sirenspull_logs | Meanwhile, at the warehouse....

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Meanwhile, at the warehouse....

Who: Tim and Blaine (Red Robin and The Warbler)
When: Tonight, after Tim's patrol
Where: Teen Titan's Warehouse, Control Room
Summary: Blaine doesn't want to keep any more secrets from Kurt. He asks Tim for advise on how to tell his new fiance that he's a Teen Titan.
Warnings: None yet.

The night was ending. One by one, Blaine guided the Teen Titans safely away from the Darkness. As all of them made it home or to their destinations in one piece, Blaine started to shut down a lot of the night's systems. There were still the ones that ran during the day but to save energy he powered down the ones that they used during the most dangerous times. It made the room quieter as the buzzing of those machines died away.

Red Robin was almost done with his patrol. Blaine moved to make some coffee as he waited for Tim to appear. He had something he wanted to talk to his friend about, and now that they had survived another night of patrolling it was as good a time as any.

It might delay his return to Kurt, but he could be patient. This was important.

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"Sure, but you're not alone right now," Blaine said stubbornly. He wasn't used to mending injuries, but he wasn't about to let someone he cared so much about stitch himself up without even offering to help. He came over and took the needle, focusing on doing it neatly and nicely.

After he got into a groove of mending Tim, taking direction as needed, he let himself reply. "I just don't want to lie to him. I'll let him know how important it is to me and that I'm not in a ton of danger. I mean, I stay behind the computer the whole time. I'm not out there getting cut open like you." He paused a bit as he focused on the wound. "I'm not going to let him stop me, but I'm not going to let this make me lie to him any more either."

"Okay, okay," That was all Tim had to say on the subject. He barely even noticed when Blaine started stitching him up, so used to that that he only had to give him a little direction with it.

"You know, if you wanted to, you could... I don't mean go and get cut up, but you don't need to stay behind the computer all the time, if you wanted to," He sighed, shifting his shoulder a little bit so he could see how it was doing. "So long as it's just you. How do you want to do this? Do you want to bring here? Do you think he'll want to meet the leader? I guess... let's plan on you telling him, but we need to assume how it will fall out, what we need to do with it, and then find out what he needs as soon as possible."

"I could bring him here," Blaine said, glancing up at Tim. "If it's not too risky."

"Don't forget to triple knot when you're finished," Tim said, just to remind him. He didn't need it coming undone, not after Blaine went through the trouble to help him.

"...I think that'd be okay," He gave a nod. "Just don't show him the list of names on the computer. I think you can show off the map of the city, but we need to be careful. I don't think I'll be showing my face to him. It's not because I don't trust him-" That part was said in a hurry. "I just don't want to put anyone in more danger then they have to be in."

Blaine tripled knotted the stitches once he finished it off. He cut the rest of the thread and moved to clean off Tim's wound before putting the kit away.

"I won't expose any one else. Not even the Teen Titan that are our friends," he said. "I promise. This isn't about exposing the team, just about me being honest with my fiance." He enjoyed saying the same, and a small smile turned up on his lips.

"Okay," Tim nodded, watching him. As he saw him put away the kit, he brought his legs up to his chest, resting his head there.

"I know this lifestyle isn't what you're used to, back home. There are rules in place, and it's always like you're acting. It's hard to tell what's real and what's not, sometimes. And there's the constant worry about if you're doing the right thing, or if you're making things worse, or anything like that," Even as he said that, he could feel his stomach go up in knots. He'd been having more down days then up, and he was worried for his team. Worried for his best friend, here. Worried about Kurt, how he might take all of this.

"Just.. let me know if you need me around, and when. I'll make sure this place is empty."

"I think it should be okay." Blaine moved close and rested his hand on Tim's upper arm. He needed to contact for his own reassurance and to show Tim some support. "This is the last thing I'm keeping from him. Once he knows this, he knows everything."

"Hey, maybe he'll want to join after this. We could always use more Titans, he'd probably be the most fashionable Titan out of all of us." Tim laughed softly, putting a hand over Blaine's with a smile.

"...I hope he knows he's lucky," His tone became serious, smile slowly fading as he looked up at his friend. "He's really lucky to have someone like you."

Blaine chuckled a bit at the idea. "It might be worth it to get him into a costume," he said, thinking over the mental image in Kurt dresses as a super hero.

"I think I'm the lucky one."

"I don't know if the costume I'm thinking of is the same costume you're thinking of, so maybe we should both stop thinking of that," Tim couldn't help but look away with a smile.

"Yeah. You're both lucky. Can you imagine what it would be like, if you'd never come here? If both of you had never come here?"

Blaine really didn't want to think about how things were for him back home. He was alone, miserable and guilty. He had ruined the best thing he had ever been given. He was stuck in a place that reminded him of Kurt every second.

Here he had a place, he was being useful, he was getting married. "It doesn't matter. The important things is that we are here, and that we're together. It helps a bit that we have people like you in our lives too."

He cleared his throat. "So, before the wedding? Did you guys pick a date yet?"

Tim looked down at the stitching, giving a nod of approval, too. "You did a good job. You're getting better at stitching... it's a pretty useful skill."

"Kurt wanted a Christmas wedding, but I think we're going to aim for a couple months out. It's going to be a bit of a crunch either way." He smiled a bit at the compliment over his stitching.

Tim laughed. "A Christmas wedding... unless you mean next Christmas..." He smiled, rolling his shoulders. It held, so Blaine was definitely learning. Tim got up from the chair, rolling down his sleeve.

"It won't be too bad. Closer to spring means it'll be nicer, and you can have it outside with the weather? Or it could be something nice for the new year."

"It will be a good way to bring in the new year, something like a new beginning?"

"Yeah, exactly. Put everything that happened this past year in the past, and consider this the true start over. You're already leaving it in the past, just make it official," Tim nodded.

Blaine nodded. "Sounds like the perfect plan."

He nods. "Okay. Wedding is months from now, giving everyone enough time. You're going to have Kurt come here and tell him what's going on, which you'll let me know how it goes, and if you want me here during it or not. Or if he wants to talk to Red Robin. And we'll... take it one step at a time, from there."

Blaine nods as well. "Perfect. For now, do you need anything else for that?" he gestures towards the wound.

"No, it's okay. I'll put a bandage over it, should be healed in a week or so. This isn't the worst thing that's ever happened," Tim grinned. "Do you want to take off? It's late."

"Yeah. I could use some shut eye before I have to be at the club." He stretched a bit. "Call me if you need anything?"

"Will do. I'll be here, I have a few things I need to do," He gave a salute with a smile. "Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."

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