they watch the show, not particularly paying attention to the idiocy being portrayed on screen.

"He dumped me," Blaine says quietly.

Sebastian’s eyebrows furrow slightly and his hand pauses in Blaine’s hair, “What?”

"He dumped me. Kurt dumped me tonight," he says quietly.

"Oh," Sebastian says quietly, swallowing back the anger that is suddenly surging through his veins. He wants nothing more than to find wherever Hummel is hiding and punch him in the face, but knowing how Blaine would react to that makes him consider a few other options. I know a guy. “I’m really sorry B,” Sebastian says after a minute, slowly beginning to run his fingers through the curls again. “Is there anything I can do?”

"Just stay," Blaine says, reaching up a hand to place it on one of Sebastian’s arms, sending a spark through both their bodies. "Just stay with me," he says, quieter this time before letting his hand fall of Sebastian’s arm as he looks back to the TV.