The Age of Worry

Look at you going through all the trouble to find me. Who could really blame you though, because I am pretty great. Damian Smythe here. 16 years young and a sophomore at Dalton Academy. I like to have fun, and sarcasm is my first language. Show me something interesting and I'll show you a good time. If you're easily offended, or boring you know where the exit is.

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[looks right back into Damian’s eyes, his hands holding onto the small balls that his fists were now and nods] We’ll do what we need to do, Damian. But the most important thing is that you are safe, okay? If we must we get another opinion, or a more thorough exam, and if there’s no other way, we just need to make sure that you’re taken care of. And he. Or she. Our baby… I sure hope it looks like you though. [chuckles a bit tearfully]

[damiansmythearchive]

[Leans up, to press their foreheads together.] No. No. No. It has to be a little girl who looks like you. Dark curly long hair. Maybe my eyes and my freckles, but everything else has to be yours. A pretty little girl... [He hummed lowly, his grip relaxing a little bit, his arms wrapping around Blaine's waist again.] What if it's true though... Do... Would you... Want that?

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[hugs him tight when he’s pulled down on his lap, his fingers gently playing with the little hairs at the nape of his neck] You don’t have to be sorry, baby. I know, or imagine how you must feel but we’re in this togteher, right? So let’s freak out together. [pulls his chin up and kissed his lips softly] I’m with you through thick and thin. I love you, Damian, and we’ll get through this, you’ll see… Whatever this is, whatever happens. [kisses his head when he rests it on his shoulder.

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[Lowly sighs against Blaine's lip and softly kisses him back. Pulls back a little and looks up into his eyes.] I don't know what to do, B... [Clings to his shirt, his fingers digging into the fabric so tightly his knuckles turn white.] A baby though... Blaine... It might be... I could be... A baby... Ours... Our baby...

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[frowns a bit, then shrugs] I guess I’m not, no. [bites his lip down, which is just what prevents him from speak all of his doubts and fears about Damian possibly hooking up with Sebastian more than once while they were in Paris, but shakes it off, thinking that it is just not the time; then he huffs at first, but cannot possibly hold back the fueling need to hold him in his arms, especially at that time; so he walks up to him and stands right beside him, his arms around Damian’s neck as he holds him gently against his chest] I’m sorry… 

[damiansmythearchive]

[Sighs loudly when Blaine's arms wrap around his neck, and wraps his arms around the boy's slender waist, pulling Blaine right into his lap. Leans up and lightly drags his nose across his boyfriend's cheek.] I'm sorry for being an asshole. I'm just freaking out and I don't know what to do. I'm barely going to be seventeen in a month. I'm not even done with high school yet. [Presses his forehead against Blaine's shoulder and takes a deep breath forcing down his fear that was threatening to wreck through his entire body.]

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[raises his hands up both shrugging and in surrender] Oh, I don’t know! Maybe, MAYBE, I’m just as freaked out as you are because if my math still does shit to me, I might be the father! But hey, by all means, since you’re so justso focused to ignore me and everything I say, why should I stay, when it’s clear that you only want you brother with you?! [huffs at first, then sighs and crosses his arms] I guess it’s… just one of those exceptions in nature… You’re not a freak, don’t say that. [chuckles dryly] I guess it’s just as unnerving as it is when straight couples find out, huh? Sorry, bad joke.

[damiansmythearchive]

Freaking out as much as I am? Excuse me but did yoy just get told you were pregnant or feel like you want to puke your guts out every five seconds? Might be? Who else would be the father, Blaine. In case you haven't noticed I've spent the last month fucking you. This is ao many different kinds of fucked up. [Sighs and drops his head into his hands.] This is not the time to play the jealous boyfriend part, Anderson. [Laughs weakly and looks up at Blaine moving to hold his arms out.] C'mere, babe.

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

But it’s impossible! Men can’t… They can’t! [flinches when he hears Sebastian’s name again, then grabs everything in one single go and throws it inside his suitcase] Sure go ahead. I’m sure that would make you feel better. [puts his suitcase on the floor, half open, then puts his shoes on and grabs his phone] I’ll call myself a cab. 

[damiansmythearchive]

DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW HOW IMPOSSIBLE IT IS?! I don't fucking need you telling me it's impossible because I'm already feeling like a freak right now. I just had my doctor who has been my doctor for almost seventeen years tell me I'm a fucking seahorse OR SOME GODDAMN MUTANT WITH ROSEMARY'S HELL SPAWN INVADING MY BODY! [Turns to glare at Blaine, noticing him throwing everything in the suitcase.] Are you really pissed off at me? Really? Right now? The apocalypse is probably upon us and you're pissed because I need my big brother? I didn't say you had to leave but... [stumbles his way to a chair and slumps in it.] What am I supposed to do Blaine?

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

It has to be a mistake. You’re getting a second opinion I guess… I’m sure you have a stomach bug, nothing else. [stands up] The sooner we know the better. I’ll… pack my bags too. [walks to where his suitcase is, then heads to the cabinet drawer and gets his things]

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How many tests do you think he did? Blood tests, ran several times... pee tests done over and over again... I don't.... [stops feeling like his legs are going to buckle under him.] I should call 'Bastian... I need him... [doesn't notice Blaine starting to pack, getting queasy like he's going to throw up again.]

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[The more he hears him speaking the higher his frown goes, then his face freezes completely] What? That’s not… possible… [He stumbles back a bit, until he’s sitting on the bed]

[damiansmythearchive]

Don't you think I know that!? Believe me I know how fucking crazy this sounds....

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[Raises his hands up, his fists up in the air in reflex, then lowers them as he walks away; tries to will his heart to speed down, then gulps] And.. what did he say? Is this about those pains you’ve been having?

[damiansmythearchive]

[Gnaws on the inside of his cheek until he can taste blood.] The idiot probably got his medical degree from a cracker jack box. I don't care how long he's been my fucking doctor. Any goddamn moron who fucking says I'm... fuck... I need to talk to Sebastian... I can't do this... I'm not fucking pregnant...

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[frowns even harder] I thought you said we had a whole lot of time before we had to go back. Damian… [walks up to him and grabs his wrists, stopping him from keep on packing] What is going? Who was that on the phone?

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[Snatches his wrist back from Blaine's touch and looks at him with a glare.] Don't... Don't touch me...

[Turns away and goes to the closet. Stop, and breathes deeply, using the wall to support himself.] It my family's doctor...

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[jumps back just in time to miss the flying pieces of the phone when it’s thrown to the wall, then frowns as he watches Damian storming off: follows right after and walks into the bedroom] What the hell happened? And what are you doing? Where are you going?

[damiansmythearchive]

[Starts shoving things into his suitcase.] I'm going home. Vacation's over. I need to go... I need... I need to find Sebastian... I need to get out of here and go home.

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

Damian?? What’s going on? Who you’re talking to?

[damiansmythearchive]

[Screams into the phone before throwing it at the wall; jumping when he hears Blaine's voice. Ignores him in a huff and angrily storms off toward the bedroom to start packing.]

[damiansmythearchive]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

No. That's impossible. No. This isn't happening. NO! NO! NO! NO! YOU FUCKED UP SOMEHOW! AND THAT IS NOT TRUE! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO SEW YOU AND TAKE YOUR LICENSE FOR MALPRACTICE!

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[He moves closer so their foreheads can rest together, his fingertips stroking his chest gently, even moving down a bit so he could rub his tummy a bit] Hey, no… Don’t say that. You gave me the dreamed vacation, Damian. This is just a hiccup, it happens. [Nuzzles his nose and smiles] Rest now, and we’ll see how you wake up tomorrow, yes?

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[Lightly drag his fingers up Blaine's back, and sighs letting his eyes squeeze close and trying to will his stomach to stop being such an asshole.] We're finally in New York and I was going to show you so much. If I'm sick for Fourth of July, I'm going to be so fucking pissed off. Especially since we'll have the Hamptons house all to ourselves. [Weakly presses his lips against Blaine's and curls around him more.] If I still feel like shit in the morning, I'll call the family doctor.... You get some sleep too, babe.

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[Before he follows Damian to the bed, he grabs another towel and rinses it in the sink, then gets into bed, laying on his side and facing Damian, while he presses the cool cloth against his forehead and neck to cool him down; leans in and places a soft kiss on his shoulder] I’m sorry that you feel bad, baby. It’s a good thing that we still have some vacation to spare, so you should be like now when school starts again…

[damiansmythearchive]

[closing his eyes, Damian groaned when he felt the cool cloth on his forehead. He leaned into the kiss on his shoulder, and wrapped his arm around Blaine, his stomach feeling like it was being stabbed with dull knives.] That's the upside, I guess... Still sucks... I'm fucking up our vacation.

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[not wanting to nag him about it, he nodds and agrees a bit relaunctantly, to leave] Okay, I’ll freshen the bed up for you. [kisses his shoulder on the way out, then walks out of the bathroom and straightens their sheets and flufs their pillows a bit; then when he notices that he hasn’t come out yet, he walks towards the bathroom door and stays there] Come back to bed, baby. Some rest will do well. [takes his hand and squeezes it gently]

[damiansmythearchive]

[Rinses off his face with cool water trying and lets his head fall trying to tell his stomach to calm down. It felt like everything inside of him was trying to escape through his throat. As soon as he hears Blaine's voice again, he looks up and nod; following him to the bedroom. As soon as they're in the room, Damian collapses on top of the mattress.]

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[reaches out and pulls the chain to the toilet, then sits beside him and places a hand on his shoulder, without smothering him too much] Yeah, I remember… Well, it must be a stomcah bug, baby. It happens. Let’s get you back in bed, yes? Maybe I can call the doctor for you?

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[Moves to rest against his boyfriend and whines lowly as he forces himself up to his feet.] I need to brush my teeth... I'm fucking dying or something... If I still feel like shit in the morning I'll go see a doctor... C'mon. Go get in bed... [Goes to the sink and grabs his toothbrush, quickly brushing his teeth feeling exhausted and more tired than he has in all his life. After rinsing his mouth, he leans against the sink too weak to want to move.]

[marysrps-deactivated20151013]

[stops at the door and turn around just as he runs into the bathroom, then follows quickly, grabbing a towel and getting it wet before he kneeles beside him and presses over hid forehead] Jeez, what did you have last night baby?

[damiansmythearchive]

[Hangs off the side of the toilet, as soon as the dry heaving passes and closes his eyes when he feels the cool damp towel against his forehead, curling up into himself.] The... I had the same thing you did... I haven't even been drinking... Fuck... Blaine...