this foolish thing of mine

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No One is Alone || Anderwranda

Almost as if on cue, the sudden barking of a nearby rescue dog has Leah whipping her head around and tugging at Blaine’s hand to follow her into what was left of the faculty housing. The golden retriever was insistent - pawing at the rubble and barking at anyone who would listen.

Leah gets to the pile first, only a couple of seconds before firefighters and police, and without thinking she starts picking up large pieces of debris, the first time she’s actually been able to help. “Somebody’s over here!” she yells out desperately, her mind racing with possibilities of who it could be. Even if she didn’t know every single faculty member, she still cared about her peers. The people she lived in such proximity to. The ones she passed by in the halls each day.

Helping the responders remove roofing and broken glass, Leah manages to cut her hands in a few locations but doesn’t care because she sees it- someone enclosed where the dog had been indicating. Leah’s heart drops when she makes out who it is -

“ERICA?!” She climbs on top of the rubble (probably not helping with the added weight) and starts carelessly tossing more and more aside. “She’s been here for hours! Someone please help her!! Blaine! Blaine- help me get her! I can- I can probably pull her out if we lift all this up- Oh god, Erica, please be okay.” She shouts down at her, “We’re coming to get you Erica!! You’re going to be okay!” She then says to Blaine, a little more than distressed, “She-she must’ve come to get Jaime, but Jaime’s already been taken to a hospital. That’s why I couldn’t find her with the students! What was she thinking??”

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One moment he’s with Leah, sitting on the ground, feeling like the only two people int he world. The next moment he’s pulled onto his feet, and running, scrambling to keep pace with Leah, who is frantic. The change of pace gives Blaine mental whiplash.

He hears Leah scream Erica’s name, and panic seeps into his bloodstream. Blaine gets to her side, sees her bleeding, and tries to guide her a few steps back. “Lovebird, Lovebird - hey!” It’s difficult to get her attention, even with his hands wrapping around her middle. “We have to let them do their work,” he says, indicating the firefighters. “They know what they’re doing. We- We don’t wanna mess it up.”

“We can clear a path for the EMTs,” Blaine suggests, holding onto her tightly until she agrees and trying to sound collected and calm. “They might need to roll in a stretcher. Okay? We can help. We can help her this way.”

[thewrathofawright]

Um. Hi. I don’t… really know any of you. Apparently I hit my head really hard at… the school. And I have, um… amnesia of some sort. But they told me my name is Erica Wright and I’m a Domme.

The doctors told me that I should try and talk to people, and I don’t really have anything else to do with myself while I lay here. So I guess I’ll try it. They think that if I start talking to people it’ll help with my memory.

So. Yeah. Hi. It’s, um. Nice to meet you all.

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Hey, hon. You remember me, yeah? Blaine? Leah and I brought flowers the other day. You were sorta half-asleep, though.

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i'm glad you were suspended. you didn't pull a phillip and run into the circus right?

Well - a little bit. I did run here, once my car couldn’t get any closer. But didn’t so much go into the circus. Found Leah. And helped Erica.

You doing okay? Leah and I are gonna do another hospital run today, I imagine, so I’ll be seeing you soon. Would your docs let you eat chocolate if I brought some?

[missladyberry]

i’m sorry that you were suspended, but knowing you weren’t in the school when this happened made it a little easier. leah and erica, are they okay?

everything hurts but at least i didn’t break my talent. i have this oxygen mask on but i can take it off to drink and stuff. i haven’t had much of an appetite if i’m being honest.. but i haven’t been awake too long so i’d certainly try.

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Leah’s fine. Erica is - well. A bit worse for wear. Or a lot worse for wear. The doctors say she ought to be just fine, but it’ll be a long road.

That’s a relief. I couldn’t lose you or your talent. ...Aw, hey. Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to try to eat chocolate. Save it for another day if you want. It’ll wait for you.

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i'm glad you were suspended. you didn't pull a phillip and run into the circus right?

Well - a little bit. I did run here, once my car couldn’t get any closer. But didn’t so much go into the circus. Found Leah. And helped Erica.

You doing okay? Leah and I are gonna do another hospital run today, I imagine, so I’ll be seeing you soon. Would your docs let you eat chocolate if I brought some?

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A Morning Run; Blaine

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msleahlanda:

Leah feels her body shiver softly, but not from the cold. Just from the way Blaine is with her in that moment. Her nickname gives her a place to find herself, a place to hold up her unsteady feet. The second nickname wraps her up warm and she feels herself falling into him - slipping out of her panic and letting him carry the weight off her shoulders. He wasn’t going anywhere. She had her balance and stability again.

Letting Blaine guide her down to the floor, Leah grabs his forearms softly and continues to calm down. Take a few breaths like he requests. “You came back for me..” she finally presses, seeking something - anything else - from him.

“Yeah, I--” Blaine pauses, trying to figure out what to say. “I guess I finally figured out that I can’t lose you, either. That I don’t-- care about any of the other stuff. I just want you. And when I thought you could be--” He shakes his head. “When I thought I might’ve lost the chance to ever have a future with you, I realized that’s all I wanted, no matter what comes with it.”

Blaine shrugs, trying to play it off like that wasn’t the biggest epiphany of his life. He almost feels shy, for god’s sake, laying his soul right out on the bricks and shards for Leah to see.

Breaking away for a moment, he pulls his backpack from his shoulders and reaches in for the water and the Gatorade. “You should drink. And I, ha,” Blaine chuckles, flashing her a glance of the cigarettes. “I brought these, too. Forgot about the, uh... the kiddo.” He clears his throat.

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A Morning Run; Blaine

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msleahlanda:

Leah collides with Blaine and wraps herself so tightly around him, a small sob puffing out of her chest. Her hands reach all over him, just to make sure she isn’t dreaming - that she wasn’t still in her bedroom with debris all around her and hallucinating. He feels real. Leah lets out another relieved cry, pressing her face into her Dominant’s neck.

“I was so scared I wouldn’t see you again,” she whispers. “I was so scared. Blaine. Oh Blaine..” She keeps repeating his name like a prayer, still in awe that he’s there. Another one of his knight in shining armor moments. She starts shaking her head, pulling back and pressing her forehead to his and spouting all sorts of things. “Blaine I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I love you, Blaine. I love you. I’ll do anything to have you back- anything, Sir. Anything. Please Blaine, I can’t lose you. I just can’t. You’re my world.”

Blaine only falls back a step or two when Leah barrels into him, but he keeps himself upright and wraps his arms gently around her back. She clings to him and grabs at him, and Blaine holds her steady through it all, letting her take her time. Then the words come, spilling out like they always do when she’s overwhelmed. Unlike the last few times he’s had a blender of Leah’s speech opened up on his face, however, he only gets hit with affirmation and certainty. Blaine’s heart soars.

And she keeps going, to the point Blaine’s worried she’ll run out of breath. Blaine shakes his head, their foreheads scooting along each other, soot smearing onto his skin. “Shh,” he whispers. “Shhh. Lovebird. Take a breath, baby. C’mere.” He bends down and sits on his knees, cupping her hips to beckon her down to him. “I love you, too,” he promises. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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A Morning Run; Blaine

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msleahlanda:

It’s been hours. The grounds of St. Brendan’s still crackle as the last of the flames are contained. She’s heard about a few of her friends: Jaime, Genevieve and Finley have all been taken to a hospital. She doesn’t know their conditions, but she’s happy they’re at least getting help. Something deep inside of her tells her that Carter probably was fine - he’s been through a lot; survived a lot. Leah finds momentary peace in that. The only one she still hasn’t heard from was Erica. And Leah’s lost as to who else she can contact to ask about her. She really only knew Erica through Blaine and Jaime, and neither of them were here.

Leah doesn’t believe in a god, but she puts something out there for Erica to be found safe. Losing Ben all those years ago was hard enough; she’s not sure she can handle another blow to her web. Not in her current state of emotions. And now she’s got a baby to think about. With as much distress she’s placed on it today, she’s not even sure if she should be worrying still.

“Do you know Erica? Miss Wright? Have you seen her?” Leah asks a few students, all of whom shake their heads. The submissive sighs, losing some hope. Where could she be?  Leah bites her lip, trying to remember if she’d seen Erica’s dogs. In the hysteria of screaming people, it was hard to remember that there were innocent creatures who suffered from this event as well. Maybe they’d helped her get away?

Leah turns around from the ashes, giving a sweep of the campus again. Most of everyone has been displaced to a much warmer location or sent to a hospital. She shivers. That’s probably where she should be. Not out here catching a flu. She just. Needs to know.

 “Leah!”

Leah pauses, sure that she’s misheard something. That almost sounded like Blaine, her mind provides.

Even if it’s stupid to get her hopes up, Leah turns and can see a familiar shaved head in the distance. Way all the way by the faculty wing.

Blaine.

He’s looking for her.

She drops her blanket there on the frosty ground along with the heat pack and starts running. She isn’t an athlete by any means, but she swerves pretty okay around people and rubble, her vision blurring from happy tears. He was safe. He came back. God he was still so far away. She tries running faster, no matter how much it hurts to breathe in the chilly, still-ashy air in such large amounts.

“BLAINE!”

There’s a lot of noise. Chaos is a noisy thing. Blaine’s head is aching a bit, dull behind his eyes. From stress, the poor air, or the one-too-many-beers he drank before bed, Blaine isn’t sure, but the constant sound of rescue work around him makes it worse. Stones grinding together, rubble being moved, people coughing.

A distant shriek reaches him through the din. It’s Leah calling his name. Sure enough, when he turns his head, there she is running to him. Blaine doesn’t know what to do. It feels like his stomach is going to fall out from the relief that overcomes him; it’s so overpowering he almost can’t move. She’s safe and whole.

“Leah,” he murmurs, knowing she can’t hear. “Leah.”

He stumbles toward her, and they begin closing the final distance in a handful of seconds. Blaine opens his arms to her and digs his shoes into the dirt, bracing himself. He has so many questions, and so many things to say. First, though, he just wants to touch her - confirm that she’s here.

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A Morning Run; Blaine

Like he’d anticipated, the main road to campus is closed off, blocked by a congestion of emergency vehicles and officers rolling out yellow tape and barricades. Before he reaches the traffic, Blaine pulls his car across the shoulder, over into the grass, and parks. He grabs a backpack from the passenger seat, left there from his last lacrosse practice, with a half-full bottle of water and an unopened Gatorade sitting inside along with a disgusting shirt he still hadn’t washed.

Tossing the shirt, Blaine pops open the glove box, scrambling for anything else he thinks he could use. There’s a flashlight with questionable battery power, but he doesn’t have time to check. He throws it in. A sealed pack of Marlboro Reds he’d taken from Leah. Cursing, Blaine throws those in, too, forgetting that she’s pregnant and only thinking that she’d appreciate the stress relief when he finds her - if he finds her. 

It’s not much of an emergency response kit, but it’s all he’s got. Blaine slams the door, shoulders his bag, and hits the ground at a jog he knows he can maintain, heading away from the road in hopes that he can avoid most of the activity nearby. He knows when he’s hit the school’s property line when the grass becomes manicured instead of wild. There’s no fence out here to slow him, though. Maybe after this, they’ll build something to block the perimeter, if there’s anything left to protect.

The sports fields are deserted. Blaine races past them. As he rounds the stables, he hears the horses chuffing nervously in their stalls. Finally, minutes after he began, the buildings of St. Brendan’s main campus come into view. The academic buildings look rather untouched, but the residential buildings are coughing out smoke.

He can’t avoid the chaos forever. A group of police officers sees him coming, and he wonders absently why they aren’t doing anything.

“I’m going through,” he tells them evenly when he approaches. One of them holds him back, a hand on Blaine’s chest.

“No you’re not, son. We’ve got things under control.”

Blaine knows it’s their job to keep him at bay, but he’s got a job to do, too. “My submissive is in there. I am legally obligated to care for her, and you aren’t going to stop me.” He shoves the officer’s hand away, pushing on. Another grabs the straps of his backpack, issuing a warning (”Sir, we need you to calm down.”), and Blaine’s fists clench instinctively, ready for a fight. Could he assault a police officer? He sees one of them reaching for the handcuffs at her belt.

“Arrest me later if you have to,” he grumbles, “but I’ve got work to do.” Blaine yanks himself from the grip on his back, ducks another attempt to subdue him, and breaks into a run. He hears a walkie-talkie crackle as he leaves the trio behind, but they don’t pursue him.

Finally, he begins to stumble over bricks and debris. Blaine cups his hands over his mouth: “Leah!” Now that he’s here, he just looks like another survivor - one in good shape. The first responders pay him no real mind. Blaine circles the faculty wing like a vulture, eyes wide and desperately searching for a sign of her: standing safely outside in her nightclothes, no worse for wear; covering her face as she helps search for others; even an exposed wrist in the rubble, diamond cuff glinting in the morning sun.

He finds nothing. Blood seeps under his fingernails where they cut into his palms, so tense it seems his fists might never uncurl again. Where. Is. She?

“Leah!”

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goodbye (wicked little town) || voicemail>>Blaine

“[Faint screaming and shouting can be heard in the background] Blaine! Oh god, Blaine, [choked up gasping and beginning to ramble] I-I don’t- I don’t know what’s happening- I thought I was just dreaming and I thought maybe the screams were just back-background noise but- [whispers] oh god Blaine I’m so fucking sorry. I think I might die. I think- I- think I’m gonna die tonight. I think we’re being attacked or- some- some sort of bomb went off. The whole building just fucking shook and I’m gonna die and we aren’t even talking to one another.[/whisper ends on a cry as tears start to form in her eyes] Blaine I love you so fucking much- I- I just need you to know that- I never ever ever meant to hurt you like I did and I would do anything to make this right- I need you and I’m so scared, Blaine. God I hope you’re okay- I don’t- I don’t know if it’s just us or just me- I don’t know if I’m being punished for everything- I just- I just I hope you’re- [swallows] safe and in your bed and- and- sleeping because it’s your favorite….You’re the most important person to me; please please be okay. I love you so much- if I die, [her voice begins to shake] I want that to be the last thing you remember about me. Not the bullshit. Just how I feel a-about you. I love you infinitely and I’ve always loved you infinitely and being dead won’t change th-[/end recording]”

It’s 7:30 when he wakes up and rolls over to check the time on the hotel’s alarm clock. It’s 7:30. Jesus. Blaine groans, sending a mental middle finger to his internal clock. Even without Leah coaxing him awake for classes, he’s still conscious, and all he really wants is to sleep the day away. If he’s asleep, he can’t feel the dull ache of betrayal, confusion, anger - a heavy mix of emotions spurred by Nico Kinsley and the thing growing in Leah’s womb.

But finding sleep again proves impossible. It’s 7:48 when Blaine finally resigns himself to the morning and reaches for his phone. It’s been on silent through the night, and he’s missed some things. Holy shit. He’s missed a lot of things. What?

Twitter alerts from the school’s emergency account. He’d forgotten he was even following that. Garbled text messages from a few people he knew on campus. A voicemail from his Lovebird, with a timestamp in the 3:00 hour.

His heart is racing a bit in worried anticipation as he lifts the phone to his ear to listen, and Blaine is already on his feet without realizing it, tugging pants on with his free hand, scrambling for a shirt in the dark. Leah’s voice provides a chilling counterpoint in his silent hotel room. He’s never heard her like this. The words are so horrific they’re almost incomprehensible.

She’s in terrible trouble.

It was already hours ago, his mind supplies. By now she could be–

Blaine yanks his shoes on, grabs his car keys, and barrels out the door. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do. Logic tells him he won’t be able to get his car close to campus if emergency services have already responded. But fuck it, if he can’t. He’ll run the rest of the way.

Nothing matters but her. It’s almost sickening how the clarity rains down, now that he feels he’s lost her forever. It doesn’t matter what she’s done. It doesn’t matter who else is scored on her heart. They belong to each other. Blaine would move mountains to hold her close. He’d never ask her to leave again.

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[Meanwhile, a 12-minute drive away, surrounded by pizza boxes and a few empty beer bottles...]

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mistressnoellewilde:

Your face will certainly be missed around campus, Mister Anderson. Please don’t get too comfortable with your suspension. It’s not entirely something to be proud of.

Me, missed? I find that a little hard to believe.

Don’t worry, though. I’ll be back bright and early next Monday.

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deviiousqueen:

I’m sure you’re having buckets of fun.

Yeah. A whole barf-bucket of fun.

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To: Headmaster Kinsley @stbheadmaster From: Blaine D. Anderson Subject: congrats

Be thankful you already ran me off campus.

You’re lucky I’m banned from school grounds this week.

Did you plan to suspend me before or after you found out you knocked her up?

It’s a shame you and Barrett weren’t together that day with Leah. I would’ve happily taken expulsion to give you both what you deserve.

I hope you’re happy.

Would you do me a favor and find someone to move the last of my stuff from Suite 301 to Room 101 in student housing? I’d do it myself, but, as you know, I’m not allowed near school grounds.

You better treat her like a queen. 

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sovereignseb:

PM: Okay, cool. Strap on a pair, this is going to get messy.

Ahem.

Leah. Landa. is the nastiest. Skank. Bitch. I have ever met. Do NOT. TRUST HER.

She is a.

Fugly. Slut.

Oh god. Easy there, Regina. You might get hit by a bus.

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sovereignseb:

PM: ……. Well, wow. That’s .. Okay, WAIT- Leah and the Headmaster? That’s .. Christ, that is literally so gross I in no way can even.

Gross.

Ugh.

Ugh!

Ugh ugh my face eyes.

… well. Now that I want to burn my eyes out for reading that… do you want to do the ‘I told you so’ thing right now or over drinks tonight or at a shooting range where we dress the target up in her clothes, or..?

PM: Yeah.

Welcome to hell.

Halfway wondering if a fall from this balcony would kill me. It’s just the second floor, though. With sand underneath. Not too promising.

Just tell me now while I don’t give a shit about anything.

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private

[a digital copy of this letter from the Dean of Academics at Dalton Academy arrives in Blaine’s inbox shortly after noon]

Big news day, huh, Anderson?

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sovereignseb:

PM: When did you turn into such a giant asshole? Is it because I stopped? Did you feel that the world was just in desperate need of a replacement or like.. what? Just.. who the fuck even are you right now?

PM: “Who the fuck even are you right now?”

Hm. Well. Let’s think for a second.

This is supposed to be one of the best times of my life, where I’m about to graduate college and go on to a “bright” future with a great job and a wonderful submissive who loves me more than anything. Get me a dog, get married, pop out a few kids, travel. Be the general envy of everyone I see.

Instead I’m punching professors, getting suspended, have no idea where I want to go once I’m done with New Hampshire, and-- my girl is pregnant with another guy’s kid, apparently. Surprise! I’d never have the balls to ask her to terminate, but I can’t raise some rando child with Nico fucking Kinsley’s eyes, and treat that whole circle of people who hate me like my fucking family - so I... I- probably won’t even have a submissive soon.

So who the fuck am I? You’re not gonna get anywhere asking me that. I don’t have a clue anymore.