In which Sebastian is the only person available to drive Kurt to Blaine's grandparents' estate, where his birthday will take place. The problem? They hate each other. But they would do anything for him. Meanwhile, Santana and Rachel (and everyone else, really) bet on whether they will or will not finally solve their sexual attraction.
Shit. This is hard. Uhm. Okay, I’ll list blogs that aren’t on my favorite people list to be fair.
nikkirt: This was one of the first Rooster Teeth fandom blogs I followed and I have not regretted a moment of it.
fanmixes: I have a HUGE thing for music, as you can probably tell from my blog, and this is one of the pages that I find a lot of new music to download on.
vikings-log: I just really love Vikings and there aren’t enough Vikings fandom blogs out there, but this is one of them and they’re great.
discordandrhythm: Discord was one of the first blogs I followed back when I was in Glee fandom. I still follow their fic and I always love seeing them come up on my dash.
lyannastarks: And this is a Game of Thrones fandom blog. They have great posts and I can always find something to reblog from them that I haven’t reblogged yet.
How does "Don't You Remember" end!!! it's killing me!!!
I don't know if the last two chapters of the fic are anywhere other than livejournal but I can't find them :(
Her "order" : "anything fluffy will do. Snuggly fall goodness, maybe? :)"
And the pairing I wanted *u*
Your wish is my command darling !
Title means "Thanks to autumn", and is actually the title of the French song Sebastian sings.
Kurt is standing in front of the window with his second mug of coffee, a quilt wrapped around his shoulders as he looks at the fluttering leaves flying from the tree in their backyard when Sebastian finally abandons the warmth of the covers to wake up.
Kurt hears him scratching his hair and yawning until his jaw makes a tiny snapping noise.
That never fails to make him smile, but he doesn't look away from the window.
There is the faint noise of Sebastian pouring himself some coffee, opening the fridge to get the chocolate-flavoured milk he usually uses on Sunday mornings and closing it back before softly walking closer to him.
The familiarity of it, the fact that this has become his routine fills Kurt with a warmth that is vastly superior to the warmth the quilt gives him.
Sebastian hooks his chin over his shoulder, the smell of his chocolate-coffee invading Kurt's nose, followed by his smell, still warm with sleep - the blend is quite addictive and he tilts his head backward to nuzzle Sebastian's jaw and inhale more of it.
Sebastian wraps one arm around his waist, slithering under the blanket to touch the lighter fabric of his t-shirt and starts rubbing circles there, lazily, almost tenderly.
"Posté, devant la fenêtre je guette
Les âmes esseulées
A la faveur de l'automne ..."
Kurt snorts. "Sebastian ..." he sighs with a smile on his face as he keeps his gaze on a leaf that managed to detach itself from the tree and twirls down to the ground. "Lonely souls, really ?"
Seb rubs the tip of his nose, always so cold, against Kurt's cheek. "T'was the only song I could think off," he mumbles as he presses a kiss to the soft skin, where there is barely stubble but still enjoying the way it's not entirely smooth, "don't like my singing chouchou ?"
This time Kurt starts giggling. "I love when you sing, Sebby-chou," he coos, "but it's been a while since we have been lonely souls," he adds, his voice more serious as he turns in Sebastian's embrace to face him.
Sebastian leans forward to rub his nose against Kurt's just as Kurt snatches the quilt from his shoulders to wrap it around them both.
"Much better," Kurt whispers, and Sebastian cannot contradict him.
I don't wanna hear you've got a boyfriend
Sometimes you're better off alone
But if you change your mind, you know where I am
Yeah if you change your mind, you know
Where to find me
'Cause I don't ever wanna be your boyfriend