“Please, like I want you to see me like that again,” Logan shook his head with a laugh. “I’m not about to bring us both running to an emergency room.”
“Yeah, your friends seem to still think I’m responsible for that.”
“Don’t mind them,” Logan rolled his eyes, looking irritated, remembering Derek and Julian’s reaction when they heard he and Blaine were in the ER. “They like sticking their noses into my business. How were you supposed to know that I can’t eat crab anyway?”
Chapter 25: Warning Signs
“What the hell are you two doing here?”
“What do you think?” Derek replied pointedly, as he tried to catch his breath. “We thought you died!”
“Isn’t that a bit overdramatic, D?” Logan said coolly.
“You can’t be serious!” Derek cried, exasperated, as he marched over to the blonde lying lazily on the hospital bed. “Look at you!”
“I have had better days—.”
“Would you mind telling us what happened?” Julian asked coldly, as he remained unmoving by the doorway.
“I had an allergy attack,” Logan shrugged. He glared at Derek, who was looking incredulously at him, before he continued. “I had the same thing Blaine was having, and it happened to have crab in it.”
“You mean your boyfriend’s trying to kill you already?” Julian retorted unkindly. “Knew he’d get around to it eventually!”
“Don’t you start with me—!”
“Hold on,” Derek interrupted, seeing the dangerous expressions on both his friends’ faces, “While I do believe that this could actually be an attempt at your life—”
Julian smirked, and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. “Told you.”
“—You mean he didn’t know that you were allergic to crab?”
“I haven’t gotten around to telling him that bit of information yet,” Logan said casually. “Big deal.”
“You’re impossible,” Julian muttered angrily.
“Where’s the hobbit now?” Derek asked curiously, as he moved to stand beside the actor.
“Blaineis in the cafeteria,” the blonde answered, as he scowled at Derek. “We never did get to eat dinner… and I’d appreciate it if the both of you were gone by the time he came back.”
Derek immediately shot an annoyed glance at Julian, but the actor was busy staring quite interestedly at the floor.
“See you back at school, then.” Julian straightened up abruptly, and he strode out of the room without another word.
Logan and Derek stared after him in surprise.
“Well, I guess that’s goodbye, your majesty,” Derek said finally, as he turned to smirk at the blonde. “Don’t expect us to come the next time your boyfriend poisons you.” The Stuart stepped out of the room before Logan could reply, and briskly ran down the hall, hoping that he could catch up to Julian.
When he turned around the corner, however, he only caught a glimpse of the serious expression on the brunette’s face, before the elevator doors closed.
“Go with the muffin.”
Blaine tore his eyes away from the food on the shelves, and was surprised to see Julian Larson smirking lightly at him. “What did you say?” he asked kindly.
“Go with the muffin,” Julian repeated slowly. “Logan can’t eat that brownie, it’s got nuts in it. He’s allergic to that, too. And one allergy attack is enough for tonight, don’t you think?”
“Oh, so you heard about that,” Blaine replied embarrassedly, as he grabbed the muffin he was eyeing a few moments before. “So I get him creamy chocolate, then?”
“Mhhm,” the actor nodded. “But he’s always been more into caramel.”
“So it’s caramel squares,” the Windsor said thoughtfully. “Anything else I should know?”
“He hates flowers,” Julian mumbled. “And he doesn’t like eating pop corn during movies. He hates it when the kernels get stuck in his teeth.”
“Duly noted,” Blaine muttered, more to himself than to the brunette.
“The rest is up to you,” Julian continued firmly. “If you haven’t noticed, Logan’s not the type to just open up to people. Even about the little things, if tonight wasn’t enough of an example.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Blaine chuckled dryly.
“Guess you ought to enjoy the rest of your evening, then.” Julian rolled his eyes at the other boy, then quickly turned on his heel and started walking away.
“Hey Julian?” Blaine called, just loud enough for the actor to hear.
“What is it?” the brunette replied irritably, as he stopped to look at the Windsor.
“Thank you,” Blaine said sincerely.“Just. Thank you.”
“Whatever, Frodo,” Julian shrugged, before he continued walking. “Just try not to get him killed next time.”