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From Cardigans&Coffee (killerwarbler) to Eiffel Tower (theonlyoneimdreamingof)
Here is my gift for Eiffel Tower I picked #3 I made it a few weeks ago to be ready lol hope Elffel Tower has a wonderful Seblaine Christmas :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozznxPmgLl8
From AT (Alishatorn) to Snowflake (sophisticatedloserchick)
To: Snowflake, for the Seblaine Secret Santa Exchange. Fr: Alishatorn (A/N: Merry Christmas, my dear! I hope you have a lovely holiday. :D)
It starts, as these things do, when a boy meets another boy.
They don’t fall in love at first sight, though, because things are complicated and Blaine goes to a different school and Sebastian is far too cynical to subscribe to such a notion.
No, they start off as friends, and then drift to barely acquaintances (the kind that bump into each other on the sidewalk or at the mall and then have to force themselves to nod hello), and then something shifts.
Timing is everything, as most people know, and one day Blaine goes to Dalton in search of a lost trophy and Sebastian finds that something aches inside of his chest. Something like a small bead of warmth takes seed inside of him, and whenever he looks at Blaine, it spreads.
And that is how Sebastian Smythe knows.
It doesn’t happen then, however, because even though the time is right for one person, it doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s right for the other. It’s hard for Sebastian, (he isn’t known for his patience), but he smiles even though his chest hurts and he tries to act like a better man, someone whom Blaine deserves. And if his eyes linger too long and he wears his heart on his sleeve… Well. Blaine is too busy pining after Kurt to even notice.
It happens later, months and months later, when Blaine finally opens his eyes. The old, Kurt-shaped hole in his heart has healed now, and his friendship with the boy who was his first everything is quiet and true. They’ve accepted things about each other that have allowed them to move past old hurts, and while they love, they are not in love, and Blaine finally (finally) accepts that.
And it happens on Sebastian’s graduation day of all days, when Blaine has come to cheer on his old friends. Nick and Jeff and Trent are ecstatic, throwing their caps in the air as they laugh and hug and cry. (Blaine’s graduation had been last week, and he doesn’t want to say goodbye to Ohio just yet.)
He congratulates every Warbler, even the ones he doesn’t know as well, and when at last he comes to Sebastian, his smile is warm. Sebastian graduates with honors, not quite at the top, but it’s enough to illicit admiration from the other boy. On impulse, he asks Blaine to join them at his home for their celebration— all the Warblers are coming, even the underclassmen, and once a Warbler, always a Warbler, right?
Blaine says yes, and this, finally, is when their next chapter starts.
Five years later they marry on a quiet hillside in France, and the ceremony is so unlike Sebastian that even his mother dabs at her eyes. The sunlight is bright and brittle, then, and Sebastian’s eyes are suspiciously bright when he slips the simple gold band onto Blaine’s ring finger. Blaine is crying openly when he does the same for him, and they embrace in front of their family and closest friends.
Ten years after that and their daughter Susan is nearly eight years old. They spend Christmas in their home in New York, unwrapping presents and reading cards. Kurt and his partner send them fruitcake and a pile of musical DVDs (for Susan, Sebastian says pointedly at Blaine), and she opens their card to read aloud.
‘To Blaine and Sebastian and Susan,” she reads. “May your Christmas be full of joy and music and all that your hearts desire. Love, Kurt and Chandler.”
Blaine smiles, reaching over Susan’s head to gently stroke his husband’s cheek. “We already have that,” he says. “Everything and more.”
AndSebastian nods wordlessly, not trusting himself to speak. He takes Blaine’s hand and presses a kiss to his palm.
It’s everything he’s ever wanted.
From Chairman Meow (acciograntgustin) to Kaylee (sebastiansmytheanderson)
Maybe. Definitely.
Rating: M
Prompt: Fic (fluff, college!Seblaine)
Author's Note: I hope you don't mind a little bit of angst thrown in. I promise it's mostly fluff, though.
Blaine sat down on his bed, staring at the bags of things he still had to unload. After a moment, he fell back and closed his eyes. College started in a week. Just the thought of it made his stomach knot up. His parents had given him a loose hug, pecked him on the cheek, and left the moment everything had been hauled up to this room.
His room.
It was his room now, and he supposed he had to start thinking like that, though it didn’t feel like home. Blaine rummaged inside of his backpack and pulled out some poster putty from it, setting it on the desk. He grabbed his poster tube and pulled out a RENT poster, worn and covered in signatures. Careful not to crease any of the edges, he used the poster putty to put it up on the wall and stepped back.
He’d spent so long wanting to go to New York, but now that he was here, he felt sick to his stomach and tired. He missed Dalton and his friends. He missed Jeff and Nick’s constant banter and puns. He missed Wes, David, and Thad acting overly serious at every meeting. He missed going out to the arcade with all of them and arguing over which Super Hero was the best (obviously, it was Batman).
Blaine was jerked out of his thoughts as the door swung open. A boy stumbled into the room, carrying a backpack. A few other people followed him, holding several labeled boxes. The boy – Sebastian, Blaine could only assume – dumped his backpack on his desk and moved to his bed, sitting down on it as the boxes were placed on the floor.
“You must be Sebastian’s parents,” Blaine said after a long pause, noting that Sebastian had flopped back on the bed. “I’m Blaine Anderson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stretched out his hand and offered them a smile.
“Pleasure,” Sebastian’s mother said with a practiced tone of disinterest, reaching out and taking his hand.
“Indeed.” Sebastian’s father’s grip was firm, and he cleared his throat. “Sebastian, do you want them to unpack the boxes for you?”
“I’ll do it. I don’t need them looking through my stuff,” Sebastian said, though he didn’t bother looking at them.
“We’ll see you for Thanksgiving, then. Goodbye.”
Just like that, they left. And Blaine had thought his family was distant and cold.
“So…” Blaine smoothed down his shirt, staring over at Sebastian. The moment the door clicked shut, Sebastian shot up with a grin.
“You’re Blaine Anderson.” His grin was almost predatory, and as he glanced Blaine up and down, Blaine couldn’t help but feel as if he was being inspected.
“And you’d be Sebastian Smythe.” It was weird seeing Sebastian for the first time. Blaine had to admit, Sebastian looked better than he had imagined him. Sebastian didn’t have a Facebook for “personal reasons,” and searching Sebastian Smythe came up with too many answers. Somehow, the Sebastian he’d gotten stuck in his head had a greasy head of hair and wore wife beaters.
Sebastian was a far cry from that. The outline of his jaw made Blaine wonder what it’d be like kissing it, and he wore a light blue button-up, the sleeves rolled up.
“You know, it’s rude to stare.” Sebastian chuckled. “Not that I blame you… I’m pretty hot, right?”
Blaine flushed. “I’m not staring.”
“Babe, that was definitely staring. You also might want to work on closing that jaw and stopping the drool.” Sebastian winked.
“We just met. You can’t call me babe,” Blaine muttered, feeling his cheeks light up as he glanced down.
“I can call you whatever I want, babe. But, if it bothers you, I can try to refrain. Just for you.” As Sebastian laughed, his nose crinkled. Blaine let out a huff and crossed his legs as he sat up.
It was going to be a long year.
oOoOoOo
Much to Blaine’s surprise, Sebastian wasn’t a complete terror. There were certain habits or characteristics that got on Blaine’s nerves (like the fact that he rarely got back before two in the morning; continued to call Blaine “killer”, “babe”, and other pet names; and liked to oftentimes distract Blaine from homework). There were also aspects of their budding friendship that Blaine loved (like the fact that he had a social life thanks to Sebastian, that Sebastian liked cuddling just as much as he did, and that Sebastian liked to oftentimes distract him from his homework – the last one went both ways).
Of course, it became apparent quickly enough that Sebastian was a lady’s man or, rather, the gay version of it (man’s man just didn’t sound right).
Blaine didn’t mind it most of the time. It was when Sebastian would assume he’d be out and end up stumbling into the room with another guy, their shirts already half off that Blaine would flush and wish that Sebastian could keep his hands to himself.
And then there was the fact that Blaine had feelings for him. He’d tried denying it for a while. But then Sebastian would cuddle right back up next to him. He’d nuzzle up against Blaine, murmuring half inappropriate comments as he fell asleep. Or he’d start teasing Blaine, asking him whether he was wearing pants that tight on purpose. Blaine’s heart would swell up, and he would have to bite his lip not to smile.
There were the lows, too. Sebastian would stumble in, drunk, with hickeys down his neck, and Blaine would feel a possessive surge run through him (he’s mine, hands off). It wasn’t like he had any reason to be possessive. Sebastian didn’t have a monogamous idea of a relationship as far as Blaine could tell.
Maybe one day…
Blaine was slumped over on his bed, working on his English homework when the door rattled. “It’s open.”
“Hey, babe. Miss me?” Sebastian threw his backpack to the side and moved over to Blaine’s bed.
“No.” (Yes.)
“Sure you didn’t. What’s this?” Sebastian picked up the paper Blaine was writing on. “’Analyzing the Madness in Don Quixote and Hamlet.’ Gross.” Tossing it over his shoulder, Sebastian rolled his eyes and tilted his head on Blaine’s shoulder.
“Hey, I was working on that!” Blaine reached out, trying to grab it as it fell towards the ground, but it was just out of reach.
“And now you’re cuddling.” Sebastian’s arms wrapped around him, and Blaine sighed.
“I’ll need to work on it at some point.”
“Yeah, yeah. Cuddles. I demand them.” As Sebastian nuzzled his nose against Blaine’s neck, Blaine let out a defeated sigh. He shifted so that they could both fit comfortably on the bed and wrapped his arms around Sebastian.
“You’re insufferable.”
“What would you do without me?” Sebastian asked, grinning.
“Actually get my homework done before midnight.”
“Where’s the excitement in that?” Shifting to get in a better position, Sebastian nudged his head up against Blaine’s hand. Laughing, Blaine moved his hand, running his fingers through Sebastian’s hair.
“You’re like a cat.”
“It’s not my fault this feels amazing,” Sebastian said, scooting closer to Blaine. He let out a happy sigh and closed his eyes. Blaine traced his fingers down Sebastian’s neck and up behind his ears, sending a shiver down Sebastian’s spine (there was a certain sense of accomplishment every time he managed to do that).
“What are you up to tonight?” Blaine asked, though he already knew the answer.
“It’s Friday.”
“Yes, so what are you going to be doing?”
“I think a better question is what are you doing?”
“Sebastian –“
“Homework?” Sebastian lifted his head, cocking an eyebrow as he looked at Blaine and shook his head.
“I – Maybe.”
“Well, now you’re going clubbing with me. Congratulations.”
Blaine let out a sigh and continued running his fingers through Sebastian’s hair. It was going to be a long night. He just hoped that Sebastian would be able to keep his hands off of other guys.
oOoOoOo
Sebastian was not able to keep his hands off of other guys.
Less than two drinks into the night, Sebastian was grinding up against someone else, and Blaine was left at the bar, chugging down another beer and staring at him. “Sure you wouldn’t like anything stronger, love?” the barista asked.
“Huh?” Blaine lifted up his head and looked at her.
“You look pretty upset at seeing your friend over there dancing with another boy. Maybe you’d like something stronger.”
“Sure. Surprise me.” She laughed and reached over, ruffling his hair. (Of course, even a gesture like that would remind him of Sebastian; he was hopeless.)
The surprise drink turned out to be a Long Island Iced Tea. Blaine didn’t have a high tolerance for alcohol, so, it was no surprise that, by the end, he felt lightheaded. It was hard to focus in on Sebastian, who was still bouncing around from guy to guy. (And it wasn’t fair that even when everything seemed blurry around the edges, every movement Sebastian made seemed to tease him.)
“Hey, there, cutie. Why you lookin’ so sad?”
Blaine turned his head to see a man, probably in his early twenties, sitting next to him, leaning over. His smile was scheming – a look Blaine recognized from Sebastian.
“No reason.” Blaine flushed, turning away. There was no point interacting with this creep unless Sebastian would get jealous. Would he? Blaine wet his lips and turned back to the guy with a shy smile.
“Don’t be like that. Why don’t you say we dance?”
Blaine glanced over at Sebastian. He was kissing (more like letting the other guy suck his face off; that didn’t even look enjoyable) some random brunet in mismatched clothes.
“That’d be wonderful,” Blaine slurred, stumbling up.
“Careful, honey.” The guy seemed thrilled at Blaine’s inability to stand up straight, and they made their way over to the dance floor. The guy pressed right up close to Blaine, grinding against him. Blaine felt dizzy as they spun around and moved to the beat. The music seemed to be pounding against his head, and the faster they moved, the more the lights of the club seemed to blur.
Two songs later, when Blaine felt like he might be sick with another song, he wanted to sit down. “Bar…” Blaine grumbled, pointing over to it.
“C’mon, darling. I think you need to go to the bathroom.” There was something about his tone of voice that made Blaine sick to his stomach. Somehow, going to the bathroom seemed like a terrible idea.
“No, I want to sit down,” he whined, trying to move over towards the bar. The man grabbed Blaine’s wrist, his fingers tightening around it. “That hurts! Let go,” Blaine said. It only seemed to strike Blaine now that the music was too loud for anybody else to really hear them, and he was in no position to free himself.
“Trust me, love. Let me take care of you.” The man grinned, pulling Blaine towards the bathroom.
“Let go of me!” Blaine’s heart jumped to his throat as he tried to get towards the bar.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Blaine knew that voice.
He looked behind him to see Sebastian standing, arms crossed, glaring at the man.
“We were just headed to the – Oh, Sebastian.” The man’s grip on Blaine loosened. Blaine tugged out of it and moved next to Sebastian, pressing against his chest. Sebastian wrapped his arms around Blaine.
“Phil, always a pleasure.” Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “As charming as always too.”
“Is he yours?” Phil asked, shrinking back.
“He’s my roommate.”
Phil gave Blaine a final glance before slumping his shoulders and walking away, muttering under his breath.
“You know that asshole?” Blaine asked, pressing against Sebastian’s chest.
“Yeah. He stalked me for a while. I didn’t like it when I saw you dancing with him. I figured he was up to no good.”
“You’re warm. And comfy.” Blaine nuzzled up closer against Sebastian.
“And you’re drunk. Time to get you home.”
Blaine ended up falling asleep in the cab, and whined the entire way up to their dorm room after Sebastian woke him up. All he wanted to do was fall into bed, but Sebastian helped him change. “I wanna sleep.”
“You’re going to hate life in the morning,” Sebastian said, laughing and ruffling his hair.
Once he’d successfully changed, Blaine clung to Sebastian. “Sleep with me. Please. Please, Seb. I want you to.” He was babbling, and there wasn’t enough time to even think about what he was saying. It was hard enough to even speak. His tongue felt swollen and heavy in his mouth, and his eyes kept on closing.
“Just for tonight,” Sebastian said, pulling Blaine close.
“I love you.” It was the first thing that came out of Blaine’s mouth the moment they were both cuddled up under the covers. He could feel Sebastian go still, and though he didn’t bother to open his eyes, he could almost feel Sebastian’s gaze on him.
“No, you don’t. You’re drunk,” Sebastian replied quietly.
“Yes, I do. I’ve loved you for a while, and I want you to kiss me and cuddle with me and have the sexy times.”
“The sexy times?”
“Mmhmm.” Blaine let out a quiet sigh and nuzzled up against Sebastian, feeling light. Sebastian’s hand found its way into his hair, and he ran his fingers through it. (So, this was why Sebastian loved it so much.)
“You’re drunk, babe.”
“No, I’m not. I’m fine,” Blaine whined, jutting his lip out. “Kiss me.” Blaine tilted his head up and managed to open his eyes as he stared up at Sebastian. “Please.”
Sebastian bit his lip before bending down and placing a light kiss on Blaine’s lips. A whimper left Blaine’s lips as Sebastian pulled away far too quickly.
“If you still want it tomorrow, I’ll kiss you properly,” Sebastian promised. “Now, go to sleep, Blaine.”
Blaine woke up in the morning with a pounding headache. The light shining from between the curtains seemed far too bright, and every noise – even the creaking of their beds – felt like it was somehow becoming tangible and scraping against his head.
“Make it stop. What the hell happened last night?” Blaine asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I remember some guy coming up to me, and that’s about it.” (And Sebastian dancing, but that wasn’t worth mentioning.)
“Nothing after that?”
“Nope.”
“Not even getting back to the dorm?” Sebastian tilted his head to the side, his brow furrowing.
“Sorry. Did I miss something important?” Blaine asked, putting his pillow over his head.
“I… No.” There was a strange tone in Sebastian’s voice, and Blaine lifted the pillow.
“What?”
“You just said some things.” Blaine felt his stomach drop. What did he say?
“Bad things?”
“No, more like silly things. It doesn’t matter. I’ll go get some Advil.” Sebastian turned away, but Blaine swore he saw a flicker of disappointment in Sebastian’s eyes before he did.
oOoOoO
“How can you even stand this series?” Sebastian asked, rolling his eyes, as the episode ended.
“It’s good!”
“Robin Hood saves the day, and the big, bad sheriff and the hot guy get thwarted yet again. And then Robin ends up with Marian. There. I’ll bet you five dollars that’s what happens.”
“You’re no fun,” Blaine replied, huffing. “Though Guy is hot.”
“It’s the leather. And that smirk. Any guy who can smirk is automatically hot.”
“You smirk all the time,” Blaine said with a laugh.
“Case and point.” Sebastian smirked and sat up.
After shutting off the TV, Blaine pulled himself up and moved over to his bed. “So, what’s the plan for tonight? Are you still going to that party?”
“Yes, we are still going to that party,” Sebastian replied with a glare.
“It’s really not my scene. You know how I am with alcohol.”
“Hilarious.”
“Not what I was going for, but I’m glad you find it amusing. I don’t think I’m going.” Blaine moved to pick up a book, but Sebastian’s hand fell on top of his.
“Please.” Sebastian’s eyes went wide, and he looked hopeful.
“I –“ There was no way he was going to be able to say no to that. (Again, not fair.) “Fine. I’ll go to your stupid party.”
Sebastian winked. “You’re the best.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
The party was just as noisy as Blaine expected. Everyone already seemed drunk by the time they got there, and Blaine felt uncomfortable. Sebastian, on the other hand, fit right in. Blaine found a corner to sit in and grabbed a beer. There was no way he was going to get drunk.
As it turned out, not drunk wasn’t an option. Every time his beer was empty, someone would notice and toss him another, and as Sebastian continued to flirt with every decently attractive man there (gay, straight, or other), Blaine decided that maybe drunk was the only way to go. Other than Sebastian’s predictable habits, the part was uneventful.
That was until they decided to play a game called Awkward Park Bench. Blaine had never heard of it before, but the premise was simple. Two people sat on a couch (the “bench”) and attempted to make the other person feel as uncomfortable as possible. The first person to leave the bench lost. Not surprisingly, Sebastian was soon proving himself to be the champion.
“C’mon, really, no one thinks they can beat me?” Sebastian asked, looking smug as yet another person got off (Sebastian’s hand had gotten halfway up his thigh before he’d given up). “Boring.” Blaine could have sworn Sebastian’s eyes flickered over to him.
Blaine wasn’t sure what did it, but before he knew it, he was marching over to the couch, determined to win out.
“Go Anderson!” someone called. Blaine wasn’t even sure how they knew his name; while he recognized faces, he didn’t know a single name besides Sebastian’s.
“So, you’re going to be my next victim?” Sebastian purred (how did someone even purr?).
“No, I’m going to win.”
“Cute,” Sebastian said, chuckling. He scooted in closer, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s neck. Blaine wet his lips and swallowed. This was going to be a difficult game to play. Blaine’s hand fell to Sebastian’s hip, and he squeezed. His other hand moved to the back of Sebastian’s neck. His thumb traced down Sebastian’s spine before curving along his collarbone.
“I’m going to win.”
“In your dreams.” Sebastian leaned in, his tongue tracing along the outer shell of Blaine’s ear. He could hear people cheering (and cat-calling, for that matter) He lightly sucked on the lobe of Blaine’s ear, and Blaine felt his cock twitch. (Well, fuck.) “Speaking of dreams…” Sebastian’s lips were pressed right up against his ear, and his voice was low enough that no one other than Blaine could hear it.
“What about them?” Blaine’s hand dipped down and moved under Sebastian’s shirt, tracing along his stomach. He could feel Sebastian’s muscles tense, and his throat went dry. God, why did there have to be other people in the room? Blaine could feel a low heat crawl up the back of his neck. He knew he should have drunk more than he did.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of fucking you?” Sebastian asked before sucking again on the lobe of Blaine’s ear. Blaine’s hand stuttered as he gasped, his eyes closing. “How many times I’ve dreamt of blowing you… Sucking on your cock and pulling back, teasing and watching as you squirmed… As you almost came…”
“Sebastian…” Blaine’s hand moved lower and fell to Sebastian’s leg, slipping out from under his shirt. It fell lower, moving to the inside of his thigh.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you riding me? You’d be so tight. God. I’d grip your hips so tight that I’d leave marks, and you come screaming my name.”
Blaine wondered when his pants got so tight. His cock was completely hard, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. His hand slipped up, and his eyes shot open. Sebastian was completely hard too. His eyes met Sebastian’s, and he whimpered. Sebastian’s pupils were dilated, and he was staring at Blaine with a look of forced restraint.
“Seb –“
Before Blaine could get out anything else, Sebastian had him pinned to the couch and was kissing him. Blaine groaned, arching his hips against Sebastian’s as his tongue pressed weakly against Sebastian’s. His hands fell to Sebastian’s ass, and he moaned. He could hear people saying things (“get a room” seemed to be common) or cheering them on, but none of it mattered.
That was until Sebastian pulled back. That distant look seemed to clear up in an instant as he looked down at Blaine. His eyes scanned over Blaine, and though his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down, he looked scared. “Shit.”
And then he was gone.
“Damn, Anderson. You actually beat him,” some blond boy said, laughing. Blaine stumbled up and ran after Sebastian, not caring about what everyone else was saying, trying to talk to him.
“Sebastian!” Blaine yelled as Sebastian ran out to the balcony. Blaine followed him out, immediately shivering as the mid-February, winter air hitting him. “What’s wrong?”
“I just royally fucked up. Once you’re sober – And you’ll actually remember this time.” Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose as he moved towards the railing, staring down to the street below.
“What do you mean this time? We’ve played Awkward Park Bench before?”
“No. We haven’t. Never mind.”
“Then, what?” Blaine asked. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen Sebastian looking so torn up. (And then there was that stupid instinct to go up to him, wrap his arms around Sebastian, and hold him until he was happy again.)
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Is this about that time we went to the bar?” Blaine asked after a moment, moving up and putting a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder.
“No – I…” Sebastian sighed, resigning and turning to face Blaine. “Maybe.”
“What happened?”
“It’s stupid. Nothing. Nothing important happened.”
“If you keep on saying that, I’m going to punch you,” Blaine said, crossing his arms over his chest. As cute as Sebastian’s stubborn attitude could be, now he was just proving difficult. To his surprise, Sebastian laughed.
“You said you loved me. That you had for a while.” Sebastian cringed. “I swear I’m not a sap. I just got… hopeful. But then you didn’t even remember it, and you were drunk, so you were just babbling anyway. And you always told me to stop manhandling you anyway whenever I got too handsy before, so I just figured it was the alcohol talking, so –“
Blaine moved forward, kissing Sebastian again. Sebastian’s eyes went wide for a moment before he melted into the kiss. His hand went up to Blaine’s cheek, and he ran his thumb over it before moving closer, shivering. He let out a shaky breath before sucking on Blaine’s lower lip. When they pulled back, their teeth chattering, Sebastian looked at Blaine with his lips sucked in, as if he was afraid to speak.
“You’re an idiot,” Blaine muttered. “I may have been drunk, but it doesn’t mean that it wasn’t true.”
“Wait, so you actually… You’re not kidding, right?” Sebastian asked, flushing.
“Idiot,” Blaine said again, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Sebastian’s. “Can we go inside now?”
“You’re not going to change your mind in the morning, right?” Sebastian went wide-eyed, and Blaine laughed.
“Are you sure you’re not a closeted hopeless romantic?”
Sebastian laughed. “It’ll be our little secret.”
From Uptown Girl (onlystepsthatmatter) to ClockNecklace (youwillneverknowitwasme)
Fic: A Family Affair
Title: A Family Affair Prompt: Dalton!AU where Seblaine has been dating for a year when they finally went all the way. Cooper walked in on them right after. Awkwardness and hilarity ensued when Sebastian recognized Cooper as his first and Cooper realized Sebastian has just deflowered his baby brother. Preferred this to be filled as a fic, and definitely want some first time Seblaine sex featuring virgin!Blaine. Bonus if you have flashback Coopbastian sex. Rating: R Word Count: 7,724 Author’s Note: Hello there, dearest Nanashi. This ended up getting a little out of hand and might have deviated a little from the original prompt, but hopefully I stuck close enough for your liking. Also congratulations on getting me to finally write a sex scene, hopefully it came out okay. (And I changed it so that they’ve been together almost 2 years instead of just one. Oops) Happiest of holidays to you. <3
When he’s fifteen his family moves to Columbus, Ohio, of all the godforsaken places. The only consolation he received was a half-hearted joke that at least it wasn’t Alabama but he wouldn’t be able to tell one ass backwards state from another if you paid him, so the comfort is cold at best. Living in the states had never been a goal of his but he thought, if ever it ended up happening it would be somewhere with a bit of glamour. New York, maybe. Or LA.
Barely 24 hours after he finished his last final he was making his way through de Gaulle airport; mother fitting around nervously and father barely looking up from his newspaper. His pleading to stay and live with Gabriel and Aimee, at least through the summer, fell on deaf ears and the three of them had officially christened it as ‘the worst summer in the history of the world.’
He starts going out. It was laughably easy to get a fake ID and even easier to use it. He knows he looks a little old for his age but there’s no way he can pass as 21. It’s nothing compared to the stories his Parisian friends share, but it’s a hell of a lot better than being alone.
He ends up losing his virginity in the backseat of a car. The guy isn’t a complete random—they’ve been dancing around (and sometimes with) each other for a couple days before Sebastian gives in.
There’s just something about him, some allure that makes him different from the other idiots that patron the local bars.
Curtis, Sebastian thinks his name is, but never bothers to confirm. Maybe Colin. Or Conrad. It's not important one way or another.
Probably from around here originally, but he managed to escape and make it somewhere else. Begrudgingly back visiting family, if the frantic way he slammed back drinks and the frenetic way he moved about the dance floor where anything to go by. Almost definitely not out, possibly not even gay and just experimenting to get his mind off things.
This Curtis guy looks like he’s about 10 years older than him and he thinks that should be something that bothers him, but it doesn’t. Sebastian’s passing for 19 and if Curtis likes getting his rocks off with slightly younger men who is he to dissuade that? Especially when he has a body like that.
So he allows himself to be pulled out into the parking lot, both of them stumbling over their own feet due to the alcohol coursing through their veins. He wasn’t planning on getting fucked but Curtis really didn’t seem like the type to enjoy getting blown in a grungy bathroom. But before he knows it he’s being stretched open and even though there isn’t enough lube it feels good enough that he doesn’t protest.
The next part didn’t really feel that good and if Sebastian had any doubt about his partner’s inexperience with guys it was totally wiped from his mind. But Smythe’s are, by nature, a stubborn bunch and he’s not about to pussy out just because it hurts a little. Or a lot.
Eventually they find a rhythm and the pain mostly recedes and it starts feeling alright. He’s pretty sure there’s potential there for it to be really good, but he’s not expecting that much for the night. So as Curtis’ hips start to snap at in an increasingly off tempo pace he wraps his hand around his own cock and lets his mind wander to his go to fantasies.
Curtis is still coming down from his orgasm when Sebastian starts to fumble around for his pants, trying not to wince too much as he shifts to slide them over his hips. He evades the grabby hands that seem to just be begging for a cuddle (which, really? They’re in the cramped backseat of a car. Even if Sebastian was the cuddling type this is far from the ideal setting for it) and draws his cell phone from his pocket to call for a cab to come get him.
“I have work tomorrow,” he excuses himself, trying to sound as professional as possible, as though his job isn’t just a part-time thing at a local bookstore that he had only gotten as something to do during the day.
“Can I- can I have your number?” Curtis asks. He’s starting to look a little guilty, like he’s sobering up and realizing that he just had sex with some kid in the backseat of his car. (Not guilty enough that he’s finally figured out how old Sebastian actually is. There isn’t enough vodka in the world for Sebastian to deal with that kind of freak out.)
“This is a new phone. I only just moved here, so I haven’t memorized the number yet. Sorry,” Sebastian says, hoping to let him down easy and not at all expecting for his phone to be taken from his hands.
“There,” Curtis hummed happily, handing the phone back over. “Now you have my number. And you can text me so I can have yours.”
Sebastian is in the middle of trying to figure out whether this guy is for fucking real or what his problem was when his cab arrives. Clearly he was inexperienced in the area of one night stands and, frankly, it was a little sad that at 14 years-old Sebastian had a better grasp on how to handle these things than the man who had just fucked him into the leather seats. But if Curtis wants to make this into something more than what it is to assuage his guilt or whatever Sebastian will let him happily continue with that delusion for a little while longer.
He waits until he’s ten minutes away before deleting the number.
xxx Blaine had been all anybody talked about since the moment he had arrived on Dalton’s campus. Sebastian hadn’t been particularly inclined to believe any of it. A man who was treated like a god was seldom worth it.
He wasn’t even planning on going to the Warbler performance, but James bodily dragged him through the hallways and out into the courtyard saying, “if you’re thinking about joining them you should at least hear them first.” (He hadn’t really been considering it, had just mentioned to his roommate that he sang and danced a bit. His plate was more than full enough with soccer and lacrosse.)
Everyone was just milling around even though the performance was due to start five minutes ago, clearly waiting for someone. Just as the crowd was starting to get restless a short boy came bursting through, throwing his satchel carelessly to one side before taking his place at the front of the group.
Sebastian had to admit he was pretty good looking, although more endearing than anything else. The potential was clearly there, however. Give it a year or two and a growth spurt and he would easily be the hottest guy in school.
Then he started singing and Sebastian mentally took back everything he had just thought because with a voice like that looks pale in comparison.
Less than a week later he auditioned for the Warblers with an overly sexualized version of Down, accompanied by an excess of suggestive hip movements and never looking away from the honey-eyed soloist.
By the end of the song Blaine was flushed cherry red and the council members were barely able to conceal their amusement. For a moment he thought he might have gone a little too over the top, but once the giggling and nudging died down, he was told to return the next day at 6.15 for the rehearsal.
The first month he flirted shamelessly with Blaine. Practically every other sentence oozed with innuendo. The results were mixed; his advances obviously appreciated but not really reciprocated, although the attraction between them was pretty undeniable. But his thinly disguised blowjob offers are continuously turned into coffee runs and ‘watching a movie’ which, apparently, actually means watching a movie.
It takes James reminding him that, actually, most high school sophomore aren’t that experienced in the realm of casual sex for him to realize that maybe he had been taking the wrong approach. Blaine isn’t looking for someone to get off with, he’s looking for someone to be with.
The idea of being in a relationship kind of freaked Sebastian out. As he understood it, trust, honesty, and commitment were all pretty paramount to the whole dating thing and none of those were qualities he particularly possessed or even valued.
But somehow in the last few months, he had grown to quite like the other boy—for more than just his body even. And he thought that if he could date anyone it would be Blaine Anderson.
Unfortunately they got off to a bit of a rough start because Blaine, it seemed, had thought that all their trips to the Lima Bean had been dates and was thus less than thrilled when Sebastian confessed his willingness to try monogamy. (And really, he had only been with four other guys since the school year started, which was practically monogamous.)
Eventually Blaine recovered from his embarrassment at ‘having made the whole thing up in my head’ and Sebastian spent way to long reassuring him that it wasn’t completely a fabrication, more a misunderstanding.
They went on their first real date to a coffee house in Columbus and held hands as they walked to and from the car and the night ended with Sebastian Blaine to his dorm room and Blaine pressing a kiss against his cheek.
They’ve had two major fights. The first occurred the spring of their sophomore year, only a few months after they got together and it was over one Kurt Hummel; a mid-semester transfer who looked at Blaine with the biggest heart eyes Sebastian had ever seen. Blaine had taken him on as a charity case and thought Sebastian should do similar. Something about the camaraderie of small town gays or something and how their relationship could be a shining example for him.
He and Kurt hate each other, like cat and dog hate each other. And when Blaine declared that he wanted to duet with Kurt at Regionals Sebastian legitimately considered the merits of committing homicide.
The resulting confrontation took place in the (mostly) empty courtyard and it wasn’t until after their brutal defeat that Blaine and Sebastian started talking again.
When Kurt transferred back to McKinley a few weeks later, Sebastian was the only Warbler to not serenade him farewell. It really wasn’t his fault that it was the only time that the orthopedic was able to see him and Kurt was probably a lot happier with his absence than he would have been with his presence.
There second argument occurred almost a year later.
Everyone expected Sebastian to be a horrible boyfriend. Hell, he expected that he would be a horrible boyfriend. But if there’s one thing that Sebastian Smythe doesn’t do its failure. So from the moment Blaine’s puppy dog eyes begged him out for the first time, Sebastian resigned himself to being the best fucking boyfriend on the planet.
And okay, maybe he forgot Valentine’s day and their six month anniversary. But who the fuck celebrates those anyway? (Blaine, apparently. And of course Valentine’s day is somehow, inexplicably, his favorite holiday.) But Sebastian liked to think he made it up to him in the end, and he only relied a little on his money to make that happen.
For him, the hardest aspect of that was not pushing Blaine beyond his boundaries, sexually. Before Sebastian Blaine had only been kissed twice and gained all of his knowledge from porn and not from actual experience. He wasn’t a prude or anything, but for a kid from Ohio his options were severely limited. Even at a place as accepting as Dalton, the vast majority of the school was, in fact, straight.
And, at heart, Blaine was a romantic. When it came to fooling around he was more than willing but he had drawn a line at actually having sex. While Blaine could concede to the fact that sex could, in fact, be meaningless that wasn’t what he wanted and it certainly wasn’t how he wanted his first time with Sebastian to be.
Sebastian accepted that, even if he found it frustrating, and after they talked about it (or well, Blaine had talked about it while he anxiously drummed his fingers against his leg, desperately wanting to avoid any talk of emotion and commitment) he had taken it very seriously.
Following their Sectionals win there was a Warbler’s party. Everyone was absurdly intoxicated and when Blaine pushed him into an empty room he could barely even identify his boyfriend.
Apparently Blaine had gotten it into his head that night would be the ideal time for them to have sex.
Not only was the spare guest room of Trent’s parent’s house dramatically unromantic, but Sebastian was pretty positive that any sudden movements would cause him to throw up. (Mixing tequila and bourbon never, ever ended well and he was unclear on why, exactly he hadn’t learned that already.)
So he had said no and, when Blaine persisted in trying to undo his belt, had actually pushed him away. Probably a little harsher than was necessary, in retrospect.
And suddenly it was like the world had exploded. Blaine was yelling and he was shouting. Blaine felt rejected and unwanted and Sebastian felt used and confused. They hadn’t even talked about sex in months and he had no idea where this was coming from and Blaine had decided to rather liberally use the word promix-quous—enough that Sebastian ceased finding the humor in his slurred mispronunciation of the word and started to actually become offended.
Happily, he had blocked his specific responses from his mind. But he’s pretty sure they weren’t as scathing as normal, because Blaine hadn’t been reduced to tears. Fighting with Blaine was actually really hard, because he was a significantly better person than Sebastian was in almost all possible ways; Sebastian did get better grades, but somehow the .25 differences in their GPA didn’t really seem that relevant or hurtful.
Sebastian is pretty sure that they actually broke up, but Blaine had no recollection of that so, once they calmed down and sobered up, they opted to pretend like that part of the exchange hadn’t happened. The rest was a bit more difficult to ignore and Thad almost sent them off to couple’s counseling before they managed to resolve their differences.
Eventually it had happened and life mostly continued on as normal, although there was a certain awkwardness that hung around their sex life; both too acutely aware of where the boundaries were in ways they really hadn’t been before. Not that that had stopped them from continuing to act the part of the horny teenagers they both so obviously were, but at the end of the day there was always a little bit of dissatisfaction hanging over them.
For the rest of the school year Blaine would occasionally, vaguely hint at the fact that maybe he as finally ready for more, but never in a way that seemed sure enough for Sebastian to want to act on that. So he just let the allusion slip by unnoticed and tried to make up for it by kissing him all the harder so he’d know that he was still wanted.
The end of finals in June meant the start of their separation period; Blaine would be spending the summer at home and Sebastian was returning to Paris to take summer classes at the Université Paris. He was there for six weeks before embarking on a grand tour of the continent with some of his friends.
They skyped a lot. Enough that Aimee threatened to steal his laptop and hold it captive for the rest of the trip. She actually did confiscate his phone when she caught him texting on their night out and thereafter he was forced to leave it home when they spent time together. When they travelled he was allotted 14 hours a week to call back home, none of which could be used during their travel time.
As much as he enjoyed his tour, he found himself missing Ohio more than he ever thought he would. He actually began a mental countdown to his return, although he would never admit that to anyone. And should someone ask, he was only aware that he would be touching down in Cincinnati in 2 days 12 hours and 37 minutes because Blaine was keeping him updated on such things.
To say his trip back is painfully long would have been an understatement. Having minimal tolerance for the foolishness of others, he had never been a particularly happy traveler. Throw in the screaming children that were two rows behind him the entire flight from Budapest to New York and the three hour delay to Cincinnati and he was vowing to never fly again. Walking, he was pretty sure, was a better option. The only redeeming aspect of the entire day is that Blaine is waiting for him just on the other side of baggage claim. The Anderson's were off celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary in Hawaii and Blaine and Sebastian would have the house to themselves for an entire glorious week. Sebastian firmly planned on not moving from Blaine's bed for at least two days excepting trips to the kitchen and to take advantage of the jacuzzi tub in the master bath. If only his fucking luggage would come. He knew it had made it on the plane-- had watched it be carelessly manhandled by men who looked like they would rather be anywhere else-- so now it was just a matter of waiting. And waiting. Finally he sees it. It was one of the few that wasn't decorated in some unbearably gaudy design or brightly colored. Simple and black, but distinctive enough that he could spot it from a fair distance away. He grabs it from the carousel, a little more gracelessly than would have been ideal and hurries away. Entering the arrivals bay he could have sworn that he felt Blaine's presence before he even saw him. A thrumming energy that practically quivered in excitement. Or maybe that’s his own heart rate speeding up in anticipation. "Hey, you," he greets the lump that was trying its best to burrow its way into his torso. "You'd think I'd been away for years." "It's been months," the lump moans and Sebastian was pretty sure that he is currently being sniffed but each to their own. "56 days, to be exact." "56 days too long?" "Well, maybe 54. It's nice to have a break every once in a while," teases Blaine. "I missed you too," whispers Sebastian into his boyfriend's temple. Blaine hums happily in response. "Let's get you home. I bet you're exhausted." "That would be one word for it." they load up the trunk of Blaine's Audi with Sebastian's things and he climbs into the passenger seat. Normally Sebastian hated not driving. Stupid Americans, he claimed, didn't know how to properly navigate traffic. Blaine, especially, was bad. Always using his turn signals and keeping a car's distance space between him and the next driver. But he is so tired he could barely keep his eyes open and even Blaine's grandmotherly driving was preferable to falling asleep behind the wheel. "The three options for tonight are bath, food, bed. In any order," Blaine's voice pulls him awake and he felt the cessation of the purring of the engine, meaning they probably had made it to Blaine's house. "Ate in New York. And I'll probably drown in the bath. But it would be nice to not smell like airplane..." "Can you stand long enough for a shower? I'll do all the work. You just have to stand there and look pretty." "Two things I rather excel at, if I do say so myself."
The shower almost ends in disaster because, while Blaine had filled out very nicely over the past year, he hadn’t actually grown that much (although his fingers were still crossed for a late growth spurt.) Sebastian has about half a foot on him and, while Blaine should certainly be applauded for his efforts, he was pretty useless when Sebastian actually dozes off while standing up. Luckily it had only been for a second and he manages to catch himself as the floor came hurtling at him.
He doesn’t even have the energy to properly glare at his boyfriend for the mishap, just mumbles about how he would pay for it before letting his eyes drift shut to enjoy the way Blaine’s hands scrub through his hair.
At some point he manages to stumble from the bathroom down the hall to Blaine’s room. Or at least he assumes he did, because suddenly he’s ensconced in a comforter that smells like perfection and all of his bones are still intact so Blaine couldn’t have carried him. But he’s completely and deeply unconscious within seconds of his head hitting the pillow and how he got there mattered so much less than the fact that he was there.
When he wakes up the next day it's to a warm body nuzzling its way into his side and intermittent kisses being dropped onto his chest. Although the blinds were tightly shut rays of light were struggling to shine through, indicating that it was rather later in the day than he had planned. "How long have you been awake?" He asks Blaine, tightening his grip around his boyfriend's waist. "Couple hours. It's almost two." "You didn't need to stay in bed with me. You could've gotten up." Neither Blaine nor Sebastian were particularly fond of just lounging around in the mornings; too used to too much schoolwork or other things that needed doing to be able to enjoy such luxuries. "Thought about it. But this is infinitely better than cleaning the oven, or whatever else it is my mom wants me to do before she gets home." "Glad I rank above menial household chores." Despite the fact that he knows his breath is probably rancid he can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss Blaine. "I could certainly get used to this." "Go brush your teeth than get your ass back here. I know how much you hate kissing with morning breath and you have two months to make up for." "It's disgusting. I still don't know why you want my mouth anywhere near yours when it tastes like a dog threw up unwashed gym socks." He rolls his eyes and made for the bathroom. "What can I say? You're just that irresistible," Blaine calls after him. Never before had Sebastian brushed his teeth so quickly, even skipping his morning floss, he was so eager to get back to bed. Two months really was too long to spend away from Blaine, which didn't bode well for their college years but, luckily, they had a time to figure out how to deal with that. Hurrying back down the hall he practically jumps back into the bed causing Blaine to laugh teasingly and mumble, "Someone sure is eager." "I haven't had a decent orgasm since the school year ended, so sue me," he groans mouthing at Blaine's neck. His hands tease along the waist line of Blaine's pants, enjoying the way his stomach muscles spasm beneath them but not yet intending to do anything about it. "Seb," Blaine moans face already flushed. "I was thinking," he catches Sebastian's wrist and pulls it up so he could kiss at it, wanting to have as much contact as possible after their long separation. "We should... I mean if you want to..." he stutters in a way that only Sebastian ever seemed to be able to cause and that gorgeous blush was spreading. "I love you and I'm ready... for us to have sex. If you are?" He had managed to gain confidence during the proposition itself, but it was rapidly disappearing because all Sebastian could do was stare. "It's fine if you aren't ready!" he hurries to reassure, looking mildly horrified. "I know you wanted it to be kind of special. But neither of us really wants flowers or some cheesy fancy hotel somewhere cliché. And I've missed you and I love you and it would be special for me. So--" "Of course I want to. I love you too," Sebastian's brain finally catches up with the situation. "You don't even know how much I want to." he surges upwards to kiss his boyfriend and when that didn't feel like enough he hugged him as tight as he can. "Oh thank god." Sebastian barely has time to start feeling guilty about exactly how relieved Blaine looks before he is being flipped on his back and basically ravished.
Blaine had just reached down to ease his pants off when his stomach rumbled mortifyingly loudly. He hadn’t been lying when he told Blaine he had eaten in New York, but it hadn’t really been a large meal. More like half a muffin that was too dry to choke down all of and the largest coffee he could buy. The last time he had eaten a proper meal he had been ordering off a menu in a language he didn’t know with only the waiters broken assurances that it was a local favorite.
“Food!” Blaine pushes himself up and looks almost as embarrassed as Sebastian. “You’re probably starving.” Scrambling off the bed he grabs his slippers and his robe from the hook on his closet door. Any and all of the confidence he had regained had, once again, disappeared and, while Sebastian adores blushing Blaine he knew whatever he is thinking is ridiculous and probably borderline self-deprecating.
“Hey,” Sebastian says softly, getting up from bed too and going over to Blaine to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. “Bath after breakfast? And then we can come back here and... continue?” He tries not to sound too unsure about it, knowing Blaine would probably mistake it from him not being interested.
Blaine smiles shyly and the blush doesn’t go away, but at least now it was the one that meant he was secretly pleased and more than a little in love. “Right then,” he straightens up, “I am about to make you the best French toast you’ve ever had in your life.”
The French toast is really good, Sebastian thinks. At least he eats it all and made the appropriate number of exclamations over it. But no one could honestly blame him for being distracted because he’s maybe an hour away from finally having sex with his boyfriend and if that isn’t the most distracting thought in the world he doesn’t know what is.
If he were the type to label his emotions, he might say he is excited. He might also say he’s nervous. Instead he settles on feeling a little bit sick.
While he certainly doesn’t see the big deal about sex, he knew Blaine does. It was pretty much unavoidable that the first time was going to be uncomfortable and weird, but he wants to make it was goo d as he can. And as different from him own first time as possible. (On that front he already consideres himself to have a good head start. Not only was he well-experienced, they would be in Blaine’s bed and not the back seat of a random car.)
Mentally, he’s running a list of all the things he should do while reminding himself that he shouldn’t completely plan everything about, because there is no way it won’t be awkward if he’s working off an itinerary or something. But he still keeps going over the bigger things; massage in the tub to help him relax. Blow him first, but only for a little, wouldn’t do for him to come before they even started. Preparation is a given and something they’ve experimented with a time or two before, so he doesn’t have to be too worried about how to do it.
If the way Blaine is blatantly avoiding eye contact is any indication he’s probably doing the same thing; although the concerned frown of his brow suggests that he’s a lot more unsure of what to be thinking.
Sebastian swears to god if he thinks this is going to be like one of those awful pornos they both pretend Blaine doesn’t have on his computer they’re going to have a very long and very humiliating talk because Sebastian has more class than that and far from being a turn on, most of those noises (overly exaggerated moaning and skin slapping together in what sounded like a truly painful manner) just made him never want to fuck anything again. He also didn’t take kindly to receiving instructions in the form of explicit demands. He knew how to get a guy off, thanks. Cries of ‘fuck me harder!’ or ‘right there!’ were more insulting than anything.
He tries not to let his face contort into a pained grimace as he imagined his boyfriend as one of those twinks.
“So... bath?” And how Sebastian ever pictured him like that was unfathomable at the moment, because right then he looked every inch the unsure school boy he was when they started dating.
Sebastian lets him lead the way to the master bathroom were they silently undress as the tub fills; each unwilling to stare but not quite wanting to look away. It isn’t that they had never seen each other naked before and hadn’t spent time intimately looking and learning every inch of the other. But somehow this was different.
Before the water even filled halfway up, Blaine slips into the tub, too flustered to stay standing in the middle of the bathroom. Sebastian gives him a minute to get settled before slipping in behind him. The moment Sebastian’s arms wrap around Blaine’s waist and Blaine settles back against him the tension seemed to melt away. This was them and it was familiar. Something that put them back on known ground.
For a while they just stay there. Blaine singing softly and Sebastian occasionally humming along. Remembering the night before, Sebastian returns the favor and washes Blaine’s hair for him, being extra careful to make sure he doesn’t get shampoo in his eyes.
By the time he’s done washing Blaine's back the older boy is basically putty in his hands. Grinning with the successfully completion of step 1, Sebastian lets his hand drift lower, gently caressing his lower back before snaking around to the front and rubbing teasing circles into his hip. He tries not to feel too smug when Blaine tips his head back and his eyelids keep fluttering in an attempt to stay open.
"How about," his hand moves again, this time to dance up and down the inside of Blaine's thigh, "we move this to your room?" Loosely his fingers circle Blaine's half-hard cock and they both moan when he unconsciously thrusts forward.
"Yes," Blaine hisses, grinding back into Sebastian's lap. And they really need to be relocating because bathroom sex is almost always messier than one is lead to believe and if there were the appropriate lube and condoms in here, Sebastian really doesn’t want to know because he can guarantee that Blaine hadn't been the one to put them there.
With a herculean effort he hoists himself up and stumbles to the towels and hastily dries himself off, unable to even look at his boyfriend as he did the same because then their afternoon plans would be rapidly derailed.
Somehow they manage to make it back to Blaine’s room without touching each other but the door hasn’t even slammed closed before his hands are running up and down Blaine’s chest and Sebastian’s towel is falling to the floor. He isn’t sure if he’s the one being pushed or doing the pushing, but they are tripping and stumbling their way to the bed before gracelessly tumbling on it.
Then Blaine is mouthing down his body and it takes all of his effort to remember that now was not the time for Blaine’s tongue to get reacquainted with his dick, even if that was something they would both really enjoy. Really, really enjoy. A lot. And maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he let him. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to go twice that afternoon (or more. It had been a really long time since he had last had sex.) It might even be better if he came first, because nothing would be less special than him orgasming 30 seconds in.
But Blaine would probably think it was more romantic or whatever if he could hold off so it was with great reluctance that he tugs at his boyfriend’s drying curls and manhandles him up the bed.
“I should get the things. The condomsandlube and stuff.”
Sebastian smiles fondly as his flushing boyfriend disentangles himself so he could fumble his way across the room so he could get what they needed.
“Seemed safer than the bedside table. You never know with my mother,” he explained, digging them out of his school bag. “She has a penchant for going though drawers.”
“Isn’t that normal?” Sebastian was far from the authority on what was normal parenting behavior but that sounded somewhat typical.
“Probably.” He shrugs. “But she tends to be very thorough. I blame Coop. Once she found the skeleton of some rodent in his sock drawer. The house hasn’t been the same since.”
“Wow, killer. You sure know how to get a man in the mood.”
“Sorry!” Blaine scrambled back onto the bed. “Although I see it didn’t bother you too much,” he teases, pointedly dragging his gaze down Sebastian’s body.
“Fuck you.”
“Mmm. Yes please,” he syas before rolling onto his fucking back and staring at Sebastian with ridiculously dilated pupils that belied how nervous he had been feeling earlier. Whether that anxiety was passed or had just been diminished by lust, Sebastian isn’t sure.
“Fuck, Blaine,” he groans and is immediately on top of him, kissing wherever he could reach and stroking everywhere else.
“Seb,” pleads Blaine as he works his way down his body.
“Seb,” he whimpers as Sebastian’s lips wrap around the head of his cock.
Too soon for either of their likings he is pulling off. If he could spend the rest of his life tasting Blaine Anderson he would. Giving head had never been a particular favorite of his, but there was something about Blaine that made him like it.
Cautiously he gropes around on the bed for the lube, making sure his movements are clear enough that Blaine knows what’s happening. Blaine’s eyes widen a little but otherwise he makes no reaction other than continuing to swivel his hips in desperate abortive circles against Sebastian’s free left hand.
“Let me know if it hurts?” Sebastian whispers, slicking up his fingers and circling his index finger around Blaine’s entrance.
“I know. I know,” babbles Blaine as he thrust downwards.
“Christ.” It was taking almost all of Sebastian’s efforts to not just take Blaine right then. With as much control as he can manage he slips one finger inside of his boyfriend, moving it in and out for a few minutes before adding another. With the third finger Blaine barely conceales a wince and Sebastian leaned down to take his cock in his mouth again in hopes of easing the discomfort. If the ways Blaine’s breathing quickened and his moans filled the room were any indication it was an effective method.
“Okay, okay, okay,” he chants after another few minutes before moaning obscenely when Sebastian gives his fingers an expert twist.
“You should turn over,” advises Sebastian as he pauses to roll the condom on. “It’ll be a little more comfortable for you.”
“’m fine.”
He isn’t surprised that Blaine prefers the intimacy that this position offers but he takes a moment to study him to make sure he really is okay with it. “Let me know if you change your mind.” He takes a moment to just look at Blaine and tries not to think too hard about what they’re about to do and how, somehow, its different from all the times he’s done it before. Finally Blaine grunts in annoyance, fed up with waiting but understanding of the delay. He shakes his head and presses forward, easing his way in.
It isn’t the first time he had sex with a virgin. Although it is the first time he’s had sex with someone who admitted to their virginity. He had thought he was prepared for the heat and the tightness but now that he’s slowly inching his way in he’s nearly overwhelmed by the sensations. It’s only the look of discomfort of Blaine’s face that steadies his resolve.
He stills himself and recites the Russian alphabet backwards so Blaine can try and adjust to the intrusive feeling. Once Blaine nods he continues to push in, carefully watching his face. He bottoms out and shuts his eyes to take several deep breaths. When he opens them Blaine is looking at him contemplatively. He gives an experimental twitch of his hips that causes them both to moan quietly. He tries again, a little more this time and Blaine is back to chanting okay which he takes as his cue to actually start moving.
Never before has he felt like this during sex and he can’t quite figure out why. Maybe it’s just the Blaine-ness of it all; something inherent about him that makes everything that much better.
When Blaine starts making these cut off whining keens in the back of his throat he vaguely thinks that he might be okay with the two of them for the rest of eternity if that sound is part of the deal.
At some point he screwed his eyes shut, because he just knows that if he sees how completely wrecked Blaine probably looks below him he would be coming in seconds. As it is, his mind is supplying more than a few helpful images to keep him more on edge than he would like to be. But Blaine’s hips are snapping up faster and faster and the keening is more desperate sounding than before.
When he feels Blaine’s hand snake between their bodies his eyes fly open and lock with his boyfriend’s. There’s a moment when everything seems to just stop before they’re moving even more frantically than before. Sebastian’s hand darts down to join Blaine’s and just feeling how fucking hard he is sends Sebastian flying apart.
He can’t even remember his name, let alone figure out which direction is up but he’s scrambling down Blaine’s body and licking up the length of his cock. Blaine’s whimpering at the sudden emptiness he’s feeling from where Sebastian had been filling him seconds before. There’s no lube left on Sebastian’s fingers, but he spits on them and slides three of them inside of Blaine who sighs in relief when Sebastian swallows him whole.
“Seb.” It’s a low groan and it’s all the warning Sebastian gets before Blaine is tensing under him.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” Blaine says eventually. Sebastian barely manages to grunt in response as he crawls back up the bed and nestles into Blaine’s side. “Love you,” he mumbles sleepily.
“Love you too,” Sebastian is pretty sure he replies but he’s half asleep before he even finishes thinking it.
Even after two years together Sebastian doesn’t really consider himself a fan of post-coital cuddling. But sometimes, in moments like this (when he is drowsy and more asleep than not and Blaine’s arms are wrapped tight around him) he might not hate it as much as he claims he does. Sometimes he even intentionally keeps himself awake to experience it a bit longer.
He just reached the stage where he is imaging months and years spent just like this when he’s interrupted by the sound of something thundering up the hall stairs. Blaine jerks awake and looks around in confused alarm as Sebastian tightens his hold on his boyfriend. It is unlikely that a burglar (or really anyone with ill intent) would make so much noise but Sebastian isn’t willing to just take that risk.
Quickly he scans the room looking for objects that would be used as weapons. The absurd bust that Blaine keeps at his bedside would work in a pinch, and he knows that Blaine keeps his fencing and polo equipment under the bed, so if he can get to them they might be okay. Blaine had some boxing knowledge, although he also had an equal dislike of hurting people, but in a life or death situation he could probably be relied on.
“Baby brotherrr,” a voice trills as the door flies open, ricocheting off the wall, giving Blaine just enough time to yank the covers up over them in an attempt to pretend like they aren’t both naked. Although it was mostly a pointless effort because towels and clothes litter the floor between the bed and the door and oh, dear god the condom hadn’t made it all the way into the garbage can.
“Cooper!” Blaine exclaims as his brother comes bounding into the room.
“Blaine!” Cooper stops mid-stride and freezes in horror, taking in the sight before him. “You said you weren’t having sex yet!” Sebastian had been slowly plucking up the courage to roll over so he could see Cooper but just staying there seemed like a better idea, especially when Blaine all but yells back,
“I wasn’t!”
“We had that conversation a week ag-” Sebastian actually felt the shift in the room as Blaine’s older brother put two and two together. “BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON!”
Sebastian rolls over in time to see all the color drain from both Anderson brothers’ faces before his stomach lurches. “Curtis?” He croaks.
“Who?” Both boys turn to look at him in confusion.
“You just must… look like someone I know. “ It was Curtis. Or well, apparently not Curtis. Cooper. But Sebastian would recognize that hair and those eyes anywhere. “Old school friend, from Paris,” he lies hurriedly because Blaine is starting to look as alarmed as he felt.
“Happens all the time,” Cooper blusters with his chest puffed out. "Cooper Anderson." He strikes a pose that is apparently supposed to mean something to him.
Sebastian breathes a sigh of relief that he hadn’t been recognized. His face hasn’t changed that much in the last few years, but he is wearing his hair differently now--longer than it had been in France, especially when it wasn't styled-- and his intensive lacrosse and soccer schedules means he had filled out considerably. Plus, Cooper had been really, really drunk. As distorting as beer goggles were, whisky goggles were even worse.
“Coop!” Blaine shouts, completely scandalized because Cooper is now reaching across the bed to shake Sebastian’s hand in greeting.
“I can’t let down my adoring public, squirt.”
“He is not your adoring public. He’s never seen you before in his life. Now would you please get out of my room so we can put some clothes on!”
“Sure thing, squirt.” Cooper looks too surprised by Blaine’s outburst to argue but not concerned enough to not send an overly exaggeration wink in Sebastian’s direction as he backed out of the room.
They had just sank back into the pillows in relief when the door pops open again and Cooper sticks his head in the room, hand covering his eyes. “Don’t think we aren’t having a very serious conversation about this in the near future,” he informs them before running back out.
“So that was my brother,” Blaine says despondently as they hunt around the room for something to wear. “Typical of him. He hasn’t been home in over a year then he just shows up uninvited.”
“I thought you said your relationship was getting better?” Blaine rarely talksabout his older brother. They were together almost three months before Sebastian even knew that Blaine wasn’t an only child.
Blaine shrugs. “He calls to harass me about life twice a month instead of only once. Mostly we just talk about his career, though. And he gives me tips on how to make it in the real world.”
“Any of them useful?”
“Depends on how useful you think being told to talk in accents to waitresses is. Apparently it gets you all sorts of things.”
“Of this I will make a note,” Sebastian said in a heavy French accent. Blaine, he knows, loves when he speaks French. Often it drove him to the point of distraction, which maybe was what he was hoping to achieve. Anything to never have to see not-Curtis again.
“You are not getting anything from me, Sebastian Smythe,” scolds Blaine. “My brother is downstairs and if we aren’t down there soon he’s going to come back and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he decided to critique my blowjob technique.”
“Kinky.”
“He’s my brother, Sebastian,” hisses Blaine.
Instantly the smirk dies on Sebastian’s lips because joking about sex with Cooper is significantly less funny because he actually had had sex with Cooper. “Sorry.” It seems such an inadequate thing to say given what had happened but this revelation was a secret he was going to be taking to the grave with him.
“C’mon. We should get to the kitchen before he burns it down in an attempt to make lunch.” He takes Sebastian’s hand in his and starts to lead him to the door but before they make it out of the room Sebastian tugs him backwards and presses an intimate kiss into the back of his neck and swats gently at his ass, mindful of the fact that it is probably still sore.
“Love you,” he whispers.
“Love you too.” Blaine smiles up at him; that wide, contagious, beaming grin that Sebastian most loves to see on his face.
He can’t help but return the smile with one of his own. “Let’s go then.” Maybe lunch wouldn’t be so bad after all. (It’s worse than bad, but that’s a story for a different time.)
From Nao (captainkjones) to Baby Bowtie (marlaineanderose)
'If the Fates Allow"
Rating: NC-17 (here there be smut and cursing) Word count: 12, 487 Warning: Just a lot of cursing and very explicit sex scene. Summary: Four spirits. Two boys. Several Christmases.
Comments: Merry Christmas! I'm sorry for anything wrong with the fic, such as grammatical errors and such. I hardly had time to write it. But well...this is how I interpreted your prompt. I hope you enjoy!
“What are you doing for Christmas?”
Sebastian furrowed his brow, wondering how on earth he’d managed to get Peggy from the front desks voice so perfect, until he looked down and realized it was because Peggy from the front desk was standing right next to him.
Sighing to himself, Sebastian took off his headphones, and gave her a curt smile as he replied, “I really haven’t planned on doing anything. I guess I’ll do what I always do on the weekends.”
He hoped that was enough, but he knew it wasn’t. Sebastian mentally counted down the second it took for her to respond, hitting pause on the song in the meantime.
“But Sebastian, you can’t go clubbing on Christmas Eve! No one is going to be there,” she said, rolling her eyes and laughing that pathetically high pitched squeal of hers. Sebastian made the mistake of looking down at her, and she smiled wide before adding, “Won’t your mother miss you and want you home?”
Practically laughing at the idea of his mother, or his family in general laughing at him, Sebastian shook his head. “Peggy, my mother wouldn’t miss me. She wouldn’t care if I were there either. There are plenty of parties going on around the city, I’ll pick a club and go there.”
He gave her a quick smile, before straightening up again. He glanced at the floor they were on, before noticing they weren’t even close to the bottom. Sighing, he waited for what she would say next.
Her voice was small (which Sebastian had previously thought was impossible for her) as she said, somewhat sadly, “But isn’t it depressing to be alone on Christmas Eve?”
The answer was simple, and yet for some reason Sebastian took a while to answer. He cleared his throat, his eyes watching as they approached the bottom floor. He shook his head finally, and answered, “I won’t be alone, I’ll be in a club full of people.”
What would a forty year old woman with a family understand about him, Sebastian thought? Her idea of Christmas and Christmas Eve included children and family, something that Sebastian tried to avoid at all costs. The numbers got closer, and they were only two floors away from the bottom.
“Sebastian,” she said, her voice suddenly happy. He furrowed his brow and looked down at her, because somehow while he’d been in his head, she’d been trying to figure something out. Her smile was huge, and it made Sebastian want to step back in fear for what this crazy, red headed woman had up her hideous fuchsia cardigan sleeve. “Why don’t you come over to my house for Christmas?”
It literally took all he had in him not to laugh. Younger Sebastian would have in a heartbeat, but Sebastian now knew that being an adult meant feigning graciousness and being somewhat nice. Sadly, it wasn’t what he liked to do, but he’d learned that laughing at someone’s face was something that should typically be avoided, especially if you wanted to keep your job.
So instead, he smiled, forced before he shook his head and said, his voice dripping with as much pretend gratitude as he could manage, “Oh Peggy, that’s really, really sweet of you. But I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I wouldn’t want to impose.”
Peggy looked up at him, and opened her mouth to say something, but by then the doors had opened. Sebastian thanked the great powers of the universe, and quickly turned to her, his smile genuine this time, talking quickly before she could get a word in, “Thank you, Peggy. I hope you have a lovely Christmas and New Years and I’ll see you back in a few days!”
Sebastian put on his headphones as soon as he was out of the elevator, his designer shoes clicking against the tiles as he smiled, happy to have dodged that bullet. Christmas might be a time for family for other people, but the only thing he wanted to do this Christmas Eve was get piss drunk.
He was grateful to be out of the cold as soon as he got into his apartment building. Sebastian hugged himself in an attempt to warm up as he climbed up the couple flights of stairs it took to get to his apartment, whistling softly to himself as did. He’d turned off his headphones, putting them in his bag as soon as he was at his door. Sebastian pushed his keys into the lock, only to find it was already unlocked. A wide smile spread onto his lip.
The door opened with just a push, and he stepped inside his warm apartment, taking his time to take off his coat and put his bag down. But that smile stayed on his lip as he walked further into the hall, until he stopped as it opened up to the living room. Because right on the couch sat a dark haired boy and Sebastian’s smile widened.
“Hey you,” he drolled out, laughing happily when his voice made Blaine jump at the sound.
Blaine turned around at his voice, and smiled at him as he saw Sebastian walking closer. Sitting up on his knees and leaning forward into the couch, he looked up at him and said, “Hey. Sorry, I let myself in with the spare key when you didn’t answer your text messages.”
“No biggie,” Sebastian answered, shrugging nonchalantly as stepped closer. He moved forward until he stood over Blaine, his hands rising to run through Blaine’s ungelled curls. It had taken him years to convince Blaine to stop gelling his hair, but he’d finally gotten it to work out. One day Blaine would thank him.
His eyes closed at Sebastian’s touch, and he let out a soft little hum. For a moment, Sebastian was mesmerized by his face, before he leaned down and pressed his lips against Blaine’s without a second thought. Because this was what they did now. Blaine lifted his arms and wrapped them around Sebastian’s neck, causing Sebastian to lean down further and turn a simple kiss into a harder one.
` His lips slid open, and Sebastian couldn’t help but smile as Blaine let out a tiny moan the second their tongues met. He could feel Blaine start to give into him, and he sucked his lips into his, prolonging it as much as he could.
Pulling away, Blaine’s lip snapped back as he smiled at Sebastian, rolling his eyes as he said, “You really don’t waste any time, do you?”
Sebastian’s smile was wide, and he shook his head as he leaned closer, touching his nose to Blaine’s as he whispered, his voice amused, “Should I?”
The only answer he got in return was a tiny shake of Blaine’s head, and it was all he needed. Sebastian leaned his head back down, his fingers burying hard in Blaine’s hair as he crashed their lips together again. It was rough, it was unhindered; it was exactly what he needed after a shitty day of stupid questions.
Sebastian pulled away for a second only to jump over the back of the couch, just as Blaine leaned back against the arm rest. He smiled up at Sebastian, and Sebastian could do nothing but smile up at him as he leaned down to kiss him again. His stomach flipped at the moan that had left Blaine’s lips, and his hands moved down Blaine’s sides and up under his shirt. He could feel Blaine shiver at his touch, but he didn’t pull away. In one deft, swift movement, Sebastian pulled away and pulled off both Blaine’s sweater and shirt, leaving his beautiful, tan skin exposed to Sebastian’s hungry eyes.
“Fuck you’re hot,” he managed to rasp out, before he leaned forward and began sucking on Blaine’s neck. Sebastian marveled at the warmth radiating off his skin as he sucked hard, biting down lightly and hoping to everything he left a mark.
Blaine was moaning underneath him, his arms pulling up at his shirt. Sebastian ignored him though, moving his lips down over his collar bone and starting to press kisses over his warm, beautiful skin. But Blaine kept tugging and whispered, his voice breathless, “Off.”
Rolling his eyes as he sat up, straddling Blaine’s lips, Sebastian pulled off his own sweater, before he started undoing the buttons of his shirt. He hadn’t thought this through though, and although he’d hoped on teasing Blaine, Blaine took things into his own hands. Quite literally as well. Blaine leaned forward, and quickly started undoing the buttons of Sebastian’s jeans, before pulling them down.
Sebastian had half a mind to push him away and keep toying with him himself, but within a second, Blaine had pushed down his boxer-briefs and had his hand wrapped around his semi-hard dick. All Sebastian could do was moan, and he closed his eyes tight and bucked his hips into his hand as Blaine tightened it around him. He cursed under his breath, opening his eyes, looking down to find Blaine looking up at him with a wide smile.
Somehow, it was as if Blaine read Sebastian’s mind. He leaned forward and opened his mouth, taking his cock in it. Sebastian gasped, before his hands quickly grabbed the back of Blaine’s head, if only to steady himself and keep Blaine’s perfect mouth there. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue swirling around his head. For a second, Sebastian was sure Blaine just wanted him to cum in his mouth, before he realized the amount of spit he was using. Blaine wasn’t just giving him a blowjob to get him off. Blaine was getting him ready. That thought made him groan out.
Which only earned him a wide smile from Blaine as he pulled his mouth off of his dick, but not before placing a kiss right at the head, which made Sebastian laugh. Sliding out from underneath him, Blaine pulled off his jeans and boxer-briefs as quickly as he could, before settling back down on the couch. Only this time he was on his stomach, with his knees underneath him and his ass pointing straight up. He turned his head to look up at Sebastian, a beautiful blush spread onto his cheeks as he simultaneously spread his cheeks. “Please,” he moaned out, his eyes pleading.
How could Sebastian even start to refuse him? Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Blaine was begging for it, and Sebastian needed to give it to him. Taking off his pants and briefs completely, Sebastian positioned himself behind Blaine, sitting down cross legged on the couch as he looked at his puckered hole. He moved his hands over Blaine’s, and spread him, holding back a low groan from leaving his lips as his bit down hard on them. Without a second thought, without even caring, Sebastian leaned forward and brought his lips onto his asshole, licking it slowly.
Blaine let out a low moan, and Sebastian smiled as he stuck his tongue out, running it over him somewhat teasingly. But he couldn’t tease too much, if only because both of them knew just how much they wanted this. He licked until he felt Blaine had relaxed enough, before he slipped his tongue inside of him. He got a grunt from Blaine in response, and as he felt Blaine push back onto his tongue, Sebastian brought his hand down to his cock and stroked himself as Blaine fucked himself onto Sebastian’s tongue.
“Now,” came Blaine’s desperate cry, and he could tell that his legs were shaking. Sebastian smiled as he pulled his mouth away, before pressing a kiss against Blaine’s perfect ass. But he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to me inside of him, and Sebastian quickly shifted so that he was on his knees. Spitting down onto his dick, he didn’t care if it was going to be a tight fit without any lube; he held his cock as he aligned himself with Blaine’s ready asshole.
It took a moment, but Sebastian got his head past Blaine’s sphincter, and after that both of them just sighed. His fingers dug deeper into Blaine’s skin, pressing into his hips as he moved Blaine back onto his dock. Sebastian moaned, and Blaine pressed his head down against the arm rest as he hissed out. It was so raw, and Sebastian thought his body would cry out and cum from just the way Blaine was clenching down onto him. He gasped out, and shivered when he finally had himself fully sheathed inside of Blaine.
Sebastian took the moment to lean forward and kiss Blaine’s back, letting him get accustomed to the size even though they’d done this plenty of times. Sebastian bit playfully at Blaine’s spine, getting a sharp squeal out of Blaine that made both of them laugh. He leaned forward more, and pressed a kiss right at the back of his neck, which caused Blaine to turn his head and look back at him. This was the only slow moment they’d had since Sebastian had walked in, and they took it in as if it lasted for hours. Blaine’s eyes were huge, and Sebastian stared for a while, before he leaned forward and captured his lips in a slow, languid kiss.
But it was broken as Blaine moved his ass forward slightly, beginning to fuck himself slowly on Blaine’s dick. And Sebastian wasn’t having any of that, as sexy as it was. Pulling away, he smiled wide at Blaine’s pout before he straightened his back. With his hands still on Blaine’s hips, he gripped him tight and pulled his ass forward, setting a quick, rough pace.
The couch started squeaking, and Sebastian was sure the couple down stairs would complain like they always did whenever he was too frisky. But he didn’t care. He kept moving his hips at the same pace, slamming into Blaine’s ass hard, making him moan out with each movement.
“Fuck me hard,” Blaine said, his voice low and rough and absolutely delicious. Sebastian smiled wide and picked up the pace still, one hand moving from Blaine’s hips to slowly travel up his back. He got a shiver from Blaine’s body in response, and he rammed into him as his hand found Blaine’s shoulder. Holding on, he pushed him back harder, moving them in tandem so that they met in short, quick, rough movements. Blaine had his head leaned back as he gasped out, short of breath as he kept repeating the same word “fuck” lowly under his breath.
And even though Sebastian wanted to stay buried inside of him for days, even though he wanted to stay inside of him for hours fucking him until Blaine was a mess, Sebastian knew he couldn’t. Reaching around with his other hand, Sebastian grabbed Blaine’s cock and stroked him, timing his strokes perfectly with his thrusts into him.
Within minutes Blaine screamed out, much louder than he usually was as he came into Sebastian hand. His body shook and contracted around Sebastian’s cock, and for a moment Sebastian was sure he would lose it and cum inside of him. He slowed down as Blaine came down from his high, watching the way his back expanded and fell at every heavy breath. His hand moved from his shoulder to slowly trace over his skin, but not once did Sebastian forget that he was still rock hard inside of Blaine.
Neither did Blaine though, apparently. Turning around as he pulled out of him, he lay down on his back and scooted forward. With a smile up at Sebastian despite his heavy breathing, Blaine opened his mouth, and took Sebastian’s hard, dripping pre-cum cock into his mouth, and Sebastian swore he saw stars. All Blaine had to do was twirl his tongue over his head and press the flat of it against his slit and Sebastian felt a twisting in his stomach. He pulled on Blaine’s hair as his hand reached out to bury itself there, and Blaine took the signal to know he was about to cum. He lowered his mouth fully onto Sebastian’s cock, and hallowed out his cheeks as he sucked up, and Sebastian came in an instant, shooting into Blaine’s mouth.
They lay naked on the couch, Blaine holding Sebastian to his chest, Sebastian’s head against Blaine’s heart. He could hear his heartbeat, and he closed his eyes and let himself be wrapped up by the sound of Blaine’s breathing and his heart. Sebastian was utterly spent, and he knew it was getting late and he needed to get up and go get ready if he wanted to go out tonight, but right now he was content where he was.
He hummed out softly as Blaine started playing with his slightly damp hair, and smiled against his skin when Blaine pressed a kiss onto his head. There was something about the way Blaine touched him that just beat every other guy he’d ever fucked, and Sebastian just hoped this wouldn’t end. He felt himself start to nod off to sleep, but was woken by Blaine’s soothing voice.
Only his words weren’t so soothing.
“I wanted to ask you something,” Blaine said, his lips close to Sebastian’s hair, muffling his words somewhat. But Sebastian still heard them, and he groaned as he pressed his face into Blaine’s chest. Nothing good came out of a sentence starting like that.
Turning his head, Sebastian shifted so that he could look into Blaine’s eyes without straining his neck, but stayed close to Blaine. Raising his eyebrows, he asked bluntly, “Am I going to hate it?”
From the way Blaine bit his lip, Sebastian could tell this wasn’t going well. Blaine cocked his head to the side, before he let out a long sigh and nodded. Sebastian pulled away from him instantly, but Blaine reacted faster, wrapping his arms around Sebastian and saying, “No, no. Please just hear me out, okay? You might not hate the idea, Seb. Just listen.”
He raised his eyebrow at Blaine and gave him an incredulous look, but Blaine wasn’t backing down. All Sebastian could do was sigh and he leaned forward into his arms, and said once he had hooked his leg over Blaine’s, “Fine. Pitch it to me.”
Sebastian smiled at Blaine’s laugh, glad that he had gotten the reference to his job. But he could see the slight nervousness behind Blaine’s eyes as he took a breath and started talking, his fingers conveniently running over Sebastian’s skin to soothe him at the same time, “I was thinking. You haven’t gone home for Christmas in years, and you know I have a late train back to Ohio. So I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and spend Christmas with my family. And then there’s a reunion with everyone from McKinley too tomorrow. I really don’t want you to be alone.”
And although he hadn’t laughed at Peggy’s face, Sebastian laughed at Blaine’s. He scoffed, before he shook his head and said, without needing to think it through, “No. I’m absolutely not going to go back to Ohio and spend Christmas with your family and your public school friends.”
Blaine frowned hearing that, and rolled his eyes before he looked straight at Sebastian. “You’re seriously going to stay here by yourself at Christmas?”
“Nope,” Sebastian said, smiling wide as he shook his head again. “I’m going to go out clubbing tonight, and I’m going to bring someone home. I won’t be alone.”
He watched as Blaine’s lips tightened into a line. Blaine opened his mouth to speak, before he shook his head and closed his eyes, as if to gather his thoughts. His eyes opened again after a beat, and he asked, his voice even, “If you’re worried about them thinking you’re my boyfriend, they know about us. They know we’re not together.”
Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh, and he raised his eyebrow as he asked, “So what, they all know we’re fucking?”
Blaine sighed, but nodded. Sebastian could tell he was hardly in the mood to deal with him right now. “Yes, they know,” he said, looking at him. “So they won’t bother you.”
But Sebastian couldn’t deal with this anymore either. Pulling away, he got up from the couch and started walking towards his kitchen, not caring if he was naked. As he walked, he said, “Blaine, I’m not going to your family’s dinner party or to your Glee club reunion. I’m not hopping on a train with the guy I’m fucking who I’ve gone to school with for years to go eat with people who hate me.”
Leaning forward as soon as he stood in front of his fridge, Sebastian reached in and grabbed a water bottle. He took a slow drink from it, and out of the corner of his eyes saw Blaine, equally naked, standing against the door frame.
“You don’t have to be such a dick, you know,” Blaine said, his voice a strange mixture of anger and disappoint meant as he crossed his arms over his chest. “They don’t hate you.”
Sebastian laughed as soon as he was done drinking, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and he raised an eyebrow at Blaine. “You can’t be serious,” he said, with an amused smirk. “Blaine, they hate me. I can you just imagine the dinner conversations? ‘Why yes, Mrs. Anderson, I do remember almost blinding your son.’ ‘What was that, Kurt? Oh yeah, I am the guy your ex’s been fucking regularly for almost six years now.’ Blaine, drop the subject.”
As he moved past Blaine to walk into his bedroom, Sebastian could feel him being followed. He counted to three, and right on the mark, Blaine started.
“Is that all I am to you? Just the guy who you’ve been fucking for months? After all these years, that’s seriously all I fucking am to you?” Blaine said, practically screaming as he followed Sebastian into his bedroom.
Sebastian just sighed, and turned around as they stood in the dark room. His voice was honest, almost achingly so as he answered, “Yes, Blaine, that’s all you are to me. I’m not your boyfriend, and I don’t really owe you anything. So I’m not going to go to your Christmas dinner, but thank you for the invite.”
Standing there for a moment, Blaine’s chest was heaving from anger as Sebastian stood there calmly. He waited for Blaine to say something, and as he opened his mouth, nothing came out. Instead, Blaine shook his head, and turned around sharply before heading out of the room.
Sebastian glanced down, before he nodded once to himself and moved towards his dresser, picking out an outfit to go out in. He was trying to pick between the black shirt or the white one, when Blaine appeared in the doorway of his room again, now fully dressed.
They looked at each other for a moment, and Sebastian understood without Blaine needing to say it that this was going to be the last moment they were getting together like this. But when Blaine finally spoke his voice was laced with disgust and anger as he said, “Merry Christmas, Sebastian.”
The door was loud as it slammed, but Sebastian made no reaction.
This time as he walked up the stairs, he was singing show tunes, something Sebastian claimed to hate. Blaine was rubbing off on him though, and he groaned at the thought, but it wasn’t enough to kill his buzz. Sebastian was alone, unlike he’d told Blaine. But he was piss drunk, just like he’d promised himself he would be earlier today. He caught himself as he tripped slightly on the stairs, and laughed loudly at himself.
“Stupid stairs,” he mumbled, petting them softly before he stood up again and managed to walk the rest of the way. Sebastian frowned when he saw the door would need the key to open, and fumbled with it for a moment before turning the key and stumbling inside. He stifled his laughter, and began to strip out of his clothes even before he’d closed the door.
His feet dragged him to bed as he wore nothing but his tight boxer briefs and socks, and Sebastian unceremoniously fell onto his bed as soon as his legs felt the mattress. He a loud groan, he slid his drunk and sore body up until his head rested against the pillow, and fell asleep without so much as a second thought.
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There was a loud bang, waking Sebastian up in an instant. His head shot up from the pillow, and his eyes went wide before he looked around the room to see what it was. As he did, his eyes caught the clock. In large blue numbers, it read 1:30, and Sebastian gathered that somehow he’d only been asleep for less than an hour.
“Merry Christmas,” he mumbled to himself as well, as soon as he noticed that it wasn’t Christmas Eve anymore.
But there was still noise coming from somewhere in his apartment, and as Sebastian glanced over at his door, he saw a faint stream of light coming from his living room. Without thinking, Sebastian instantly reached for the baseball bat he kept by his bed. Chicago was a dangerous city, and he wasn’t going to take any precautions.
He held the baseball bat high as he got out of bed, pulling the covers back. Slowly and quietly, he walked from his bed towards the door, silently twisting the door knob and opening the door to see what was going on.
The TV was on, and Sebastian remembered a movie he’d seen years ago about a girl and a well. He took a deep breath, his fingers gripping the baseball bat tighter as he stepped forward into his apartment, looking for whoever was in it.
That was when he noticed someone’s head sitting in the couch, and he instantly remembered Blaine sitting there earlier today. Closing his eyes as he tried to gather his thoughts and focus, Sebastian walked towards the couch. He came up behind them, and acting on instinct, quickly swung the bat.
But the person didn’t flinch. Whoever was sitting there didn’t seem fazed by the fact that they’d just been hit in the head with a metal baseball bat. And it was all because Sebastian had swung it, and instead of hitting them on the head, the bat went straight through their skull, as if they were made of air.
As if they were a ghost.
Sebastian’s eyes went huge, and he didn’t notice he was shaking until the bat dropped out of his hands and hit the floor with a loud thump. That made them turn around, and Sebastian’s eyes widened as he stood face to face with no one other than his own father, his features only half distinguishable in the faint glow of the TV.
A wide smile, unlike any Sebastian had actually seen on his father’s lips, spread onto his “father’s” face. But his voice was the same as he said, “That’s one way to greet your dad, kid.”
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“What are you?” Sebastian finally asked, after turning on the lights and putting on a robe. He sat on the arm chair near his couch, looking at what he could only describe as some sort of apparition in the form of his father.
His “father” straightened up, pulling his lapels until they were perfect and leaned forward. It was so strange to watch, as it was a perfect imitation of his father’s stance whenever he was about to give a speech. Sebastian sat there in both horror and amazement as he said, “I’m just a spirit, taking the form of your father to get a point across. Your father’s the perfect example of the fate we’re trying to get you to get rid of.”
Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed, and instantly he looked up at him, but all he saw was his father’s blank, but serious stare looking back at him. With a sigh, Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair and asked, “What in the fuck are you talking about? Am I high right now? Did someone slip something in my drink?”
The spirit’s expression didn’t change, and Sebastian cleared his throat. “What you do in your spare time isn’t up to us, Sebastian. You could be, but I assure you what’s happening right now is as real as everything else in your life.”
There was something about the “it” was speaking that made him shiver, and Sebastian looked away, unable to look it “his father” for too long. His head was spinning, and he was certain that this was nothing but a figment of his imagination, and yet Sebastian had to ask, his voice stuttering.
“Why my father? What fate does he represent?”
His “father” looked at him, and with a deep sigh, stood up. Sebastian watched as the spirit in front of him started pacing back and forth, in the exact same way he always did when telling Sebastian something. But then he stopped, and turned to look at Sebastian directly.
“Your father is exactly what’s going to happen to you if you keep living like this, Sebastian,” he said, his tone dark. “No, actually, your fate would be worse than your father, because at least he pretends to have a family. You know what your father does. You know that he’s an unloving, strict man who has been cheating on your mother since you were young. He cares about no one but himself; just like you.”
Even Sebastian was hurt by those words. Frowning, he shook his head and said, standing up so that he didn’t feel so small, “That’s not true. I care about a lot of people.”
The spirit laughed, and it was the only thing that didn’t sound like his father. It was a low, booming sound, but there was something about it that chilled him to the bone. Sebastian hated being laughed at to begin with, but right now it was making his skin crawl.
Calming themselves down, the spirit shook its/his head at Sebastian and said, “And yet you’re alone on Christmas. You push everyone away, and you’re going to end up alone and miserable for the rest of your life if you don’t listen to what we have to say.”
Sebastian’s eyes fell upon the lamp, and for a moment he tried concentrating on waking up. He decided he didn’t like this dream anymore, and yet every time he looked up, his father’s image was still right in front of him, staring at him as if waiting for him to say something. With a shaking voice, Sebastian finally asked the question that had been on his mind, “What do you mean by we?”
“There are four of us,” the spirit said, and Sebastian’s eyes went huge as he slumped back down into his chair. “Three spirits will visit you tonight, each with a message to show you. Each of them will show you something in your life, and you may or may not like it, but they all have something important to tell you.”
With a nod, Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair again, his breath shaky as he let it out. Looking up at the spirit before him, Sebastian asked, his voice filled with desperation, “And what if I don’t want this to happen? What if I don’t go with them?”
He watched as the spirit lifted its shoulders, his “fathers” shoulders, into a shrug. “Then you’re never going to know what it’s like to be loved. You’ll never know what it’s like to fall in love.”
Sebastian opened his mouth to say he didn’t care for love, but somehow, his words were stuck in his mouth. His body was shaking, and all he could do was look up at his “father” as he started walking closer to Sebastian. Slowly, the spirit stepped forward until it stood right in front of him. Their eyes met for a moment, and Sebastian shivered as the spirit lowered its hand and brushed it through his hair.
“This is your chance to turn your life for the past twenty seven years around, Sebastian,” came the voice of the spirit, now completely unlike his fathers. Sebastian realized he’d closed his eyes, and as he opened them, he saw nothing but a sphere of light before him, and felt a radiating heat. As it slowly dimmed, the lamp in the corner turned off with it, until Sebastian was left alone in his dark living room, surrounded by his impending doom.
It was safe to say Sebastian could hardly go back to sleep. For some reason, too, he kept the bat in his hands as he sat up in bed. He was waiting for any sign of life. He was waiting to yell at the top of his lungs for when this next “spirit” came. Because there was no way on earth he was actually going through with this. He’d figured out the only logical explanation was that someone had slipped something awful into his drink, and Sebastian was having a ridiculously bad trip right now.
The worst trip in the history of drugs.
However, sometime around two in the morning, there was a noise again. Sebastian breathed in, but this time he was ready for it. He kept the grip on his bat as he walked out of his bedroom, his movements not as slow as the first time. The living room was lonely, the TV was off. Instead, this time, there was a light coming from the kitchen. Sebastian swallowed hard as he held his bat high.
But as he walked into his kitchen, he saw the last thing he was expecting to see. Right in front of an open fridge with food all over him, sat well…him. Only he was much smaller and wearing bunny footie pajamas. Sebastian couldn’t quite pinpoint his age, but he guessed this was him at around seven.
His eyes went huge and he didn’t let go of the bat as he stepped forward and asked, “Who are you?”
Little Sebastian looked up from the box of yogurt he was eating, and smiled wide as soon as he saw Sebastian. He giggled as he put his things down, leaving the mess on the floor as if he didn’t care or have enough manners to clean it up, which Sebastian knew he had at that age, and walked right up to Sebastian. His hand was out held, and his smile was more innocent than Sebastian remembered any of his being. “I am the ghost of Christmas past,” he said, his voice high and just like Sebastian’s at that age.
Furrowing his brow, Sebastian shook his head and mumbled, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
And yet somehow, the spirit who looked like himself shook his head, and kept smiling as it answered, “No. I’m not. I got distracted by your fridge, but I’m here to teach you about your past.”
Shaking his own, actual head, Sebastian walked up to the fridge and began picking things up. As he did, he said, occasionally glancing back at the miniature version of himself before him, “Thank you, but no thank you. I’m going back to bed and forgetting all about this.”
There was silence for a moment, and Sebastian smiled to himself as he figured he’d finally shaken these spirits away. Moving over to the garbage disposal to throw away the opened yogurt, he didn’t even look over his shoulder to see if he was alone now or not. He didn’t need to, anyway, because a second later, a piercing scream started.
Sebastian’s eyes went wide and he turned around to find Little Sebastian standing there, his hands in fists with his mouth wide open, screaming at the top of his lungs. And he remembered that sound, he remembered it because it was the exact same sound he himself made at that age whenever he wanted something.
And he also knew the only way to get him to stop was to give him what he wanted.
Hesitantly, Sebastian stepped forward until he stood in front of himself. Taking a breath, he crouched down and stuck his arms out, holding onto his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. With a small, extremely forced smile, Sebastian said, “Okay. I’ll promise to go with you. All of you.”
The crying stopped, and instantly Little Sebastian smiled that innocent smile (only it wasn’t so innocent anymore, Sebastian thought now that he knew what a tricky devil he was) as he wiped a stray tear away from his eyes. “Good,” he said, his voice somehow higher than before. “Let’s go!”
---
Sebastian found himself out on the snow in nothing but his robe, still holding a bat. One moment he’d been standing, holding onto a spirit that looked like his little self, and the next he was standing in practically ankle high snow.
And yet somehow he wasn’t shaking. The snow touched him, but didn’t melt, didn’t burn. Sebastian smiled at this, and for a second forgot all about his nightmare and started twirling around happily. He forgot about the way Blaine had left him, he forgot about the fate that apparently awaited him, he forgot about how lonely his apartment was back in Chicago. But that was when he noticed he wasn’t in Chicago anymore.
It was also when he noticed he knew exactly where he was.
They were standing outside of Sebastian’s childhood home in Ohio, back when they had lived in the outskirts of Columbus and not Westerville. This was his last house before he’d gone to Paris. The stately house had not aged a day, and Sebastian felt a tug of a smile spread onto his lips as he looked up at it.
“Are you done?” said his younger, high pitched voice, his tone impatient.
Sebastian then remembered where he was, and looked down before he found where he was standing. “Little Sebastian” stood by the window, where Sebastian hadn’t even noticed a light was streaming in from.
“Someone lives here now?” Sebastian asked as he stepped closer.
Shaking his head, “Little Sebastian” just kept looking inside, until he finally lifted a finger and pointed, indicating that Sebastian needed to look for himself.
As he stepped closer, his eyes went huge. Inside was his old family room. Inside there was a Christmas tree and stockings and toys. Inside there was a fire burning bright. Inside his father and mother sat in big chairs as they watched a much younger version of both Sebastian and the spirit open a present.
“Is that…” Sebastian asked, his voice trailing off as he stepped closer, pressing his fingers against the glass. Even if he couldn’t feel the cold of the snow, somehow he could feel the warmth of inside.
He looked to the spirit for an answer, but all it did was nod. Sebastian kept looking inside, watching as his much younger self finished opening the present to find a toy car inside. And for some reason, his face lit up, and for some reason, he instantly got up and ran to hug his father. Sebastian felt a pang in his heart, before he scoffed. “Why am I seeing this?” he asked, his voice bitter.
“I’m trying to remind you your life wasn’t always so lonely, Sebastian,” the spirit answered, his eyes on the scene in front of him. “This was before your father started his first affair. This was before you caught your mother crying in the living room when you were my age. This was when Christmas was warm for you.”
The scene in front of him changed, and somehow the fire seemed to dim although it stayed a light. The room became more crowded, and the image of the one-time happy family was lost in a sea of adults standing up and talking, all of them holding wine glasses. This was a scene a lot more familiar to Sebastian than the previous one, and yet it left him with a knot in his stomach, the warmth of inside suddenly lost.
“Your parent’s annual Christmas party,” the spirit said, and Sebastian nodded instantly. He remembered them, how could he forget.
He shook his head and scoffed, before looking down at the spirit and saying, “If you’re trying to tell me there’s some sort of happy memory in here, you’re lying. There’s nothing happy about this.”
“Little Sebastian” finally turned away from the window, and looked up at Sebastian. There was sadness in his eyes, and he shook his head as he finally said, “No. There’s nothing happy about this. This when you started pulling away from people, Sebastian.”
For some reason, Sebastian looked back at the scene. He watched as a very young teenaged-self walked into the room, his hands in his pockets, his head down. He couldn’t have been a day older than thirteen, and the knot in his stomach tightened as he was flooded with feelings of how it had felt to be so alone. He remembered the months that followed, and the way he had turned to anyone for affection. He remembered the arms he had crawled into just in hopes to lose the feeling of loneliness.
The scene before them went dark, and everything else did as well.
---
When things came back into light, they no longer stood in the snowy lawn of his old house. Instead, they were at a much familiar parking lot of Scandals, no snow on the ground, but from the way mist formed with his breath Sebastian knew it was still winter. There was an ache in his stomach, and he looked down to see “Little Sebastian” was still with him.
“Where are we now?” he asked, but got a shake of his head in reply. Sebastian rolled his eyes and wondered where that happy boy had gone, unaware of how much that thought actually meant.
The side door of the seedy club opened, and Sebastian furrowed his brow as an eighteen year old him stumbled out, surprisingly alone. He furrowed his brow, and forgot all about his little spirit self as he stepped closer to try to see what he was doing. Sebastian watched as his younger self reached into the pocket of his jacket and made out with a pack of cigarette, hitting the side to make one slide out before he took it into his mouth. Reaching for a lighter, his teenage-self lit the cigarette, and took a slow drag from the cigarette.
The scene seemed inconsequential. It was just like any other night that year. What lesson could come from this? But then the phone rang, and teenage Sebastian instantly reached for it. Sebastian watched as he pressed the phone against his ear, his smile wide as he spoke, “Killer? What are you calling for?”
Older Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed, and he whispered Blaine’s name as he kept watching. He watched as the smile fell away from his face, he watched as he threw the cigarette onto the floor and stomped it out. He saw the way he ran his fingers through his hair and said, “Killer, calm down. What’s wrong?”
There was silence as Blaine spoke, and Sebastian turned back to look at “Little Sebastian” as he asked, “What is this?”
The spirit stepped closer, his voice and face suddenly serious beyond what his years should allow him. Nudging his head towards teenage Sebastian, he said, “This was the night you and Blaine actually became friends. He called you because he was in New York with Kurt and he felt lonely because he didn’t really feel like he was wanted there. You kept talking to him, standing like that in the cold for hours until he fell asleep.”
Sebastian looked back at the scene, and noticed the caring, concerned crease in his eyebrows, and the way his voice was lower, soother. Sebastian was rushed with overwhelming feeling, and softly to himself, he whispered, “I remember.”
If “Little Sebastian” heard him or not, he didn’t know. Instead he just stepped forward until he stood right next to him. They watched the scene for a second, watching as teenage Sebastian’s mouth curled into a smile, and he laughed. Sebastian couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen himself smile like that. Or more so, he could; and it was only around Blaine.
Looking down at the spirit, their eyes met as “Little Sebastian” said, his voice now just soft, “This was the happiest Christmas you’ve had in years.”
---
Everything was dark again, but slowly as Sebastian blinked his eyes, everything came into light. Around him, a plane came into focus. He was sitting in a seat, and when he looked over he saw “Little Sebastian” still next to him. Sebastian felt like rolling his eyes, and wondered when on earth this was going to end.
As he opened his mouth, “Little Sebastian” held a finger to his lips and smiled suddenly. Whispering, he said, “Don’t say anything. You’ll wake them up.”
And before Sebastian could ask who he meant, he looked over at the aisle across from them and saw a scene he remembered as clear as yesterday, if not clearer. There he was, holding a sleeping Blaine in his arms despite the fact that they were on a small airplane back home for Christmas. He looked at the smile in his face, and the way Blaine as so comfortably pressed into his chest.
This was their sophomore year of college at NYU, and Sebastian remembered Blaine convincing him to come home for Christmas. He remembered that flight and the way they had laughed until they were tired. The way they had played around at the airport as they waited for their flight. He remembered the radiant smile on Blaine’s lips every time Sebastian hugged him. This was before they started fucking, this was them as best friends.
This was the happiest Christmas Eve he’d ever had.
---
Sebastian wasn’t sure if he could take anymore. That knot in his stomach was tighter than it had ever been before, and he honestly felt like he was going to throw up. Sebastian couldn’t help but remember the last scene and want to cry knowing that Blaine and he had fought just a few hours before. The happiness surrounding that night in the airplane and airport was stripped away by the fact that he had ruined it all.
The dimness was coming into focus again, and Sebastian wasn’t sure if he could do this one more time, let alone two more times with the next ghosts. His heart was aching, and he sighed as his old apartment from his senior year at NYU came into view around him.
“I can’t keep doing this,” he managed to croak out, looking down at “Little Sebastian” who’s expression was back to blank and dark. Too dark for someone that young.
But he reached out for Sebastian, touching his arm softly, and said, “This is the last one from me, I promise.”
All he could do was nod, before he looked around and waited for the scene to start. And with the loud opening of his bedroom door, Sebastian had a feeling it was about to start.
Out he walked, just twenty-two years old, shirtless but wearing boxers. His expression was tight, and Sebastian waited to see who followed. Behind him was Blaine, wearing the same thing as Sebastian as he followed him. The scene was eerily similar to what had happened earlier today to himself.
“It’s just Christmas, Sebastian!” Blaine called out, his voice loud. He sounded hurt, and Sebastian knew without remembering what he had done that it was his fault. “Why the hell do you hate it so much? You don’t even need to go to your family’s house, you can come to mine.”
He watched as he turned around to look at Blaine, his eyes glaring and yet his voice cold as he said, “Why? Give me one good reason why I should go with you, Blaine. I’m not your boyfriend, and it doesn’t make a difference if I’m here or there. So go have Christmas with your family and I’ll be here, with half our other friends who hate their families.”
Blaine’s face fell, and he watched as he sort of caved into himself as he walked back into Sebastian’s room. Sebastian stood there in his briefs, as if time had frozen.
His heart was beating wildly, as he noticed the eerie similarity between the scene at the moment and the scene early on today. How many times had they had this conversation? How many times were they going to keep having it? His heart clenched. Sebastian stepped forward and looked at himself; and without thinking, knowing full well he couldn’t hear him, started yelling, “What are you doing? Go after him. Go tell him you’ll go with him, you idiot!”
But Sebastian didn’t hear him. Instead, he stepped forward into his bedroom only to have Blaine walk out fully dressed a moment later. He brushed past Sebastian, and for a moment he thought that was it. Until Blaine turned around, and hugged Sebastian from behind. They stood like that for a few minutes, and Sebastian watched as Blaine kissed his back and whispered, “Merry Christmas, Seb.”
The scene started to dim, but older Sebastian shook his head. He started following his memory of Blaine as it fated, until he walked out the door and disappeared, not turning around despite the way he was calling out his name. His memory of himself stood in the doorway to his room, before he stepped inside and slammed the door. Exhausted and unable to take any more of this, Sebastian slunk down onto the door and started sobbing.
He cried, wondering how on earth Blaine had kept coming back to him after the way he treated him. He wondered how many times he’d said those words that looked like they slapped Blaine in the face every time he said them. How many times had he told him he wasn’t his boyfriend, only to invite him over a week later and treat him like he was? Everything around him darkened, and he sobbed, his cries only getting louder as he felt a hand on his back.
“Little Sebastian’s” voice was distant as he whispered; “We’re done.”
When he woke up, Sebastian was on the floor of his kitchen. But from the darkness around him, he could tell it was still night and that this wasn’t over. He still had two more ghosts to go, and as he wiped his tears away as he managed to pick himself up from the floor. His head was banging, and he had a feeling it wasn’t just from the fact that his body was dehydrated.
Everything in his apartment seemed normal, and Sebastian rubbed the back of his head as he stepped out of his kitchen turning on the light. He didn’t even bother with the baseball bat, telling himself he’d pick it up in the morning. Seeing as everything looked normal, Sebastian sauntered his way back into his bedroom, and fell down onto his bed face first, hoping this was done.
He was asleep for maybe five minutes until he heard a piercing voice that was all too familiar.
“Sebastian!” Peggy’s voice called out, high pitched and happy as ever. “Wake up! We have work to do.”
Groaning, he turned onto his back and looked up to see Peggy standing over him in his bed. Shaking his head, Sebastian buried his face in his hands and mumbled, “Peggy, or whoever you are, please go away.”
She laughed though, and shook her head as she reached forward in an attempt to shake Sebastian awake. Sebastian rolled away, and hopped out of bed, if only to stop himself from being touched by the middle aged secretary who worked at the advertisement firm he worked for.
Once up, he looked down at her and she just smiled up lightly, in a very un-Peggy manner, as she said, holding her hand out just like the previous spirit had, “You can call me Peggy, since that’s how you know me. But my official name is the Ghost of Christmas Present.”
Sebastian just nodded, running his fingers through his hair before he tightened his robe around himself. Sitting down on his bed, he said, his voice deadpan, no evidence that he was crying earlier, “Let me guess, you’re here to show me how my Christmas could have been if I had just gone with Blaine to Ohio?”
“Peggy” just shook her head though, before she sat down next to Sebastian. Putting her hand on his knee, she said, “Sadly, no. I’m going to show you exactly what’s happening right now without you.”
His heart, which he had thought was tight against his chest before, tightened even more, and Sebastian had to take a shaky breath before he nodded again. He didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to keep doing this. His body couldn’t take anymore, but he knew the only he could be done with this was to actually go through to the end of this. So he just nodded, and looked to meet her eyes.
“Okay.”
---
Sebastian could feel a floor underneath him, and soon a room he didn’t recognize came into view. Peggy sat next to him, but as soon as everything came into focus, she stood up and started making her way towards the door. He figured he had no other choice but to follow her down a very familiar hallway. He looked back, and realized they had been in his old room. His old room that had been remodeled into a guest bedroom, as if any remembrance of the fact that he used to sleep there had been wiped away by his parents.
There were distant voices, and Sebastian furrowed his brow as they kept walking through the large house. He knew the way, and yet he still followed Peggy as if he didn’t. But he had a question he needed to ask her.
“Why Peggy?”
The spirit turned around, and smiled again before it shrugged and turned back to look ahead. The answer came a second later, in Peggy’s annoying voice, “Aside from Blaine, Peggy is the most constant person in your life, Sebastian. Isn’t that sad? You hate her, and yet she’s the only person who’s constantly been around.” They walked down the stairs in tandem now, and the spirit looked over its shoulder and at Sebastian as they continued, “Her ‘hello’ every morning when you walk into work is the only thing in your life hasn’t changed in years, Sebastian.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but the argument fell flat as soon as he stepped into his living room. Around him, people his parents age walked around and drank, laughing at boring jokes. It was like every other Christmas party they had had, and Sebastian once again didn’t see what he had to learn from this.
They kept walking, and Sebastian picked up a wine flute as one of the waiters came around with a tray full. Drinking it in one sip, Sebastian hissed lightly and looked at Peggy. “My parents have a Christmas party every year, what’s the difference?”
Looking up at him, Peggy leaned closer to him as she pointed across the room to a young, handsomely intimidating man with perfect posture. Sebastian watched him as his father walked up to him, patting him on the back as he pushed him towards a group of people. They instantly started talking to him, and Sebastian noticed the ease at which he spoke to them, truly unlike the fake ease he tried to put on whenever he was at one of these events.
“That is William. William has been working for your father for years. And tonight is the night your father is going to announce that William is going to be his successor,” Peggy said, in a voice that didn’t really remind him of Peggy at all.
Sebastian had to scoff, before he shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “So what? I knew I wouldn’t be chosen, so I don’t see why this is important.”
His voice trailed off as he watched as his mother came up to both of them. He watched as his father leaned forward to kiss her, and how it didn’t seem forced. He watched as she brought William something to eat, and his heart tightened at the sight.
Peggy, while that scene had played out, had moved in front of him. Sebastian looked down to look at her, his eyes meeting hers as she said, “Your parents love him like he’s their son. And it’s mostly because they don’t have a son to love.”
He listened to her words, but looked up to look at all three of them. William looked nothing like them, and yet somehow standing in the middle of them, he looked more like their son than Sebastian thought he ever would. His heart was beating loudly, and the scene started to dim around in once again. But just before it faded out, William looked up and met him straight in the eye, holding his stare until he disappeared into darkness.
---
He really wasn’t sure how much more he could take. How many more times would he have to live through this fade in and fade out of scenes as if his life were some poorly edited movie? He felt like he was about to throw up, and as an unfamiliar kitchen faded into view around them, Sebastian was shaking his head fervently, repeating, “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this, I can’t do this I can’t do this.”
But Peggy’s spirit had none of its counterparts nosy caring personality, and Sebastian, who thought he’d never miss that, all of a sudden wanted it more than anything else in the world. Instead, he just felt her arm on his shoulder, which made him look down at her as she nodded his head in some strange way to show that she understood. “This is the last one for me.”
Sebastian decided to take comfort in those words, and took a deep breath before he nodded himself. She smiled curtly, and opened the swinging door of the kitchen to reveal a living room filled with laughing kids around his age. And instantly he recognized every single one of them. Santana sat on the couch, a wine glass in her hand as she laughed at something Brittany was saying. Sam stood near the fireplace, doing some strange impersonation that had Tina, Artie and Mercedes laughing at him. Rachel was playing the piano in the corner as Finn looked at her. All of these people he’d distantly known once upon a time. All of these people Sebastian only hardly tolerated, and yet for some reason he felt lonely watching the happiness of the scene in front of him.
His eyes glossed over the crowd as he looked for him. Sebastian searched until his eyes hit very familiar dark hair. Only it was gelled down, as if all his hard work had been for nothing. Blaine was sitting at the window seat with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. He was smiling, and that’s when Sebastian saw he wasn’t alone. In front of him sat Kurt Hummel, with a similar smile on his face. Sebastian’s heart clenched ready to explode as he watched Kurt’s hand move forward and squeeze Blaine’s knee.
The touch was enough to have him turning around to look at Peggy in an instant. “Why this? Why am I seeing this?”
Peggy just tilted her head up, and raised an eyebrow, before she said, in the tone that Sebastian associated so heavily with her, “Sebastian, I think you know that. Now that he knows for sure how you feel, Blaine has no one to hold on to his feelings for you.”
His voice was stuck in his throat, and he felt the room start to twirl as he heard that. When he finally managed to speak, his voice was shaking as he asked, “His feelings for me?”
Sebastian could just barely see her head nodding, but the room went dark again as it spun out of control. Sebastian was left in the darkness with the words, “He loves you,” ringing in his ears.
This time when he woke up, he was once again on his bed. But there was no noise. There was just an overwhelming need to get out of bed. His feet were heavy though, and Sebastian felt as if his body weighed a thousand pounds as he crawled out of bed and slowly began to move from his bed towards his door. It was closed again, but then he remembered that “Peggy” and he had disappeared from inside of his room.
And as he walked closer, a warm, bright light appeared at his door, and opened it for him, revealing a dark room. Sebastian had no choice but to follow the light.
It was dark as he stepped inside and started walking, but Sebastian kept following the warm light. It flickered like a candle, and yet he could swear he saw a face in the light.
“Who are you?” Sebastian asked, his voice small and tiny and very unlike himself. For a moment it appeared like the light had turned around and looked at him, but it said nothing and kept floating forward, causing Sebastian to keep walking into the endless void.
As the light grew brighter, Sebastian saw a room slowly come into view around him, until it wasn’t a room, so much more as a large, spacious apartment. He kept walking until he finally stepped in, and the dark void behind him disappeared and turned into the rest of the apartment. Sebastian stood there without so much as an explanation as to what he was looking at or where he was. He waited to figure things out. Waiting in hopes that it would all be over soon.
The phone started ringing, and Sebastian sighed as no one got it. He moved to try to pick it up, but as he did, it just kept ringing. It kept ringing until his machine got it, a robot voice telling them to leave a message. There was a beep, and it started.
“Sebastian?” The voice was his mothers, and he closed his eyes tight. “Sebastian, we just wanted to call to wish you Merry Christmas. Your father can’t come to the phone, and I can’t be here for long, but Merry Christmas. Remember to send Thank You cards to anyone who sends you presents. Bye.”
And that was it. No ‘I Love you’ nothing about her presents. Nothing. And that was when Sebastian looked around the apartment and saw there was no tree, no trace of the holiday around him. It looked like his current apartment. Only bigger and emptier.
Sebastian hugged himself even though he was warm, and turned as he heard the door open. He watched as a middle aged version of himself walked into the apartment, holding his mail in his hands. Sebastian stood as he watched him look through the stack as he put his designer brief case down, and watched as he chucked a letter into the garbage by the door and continued to walk into the apartment.
He studied him as he walked in, looking him over. Sebastian had to say he approved. He’d aged well, and although he looked older he still had his classic good looks. It made Sebastian smile. But there was something about the way he held himself that made Sebastian want to gag. He was regal, he was stiff, and there was something lifeless in his eyes. Sebastian watched as he undid his tie and flung it across the room, before moving to the kitchen. As Sebastian moved to the garbage, curious as to what the letter he had thrown in was, he looked up once it was in his hands as his older-self came out of the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey in his hands. Shamelessly, he tilted his head back, and took a long swig from the bottle.
His stomach felt queasy.
Sebastian’s fingers trembled as he held the letter, but his curiosity got the better of him as he saw who it was from. From Blaine Anderson, it said in the corner, and Sebastian’s heart tightened to the point where Sebastian was sure he was going to faint. He opened the letter with shaking fingers, pulling out the card.
It was a simple thing, with a big “HAPPY HOLIDAYS” in bright red letters with a blue snowy scene behind it. Sebastian felt a small smile tug onto his lips, but it soon fell the second he opened the card and looked inside.
Because inside there was a picture of Blaine and his family. A picture of Blaine with his arm around Kurt, and a curly haired girl in between them in a beautiful red dress. At the very bottom is said, wrapped up in a wreath, ‘Happy Holidays from the Anderson-Hummel family’, and Sebastian could have gagged at the very sight of it.
He tilted it up, even though he wasn’t sure if he could take anymore, until he saw a note in what was unmistakably Blaine’s handwriting. His heart fell down into his stomach at the thought that this standard card was probably all he ever got for Christmas from Blaine.
The note at the top read, “Seb, I hope you’re having a great time. Come visit us one day, I miss you. And I wish you could meet Rose. You’d like her. Merry Christmas, Sebastian.”
There was no ‘love Blaine’ at the end. There wasn’t anything but those three words to close the message, and Sebastian felt tears swell up in his eyes. But as he turned his head to look over at what his older self was doing, he just sat on the couch, still drinking straight from the bottle. And the world around him caved.
Sebastian’s knees buckled and he fell onto the floor, burying his face in his hands as he couldn’t stop the tears. He didn’t want this for his future. He didn’t want any of this. He knew he pushed people away, and he knew he hated the idea of having to be around your family because of a socially constructed holiday, but he didn’t want to be alone anymore. His heart felt full, but at the same time empty, and Sebastian just wanted to feel whole again.
“I don’t want this,” he choked out, as he opened his eyes to look up at the light spirit, at the ghost of Christmas Future. He shook his head and kept saying it over and over again as the light grew bigger and bigger, until the entire apartment was enveloped in light and Sebastian was swallowed with it.
This time when Sebastian woke up, there was light outside. At first, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what time it was, he didn’t know if it was all over. But when he opened his eyes, he got all the answers. Sebastian knew exactly what he needed to do, and he couldn’t explain why he had leaped out of his bed a second later.
He just knew this was a beginning, and he wasn’t going to take it for granted. Not anymore.
Sebastian almost didn’t shower, but remembered he had to as he jumped into the shower, taking the fastest shower in his life. It was like he was on auto pilot, his body telling him to get ready so that he could get out of his life. As he got dressed, Sebastian reached under his bed for his suit case, quickly loading it with everything he could find, and figuring he could buy the rest when he got there. And as he closed the suitcase and finished getting dressed, he knew there was something he had to do before he left.
It was a miracle he had found some place early, but he did. Without thinking, he bought everything he saw fit, finding a gift for everyone and more. He didn’t think twice. He just knew that it was now or never.
It had taken a few calls and a bit of snooping, but Sebastian figured out where Peggy lived and took the subway there. The house was small, but it looked like her, and Sebastian smiled at the thought. For a moment, he debated dropping the presents at her doorstep and leaving, but that wasn’t the point.
He took in a deep breath as he rang the bell, and waited for her to open it.
And luckily for him, it was Peggy who opened the door. Her hair was a mess, and she wrapped her robe tight around herself as she saw Sebastian, his hair still wet from the shower standing outside her door, standing right outside of her door.
“Sebastian?” she stuttered out, her eyes huge.
He managed to smile, and it didn’t feel forced. With a nod, he held out the presents in his right hand, and said, his heart racing wildly, “I got you something. And your husband something. And your kids. There’s also some wine for your lunch, or breakfast, or dinner, whenever you celebrate Christmas.” Sebastian took a breath, not noticing he had been racing as he spoke. He chuckled at himself, before he smiled widely at her and said, “I came by to say Merry Christmas, Peggy.”
Peggy’s eyes went huge, but she smiled and stepped forward to hug Sebastian tight. And although Sebastian was in a hurry, he reached out and hugged her back. They stood there for a few moments, before Peggy pulled away and asked, still smiling, “Would you like to join us for Christmas, Sebastian?”
His heart warmed at the invitation, but he shook his head. “No thank you, Peggy,” he said, smiling up at her as he stepped down a step on her stoop. “Maybe next year? This year I need to go apologize to someone and if I don’t get on a plane within an hour, I’ll be too late.”
Peggy just laughed, before she nodded. Sebastian smiled at her, before he stepped off her stoop and ran off.
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If his heart had been racing earlier, his heart was pounding now. Sebastian didn’t know if he could do this, but he took a breath and told the taxi to wait there as he looked up at the large house he remembered from high school. He hadn’t seen it in years. Yes, Sebastian knew he should have gone to his parent’s place first, but right now this seemed more important. Right now, he needed to patch things up with him. If everything worked out right now, he was sure he could find to fix things with his parents.
He took a breath, and stepped out of the taxi onto the snow covered ground, and hugged his coat to himself as he walked up to the house. He was shivering, but it wasn’t the cold. Sebastian Smythe was nervous beyond words, and he wasn’t exactly sure if he was being crazy, or if he was doing the right thing.
But if he didn’t do this, he knew how his life would turn out. And that was the last thing he wanted.
As he walked up to the porch, Sebastian breathed in and closed his eyes, before he lifted up his hand to knock on the door.
The wait was brutal. Every second dragged on like a year, and Sebastian wasn’t sure if he knew what he would do if someone else answered the door. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to speak, or if he would just go running in the opposite direction. Everything was spinning, and he knew that the only thing that would keep it in place was if he opened the door.
Slowly, almost teasingly, the door opened. Sebastian held his breath, until he looked down at Blaine, his hair messy and his eyes half closed as he rasped out, “Sebastian?”
It took all he had not to make some pathetic noise at the sound of his name, but instead Sebastian just nodded, smiling softly. “Hey,” he said, his voice soft and uncharacteristic which he could tell Blaine also thought from the way his brows furrowed. “Am I too late for Christmas?”
They stood there for a second, and Sebastian took the moment to look Blaine over, finding him adorable in his Christmas pajamas and messy hair, wanting to see him looking like that more often. His heart was overwhelmed, and Sebastian’s breath was shallow as he tried to keep himself from passing out. Everything was happening so fast, and his heart was racing in anticipation of being rejected. Until finally Blaine’s lips pulled into a wide smile, and he shook his head. “It’s never too late for Christmas,” Blaine answered, before he held the door open for him.
Sebastian’s lips turned into a wide smile, and he stepped inside of the house, letting Blaine close the door behind him.
He didn’t care if there was a taxi waiting with his presents and luggage outside. He didn’t care if he still had to visit his parents. He didn’t care if this meant he had to sit through a dinner with Blaine’s parents and then one with the Glee club. He didn’t care that he was in for the most completely awkward Christmas in the world. Right now, all he cared about was that this was everything he wanted.
Because Sebastian had no idea what the future held. He had no idea if Blaine would kiss him back after Sebastian confessed his feelings. He had no idea if Blaine was going to let him kiss him at New Years. He had no idea of they were going to go back to Chicago and look for an apartment together, and get married before they both turned thirty. He had no idea if there were children in their future, or if maybe they just got a lot of animals. He didn’t know what the future was like now.
But he’d take his chances.
From Snowflake (sophisticatedloserchick) to Pink Bowtie (coffeewithcourvoisier)
*This is snowflake's fill for PinkBowtie prompt
Title: All I Want For Christmas is You
Prompt: Since he was a child Sebastian has never liked Christmas. It takes him years and falling love to understand why.
Pairing: Sebastian/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3644
Sebastian found out about his parent's divorce on Christmas eve when he was seven.
To be technical his mother, in a angry tangent fueled by the large amounts of alcohol she'd been drinking, told him after his father had phoned in to say he wouldn't make it to Christmas eve dinner due to a problem at work. She then fled to the guest bedroom where she proceeded to cry for the rest of the night. Sebastian also learned that Santa wasn't real when he woke up the next morning to find no presents under the tree or in his stocking. His first reaction was that he'd been bad which is why Santa didn't come. He stood there alone in the living room crying until he realized the truth. Him being good or bad didn't matter because Santa wasn't real. The truth was his mother and father were too wrapped up in their own issues to care about him.
It was then Sebastian grew to hate Christmas. Every single one that followed afterward was horrible.
The Christmas he spent with his mother in Paris at age ten where she partied he whole time with her friends. The Christmas his father left for a business trip leaving Sebastian alone in a large and empty house. To his family Christmas was not a day you spent together. Sebastian never spent his holidays decorating the tree, making cookies, or watching Christmas movies. He spent them alone in his room or in a hotel suite eating take out dinners.
He never looked forward to Christmas. In fact he dreaded it every year. As he got older he never understood why everyone made such a big deal out of it. To him it was just another day of the year but instead people placed high expectations of being happy and loved.
In a ironic twist of fate Sebastian's experiences grew worse after he fell in love with a certain boy.
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Sebastian sat alone in his car in the parking lot of the airport. He received a text from Blaine a couple days ago wondering if Sebastian would mind picking him up. The request was surprising considering the two had just started talking again.
After the failed attempt by him and the Warbler to woo Blaine back to Dalton he assumed he'd never see or hear from Blaine again. To his surprise Blaine texted him the day after he stole back the trophy. It was an odd message. Sebastian sensed that Blaine might have been confused about what he wanted to say when he wrote it. He thanked Sebastian for putting together a Warbler performance he could sing in. Expressed concern as to why Sebastian wasn't captain anymore and that he thought Hunter was shifty. Then to Sebastian's surprise asked if he wanted to get coffee sometime.
Sebastian didn't put too much stalk in the offer. Blaine was a individual of impeccable breeding and manners. He probably wanted to be polite but was actually hoping Sebastian would never agree to it.
Then two days later he received another text from Blaine again asking if he wanted to get coffee. This time Sebastian took him up on it.
The road back to their friendship was not easy. Blaine was cautious around him as if afraid to let down his guard. Sebastian was straining under his attempts to be a nice guy. Finally after a few weeks the two were able to talk like friends again. Sebastian was grateful for the second chance though he worried about messing it up.
“Hey there,” Blaine greeted when he opened the car door and slipped inside, “Thanks for coming.”
“No problem,” Sebastian said offhandedly. True it was late afternoon on Christmas day but he didn't have any plans. He already talked to his mother on the phone from Paris for thirty awkward minutes. His father said he tried to get back home tonight but Sebastian knew that meant he wouldn't see him for days. What else did he have to do besides wandering around a empty house?
“How was your trip?” Sebastian asked as they pulled out of parking lot and onto the main road.
“Amazing,” Blaine breathed out blissfully.
From the corner of Sebastian's eye he saw that Blaine's eyes were warm liquid honey and a wide smile graced his face. He never seen Blaine this happy before. He knew that Blaine had gone to New York with Kurt's father which Sebastian thought was strange. Why would Kurt's father take his son's ex-boyfriend with him? Why in the world would Blaine agree to go?
“That's good,” Sebastian gave a non-committal response. Blaine didn't seem to notice. Too lost in his memories of his time spent in New York.
“I got to see Kurt and we went skating,” Blaine's entire body seemed to thrum with excitement, “I think we might have a chance to get back together.”
“Oh,” Sebastian said in a toneless voice, “How can you be sure?”
Blaine gave him a look as if to say Sebastian didn't get it.
“I asked if I could go to NYADA,” Blaine said, “And he told me he was fine with it.”
“Why would you need his permission?” Sebastian pointed it.
“That's not the reason I asked,” Blaine sighed and shook his head, “It means he's okay with me being back in his life. There's hope that we can still have our dream of being in New York together.”
Sebastian ignored the way his chest constricted painfully at the thought. He knew he didn't have a chance of being with Blaine but it hurt just the same. A small voice inside his head whispered that he wanted to be the one who made Blaine that happy.
“I hope it works out for you Killer,” was all he managed to say.
“Thanks,” Blaine grinned widely at him, “This might just be the best Christmas ever.”
Sebastian disagreed completely but he kept silent and focused on the road ahead of him.
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“Tell me why I'm here again?” Sebastian groused, “I need to get ready for the Christmas party tonight.”
“You have plenty of time,” Blaine waved off his concerns, “Besides you look pretty amazing right now.”
Sebastian sighed but didn't continue to argue. He hated how Blaine's casual compliments made his stomach flutter with pleasure. He wasn't a seventeen boy anymore therefore he shouldn't react like one. He was twenty years old. On his way to receive a degree at Columbia with high honors. In the past few years dated underwear models and Broadway actors. So why did Blaine Anderson still have this hold over him?
The two walked down the streets of New York in silence. Snow gently fell down on the city. Everywhere you looked there was tinsel and wreaths and red bows and all the trappings of Christmas. Christmas musical drifted through the air. If Sebastian was the type to be effected by such things the sights around him would have warmed his heart. Instead he was annoyed of being dragged out here too all this cheeriness against his will.
Blaine led him into a small jewelry store. Before Sebastian could ask why Blaine wanted to be here his friend made a beeline to a case filled with rings. Sebastian walked up to Blaine's side and saw that they were in fact engagement rings. His heart suddenly dropped to the pit of his stomach.
“I can't decide between these two,” Blaine started, “I find this one to be elegant and simple but will Kurt think it too simple? Then this one has a more classic flare...”
Sebastian found himself blocking out Blaine's voice. He couldn't believe how he found himself in this situation. In the past few years the two of them had grown close enough to consider each other best friends. Therefore it made sense that Blaine wanted to have his opinion. However Sebastian had a desperate urge to run out of the store to get as far away as possible.
“Blaine you can't be serious,” Sebastian finally spoke up.
“What?” Blaine tilted his head upwards to stare at Sebastian, “I know you find inscriptions cheesy but Kurt likes them.”
Sebastian had no idea what Blaine was talking about nor did he care. He had yet to get passed the point that Blaine was planning to propose marriage to Kurt.
“You're twenty years old,” Sebastian ignored how Blaine's face fell with disappointment, “You're haven't even graduated yet. You don't have a steady job. The two of you just moved in together a month ago. You're not ready for marriage.”
“We're ready,” Blaine retorted instantly, “Honestly I've been ready since high school.”
“Why now?” Sebastian asked.
“Because it's Christmas,” Blaine said like that explained everything, “This is a special time a year for us.”
“You and everyone else in this city,” Sebastian groused.
“Listen I know this sounds crazy,” Blaine sounded upset now, “But you don't get it. I know that I'm suppose to spend my life with Kurt. Why should I wait till I'm older to marry? I know right now that nothing would make me happier than being Kurt Hummel's husband.”
A large lump embedded itself in Sebastian's throat. No matter how many times he swallowed it wouldn't go away. Blaine stood in front of him with his eyes filled with hope for him to understand and be happy for him. His resolve to be against this idea weakened and fell apart. But the pain remained.
“Get him the platinum band with the blue diamonds,” Sebastian eventually said, “It'll match the color of his eyes.”
“Thank you. Your opinion means a lot to me,” Blaine gave him soft smile, “I know you're against marriage and you probably think I'm a idiot.”
I'm not against marriage, Sebastian thought to himself, just the idea of losing you forever to one.
“You're not an idiot,” Sebastian felt a smile tug at his lips, “A moron definitely but not an idiot.”
“Oh thanks,” Blaine deadpanned as he bumped his shoulder into Sebastian's.
“When are you going to pop the question?” Sebastian asked.
“Tonight at the Christmas party,” Blaine said in excitement, “All our friends and family will be there.”
Sebastian silently decided he'd come down with the flu tonight and would unfortunately not be able to make it.
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Sebastian's regretted kissing Blaine the moment it happened.
The first few seconds were blissful. Blaine's lips were as warm and soft as he always imagined them to be. His tongue tasted sweetly of peppermint from the candy cane he'd been sucking earlier. For Sebastian it was a dream come true until he felt Blaine pull away and reality come rushing forward.
Blaine was not his boyfriend. Blaine had recently divorced from a two year marriage. The only reason why Blaine was over spending Christmas with him was because this would be his first Christmas without Kurt. This time last year Blaine had been in Ohio drinking eggnog with Kurt and his family while Sebastian went to Mexico alone. Not wanting Blaine to be depressed Sebastian had offered refuge in his apartment since Blaine had no where else to go. Sebastian had actually been excited to finally spend Christmas with someone he cared about. Now in a moment of weakness he ruined everything by kissing Blaine.
Blaine pulled back ad gazed up at Sebastian with wide eyes. There was a light pink blush on is cheeks from earlier when Sebastian made Blaine laugh so hard it brought tears to his eyes. In fact that had been the reason Sebastian couldn't hold back from kissing him. However there was no sparkle of amusement in those golden orbs any longer. What remained was a confused and searching look.
“Se-Sebastian?” Blaine stuttered his name out in question.
“Forget about it,” Sebastian hurried to say, “Pretend that never happened.”
Hurt flashed briefly over Blaine's face and it made Sebastian under why. Blaine wasn't the one who was about to be rejected by his long time crush.
“Sebastian,” Blaine said as he drew in a calming breath, “Please let me explain.”
“It's fine Blaine,” Sebastian stood up suddenly wanting to place distance between them.
“But I want you to understand.”
“I do,” Sebastian interjected, “Honestly I do. You don't think that after years of being by your side that I don't know that you'll never love anyone but him.”
The 'Him' didn't need to be given a name. Both knew who it was and that he was gone. Sebastian had been forced to watch Blaine for months carry that loss like a dark funeral shroud. In the past few weeks it had gotten worse. Every Christmas song reminded Blaine of 'Him.' Blaine couldn't bring himself to bake this year because apparently he did it with 'Him.' Blaine cringed at the thought of ice skating or watching Love Actually because those were traditions he had with 'Him.'
Regardless of the large amount evidence that Blaine wasn't going to get over 'Him' anytime soon he had hoped he would. Which is why he was a fool.
“I need to go for a walk,” Sebastian announced when Blaine sat there speechless. Without waiting to see what his response would be Sebastian grabbed his jacket and was out the door.
The night air was freezing. The streets empty since everyone was home spending Christmas with his family. Once again Sebastian was reminded why he hated this time of year. Christmas was for family and loved ones both of which Sebastian did not have. Christmas meant his loneliness being shoved in his face where he couldn't avoid it.
Sebastian wrapped his coat tightly around himself and walked down the icy street. His intentions was to find the nearest bar to drink himself into a numbness that wold last till after New Years. To forget how kissing Blaine for a few brief second made him feel more alive then anything in his life.
“Sebastian! Sebastian wait up!”
Sebastian turned around and was shocked to see Blaine running towards him. He waited for Blaine to catch up with apprehension. Blaine smiled in relief when he reached Sebastian's side. He then bent over to catch his breath. White puffs of mists curled into the air from Blaine panting heavily. Sebastian wondered how fast he ran to catch up. As well he noticed Blaine was just in his jeans and and bright red sweater since he apparently had forgotten his coat.
Blaine reached out to grab Sebastian's wrist to help pull himself up. Surprisingly Blaine didn't drop his hand but instead held tighter as if worried he would disappear again.
“I want you to kiss me,” Blaine blurted out, “But...but I'm just not ready.”
“Blaine I told you it's fine,” Sebastian sighed out, “You don't need to worry about letting me down nicely.”
“You don't understand,” Blaine's free hand drag through his curls in frustration, “I do want to be with you. I want to hold your hand and kiss you and wake up beside you in the morning. And yes, I do want to sleep with you too, in that way.”
“Oh,” Sebastian said in surprise.
“I like you Sebastian,” Blaine gazed up at him earnestly, “I like you way more than you know. Which is why I can't be with you.”
This had to be the strangest rejected Sebastian had ever experienced.
“You're right I don't understand,” Sebastian admitted.
Blaine gave him a rueful smile before turning serious again.
“I just got out of a eight year relationship. After an embarrassingly short marriage I'm a divorcee at twenty four.”
Blaine paused and Sebastian gave him space to collect his thoughts.
“I need time. Time to understand where I went wrong with my relationship with Kurt. Time to believe I can fall in love again.”
Sebastian silently nodded. He had a feeling that would be Blaine's answer.
“I'm not saying this to let you down easily,” Blaine's thumb brushed over the thin bones in Sebastian's wrist.”
“I would be fine if that was true,” Sebastian offered, “You're not obligated to return my feelings Blaine.”
“I appreciate that,” Blaine took a step closer, “But the real reason is that I don't want to mess up what I have with you. If we rush into this too soon then I might lose you. You're not a one night stand or a rebound to me.”
“What am'I to you then?”
“You're my friend but more than that. You've always been by my side and I honestly don't know what I would do without you,” Blaine took a minute to select the right words, “You're my...you're my Sebastian.”
Sebastian felt his heart clench in his chest. He didn't know what to say or even if he could form the words so he just nodded in response.
“I can't promise that I'll be ready today or even tomorrow,” Blaine wrapped his arms around Sebastian's waist to pull him in closer, “But one day I know I'll be able to love you the way you deserve. The way I want to. I know this is horrible of me to ask but...will you wait?”
Sebastian thought he'd wait forever if it meant he could be with Blaine.
“Yeah, Okay,” He smiled at Blaine, “I think I can manage that.”
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Sebastian eagerly opened the door and stepped inside his warm house. His drive home had taken longer than usual due to the heavy snow fall that came out of nowhere. A lot of people at his work were excited that it was going to be a white Christmas while Sebastian wished he lived somewhere tropical or that snow didn't exist to begin with.
He shrugged off his coat and left his briefcase on the table in the front hall. His plan was that he wouldn't do anything work related till New Years. It was Christmas eve tomorrow and it was time he took a well deserved break.
As he walked further into his house he could smell oranges and cinnamon and hot chocolate. He bypassed the brightly decorated Christmas tree in the living room and went straight to the kitchen. His eyes spotted his husband and two children huddled close at the kitchen table. The three of them were decorating gingerbread houses. Sebastian watched them silently and for the millionth time realized he was the luckiest man alive to come home to them.
“Daddy!” His son was the first to notice his presence. His large hazel eyes, the exact same shades as his father's, lit up at the sight of him. He dropped what he was doing and rushed over to him. Sebastian couldn't stop the wide grin on his face as he reached to swing his son up into his arms.
Blaine's reaction was less enthusiastic but just as happy. He walked up to wrap an around around Sebastian's waist and kissed him on the cheek.
“How was work baby?” Blaine asked.
“Done and over with,” Sebastian put Tommy back on the ground, “I'm not all yours till January 3rd.”
“You're always all mine,” Blaine teased.
He then pulled Sebastian down for a slow and lingering kiss. Sebastian wrapped his arms around Blaine’s trim waist to pull him flush against his body.
“You're cold,” Blaine chuckled when Sebastian's fingers trailed up the soft skin of his lower back.
“You should warm me up then,” Sebastian said lowly in his ear.
“Later,” Blaine turned his head to kiss the underside of Sebastian's jaw, “When we don't have two innocent eyes on us.”
“Daddy!” Tommy impatiently called from the table right on cue, “Come see my gingerbread house.”
Sebastian reluctantly pulled away from Blaine but happily went to see what his children had created. Tommy's house was a mess of color with every inch covered with candy. While his daughter's Kathryn had carefully decorated hers with the seriousness and care of someone performing brain surgery.
“Nice job Princess,” Sebastian kissed the top of her head. He couldn't hep but be proud of the fact Kathryn inherited the Smythe eye for detail.
“What about mine?” Tommy gave him a pout that eerily similar to Blaine's.
“Yours makes a bold statement,” Sebastian said which caused Tommy to beam happily.
“Daddy can we watch Frosty the Snowman?” Kathryn tore her attention from her creation to ask.
“No! We're going to watch Rudolph,” Tommy interjected before Sebastian could answer.
“Rudolph is stupid,” Kathryn sneered.
“No he's not,” Tommy argued back, “He's awesome and we're watching Rudolph.”
“Frosty.”
“Rudolph.”
“Frosty!”
“Rudolph!”
“They've been at this all day,” Blaine said with a weary smile, “I swear they get crazier every year. It's going to be a intense Christmas this year.”
“Good,” Sebastian replied sincerely, “Nothing would make me happier that a crazy and intense Christmas with my family.”
“You sure about that?” Blaine asked. His beautiful hazel eyes stared up at Sebastian with affection and love.
Sebastian though back to all the Christmases he spent alone. The ones as a child surrounded by expensive toys but forgotten and abandoned by his parents. The ones as a teenager where he pretended he didn't care ever though deep down he hated how alone he was. The ones as a young adult pinning after a boy that couldn't love him back at the moment. Now in his thirties Sebastian had the one thing that made Christmas something worth celebrating; a family.
“Completely,” Sebastian answered as he pulled his husband in for another kiss.
I hope this works, I'll make the post reblogable or something (it will most likely have to be tomorrow evening as I won't be able to get onto the computer Christmas day) I hope that's okay! :)
From Baby Bowtie (marlaineanderose) to AT (Alishatorn)
Merry Christmas, AT (And the rest of you). I hope this meets your expectations. This was really hard for me to write, while still trying to follow canon expectations alongside your prompt. I never write canon!Seblaine (mostly far future based), so this was quite a challenge. I hope you enjoy (and I will revise this at some point, most likely, along with continuing it, if you'd like to see it later on.)
"Come on Blaine. One shot. Your gay faced ex-boyfriend isn't around." Click. He'd hung up the phone. Why was this so hard? Sebastian wasn’t used to asking people out, that was for sure. It was a lot different than hooking up with guys in bars. He’d try again tomorrow. If anything, he might actually suck it up and ask someone for advice.
"Blaine, it's been a month. You need to let loose and have some fun. From what I hear, you're already good with-" This boy really needed to quit hanging up the phone. It was definitely a pain in the ass.
"You know, Killer, you can't hang up on me in person. You-" Sebastian sighed as Blaine shut the door in his face. "I'm prepared to wait until you leave in the morning. Just hear me out, alright?!" Sebastian waited a few minutes before sitting down on the steps, his back to the front door. It only took a few more minutes for Blaine to open the door again.
"I'm listening." He said, still standing in the doorway.
"Well, take a seat, Killer. It's a long explanation."
Blaine sighed, before shutting the door and sitting down next to him, leaving some space between them. "I'm giving you two minutes."
Sebastian nodded, although the whole argument he'd built up just slipped his mind now that Blaine had agreed to talk to him. He sighed and looked over at the other boy, who was definitely not looking at him. Blaine was just staring forward, his hands clasped in front of him. He looked so serene, so calm that Sebastian was incredibly distracted just looking at him. There was something off about the boy next to him. He was so used to Blaine smiling, or furious like he did the first time they saw each other after the slushie incident.
"Minute and thirty seconds, Sebastian." Blaine said, breaking the silence and snapping Sebastian out of his reverie. What was going on? Sebastian Smythe didn't get this emotional.
"Go out with me." It definitely wasn't the eloquent speech he'd originally had planned, and Blaine's inital reaction was expected, so he continued before Blaine could reject him. "Just one night. That's all I'm asking for. Just give me a chance, please?" he asked, almost choking on the final word. He was basically begging. He didn't beg. He was the one forcing the others to beg, actually.
"One date? What do you think one date would show me?" Blaine asked, raising his eyebrows. And damn, why was that so cute? Sebastian smirked just slightly, and Blaine shook his head. "Seriously? You know I'm not going to have sex with you on the first date."
"Was that agreeing to a first date?" Sebastian smiled hopefully, and Blaine couldn't help but feel the corners of his mouth twitch slightly.
"When did you want this to happen?"
"Tomorrow, if you agreed. Otherwise, I was going to end up asking you out again tomorrow night. That was you agreeing, right?"
Blaine shrugged and stood up. "Your two minutes is up."
"So if I show up in the morning-“
"I'll be here. Go home, Sebastian." Blaine replied, opening the door and stepping inside, although he did turn back and look at Sebastian as the other boy walked back to his car.
Sebastian was nervous, genuinely nervous. He knew that Blaine was having a rough time getting over this break up. He’d heard about it via some people from Dalton, but he didn’t think it was that serious until he’d seen him the previous day. Blaine was a lot different than the boy he’d met the previous year. He wasn’t handling this well, and even Sebastian could see that. It definitely threw his plans for tonight through a loop. He really liked Blaine, but he refused to admit it was more than lust. He showed up at 5, just like he’d said, but when Blaine opened the door, Sebastian almost couldn’t think of anything to say.
“You’re just going to stare at me?” Blaine asked, placing his hands in his pockets, shaking the other boy out of his thoughts.
“I definitely could.” He said cheekily, smirking a little at him. Blaine just rolled his eyes. “Alright, Killer, what do you want to do?” He held up a hand before Blaine could say anything. “Now, before you protest, say that I set this up, don’t worry; I do have some things planned. But, from what I saw and heard, your past relationship was a bit one-sided. It seemed like you weren’t making any of the choices. So, you’re going to make the first choice. What do you want to do?”
Blaine was definitely taken aback by this idea, and he refused to let himself think of what Sebastian was saying, or the fact that it was actually true. His relationship with Kurt had been very give with very little reciprocation. He was always doing whatever Kurt had wanted, and rarely considered his own selfish ideas. He shook his head slightly, looking over at him. “I have no idea. What is there to do?”
“I’m not throwing out ideas. You’d just agree to the first one I said, whether you wanted to do it or not. You’re a people pleaser, Blaine. Which I’m sure comes in handy at night, but you need to think of yourself sometimes too.”
After a few minutes of silence, Sebastian grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards the car. “What are you-“
“I’m pushing you in the right direction. Hanging out on your front porch isn’t part of the plan, and I know that isn’t what you want to do.” He opened the door for Blaine before dropping his arm. “Now just get in the car, and we’ll drive until you think of something.”
After getting into town and driving for a bit, Sebastian pulled over and looked over at Blaine. “Think of anything yet, B? I don’t mind driving around all night if that’s your plan.”
Blaine shrugged, looking out the window. “There’s a karaoke bar, if you think you can get us in.” He suggested. Although he didn’t’ mind the idea of it, he was pretty sure Sebastian would have a hard time getting either of them to pass for old enough to get in.
Sebastian smirked a little. “You don’t think I can get us in? That’s cute. Come on.” He opened the door and stepped out, waiting for Blaine to do the same.
“You’re not serious?” Blaine asked skeptically, following alongside him towards the bar. “I know you got us those ids once, but I really don’t think-“
Sebastian smirked and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, dropping it as he felt Blaine tense. “Ye have little faith, Blaine.”
“Did you really just say that?” He asked, cracking a small smile. “You’re still as ridiculous as ever.”
“Ridiculous? I’d say brilliant, but you can say it as you will.” Sebastian glanced at him with a smile, before heading towards the door. “By the way, Killer, this being a karaoke means they won’t ID us unless we try and buy a drink.” He added, opening the door with a smirk. “Which, if you want, is still no problem for me.” Sebastian opened the door for him, Blaine noticing that it was the second time he’d done that that night. He followed Blaine inside, before leading him over to a table. “So, what to drink?” he asked.
“Whatever you’re having, I guess…” Blaine shrugged, before tilting his head to the side as Sebastian shook his head. “Oh right, you’re not making decisions…I’ll just have water.”
Sebastian nodded and walked off, leaving Blaine alone to watch a rather terrible rendition of ‘Dude (Looks Like a Lady)’. “I’m not even sure that person could speak in any sort of pitch.” Sebastian said, setting a glass in front of him before sitting down. “Now, what do you plan to sing?”
“Me? I don’t know-“
“You’re probably the most talented person in this place. You have to sing something.” Not only was it true, but Blaine cracked a smile at the very least.
“Only if you do.” Blaine challenged, causing Sebastian to smirk.
“Any suggestions?”
Blaine looked contemplative for a while. “No. I want you to think of this one.” He said, looking over at him.
“There’s that loophole I was waiting for you to find all night.” Sebastian nodded and went up to the stage. “So, I’d suggest this as a song for the guy I’m here with, but he’d pretty much walk out right now. He’ll understand why I’d choose this solo.” He added, smirking before the song started. Blaine rolled his eyes, the beginning of the song making his introduction completely obvious. ‘Whistle’ was probably the most suggestive song he could think of. It still didn’t stop him from smiling as the other boy danced and sang seductively, especially since it was all towards him. Sebastian came off the stage a few minutes later, after the song ended, a grin on his face. “What’d you think?”
“I think you might be a little bitter about losing the lead position at Dalton.” Blaine replied, a small smile on his face. “But it was good. Better than the performance you guys put on at Sectionals.”
“Now, I’m not bitter per se. I very readily gave up the head Warbler position. At least, I let them take it away pretty easily.” Sebastian shrugged, the next person going on stage for a song.
“Why did you make it so easy for them?” Blaine asked, looking at him curiously.
“The school made the decision.” Blaine raised his eyebrows at that. Sebastian nodded before continuing. “Yeah, after everything I pulled last year, I was surprised I was even allowed back. Zero tolerance no bullying policy, remember? After everything I did, I had to agree to change. No bullying, no harassment, etcetera, etcetera.” Sebastian rolled his eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with not being a jerk. I mean, you were always pretty nice to me…why not everyone else?”
Sebastian shrugged, taking a drink and averting his eyes from Blaine, back to the stage. He knew the reason, although he wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit it to Blaine. He was barely able to admit it to himself. “Because everyone sucks.” He replied blankly, saying nothing else as the person on stage finished up their song. Blaine kept his eyes on the other boy, saying nothing.
“So what song are you doing?” Sebastian asked, once the song ended.
“You mean, what song are we doing? I want to sing a duet, with you.” Blaine replied, standing up. Sebastian grinned, following him to the stage.
The song went well, and Blaine smiled throughout the entire thing, and Sebastian smiled alongside him. The two sat down afterwards, watching someone else go on stage. “The people here suck.” Sebastian said, after a few more songs.
“They’re drunk, and they’re having fun. I’m having fun too.” He added, the smile having stayed on his face since they left the stage. During the next few songs, the two quietly critiqued the singers. At one point, Sebastian noticed that Blaine was tapping his hands on the table, and his feet tapping against the floor. He stood up, grabbing Blaine’s hand, pulling him up. “Where are we going?”
“You’re already halfway dancing. I figured that’s what you wanted to be doing?”
Blaine nodded, grinning and walking with him to dance.
It wasn’t until the two of them realized that the bar was closing that they hadn’t done anything since they stood up except dance and talk to each other during the songs.
Looking back on the night, Sebastian noticed the little changes in Blaine. At the beginning of the night, Blaine had been more or less depressed, obviously beating himself up. Sebastian had learned upon meeting Blaine that you could see almost every emotion through his eyes, and when Sebastian dropped him off that night, he noticed the change.
Sebastian walked him to the front door, figuring it would be the right way to end the date. “Thanks.” Blaine said, turning to face him.
“For what?”
“This was a lot of fun…and I haven’t had that in a while. Not truly.” Blaine was beaming still, before he walked forward and hugged him, wrapping his arms over Sebastian’s shoulders. Sebastian was stunned for a second before he hugged the other boy back. Not exactly what he’d been hoping for, but he figured he couldn’t be too optimistic.
Blaine pulled back slightly, before giving him a light kiss on the cheek. “Again, thanks, Sebastian. I’ll talk to you later, right?”
Sebastian nodded as Blaine pulled back, dropping his arms back to his sides. “You’ll definitely not be getting rid of me that easily.” He added, smiling.
Blaine nodded before opening the door, and stepping back into the doorway. “You had fun too, right?”
Sebastian smiled. “Definitely. Most fun I’ve had in a while. I’ll see you later, Killer.” He added, turning around and walking to his car, only glancing back once he’d gotten inside.
Thinking back on it, Sebastian noticed that he’d been happy. He could see it in his eyes when he reached for the hug. It felt good, despite getting nothing from it besides making Blaine happy. Getting a text from him as he got home only helped, although he wasn’t sure he could admit anything quite yet. Fun was good enough, for now. He figured it could only go uphill from here.
From Kaylee (sebastiansmytheanderson) to Nao (captainkjones)
Sebastian had never been into the whole marriage thing. He didn’t believe in soulmates. He knew that love was an emotion people experienced, but he never understood why they put so much stock into it, why so many people were willing to behave as idiots because of an emotion they felt towards another person. Sebastian believed in living life to the fullest. He enjoyed sex, drinking, being with people who made his life more enjoyable, without feeling as though he needed to pick one person to spend his entire life with.
Then he met Blaine.
It’d started out simple enough, like any other guy Sebastian had been into in the past. He had heard about Dalton’s legend from other Warblers constantly. In fact, they could barely get through a practice without a mention of him. Then Blaine had shown up at one of their practices and Sebastian was hooked. He’d been intrigued at first, but Blaine quickly went from a Dalton legend to a guy Sebastian felt was worth him dedicating most of his time to winning over, through texts, phone calls, invites out to Scandals. Without realizing it, Sebastian had made a best friend, one who gave him butterflies, but a best friend nonetheless.
Blaine went against everything Sebastian had grown up believing. Sebastian still couldn’t buy into the idea of soulmates. He didn’t believe in the idea of having one other person on the planet that you were destined to be with, but he did believe in Blaine. He believed in everything they had together, and for once he understood the idea of wanting something to last.
Still, the idea of marriage didn’t appeal to Sebastian. He loved Blaine. He knew that. Blaine knew it. Just about everyone with vision could tell how Sebastian felt about Blaine by the way he looked at him. He was confident in how he and Blaine felt about each other, confident enough to know that they didn’t need to exchange rings and vows to know that they were serious about each other.
It wasn’t until they’d been together a while; seven years to be exact. Blaine was happy with them living together and living out their lives, but Sebastian wasn’t an idiot. He knew Blaine wanted the romance and the grand romantic gestures. He’d proposed at 24, not in the most traditional way, but lying in bed with Blaine after hours of sex seemed like the right time. It was exactly how Sebastian could see him spending the rest of his life, so it was only a matter of slipping the ring onto Blaine’s finger while he slept, a small smile on his lips when his boyfriend woke up.
The wedding wasn’t huge or overdone, but even Sebastian had a love for the finer things so he’d focused more on the honeymoon aspect of things. Their wedding night had been spent in the nicest hotel in California where they lived, the two of them spending the entire night as if they’d never touched or been touched before, memorizing each other’s bodies as if they didn’t already know every curve and line there was to kiss.
After that came Paris.
Sebastian had always told Blaine about Paris. When they first met, it’d been one of the first things Blaine had been so interested in. He wanted to know all about Sebastian’s life there and the two would spend hours on the floor of Sebastian’s’ old bedroom, looking through pictures while Sebastian told stories about the trouble he’d gotten himself into while studying in France.
Sebastian promised Blaine he’d take him one day, that they’d go together, but then school happened. They got an apartment together in California, studied at UCLA. Then Blaine got busy with his first job as a school teacher, working with little kids while Sebastian worked his way through law school, all but destined to be the country’s next best lawyer if he had anything to do with it. Life had gotten in the way and Paris had never really happened, but the honeymoon was supposed to be an important part of a marriage and Sebastian wasn’t going to let Blaine miss out on it.
As excited as Blaine was to see the sights and spend his time in the city, the two had found their way to the hotel room before anything else, only having eyes for each other as if they’d only just met. But, that’s always how it had been with them; a combination between the feeling of just meeting and the familiarity as if they’d known each other their entire lives.
Another change Blaine had brought when Sebastian started dating him was the whole cuddling thing. Sebastian had never seen the appeal. He was usually gone before the sun came up, but times had certainly changed ever since Blaine came along. There was no doubting the sun shining in through the window in their hotel room, nor the way Blaine was curled up in Sebastian’s arms.
Sebastian was usually the one to wake up first. Blaine had the tendency to sleep in and Sebastian would get into the habit of lying with him in bed, enjoying how warm he felt lying next to him under the sheets. Slowly but surely, he’d talked his way into having Blaine use less and less gel over the years whenever they were home alone, which worked in his benefit because he always enjoyed running his fingers through Blaine’s curls.
It wasn’t until Sebastian brushed his lips against Blaine’s forehead that Blaine started to stir, shifting a little in Sebastian’s arms before his eyes slowly opened, a sleepy smile on his lips as he looked over at his husband.
“Hey,” Blaine greeted happily, his voice a little groggy with sleep.
“Hey,” Sebastian greeted back, eyes just barely crinkling up in the corners as he smiled back at Blaine. “You slept well.”
“That usually happens after you do such a job of tiring me out,” Blaine retorted, a playful smile on his lips as he nudged at Sebastian’s arm. “I was sort of hoping you’d have coffee ready after being up this long, though,” he added, a teasing glint in his eye as his grin only grew the more he looked at Sebastian.
“Why would I do that when I can wait until you wake up to get your own coffee?” Sebastian shot back, his usual smirk on his lips before he leaned over to brush his mouth against Blaine’s in a quick kiss. “Besides, I already have plans to take you to the best café in Paris and the effect isn’t quite the same unless you’re there, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the day in bed with you.”
“The rest of the day, huh?”
Sebastian chuckled, a guilty smile on his lips. “I was going to say the rest of our honeymoon, but even I love this city too much to miss out on showing you all of it.”
“Honeymoon,” Blaine repeated, a giddy smile on his face as he leaned in for another light kiss against Sebastian’s lips. “I kinda like the sound of that.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Almost as much as I love the sound of you introducing me as your husband,” Blaine replied, still smiling as his eyes locked with Sebastian’s.
Sebastian furrowed his brow a little, confused but still unable to keep from smiling because despite it being so new, he could definitely get used to the idea of Blaine being his husband. Maybe it had taken a while to stop being so against the idea of marriage, but he didn’t want anyone else but Blaine, so saying ‘I do’ had been easy. “Have I done that yet?”
“No,” Blaine sighed, sitting up and straddling Sebastian’s lap, his hands trailing up his chest. “Which is why you need to get me to that café so you can start.”
He pulled back before Sebastian could lean up to kiss him, a teasing smile on his lips as he reached for Sebastian’s shirt, pulling it on over his shoulders and buttoning it up before moving to get off the bed, turning back to see if Sebastian had any plans of following after him. “You coming?”
As soon as Sebastian pulled on a pair of boxers, Blaine led him out onto their balcony, a soft, happy smile on his lips as he felt Sebastian’s arms wrapping around him. “You left out how incredible the view was whenever you told me about Paris,” he teased, leaning back against Sebastian and smiling as he felt him kissing at his neck.
“Mm, I forgot just how incredible it was,” Sebastian hummed, kissing happily at Blaine’s neck.
“I think we might be talking about two entirely different views.”
“Still incredible.”
The coffee in Paris ended up being just as amazing as Sebastian had described in the past, though Blaine was more focused on the way the French language rolled so easily off of Sebastian’s tongue. Blaine had taken enough French in the past to get himself by, but he’d already decided he much preferred letting Sebastian order his coffee and do as much of the talking as possible, just so he could listen to him talk in the foreign language as much as possible.
A warm smile spread across Blaine’s lips as he felt Sebastian’s hand taking his from across the table, his eyes watching the way Sebastian’s thumb rubbed back and forth across the new ring on Blaine’s finger.
“Are you mad it took me so long to bring you here?” he asked, the slightest hint of a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Depends. Are you mad that I almost cut off the circulation to your arm when I fell asleep on it during the flight here?”
“I could have done without your heavy head on my arm, but I’ll manage.”
Blaine let out a light laugh, smiling as he took a small sip from his coffee. “So, I believe you promised to show me all of the city.”
“And since when do I go back on my promises?” Sebastian questioned, smirking as he rubbed his thumb over the ring on Blaine’s finger one more time before pulling his hand back. “You’ll see the city. There’s this tower I want to show you. You’ve probably heard of it, but I was thinking we’d start with that.”
From Eiffel Tower (theonlyoneimdreamingof) to Uptown Girl (onlystepsthatmatter)
MERRY XMAS! (And everyone else)
From Pink Bowtie (coffeewithcourvoisier) to Chairman Meow (acciograntgustin)
The First {1/2}
The world is divided between two kind of people. The ones that tell you to find some more experienced than you for your first time. That way, instead of having the normal, painful and awkward experience, you get to enjoy it. Then, there's the romantic one, that will tell you you need to do it with the person you love, no matter how awkward it gets, because it's a moment you'll remember forever.
It was a really hard choice if you starter thinking about it. Especially when he was dating Sebastian Smythe.
Blaine knew Sebastian was far more experienced than him, so it fit well both options. He got to have his first time with him, who also happened to be the person he liked. Yes, they weren't in a relationship just yet, but Blaine wassure they would get to that. The word "boyfriend" hadn't come out from any of their mouths, so it wasn't official, but Blaine knew there wasn't anyone else he would want to have his first time with.
But that was the main problem. When you were having sex with someone as experienced with Sebastian, you didn't want to cause a bad impression. Mostly because there still wasn't an established relationship they could rely on to. He needed to be his best. He needed to be one of the best sex Sebastian had ever had. But how could he do it without any practice?
He had tried watching porn. But after watching the same videos over and over again, he started doubting he was in fact learning anything. Most of their orgasms seemed really faked. Or did orgasms really looked like that? What if Blaine tried to tone it down and at the end he disappointed Sebastian?
Blaine was aware of the basics. There had to be condoms, lube and the one bottoming had to be prepped properly to avoid more pain than it was needed. Because apparently, it always hurt. Not only he learnt that from watching porn, but from... trying with himself.
No, he hadn't bought a dildo. He wasn't there yet. But, a few months ago, he wondered why it would be like to finger himself. He knew he needed to do that (or in the best case, someone needed to do that before somsone got inside of him. So a little practice wouldn't hurt...
It did.
Probably knowing he needed lube for that would have avoided it from hurting too much. After practicing it (this time with a good amount of lube), he only got until there were two fingers inside of him. It felt really good, but he knew his two fingers were nothing in comparison of having someone's cock there. He had tried adding a third finger, but he just couldn't do it. He was way too tight. And that was one of the things that worried him. How could he take it when it came to it? Would he start squirming in pain and Sebastian would sigh, annoyed?
It was one of the times he was doing his research on the internet (this time it wasn't videos, but only information he got from scarleteen.com. That website had really helped him understand a lot of stuff he didn't know about, so he liked going there from time to time.
From website to website, half an hour later he finished in a website he hadn't heard about before. It looked really sophisticated, something only really wealthy people could afford. As he kept scrolling down the page, a word caught his attention. He scrolled back up and read it again, just in case he had read it wrong.
Escort.
Was this some kind of prostitution website?
Out of curiosity, he kept reading. Apparently they were in many states, and Ohio was one of them. They said it was 100% safe, totally private and that they had Ohio's best men of all ages to satisfy your needs. There were a couple of pictures and Blaine slightly opened his mouth. They were incredibly gorgeous and probably had to have a lot of experience from having sex with so many people. Blaine bit his lip at the thought. Maybe he could try and get some experience with one of them. At the end, it wouldn’t be cheating. Sebastian and him weren’t boyfriends, so there wasn’t a relationship he should be respectful at… And the only reason he was doing this was Sebastian.
Blaine stayed another half an hour checking the website out, thinking about whether or not it would be a good idea to do this. There were a lot of things that could go wrong. But if for once, everything turned out well, it would be Heaven for Blaine. He would have the experience he was lacking and when he got into bed with Sebastian, he could make him have a good night and probably consider changing their relationship status. Maybe Sebastian would finally agree to be his boyfriend.
Not that he had said he didn’t want to be his boyfriend. They hadn’t really talked about the subject, but Blaine was sure Sebastian wouldn’t say yes the first time he asked. And Blaine couldn’t possibly bear hearing a “no” from Sebastian which was pretty lame for a twenty one year old guy.
So, before he could regret it, he grabbed his phone and wrote down the address and the phone number.
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Blaine turned off the radio after five minutes driving. He couldn’t bear any kind of noise. He had only brought his keys. He wouldn’t need anything else, right? He turned left in his car and sighed, his heart pumping at an extremely high speed. He bit his lip. What if this was really a bad idea? He took a deep breath and told himself what he had been repeating the last few days. Nothing bad happen could happen. Sebastian wasn’t going to find out, and even if he did, they weren’t boyfriends. Sebastian couldn’t say anything to him. As for STDs, he had been assured by the website every one of their boys had been tested and the exam results could be shown to the customer if wanted.
He had also read online that he could choose the age range of the… escort. Blaine finally decided he would choose someone his age. If he was working there, it meant he had the experience Blaine was looking for, not depending on his age.
He reached the place, and, from outside, it looked like anything but that kind of place. It just looked like a big house for a huge family. There were some cars in front of the house and Blaine parked there.
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Blaine didn’t have to wait much. Not even an hour later he was sitting on a bed with white sheets, placed in the middle of an enormous bedroom, where everything, from the lamps to the curtains looked really expensive. Blaine tried to relax looking at the ceiling, only to find a huge mirror above of him. He bit his lip and immediately looked down, his cheeks flushed red.
Suddenly, he heard movement on the bedroom’s bathroom. The guy was already in there? He had expected him to make an entrance, and that was why he had been looking at the door this whole time. He heard another noise from the bathroom, this time the sound of a door opening and turned around quickly; wanting to see the face of the guy he was going to have his first time week.
The next thing that was heard was a glass falling to the floor and breaking into a million pieces.
Then, the gasp Blaine made.
And finally the sound of the bedroom’s door being shut by Sebastian when he left.
From ClockNecklace (youwillneverknowitwasme) to Potato (masareesepuf)
Hairspray & Gel
Hello Potato!
I hope you will like this Secret Santa! I tried to write in new style for you! I hope you enjoy my sweet little story and aren't bummed out about the ending! Merry Christmas sweety!
Pairing: Sebastian&Blaine Rating: Teen (?). There aren't some serious warnings here. I stayed pretty mild. (Oh wow! haha) Word Count: 5911 Summary: 60'ties AU! Sebastian is the famous spokesman of 'Ultra Clutch' Hairspray, the hairspray brand Blaine always uses over his gel to tame his curls. The sixteen year old has a major crush on the teen heartthrob but being gay in the 60'ties? Ouch...
Hello folks! I am going to tell you a story about a two boys which all started with one in particular, Blaine Anderson. The sixteen year old can be described as a small dark haired boy, who is often referred to as ‘The Hobbit’, living in Westerville, Ohio. He regularly keeps himself busy with taming his wild curls with gel and hairspray if, he isn’t singing or dancing. Everyday he thanked Ultra Clutch Hairspray for its existence because with gel only his curls would break free after a few hours. Today seemed like any other normal day for Blaine Anderson but nothing was less true. As usual the boy started his day with a song in his head. He loved to sing songs and turn them into something that complied with him and his own life. Changing the words slightly, so they would fit. The bleeping of his alarm clock made him wake up and immediately get a beat inside his head mostly always the same song. ‘His Good Morning’ – song.
Oh, oh, oh woke up today feeling
The way I always do
Oh, oh, oh eager for something that I can't reach
Then I hear that beat
Did I mention he boy was small? I see I did. Now the question is, how can we hear something that the boy is singing in his head? There is no time for explaining now since there is something about to happen in the life of Blaine Anderson…
The rhythm of town starts calling me down
It's like a message from high above
Oh, oh, oh pulling me out to the smiles and the
Streets that I love
Good morning Westerville
Every day's like an open door
Every night is a fantasy
Every sound's like a symphony
Good morning Westerville
And some day when I take to the floor
The world's gonna wake up and see
Sebastian and me
Ah! Sebastian. I will give you some explanation about that specific subject. Sebastian Smythe, also know as “The Teen Heart Throb”- Smythe. This boy was making girls faint with only the flash of a smile. The seventeen year old has emerald green eyes, the perfect light colored brown hair, tall, lean and deliciously sexy in suspensors. His hair always perfectly combed and sprayed into place, figures since the boy was the face of Ultra Clutch Hairspray. Aha! Yes, there is the reference to our other boy, Blaine Anderson. Blaine was hopelessly in love with the green-eyed spokes man of his favorite Hairspray Brand. Yes, yes. I know it a shock. A scandal! A boy in love with a boy! OUTRAGEOUS! But nothing was less true about the love our Blaine has for Sebastian Smythe. If you want to hear more of this story please continue, if you are offended, please leave. Now that this little argument is out of the way I will keep on telling this story. Let us go right back to Blaine Anderson’s head!
Oh, oh, oh look at my hair
What do can compare with mine today?
Oh, oh, oh I've got my hairspray, gel and radio
I'm ready to go
The rats on the street all dance round my feet
They seem to say, "Blaine, it's up to you..”
So, oh, oh don't hold me back
'Cause today all my dreams will come true
In with that dream is to live happily ever after with his loved one, Sebastian. But it was all very grim for out Blaine Anderson. Even though we are living in the 60’ties now, same sex love is not accepted at all. Blaine constantly lived in fear ever since he found out he liked boys, so it was only natural no one knew about Blaine’s loving. The only luck Blaine Anderson had was that even guys found Sebastian cool enough to like. So when he sometimes expressed his happiness about the young man or the brand it was often accepted. Blaine lived even more in fear after he read an article about a guy where they had taken out his eyeballs to clean them from his views. Yes, yes. Horrifying. But lets not think of that. We are not telling a horror story here. I am telling a story about universal love.
Good morning Westerville
There's the flasher who lives next door
There's the bum on his bar room stool
They wish me luck on my way to school
Good morning Westerville
And some day when I take to the floor
The world's gonna wake up and see
Sebastian and me!
I know every step, I know every song
I know there's a place where I belong
I see all those party lights shining ahead
So someone invite me before I drop dead
In the Ultra Clutch Hairspray commercials they made use of Sebastian’s sing and dancing talents, with songs the later sold on records for costumers to buy. Blaine had them all with the excuse to support his favorite Hairspray brand. He danced to the songs in this room, knowing every step. Maybe a bit of his dream was also to dance and sing along with Sebastian in those commercials. He only had no idea how to get there.
So, oh, oh give me a chance
'Cause when I start to dance I'm a movie star
Oh, oh, oh something inside of me makes me move
When I hear the groove
My dad tells me no but my feet tell me go
It's like a drummer inside my heart
Sorry to pause this lovely song again. Blaine’s father. The man was highly displeased about his son’s dancing and singing. He wanted his son to focus in school, to become a perfect lawyer like himself. Blaine had everything he wished for; his own room, his own car and the money to get the things he liked. But in exchange the demanding father wanted good grades and an acceptance letter to a promising law university. Of course our Blaine would rather share the spotlight with Sebastian or basically just be around him in general. Let’s just say our dark haired boy had a massive crush on the spokes man of Ultra Clutch.
So, oh, oh don't make me wait
One more moment for my life to start
Good morning, good morning
Waiting for my life to start
I love you Westerville
Every day's like an open door
Every night is a fantasy
Every sound's like a symphony
And I promise Westerville
That some day when I take to the floor
The world's gonna wake up and see
Gonna wake up and see
Sebastian and me
Sebastian and me
Sebastian and me…..!
And that is when Blaine Anderson finished his song and noticed that there was a letter for him in the mail instead of the daily newspaper. There was a sudden frown on his face before he slowly started to grin which got bigger and bigger when he opened it and started to read.The hazel colored eyes flew over the sentence as he practically started to bounce while walking. Blaine’s father looking up from his newspaper thinking it was an acceptance letter for some prestigious school. But then, his eyes dropped to the Ultra Clutch logo. A disapproving snort came form deep within and the newspaper was pulled up in front of his face again. Not that our Blaine cared, oh no. He was ecstatic. This was the big thing that I was talking about earlier. Blaine Anderson was invited to come The Annual Dance Spectacular sponsored by Ultra Clutch. Blaine was sitting ready every year to see it on his black and white television and now he would actually be there. In the same room as… Sebastian Smythe. The Annual Dance Spectacular was always the highlight of his year because they would have new songs and new dances. Of course our boy’s fantasy was running wild with daydreams and possible plots that would happen to him. All of those fantasies involving him and Sebastian kissing or ending up together.
“Rachel! Rachel!,” Blaine’s voice had squealed when he saw her at school. “Hi..,” he let out breathlessly. Blaine Anderson couldn’t contain his joy in excitement. He was barely keeping two feet on the ground at the same time. Rachel Berry, Blaine’s friend, was one obnoxious little girl, maybe even smaller than Blaine. People would say they hung out because they are same size. Rachel usually demanded Blaine to dance with her on catchy music, since they were the same size and all. She was the only one who wasn’t weird out by Blaine’s obsession with hairspray and gel. Usually Blaine would be able to keep his calm but now he just couldn’t. Rachel had looked skeptical. “Rachel! I got invited to go to the Ultra Clutch Annual Dance Spectacular.” Rachel’s lips had parted before she could reform herself with a quick smile, hiding her jealousy. Rachel Berry thrived to be in the spotlight and that her friend could go and she didn’t made her almost to annoying to hang out with for the next couple of days. Not that our Blaine Anderson cared. He was way to happy about this to feel guilty or upset about it. The days couldn’t go fast enough, he was dreading the days.
And then, finally the day had come.Blaine clutched the letter close to him and had grabbed his keys. For one last time he checked himself in the mirror. His hair perfectly styled he was almost proud of it. A perfectly matching bowtie going with his blue dress shirt, that was tucked into his tight capri pants and with suspenders keeping the pants up. That is when Blaine heard the door open and Rachel sit down in the passenger seat. “No way,” he let out. “Rache—“ “Hey Blaine. I got in too. Now we can go together! Isn’t it great!?” Blaine stared in disbelieve out of the window and rubbed his forehead with his hand. “Yeah great…,” he let out. All his plans were ruined now.He smiled politely at her before roaring he engine to life. Well at least he would have a dance partner, the only thing that bugged him was that all his fantasies involving Sebastian asking him to dance because he was alone would fail.
Nevermind.
That is what went through Blaine Anderson’s head. He drove down to the studio where they would air it, trying to block out Rachel’s chatter as much as possible. He got out to politely open the door for Rachel. She redid his suspensors and brushed some wrinkles out of his dress shirt. “Perfect!,” she chimed. Blaine gave her a grateful smile; maybe having Rachel with him wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. Rachel slipped her hand into his and they walked to the entrance. Blaine had showed his letter and looked questionably at Rachel who showed a letter too. Blaine was quite impressed. How this girl got things done was impressive. She probably had harassed them till the show gave her tickets. The pair walked in and a sudden uneasiness had covered Blaine Anderson. He would see Sebastian Smythe in real life, a few feet away from him and in color. Yes, it was really something special. Television was black and white, same as some papers and magazines. Only Blaine’s LP covers were in color so he knew Sebastian had the most beautiful white smile, emerald green eyes and light brown hair. Maybe the colors weren’t exactly fit but you get the idea, right? As Rachel and Blaine walked into the big studio they were guided to the dance floor in front of the main stage.
The two had gotten some liquid refreshment and it was announced that the show would start soon. Blaine kept glancing at the stage, to only see a glimpse of Sebastian Smythe. His heart was already beating fast as he hummed along with the familiar background music. The room went slowly dark. Blaine Anderson was almost passing out on the nerves that raged through his lithe body. His eyes were not adjusting quickly enough because suddenly he was surprised with Sebastian Smyth’s smooth and velvety voice. “And now broadcast live in front of a studio audience, for the first time, from the certified up-to-code Westerville Studio’s, The Annual Dance Spectacular! Brought to you by Ultra Clutch Hairspray!” And then the lights popped on. That is when the heart of our Little Blaine Anderson stopped in shock. He immediately walked more forward. He wanted Sebastian to see him but he also didn’t want the heartthrob to see him. Did that make even sense? It was a conflicting emotion but in the end he stepped closer and cheered with the crowd, camera’s zooming over his head and around them.
What gives a girl Power and punch? Is it charm, is it poise? No, it's hairspray! What gets a gal Asked out to lunch Is it brains, is it dough? No, it's hairspray!
Life was perfect for the dark haired boy right now. Sebastian was live in front of him, moving and singing. His hair was perfect, his eyes bright and shining. His slacks held up by suspensors, so high his crotch was sinfully cupped. Blaine’s hazel eyes had a festive to look at. His tall and lean frame hugged by a blazer. A shaky breath left Blaine in the way the young man was singing. He briefly noticed Rachel had moved next to him to only get his ful attention back to the male in front. Sebastian was moving his hand down the iron microphone stand, almost in a seductive kind of way. The other hand moved over his perfect hair. Yes, Blaine we know how much you like him now. He is perfect, alright. But I have to quote your words and thoughts. I think the readers will get sick eventually from your… drooling. But our Blaine was not the only who thought like this, others thought so too. Girly squeals came from the crowd as Blaine hopped on his toes so see better, luckily for Blaine Sebastian was tall. If you take a ride With no can at your side Then your flip will be gone With the wind But if you spray it and lock it, You can take off in a rocket And in outer space Each hair will be in place
Sebastian’s voice was singing with ease through the Hairspray theme song. Blaine knew it by heart and moved along with the dancers on the stage while he kept his eyes on Sebastian Smythe of course. Why take a chance When you get up and dance If you twist, i insist You use hairspray And tell your mother Her head she should smother With "ultra-clutch" faithfully So if you're a redhead, A blonde or brunette Just take my advice And you might just get The only thing better than hairspray That's me!
Ska-doo-dle-e-ya Doo-dle-e-ya do wah
Forget the milkman The only thing better than hairspray That's me!
I think we almost lost our main character at this point in the story here. Yes, Really. Blaine had grabbed Rachel as he was breathlessly looking. One guess at who… His breathing was ragged, being so in shock that Sebastian was in the same room as him. Breathing the same air!! And that he was carrying himself with such cockiness and arrogance made Blaine Anderson’s heart skip several beats. The background singers sang perfectly along with Sebastian. Sebastian was carrying himself with great poise as he looked into the camera. (And thank god for that because I think he would give our Blaine Anderson an actual heart attack if he would look at him!)
What makes a man Reach out and touch? Ultra clutch! So if you're a redhead, A blonde or brunette Just take my advice And you might just get
Sebastian started redirecting to the audience now. Pointing at them that they definitely should take his advise, before point at himself that he was amazing. And well he was, he was a hero under the men with so many girls at his feet. Our Blaine was a bit tucked away to the side, and maybe it was better this way. He would feel like a creeper to just stare at the man right in front of him.
The only thing better than hairspray That's me!
Ska-doo-dle-e-ya Doo-dle-e-ya do wah It's Sebastian Sythe!
The only thing better than hairspray That's meeeee! Ska-doo-dle-e-ya do wah Ska-doo-dle-e-ya do wah! Do wow! "Hey, baby, you look like you could use a stiff one!"
And that’s is how Sebastian ended the intro song, with that exact sentence. I kid you not. A wink was added at the end and I think some girls even fainted. Our Blaine had some difficulties himself by keeping it together. Even self-centered Rachel noticed and cocked her head if he was okay. The music and cheering died out and Sebastian spoke a brief something about hairspray and the competition. Then they hit for commercials, which gave Blaine time to breath. He smiled briefly at Rachel. After this the dance competition would start. Blaine’s eyes kept wandering on stage where Sebastian was briefly chatting with some background singers on stage when a tall blonde older woman came on stage. A kind of woman that would scare the crap out of you, sorry for my words here, by only one icy glance. “Sebastian! That move was far to dirty!,” she let out, not that our Blaine could hear that. He could only see the monster of a ice queen, Blaine’s words not mine, move closer to his Sebastian. Yes, we are in the ‘his’ stage now. Blaine had squinted his eyes on the two who were now talking. “Wake up mother this isn’t 1930!,” Sebastian just replied quite annoyed. Blaine could see he wasn’t really amused by the woman’s presence. “Did he just say mother?,” Rachel had hissed. Then suddenly her voice chimed and sang a little melody.
“You can laugh but life’s a test. Don’t do ‘this’ don’t do ‘that’. Remember, mother knows best.”
By the ‘this’ and ‘that’ the woman made some sexual movements that even Blaine had to blink twice how the queen suddenly melted into something so… sexy. Sebastian had bushed it of and looked over her. A quick argument unfolded, which made Blaine swoon. That was how Sebastian’s face looked like if he would argue for him, defend him. Apparently the brand wanted him to act so. And that made out little Blaine wonder. Was the Sebastian he knew not the Sebastian he actually knew? In fact, a little reminder to you readers, that Blaine never actually had a conversation with the boy. So ‘know’ is kind of a big word but who wants to crush a little boy’s dreams? Right no one. They started counting down and the woman straightened Sebastian out before disappearing right on time. Sebastian was fully charming again when the camera’s started rolling and the crowd would take their positions. Including Blaine and Rachel.
Hey little girl with the cash to burn Well I'm sellin' something you won't return Hey little girl take me off the shelf 'Cause it's hard having fun playing with yourself Once you've browsed through the whole selection Shake those hips in my direction Blaine couldn’t believe how… sexual the show had gotten over the years Sebastian became the spokes man or maybe it was because Blaine was growing up himself. Sebastian’s voice fitted perfectly with this song, correction his whole demeanor fitted with the song. The flirty smirks in the camera and crowd, the way his hips moved and his fingers snapped in beat of the music. Blaine was almost starting to feel jealous of the microphone stand who, got way to much attention. He wished to have those hands go over his body like that.
A prettier package you never did see Take me home then unwrap me Shop around little darlin' I've got to be The Ladies' Choice, (Ladies' Choice), Ladies' Choice This was a new song, a perfect song for Sebastian. Blaine had to admit that with a deep sigh as he was leading Rachel over the dance floor. Sebastian Smythe was the ladies’ Choice. Perfect in every way, or so Blaine thought. Blaine’s hand tightened around Rachel’s waist in irritation. Moving in a certain way so he could always look at Sebastian.
Hey little girl lookin' for a sale Test drive this American male It's gonna take cash to fill my tank So let's crack open your piggy bank Hey little girl goin window shopping I got something traffic stopping
Rachel had leaned closer to him as they moved. “Even I would like to test drive that,” Rachel huffed in Blaine’s ear. Blaine’s mouth had dropped a bit because in Rachel’s eyes no one was perfect. He almost choked in the air he was breathing. “Seriously.. you?,” he quickly huffed back as they moved, they were getting dangerously close to the stage now and Blaine was starting to panic. “Yes, I totally would,” she had spoken back. “And hey don’t be so nervous they are only camera’s,” she added. Our Blaine had only nodded. His honey colored eyed moving back to the stage. Smythe was almost touching himself in the way his free hand was moving down over his body. As he sung the part about having something traffic stopping, he had practically thrusted his cupped crotch against the microphone. He really had something traffic stopping. Blaine’s cheeks had fully flushed but he blamed the dancing. Maybe.. just maybe his own slacks were starting to tighten. Not that the boy noticed this he was too busy dancing and keeping an eye on Sebastian’s sinful movements. This was even better than he expected. Hey, little girl on a spending spree I don't come cheap but the kisses come free On closer inspection I'm sure that you'll agree I'm the Ladies' Choice, (Ladies' Choice), Ladies' Choice
(ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh) Wow!
After this came a musical interlude and Sebastian literary rocked over the stage. Some dancing couples started to show off and do all these ridiculous lifts but Blaine was looking at the way Sebastian was hopping forward on stage, dragging the mic behind him as he hopped forward. With each hop his junk deliciously popped up too. Blaine’s lips parted as he let out a pant. Okay now he definitely noticed he was growing in his pants. This show was just basically porn for our little Anderson. At the ‘Wow’ part Sebastian had dropped to his knees and let out the most orgasmic screaming yell in the beat of the music. Blaine had gasped and quickly let Rachel make a pirouette so he could look longer. The he noticed he was only two feet away from him and that was when the green locked into his hazel ones. Blaine’s face had heated up, just turned tomato red as he quirked his lips into a quick smile in panic. The green had dragged over him and then.. winked. Blaine quickly grabbed Rachel in front of him and turned them over. Only what he didn’t know is that he gave Sebastian a full view of his ass and Rachel a heart attack because she looked right in the face of Sebastian Smythe.
Hey, little girl on a spending spree I don't come cheap but the kisses come free On closer inspection I'm sure that you'll agree Ohhh!
Hey little girl, listen to my plea I come with a lifetime guarantee And one day maybe we'll find that baby makes three It's the Ladies' Choice I'm the Ladies' Choice The Ladies' Choice
I'm the Ladies' Choice choice choice I'm the Ladies' Choice
And that is how the song ended. At the last word Sebastian’s voice had dropped deliciously low and his eyes roaming for the dark haired boy. In the meanwhile Blaine had almost forgotten that they were in a competition. He slowly stopped moving and saw Rachel had a flush on her cheeks too.“This is amazing,” She let out. Blaine nodded eagerly and was genuinely happy Rachel was here now. Otherwise he would just have stood there and.. stared. He had looked at the stage but Sebastian was gone, three girls were now up singing. Rachel’s idols. It was slow in the beginning so the whole crowd moved to a slow dance. Rachel had her head on Blaine’s shoulder as they moved slowly. Blaine couldn’t complain about Rachel being so close. It was just nice to know to have someone who wanted you close. Now you lovely readers must be wondering… Yes. I can confirm that Rachel Berry may have a slight crush on the boy she was dancing with. Ever since they shared a drunk kiss. Now you may think.. drunk kiss? But you said our main guy was gay! Let’s just say that that kiss made Blaine Anderson realize he was gay. Yep, they never kissed again. But Rachel hadn’t forgotten it. Neither did Blaine but he was sure he would never kiss her again.
He was actually glad that there was a slow song not being sung by Sebastian. He needed the rest (And the cooling down). But when he opened his eyes he saw Sebastian right in front of him, slow dancing with a girl who had golden hair and honey eyes like him. He swallowed thickly and felt a pang of sadness in his chest. Probably his girlfriend, she was pretty enough. Rachel had lifted her head. Maybe Blaine was leading them to close but he couldn’t help it. And with that Sebastian moved in their direction, causing Blaine and Sebastian to collide with each other. Blaine had started stammering and mumbling some sorry’s while Sebastian’s voice was clear. “Oh! Sorry Little darling. I hope I didn’t undid your do,” he let out charmingly and his voice so---.Yes, we get the point. Sebastian had spoken charmingly as ever. “Just watch where you are going next time,” the blonde girl snapped. Blaine had no time to recover or snap for an answer since he was gaping at Sebastian. (live in flesh, here in front of him!) “Quinn! Don’t be cruel. Maybe it was my fault….,” Sebastian defended them. He had defended Blaine. Oh yes, Sebastian Smythe just did that before leading Quinn away and giving Blaine an brief apologetic smile. At this point Blaine had decided that Sebastian was a creature from heaven since he was actually nice in person. All he ever wanted. He let out a shaky breath when Rachel pulled him out of his drooling session. “Umm.. Blaine. Are you okay?,” she asked a bit worried. “Yes!,” Blaine quickly let out. “I think am going to visit the men’s room,” he excused himself. While in fact he needed fresh air.
Blaine was dashing out the dancing room and moved in the direction of the men’s room. He walked in and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair still perfect, like the brand promised to do so, and his cheeks flushed red mixing with embarrassment and excitement. He straightened out of the wrinkles of his shirt and fixed his crooked bowtie. His honey colored eyes bright and alive, more alive than ever. Blaine had just looked at himself in disbelieve and suddenly could hear a song starting to chime in his head.
I can hear the bells Well, don'tcha hear them chime?
Can't 'cha feel my heartbeat keeping perfect time? And all because he... Touched me He looked at me and stared, yes he Bumped me My heart was unprepared when he Tapped me And knocked me off my feet One little touch Now my life's complete 'cause when he
Blaine fluttered his eyes and walked out of the bathroom for some actual fresh air. The words were popping in his head and his voice was humming the melody softly. He humming slowly started to turn into words with out notice. Blaine walked through the open standing door as he had to express his feelings through song.
Nudged me Love put me in a fix, yes it Hit me Just like a ton of bricks, yes my Heart burst Now I know what life's about One little touch And love's knocked me out and, I can hear the bells My head is spinning I can hear the bells Something's beginning Everybody says That a boy like me Can't win his love Well, just wait and see 'cause I can hear the bells Just hear them chiming I can hear the bells My temperature’s climbing I cant contain my joy 'Cause i fin'ly found the boy I've been missin' Listen! I can hear the bells
Blaine was now singing out loud without he really registered it, looking over the cars over the parking lot. Blaine was so into his singing. He slumped into the wall with his flushed cheeks. Because Sebastian had touched him. Blaine always had imagined that he would marry a girl and have some kids even though he was gay. There would be no life for him if he would come out as a gay man. But this touch gave him a glimpse of the future what could be. Having a man touch him, the more rough and firm touch a man had. He had it all planned out by now. Blaine had it all planned out. Round one He'll ask me on a date and then Round two I'll primp, but won't late because Round three's When we kiss inside his car Won't go all the way But i'll go pretty far! Round four He'll ask me for my hand and then Round five We'll book the wedding band so by Round six Quinn, much to your surprise This lightweight champion Takes the prize and... I can hear the bells My ears are ringing I can hear the bells The bridesmaids are singing Everybody says That a guy who's such a gem Won't look my way Well, the laugh's on them 'cause I can hear the bells My father will smile I can hear the bells As he walks me down the aisle My mother starts to cry But I can't see 'cause Sebastian and I Are french kissin' Listen!
I can he---
“French kissing huh?,” the melodious voice of Sebastian interrupted the song Blaine Anderson was singing. Blaine jumped, having one of those mini heart attacks, as he searched for the voice. There the teen heartthrob was, lounging against the doorframe. His green eyes were amusedly looking over Blaine. “Wasthatoutloud!?,” Blaine had choked out in a squeaky voice. He couldn’t look at Sebastian in embarrassment, he started backing off and the tears burned in his eyes. This whole day was ruined now. Sebastian had heard that. He heard his song. He probably would be disgusted. He knew Blaine’s deepest secret. Our Blaine wanted to disappear in shame, just sink through the ground and be gone with it. A sniffle came from him and without another look at Sebastian; Blaine had run away to his car. Yes, these were dreadful times for our Blainers. He probably would be shipped of to a special camp or his eyeballs would be removed. That thought made a sob come from his lips. It took forever in his eyes to open his car and curl up behind the wheel. His knees were hugged against his chest as he softly sobbed. He had ruined everything! Everything! Awhh, pretty readers, don’t be sad now. Because Sebastian had followed little Blaine Anderson after the shock had settled in. Not the shock of having a boy liking him but that he had scared the boy so much. That he made him so upset with himself. Did I tell you that Sebastian was gay too? No? Oh, I am sorry for letting that teenieweenie detail out… Nah, actually I am not sorry because then I would have ruined the whole story wouldn’t I?
Sebastian tapped lightly on the glass what caused him to get a full watery-eyed puppy glance from Blaine. His eyes had widened before the blush was found on his cheeks again. “Can I come in..?” It had sounded far away. Blaine had his eyes dropped by now and shook his head ever so lightly. More because he wasn’t sure than that he didn’t want Sebastian to join him. Then Sebastian just opened the door and cocked his head to the side so he could look inside. Blaine looked up before casting down his eyes once again. “Can you please come out then?,” he let out in a surprisingly soft tone. Sebastian could almost slap himself at using a pun like that. Guess he had a way with puns. He let out a nervous chuckle himself, but that only seemed to convince our Blaine a bit. He slowly crawled out of the car to be only standing inches away from Sebastian who didn’t really got the personal space part apparently. Blaine looked up into a smug face, not really knowing what to say. He was so close to Sebastian. So. Close. Sebastian had cocked his head a bit more as he looked over Blaine, in which Blaine had swallowed thickly. Then Sebastian dove in for a kiss, pressing his lips on Blaine. Becaue the boy sang a song about kissing him, even marrying him! So what was in Sebastian’s way to make the boy happy again? A hand was placed on the side of his head and the other one was placed on the small of Blaine’s back. Sebastian had pulled the little boy away from the car and against. Blaine was finally getting out of his shock that he was just starting to respond. His arms suddenly wrapped around the taller boy’s neck as he moved to his tiptoes so Sebastian didn’t had to bend all the way down. He drew him in closer, wanting Sebastian so bad now, and slipped his tongue past the other’s parted lips. Sebastian swirled around Blaine’s tongue the kiss slowly transforming from sweet and hesitant to more heated and confident on both parts. Suddenly Sebastian pulled back and went through his hair. “I.. I don’t even know your name,” he had let out breathlessly. Blaine’s cheeks flushed once again fully bright red and slowly stammered out his name. “I-It’s B-Bl--.” “Sebastian!?”
Oh look at the time! I have to pause our story right here. Oh how you must hate me, lovely readers, for stopping right at this moment. Who called for Sebastian? Did that person saw anything? Are our boys in trouble? Will Sebastian know Blaine’s name in the end? Oh dear oh dear! All these questions! Maybe if you have been sweet this year I will continue this someday…
A/N: Hi there! I hoped you liked your Secret Santa. (And the others who read it!) I never wrote in this style before so I genuinely hope you enjoyed it. It is an open end so you can imagine was could have happened without me spoiling it, plus that I wasn’t sure about this at all and if it was fun to read I kind of left it like this. (I would love to write a sequel or a part 2 so let me know okay!? :3)
Song in order of appearance:
Good Morning Baltimore
It’s Hairspray
Ladies’ Choice
I can hear the bells
MERRY CHRISTMAS!! <3 x Mar
Merry Christmas, everyone!
There has be slight changed in some Secret Santa's, since some people didn't send me anything. But, of course, they won't receive a gift either. So a couple of people will get something outside their wish list, but I made sure they were really good presents ;)
Enjoy! :D
When will you be posting the submissions? :)
In a bit, I was busy with Christmas and now I'm fixing details :)
Please, send your gifts! Almost everyone has :) I'll be here at 11:00 p.m. EST and if you haven't send anything by that time, you won't receive anything either.
Also, have this in mind: If you have already sent a gift, then you will definitely get one. Don't worry about that ;)
Is it okay if we get our submissions in by the end of the 23rd PST time? D:
Sure! :) As soon as possible please <3