the earth turns
title: the earth turns
summary: they have to stop meeting like this
rating: pg13
pairing: blogan, past klaine
genre: gen, mild romance
warnings: none
notes: inspired by cp coulter's daltonverse.
The memorial garden shifted almost eerily under the faint moonlight, the earth was still warm from the day's sun, and a gentle breeze teased the trees. Overall it was a perfect night, and Blaine had taken his shoes off in order to dig bare toes into the cool earth beneath the trellis. The scent of night jasmine filled the air, which was one of the reasons Blaine loved retreating here at night. It was almost certainly a coincidence that he seemed to get his heart broken the most after the sun had gone to bed.
After maybe an hour of numbing his ass on this cold stone bench and guaranteeing his feet a washing, Blaine could head back to Windsor and pretend Kurt hadn't broken his heart. I want to go back to McKinley. Why on earth would Kurt want to do that? Money, music ... everything Blaine. I have too. Well they could do the long distance thing, couldn't they? Two hours might not seem like a lot Blaine, but it'll add up ... I'd rather end things when we still like each other. Was Kurt breaking up with Blaine? I think I am. We can stay friends though, can't we?
They had both been crying by the end of that conversation, but Blaine had managed to last two weeks before coming to the garden. Kurt was gone, back at McKinley and despite his promises of friendship he hadn't texted or called Blaine once. And while a part of Blaine knew Kurt was having a hard time too and would need Blaine's support now that he was back with Karofsky, Blaine couldn't bring himself to be the mature one and break the silence first. Truth be told, he was pissed and hurt and just really, really over Kurt at the moment. Why was Blaine never good enough?
"We've got to stop meeting like this," an amused voice said from his left. Blaine didn't even look up from the dirt, instead shifting automatically to make room on the bench. A second later he realized what he had done and felt like an idiot, because it was Logan and Blaine didn't make room for Logan anymore. Before he could shift back though Logan had taken a seat.
The next few minutes were filled with a rare yet tense silence between the two, during which Logan slowly untied his shoes and socks and mimicked Blaine, sticking his toes into the dirt. Blaine studied Logan's feet during the quiet, eyes tracing the angles and soft dips. Logan's ankles were somewhat bony, oddly delicate in comparison to his muscles. His toes were long and his skin was pale and Blaine was suddenly reminded of a time when Logan didn't have a problem with taking his clothes off around Blaine. The rest of him was kind of like this, but kind of not, and Blaine wished it was either so long ago he couldn't remember at all or more recent so he could remember everything.
"Are you going to follow Kurt to his school and seduce him?" Blaine asked apropos to nothing but a need to distance himself from his unsettling thoughts.
"I'll give it some time. Rebound relationships are a pain." Logan murmured, flexing his feet. Blaine laughed before he could stop himself. He really shouldn't find that funny, not when Kurt was gone, and he hated Logan, and there was a guy out there who couldn't come back to Dalton because rebound relationships were a pain. The thing was though, Blaine did find it funny. Once upon a time, Blaine had found a lot of the things Logan said funny -- rose glasses and all that.
They fell into another silence, and this one was without any real tension. Blaine began to draw circles in the dirt with his toe, ever-widening. Eventually his foot bumped against Logan's but Logan didn't move, simply allowed Blaine to draw around him. Blaine kept on going until his foot was hooked behind Logan's and going any further would topple him off the bench. Then he began to stamp out the circles, slamming them into nothing, feet kicking up dirt and breath picking up a little from a sudden surge of anger. Logan, instead of commenting, simply helped, feet erasing the dirt-ripples nearest to him. After they were done the ground around the trellis was a mess.
"I hope that was therapeutic." Logan said, knocking his knee against Blaine's. The touch was surprising in itself, because barring their tangled feet earlier Logan hadn't iniated non-painful contact with Blaine in a very long time.
"It helped ... a little." Blaine sighed, slowly flattening the earth back to some semblance of normal. Enough time had passed that the dirt was cold now, all the heat faded like a distant memory. "We have dirty feet now though." Something inside Blaine stuttered at the use of we for him and Logan, but he ignored it, half-heartedly brushing dirt from his soles.
"We can wash them off at Stuart," Logan said amiably as he rose to his feet, shoes in hand. For the first time Blaine looked up at him, and saw that nothing had really changed. Logan was still beautiful, and his eyes were shadowed so Blaine couldn't see any sign of how drugged he was -- though a conversation this friendly meant some level of medication.
"Windsor's closer." Blaine replied, not pointing out the other obvious point that Logan wasn't supposed to invite Blaine anywhere anymore.
"I know," Logan smirked, though the edges were soft enough that it could have passed for a smile if it wasn't him, his face. Blaine didn't reply, instead rising to his feet while holding his shoes, carefully meeting Logan's gaze. They stared at each other for several long moments, their breath stirring the air between them before being carried away by the breeze. If Blaine wanted to, he could reach out and touch Logan right now. He didn't know if he wanted to or not, which was strange in itself.
Slowly Logan's arm came up, and his hand hovered a few short inches from Blaine's face before he dropped his arm with a thump. His fingers might have grazed Blaine's cheek, but Blaine couldn't be sure. He wasn't certain about anything around Logan anymore, it seemed.
"Come on," Logan said abruptly, moving past Blaine, shoulders brushing, heading toward the garden path. Blaine hesitated for a moment, sharply inhaling the fresh scent of turned dirt and night blooming flowers before he hurried after Logan. They ended up walking together, the route as familiar to Blaine as it was to Logan, elbows occasionally bumping as they walked too close, bare feet embracing the earth.
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