#forestfever

blaine honest to god dislikes being proven wrong-- it gets under his skin in the most irritating ways. he prides himself in being well-versed in things a normal student wouldn’t know. he wasn’t expecting forest to come with a sob story, of all things. blaine’s always believed that forest must have had everything handed to him, with everyone falling off their asses to fawn over him-- just like how people treat skylar. birds of the same feather flock together, after all. still, as much as it pained him to admit, he was wrong. and now he feels like a dick, ignoring forest over a petty reason. especially now that he knows about forest’s past, and as well as with how forest seemed to have treated him on their. . . not date. 

with that in mind, he finds himself repeating his previous actions just a week before, approaching forest just as class has ended, students milling about them, stuck in their own little problems and gossip. this time, though, he’s more genuine with his approach, a small, apologetic smile on his face as he greets forest. “hey,” he says, trying his best not to shuffle on his feet awkwardly. blaine doesn’t do awkward, okay. “nice to see you all healthy and uh, happy,” he continues, internally wincing at how he’s absolutely failing his ‘not awkward’ plan. in a desperate attempt to at least salvage the situation, he lets out a forced laugh, “i forgot to tell you-- your mom was pretty nice,” he says, “i mean, i don’t understand why it seemed like she was so darn happy to see me, because i’ve never seen her before, but--” he exhales, as he realizes that he’s just basically stalling at this pint, “do you want to hang out again, maybe?” he finally asks, before he ends up saying something silly. “you can say no, i really don’t mind, but well, coven bonding and everything?”

the general rule of thumb is that you shouldn’t leave geniuses alone. okay, he wasn’t tooting his own horn and everything, calling himself a genius, but it’s not exactly a lie either. blaine can’t really be trusted to be alone most times, much more when he has self-destructive thoughts flitting about his head. he’s tried everything to distract himself, drafted up prototypes for new ideas. jett wasn’t around to control him, rai was probably busy, and he’s got too much free time and a too silent house. 

it’s probably how he finds out about it. it wasn’t on purpose, not really. a stroke of pure luck, the right amount of resources and skill and curiosity, really. he feels like he’s not supposed to know this-- was he? life wasn’t a shitty mystery-suspense show, he’s pretty sure this wasn’t supposed to mean something deep and profound. it’s just a stupid surname, really. it’s not a secret that he’s adopted, one look at the willebrande family photo would clue you in right away. 

he probably shouldn’t push it-- he’s not an asshole in general. blaine doesn’t aim to be the next skylar, but these past few days were eating up on him. he’s itching for something-- a fight? adrenaline? he doesn’t even know-- as long as it gets his blood pumping and makes him forget about his current situation. there’s nothing more asshole-ish than reminding an adopted child that they’re adopted-- but blaine’s convinced he blew away his common sense the moment his mother was confined. 

it’s the reason he tells himself, when he bumps into forest right after the school day ends. the normal routine would’ve had him sidestepping the guy, ignoring his existence and meeting up with jett and/or rai. this time though, he stays there, a smirk on his face as he leans close to forest. “hey harris,” he greets, all faked enthusiasm, “good day today, isn’t it? are you headed to practice?”