i was actually thinking of peyton sleeping with sam when everyone knew jude was missing him something fierce
Oh well that too XD
There are a lot of reasons Peyton and Jude shouldn’t be friends.
Blaine’s eyes went wide as he saw the boy get up, and he instantly snapped out of his chair. He’d always had a sort of protective streak, wanting to help even if he knew he wasn’t exactly the strongest person in the world. But around Peyton, Blaine wanted to be strong, because he wanted to help him. He wanted to make everything easier. But he had to remind himself that Peyton wasn’t his boyfriend anymore. And that he had to help him as a friend. That was all he was now. He reached out to help him, but was too late as Peyton finished settling down on the pillows. Sighing, Blaine ran his fingers through his hair, before noticing Peyton reaching for his water. He grabbed it, and handed it to the boy, before saying in reply, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“Yeah I figured.” Peyton said with a tiny smirk before he took a swig of the water, cringing. “It’s warm.” He said, his nose scrunching up as he stared at it in hatred. But he took another sip, “I feel like I haven’t had anything to drink…for…days.” He let out a chuckle, and turned to Blaine, “But I guess if I’ve been asleep for days then that would not really make it possible for me to drink.” He blinked, “Crap. They had better have been pumping the HIV meds too I am not going through that adjustment period again. It does bad things to my brain.” He rubbed his face and turned to Blaine, whose hands were itching to reach out and help in some way, so Peyton reached for one of Blaine’s hand, his own clammy one curling around it, “Thank you for staying. I know mom and Heather need to sleep. So do you.” His smile was small, and calm, and a bit sad, but he was just…glad to be alive.
What even happened? How did I get here? the last thing I remember is….
…oh. Getting a voicemail.
I what? Blaine what happened? I remember being upset. That’s what I remember.
did you mean it?