Crush Me

⍟ Chapter 5 ⍟

A/N: I'm not dead! And neither is this story!

I just have to get back into the hang of it again and so as a result, it's even slower than ever. But pleeease bare with me? I'll get there, I promise.

And so to catch back up I decided to give a better introduction for Blaine so here you go, a short chapter:

Picture shown is Blaine, same deal as everyone else.
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⍟ Chapter 5 ⍟

I dragged myself to the parking lot afterschool and tiredly plopped into the buggy. Jamming the keys into the ignition I glanced around, searching the crowd for a certain tattooed boy. Blaine had texted me asking if he could come over during lunch but never explained why. Typical of him. Just as I clicked the radio on deciding this would take a while the lanky boy came jogging to the side of the yellow car, "Yoooooo!"

"Hurry up! I wanna get home as soon as possible," I whined.

He stuck out his big bottom lip in a pout, "Aw, still upset about The Douche?"

"He's not a douche, Blaine."

"Ok, whatever," he rolled his eyes with a smirk and climbed in.

Blaine insisted Charles was a douche, he has since the day he met him for all kinds of obsurd reasons. "His shoes are always spotless, it's weird," or, "he doesn't wear belts yet his pants always stay up," and the most recent, "his bag is huge!" And when he found out I had a crush on him? He absolutely flipped and listed off a millions of reasons not to in less than 10 seconds, Paisley had to slap him to get him to stop. Even Elliot thinks Blaine is ridiculous when it comes to Charles, but we've gotten used to it.

"Boy, you're definitely more spacy than usual," he laughed waving his hand in front of face. I swatted it away wildly, making him laugh even more, "oh! This is my song!" he announced then started dancing in his seat to the beat and we drove off.

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Once home, we both walked in and dropped our bags by the door.

"So why did you decide to come to my house?"

"Not in the mood to listen to loud unnecessary shouting," referring to his parents he shrugged, grabbing a granola bar from inside the pantry and unwrapping it.

"But my place?"

"Do you have a problem with that, Eli?" he asked in between chews.

I glared at him, "No, but I do have a problem with you always eating my food!"

He laughed and dropped himself on the couch, "You'll just have to deal then," he smirked.

"Always smirking," I mumbled but he didn't seem to hear.

I sat beside him and turned the TV on and we sat in a comfortable silence watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians, his and my guilty pleasure. After a while, I figured I'd ask him the question that I've been itching to ask for a while now.

"Seriously though, why don't you like Charles?"

He looked over at me and seemed to be thinking of a way to word his answer properly, "He seems . . ." he thought some more, "suspicious, you know?"

I looked at him crazily at first but then contemplated it.

"Too perfect," he added.

"So you see it too!" I shouted jumping up with joy and he watched me like I grew a second head, "he never does anything wrong and he's careful and he's so gorgeous," I went on ignoring his look.

"Besides the last part, exactly. But Love, don't get fooled by it," he warned, "coming from a boy myself, believe me when I say that a careful boy is a suspicious one. He's hiding something for sure." I stopped jumping, intrigued, and urged him to go on, "Uh .. Like you know when you're copying someone's test you watch the teacher more than you normally would so that you don't get caught. But if you're teacher is observant and actually watches the class during a test they would think it was the most obvious tactic ever." I nodded my head in agreement and he stared at me waiting for me to say something.

After a minute or so, I plopped on the couch next to him giddy again, "What do you think it is?"

"Don't know, don't care!"

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That night, I lied on my bed really thinking about what Blaine had said, now I know, you would think that this would've steered my attention away from Charles. It didn't. Of course.

In fact, it may've peaked my interest even more, not only was he gorgeous with an adorable personality, but he's mysterious too? What girl's not attracted to a mystery?

I'll tell you: A smart one.