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I liked Sebastian so much because he spent his entire run on the show trying to get Blaine’s dick in his mouth. Like literally his only purpose was to want Blaine sexually, and I feel very represented by his character in that way.

If You Change Your Mind, You Know Where I Am..

((set directly after Sebastian and Blaine meet, during WSS, tension with Kurt, flirting, sneaky phone calls, all the good stuff))

"Would you happen to know how to get a red wine stain out of the blazer piping of my uniform?"

Blaine blinked a few times at the question, having just answered the phone call from Sebastian after contemplating it for a few rings. They'd been texting the past three days now, but for some reason a phone call felt much more intimate. It felt too much like cheating.

He answered anyways.

Once the question processed, he chuckled softly and leaned back in his computer chair where he was sat playing a video game before his phone had rang. He'd been doing that a lot more recently, zoning out everything in his brain with senseless, computer-generated violence and snappy comments towards incompetent people on his headset. Humming softly as he thought for a second, he scratched the nape of his neck before shrugging even though Sebastian couldn't see him. "Baking soda, maybe? Or that might be more of a vinegar situation...Possibly hydrogen peroxide? I don't know. I could ask my mom?" He suggested, receiving a short snort in response. He could hear Sebastian shuffling around his dorm room, and it sounded like he was on speaker, able to hear the feedback of his voice quietly.

"Yes, Blaine, please tell your mom that your underaged friend needs to know how to get alcohol off of his school uniform before class tomorrow."

Blaine paused. "Okay, I didn't think about that. Why didn't you just Google it?" He asked curiously, already typing it into the search engine himself as he listened to Sebastian continue to move around and the clack of his keyboard through the speaker. "Dish soap and hydrogen peroxide!" He exclaimed once it popped up, smiling to himself. "You kinda lucked out, ya know, with the piping being red and all..." He added, hoping he hadn't said too much that Sebastian forgot his original question. Because why did he call Blaine at 9:45 pm on a Wednesday to ask him something he could've easily looked up on the phone that was clearly in his hand.

"Because Google doesn't have a pretty voice," Sebastian said simply, having plopped down onto his bed after applying the mixture to the small stain that was hardly even noticeable, really just an excuse to call. "You're a lifesaver, Blaine Anderson." Blaine could hear the grin in his voice and it made his ears burn. "What are you up to, anyways? Skin sloughing session done for the night?" Sebastian didn't sound bitter or jealous, his tone light and teasing. It made Blaine laugh softly and shake his head.

"We've actually been forgoing those the past couple of nights. Been some tension with the whole West Side Story thing." He explained shortly, having already texted Sebastian a rant the day before about how Kurt was avoiding him ever since he landed the role of Tony. "I was actually, uh..Okay, don't judge me. I was actually just arguing with what sounded like a 13 year old Russian boy because I killed him in this game and he called me a fag." Blaine admitted, groaning when Sebastian immediately started cracking up. "I said don't judge me!" He almost whined, Sebastian just continuing to laugh softly in response.

"I wonder how he could tell you were gay," Sebastian mused after composing himself, crossing his arm behind his head after resting his phone on his chest with the speaker still on, letting Blaine's voice fill his dorm room. "Did you at least get him with a headshot?"

"You know I did, Sebastian." Blaine responded seriously, closing all the tabs open on his PC before taking his headset off and shutting everything down. He made his way to his bed, completely unaware Sebastian was already sprawled out on his own, curling up in his blankets and holding the phone a bit closer to his ear. Sebastian laughed again and Blaine felt himself smiling without even realizing, deciding in that moment Sebastian Smythe had one of the prettiest laughs he'd ever heard. After Kurt, of course.

Of course.

Swallowing thickly, Blaine glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand before letting out a soft breath. 10 pm. Kurt was definitely asleep, tucking in by 8:45 every night to get his beauty rest. His thoughts were interrupted by more of Sebastian's absentminded comments. "You know, I didn't really picture you as a gamer. But I guess it kinda fits the whole hot nerdy school boy fantasy."

Blaine blushed again. "You really shouldn't keep saying stuff like that.." He said softly, almost able to feel Sebastian's smirk grow through the phone. "And why is that?" The taller boy pried, somehow purring but demanding an answer all at once.

"I..I have Kurt. You know that, Sebastian." Blaine said weakly, immediately being met with a short sigh. "Look, Blaine. It's really not that deep. Just..have some fun for once, okay?" Sebastian wasn't being pushy, he almost sounded like he was exasperated, pleading with Blaine to just cut loose for once in his life.

"I can't. I'm sorry. Goodnight, Sebastian." Blaine hung up before he could think anymore, putting his phone face down beside him and physically flinching as he thought of how awkward that goodbye was and how shitty he felt for even entertaining it in the slightest. But there was another feeling, too, one he couldn't ignore. One that only grew when his phone buzzed once with a text notification.

'Goodnight, killer. ;)'

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verhaohan

Cruel Intentions Chpt. 1

((based off Cruel Intentions bc duh but basically Hunter and Sebastian being douches but there will be fluff later))

"Not a chance in hell, Smythe. He wrote last years English final on the importance of abstinence for fucks sake." Hunter couldn't but chuckle at the bet being placed before him by his best friend. Sebastian had a simple proposition for him; if he can sleep with Blaine Anderson, he gets to have his title back as the Captain of the Warblers. If he can't, he has to give up his lead solo at Nationals to Hunter.

"You doubt me?" Sebastian asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly, the lopsided grin never leaving his face. "I take offense to that, Hunter. You're well aware that I have a one-hundred percent success rate." He reminded, lifting his coffee and taking a sip. Sure, Blaine would be a challenge. But Sebastian enjoyed a good challenge every now and again. It was easy to go to Scandals and pick whatever guy he wanted for the night, but this...this would be a triumph for him. He could end his high school career on the highest note of all.

"I'm just saying, this one's a hard one to crack. Even for you."

Sebastian hummed shortly, nodding a few times before meeting Hunter's eyes, very seriously. "Care to make that bet?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Hunter stared at him in a mixture of amusement and disbelief for a moment before chuckling and shaking his head, holding his hand out for Sebastian to shake. Sebastian grinned widely and shook his hand firmly before sitting back in his seat and letting his eyes drift back over to where Blaine was sitting in the corner of The Lima Bean, reading a book, sipping a hot chocolate. Yeah. This would be a challenge, for sure. But Sebastian wanted that Captain title back for his senior year more than anything. Plus, Blaine was quite pretty, after all..

Zoning out whatever Hunter was saying, he tilted his head slightly as he watched the other boy read. He was completely oblivious to the staring, oblivious to the betting, the plotting, the stakes; all surrounding him.

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willgrahamscock

how many times did Will fantasize about getting pushed against this ladder for him to have a visceral reaction to Hannibal cornering him like this? slut, whore, harlot.

Text Messages

((that infamous line that we all know wasn't true))

"And all of those texts were family friendly!"

As soon as it leaves his lips, they both know it's a lie. Kurt huffs, rolls his eyes and shakes his head before storming away, out of his bedroom and eventually out of his house. Blaine doesn't try to stop him.

They'd been arguing for what seemed like forever now, it all coinciding with the day he met Sebastian, the day he was weak enough to give him his phone number.

Because, really, none of those texts were family friendly. Hell, they weren't even PG-13. They had been at first of course, at least on Blaine's end, but then something just clicked and he realized how badly he needed Sebastian. It was a biological response; his heart pounding at every text notification, smiles forcing their way onto his face no matter how hard he fought them, cheeks blushing at all the innuendos. He couldn't help it. He tried and tried and it was just impossible.

Sighing deeply, he stayed sitting on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot quickly as a means of distraction. He'd never meant to hurt Kurt. It wasn't some big, master plan he had to break his heart. Blaine wasn't like that. Blinking a few times when he heard his phone buzz beside him, he closed his eyes and inhaled through his nose to calm himself before picking it up and biting into his bottom lip when he read the text. It was 6pm. Sebastian had just finished lacrosse practice.

'Hey, killer. Was about to hop in the shower and thought of you. ;)'

Blaine felt his cheeks warm and he swallowed thickly, sending back a simple 'hey' and putting his phone face down on the bed.

Sebastian was mildly concerned. Blaine always used proper punctuation and some endearing emoji in his greetings, so this sort of response was a bit bizarre. He pulled off his sweat soaked jersey and plopped down on his bed, dialing Blaine's number and holding the phone to his ear. His shower could wait. One ring. Two. Three. Then an answer.

"Can you come over?"

Sebastian cocked an eyebrow, actually looking around his room to make sure he wasn't being Punk'd. There was a certain desperation in Blaine's voice that he had never heard from him before, one he usually only heard in the backrooms at Scandals from strangers he had bent over. But Blaine wasn't one of those guys. He hadn't even gone beyond kissing, information Sebastian had pried out of him on a phone call one day, so to hear that tone..there was no way Sebastian could say no.

"Absolutely." He said simply, already getting up to find a spare change of clothes. "You still live near Dalton, right? Send me your address, I'll be there in 20." He said before hanging up, a grin tugging at his lips as he headed towards the shower, somehow managing to take one, do his hair and get dressed in under 10 minutes. What could he say, Blaine fueled him in ways no one else ever could. Grabbing his keys off his computer desk, he popped the address Blaine sent him into his maps and almost gave himself a pat on the back when it showed his ETA would be exactly the time he said. He wanted to get there as quickly as possible, before Blaine had any chance to come to his senses and change his mind. Judging by how he sounded on the phone, though, Sebastian didn't think that would be much of an issue. Maybe spending every free second of his day texting Blaine was about to pay off. Maybe not. Either way, he had to take the chance.

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endiness

Seblaine Week 2025 | @seblaineworld | Day Seven: Adult Seblaine

angelhummel

Glee is actually So Peak and I pity the people who are only capable of enjoying it ironically. Imagine having no room for genuine joy in your heart

jacobjankowski

bugs when you lift up a rock

I'm Just A Teenage Dirtbag, Baby....

((pt.1 of Skank!Blaine bc I feel we were all denied that and I'm here to give it to y'all))

Blaine had spent the first few months after the breakup just trying to find himself. After over three years with Kurt, he had no idea who he was without him. Hell, he couldn't even pick out a matching outfit for the first couple of weeks because Kurt had always helped him with that, even after moving to New York. He forgot who he was entirely. And honestly? He deserved it, and then some. He had hurt Kurt in a way that was unforgivable, and that was evident by everyone in the New Directions turning against him once they found out the cause of their separation, which was Blaine being a horrible boyfriend.

At least that's what he would've agreed with four months ago. Now, though..Now he knew the truth. He had given up everything for Kurt. He left his school where he felt safe and admired and loved, drove 45 minutes to McKinley every morning, given up countless solos just to appease Kurt's ego, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. Kurt had made insecurities blossom in places where only wildflowers grew before. It wasn't a sudden realization that brought him to this conclusion. Not at all. In fact, if it weren't for someone he met, he'd still be moping around the halls with mismatched cardigans and bow-ties.

But then suddenly, a group of people he would have never associated with before, took him under their wing. They made him feel safe again. Admired. Loved. Sure, they weren't the most admirable people at McKinley themselves, but Blaine had soon made a name amongst them. He was kind of like a chameleon in that way, able to adapt to any situation while still staying true to himself. The Skanks made him over, of course, but only to the extent he allowed. Soft pink highlights in his now loose curls, having forgone the gel prison months ago, a tongue ring that he kept hidden from his mother fairly easily, skin tight black jeans with fishnets showing through the rips, and of course the Doc Martens they all wore. It was a drastic change, of course, but one he welcomed. He felt so trapped by what his parents wanted him to be for so long, that rebelling his senior year just felt right. And for the first time in months, he was happy.

Leaning back in his chair, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he typed feverishly on his laptop, trying to get an English assignment turned in before the deadline. Unlike the other Skanks, he still took his academics pretty seriously. He did want to go to NYADA, after all. Tapping his tongue ring against his teeth absentmindedly, he looked up only when he heard someone say his name, his charcoal lined eyes widening a bit when he saw who it was.

Sebastian. What the hell was he doing in The Lima Bean?

He hadn't seen him in ages, and while he definitely looked exactly the same, pressed Dalton uniform and all, Blaine did not. And Sebastian clearly was having some thoughts about it judging by the fact he was looking at Blaine the exact same way his parents did when they finally noticed the tongue piercing. Blaine frowned just slightly before composing himself and tilting his head up at the taller boy. "Sebastian," he greeted shortly, giving him a small smile before looking back to his assignment, trying not to audibly sigh when Sebastian pulled the chair across from him out and sat down, watching Blaine closely.

"May I ask why you now look like you regularly shoplift from Hot Topic and could also potentially be writing a manifesto in your basement?"

Blaine snorted softly, looking up at Sebastian through his lashes with a teasing grin. "My house doesn't have a basement." He said simply before picking his coffee cup up, taking a long sip of the warm, bitter liquid before finally meeting Sebastian's eyes. "What are you doing in Lima?" He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow that Sebastian now realized also had a piercing through it.

"You know there's nowhere else in a hundred mile radius that serves good coffee," Sebastian said back just as simply, tilting his head a little as he ran his eyes over Blaine thoroughly. "Ya know what? I'm actually kind of here for this whole look. The last time I saw you, you were sharing a wardrobe with Orville Redenbacher and Mr.Rogers, so I'd say this is a nice change." He decided, nodding a few times. Blaine couldn't help but laugh, though he rolled his eyes as well, a grin tugging at Sebastian's lips. Blaine hummed softly, thinking for a moment before saving his assignment and closing his laptop. "How are the guys?" He asked hesitantly, Sebastian immediately smiling a little. He knew Blaine would always have a spot in his heart for Dalton. "They're good. They all miss you, but that's nothing new." He chuckled, sipping his drink. "If I have to hear Trent cry one more time about how we have no chance at Nationals without you, I'm gonna have my father buy a 3D hologram of you to perform with us." He added, shaking his head in mild annoyance.

Blaine giggled quietly, shaking his head as well. "He's such a big teddy bear. I miss them, too..." He admitted, letting his eyes drift down to the table for a brief second before he cleared his throat and looked back to Sebastian's face. "Maybe I could come visit sometime? I'm not in the New Directions anymore, so it wouldn't be a conflict of interest." He shrugged. It was Sebastian's eyes turn to widen now. "What do you mean you're not in the New Directions anymore?" He asked in shock. Never did he think Blaine would ever stop performing. Blaine fell silent for a moment before sighing shortly, his whole demeanor changing to much more closed off than before. "It's a long story." He said finally, forcing a smile before standing and starting to pack up his things. "But, yeah, just..shoot me a message online. Okay?" He finished up quickly, giving Sebastian another weak smile before hurrying out of the coffee shop. He didn't need anyone else to know what he had done to Kurt. Especially not the guys at Dalton. They had always admired him, and this...None of this was admirable in their eyes. Shit, in anyones eyes. Except maybe Sebastian's.

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blaineabsolutist

blaine is like "☺️🌸 im in the dalton fight club✨"

deleteduser-239121412321-deacti

i would rather ship blaine with a guy who slushied him than with someone who consistently tears him down to the point where insecurity is born in places that never existed before

rewatching season 3 and knowing Darren doesn't think he has a Broadway voice while watching him play Blaine AND Tony at once while KILLING the vocals makes me so sad )): ur a star baby ⭐

darrencriss-is-superior

sorry one of ur posts came across my dash and i just wanted to say im glad someone else noticed kurt being fatphobic bc ugh if that shit doesnt piss me off!! no one ever talks about it :/ and it bothers me esp since he also said that shit to a pregnant quinn (s1 when she brings up makeovers to him and he makes a comment about shape-wear or clothes with a control panel for her bump) and rachel (airbrushing out her jowls s3), and lauren (s2 pushing her toward a more slimming color for her prom dress) who are arguably all supposed to be his friends bc of the whole “the glee club loves and supports each other” stuff :/

AND he did it to karofsky too (who i have mixed opinions abt since i do love dave (dude fucked up a lot, im not saying he didnt) but kurt going straight for insulting his body and getting away with it vs santana who was fatphobic toward finn and called out for it… the double standards damn). i get him retaliating against a bully and i wouldnt mind if him being shitty was exclusive to this buuuuut its not so i judge him harder as a result lol

like the guy was genuinely fatphobic as hell and part of it is bc of the time the show aired but i kinda hate how he gets painted as bestie (or bf) of the year, the nicest guy for not outing his bully, while everyone elses flaws are constantly on display and picked apart

anyway sorry for the rant i just cannot stand that dude for many reasons now and some of them are directly tied to how his fans (and the show itself tbh) treat him as this untouchable and perfect baby 99% of the time, or heavily downplay his flaws bc someone else did something worse so hes innocent now. all these bitches are all flawed and often shitty to each other like 😭

OMG THANK YOU!!!

I felt like I was losing my mind with my anti-Kurt posts,

Kurt’s so fatphobic I hate it so much,

Having a character I really love shame people like me suckssss

Thank you for your rant, I agree with everything you said

But I also want to add how he bodyshamed Blaine as well

UGHHH JUST UGHHHH

Why Kurt, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy????

He makes this big deal about being bullied,

But he completely ignores the fact that he can also be the bully towards other people

It’s honestly just so disgusting,

Like what happened to treat people the way you want to be treated lol?