As soon as she’d had Amira fully nude and laying on her stomach on the bed - their bed? - and had started to press her lips to her calves, the sickness settled in. The sickness that had been there since after her punishment and only seemed to worsen when she looked at Amira, or any of her students and saw the hardness in their eyes. That disgust, fear, wariness only seemed to swirl in her chest and spread the poison of self-loathing through her veins. It was infecting her day to day life and it was to the point where she couldn’t fight it anymore.
All-consuming as it felt, Lex was sure that she’d be able to have a night with Amira and a relaxing night to show her just how much she cared for her. But that had changed as soon as her gaze drifted over the still healing cracks in her skin from the whip. So, she’d urged Amira to roll over and then had to forcibly swallow bile when she looked down at her lips, the circular burns on her cheek. It was a whisper when she admitted that she couldn’t, couldn’t stomach it tonight, and she was sorry, god she was so sorry.
And now Amira was sitting in the bathroom doing god knows what. Lex flinched at the thought of her crying, and hoped that she’d be able to look her in the eye. She’d given her fifteen minutes before sliding down on the wall next to the bathroom door and knocked lightly. “Amira?” Her voice still sounded broken, cracking as a punctuation to the question. “I’m here. I won’t - ..I’ll be right here.”
who ➛ Atticus & Blaine
when ➛ After Kurt and Blaine’s wedding.
where ➛ Kurt and Blaine’s wedding reception.
what ➛ Blaine is on cloud nine after marrying the love of his life. Atticus just watched the love of his life marry his brother.
Husband.
The word kept running around his head as he watched Kurt laughing and smiling with their friends and family - talking about the little details of the wedding with such passion that Blaine felt like his heart was about to burst. In fact, he felt so full of everything that he was about to burst. His cheeks ached from smiling to much, his throat felt hoarse from all the speeches and having to hold back his happy tears and emotions for the past few, god knows how many, hours. He was just so happy. Elated even. Although, right now, he had to admit that he was entirely thankful that he had a few moments to himself to just collect his thoughts. He’d had non-stop conversations with everyone, it seemed, over the past few hours and he was ready to just be able to step back and take stock of everything.
Honestly, he couldn’t believe that he was married. After everything over the past few months, Blaine had been almost positive that this wouldn’t happen. But he’d always hoped it would. Kurt was, and would always be, his first and only love; the absolute love of his life. And even though the last few months had been rough, to say the least, he was eternally grateful that his had actually happened and that he could start the first day of the rest of his life with the absolute love of his life.
As his eyes scanned across the room, he noted that there was one person that was missing from the usual crowd around his husband. Atticus was definitely an important part of both of their lives, and Blaine couldn’t remember seeing him since the actual ceremony. With a few quiet interruptions, and maybe a glass or two of champagne that was still floating around, Blaine continued around the room to see if he could find the other Hummel. After all, he’d danced with everyone else in the family, and he’d always enjoyed Atticus’ company. While the two of them hadn’t been too close in the beginning, Blaine really did owe him, especially over the last few months. And he had to admit that he had a serious soft spot for his husband’s twin because of it.
He could feel the champagne hitting him eventually, the flush rising up his collar and his palms started to get a little sweaty. And so, he abandoned his search for now and made his way towards the exit just for a little fresh air. With a soft kiss to Kurt’s cheek and a quiet mention that he’d be right back, Blaine was outside the hustle and bustle of the reception and he let himself lean back against the wall with a soft laugh. He still really couldn’t believe his luck at all. After a few moments he glanced around, before frowning as he noticed the one person he’d been looking for previously. “What are you doing out here?” He asked a little too abruptly - thanks to the champagne and the never ending family members and guests keeping him from actually eating any of the food.
