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[smugsmythe]

anderstarblaine​:

I know! It’s so encouraging and so important to the youth of today and tomorrow. It makes me so happy.

[Private]

It’s a great name that you chose, because they’re both such common names that no one will ever be able to figure out it’s you. Oh, I can’t wait until my first invite to the Tony Awards, you’ll be my forever plus one. You’ll be the most handsome one on the red carpet, everyone will be so jealous of me.

[private]

Hopefully so; the more I think about how people finding out could put you in danger, the more I’m glad I listened to you about using a pseudonym. I’ll be your plus one to every single event and I’ll be front and center at every one of your shows. I’ve got to hold the title of your “biggest fan”, right?

[smugsmythe]

anderstarblaine‌:

That’s very true, and that’s extremely precious. I know! I wish that when I was younger there were out superheroes, it would’ve made me feel less scared when coming out. ...calls about what? Like trying to get more information about Nightbird? I’m really glad you didn’t publish it under your name. We can continue having a normal life while you alter ego gets all the glory and you reap the benefits. Have I mentioned that I’m really proud of you?

It’s crazy-amazing to think what this one article could do and impact the lives of queer people everywhere. Maybe we’re actually living in an era where no one ever has to be afraid to come out. 

[private] 

Calls about Nightbird, calls questioning who Steven Smith is... fortunately it isn’t against the law to interview a superhero vigilante. While the glamorous life would’ve been fun, I would’ve missed being just a normal couple with you. You’ll have to be the one to get famous on Broadway so I can live vicariously through you-- be your arm candy on the red carpet and all that jazz.

[smugsmythe]

anderstarblaine‌:

I feel like it’s a tie, most likely. I love living in a world where superheroes exist. It’s incredible. Yes! A fancy frame with a mat and everything- this is history. It’s no secret I’m obsessed with superheroes. I wish that I could express to you just how proud I am of you– I feel like I’m going to burst with pride. I know, I wish that we could tell people too. I want to brag about you to everyone I know. Your safety is most important, though. 

I don’t know, only one of us has an “I heart Nightbird” mug in the iconic “I Heart NY” style font. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that the guy is literally The Gay Avenger. I know. I heard the Times is getting calls about Steven Smith from the police and other people; it sounds like I would’ve been dealing with a lot of crap if I actually published it under my real name.

[anderstarblaine]

I’ve bought every copy of the Times that I could get my hands on. That Steven Smith sure knows how to write a cover story. I have never been so proud in my entire life. 

[smugsmythe]

Okay, I can’t tell who the bigger Nightbird fanboy is: you or me. But we’re definitely framing at least one. Way to be subtle, B. I just wish more people knew it was my article. But at least I made one person proud.

[smugsmythe]

Local Hero “Nightbird” Opens Up About Sexuality and Past

by Steven Smith Published on May 24, 2017

NEW YORK -- In uncertain times with the nation divided by those who seek equality and those who deny it, New York City’s LGBTQ+ can now look to one more hero for inspiration. Better known to the public as the nocturnal avenger, Nightbird, opens up in this exclusive interview about his past and how he has become the hero we all know.

“When I was younger, I was put in danger. I was a victim of assault because I’m gay and when it happened to me, I made the choice then to stop hiding and running from these special gifts I’d been given.”

After a trip to the hospital because of an assault fueled by homophobia, Nightbird assumed the mantle to help those just like him. But he didn’t stop at just protecting LGBTQ+ youth from homophobic bullying.

“I wanted to protect kids like me from the same fate. I migrated to New York and became more than just that. I began feeling the need to do more and more. Just fighting for one specific purpose felt selfish in a way. Helping the defenseless has felt like my duty since I became defenseless that day.”

Not only as a member of the LGBTQ+ community, Nightbird’s coming out wields itself as inspiration to meta-humans and mutants born with the X-gene. As the Mutant and Meta-Human Registration Act debates continue across the nation, mutant and meta-human citizens alike fear the uncertainty of their futures.

Nightbird stands to be an example that those with powers and abilities do not choose to abuse them for personal gain. The hero chooses to protect his identity because he knows that if exposed, there would be unimaginable repercussions that could potentially land the hero in hiding. Many mutans and meta-humans face the same obstacles even without a superhero identity if the Mutant and Meta-Human Registration Act passes Senate.

Senator Robert Kelly, an active anti-mutant activist, has stated multiple times that the presence of heroes much like Nightbird is exactly why all mutant and meta-human citizens need to registered. “It ensures the safety of our ‘normal’ and human citizens.” Kelly has also previously backed the controversial notion of an extraterritorial prison specifically to keep prisoners from “infecting” the public with their criminal ways.

Nightbird asks of New York City’s citizens, “Be kind to one another. The world is a really scary place and so many people are so quick to resort to name-calling, bullying, and even violence [...] It just isn’t who we are supposed to be as a species. We’re all people with our own struggles in life and we quickly forget that when we’re desperate. Be kind to people, and even help people out if you have the means. A little kindness goes a really long way.”

[smugsmythe]

The One With the Enervation

Date: May 22nd, 2017

Location: Blaine’s school & Seblaine’s apartment

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Blaine wears himself too thin so Sebastian takes him home to take care of him.

en·er·va·tion /ˌenərˈvāSH(ə)n/ noun a feeling of being drained of energy or vitality; fatigue. "a sense of enervation"

Blaine Anderson:

To say it had been an incredibly long few weeks and that Blaine was exhausted would be two vast understatements. Between work, school, Sebastian’s health, and his secret second life as Nightbird, Blaine was bound to collapse any moment from exhaustion. 

That’s what nearly happened one day while he was in the library with one of his classmates, discussing their lesson plan and future lesson plans they’d like to have in their own classrooms when he suddenly began to feel out of it. His mind was hazy and the room felt like it was spinning. It had happened to him a few times before, he’d gotten to his breaking point when spreading himself too thin and he would faint. He would wake up with his ex-husband hovering over him and trying to wake him up, having no recollection of what happened.

He slapped at his face gently as the girl next to him asked if he was okay. He assured her that he was fine, he had just felt faint for a moment. She didn’t buy he was fine, judging by the way all of the color completely washed away from his skin. Assuring her he was fine once more, Blaine stood up to show her and ended up on the floor, his legs weakening under his weight. That’s when she suggested they call Sebastian to come get him. Blaine insisted they shouldn’t bother him and tried to go about his business. 

It was about five minutes after the girl had left that he’d gotten a text from his boyfriend, causing him to sigh and roll his eyes. 

Sebastian Smythe: 

Although there had been multiple occasions where Sebastian could tell Blaine was wearing himself thin, he didn’t realize the severity until it was clearly too late. Blaine had nearly passed out from pure exhaustion. Sebastian felt horribly for not having paid more attention when they were at home and Blaine had left early for his morning classes.

After having received a call from a concerned classmate/friend followed by a mild text argument, Sebastian made the executive decision to pick Blaine up from school early and take him home. The same way Blaine had taken care of him after his epileptic episode, it was time for Sebastian to step up to the plate. He was more than ready to be the boyfriend Blaine needed.

Only minutes after Blaine had agreed to be picked up, Sebastian raced over with a speedy taxi although he wished he could’ve just sped over on foot. He’d told Blaine to wait for him inside the school but he pointed out his boyfriend to the taxi driver. “Goddammit, Blaine...” Sebastian growled under his breath as the car pulled up in front of Blaine who was sitting on a stoop that led into the school. “Hey, stoop kid, I told you to wait inside!” He told him, jogging up to Blaine and kneeling down to meet him. One glance and he could tell Blaine was sick.

Blaine Anderson:

The last thing Blaine had wanted to do was worry his boyfriend. He’d been through enough and had enough stress on him between having such a bad seizure and focusing to write his article about Nightbird. No matter how much he insisted he was fine, Sebastian wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

With a heavy sigh, Blaine gathered his things from the library and gave in, going outside to wait for Sebastian. He didn’t want to make the other search for him, it was bad enough he was coming all this way to get him when he could literally make it home himself. He sat there with his head in his hands, trying to take some deep breaths. The longer he sat there the more tired he felt. When he heard Sebastian’s voice he looked up and raised his eyebrows, giving a half smile. “And I told you not to come get me.” He chuckled before moving to stand up, swaying a little and losing his balance and stumbling off the stairs a little.

Sebastian Smythe: 

Sebastian luckily didn't need to use his powers to be quick enough to catch his falling boyfriend. “You're a feisty one even when you're sick,” he teased, wrapping an arm around the smaller man's waist and helping him into the taxi. Once they were seated, Sebastian placed his hand against Blaine's forehead. “You're warm.” With the click of his tongue, Sebastian pulled Blaine in to rest against him. “You've been overdoing it lately, killer. It's straight to bed with you when we get home.” Sebastian spoke in a playfully stern manner, serious though he wanted to be clear that he wasn't upset. Since Blaine was still awake and talking, Sebastian wasn't extremely worried-- especially now that they were on the way home.

Still, Sebastian needed to remain vigilant tonight and if that meant skipping the rest of the work day to focus on Blaine then by god, he was going to do just that. Already Sebastian was thinking of making some of Blaine's favorite dishes-- that were also easy to eat when sick-- so he could cook up a storm while the other was getting his rest.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine chuckled when Sebastian called him feisty, crinkling his nose as he was led into the taxi. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his full weight into his boyfriend and closed his eyes for a moment before letting out a soft whine. “I’m not warm, I’m fine,” he protested through a yawn, his body feeling extremely heavy as it thrummed with exhaustion. “Alright, alright, I’ll go to bed. But you have to stay with me.” The shorter bargained, feeling that if he could keep Sebastian in bed with him he would be able to rest without worrying about the other. 

“I almost fainted today.” He confessed, though the other already knew, his face scrunching up into a frown. “I don’t like the way that feels.” Blaine turned his face to nuzzle against Sebastian’s neck in an attempt to get closer. “I wonder if it is similar to when you have a seizure.” He mumbled, raising his eyebrows. “I suppose I’ve never told you this about myself, hm? That when I get overly tired I tend to faint. The last time it happened, Kurt told me I hit my head and was out for a concerning amount of time. Thankfully nothing bad.” He let out a bitter laugh. “He didn’t even bother calling 9-1-1 or anything, he just let me stay out until I woke up. I took myself to the doctor when I couldn’t get rid of the headache it’d given me.” Blaine rolled his eyes to himself, thinking of the time he’d gone to Santana and told her about the event, she told him then it was way past time to kick his husband to the curb.

Sebastian Smythe:

“Of course I’ll stay with you,” Sebastian promised. He’d stay with Blaine until he was asleep and then do everything in his power to make sure everything at home was taken care of. With him being the Flash, everything could be done rather quickly, however, so Sebastian was looking forward to spending a lot of time with his recovering boyfriend in bed.

He listened quietly as Blaine told him how this wasn’t a first-time occurrence. When Blaine revealed that it had happened previously in Kurt’s presence wherein the latter did nothing to help in such a concerning situation, Sebastian didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. Instead, all he felt was anger for the man that Blaine once called "husband”. Sebastian swore under his breath and huffed, thinking of leaving another fiery bag of dog poo on Kurt’s front door when he had the time. “I won’t let that happen to you, Blaine. If you’re not feeling better after some sleep, we’ll go to the doctor to get you checked out. But hopefully it won’t come to that.” He rubbed Blaine’s back as he assured him, chewing on the inside of his lip. 

Blaine was only a little sick and Sebastian was already so worried; was this how Blaine felt whenever he was having a seizure or a dizzy spell? Sebastian made a mental note to do his best to not give Blaine any reason to worry in the future. “I’m mostly dizzy before a seizure and then have an awful headache afterwards; it’s not… the worst, I guess. I don’t know. I feel like it’s worse for you since you have to watch me have it.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine smiled to himself as he nuzzled his face against Sebastian’s neck, humming softly. He was feeling more content already. “You’re such a good guy, Seb. Mm’lucky to have you.” Sebastian was such a better boyfriend to him than Kurt ever was as his husband. “You’re like this really bright silver lining after being in a dark, cold, cave for so many years.” He mumbled tiredly against the taller’s skin as he took a deep breath.

Nodding gently, Blaine sighed. “Fainting feels dizzy at first and then I black out for a little bit. It’s definitely not as bad as a seizure but I imagine the first part feels similar.” The shorter yawned as he frowned, thinking of the times he’d watched his boyfriend have a seizure and how scary it was. “Watching it is awful, I hate seeing you like that. It’s...really scary.” He explained, shaking his head gently almost as if trying to shake the image from his mind. 

Sebastian Smythe: 

A fond smile graced Sebastian's lips as he listened to how Blaine described him. His boyfriend had such a way with words, even on the verge of passing out. "More like I'm the light at the end of the tunnel," Sebastian boasted, thinking rather highly of himself-- especially when compared next to Kurt. "And that's a cave or tunnel we're keeping you far, far away from for as long as I can help it."

Sebastian frown mirrored Blaine's as they both thought back to the times whenever Sebastian had suffered a seizure. Sure, Sebastian was a bit scared leading up to the episode but blacking out made everything a bit easier to cope with for him. He couldn't even imagine the wreck he'd be if he had to watch Blaine suffer the same fate. "Well, hopefully the dosage of meds I'm taking will keep me from having anymore of those seizures. I can't have you worrying and stressing over me when I'm trying to take care of you," Sebastian claimed with resolution, pressing a kiss to the shorter man's forehead. "Rest your eyes and I'll let you know when we're home, okay?

Blaine Anderson:

“Mmkay,” Blaine mumbled as he settled a little more against Sebastian. His entire body was buzzing with exhaustion and he couldn’t relax. Shifting a little bit as the cab turned a corner, Blaine whined. His tiny body was extremely tense and uncomfortable- it was beyond exhausted by the time they reached home. 

The shorter was quiet as they made their way up to their apartment, only making pitiful sounds when he moved a certain way that his body disapproved of. Once they were inside, Blaine made his way into the kitchen, rubbing at his eyes as he opened up the fridge to get a bottle of water. “Gonna grab water and then-” he paused as he pushed the door closed, the dizziness that he’d been feeling the whole day increasing. He was feeling worse with every passing moment, he felt feverish. He was going to faint. “Seb,” He called out as he opened his eyes, his vision going dark. “I’m gonna-” He dropped the bottle and moved to sit on the floor to make sure he didn’t hurt himself more than necessary if he actually passed out. A few more moments passed and his hearing faded out before he passed out completely on the floor of the kitchen. 

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian didn't like Blaine moving around on his own but he'd managed to make it through the lobby just fine so a trip to the kitchen should've been alright-- or so Sebastian had assumed. While Blaine had made his way to the refrigerator, Sebastian had been rummaging through the pantry looking for some of Blaine's snacks that he could enjoy in bed. When he heard his boyfriend's warning, Sebastian stopped all he was doing to clamber down to the kitchen floor where Blaine had seated himself. "Whoa, hey," Sebastian put an arm around the other man's frame to hold him up and before he could say anything else, Blaine had passed out. 

"Blaine? Babe? Can you hear me?" Sebastian asked with urgency, his free hand gently slapping at Blaine's pale cheek. "C'mon, babe, talk to me," he chewed on the inside of his lip as he looked around the kitchen in futility, searching for something-- anything-- to help him. His eyes landed on the dropped bottle of water lying on the kitchen floor and Sebastian carefully maneuvered his boyfriend against his body to free up his hands. Quickly opening up the water bottle, he splashed some water onto Blaine's face, careful not to get it into his nose. He didn't know if this was proper first aid for someone who had fainted but Sebastian held his breath as he hoped it would work. 

Blaine Anderson: 

What felt like hours to Blaine was only minutes in reality before the shorter came to, the water helping to wake him. “Wh-huh?” He asked, feeling disoriented as his eyes fluttered open. His body buzzed as it usually did when he’d wake up from fainting. “Where-” Blaine’s brow furrowed, wiping at his face as he tried to sit up a little straighter. “What happened? Did I faint?” He looked to Sebastian, reaching for his hand. “Seb...I’m sorry.”

He felt really guilty at that moment, and embarrassed. “I'm sorry, this is all my fault.” He looked around a little as his consciousness was coming back, he noted they were on the floor. “I didn’t fall on you did I? I didn’t hurt you…” He asked, looking at his boyfriend concerned.  

Sebastian Smythe: 

"No, no, don't be sorry," Sebastian assured his boyfriend that everything was fine. "You kind of sat down before you fainted; you probably knew it was coming… I should've, too." Frowning as he looked over his boyfriend's features for visual indications that he was truly alright, Sebastian took it upon himself to hoist Blaine into his arms bridal-style. It wasn't very difficult considering Sebastian's strength but the guy was already pint-sized. "It's off to bed with you, mister," he declared, gathering up the water bottle and some snacks in Blaine's lap as he carried him to their room.

"You're on bedrest until Doctor Smythe says it's alright for you to go. Maybe if you're feeling better tomorrow the good doctor will perform a very thorough exam on you," he joked suggestively. "But tonight is all about some good old fashioned R and R."

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine pouted as he let himself be picked up. He didn’t like to be babied; he liked taking care of people. “Seb, I can walk,” he whined, barely protesting as he rested his head on Sebastian’s shoulder. A small grin tugged at his tired mouth as the suggestive statement left Sebastian’s mouth. “I’m sure a thorough exam would do me some good.” Blaine chuckled tiredly as Sebastian placed him down on their bed. 

“But, for real, I’m fine. I’m just a little tired,” he said, struggling to even kick off his shoes due to how exhausted his body was. He knew better than to let himself get to this point. He would be out of order for at least two days and Sam and Santana would be left to watch over the city themselves. He felt guilty. “I’m s’pposed to meet Santana tonight. Can you let her know I’m sick?” He knew there was no way Sebastian would leave him long enough to properly notify the pair of his absence. 

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the mention of Santana, because of course even while sick in bed Blaine would worry about his friends rather than his own well-being. After helping Blaine get his shoes off and setting them aside, Sebastian pulled the blankets up to tuck his boyfriend into bed. "Tell you what-- if you promise you'll actually try to get some rest, I'll give what's-her-face a courtesy call, okay? No rest, then no call to the devil incarnate." He gave Blaine a stern look that seemed to melt away as they made eye contact. There was no way Sebastian could actually be even remotely assertive when looking at Blaine's cute face.

He sat on the edge of the bed next to Blaine and leaned over to press a quick kiss to his forehead and another to his lips. "I'll even sweeten the deal for you here: you'll get to have me all to yourself in bed, for as long as you want. So what do you say, B? Do we have a deal?"

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine sighed softly, knowing that there was no arguing with Sebastian on the matter so it was in his and the city’s best interest to follow his orders of resting. It didn’t sound so bad anyway-- an entire night or two at home doing nothing but resting with his boyfriend at his side and pretending nothing else was going on in the world was extremely appealing. He’d deal with the consequences later. “Okay, okay, deal.” He smiled a little against Sebastian’s lips as he returned the kiss. 

“Will you just turn off my phone before you c’mere?” He asked, pulling back the covers a little and patting the spot next to him. “If we don’t, she’ll probably call me and bug me about not meeting them.” 

Sebastian Smythe:

With Sebastian satisfied with his boyfriend's answer, he made a quick call to Santana and kept the conversation short. He told her that Blaine was sick and the two could swap old lady recipes on another day. He didn't give Santana time to respond, hanging up immediately and turning off the phone. After placing it somewhere to be forgotten about, Sebastian got under the covers and snuggled up next to him.

"Better?" he asked with a smile, wrapping an arm around Blaine and bringing him in close. "Need you to get some rest, B."

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine chuckled softly to himself, knowing that Santana was probably cursing both him and Sebastian for just bailing on his Nightbird duties for the night. But...they’d managed without him before and they would again. Law enforcement was there for a reason after all. Blaine settled down into the bed, cuddling up close in Sebastian’s arms as he let his body relax, letting out a deep breath. “Mmm, much better.”

Nuzzling his face into Sebastian’s neck, Blaine hummed happily, feeling comfortable and content. This spot had become everything he believed the word “home” to feel like and it would never get old. “Love you so much.” He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to whatever skin he could reach.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian's smile only broadened when Blaine reached up to kiss him; it was obvious that Blaine was awfully tired. "I love you too-- so much," he said back in a quiet voice. With his hand resting upon Blaine's back, he rubbed up and down in a soothing fashion in hopes of lulling him to sleep.

"The sooner you sleep, the sooner you'll wake up and eat dinner… I plan on cooking up a storm while you sleep this away." Sebastian pressed a soft kiss to the top of his boyfriend's head and settled a bit more in bed; once he knew Blaine was in a deep sleep, he'd sneak out and make something for him to eat. Maybe he'd stay for just a bit longer, just to enjoy this closeness-- this amazing feeling of not wanting to be anywhere else but right here with Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

“Mm, love when you cook.” He mumbled against Sebastian as he yawned yet another time before settling finally so he could fall asleep. “Don’t leave too soon, though.” He tightened his arms around the other. He could feel every inch of his body already beginning to relax and recharge just by being in Sebastian’s arms.

It didn’t take him much longer before he was fast asleep, his body and mind at ease and recharging from the exhausting days he’d endured.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian gladly obliged; he stayed well after Blaine had drifted off to sleep. It was healing for him as well to be so close with him. Dinner and the like could wait until later since it seemed that his mere presence was the best antidote for Blaine at this moment. It was reassuring to him that just by being there for Blaine, he could actually see him feeling and getting better. Out of all the times they’d been together, it was moments like this that reassured Sebastian the most that they were both exactly where they belonged: with each other.

[smugsmythe]

📲 Text || Blaine → Sebastian

Blaine: No, please, I'll come home, I promise.

Blaine: Just stay home and rest yourself.

Blaine: Babe don't be stubborn!

[...]

Blaine: You've already left haven't you?

Sebastian: ETA is 10 minutes. I'll see you in a bit.

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📲 Text || Blaine → Sebastian

Blaine: Babe..

Blaine:...okay maybe I'm a little tired.

Blaine: I wouldn't be trampled, don't be dramatic.

Blaine: I have class though...

Sebastian: Being there when you're half-knocked out isn't going to do you any good.

Sebastian: If you're home, you can rest and recharge and get back to your studies when you're better.

Sebastian: I'm getting in a taxi and I'm headed over there. Wait for me inside.

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📲 Text || Blaine → Sebastian

Blaine: I didn't, though. I'm fine, I promise.

Blaine: No, you are supposed to be resting yourself. You don't need to worry yourself with coming to get me. I can make it home just fine.

Sebastian: You're not very convincing.

Sebastian: I won't be able to rest if I'm worrying about you fainting in the middle of the city on your way home from classes. Or at work where you could be trampled by a crowd of gay showtunes-crazed addicts.

Sebastian: I'm coming to pick you up and that's final.

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📲 Text || Blaine → Sebastian

Blaine: ...are you joking?

Blaine: I told her not to call you..

Blaine: I'm fine, Seb. It's not that big of a deal.

Sebastian: I'm glad she called me! What would've happened if you took a spill and hit your head?

Sebastian: I'm coming there to pick you up; you need to come home. Now.

[smugsmythe]

📲 Text || Blaine → Sebastian

Sebastian: I just got a call at work from one of your classmates that you almost passed out??

Sebastian: What happened?? Are you okay??????

[smugsmythe]

The One With the Disagreement || Seblaine

Date: May 20th, 2017

Location: Hospital in New York City

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Following Sebastian's seizure, he is brought to the hospital by Nightbird, still seizing. Blaine enters in civilian clothes to assess the situation.

Trigger Warning:  mentions of seizures.

dis·a·gree·ment /ˌdisəˈɡrēmənt/ noun 1. lack of consensus or approval. synonyms: dissent, lack of agreement, difference of opinion, dispute; "there was some disagreement about the details"

Sebastian Smythe:

After Sebastian had been dropped off in the emergency room, he was left in the care of somewhat clueless doctors. They didn't know how to treat him; he didn't have a typical case of epilepsy. They'd shot him up with drugs in an attempt to stop the seizure he'd been having that had gone on for nearly ten minutes now but it didn't seem to be working. They had managed to hook his convulsing body to machines that flashed and blared angry red numbers, alerting the doctors of the seriousness that was Sebastian's panicking body.

“If this kid doesn't stop seizing, he's going to fry his brain!” One of the doctors claimed out loud, ordering a nurse to inject another dosage to hopefully halt Sebastian's seizure.

It wasn't until just moments after Blaine had rushed into the emergency room, just after a third futile dosage into Sebastian's thigh but right before a fourth, that his episode had finally stopped.

“Heart rate and breathing signs are… stabilizing?” A nurse said aloud, confused. Sebastian's breathing wasn't nearly as strained as a moment ago but it didn't stop a nurse from attaching a nasal cannula onto him just to be safe.

“Hook him up to an EEG machine. I need a neurologist in here, immediately!” The doctor barked, frustrated at the situation.

When he turned to leave the triage area, that was when a nurse approached and informed him of Blaine's arrival. “Doctor, the patient's husband is here.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine tried to hold himself together the best he could even though he knew he didn’t have to be on guard at that moment, he was just Blaine again. It was as if he was walking in slow motion as he followed the nurse to Sebastian. He glanced over the nurse’s shoulder to see if he could peek at his boyfriend, but no such luck. When they stood there in front of the doctor finally, the frazzled, frustrated look on the elder’s face wasn’t comforting.

“Hi, Blaine,” the doctor introduced himself.

“Is he… is he okay?” Blaine asked, saying a silent prayer that Sebastian was just fine and didn’t have any long-lasting damage. He said a quicker prayer that he was still alive. He didn’t even want to imagine.

The doctor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the shorter man. “Your husband’s seizure lasted way longer than what we call a medical emergency.” The statement made Blaine’s heart jump into his throat and the tears built up faster. “We got him to stop seizing finally and now he’s… stable for the time being. We don’t know what caused this yet or why it lasted so long so we’re going to hook him up and run some tests. We’re going to start with an EEG and I have a neurologist on her way right now to come take a look at him. He’s alive and stable… right now.” The doctor stressed, unsure of what exactly could be going on with the man laying on the bed, he didn’t want to get Blaine’s hopes up in case something were to happen under his watch.

Blaine nodded with only a sniffle as he listened to the doctor speak, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hands. “Uh, yeah, thank you so much, doctor. Can I… Is there room for me in there with him?” The doctor told him that he could see Sebastian while they were waiting for the neurologist to arrive but no promises for after then. Blaine didn’t argue.

Thanking the doctor once again, Blaine made his way to Sebastian’s bedside, looking down at his man, his gorgeous man. “Oh, honey,” he whispered, brushing his hand through Sebastian’s soft hair. “This was such a big, good day for you.” Blaine felt extremely saddened that the day had to end on such a sour note. “I love you, Sebastian,” he said, leaning down to press his lips against the taller’s forehead. “Please wake up for me, okay?” His voice was gentle as he reached behind him to grab the doctor’s stool. He stayed back just a little, knowing that if and when Sebastian woke up he’d be majorly disoriented and he didn’t want him to be anymore startled than necessary.

Sebastian Smythe:

The triage area where Sebastian was situated gave the two just a little bit of privacy, the standard hospital curtain obscuring them from at least half the other patients there. The steady beep of the EKG machine Sebastian was hooked up to was akin to a ticking clock-- each beep signaled another moment had passed where Sebastian remained unconscious.

It didn't take very long at all for a different doctor-- supposedly the neurologist-- to make an appearance, holding a chart and being briefed by an ER nurse. “We're going to run a few tests to make sure he's okay, alright?” she told Blaine after she'd introduced herself with a sweet smile.

“That won't be necessary.”

The neurologist turned around to see another woman in a lab coat standing in the doorway. “Excuse me? Who are you? I was paged for a neurological consult on this patient.”

“I'm Mr. Smythe's neurologist and personal physician; he's been seeing me since his first episode and I've been following his case very closely,” the woman told the doctor before flashing her medical identification at her. She snatched Sebastian’s chart out from the neurologist’s hands. “Please leave.”

The neurologist grumbled under her breath and scurried away. The woman turned to Blaine and extended her hand as she introduced herself. “My name is Doctor Caitlin Snow. I think you already heard me say I'm Sebastian's physician.” She produced from her lab coat pocket a syringe filled with a green liquid, the needle covered by a bright blue safety cap. She didn't hesitate to undo the safety cap and stick Sebastian in the arm with the green liquid.

The EKG machine beeped erratically for less than a moment-- too short to alarm anyone-- before it evened out again.

“He should wake up shortly,” she assured Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine tore his attention away from Sebastian when he heard the voices coming closer, watching the exchange between the two with raised eyebrows. His brow furrowed a little when the younger woman explained she’d been seeing Sebastian since his first seizure, he didn’t recall but in all fairness, he hadn’t gone with Sebastian to his doctor’s appointment. “H-hi, I’m Blaine. Nice to meet you.” He shook her hand.

He watched as she worked quickly with no hesitation, seamlessly. “What’s tha- oh.” He said when the machine beeped and then calmed down. “Oh. Really?” He asked her with a hopeful voice, looking down at his boyfriend, taking his hand once more. “What... Is he going to be okay? What’s going on with him?” Blaine asked, looking to her once more. “I don’t really understand all of this or why this is happening and honestly I’m really kind of freaking out right now,” he said, talking a little quickly. Though he was never one to have an anxiety problem, he was starting to feel physically exhausted with this worry of losing Sebastian.

Sebastian Smythe:

Snow’s jaw was set as she listened to Blaine and his questions. Truth be told, no one really knew what was happening to Sebastian or why he wasn’t getting better. According to Professor Garrick, the speed force should give him a healing factor and protect him. The more Sebastian’s condition worsened, the more it seemed that the speed force was actually hurting him. “I'll be honest with you, his case is increasingly concerning and he needs to be under close observation,” she explained. “The brain is already complex and Sebastian was struck by lightning. I don't think he'll ever have a normal life if he continues--”

“Wha-- Blaine?” Sebastian's scared voice cut through the room as he suddenly jerked awake, effectively interrupting Snow.

Sebastian weakly gripped his boyfriend's hand, his fear washing away when his eyes found Blaine's. He was still out of it and didn't know what happened but he knew Blaine was there and in that moment that was the most important thing to him. He found comfort in Blaine. “Did I have another seizure?” he asked as he tried to rub his eyes only to find there was a heart rate finger-clip attached to him. “... Why hospital?” he asked groggily, confused.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine listened intently to what Dr. Snow had to say, wanting every piece of information possible-- he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to relay some information to Santana and have her do her own research if this were to keep happening. Blaine’s head jerked towards Sebastian when he heard him waking up. “Sebastian,” he said, bringing the chair close once more to sit so he could be closer to his boyfriend. “Hey you’re okay,” he said in a hushed, gentle tone.

“Y-yeah, babe, you did. It was pretty bad this time. But you’re okay,” he assured him. “Nightbird brought you here to make sure you got the help you needed.” Blaine nibbled on his bottom lip, rubbing Sebastian’s hand with his thumb. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” he asked carefully, his voice soft and words slowed as to not overwhelm him.

Sebastian Smythe:

“I’m fine..? I think?” Sebastian’s furrowed brow creased deeper as Blaine filled him in on what he’d apparently missed out. He didn’t remember the details to his episode yet and his memory was very foggy. When Blaine mentioned Nightbird, his eyes widened a bit and he tried to sit up in the hospital bed. “Nightbird! Where is he?!” he asked with urgency. His sudden movements caused a jolt of pain in his head and he slumped back down against the sheets.

“Probably not a good idea to get out of bed,” Snow warned, looking through his medical chart and making a few notes. “In fact, I’d strongly recommend bed rest tonight and staying home from work tomorrow, as well.” She turned to look at Blaine and smiled at him. “I trust your husband will be able to keep an eye on you?”

“Huh? What?” Sebastian mumbled, still out of it. “Husband..?” he looked between his doctor and Blaine, still confused.

Snow just chuckled softly, seemingly not too concerned now that Sebastian was awake and talking. She produced a business card from her coat pocket and handed it to Blaine. “Call me immediately the next time something like this happens or if you just have any concerns,” she told him. “I’ll call Sebastian tomorrow when he’s feeling better for a proper follow-up with testing.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine shook his head as Sebastian tried to sit up. “Hey, hey, slow down.” His words overlapped Dr. Snow’s as he motioned for the other to stay put. When Caitlin addressed him, Blaine nodded with certainty. “I will absolutely be keeping an eye on him, don’t worry.”

When Sebastian questioned Blaine’s title, it made the shorter chuckle. “Don’t you remember? I’m always your husband in the hospital,” he winked at him before turning his attention back to the young woman in front of him. He stood up to shake her hand. “Thank you so much, Dr. Snow. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you coming tonight,” he said with a grateful tone as he took the business card. “It’s nice to know Sebastian is in such good hands,” Blaine expressed, though he didn’t know much about Caitlin Snow, he felt comfortable with her. Plus, she managed to get Sebastian awake and she didn’t seem frazzled when the other doctors did.

Blaine returned to his seat next to Sebastian and took his hand again, holding it tight. “I’m so happy you’re awake,” he whispered looking at his boyfriend with care and worry. “I was really afraid when they told me you had been seizing for so long. Thank goodness for Dr. Snow or else you might not have woken up.” He shook his head, scooting a little close. “As for Nightbird, he couldn’t stay long because of the crowd, he didn’t want to draw attention away from you getting help- also he wanted me to know where you were as soon as possible.”

Sebastian Smythe:

It took a moment for Sebastian to catch onto what Blaine was telling him and when it did, he quirked a smile. “Right, I remember-- happily betrothed,” he assured as he remembered what Blaine had told the doctors after Sebastian had been struck by lightning.

He didn't have the energy to argue with Snow or talk about how he didn't need to take the day off; a few hours of sleep and he'd be back on his feet in no time. It was weird to see his two worlds coming together-- Snow was a direct connect to the Flash, talking to Blaine like a completely normal person. He supposed even people who weren't superheroes had their own secrets to hide.

Looking towards Snow, Sebastian knew he was in for a lecture the next time he went over to Professor Garrick's lab. Thankfully the doctor didn't seem angry right this moment and left the two men alone in peace.

“You talked to Nightbird? Did you get to see him?” Sebastian asked, slowly and surely coming out of his grogginess and becoming a bit more alert as time passed since his episode. “Shit, do I have my bag? My camera?” Sebastian wouldn't know what he'd do if the entire interview went down the drain because he'd lost his bag.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine shook his head as Sebastian asked about Nightbird. “Yeah-yeah I talked to him, he pulled me from home to come see you. I was really worried about you, I was afraid that I’d come in here and--” he stopped, shaking his head when Sebastian mentioned his bag. “Yeah, it’s here so I assume he brought it,” he assured him, feeling a twinge of guilt in his stomach because he knew his camera was nestled in the bag in shambles. Luckily he was sure the SD card was probably still just fine-- it was mostly the lens and camera that was damaged. “I’m sure your camera and everything is okay.

“Seb, please, don’t stress out. Everything is okay, your story is going to be great,” he nodded confidently as he wrapped his other hand around Sebastian’s. “You can worry about work and your story later, okay? You need to focus on relaxing right now and taking it easy,” Blaine suggested gently. “Dr. Snow said that this is concerning and your case is increasingly concerning and that we have to keep an eye on you.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian felt anxious, unaware of the exact location of his bag and its contents. “Hand it to me— I need my phone, I have to call my boss,” he insisted, his heartbeat picking up. Clearly Blaine’s suggestion to take it easy fell on deaf ears as he ignored his painful ailments.

“I just,” he grunted as he attempted to sit up again, “I need to write that article so it can get published before tomorrow..!” The EKG machine he was hooked up to started beeping but Sebastian paid no mind; he had a fast heart anyhow because of his abilities. In that moment the only thing that mattered to him was his Nightbird exclusive. “I swear I’m fine; we should get out of here so I can get to my laptop and—“

An ER nurse pulled back the curtain to the triage area Sebastian was sitting in, having been alerted by the urgent beeping. “Mr. Smythe, please calm down..!” She ordered, finally catching Sebastian’s attention. “Your doctor has ordered that you stay put for at least an hour for observation. You’re not going anywhere just yet.”

Blaine Anderson:

“Sebastian, really, you need to calm down— you don’t need to work yourself up so much,” Blaine said, standing up to try and coerce his boyfriend to sit still. “You aren’t writing anything tonight, you just--”

He was interrupted by the nurse coming into the room, barking at Sebastian. He was relieved for a moment when the nurse seemingly made Sebastian calm down, thankfully. His nerves were beginning to come unraveled as the previous hour had taken its toll on his already exhausted body. He stayed quiet until the nurse was finished.

He turned to the taller, trying his best to keep his composure. “Seb, please. You just had a seizure, you don’t need to worry with work right now. Your things are fine and you can work on it tomorrow. At home. In bed.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian's frustration grew when the nurse informed him that he had to stay in bed for at least a while longer. Between his pounding headache and both the medical staff and Blaine telling him to stay put, Sebastian just wanted to get the hell out of there. With an immature huff, he crossed his arms over his chest and laid back in the hospital bed.

“I guess it can wait until tomorrow…” he mumbled, compromising a bit and trying to relax. Looking over to his boyfriend, he realized he was stressing him out further. “I'm sorry. I just-- I was really looking forward to tonight and this stupid seizure… fucked everything up.” He let out another sigh and draped an arm over his eyes. What Blaine had said was true-- Sebastian really did need to rest and de-stress.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine took a deep breath and then took a seat next to Sebastian once again. “Thank you.” He said when Sebastian agreed to wait until the next day. Rubbing his face with his hands gently he sighed. “It’s okay. I know you were looking forward to tonight and I’m really sorry that this happened.” The shorter said, placing his hand on Sebastian’s. “But, this… you… you’re more important than that interview right now.” His hazel eyes glanced down as he nibbled on his bottom lip.

He felt really guilty for his feelings in that moment, he felt like crying. He wanted Sebastian to hold him and console him because he’d been so afraid that whole night. But Blaine knew that was selfish and Sebastian was the one who needed him in that moment. “Are you okay? Do you feel okay? How’s your head?” he asked, reaching forward to brush his hair back, gently touching his forehead.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian didn't quite share the same sentiment as Blaine that he was more important, but he wasn't about to say so out loud. This wasn't the time or place to argue.

Smiling softly when Blaine reached towards him to comfort him, Sebastian gripped his hand and gave a gentle nod. “I'm okay, I promise. Just tired from… everything, I guess. I have a headache but it's no worse than last time. I promise I'm okay,” he tried to reassure Blaine that everything was okay and that he could breathe a sigh of relief.

“Honestly, I just want to put this behind us. I hate seeing you so stressed out because of me and these stupid fucking seizures, and being stuck on bed rest isn't exactly my idea of a great time.” Sebastian let out a heavy sigh then, bringing Blaine's hand up to his lips. He pressed a gentle and slow kiss to the back of his hand, finally relaxing for the first time that night since they'd gotten to the hospital. “I love you. I promise everything will be better after tonight.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s forehead wrinkled a little sadly when Sebastian attempted to comfort him at first but by the time he felt the other’s lips against the back of his hand he began to feel slightly less tense and even managed a tiny smile. “I love you, too.” He said gently, moving his hand to brush his thumb against Sebastian’s cheek. “I hate seeing you like this, too.” I hate seeing you have a seizure. It was the most terrifying thing and he didn’t know if he would ever get used to it. He hoped he wouldn’t have to. “Hopefully Dr. Snow can help and we can get you on the right track so maybe this never happens again.” He said vaguely hopeful even if he didn’t know how much be believed it himself.

“I’m just thankful that you weren’t alone.” Blaine added, the thought of what might’ve happened had Sebastian been alone tonight when it happened made him sick to his stomach. Shaking his head, he tried to put the image behind him and focus on his boyfriend in front of him. He was awake, he was breathing, he was okay. Everything was okay for that moment in time. “I will just be happy to get you home and into bed. I know you’re safe here, but it’s less… scary… at home.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian gave a vague nod at the mention of Dr. Snow figuring something out. He, too, was uncertain where they were on the path to finding a cure. It wasn't something Sebastian liked to think about; this condition was almost like a crutch he felt like he might have to carry for the rest of his life. Still, Sebastian knew that his boyfriend thrived when all was well and there was nothing to worry about. “Hey, look at me!” Sebastian said in a cheerful tone despite his weariness, “I'm completely fine. I mean, I look like I had a rough night but in about an hour you and I are gonna be snuggled up in our bed together and you won't have any reason to be scared.”

He hoped his words and reassuring smile was enough to put Blaine's worries to rest-- at least for a little while-- until he could physically prove that he was at fit as a fiddle. Tonight was just a hiccup. “Besides, maybe you're right; if I wait to write the article, I can sell the story to a different paper. Like, this is the story of the century, B. I could get published in the Times. Can you imagine that-- my name-- in the New York Times?”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine let out a soft chuckle when Sebastian tried his best to make him feel like everything was fine. Unfortunately, Sebastian had no idea what it was like on his side of things just like Blaine had no idea what Sebastian had to go through. “I wish it was so simple.” He shook his head, looking down to play with the other’s fingers a little with his own, keeping his hand in his.

He held back an audible sigh when Sebastian mentioned the article again-- he knew Sebastian was really excited and he was excited for him, he just wished he was a bit more concerned with what happened and not with the article. Still, he couldn’t stop the small smile from creeping across his face as he looked at his boyfriend’s face. “I know, this is a story that no one else in the world has and you could actually take it anywhere you want.” He shook his head. “I’m really proud of you, Seb. Your name in the Times. It would be amazing. Well, your pseudonym, obviously.” He corrected, it would be far too dangerous for Sebastian’s name to be on the story-- everyone would be too interested in how he got such an in with Nightbird and they’d be all over him for more information. “Have you given any more thought to that, by the way? Have you decided on a name?”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian's brow creased at the mention of his pseudonym. Truth be told, he didn't want to use a fake name. He wanted the recognition and he wanted people-- editors, magazines, everyone-- to be knocking on his door offering him opportunities on a silver platter.

“Yeah, about that…” he started, speaking as he internally debated with himself. “I mean, I know we talked about this and everything but… Blaine, you weren't there; you didn't hear what Nightbird had to say and this interview… it was more than I could've ever wanted.” Sebastian recalled how Nightbird had come out as gay on the record. He tried to lean in as close as he could to his boyfriend and lowered his voice, “Blaine, Nightbird is the Gay Avenger. He told me he's gay..! I publish that story and I become like, the liaison for an LGBT advocate.”

Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about the endless possibilities. He saw himself walking down the carpet at the GLAAD awards for his article… going on Ellen to share Nightbird's story to middle-aged people everywhere. Sebastian saw himself with the recognition he had always craved in his career.

“I almost died tonight because of this stupid seizure so I'm not playing it safe. I'm not going to use a pseudonym.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s face mirrored Sebastian’s when the other began speaking about possibly not using a pseudonym, his brow furrowing. He listened as the other continued to go on about Nightbird, not really reacting much because he was too focused on his complete disregard for his safety. When Sebastian mentioned almost dying, Blaine raised his eyebrows and nodded his head quickly. “Yeah, you almost died; that’s all the more reason why you need to be careful, Sebastian.” He shook his head, feeling his blood pressure rising along with his exhaustion. “It’s not like using a pseudonym makes you invisible from the credit-- the important people will know who you are. It’s not like there will be some stand-in for you-- it’s just a name.” He explained, staying as calm as he could for the time being.

“Babe, I know you really want all of the glory from this huge story that you have-- it’s so huge. There’s no way you’re taking it back to your job-- people will be begging you for this story once they know you have it. I just think because of that reason is why you should absolutely not publish it under your real name. It could be really dangerous-- there are really dangerous people out there in the world, especially the super world, that will want to know how you got such an in with Nightbird. They’ll assume you know how to get to him and they’ll take advantage of that.”

Sebastian Smythe:

It only niggled at Sebastian’s brain a little when he revealed that Nightbird was gay and Blaine showed no interest. Obviously his boyfriend was only concerned about his well-being at the moment and nothing else mattered. Not Nightbird, not this story-- only him. Sebastian wasn’t quite so like-minded.

“Yeah, exactly! People will be begging for me-- by name-- because they know I’ll have the scoop. What if Nightbird agrees to a second interview? What if I find out another extra juicy secret like his twin brother is an evil mastermind from Croatia? Who knows what I’ll unveil next and how many people will be wanting me to get the story.” Sebastian tried to argue his point. “Besides, dozens of people put themselves into danger every day… If some asshole villain has beef with me, I’m sure Nightbird will come to the rescue, anyway. Or maybe even the Flash.” He chuckled a little to himself then, thinking about how if he ever ran into trouble he could just get out of it with his abilities.

Sebastian thought about how else he could persuade Blaine into seeing things his way. “If I get my name out there and start getting recognition and making serious money, you won’t have to spread yourself so thin with work and school; you can focus completely on getting your teaching degree and maybe even start going back to auditions for Broadway stuff again. Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine looked down as Sebastian spoke, trying to listen but it was hard, there was a wall going up in his mind that didn’t care at all what his reasoning was or what kind of story it was-- Sebastian’s safety was the most important thing and had he known Sebastian would go back on his word he would’ve never agreed to the interview. “Seb...” he said, shaking his head. His heart beating a little harder as he grew rather upset.

“Yeah, babe, all of that would be amazing but it can literally all still happen. None of that isn’t possible. It’s literally only a pseudonym. This is ridiculous, Sebastian. I really can’t believe you’re going back on what we talked about already-- you know how I feel about this.” He began to tear up out of frustration, his fuse shorter due to how tired he was. Letting go of the taller’s hand, he stood up, shaking his head. “Do you not care about literally everything I just said? Your career and our lives will not be affected by a pseudonym. It’s just a name.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian frowned as Blaine stood up, hearing the frustration in his voice. He understood what he was being told; he just didn't agree. “Of course I care about all of that, I just--” he sighed again, not wanting to push his opinion further since it was clearly making Blaine upset. “I feel like you're just being overly cautious about this because I just had a seizure less than an hour ago.”

He figured he would try just once more to convince Blaine, wanting to reassure him and quell his worries. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me; there have been other articles written about superheroes and nothing's happened to any of those people.” He wasn't sure if that statement was fact but maybe just saying it would help. Sebastian sat up a bit straighter in his hospital bed, trying to reach out for Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Sebastian as if he was crazy. “Are you serious?” He asked, shaking his head. He knew that last statement was completely not true but he didn’t have specifics to back him up without blowing his cover. “I’m not being overly cautious because you just had a seizure, we had this conversation before all of this. Before you even met with Nightbird. There is no need at all for you to put yourself, me, and our future family in danger because you want to be greedy with your name.” He crossed his arms, letting out a huff, the tears getting a little heavier in his eyes.

“I can’t believe how stubborn you’re being about this. I can’t believe that you having your legal name on this is worth putting yourself-- both of us-- at risk. And you can’t just say nothing bad is going to happen to you when you have no idea. Did you know tonight was going to happen?” Blaine asked, more upset than the moment before. “No, no you didn’t. You have no way of knowing what is going to happen or what other people are thinking. These are super beings, Sebastian. It’s not something to play around with. Our lives are not something to play around with and if that’s not important to you then I don’t really know what more to say.” By the time he was finished he was more visibly upset than when the conversation began, his hands shaking out of frustration, the tears still threatening to fall-- one even escaping down his cheek.  

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian's frown deepened as they continued to argue; this was clearly something they weren't going to agree on despite what facts were out there. But Sebastian had to agree about one thing: he cared deeply for Blaine and his safety. He throw his entire career away before he let anything happen to Blaine. What was frustrating was that Sebastian couldn't tell him there was nothing to worry about because he himself was a super-powered being-- a metahuman that had a semi-decent alliance with Nightbird.

Seeing Blaine cry pulled at the heartstrings he usually denied existed. Tonight was an unmitigated disaster and making Blaine worry because of his seizure was one thing-- making him cry because of a stupid argument was another. “Fuck, Blaine… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset, I--” Sebastian let out another sigh, rubbing the side of his head. “I mean, the recognition and credit would be amazing but… I don't want someone come after you just because they know I've done an interview with Nightbird.”

He reached over the bars of his hospital bed, reaching out further for Blaine and one of his crossed arms. “I'm sorry.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine sighed heavily, shaking his head again at Sebastian’s statement. He himself was frustrated that he couldn’t explain that while he may be a super being himself, he couldn’t protect Sebastian from everything. He would die trying, of course, but he couldn’t have eyes on him at all times to make sure he was safe. Not to mention that was creepy and he wasn’t that kind of significant other. He was also frustrated that the point of his argument was seemingly falling on deaf ears even still. “Why does it matter so much that the name Sebastian Smythe is on this article. Any other name you come up with will mean just as much it won’t be any less you.” He frowned, his forehead wrinkled as he looked at the other sadly. His voice was softer in that moment, tired.

He looked down at Sebastian’s hand as it rested on his crossed arm before he shrugged one of his shoulders gently. “It’s not just about me...it’s mostly about you. Why can’t you understand that?” Blaine lifted his eyes to Sebastian, his face fallen. “Why can’t you understand that this is all a lot?” He motioned vaguely at where they were, implying their current situation. “I’m terrified, Sebastian.” With a crack in his voice, the shorter sniffled. “You could have died today. You didn’t-” He almost let it slip that he’d watched him seize for so long, that he was the one there when it began. “Your career and dreams are so important to me and I am so incredibly proud of you and what you’ve got here and I know that it is going to be amazing. I don’t doubt that at all. I just...really need you to be smart about this.” He said, taking a beat and then placing his hand on his head, closing his eyes. A sharp pain flitted across his forehead, running down into his eyes.

Sebastian Smythe:

“Hey, hey…” Sebastian coaxed, trying to pull Blaine closer to him. Even if he felt the exact same right now as he did the last time he had a seizure, he wasn't there to know what was actually happening. He remembered stories of how he had to be resuscitated multiple times after being struck by lightning and Blaine just had to stand on the sidelines, watching and feeling helpless.

“Okay. I'll be smart and I won't publish it under my name--  not my real one, anyways,” he told Blaine. “You're the most important thing to me and you're right that I should be more careful; maybe if I'd been more careful tonight this wouldn't have happened. I mean, I could do better to get an extra hour or two of sleep every night and maybe I need Dr. Snow to increase my medicine dosage.

“I won't use my real name, okay?” He looked to Blaine then, Hoping that by agreeing and coming to this decision together, he would finally calm down.

Blaine Anderson:  

Blaine looked at Sebastian, his face in a slight pout as he let Sebastian pull him closer. He went as far as actually sitting on the bed next to his boyfriend as he looked down, taking his hand again. He gave a slight nod when Sebastian finally agreed against using his real name to publish the article. “Okay,” he whispered. He felt defeated somehow even though his side of the argument came out on top.

The day-- and past weeks-- had really taken its toll on the young man’s small body and he was close to pure exhaustion and in that moment he felt rather sad. He felt tired and scared. His forehead wrinkled a little more as he kept his gaze down, fiddling with Sebastian’s hand. “I’m really sorry, I just….you’re really important to me and you’re really all that I have in this world and I don’t want to lose you.” His voice was heavy with tears and a few more escaped from his eyes, rushing down his cheeks, the weight of the day weighing heavily on him.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian nodded when Blaine expressed his feelings to him. He had underestimated how much stress Blaine really was under and it made him feel like a bad boyfriend. He needed to be better and that included taking better care of himself as to not make Blaine worry. “I know, B. You won't lose me, okay? I'm not going anywhere and remember, you slipped through my fingers once before so now you're stuck with me for life,” Sebastian gave a little chuckle after his mini pep talk, hooking a finger under the smaller man's chin and gently pulling up to meet him eye to eye. “I promise, okay? I'll do my best not to do anything stupid-- not even for a Pulitzer prize.”

Sebastian brought Blaine into a tight hug, wanting him to know that even though he was stuck in this ER bed, Blaine could always count on him. “After this stupid hour of observation is up, you and I are going to go home and get a real good night's rest. I'll be honest and tell you I have a killer headache so I'll actually stay home from work and take it easy… so I don't want you to worry about me so much. That means you actually have to sleep, too.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine didn’t resist when Sebastian lifted his chin so their eyes could meet. He held his boyfriend’s gentle gaze for a moment, giving a weak half smile when Sebastian chuckled and promised he was stuck with the taller forever. “Good, I want to be, you know.” He said softly before leaning down into the hug, careful not to tangle himself in and of the wires attached to the other.

Letting his eyes fall closed, Blaine could still feel the tears built up in his eyes, the pressure in his sinuses. He wanted to cry, he wanted to cry hard, but he would save it for later when Sebastian wasn’t around. He didn’t want to make him feel guilty. “I’m always going to worry about you, Sebastian.” Blaine said, scooting up in the bed so he was a little taller than Sebastian. Slipping his arm under the taller so he could pull him in close, giving Sebastian the chance to rest his head on Blaine’s chest. “C’mere,” He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the other’s forehead. “You are… my whole world, you know.”

Sebastian Smythe:

“You're going to give yourself premature wrinkles if you keep worrying so much,” Sebastian replied in a teasing manner. “By the time you decide you wanna have a kid, you'll already look like a grandpa.”

When Blaine maneuvered them on the bed so Sebastian could nestle his head against his boyfriend's chest, Sebastian breathed a slow and even breath. The way his body rejoiced as he finally let himself relax told Sebastian he needed to calm down significantly to stay healthy. All the adrenaline he had going through him dissipated and he smiled gently at Blaine's soothing words. “You're my world, too, Blaine.” He carefully reached a hand up to cup the side of the other's face, opening his mouth to speak as he closed his eyes. “I'm sorry I made you cry; I didn't mean to.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine let his own eyes fall closed once again as they settled in the bed more comfortably, it felt good to have Sebastian in his arms. Even though he still felt scared, he felt a little more relaxed with their bodies so close together. It was like Sebastian’s energy radiated safety and it was something Blaine craved in those moments. It felt like home, Sebastian felt like home.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, turning his head to kiss the palm of Sebastian’s hand. “I’m okay,” he lied as to ease the other’s mind. “We’re both just really stubborn and passionate. Disagreements are bound to happen,” he said, gently running his hand up and down Sebastian’s back.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian knew that the minute he was feeling better, he had to pay close attention to Blaine. The man already spread himself too thin between school and work, and having to worry about this wasn't helping either. “Good,” he replied, even if he didn't fully believe it. “I'm okay too, so I need you to be okay.”

They stayed like that in the bed until the doctors seemed it alright for Sebastian to go home. Fortunately there weren't any problems in getting Sebastian home (with the exception of some sleep-inducing yawns from both of them on the way). Once they were back in their apartment, Sebastian let his boyfriend lead him towards the bedroom. Like Blaine said, he could get to his camera and the recorded interview when the time came tomorrow after he was feeling better.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was grateful that the hour seemed to go by fast enough and Sebastian was released from the hospital. He made sure to grab Sebastian’s bag for him, trying to delay the realization that his camera was broken. He kept a close eye on Sebastian the whole way home, watching him for any signs of abnormalities in his actions or personality; thankfully there were none and he seemed perfectly fine.

Once they were home, Blaine carefully discarded their things on the kitchen counter when they returned home and led Sebastian straight to their bedroom. He fussed over Sebastian like a hovering parent, undressing him and getting him into bed. He excused himself for a moment to wash his face in the bathroom, letting himself cry a little so he could relax a bit once he was in bed. Maybe he’d shower later to cry some more, but he wasn’t going to cry in front of Sebastian tonight. After a couple of deep breaths, Blaine made his way back into the bedroom. He smiled to himself a little at the sight of Sebastian in the bed, climbing up into the bed next to him and cuddling close to him. “Mmm,” he sighed in mild contentment. “I’m really glad you’re okay.” Blaine whispered, pressing his lips against Sebastian’s gently for a sweet kiss. “I love you, Sebastian.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian didn't protest to Blaine's hovering actions, aware that he was reasonably worried and having him hover was better than him having crying again. Besides, it was kind of nice to have Blaine pay such close attention to him. In the morning, Sebastian would make everything up to him and cook him a delicious breakfast and make sure to spend the day with him not worrying about work or Nightbird or anything else.

When the day was finally coming to a close and the two were together in their own home, in their own bed, Sebastian felt the most at ease than he'd ever felt in his entire life. “Of course I'm okay; nothing is gonna happen to me,” Sebastian replied as he moved in for another lazy kiss in the muted dark. “I love you, Blaine.”

[anderstarblaine]

The One With the Interview || Seblaine

Date: May 20th, 2017

Location: Hell’s Kitchen, New York 

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Sebastian finally gets the interview of his dreams only to have it spoiled at the end.

Trigger Warning:  Seizures. 

in·ter·view /ˈin(t)ərˌvyo͞o /

noun 1.a meeting of people face to face, especially for consultation. synonyms :meeting, discussion, conference, question and answer session, examination, evaluation, interrogation;

verb 1.hold an interview with (someone). “he arrived to be interviewed by a local TV station about the level of unemployment” synonyms: talk to, have a discussion with, have a dialogue with, hold a meeting with, confer with;

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[bowties-and-sweetdreams]

[smugsmythe]

anderstarblaine‌:

I know you do. I love you.

I’m sure that he’ll be happy to answer whatever questions you have for him as long as you don’t ask him obviously invasive questions. I can’t wait to hear and read all about it— we’ll have to frame the article. 

I love you too, B-- with all my heart.

I sure hope so. I gotta say, it’ll be pretty amazing... If this all works out right, I’ll probably get myself on the front page!

[smugsmythe]

anderstarblaine‌:

Okay, handsome, okay. I know that this is a really, really big deal for you and I’m so freaking proud of you– I just worry about your safety. But if you say it’ll be alright, I’ll trust you. 

So when is the big day? Did he give you any hints on what you’d be talking about? What are you going to ask him? I’m so excited for you!

I know. I appreciate you a lot.

I don’t know, he said he would call me again at work so we’ll see. I already have a bunch of questions I thought of but there’s some he probably won’t answer since he has to protect his identity. I need to be smart about the questions I ask so that I can get maximum information from the guy without putting him at risk with his enemies.

[smugsmythe]

anderstarblaine‌:

Fair enough…I guess, just be sure that you do keep me updated and let me know exactly where you are meeting him in case something happens or if you’re later than expected. I just know how cruel this world can be and you’re kind of important so I just want you to be extra safe.

I know, B. I’ll be in close contact with you throughout this whole thing, okay? Hell, you'll be the first one I gush about this interview with so you'll be the first to hear all the details of this exclusive scoop. Everything is going to be alright.