Wish You'd Met Me First (boyxboy)

Chapter 27: Hurts Like Hell

A/N: I really want to make this scene impactful, which I think I did. It's dramatic for me and I also hope it's the same for you.

As the night wears on, I keep catching glimpses of Brett and Blaine together, their affection evident in every interaction. But Blaine seems increasingly out of place, even when Leo's with him. He's lingering on the outskirts of our group, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. He laughs when everyone else does, but there's a stiffness to him, a sense that he's not entirely comfortable.

Blaine slips away to get a drink, and I notice Lexi and her friends giving him a once-over and they snicker, their judgment clear on their faces. When he returns, I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he glances around as if searching for an escape.

"Hey, you alright?" I ask quietly when I find a moment alone with him.

He forces a smile. 

"Yeah, just... not really my scene, you know?"

I nod, understanding more than I'd care to admit. 

"I get it. Thanks for coming, though. It means a lot to Brett."

"I know," he says softly, his eyes drifting to Brett, who's animatedly chatting with Ryan. 

"I just... don't want to feel like I'm intruding."

"You're not," I assure him, though part of me wonders if he feels as out of place in Brett's world as I sometimes do.

We chat a bit longer before he heads back to Brett's side.

The party continues, the music thumping and everyone's energy high. Tonight, I focus on the celebration, on the camaraderie with my teammates and friends. I try to push aside the unease, even as I can't help but notice Blaine's growing discomfort and the pang in my chest whenever I see Brett look his way.

The house is buzzing, and Brett and Blaine aren't shy about showing they're together—holding hands, sharing quick kisses, leaning into each other as they talk. While no one seems overly surprised, there's a quiet buzz about the mismatch between athletic Brett and the more reserved, bookish Blaine.

At one point, I see Blaine whisper something to Brett. Brett smiles and nods, then takes Blaine's hand and starts leading him upstairs. Leo, watching from the dance floor, catches Blaine's eye and makes a gesture like his sucking dick. Blaine giggles, hiding his face with his free hand.

My heart sinking as I watch them disappear from view. I try to shake it off, but seeing them together stirs something raw inside me.

Already feeling the effects of the alcohol, I reach for another drink, hoping to drown out the ache. I grab a beer, then a shot—the burn helping to numb the edges of my emotions. Before long, I'm drunk, the room swaying slightly as I move through the crowd.

As I'm weaving my way around, I notice Leo stepping off the dance floor, his crop top and makeup catching the light. With a determined stride, he approaches me and tries to start a conversation. Maybe it's the booze or the frustration boiling over, but I shut him down more harshly than I mean to cuz I'm a fucking mess.

"Not now, Leo," I say, turning away before he can respond.

Frustrated and looking for a distraction, I find myself making out with random girls, trying to escape my own thoughts. Their kisses offer a fleeting comfort, a momentary distraction from the mess inside me. One girl, Megan—one of Lexi's friends—takes a particular interest. She's got long blonde hair and a confident smile, clearly intent on keeping my attention. We make out a bit, tongue and all.

"Come on," Megan says, her voice a seductive whisper in my ear. 

"Let's find somewhere more private."