Log: Blaine and Ian Who: Blaine and Ian What: Ian has a problem, runs to Blaine for the rescue and a relationship forms Where: Park in Lima, Blaine's house. When: Saturday December 10th, Evening - Sunday December 11th, morning Warnings: Sex, violence, character near-death, hate crimes
Ian had just been walking through the park taking some film of the trees for a project he was working on, figuring it was a good idea to get work done while he was still pumped up from winning sectionals. It wasn’t exactly a happy project considering the trees were dead for the winter and covered in frost. Ian didn’t hear them come up behind him until it was too late and he was tackled to a tree, his camera falling to lay in the grass and film the whole scuffle from the feet up. Unfortunately there was no sound.
He fought hard even as the two men snapped handcuffs on him and flipped him around. They threw obscenities at him and Ian understood that their claims were everything he feared. They told him that his parents had decided that he was a bad seed and they were going to take him to a place that would fix that. And if he cooperated now, they’d go easy on him... Ian didn’t cooperate. He slammed his forehead into the nose of the closest then ran like the fucking wind. It seemed his feet carried him faster than he could have possibly imagined but not enough to be too obvious.
When he was safe, he realized he was in a particular neighborhood. Of course his feet would carry him this way. It’d been hard to get to Blaine’s backdoor but he managed and kicked it in a knocking fashion. Then he settled in the dark beside it, panting hard and crying. God the tears wouldn’t stop...
Blaine had been actually working on homework. It was rare he needed to concentrate given the lack of proper education and standard at McKinley. He’d nee on such an energy high after performing at sectionals that he couldn’t simply be lazy that day. The sudden sound broke him from the simple moment. He had been listening Hayden’s symphony no. 94. He liked to go through Hayden when he was studying. Most of it was lighthearted and good for him to ease into studying. This symphony however had something of a tongue-in-cheek aspect. The second movement was so calming and soothing that dozing was almost a guarantee. Hayden himself had made it intentionally so. Right in the middle of the second movement was a sudden jolt of sound....and this never failed to bring Blaine’s attention and adrenaline to a sudden spike.... except this time instead of the jolt being as expected it was the crashing in of a door. The ominous trumpeting jolted him from his set to run first for his cell to hover on 911 and then to rush toward his back door. “Who’s there!”
Ian shifted a little to be partially in view and hissed, “It’s me! Let me in! Please!” Fuck. He could hear keys. A voice saying “Don’t worry, we’ll fucking find the bastard.” He was about to go into full flailing panic and that just wouldn’t help considering that would involve screaming. He couldn’t hide the fact that he’d pretty much been sobbing his eyes out as he sort of slid down the door a bit, begging, “Please, please, please, please...”
Blaine stared unbelieving at the state of Ian. The last time he’d seen Ian nothing near this level of kink had been involved. Nothing physical at all in fact. For a moment Blaine waited for some elaborate prank.. and then Ian pleaded. The phone call button was pushed the the 911 exchange as he opened the door to pull Ian inside. He shut the door roughly behind the shuddering boy.
“911 call center.”
“Hello miss. There are people attempting to break and enter into my house. Can you please send a car out? I’m Mr. Anderson on 4th place. Yes. that’s my security system. Thank you.”
Good. Good. Fuck. Ian was moving away from the door, away from the window. He had to find a place to hide so they wouldn’t see him. But for some reason he couldn’t stop huddling behind Blaine, almost pressed to the other boy’s back and hiding his face. He muttered the real story so the lady on the phone wouldn’t hear, “M-my m-mother. She hired these guys to take me to one of those brain-washing centers. Sh-she threatened to do it before. Please hide me. Please...” His shoulders hurt; so did his elbows and his wrists. The cuffs were so tight...
“A squad car is sent now sir.”
“Thank you.” Blaine shut the phone. It was a benefit of being rich, the officers would not enter unless he approved. It gave him plenty of time to help Ian.
“It’s alright. I’m here Ian. I’m not going to let them touch you.” His voice was filled with steel. It was a voice that belonged to the future, to a much older, more powerful man. A man who could easily make someone disappear.
Honestly, Ian couldn’t take much more of this bullshit that was his life. He sort of just collapsed onto the floor and leaned against Blaine, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did to make you not like me and I don’t deserve your help fuck I’m sorry.” He was broken and he was scared. Maybe he should’ve let himself go batshit back in Scotland. He would’ve ended up in prison but his horrible mother would’ve been dead.
“Shh shh. It’s fine. I’m not going to let you get taken. I do care for you Ian...” Despite what he’d heard, what he knew about Ian’s stay in the mental ward, his anti-depressives.... he still cared for him. “The cops will be here soon. Come on let’s get you inside. I can get those cuffs off with my skeleton key.”
He managed to get up off the floor with surprising ease despite not having use of his hands. Ian had practice. Perhaps not the best thing to know about him. Part of him just wanted to kiss Blaine senseless in gratitude but the larger part was thinking about how his fingers were starting to tingle and ache. He couldn’t see it but they were starting to turn colors. “Okay... Good idea. Definitely. My fingers hurt,” he almost sounded like a child but then he sure as Hell felt like one - totally lost and confused and willing to follow Blaine where ever he would lead.
“I’ve got you Ian. I have you.” He kept his voice steady and confident. Ian needed guidance right now. He wasn’t sure what was happening in the other boy’s mind, but he looked lost. He moved toward his ‘parent’s’ room to get the key. “Go sit on the couch.”
Blaine’s presence was calming but getting the cuffs off would be even better. “Okay,” he answered simply and went without a bit of protest to sit on the couch and wait. It took a lot of effort not to move, do something, pace. Anything. But he had been told to sit and so that was what he was doing. He squeezed his eyes shut, chewing his bottom lip a bit viciously.
Blaine moved swiftly into the room, rooting around in the counter drawer before he found the key he’d bought just in case any of his escapades needed a fast out. He moved swiftly back up, not wanting to leave the trembling man alone. “I’m back. I need you to stay still and breath deep for me.” Blaine’s mind was running at a mile a minute, but his voice was even.
Ian nodded slightly but it was hard for him to breathe deep. Each intake of air was a vicious shuddering thing. They were going to break in. They were going to kick in a door or bust out a window and come for him. Any minute. Blaine was going to get hurt. A mournful sound slipped out of him and he wanted to curl over into a ball but he’d been told to stay still so he was doing the best he could.
“Good boy.” He wasn’t intending to be demeaning or bring a sexual aspect into the moment, but Ian needed to need some soothing. The key fiddled in the lock before the cuffs clicked open. Blaine carefully removed the restraint. “It’s okay. The police are on their way. You’re safe here.”
As soon as his arms were free, Ian turned and put his arms around Blaine’s waist, hiding his face in the other boy’s chest. He was going to cling good and tight because Blaine was the only safe place right now and if he didn’t, he was going to freak out worse than he was already. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry fuck...”
Blaine jolted a little at the sudden Scottish tackle. He pressed one hand through Ian’s short hair. “Shh Shhh. It’s fine, you’re fine. Everything is safe now. ”
“Should’ve told you. Should’ve warned you. I’m sorry.” Part of him wanted to go ‘told you someone was following me’ but that would’ve been petty even for him. Instead Ian looked up at Blaine with teary eyes, “What if the cops don’t find them? What if... What if the police just let them go and they come again? She wants me to hurt...”
“Slow down. Can you tell me what happened? Who is after you?”
He whined a little curling tighter to Blaine, “When my parents were getting divorced, mum tried to convince my da to send me to these... camps. Those ones where they straighten out bad kids or whatever with torture and brainwashing only they just say they use Christian Methodology. I thought she might try it anyway and... I was in the park, getting shots for a film when there were these two guys and before I knew it I was getting shoved into a tree and there were handcuffs. All I could think to do is run so here I am...”
Blaine’s eyes went wide. His hands clutched the boy tighter to his body. There was no way he was going to let Ian get taken away to one of those hell holes. He blinked, remembering the comments of Ian feeling like he was being followed, the odd protectiveness from Dave... Dave knew. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why were you alone! Dammit Ian I could have helped!”
Ian made a soft sound of surprise when Blaine held him tighter and he pretty much melted into the contact. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to endanger you further - as I totally haven’t tonight... Plus you aren’t my boyfriend. And I already know the argument - Dave isn’t either. But I was telling him in part of a convoluted scheme to get him to apply for Medicaid and go to therapy. Things just... Came out.”
“Wait he’s not going to therapy.. Such self-righteous bastard...” Blaine grumbled over the idea that Dave was telling Blaine to go get help when he wasn’t even doing it himself. “Just because we’re not together doesn’t mean I stopped caring. I care about you, before anything else was revealed. I care about you and will keep you safe. Hell I could have hired a driver for you so you would have an escape and someone to keep an eye out.”
“Because he didn’t think he could afford it. He didn’t know about Medicaid and since my da’s a doctor, I know all about it.” It had been surprising to Ian how uniformed Dave’d been. Why wasn’t someone like the guidance counselor telling him these things? Ian shook his head a little, “I don’t want things like that, Blaine... And I can never tell if you give a shit or not - you’re like a fucking Katy Perry song. Hot and cold and so on. I don’t know what to do anymore...”
Blaine’s mouth opened to immediately deny the accusations. But... they were true. His masks were so deep he was starting to forget which one was real. “I care about you. If nothing else I would never want to see you hurt or disappear from my life.”
Ian scoffed a little, pulling off his glasses so he could rub an eye with the ball of his palm, “But I do hurt. All the time because I want to be with you so fucking bad. You’re the first person I thought of coming to when I had to run tonight. And... And they could come after me again and again.”
Blaine frowned deeply at that one. What could he do to that? He wanted Ian... he wanted everything he offered, all of the romance, the teasing, feeling loved... but it was selfish. He wasn’t right in the head... neither of them were. “I’ve made enough stupid mistakes for my young life. I... you’re not going to get taken. I won’t let it happen.”
He peered up at Blaine, frowning a little, “But that’s not really the problem... You know it isn’t. The big issue is... I’m tired. Of fighting you mostly. So what would you do if I just stopped showing up?” Part of him wanted to go out and let those guys take him. Maybe he’d get over his obsession then...
His hand came sharp across Ian’s cheek. It hadn’t been a thought, just a terrifying flash of what life would be like if Ian disappeared. He couldn’t live with that, knowing Ian was suffering. “Don’t you dare ever think like that. You are not giving up. I will not let you give up. So I didn’t say yes. You claim to know me, to have watched me for years. So when have I ever just given in?”
Ian gasped a little, putting a hand on his cheek. It should’ve been more shocking but instead it had kind of turned him on. He wasn’t going to admit it. Not yet anyway. “You gave in for Kurt, didn’t you? Just went doe-eyed and stupid.” Maybe he was trying to get slapped again. Maybe.
“I became what he wanted! He wanted prince fucking charming with the smile and the big eyes and the awkward little kisses. I become what they want because I.....” He hadn’t even realized he’d been yelling. “because I’m what no one wants.” His voice became a whisper. “Kurt was someone I thought my father might finally accept because he’s one extra opening away from being a woman.”
Well that was a Hell of an insult to Kurt but Ian wasn’t really paying attention to that. What he was paying attention to was the pain in Blaine, the way the mask cracked again letting out a piece of what Ian knew was there. He shifted so he could lean in close to Blaine, ask in a quiet whisper in the other boy’s ear, “And what is it you think you are precisely that no one wants? Tell me.”
The former Warbler shuddered, the truth of his mind, of his raising rolling off his lips. “Fag, whore, slut, demanding, selfish, useless, a disgrace, a horrible person, clingy, rapist, liar, bitch, controlling, bastard, better off dead, fake....” His eyes should have been clouding with tears, he should have been sobbing... except he believed every one. Why cry over the truth. He wasn’t really saying it anyway. His words were just what they called him, the ones who would know. His father, his mother, various lovers, ex-boyfriends. Everyone he loved.
Ian snorted a little bit, “Fags are cigarettes or sticks. Whore’s accept money. I can counter each and every one,” for the most part but he didn’t say that out loud. “But the thing is, I don’t care about everyone else’s opinions. And I’ve been called every single one of those too. Except maybe demanding and controlling although I know those can apply. So,” he turned his head to brush his lips against Blaine’s, “That means we’re bloody perfect for each other. Enough said.”
“You’re crazy.” He gasped against the lips. No one would just accept him, not like that, not knowing. It was his last ditch attempt to fight himself and Ian.
“Yes but that’s previously established via my stay in a mental ward,” Ian snorted in amusement. “I want you all to myself, Blaine. Not to share with anyone except friends and you know I won’t let you be too bossy - I’m a stubborn Scot. So get it through your head,” he nipped at Blaine’s bottom lip, trying not to grin.
Blaine’s eyes snapped in irritation. Stubborn pushy... oh but his lips were sweet. “I have a BDSM dungeon in here that I took a boy down and tortured until he collapsed? How are you not running away?”
The first question out of Ian’s mouth was probably not the one he wanted to hear, “How did you get away with building a dungeon?” The second was accompanied by a dark blush, “I mean, um... Can I see it?”
“Urg! You are so frustrating!” He leaned in to bite Ian’s cheek. “It’s my parent’s room. They have never once stepped into this house so why bother with a bedroom for them.”
Ian pressed down on Blaine’s shoulders with his hands though one was still holding his glasses, “If you’re going to bite me, make it count. And you have no idea what my last lovers did to me so hush. Now show me.” Now he backed away enough so Blaine could get up.
Blaine stood, his iris almost completely eclipsed by his pupils. “It’s right....” and then a knocking came on his door.
“Mr. Anderson. This is the Lima City police Department.”
Blaine glared A-bombs at the door. He motioned for Ian to get into the hallway, just in case he didn’t want the cops questioning him.
Part of Ian didn’t want to leave Blaine alone. What if it was those guys...? Ian whispered, “Be careful. It might not be the police.” But then he disappeared into the hallway and pressed himself into darkness and shadows.
Blaine opened the inner door, leaving the screen door closed. As soon as the door was opened wide enough a fist burst through the mesh and wire of the screen door, pushing the now open wooden one inward.
“Ian run!”
Part of him really did want to run but he didn’t. Instead Ian was surging forward because Blaine had to be protected. If they really wanted him so badly, they were going to have a fight but Blaine wasn’t about to get hurt because of him. “You go. I’ll be fine,” he stated firmly. Although he hadn’t been attacked (yet) his skin was turning into silver metal with the feeling of a high level of danger in the air.
Blaine had been pushed back by the door. He turned to run for the kitchen when he saw Ian. “Shit. Ian go! You can’t fight them!”
“You should listen to your fag friend. Don’t fight.” The men had made it inside.
Fag friend? Ian growled sharply and surged forward like an out of control freight train. Now the men were prepared for situations like this only one of them was smart and the other one was stupid. One had a police-issue taser and the other didn’t. There were two sounds like firing either way. One of them was soft followed by a rattling electric sound but it hadn’t stopped Ian. The second had been much louder and was clearly a gunshot.
Ian had dropped like a ton of bricks.
“IAN!” Blaine ran to the fallen boy. He wasn’t moving! Oh God he wasn’t moving! Blaine turned, a snarl raising from his lips. His words and body simmered. The familiar heat of his powers flooded off him. “Leave now!”
The gun clattered to the floor, followed by twin spots of wet appearing in the men’s crotch. They ran like the devil himself was hot on their tails.
Ian groaned softly, slowly getting up into a kneeling position as the men left. His whole body seemed to be encased in that silver metal - everything except his clothes shone brilliantly in the light of the room. The bullet was firmly smashed against his forehead. Apparently he was bullet proof in this state. Silver eyes looked at Blaine but it was hard to tell where they were actually looking, “That really fucking hurt.”
Very slowly Blaine turned to the voice. His eyes went wide and he threw himself at Ian. “Ian! You’re alive! Oh God Ian!” Sure the impact against the other boy hurt a little but he didn’t care, he was trying to touch and be sure he was alive.
“Oof,” Ian breathed but wrapped an arm around Blaine. His free hand peeled the flattened bullet from his forehead and set it aside. After he had done that the silver skin started to fade away like it had never been there. “I told you. I can adapt to anything...” But now he had a bit of a headache. Not that he was going to admit to that.
“I thought you were dead!” He caught Ian’s lips half turned back to flesh, not caring of the odd hardness. “You do that to me!”
Honestly, he almost purred into the kiss, bringing up his free hand to cup Blaine’s cheek. “Hey, it wasn’t my choice. My body just reacts to shit. Okay, it was my choice to charge at them but I wasn’t going to leave you alone...”
“You should have run! You should have gotten out! Dammit... ” He nuzzled into the hand on his cheek. “I obviously could take care of myself.”
“Should have but I’m no’ running without you,” Ian murmured, leaning his forehead against Blaine’s and closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. This is my fault.”
“This is not your fault!” He pressed his body as close as he could to the other boy. “Ian.” He kissed along Ian’s cheeks.
“Yes it is... if I hadn’t have come here you wouldn’t have been in danger,” he argued. Ian settled his hands at Blaine’s waist, keeping that part of his body from getting too close. After all, his terms and conditions had not yet been made... but part of him wanted to just let go... He breathed a sigh and nuzzled into the curve of Blaine’s neck.
Blaine curled into the comfort of the much taller boy. He needed to feel the life in Ian. “Be my boyfriend?”
As much as Ian wanted to agree without a thought, let his heart skip beats and be joyous, “I want to but... Now’s not the time. Emotions are too fucked up.” It clearly hurt him to deny Blaine’s request but they’d just had been subjected to a life or death situation and that just skewed things. He wasn’t stupid. He’d faced this sort of thing before.
“Ian...” Blaine licked his lips, his eyes darting worriedly. “Please I need you Ian. You have to be... Please I need to know you won’t leave.”
He laughed a bit bitterly, hugging Blaine tight, “Ask me when you aren’t scared and horny and feeling like the world almost ended.” He was guessing. Or maybe projecting. Ian was definitely feeling at least two of those... Which two, well, figure that one out yourself.
“Ian I...” A low rapp broke though his plead. At the door was an actual police officer.
“Are you two boys alright? What happened here?”
Blaine jolted, his mask instantly slapping back up. “We had an attempted breaking and entering. They ran off... I don’t think they were expecting us to be home.”
God, Blaine was talking like Ian lived here. That was weird. But he put on his best American accent (which was strikingly good and a little Floridian) to help that along, “One of them had a gun. They’re really, really dangerous.”
He was trying so hard to get the cops to just leave and chase after the head hunters as he was now thinking of them.
“I’ll give a statement... please let me get my cousin into a seat. He’s pretty shaken up.”
“You two stay inside, keep everything locked. We’ll patrol the area.”
“Thank you Sir.” Ah the joys of being affluent. They left you mostly alone and cleaned up the mess.
Ian got up and went to the door, shutting it behind the officer and locking it. Shaken? Yeah actually he was and it showed when he had trouble actually latching the door but he managed. Then he sort of slumped against the wall, unsure of what to do next. He glanced at Blaine, desperately wanting to go back to him but being pretty sure that was just a bad idea right now.
Blaine watched the shaking. Ian didn’t need his issues pushing themselves even if all he wanted to do was kiss each inch of Ian’s skin to make sure he was all there. “Follow me Ian.” He offered his hand, trying to send calm feelings.
Part of Ian wanted to shut down and block out those waves of calm - he was pretty sure that was the hypersensitivity that was his powers right now. They were on high alert still and he could almost feel them thinking. But he squashed down the misgivings and took the offered hand to follow Blaine where ever he wanted to go.
Blaine took him into the huge entertainment room. He sat Ian down on the couch. “I want you to try to relax. I’m going to sing alright?”
Ian curled into a corner of the couch, managing to smile at Blaine in amusement, “Is that your solution to everything, love? Sing?”
“At least tell me it makes you feel better. It makes me feel better.”
“Well I don’t deny that. I just think it’s cute. That’s all.” Ian blushed a little and glanced away. When did he get shy about that stuff? Sheesh.
Blaine blushed right back at the comment. He shifted a bit, making sure he could see Ian’s eyes. There was only one song he could think to give to Ian. “Made a wrong turn once or twice, Dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright. Welcome to my silly life.
Blaine smiled softly, knowing the words by heart. Ian needed this. He was pushed down. How the hell couldn’t he have seen Ian for the man he was. ”Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood. Miss 'No way, it's all good'. It didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing. Underestimated, look I'm still around.”
Blaine reached out to take Ian’s hand. He took a deep breath to give out chorus. He wanted Ian to have a better life, to not have a batshit mother, not worry for his safety all the time. In his mind Blaine swore he’d find a way. “Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel like you're less than fucking perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.”
Okay, Ian had to cover his mouth with a hand to hide his smile. It wasn’t at all surprising that Blaine went straight for a P!nk song. But this one... Well he had trouble with this song, most especially the video that went with it but this song too.
The initial smile kind of slowly faded into a sadder one as Blaine went on and when the former Warbler reached for his hand Ian pulled Blaine a little closer, hiding his face in the other boy’s stomach again. Part of him wanted to create a harmony for the chorus but about all he could manage was to mouth the words a little. B deserved something better too, to have all the pain and hurt lifted and shoved away, to actually have someone care about the real him. He just wasn’t sure he could convince Blaine when emotions weren’t running dangerously high which seemed to be just about always.
Blaine’s voice grew softer as he moved through the song. His hands petted along the boy’s hair and onto his neck. As he slid into a silence he kept tight to Ian’s body. He prayed Ian would take it to heart. The use of powers and the emotional roller coaster left in drained.
Ian tugged Blaine towards the couch a bit more, laying back a bit. A tiny, quiet voice broke the silence only to suggest, “I vote we crash and... And if... Well sleep on what you asked me. Think about it, yeah?” And if Blaine asked him again in the morning, Ian was pretty sure he’d find it impossible to say no.
“Good idea. So will I.” The couch was plush and despite the largeness of Ian, Blaine knew he could fit himself into the small space. He curled in, squeezing mostly on top of Ian. “Good night.”
Alright, Ian couldn’t help but make a small strangled noise when Blaine climbed on top of him to sleep. It wasn’t because Blaine was heavy or anything (he wasn’t) but for... other reasons. Sighing in a resigned sort of way, he wrapped his arms around Blaine and held the other boy close, “Good night...” The exhaustion of the evening quickly overtook him...
The next morning, Ian was the first to wake. Not by choice, mind you but because his phone was ringing by playing a rather chilling ringtone. Ian fished his phone out of his pocket, barely waking up to grunt a hello. And then the yelling started in his ear. But he was calm, mostly still asleep.
“No, da... ‘M fine. Mm-hmm... No, Blaine’s.” And then something changed and caused Ian to startle awake fully. He didn’t sit up although he shifted like he was going to. A weight on his chest prevented his movement, “What the fuck are you--Sorry. R-right. Okay. No, I do... I-I’ll ask later... It’s not me you have to worry about... Yeah. Later...” And then he sort of collapsed and let his phone clatter to the floor from his dangling arm. Fuck. His life was ruined.
Blaine shifted, his bed was moving and making distinctly creepy noises...and then scottish noises... since when was his bed a Scottish noisemaker? Blaine groaned, shifting blearily. Blaine had never been the most awake and present person in the morning. oh.... look... boy-chest. “Hrmmmm?”
Ian glanced down at Blaine and smiled faintly. “Go back to sleep, love. Ne’er you mind.” It was one of those times when his accent was ridiculously thick but having just woken up he didn’t have the presence of mind to tone it down like he usually did. Now the hard part which was his attempt to shift out from under Blaine without displacing them both from the couch.
Blaine loved that sound. He wanted to do exactly what the voice said. So he tightened his arms on his Scottish mattress and snuggled down. His small but dense body refusing to budge.
“Love, let go. I need to get up,” Ian protested softly even though he kind of liked the way Blaine was clinging to him. However he needed to pee badly. And then he was going to raid the alcohol and get pissed. It was too early to be thinking that but he didn’t give a shit.
Blaine groaned at the insistent Scottish mattress. “No...” He did however relent and shift away. The inferior replacement of the couch was irritating in it’s lack of rolling sounds. He then proceeded to wake up in protest.
Ian smiled a little as he finally slipped off the couch but it was an almost lifeless thing. Thankfully Blaine wouldn’t see it. He was still mostly dead to the world. Without a word, Ian proceeded towards a bathroom, remembering it from his last visit. He was quick to relieve himself and fix his hair with a water bottle and fingers then at least rinsed his mouth out with borrowed mouthwash. After, he used sink water to take his medication which he always had in his pocket in a case.
As spiffed up as he was going to get, his next stop was to find the alcohol. When he did, he proceeded to the Scotch whisky. For a second, Ian thought about getting a glass. Instead, he took a swig out of the bottle.
Blaine woke, his shuffling to rise and get to the bathroom passed Ian unaware in the hallway. He was always like this, dead to the world until he finished his piss and face scrubbing. He came back out with his hair brushed and partially gelled down. The day before had been so... surreal. It was hard to understand all of it actually occurred. He immediately began to look for Ian, needing to know he was alive, that the returning wasn’t a hallucination dream.
“Morning...” Blaine’s eyes took in the bottle. “Drinking so early?”
“Scottish breakfast,” Ian answered automatically, not even realizing it was Blaine he was talking to until it settled in his mind. He looked up and - well it became clear that Ian had his own masks and that one had just slid into place behind his eyes. He smiled a bit, “It’s already been a rough morning and it hasn’t even been twenty minutes.”
Blaine knew masks. He wore them his parents, and almost every single one of the young and elite of Dalton academy from prim and proper Wes to the sweet and smiling Luke had at least one mask. He wasn’t surprised, it didn’t mean he wasn’t saddened.
“How about some eggs and toast to go with it?” He moved to the fridge to begin going through the motions of a normal breakfast. Ian would talk about it if he wanted.
“It isnae necessary. I just...” Ian sighed softly and looked away, drinking from the bottle again. He was pretty much stationed by a window, staring out looking a bit small. “If I’m not at Dalton, I need a place to crash. I wouldnae presume upon you but...” He was being surprisingly formal and still hadn’t bothered to reduce his accent any.
Blaine had to listen a little harder then normal to understand. While he had been around Ian he wasn’t to familiar with the deeper accent. “It’s not like you’re going to scare anyone off by being here... Why is it that you need a place?”
Ian smiled dimly into the neck of the bottle, “Mum had the gal to show up at the house. I’m to lay low until things are sorted. I may need you to come to a trial as a witness when I press charges.” And then he took an even longer drink from the bottle, shaking his head with the taste. Perfect.
“She’s in the country then....” Blaine went completely tense. The woman’s henchmen had no qualms pulling a gun on Ian... “Of course you can stay here. I will also testify if you need it...”
“Aye. She’s in the country,” he didn’t need to confirm it but he did anyway. Ian swallowed hard then shook his head a little. “It’ll likely be settled out of court. Da still loves her and wouldn’t want to see her in jail. She just didn’t expect me to be in the state still - apparently the camp is in Virginia.”
“She should be eliminated.” His voice was cold, the rage threatening to take him over. A woman who would do that to her own son should be executed.
Breathing a deep sigh, Ian set the bottle down and crossed over to Blaine, pulling the other boy tightly to his chest, “She’ll be taken care of. Don’t worry about it, love. I’m just... So tired of this bullshit.”
Blaine immediately wrapped his arms around Ian’s waist, cuddling close. “She’s not going to touch you. You’re not going to be taken anywhere.” Blaine would put a call into his security company once Ian was out of earshot to establish a security patrol.
Ian smiled a little, more truly this time. He lifted a hand to settle a finger under Blaine’s chin and tilt the other’s head up just enough to kiss him. It was very sweet and more boyfriendly than their previous kisses. He couldn’t help it. He still remembered what Blaine had asked him and what he had turned down.
Blaine pressed into the kiss. He still held all of the emotions that had pushed him into last night’s question. But.. the state of mind to know how bad of an idea it was. “Ian....”
It was a little less sweet when he was kissing the underside of Blaine’s jaw with a soft, questioning, “Hmmmm...?”
He responded, how could he not? He tilted his head to give his room to work the magic of those lips.... God it was such a bad idea. “We shouldn’t..”
“Shouldn’t what...?” Ian asked, utterly oblivious as to the meaning right now. He was busy kissing down Blaine’s neck slowly, leaving an invisible trail that went right over his Adam’s apple.
Blaine shuddered in want. Last night Ian had nearly died right there in front of him... He couldn’t just ignore that Ian was here, alive and breathing and real. “Nothing.”
Even though Ian wasn’t really playing fair (and he knew it) he shifted to pin Blaine against a counter, arms trapping him in place but bodies apart. The trail of kisses went down to his collar bone even as Ian asked, “Were you rethinking your question from last night...?”
Blaine whimpered, trapped by the man, feeling the press of his body and his heat. He whispered, his voice shaking. “R..rethinking your answer?”
The tip of Ian’s tongue dipped into the hollow place of Blaine’s collarbone and he had to fight with himself to keep from smiling, “Depends on if you still want the label and all the frills that come with it. I won’t share you know...”
Blaine groaned deeply, that mouth on his skin..... Gracie, pale, stripes of red welting on on his chest, a posture collar keeling his spine straight had leaned forward and kissed him on exactly the same spot. But Gracie wasn’t his lover, wasn’t someone he couldn’t stop thinking about... “God Ian... yes.”
Ian grinned broadly, both victorious and entirely giddy. He managed not to giggle like a school girl. “Good,” he answered simply then started to pull away because he was just that mean, “So breakfast was it?”
Blaine had been getting touched and kissed and now he said yes he wasn’t? Clearly Ian was not aware of how this worked. Time to learn. He grabbed Ian’s shirt and pulled him roughly forward to kiss again.
He was startled and he wasn’t. After all, a boy who had a dungeon was going to be rough and demanding depending on what he liked so Ian had been expecting a little bit of something. His mouth clashed with Blaine’s in a mild misstep but it gave Blaine just what he wanted and Ian moaned softly, blushing more than he would’ve liked to admit.
Blaine smirked into the rough kiss. He pushed one hand down to the waistband of Ian’s pants to tug his lower body against him. “Mine.” He purred against Ian’s mouth. His kissed down his cheek to the stubble on Ian’s jaw.
It was strange, the things that could turn on the mysterious Teenage Male. In this instance, Ian was affected by the way Blaine claimed him and his blush deepened as he pressed more firmly against Blaine’s body. He turned into Blaine’s kisses, breathing hotly against the other boy’s skin until he could nip at what he could now label as his boyfriend’s earlobe. That was surprisingly exciting despite being kind of... stupid to be honest.
Blaine groaned at the nip from the taller boy. He kissed and pressed his mouth into Ian’s neck and bit. It was less conscious of a choice then he’d like to admit. Ian was his and no damned bastard of a mother or her cronies were ever going to take him away. His hand unbuttoned Ian’s pants.
“Ah! Jesus Christ fuck me,” Ian cursed sharply at the bite, his hips grinding against Blaine’s sharply. It wasn’t a request or a demand but an automatic reaction - both the cursing and the movement of his body. It was becoming very clear just how turned on he was especially once biting got involved. Ian’s hands moved quickly down Blaine’s chest until he could start rucking up the other boy’s shirt. Things had to come off. They had to come off now.
Well breakfast was well and thoroughly forgotten. He tugged down Ian’s zipper to cup the other man. “Hell yes.” He pulled at his own shirt when his stomach exposed under Ian’s hands to throw it away from him.
This height difference was going to kill him. He was certain of it. Ian leaned down to kiss Blaine’s chest, taking his time once the skin was bared to him. One of them had to be sensible though and he was fighting to make his brain work. When it finally did, he managed to suggest, “Maybe we should go to your room or something.”
“Good idea.” Shirtless Blaine pushed Ian back from his body. He laced his hand with Ian to tug him down the hallways and up the stairs and into his room.
Well this had been a stupid idea if Ian had to be mostly parted from Blaine. He followed along with a slightly dopey smile on his face. How many times had he imagined this trek? It’d led to a lot of things but now he was really going to find out...
Blaine pulled him into his zen influenced black and white themed room. He couldn’t care less about where they were as long as skin pressed against Ian’s. His clothing flew off him in record time.He grabbed Ian close, his mouth attacking Ian’s chest. God he loved how tall Ian was.
It was kind of amusing - the contrasts between their rooms. Ian's was far more chaotic. His clothes quickly joined Blaine's where ever they had landed. All he could think about was skin-to-skin contact. He needed to feel Blaine. His hands were roaming the other boy's back and chest without hesitation. "Shit," he groaned, "bite hard, love. Don't be worried."
Blaine groaned deeply at that permission. He was going to leave so many marks it would be impossible not to know Ian was his. He bit into his collarbone, sucking out a dark mark of possession.
He moaned a bit loudly, waves of pleasure shooting straight downward. As if he wasn’t hard enough already. Fuck. Ian started backing them towards Blaine’s bed, bound and determined to get one or both (the preferable outcome) onto it.
Blaine let the man’s shoulder go right as he tumbled backward. He was more then happy to find Ian coming down with him. Blaine’s compact body writhed upward against Ian as he moved back toward the center of the bed.
Ian followed him along like a puppy until he was laying over Blaine. He hadn’t at all been shy about sliding between his new boyfriend’s legs, settling their hips together quite perfectly. He leaned down to capture Blaine’s mouth in an assault of a kiss, wanting to leave both their lips bruised.
Blaine’s knees squeezed at Ian’s hips, encouraging the tight press of their bodies. He nipped and bit at Ian’s lips. Blaine’s hands pressed over Ian’s back, pulling him down hard.
Making a soft ‘oomf’ sound against Blaine’s mouth, Ian quite willingly settled more completely on top of Blaine, almost feeling like he was going to smother the smaller boy. Their kiss felt like it was a war of teeth and skin and that was fucking perfect. He ran a hand down Blaine’s side slowly until he got to his thigh and tugged his leg just a bit higher. Then he slid his touch downward along the curve of Blaine’s ass just taking in every inch of skin.
Blaine groaned up into Ian’s mouth as that hand petted along his back thigh. He parted his lips from Ian panting already from the passion sizzling between them. Blaine wrapped his leg around Ian’s hip. “Fuck...Ian you feel good against me.”
Ian had been sure it would be like this - all fire and intensity. He was so glad that he wasn’t disappointed or a disappointment to Blaine. But that might change. One never knew. He was breathing hard and, amusingly enough, his glasses were a little foggy but he ignored that. “So fucking perfect,” he half-muttered as he trailed his lips down the curve of Blaine’s neck to his shoulder where he bit just as hard as Blaine had.
But there was a question on his mind. When he pulled away to kiss at the mark, he managed to ask (while blushing), “Who do you want to top?”
Blaine bucked up against the bite, a cry of need wrung from him. He was coming down from the jolt when the wide eyed adorable question came to him. He... laughed. Not meanly, or bitterly, but he couldn’t contain the mirth over the adorable blush from the cheeks and the fogged classes. “Oh Ian.”
He wrapped both arms around his sweet Scott’s shoulders. “Have you ever done...either?”
Laughter was probably the reaction he deserved. But being questioned as a virgin - that was not what he was expecting. Ian arched an eyebrow as he pulled back enough to chuckle at Blaine, “I’ve done both. Been the meat and the bread in a sandwich too.” Then he leaned down to whisper in Blaine’s ear, “I’ve been chained up and whipped and tormented in all sorts of ways...”
Blaine’s pupils eclipsed the brown of his iris’ at that knowledge. His mind raced with all the possible things down in his dungeon that Ian could so perfectly take. “Have you now? I’ll have to introduce you to my dungeon another day and find a few things you haven’t tried before.”
Ian grinned, pleased with that idea. Another trail of kisses began heading towards Blaine’s chest this time and punctuating his words, “You still havenae answered my question...” At the end of the trail, he scraped his teeth across Blaine’s nipple then apologized with a swirl of his tongue.
Blaine whimpered against those harsh teeth. Ian was just the correct amount of passion and violence with his sweetness. “I want you in me.”
“Well then,” he grinned up at Blaine, “I need some things. And you’ll ha’ to tell me where I can find them.” Honestly, he hadn’t been expecting to get laid so he was kind of... unprepared.
Blaine pushed up to press small swift kissed to Ian’s mouth and cheek before he squirmed to the side. He pulled open the drawer. His items weren’t stuck in with socks and underwear, no the whole dresser drawer was dedicated to condoms, 4 different types of lube, various sizes of plugs and vibrators as well as a strapon.
Ian was a little... startled by the contents of the drawer and he had to push up his glasses like that would some how correct his eyes if he were seeing things. He wasn’t seeing things. Now he was nervous and it was kind of visible even as he grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube (the warming kind just to try that one out). “So if I suck at this you’re really going to know...”
Blaine blinked at that, not sure what to think. Ian was so forward, confident when he was courting Blaine. He’d just assumed that Ian was like hi, a man who mad many lovers. “Ian. Chemistry is always the most important thing. And we have plenty.”
“Says the experienced lad to the one who just lost his virginity over the summer to a kinky boyfriend-girlfriend duo,” he muttered but that wasn’t going to stop him. Ian shifted to kneel a little better in front of Blaine. He needed the access and laying on top of his new boyfriend was not going to give him that. Fuck he was so nervous now but he managed not to show it too much as he liberally slicked a first finger with the lube. A soft breath and he settled his fingertip against Blaine’s entrance, circling a little before carefully slipping inside.
Blaine frowned at that. He body suddenly pricked with annoyance. So Ian wasn’t experienced like he was... he wasn’t expecting the evidence... what did he think of Blaine now? The former warbler squirmed a bit, his eyes closing. He tried to focus on the hand and the pleasure it was coaxing from his body. He couldn’t help being tense.. not now that Ian was judging him.
Ian could easily physically feel the tension and he growled a little. His free hand settled on Blaine’s shoulder, holding him down firmly. He couldn’t read minds but he could guess as to what the problem was. It was either him or it was Blaine. He went with the latter first so he wouldn’t be disappointed right away, “Think of it as me being unnecessarily and irrationally jealous of everyone before me. Mine.”
Blaine licked his lips, trying to make that answer solve it. “Is that...?” He huffed, Dammit! Ian’s hand was in him and he was focusing on this. “It’s jealousy not judgement right?”
Ian nodded, “That and a feeling of inadequacy but that’s all. Now fucking relax or there shall be no fucking.” As if to punctuate his demands he pressed his finger in to the knuckle quite firmly but carefully.
Blaine laughed, relief easing from him. He grunted indignantly at that punctuating push. “Pushy pushy.” He teased as he spread his legs further. “mmm. Long fingers are such a good thing.”
“Haven’t had sex in months. Give me a break,” of course he hadn’t. Ian was the kind of person where he needed some kind of declaration of a relationship before there was sex. He didn’t even really masturbate but that was the Catholic part. And the having a roommate part. Ian withdrew and slicked up a second finger before pressing in once more. He was going a bit fast but one finger wasn’t stretching much... And to be honest, he sort of wanted to torment Blaine so he was seeking out a particular hidden rough patch inside of him.
Blaine groaned, focusing his body on the pleasure. It was rough, but he enjoyed the sharpness that a little pain brought to sex. H squirmed and when those long fingers found his prostate area he jolted up toward Ian. “Fuck! ”
Ian chuckled, grinning against the skin of Blaine’s chest. His fingers slowly thrust in and out, repeatedly seeking out that spot just to make stars shine for Blaine. He nipped at a place on Blaine’s ribs leaving a smaller, lighter mark behind but a mark nonetheless.
Blaine screamed out, squirming against the overwhelming sensation. His hands slammed down against the sheets, pulling at the bedding.
Ian’s grin broadened and he backed off to simply work on stretching Blaine. “My, my, ye’re loud...” If his accent was thick upon awakening, he was verging on being incomprehensible when he was suitably aroused.
Blaine was given a little reprieve, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You go.. right for the kill don’t you?”
“Didn’t I ever tell you?” Ian noted mildly, “I’m a hunter.” Blaine could take that however he wanted. He kissed a little lower even as his free hand busied itself slicking a third finger with the warming lube and slowly, bit by bit, that was worked into Blaine too. It wasn’t fully in until Ian’s lips ghosted over the length of Blaine’s cock.
Blaine hissed at the wonderful stretch. He whimpered, the position didn’t lend itself to his being able to buck onto those fingers, but he certainly did try.
Ian had to stop himself from making a needy sound. Blaine was getting everything but he would get his soon enough... “Say when,” he murmured before licking up the underside of Blaine’s cock to the tip.
“Ian!” He barked out when his cock tingled and shocked pleasure through his system. “Fuck.. Ian your mouth....”
He smiled darkly up at Blaine, “As much as I’d like to suck you till you come, I’d much prefer to fuck you instead.” Still he licked Blaine’s tip like it was the sweetest candy as he kept fingering the other boy.
Blaine squirmed and bucked on that torment. He thrust, wanting to get into the cavern of heat and also to push those fingers deeper. He whimpered pathetically in need. “Fuck... Ian.. please in.. ”
Finally. Fucking finally. In two senses of that phrase. He removed his fingers to remove the foil from the condom he’d selected and rolled it on. This part he knew how to do. He slicked that too and then shifted to brace one hand on the bed as the other helped to guide him to Blaine’s readied entrance. With a careful breath, he slowly but surely and very much fucking finally pressed into his boyfriend.
Blaine watched the prep with hungry eyes. The press of Ian into him was perfect. He could feel the heat of his body as Ian slid inside. “Ian.. ” He wrapped an arm around the other man’s muscled arm. “I’m yours.”
“Finally,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss Blaine but it was different this time. It wasn’t that rough biting thing. It was sweeter, pouring all the adoration he’d felt over the time he’d been crushing into it. He reached down again to pull one of Blaine’s legs up higher on his hips as he started slow, rolling thrusts.
Blaine kissed back with the same sweetness, taking the change in Ian to follow his lead. So this was going to be sweet, he could do that. His passion for Ian was high and if the boy had kept rough he would have adored it. Blaine’s hands touched, pressed and explored all of Ian that they could reach.
It was more of a mix to be perfectly honest. Ian was having a hard time being a good, sweet boy and pretty much worshiping Blaine’s body like he wanted to. Most of the control of his ‘brain’ had gone straight into his cock and that part of him wanted to go hard and fast. His mouth slid from Blaine’s again to kiss whatever bits of skin he could find - forehead, cheeks, neck, whatever.
Blaine’s hips pressed up mostly in time with Ian. He wanted to feel everything, all of the need and love and passion. As he shifted Ian’s cock brushed against the area of magic and Blaine clenched around Ian and screamed.
Ian cursed sharply from both how amazing that felt and just how loud Blaine could be. It was an amazing turn on and Blaine didn’t even know it. He could only think about fucking him in a public place and how many people would hear it and know just what was going on... “Fuck it,” he groaned and gathered up Blaine’s hands to pin them over his head, pressing them hard into the mattress. Ian’s thrusts sped up and got noticeably harder. It was difficult to find the right angle again but he tried.
Blaine groaned low in the back of his throat when his hands were pinned. Ian’s long arms and body was a definite plus. He grunted as each hard thrust reverberated through his pelvic bone. He was going to be so deliciously sore. “Harder! Ian please so....AH!” Ian got that spot again.
Harder? Well alright then. Ian shifted a little to brace his body better and let go of the reins a little more. It felt like his head was swimming and he couldn’t help the loud sounds of pleasure escaping him. He’d moved beyond words now unless it was cursing and there was a bit of that going on too. It really was a good thing they were alone since likely they would’ve been heard through the whole house.
Blaine could only hold on for the ride. He cried out, his voice mixing with Ian. His hand slid down to hastily jerk himself, knowing he wouldn’t be long. Mixed with the screams and grunts and curses was Ian’s name.
Oh fuck. Watching Blaine do that or even just knowing he was - that was too hot. If Blaine wouldn't be too long, Ian was even further along. It only took a few more thrusts and he was coming hard, cursing and moaning Blaine's name as he did.
Blaine gasped out and came only a few moments later. He panted, the white behind his eyes stopping any thoughts. And then all of them came rushing in. His skin! He needed away right now before he trapped the other man. “Off!”
Aaand the honeymoon was over. Ian blinked at the sudden order too surprised to do anything immediately. Then it clicked - Something in Ian shut down and it was like a steel door shut behind his eyes. He held Blaine in place but shifted his body so he wasn’t entirely hovering over him, “Settle down. I think I know what’s happening... I can sort of... Feel it. Just a little.” But there was that closed off expression that he didn’t know where it’d come from. He just knew it was a good thing.
Blaine squirmed, pushing at Ian’s arms. “No! let go let go let go. Don’t touch me right now. Please let go!”
But Ian still held fast. And he would hold until Blaine tired himself out or stopped struggling enough to actually fucking listen. He was humming low in his throat like trying to sooth him with music would actually help.
If Ian didn’t let him go he was going to fall in love. He was going to be just like Puck! It was going to be false and Ian wasn’t really going to love him ever again. Panic pushed off of Blaine in waves even as his body released the hormones for attachment. Blaine sobbed, struggling against Ian until he exhausted himself. It was done, he couldn’t stop it and now Ian was trapped and Blaine was going to have to hurt him and it was all going to go to hell. He should have never agreed, never let himself so close to the other boy.
Finally Blaine was exhausting himself and Ian sat back to watch his idiot boyfriend. But he was crying too and Ian hated that. "I know what was going on. Sort of. Your powers kicked in. Mine shut them down. It's okay."
Blaine’s huge eyes looked up at Ian. He took a deep breath, trying to listen. “They did? They shut them down? You... God... You don’t feel like Proposing or singing or something falsely romantic?”
Ian laughed and shook his head a little, “Love, I always feel like singing for the most part. But proposing? No. As much as I adore you, it’s a wee bit early to be thinking about that kind of attachment isn’t it?” He was still laughing as he leaned down to kiss Blaine lightly, beyond amused.
Blaine huffed at the easy mirth from Ian. Really that’s it, laughing it off? He leaned up and nipped at Ian’s shoulder cap in a distinctly not sexy manner. “I’d hate to think what we have is false.... in any way.”
“Ow!” Ian exclaimed then automatically swatted Blaine’s thigh in a rather rough manner, “Bad Blaine. Look... I don’t really know what’s gone on in your past with these powers... But you forget. I shut it down. And I’ve already liked you and wanted you bad for a long time so never think it’s fake.”
“I raped two men.” He blurted. He cursed inside his head. Why now?! Really brain why now of all times.
“Not on purpose,” Ian defended automatically, assuming that it had to do with Blaine’s powers considering that that was what they were talking about. “And you sure as fuck didn’t rape me... Although if you wanted to pretend some time...”
Blaine sighed. The weight of that pushing off his chest for the moment. “I didn’t know...” He smirked a little at that offer. “So not the best moment to talk about rape roleplay dear.”
“Well now you do. And now you know you can’t do that to me unless you really actually force it. Which, good luck considering I’m double your size with badassery as a power.” Then he laughed and blushed, glancing away, “No, probably not. But you aren’t looking so scared and worried anymore.”
“Badassery? Really? You sound like Finn.” He was smiling at the antic. “I’m not feeling scared anymore. Good job...” He kissed Ian softly.
Ian grunted at that, not sure if he liked being compared to the beady eyed, pointy faced jock. Not that Finn was a bad person because Ian didn’t know him and thus couldn’t really say that. But right now... He just made a soft sound into the kiss as he returned it, brushing the backs of his fingers along Blaine’s cheek, “Good... You’ve no reason to be with me.”
Blaine smiled widely up with adoring eyes. He snuggled to Ian’s long body, his feet tucking behind his knees. “I’ve never felt more... cared for.”
Ian pulled Blaine close, tucking him in close like a teddy bear. This was nice, lovely, perfect. “That is my job as your boyfriend. Didn’t you know that?” He grinned broadly at Blaine.
“Color me happily surprised.” He kissed the arms and chest he was closest to. “I think.. it’s nap time.”
He nuzzled into Blaine’s hair, kissing the top of his head, “Mm. You take a nap. I’m going to go make breakfast. I’m fucking starving now.” And he was so up. Giddily up.
Blaine chuckled at the other man. He looked so.. happy. Blaine curled back into the warm. “Food. Go cook for me boy.”
Ian laughed as he slipped out of bed, only picking up his boxers to slip them back on. At least he was sure they were his underwear... “And what do I get out of it if I do?”
“My undying affection... and maybe a kiss.” He hummed with a lazy smile.
“And if I want more than a kiss?” Ian asked as he headed for the door. He’d do it anyway. Blaine had asked and it wouldn’t be fair to make breakfast for one after that level of amazing sex.
“Depends on your cooking skill.” He smiled, clearly enjoying the view and the playful talk.
“Guess you’ll see then, won’t you?” And with that, Ian disappeared leaving Blaine alone as he went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Where else would he cook after all?