my dreams are on the ground

Blaine Anderson | 31 | NYC

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian thought it was obvious but apparently it’s not and that adds even more insult to injury. Blaine really doesn’t get why…it’s even worse that he’s talking to him about this? About his problems? Specifically his marriage ones? He takes a slow breath and sips his coffee, something to do so he doesn’t have to speak for a moment.

How should he even put this…

“Well just thought, I mean, should be obvious.” He laughs lightly, “I obviously have a crush on you.” He licks his lips, eyes fluttering along Blaine’s form. “I mean, who wouldn’t–you’re successful, gorgeous, kind. Hard working.” He shrugs, “I had eyes for you the moment I met you.”

“So all of this kind of just makes it a bit more difficult,” Sebastian sets his coffee down, turning the cup every so often, “Though, I don’t think I’d want to talk about this with anyone else. Probably just wouldn’t.”

Blaine gaps at Sebastian’s honesty, flushing from the string of compliments. He has to force his mouth closed as he looks down at the table, processing everything. Sebastian’s shameless flirting never went unnoticed but all this time Blaine has chalked it up to part as his charisma. He is a flirtatious guy, probably talks to everyone like that, is what he tried to convince himself—but it seems that isn’t the case.

Hearing his feelings are reciprocated definitely makes it more difficult.

Blaine takes a long sip from his coffee, swallowing hard as he sets the cup back down, clenching it in his hands. He can’t quite meet the other man’s eye, isn’t sure how he can help with this because the only idea his brain is screaming is don’t marry her! but that is just too simple, isn’t it?

“What exactly would your father do if you called it off?” Blaine asks softly, although going off how Sebastian has talked about the other man in prior, he can guess, “Not to be an idealist but…shouldn’t you do whatever makes you happy?”

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian feels nuts the more he works through his feelings and frustrations. Because the simple solution here, which is not simple at all, is to call this whole thing off. He can’t imagine the repercussions that would rain down on his personal and professional life if he did that. But at the sake of what? His happiness? His sanity?

He sighs and takes a bite of his scone, busing himself with that and a sip of coffee because that’s easier than talking. Blaine doesn’t seem to mind the silence, just simply sitting there, letting him cope, stress eat, melt into the white noise around them. It has Sebastian loving him, more than he did before.

What a goddamn nightmare.

“She wants me to be more involved, which, I suppose I should be.” He shakes his head, “I’ve gotten myself into this giant fucking mess and I have no idea if I can even dig myself out.” He laughs lightly, “And then I’m  talking to you about it, which adds a whole nother layer to this.”

He taps a few little beats on his coffee mug before taking a sip, watching Sebastian with soft eyes as they sit in silence. His mother used to tell him that the right person was someone you could just be with, someone who didn’t make the silences awkward. But they are here to talk about Sebastian’s wedding—a marriage that is decidedly to someone who is not Blaine.

Not that he wants to marry. He would be fine with just a couple of dates. 

Blaine startles a little at Sebastian’s last comment, a small frown pinching between his eyes, “What do you mean?” He asks, because he doesn’t understand why talking to him is so bad. Sure, maybe Sebastian should have gone to someone else, a friend he has known longer or someone who actually knows anything about weddings.

Or someone who does have a hot, searing crush on him.

But Blaine is happy to help however he can—but perhaps that isn’t going to well, and they’ve only just begun. 

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Someone outside the situation…sure, Sebastian supposes that’s a part of it. That has to be it. It’s not so much that it has to do with Blaine as a person but that he’s so far removed from everything else going on in his life. He’ll be able to make sense about all of it without it sounding too crazy.

He sighs. Right?

He wanders to a table with him and sits down, tearing at his scone to give his hands something to do. He doesn’t even know how to approach this thing, feeling a bit out of his depth. He doesn’t talk about his feelings like this, he just solves shit on his own. And that’s always worked for him.

Sebastian glances up at Blaine, those beautiful honey eyes and runs a hand through his hair, “If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word. I usually don’t do this sort of thing. This wedding, it’s just…somehow making me feel like a zombie in my own life and goddamn nuts all at the same time. Does that even make sense?”

Blaine wraps his hands around his coffee, the warmth searing through the cup and warming his fingertips. He can’t say he is surprised to hear that what is trouble Sebastian has to do with his wedding, considering how much distaste he has shown toward the whole affair every other time it came up in conversation—

But that doesn’t stop the strange rumblings of jealousy to twist up in his stomach. He internally groans—why does this one man have an effect on him as badly (or worse) as Jeremiah did when Blaine was 15?

“I think that’s pretty normal,” Blaine says softly, giving Sebastian a waning smile, “Weddings take a lot of planning—not that I’ve ever planned one,” Blaine’s longest relationship was less than a year, and he hasn’t seriously dated in a long time. He has no concept of wedding bells, “But I guess a lot of it is about compromise, too? Combining what you want and what she wants?”

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian sighs once they’re at the counter because he should have figured Blaine would offer like this. It’s sweet of him, to say the very least, and if…if Blaine wants to buy him a scone and some coffee, then he’ll let him (just this once). He often doesn’t like other people getting things for him, he just feels like he’s in debt to them then, as weird as it sounds. Even if it’s just coffee.

They wander over to the other end of the counter once they place their orders, and silence sits between them. It’s not uncomfortable though, which Sebastian isn’t used to. He’s a talker, he likes filling the spaces, he likes making minutes and hours bend to his will.

It’s strange, how the silence here really doesn’t get to him.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your work day.” He finally says after a minute, “I just…wanted to talk to someone who felt, uh real. If that makes any fucking sense.”

Blaine reaches out and gives Sebastian’s elbow a squeeze, a soft smile to go with the gesture, “You didn’t interrupt anything,” He hums, shaking his head, “You caught me at the tail end of a break back there—I wasn’t working anyway,” He says with a small chuckle.

He hates the way Sebastian’s words send a warm rush through his chest, someone real, the silly crush Blaine has been trying to shake making itself known. He knows Sebastian just means he needed someone to talk to but…they’ve only know each other a short time, and he came to Blaine, so that might mean something.

Blaine can’t think about that, though.

“I get what you mean, though,” He nods, grabbing his coffee and scone when it’s set on the counter, waiting for Sebastian to grab his own before leading them to a table to take a seat, “Sometimes you need to talk to someone on the outside of a situation to find any sense in it, hmm?”

“I’m guessing that’s why you came to me?”

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian laughs softly about the coffee shop because, alright, duly noted. It’s a shame–he feels like people who practically run on caffeine, nurses, doctors, teachers, lawyers, the like, should always have access to good coffee. He sticks his hands in his pockets, “Alright, I’ll wait.” 

And he does. He grabs a coffee, if one could even call it that, and waits outside for Blaine to get done with his shift. He finally sees him come out, dressed in comfortable clothes that aren’t scrubs, and stands from the bench. He tosses the drink, half consumed and cold by now.

“You weren’t kidding,” He laughs softly, “That stuff really is terrible. I’m sorry you probably have to deal with it on a daily basis.” He licks his lips, “I saw a cafe around the corner, you want to go there?”

Blaine chuckles lightly, “With this job, the taste doesn’t bother most of us too much. Sometimes you just need some caffeine to get through a double, and I’ll take whatever I can get at that point,” He gives a nod to the suggestion of the café, knowing the place well, “I stop there a lot of mornings,” He hums, slipping his hands into the pockets of the jeans before heading in that direction, Sebastian by his side.

“Their coffee is much better than sludge,” He grins, grabbing the door when they get near and holding it open for Sebastian before following him inside. He keeps a close eye on the other man as they wait in the small line to order, noticing the crease to his brow isn’t as apparent as it had been when he first came into the hospital but there is still something there, something bothering him.

Once they make it to the counter, Blaine puts in an order for a simple mocha, as well as a slice of lavender lemon loaf, something sweet and comforting he intends to offer to Sebastian before giving a gesture in the other man’s direction, “And whatever he would like. It’s on me.”

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Blaine takes him up on his offer for coffee, which, this day continues to offer surprises. He didn’t expect it, to say the least, knowing Blaine definitely has better things to do than just cater to his wants and needs, to drop everything just becasuse he shows up. And yet, he’s encouraging him into the cafe for coffee.

And is clearly intuitive enough to know something’s wrong.

Sebastian’s very much always worn his emotions on his face, so maybe it’s obvious, but it’s a bit embarrassing none the less. He shouldn’t be here. There’s no need to talk about his problems, especially to Blaine. It doesn’t change anything and he knows it won’t make him feel better either. He sighs, sticking his hands into his pockets.

“Are you sure I’m not taking you away from working? Sick children are much more in need of you.” He smiles lightly, “I can wait.”

Blaine smiles softly up at Sebastian before glancing down at his watch. It’s just past five, “How about this—you head in there and try some of that unimpressive coffee while I finish up my rounds?” Blaine suggests, internally berating himself for letting himself more into this man’s orbit when he fully knows this budding friendship of theirs is going to be a trial on his end considering how big his crush already is.

“I only have an hour left of my shift, so if you’re willing to wait, we can maybe go somewhere that actually has decent coffee?” He suggests, although he has no idea why Sebastian would want to sit around a hospital for an hour but something tells Blaine that the other man came here for a friend, so maybe this time he would be up for it.

“And make sure to add a lot sugar if you try any of that stuff,” He nods towards the café, “otherwise it tastes like sludge.”

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian starts second guessing coming here because Mandy does look like she knows Blaine and there’s this split second where the woman is definitely considering not telling him where he is. Which only means, Blaine’s been talking about him in maybe not the best light.

His brain is whirring like an overheated computer, threatening to shut down. He would completely understand if Blaine isn’t the fondest of him or what he’s been doing. He’s practically cheating on his fiance, in not so many words, so. But he feels like he’ll self combust otherwise, the reality of the situation he’s in painful and stupid.

Though it just sounds like whining when he thinks too much about it. Probably what Blaine told Mandy. He looks over to his left as Blaine comes out of the cafe, face confused and then concerned. Sebastian’s stomach does a ridiculous flip, those big hazel eyes warm and comforting.

He shouldn’t have come here.

“Yeah, sure, everything’s fine.” He clears his throat, nodding, “Just uh…heard the coffee was good in the…cafe here.”

It seems Blaine couldn’t keep Sebastian off his mind, even if he tried. He raises a questioning brow at the taller man’s words, giving him a small shake of the head, “The coffee here is subpar at best. I only drink it when I need a caffeine fix,” Blaine chuckles softly, not believing Sebastian for a second.

Blaine barely knows Sebastian but there is obviously something wrong—it is written all over his face, sending a cold feeling up Blaine’s spine. He wishes this man didn’t have such an effect on him but he can’t help but hate seeing Sebastian like this.

“But, uh, we could go get some of that coffee, anyway,” He says with a small smile, nodding his head in the direction of the cafe, “And maybe we can talk about why you really came here?” He offers. Blaine did just take a small break, but he skipped lunch earlier and the other nurses are always telling him works too much anyway. No one will judge him for taking a little more time.

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian doesn’t even realize he’s in his car and driving to the hospital until he gets there, slipping right into visitor parking. His nerves are so fried–there was no reason for him to have an argument with Gaby over all this, she;s just as lost as he is. And the last place he should be is here, it’s not fair to anyone–especially Blaine.

And yet he sits in his car for twenty minutes before he decides to get out and walk into the hospital.

He hovers near the receptionist for a moment, not sure if he should text Blaine or ask someone whether he’s working today. He turns suddenly, thinking he should wait outside because the cleaning scents filling the air are making him a bit dizzy (or he’s losing it) and he bumps right into a woman named Mandy according to her ID.

“Sorry, my fault.” He shakes his head, “You uh, wouldn’t happen to know a Blaine, would you?”

Mandy startles as she collides with a tall man, mouth gaping in surprise when she instantly recognizes him, “It’s okay,” She says, waving off his apology. She gives him a warm smile, “He was in the café just a moment ago—should still be there, I’d imagine.”

She isn’t too sure if Blaine will want to see this guy after the conversation they just had over coffee, but the man in front of her looks frazzled, like he is in need of a friend. Mandy doesn’t know a single person better at comforting than Blaine, so she decides to tell him where to go, “Just head straight down the hall and take the second door to the left.” 

“Sebastian?” Blaine asks in surprise when he makes his way out of the café, catching site of the taller man just down the hall, Mandy just beside him.

“Or, he’s right here,” Mandy chuckles softly. Blaine catches her eye, and she gives him a small smile, “I’ll leave you to it,” She nods before heading back the way Blaine just came.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” Blaine says simply, stepping closer until he’s just in front of Sebastian, noticing when he closes the distance how drained his new friend looks, “Is everything all right?”

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian tries really hard not to lose his patience because, it really isn’t Gaby’s fault. He knows that she’s in this just like he is, but…he just doesn’t understand the fakeness of everything. Of jumping through all these hoops and for what? There’s a guarantee that they’re going to be married, right? So why the showboating? Why does it have to be this big damn thing.

Can’t they just sign a document and be done with it?

And Sebastian must accidentally say that out loud because Gaby’s eyes go wide and suddenly she’s throwing more things at him that aren’t as soft as bread. Things break, metal clatters, both of them are screaming. Her saying things about him being a miserable asshole (which, valid) and him trying to just get her to stop.

Sebastian makes it out of the kitchen patio as an orange hits the glass and he makes a beeline for the street, intending on getting in his car and just driving. He’s not sticking around for this or for one of his neighbors to call the cops.

Fuck that and frankly? fuck her.

“So, what are you going to do?” Mandy asks just as Blaine glances at his watch. He gives a half-hearted shrug.

“Be friends with a devastatingly handsome and charming guy and try not to drown in a silly crush over him,” He says with a self-deprecating laugh before giving her a sad smile, “I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.”

Mandy stands up, patting his shoulder, “Sending luck to you, sweetie,” She says before backing away from the table, “See you back out there.”

Blaine sighs, giving her a nod before following her lead and finishing up his coffee, ready to head back to work so he can hopefully get Sebastian off his mind.

The other man said he sees other people even though he’s engage but…Blaine still doesn’t know how he feels about that.

Hell, despite Sebastian’s obvious flirting, Blaine doesn’t know if the other man would even want that anyway. They haven’t seen each other since the night at the bar, and they have texted back here and there but it’s all been easy conversation.

Blaine shakes his head—enough of that now.  

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian has had worse days, though, he’s had better days too. It’s been all round busy at work, mostly new cases coming in while trying to finish out the old ones still sitting on his desk. No court dates but final paperwork, that sort of thing. He’s usually not so lazy but he’s been distracted lately. Tired. With everything of the wedding needing to be planned, he feels like he’s losing his damn mind.

It’s not Gaby’s fault, per say, she’s just currently the one irritating him the most when it comes to putting the nails in the coffin for everything they have to do for the wedding.

And that comes to a head this morning when she throws a loaf of bread at his head and it hits, direct contact.

“What the fuck?” He snaps.

“Oh finally, got your attention.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. “Can you at least pretend you give a shit about all this?” She motions to the table with all the starts of a wedding plan.

And Sebastian swallows down a nasty comment.

“Whatever you want to do is fine.” He says, trying to placate her, but apparently that just makes it worse.

Mandy nods solemnly, “I noticed the woman he was with that night—had a hell of a rock on her hand,” She raises her eyebrows, taking a sip from her own cup “He seemed to be a lot more impressed with you, though.”

Blaine groans, running a hand through his curls. His break has been long enough, and he should really get back to doing his rounds but he hasn’t had a chance to talk to anyone about this, aside from Charlie. But talking to his cat isn’t really the most helpful considering he can’t talk back.

“Hmm, you cannot speak a word of this to anyone,” Blaine says softly, low enough that just the two of them can hear. He trusts Mandy, knows she isn’t one to go around and gossip, “He said they’re engaged basically as a business deal.”

Mandy’s eyebrows shoot up, “Wow, I didn’t know anyone really still did stuff like that.”

“Well, apparently the Smythe’s do,” Blaine sighs softly, “And I…I like him, which I haven’t liked anyone in so long but—”

“It’s complicated?” Mandy asks, giving him a sad smile.

“Too complicated.”

[blaineybeeanderson]

a surprise visit

Blaine sighs softly, taking a long sip from his coffee. It has been a long day at the hospital. Lots of fussy long-term patients—two who were unwilling to eat their lunches and one who screamed when he tried to give her a bath—and a few new patients coming in, all of them wide-eyed and scared.

It certainly hasn’t been the hardest of days here in the children’s ward, because Blaine seen some pretty hard days, but it hasn’t been the easiest either. But this morning Emily made him wear a tiara during tea time and Sam drew him a picture of a frog (which will go up above his desk at home just like all of the other hundreds of drawings he has collected over the years) and Jeremy sang him a song.

And Tyler got to go home happy and healthy with his parents this afternoon.

So when he really thinks about it, Blaine has actually had a pretty good day despite the length, so he follows his sigh with a small smile, finishing off his coffee where he sits in the hospital café. 

“You look happy,” Mandy grins, settling down in the seat across from him.

“Just been a good day,” Blaine shrugs.

“Anything to do with that handsome devil who took you to lunch the other day?”

Blaine sputters, eyes widening at the mention of Sebastian, “How do you know about that?”

“Saw him waiting for you outside,” Mandy chuckles, “I can’t believe you hooked up with one of the donors from the fundraisers?”

“We did not!” Blaine replies a little too loudly, shocked. He shakes his head, lowering his voice to a moderate level, “He’s a friend,”

Mandy gives him an unimpressed look, “Sure he is.”

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian hums softly and nods, holding onto the railing as the subway twists and turns down the tunnels. It pulls into his station and he smooths his hand down along his jeans.

“I had fun tonight,” He tells Blaine, leaning his hand down to gently touch Blaine’s cheek. Nothing too ‘un-friendly’ but definitely a bit more than he should probably allow himself to do. But he can’t quite help it.

“Call me, if you want–and do me a favor, text me so I know you got home okay.” He smiles and runs a hand through his hair and slips out the subway, eyes on the subway train as it slips back through the tunnel.

Blaine feels his heart leap in his chest when Sebastian cups his cheek, the taller man’s touch warm against his skin. He doesn’t even manage to get out a “me too,” before Sebastian is gone, leaving behind a disheveled Blaine.

He is quiet through to his stop, making his way home in blur of thoughts and emotions running through his mind. It is overwhelming—partially because he hasn’t been interested in someone in a long time but also because he doesn’t know how he feels about Sebastian being promised to someone else.

There is something between them that feels like a beginning but he doesn’t know of what. Friendship? Yes. But more? 

Blaine sends off two texts just as he settles down onto his living room couch, a sigh falling from his lips.

Made it home.

I had fun tonight, too.   

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian feels the corners of his mouth twitch up when Blaine practically defends his honor, or at least attempts to understand where he’s coming from. He knows how it sounds, how even more terrible it seems but…it’s hard to explain, even harder to live through.

He could easily tell his father to stick it where the sun don’t shine but…that would mean Sebastian would have to completely re-invent himself. Especially when it comes to being a lawyer. It’s a big city but there’s small business circles.

“It’s ridiculous,” He agrees, “But sometimes the best path is the one of least resistance.” He shrugs, moving to let Blaine into the subway first. It’s crowded for this time of night, so he lets Blaine sit and stands directly in front of him, holding onto the high bar to keep his balance.

Blaine gives Sebastian a small thank you as he settles into his seat, humming softly, not quite in agreement with Sebastian’s words. Sometimes that path of least resistance is the best, but marriage?

Blaine himself hopes to meet someone someday who will be his one and only. He wants to get married for love but maybe that doesn’t matter to Sebastian. He also doesn’t know the elder Smythe, perhaps his influence is truly not something to argue with. Blaine’s own father is an accountant who never cared what career bath his son took, and he certainly never made him marry anyone.

“Hmm, sometimes,” Blaine says simply, struggling to wrap his mind around the whole idea. He looks up at Sebastian with a small smile, “It has to be hard, though.” 

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian shakes his head, knowing it’s a joke but…still, Blaine clearly has no concept of how beautiful he is. Or how fun it was to just hang out, drink and dance. No pressure of something more waiting in the wings.

“I did hang out with someone beautiful,” He assures him, “He just wasn’t a stranger.”

Sebastian knows Blaine isn’t trying to pry, it’s polite conversation. And Sebastian invited this when he insisted Blaine go to lunch with him, go out tonight. All of it. And it’s hard to wrap one’s head around all this, so the questions make sense. He just wishes he didn’t have to answer them.

“My dad thinks it’d be good for the lawfirm and he’s not wrong. A merger is a great idea, and what better bond to prove loyalty on both sides than marriage?” He asks, though the question is rhetorical. He tries to think of a complex response to that other question–but there isn’t one.

“Yes. I see other people.” He looks at Blaine. “Well, do you think I’m a terrible person?”

“No,” Blaine says a little too quickly, shaking his head, “I don’t think you’re a terrible person,” He adds, softer this time, before biting his lip and turning his attention to the train pulling into the station. They still have a few moments, have to wait for everyone on board to get off before they can slip on. He looks back at Sebastian, “It’s just…new to me, I guess.”

“I’ve never met anyone being forced into a marriage like that,” He doesn’t think Sebastian’s a terrible person, truly. Blaine thinks cheating is a horrendous act but if neither of them love each other, and he’s assuming Gaby sees other people, too, then it must be okay, right?

Blaine can’t imagine being in that kind of situation. 

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian notices how Blaine tiptoes around with that question, about whether he goes out alone or not, whether Gaby is involved. He doesn’t try to talk about her unless he has to for several reasons which Blaine seems to understand, but he also gets that he’s curious too. His…relationship for lack of a better word, is so hard to describe to people who aren’t in it. Maybe he sounds callous and rude, but he’s not sure how else to put it.

“No,” He sticks his hands into his pockets, “Gaby and I have…it’s just business.” He says, looking over at Blaine as they walk, “It’s like having an arranged marriage on your hands, that’s probably the easiest way to understand it.”

He lets Blaine lead them down into the subway and then passes through the turnstiles, looking over his shoulder at Blaine as they stand side by side and wait for their train.

“I usually head out by myself–get a drink, dance, meet some beautiful strangers,” He grins, “I work a lot so time to just relax is few and far between.”

Blaine nods, slipping his hands into his pockets and humming in understanding as they wait for the next train to come into the station. He works a lot too, and this was actually the first time he has gone out in months, but his mind is mostly elsewhere, hung up on the “beautiful strangers” part of Sebastian’s words.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your night with beautiful strangers, then,” Blaine laughs lightly, “Instead you got stuck with an overworked pediatric nurse,” He adds with a small smile.

“So you—” He pauses, unsure how to pose the question. They barely know each other, and Blaine feels like he has already been too nosey as it is, but he can’t help but be curious but that might just be his school boy crush taking over his brain, “So you date other people even though you’re getting married?”

“And your dad is forcing you to marry her?”

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Blaine doesn’t exactly elaborate but Sebastian doesn’t press either. But he attempts to put two and two together–it either has something to do about him, or it’s about a bad past experience he’s had. Sebastian smiles a little, the blush on his cheeks far too attractive for his own good. He hums with a soft nod and finishes his second drink.

“Lucky you,” He says about his day off, “Wish I could say the same. Though, while in poor taste, I can at least go in early. Benefits of having a dad that owns a lawfirm.” He adds with a soft laugh. “And no, no, I’ll get you home, don’t worry about it. Your place is on my way anyways, just one subway stop extra.” He puts a few extra bills down and has Blaine lead the way out of the club.

Blaine doesn’t need someone to see him home but it’s nice of Sebastian to offer, so he accepts it, walking in stride with the taller man down the sidewalk toward the subway entrance, “Do you usually go out like this on your own?” Blaine asks, realizing that no one else ever joined them, “I just mean, had you not run into me, would you have invited a friend…or your…Gaby, is that her name?”

He is careful not to say “fiancé,” Sebastian’s distaste for the word obvious in previous conversations. From what Blaine has gathered, Sebastian’s relationship seems to be some sort of business deal. He always thought arranged marriages were a thing of the past—obviously not when you’re as high up the later as the Smythes, he supposes. Blaine can’t imagine being forced into something like that—perhaps that is why Sebastian is such a flirt. He takes the chances while he still can.

“Does she usually go out with you on nights like this?”

[blaineybeeanderson]

smytheatsmythe​:

Sebastian laughs when Blaine agrees to one more, which is great. He’s definitely not going to strong arm him into anything but he’s having a good time tonight, with Blaine. He’ll probably end up leaving when he does, not looking for anything else to stretch his time with. He takes a long sip of his water before tipping the bartender when Blaine’s drink shows up. They cheers one another and he takes another sip.

“Two isn’t going to send you over the edge, is it?” He teases, “I can make sure you can get home and everything.” Sebastian leans against the bar, “Do you have work tomorrow morning or can you at least sleep in and sleep it off, if need be.”

“No,” Blaine says chuckling softly and rolling his eyes, “Three wouldn’t either but it would definitely make me looser,” He admits, blushing kissing his cheeks, “I like to be in control of my own actions,” He adds without going into detail—without admitting that if he goes past three drinks, he might try to maul Sebastian’s lips with his own.

“I’m off tomorrow, fortunately,” He hums before taking a drink from his fresh beer, enjoying the crisp flavor—a summer brew, “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let myself embarrass myself. It has happened before, and I vowed long ago not to let it happen again,” Blaine admits sheepishly, “I’ll be able to get home, no worries.”