Benjamin J. Montague (benjamming) wrote in dalton_rpg, @ 2010-12-28 06:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & time: past, @ character: benjamin montague, @ character: blaine jackson |
Who: Ben & Blaine
What: Warbler recruiting! In the shower...
Where: Johnson #301
When: Early September 2009
Rating: SFW
Roger Hernandez had been Blaine's roommate his freshman year at Dalton, and while he was a great guy, he was also easily twice Blaine's size and had been very intimidating when they were both freshman. Now, though, Roger and Blaine were good friends, so when Roger said he had some ice cream in a weird flavor he thought Blaine might like, Blaine came over to check it out. Wait here, Roger had said with a grin. I don't want you to see the carton!
So Blaine was chilling in Roger's room while Roger went to get the ice cream, trying not to be a nosy bastard and poke around through all of Roger and his roommate's things. Said roommate was in the bathroom, taking a shower from the sounds of it.
Taking a shower and singing. Blaine perked up at the sound of music, his foot swinging to to the beat of the song.
Now and then it seems like life is just too much... But you've got the love I need to see me through.
Roommate was good! Blaine bounced to his feet and headed over to the bathroom, ignoring the rules of decency that said he shouldn't just open an occupied bathroom's door, or should at the very least knock first. He turned the handle (unlocked!) and stepped inside the steamy room.
The last thing Ben had been expecting was for somebody to hear him in the shower. He was still extremely new to the school, what with it only being the second week of term. He was still much like a fish out of water, the awkward new kid who felt extremely out of place. He was trying to cope in his own quiet way though. His roommate, as nice as he was, completely threw him off when he'd first met him. Ben had been rather intimidated, but luckily for him Roger had been nothing but nice to him. He seemed to be rather popular too, considering a lot of boys ended up in their room at random times. Ben stayed quiet and only spoke when talked to, naturally.
He had no idea that one of Roger's friends was coming around that evening though. He'd gotten into the shower after a rather long and confusing day (thankfully he'd only gotten lost once!), trying to wind down. After a while he'd felt the familiar urge to start singing, beginning to hum the first song that popped into his head.
Running his hands back through his hair as the water cascaded over him, he smiled ever so slightly as he sang.
When food is gone you are my daily need...When friends are gone I know my saviour's love is real...
“You're really good!” Blaine called out over the sound of the water, smashing through all social niceties.
You know it's real...
Ben stopped suddenly, jumping slightly and almost loosing his footing. Slipping a little, he steadied himself by thrusting both arms out to catch himself on the walls of the cubicle. Once he was sure he wasn't about to fall, he took a sharp intake of breath before opening the door and poking his head out nervously. The person who had shouted hadn't sounded like Roger.
Oh god, it's him. Ben felt his heart skip a little as his eyes settled on Blaine. He remembered the other boy as the person who had helped him on his very first day at the school, after he'd gotten lost trying to find the French classroom. He recalled spending the majority of the day thinking about how nice looking he had been, which had driven Ben ten sorts of crazy ever since then. You know, since he was straight and into girls and that.
"Ummmm, thank you?" he said quietly, feeling his cheeks growing pink as he made sure that Blaine could only see him from the neck up
“Oh, it's you!” Blaine grinned at the boy, remembering him from the first day of classes. He had asked for help finding the French classroom, and Blaine had remembered thinking he had a very gorgeous accent (Blaine did not have a voice kink. He just liked nice voices!). “Did you find your French class?” Rather than back out, Blaine hoisted himself up on the vanity, swinging his legs and smiling unabashedly at the other boy.
The fact that Blaine seemed to remember him only served to deepen the blush in his cheeks. Ben chewed on his lip anxiously as he checked once again that the other boy couldn't see the rest of his body. He quickly popped out of view for a moment in order to shut the water off, remaining in the cubicle as he watched Blaine sit up on the vanity. Clearly he wasn't going anywhere.
"I did, thank you," Ben replied with a small nod, one hand moving to rub at the back of his neck nervously.
“Glad I could help,” Blaine said. “I'm Blaine Jackson, and I'm on the council of the Warblers, Dalton's Glee club. You should think about joining. We're currently holding auditions to replace the graduated seniors, and with your voice, you'd be a great addition…”
Ben listened closely to what Blaine said, not quite believing what he was saying. He thought Ben was good enough to try out for the Glee club? Even being at the school for such a short time, Ben knew all about the Warblers and their reputation. Everybody saw them as the golden boys of Dalton and he'd even managed to catch a small part of one of the club's impromptu performances. Never in a million years would he have ever thought about trying out.
"I'm really not that good," Ben said once Blaine had finished. "The showerhead is the only thing that's ever heard me sing. Well, that and you..."
“Are you saying I don't know a good voice when I hear it?” Blaine asked, cocking his head to the side. “Yours is brilliant... Mr. Naked in the Shower-man. Granted, I don't know if you're capable of dancing, but that's easily learned.”
Oh crap. "No, no!" Ben hurried, afraid that he'd caused some offence, "I didn't mean that at all! I just figured that you'd want better people to be in your club, that's all." He closed his eyes and sighed then, mentally cursing himself for putting his foot in it. Now Blaine probably thought he was an idiot.
Ben looked down at himself when Blaine mentioned his state of undress, gulping slightly. With a coy look from under his lashes, he muttered, "Could you please pass me a towel?"
“That's what the auditions are for,” Blaine said, hopping off the vanity with a grin as he grabbed a towel for the other boy. “And that was also a hint that I don't even know your name.” He held out the towel just out of reach. “Towel for a name?”
Ben moved his arm to grab the towel and avoided eye contact. Now he was feeling sufficiently embarrassed and idiotic, he didn't want to give Blaine more reasons to think he was stupid. Curling his fingers and pulling his arm back, he looked at the floor. "I'm sorry, that was really rude of me. I'm Benjamin. Benjmain Montague." Taking a chance and peering up at Blaine's face for a moment, he forced a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Blaine Jackson."
“Well, Benjamin Montague,” Blaine said, holding out the towel again with a kinder smile (clearly this boy was easily flustered, so Blaine wouldn't harass him. Too much). “Usually I wait until I know other boys a little better before joining them in the bathroom, but your voice was just too strong of a siren song for me. Seriously. Warbler auditions all this week. Sign ups are on the auditorium doors. I'll be checking for your name, now that I know it…”
Ben gratefully accepted the towel, moving inside of the cubicle for a moment to wrap it securely around his waist. Once he was sure he was sufficiently covered, he pushed the door open fully before carefully stepping out. He once again ran his fingers through his hair in order to move it away from his face, his eyes still not straying towards the other boy. Instead Ben edged over to where his clothes were laying, his back to Blaine. "What exactly is the punishment if I don't show up?" he asked, unsure whether or not he wanted to hear the answer.
“I don't know,” Blaine said. “But I'm sure it'll be sufficiently embarrassing. Maybe I'll talk the Warblers into an impromptu concert here, in your bathroom.”
"I'll definitely be avoiding my room from now on then," Ben said, his voice a little higher than normal on account of his nerves.
Blaine laughed, reaching out to pat Ben's bare shoulder. “It's just an audition, Benjammers. Not a commitment. Come and sing. You won't regret it.”
Ben hadn't been expecting the touch, so when Blaine patted his shoulder, Ben sucked in a fairly audible breath of surprise. Willing himself to calm down, he turned his head to look over his shoulder with a curious expression. "Benjammers?" he asked, his brow furrowing at the nickname.
“Yeah, needs some work,” Blaine said with a little nod. “I'll have to think of a better one. But really, come check us out.” He grinned at Ben and took a step toward the door. “I'll let you get dressed now. I think Roger's back anyway.”
Ben kept his eyes trained on Blaine, watching the other boy curiously. He wasn't sure whether or not he was being sincere by complementing his voice or not, but Ben couldn't deny how nice it had felt. He smiled slightly at the other boy before turning back to his clothes, picking up his shirt and rolling it up in his hands. "Which day works best for you?" he asked quickly, not sure why he was asking. He wasn't really going to audition, was he?
“I'm on the council and no sports teams,” Blaine said with a shrug. “I'll be at every audition. I think Wednesday has the most openings, though. Hump Day…”
With a small nod, Ben attempted to ignore the flaring heat of embarrassment that was crawling up his neck. "I'll try," he said, attempting to be as non-committal as possible. He didn't want to agree and then back out. What would Blaine think of him then? Why do I care? "I mean, I'll do my best."
“Excellent,” Blaine said, grinning broadly at Ben. “Now I should go before Roger thinks I'm molesting you in here.”
Ben was sorely tempted to ask if Blaine often molested people in bathrooms, but then he figured that they definitely didn't know one another well enough for a question like that. So instead he offered Blaine a nod and a weak smile before turning back to his clothes. "Thank you," he uttered, slipping his shirt over his head before getting started on his boxers.
Blaine was tempted to stay and watch, but he did have some manners. He turned and slipped out the door before Ben dropped his towel, greeting Roger with another grin.