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Fill: Beautifully Wrong 3c/? – ftm!Blaine/Kurt, Andersons – dysphoria, transphobia, homophobia

[ilovescarves89]

Inevitably Blaine's thoughts circled back around - as they always did these days - to Kurt and the conversation that must come. He felt his stomach do a sudden unpleasant swoop, and he looked at his watch, willing the clock to go faster as the urge to talk to Trent got impossibly stronger. Trent who had known Blaine's story since five minutes after they met and who had accepted Blaine unconditionally despite seeing sides of Blaine that the other boys - not being his roommate - never did. Blaine sometimes wished that he and Trent could have just fallen for each other. Things - well, some things - would have been so much simpler then.

'I have to go. Lacrosse practice,' Sebastian announced then, jolting Blaine from his thoughts. 'But... could we meet again? I could really use some more insight from you, Blaine. You know, Warbler to Warbler.'

'Sure,' Blaine replied before he could really process what Sebastian was asking, his brain still so deep in thought about everything else. It was a moment before it reoccurred to him that the whole time Sebastian had never stopped looking at him with hungry eyes, and there were several reasons why that made Blaine uncomfortable, but before Blaine could even consider voicing his concerns, Sebastian had left the room. Blaine didn't figure he had any real reason to worry though. Sebastian seemed harmless enough, and who was Blaine to turn down helping a fellow Warbler? After all, as Sebastian said, once a Warbler, always a Warbler, right?

*

Fifteen minutes before he was supposed to meet Trent, Blaine sighed and got up from his position at the table, figuring if he walked really slowly he wouldn't be early. On his way to the dorms Blaine met a couple of familiar faces - and a couple of unfamiliar ones that seemed to know him - some merely offering brief hellos, while others stopped to chat.

Blaine smiled to himself as he proceeded down the hall to the dormitories, the walk to his old dorm room both familiar and new, having walked this way so many times before but never as a visitor. He came to a halt in front of the door, before looking quickly at his watch. Seven minutes early. That would have to do. He knocked.

The door was opened quickly by Trent sans blazer and sporting a loose tie, clearly taking advantage of his free and private time before dinner to unwind a little. Blaine had seen this countless times before, and it gave him a series of sudden flashbacks to the many private moments the two of them had shared as roommates. Trent's face lit up in a smile as he saw Blaine, and he stood aside to let him in before closing the door behind him.

Blaine absently noted that Trent's side of the room looked exactly like it had two months ago (perfectly neat and tidy), while a stranger's belongings took up the side of the room that had been Blaine's. The idea made him feel strangely sad, but there was no time to ponder this for long, because then Trent was hugging Blaine like he hadn't seen him in years. Blaine had learned a long time ago, that Trent could be an extremely affectionate person once you got to know him.

'God, I missed you,' Trent mumbled against Blaine's neck before finally letting go of him. 'My new roommate's horrible. He leaves dirty socks everywhere, he has no appreciation for music, and he snores, Blaine.' Trent was ranting now, and Blaine could feel his own mouth curling into an amused smile, despite how much he tried to look concerned. 'I feel like I haven't slept properly in a month. Do you know what it's like living with someone like that? I need my sleep. He never even goes home on weekends either. I suspect his parents are kind of relieved to--'

'Trent?'

'Yes?'

'Breathe.'

Fill: Beautifully Wrong 3d/? – ftm!Blaine/Kurt, Andersons – dysphoria, transphobia, homophobia

[ilovescarves89]

Trent let out a long breath of air. 'Yes. Good. Thank you.' Trent sank onto his bed, leaning against the wall at the the head of the bed, and Blaine joined him, sitting sideways and letting his shoe-clad feet dangle over the edge. 'See, this is why I need you.'

'To remind you to breathe?' Blaine dead-panned, turning his head to regard Trent, one brow raised.

'Hilarious,' Trent replied sarcastically, throwing a pillow at Blaine, who threw up his arms in defense, before he continued in a softer tone. 'How are you though? What's it like being back home?'

'It's...' Blaine hesitated, buying time by making a show of picking up the pillow and hugging it against his chest. 'Surprisingly lonely.'

'How so?'

Blaine sighed. 'My parents. God love 'em, they've done so much for me, but they're never really there. In any sense of the word. I guess I just expected...' He trailed off. 'Anyway, I've been used to having friends around me all the time. I guess I've just gotta get used to being by myself again.'

'You've got friends at McKinley, though, right? In New Directions.'

'Yeah, sure.' Blaine thought of Finn and Santana chastising him for being an attention seeker, and he thought of the way he still felt like he was on the fringes of everything that went on in the club. 'It's difficult... they've all known each other for so long. I'm still trying to figure out where I fit in.'

'Kurt's gotta make the whole thing easier though? Being closer to him and seeing him every day. I mean, he's basically the reason you left, right? I still remember what you were like to live with those last few months after Kurt had transferred back. Not that I didn't sympathize, but you were kind of whiny, no offense.'

Blaine threw the pillow back at Trent with a grin, but immediately wished he hadn't because he missed having something to clutch. He bit his lip.

'Yeah...Kurt. That's kind of why I'm here actually. It's-- He doesn't know. I've never told him. About the whole -' Blaine automatically lowered his voice despite being behind a closed door with presumably no curious eavesdroppers trying to listen in. '- trans thing.'

'He-- what? How is that even possible?' Trent's eyes went wide with shock. 'How can he not know?'

'I've been careful,' Blaine shrugged.

'Okay, wow...' Trent said quietly. 'I just sort of always assumed you'd told him at some point.'

Blaine slumped, face planting onto the bed and mumbling into the mattress, 'I know, I should have. I'm a horrible person.'

Blaine felt the mattress dip near him and a hand touched his shoulder. He sat back up but didn't meet Trent's eye.

'Okay, one: You're not,' Trent told him firmly, leaving no room for doubt. 'You're just... scared, I assume? And two: That word is reserved for my roommate, remember?'

Blaine sighed and sank back into the bed, leaning his head and shoulders against the wall.

'I have to tell him, right?' Blaine said in a hollow voice, staring at the clock on the opposite wall. 'He deserves to know.'

'Well, yes.' Trent sat himself next to Blaine. 'I don't want to get involved with things that are none of my business, but, if he doesn't know, the two of you can't have gone very far. Physically, I mean. Don't you want more? Don't you think he does?'

'I know he does. And I want more, too.' Blaine contemplated this statement for a few moments. 'Or at least I want to want more. Does that make sense?'

'So what's holding you up?' Trent prompted.

'Well, it's like you said. I'm...scared. How's he going to react? Not just to the thing itself but to the fact that I kept it from him?' Trent was quiet. He had no answer. 'What if he hates me? I couldn't bear that.'

'I'm sure, whatever he's going to do or say, he won't hate you,' Trent argued reasonably. 'Kurt doesn't do hate.'

Fill: Beautifully Wrong 3e/? – ftm!Blaine/Kurt, Andersons – dysphoria, transphobia, homophobia

[ilovescarves89]

'Try telling his former best friend that.' Blaine paused. 'Do you remember last year when Kurt and I had that big fight? When I thought I might be bi? He completely tore me a new one and basically denied that bisexuality exists. What's he gonna do when I tell him I'm transgender? It's not even like either of us can hide behind a “maybe” with that one.'

There were a few moments of silence in which Trent seemed to be contemplating something. 'You do realize that it was love at first sight with the two of you, right? Okay, maybe not “love” but something. Kurt knew. You, on the other hand, were a little slower on the uptake. The guys had a bet going about how long it would take you.'

'What, seriously? You bet on us?'

'Well, I didn't,' Trent corrected as though it were a matter of pride. 'Although I may have acted as referee. Jeff won, by the way. He bet it would happen by Regionals.'

Blaine snorted incredulously, not knowing whether to find the matter tasteless or amusing.

'I'm confused though. What does that have to do with the fight?'

'Isn't it obvious? He was jealous, Blaine. And that wasn't just any girl you went out with. Rachel was supposed to be one of his best friends. That has to have stung.'

'Oh,' Blaine said dumbly. 'Well, I feel stupid now.'

'Don't let me stop you.'

'Hey!' Blaine exclaimed as Trent just surveyed him with his 'you know I'm right' face.

'Well, really Blaine. You have to admit you can be pretty dense sometimes.' He prodded Blaine in the side, teasing him. 'You're lucky you're so cute.'

'Yeah, that's me. Lucky...' Blaine let the word hang in the air for a few moments, while he wrestled with a thought. 'It's just, even if he doesn't outright hate me, what are the odds that he's gonna stick around as anything more than a friend? I mean, he's gay.'

'And you're a guy,' Trent said simply, clearly refusing to understand where Blaine was going.

'Yes, I know that. But I don't exactly have a...' Blaine made an awkward half-hearted gesture. 'And there's this,' he added, waving his arm in front of his chest. 'That's not what he signed up for.'

'How long have you been together? Eight months?' Blaine nodded. 'And he hasn't pushed for sex yet?'

Blaine blushed, his mouth falling open slightly. Trent was a good friend, yes, but they didn't usually have conversations like this.

'Come on, answer the question,' Trent insisted a little impatiently. 'You're the one that made this about sex.'

Blaine cleared his throat. 'No. He hasn't pushed.'

'And you guys are happy, right?'

'Yes.' A smile spread across Blaine's face. 'Very.'

'Well, I'd say that's proof enough that he likes you for more than your hypothetical penis.'

*

Since his very first day as a Warbler, Sebastian had heard stories about the great Blaine Anderson, whose lead vocals had led them to Regionals the previous spring. Sebastian had seen videos of their performances at both Sectionals and Regionals and had to color himself impressed by what he saw. It made him quite regret having missed the guy by a matter of weeks. Admittedly Sebastian's own chances at a solo had to be better without Blaine here to compete against him (not that Sebastian would ever admit to Blaine being better than him, but this guy was clearly the darling of the Warblers), but Sebastian also had other, far less professional, reasons for wanting to meet Blaine Anderson. However, when he asked about the boy that Blaine had done a duet with at Regionals, Sebastian was told briefly about Kurt Hummel; Dalton student and Warbler for five months, Blaine's boyfriend and the sole reason Blaine had left Dalton at the start of the school year. Most guys would probably have taken that as a sign that the boys were in love and to not try and get in between them.

Sebastian was not most guys.

Fill: Beautifully Wrong 3f/? – ftm!Blaine/Kurt, Andersons – dysphoria, transphobia, homophobia

[ilovescarves89]

Blaine was already at the Lima Bean when Sebastian got there nearly ten minutes early. He imagined Blaine worrying about being late and appearing rude and showing up fifteen minutes early as a result. Filing the knowledge away for later use, Sebastian grinned as he greeted the shorter boy and led the way to the counter to place their orders. Blaine Anderson, the person, was turning out to be quite different from what Blaine Anderson, the performer, had led Sebastian to expect. Far be it from him to complain, though. This was so much more interesting. There was a certain schoolboy innocence about Blaine, that Sebastian was itching to explore before ultimately stripping it away, layer by layer.

As Sebastian finished his coffee order, he added as an afterthought, completely straight-faced, 'And could I get a shot of Courvoisier with that, please.'

'I-- I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what that is,' the young barista stuttered apologetically, and Sebastian barely suppressed a smirk at her look of confusion, while feeling oddly triumphant at the look of incredulity and amusement that crossed Blaine's face.

'Never mind,' Sebastian sighed dramatically. 'Just get me the coffee then.'

'I can't believe you asked for a shot of Courvoisier in your coffee,' Blaine chuckled as they made their way to a table.

Sebastian grinned, then replied as he sat down, 'I forget how lame this town is. When I lived in Paris I drank it like it was mother's milk.'

'When you lived-- Oh, okay. Wow.' Blaine was apparently at a loss for words, clearly impacted by Sebastian's.

'What?' Sebastian asked, his smile wide and feigning ignorance as though he hadn't planned to drop that bit of information in there.

'You're just so... you know, you're out there.' An uncertain smile was playing on Blaine's lips as though he wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.

'And your whole bashful schoolboy thing?' Sebastian responded without missing a beat, figuring he might as well be upfront and see what kind of reaction he got. 'Super hot.'

Blaine's smile faded immediately. 'Look, Sebastian. I have a boyfriend.'

This Sebastian knew, of course. 'Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you,' he said truthfully. Quite the opposite, in fact.

'No,' Blaine objected. 'I mean, I really care about him.'

'He doesn't need to know,' Sebastian emphasized.

'I'd just never want to mess my thing up with him in any way. He's really great,' Blaine explained and Sebastian was about to counter with That's why you don't tell him when their conversation was interrupted.

'Who's really great?' Sebastian looked up at the owner of the high voice, recognizing Kurt from the videos he had watched.

'You!' Blaine cried, his expression caught somewhere between relief and panic. 'We were just talking about you. Sebastian this is Kurt, my boyfriend, who I was just--'

'Got it,' Sebastian cut him off, saving Blaine from his own fluster. The way Blaine was acting like a kid caught with his fingers in the cookie jar, you would think he had done something other than reject Sebastian's every advance. Which had to mean that either Blaine really was faithful to a fault - or he wasn't as uninterested as he made out and was playing hard to get. Sebastian knew which option he preferred.

Kurt shook Sebastian's hand, giving an icy 'Pleasure' before turning to Blaine. 'And how do we know Sebastian?'

'We met at Dalton.' Sebastian saved a still sputtering Blaine from answering. 'I was dying to meet Blaine,' he went on, deciding that if Kurt was going to be all icy and obnoxious, saying we when he meant you, then Sebastian wasn't going to give a damn about flirting with his boyfriend in front of him. 'Those Warblers just won't shut up about him. I didn't think he could live up the hype. But as it turns out...'

'Yes, he's even more impressive in the flesh,' Kurt agreed as he pulled up a chair and sat next to Blaine, looping one arm around his boyfriend's. Staking his claim.

This was going to be fun.