[text] I didn’t mean it Sammy. Come on, I’m trying to make things right here? How hard am I going to have to work for this? You know I’ve never worked this hard for anything before.
[text;; All Contacts] PUMPKIN SPICE IS BACK. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. YOUR REGULAR PROGRAMMING WILL NOW RESUME AS SCHEDULED.
Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
[text;; Nick] So, which team are you playing for Duv?
Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. - [[Sebastian’s drinking way too much wine, at home - alone, which binge-watching the Kardashians.]]
[text;; Nick] khloe is lit as fuck tho.[text;; Nick] what if i was a gay[text;; Nick] *gay[text;; Nick] *******gUY[text;; Nick] what if i was a guy who only pretended to be good at it? [text;; Nick] nvmd. i hate myself
[Unfinished Thread that I felt the need to log immediately.]
Part One of How Daisy Got Her Muse Back.
Takes place right after Sebastian sings I Want You Back to Blainers.
Sebastian had only just finished singing his song and watched Blaine and his gang of Merry Misfits leave before the choir room began to empty, leaving him alone to let out a sigh of disappointment. Of course - he hadn't expected Blaine to publicly acknowledge their relationship - especially not with Lady Hummel right there. But he'd expected a better reaction then the sour faced one he'd gotten, it hurt, as much as he hated to admit it but Blaine got to him in a way no one ever had. He had feelings for Blaine. But so far he hadn't made that clear. In fact everytime Blaine even suggested leaving Kurt for him he'd brush him off and say 'this is just physical' or something equally as idiotic. He hated that he did that, but when it came right down to it, he was scared. Terrified of the way he felt about Blaine. Another moment of silent, solitude reflection and he was pulling out his phone to shoot off a text to Blaine.
[Text] Funny. Last night you didn't give a flying fuck about what was /classy/.
Blaine's phone buzzed in his pocket (yes the one he just claimed he forgot to the group so he could head back in to see Sebastian) and he shook his head. He found Sebastian in the room where he'd left him and raised a brow, pocketing the phone. "I'm sorry, Bas... I just.. you know what you do to me... I had to come up with something... Kurt was right there for fuck's sake... what was I supposed to do? Swoon?" he said flatly.
Sebastian glanced up from the phone he'd been staring a hole into, caught off guard so much so that he wore a look of awe as Blaine spoke and walked into the room. He took a moment to let the perma-smirk fade back into place before he pushed away from the desk he had leaned on and slipped his own phone into his pocket, "Yes." He spoke smugly and walked a circle around Blaine, taking a moment to appreciate every painfully clothed part of him before he stood in front of him and let his eyes rake over his face, eventually coming to a comfortable rest as they met the hazel eyes he was growing to know so well. "You already were swooning. We're all just lucky Red Pants didn't make an appearance today or half the county would have seen just how badly."
"This..." This what? Has got to stop? Can't stop? Needs to change? He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to say, so instead he just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "It's why I wore this long sweater today..." he mumbled. "Sebastian..." he started, voice pleading. He made the mistake of catching the taller boy's gaze and he gasped a little. "I want you so bad..." he mumbled. Of course he meant physically, but there was more behind those words. There always was. He was just waiting to get kissed so hard he couldn't breathe or to get told to drop it. Sebastian had made it clear that it was purely physical between, so why did he sometimes catch him with that look in his eyes? A real smile gracing his perfect features? Or the best-- the way his fingers would run over his skin as though he were touching a god come to earth.
Sebastian smirked and nodded slowly, "Get in line Anderson. In case you hadn't notice I'm a pretty hot commodity around here." His voice betraying him as it faltered in confidence and fell flat, forcing him to turn away as his face fell with it. "Besides, I'm sure I gave Lady Hummel a stiffy too, so I'm sure he needs his lapdog to hit one out for him." He spat out bitterly and waved Blaine off with a quick flip of his hand before he let himself face Blaine again. "Run along Sport."
Oh there it was. He knew it was coming. He rolled his eyes dramatically and huffed. "You're unbelievable, Sebastian, you know that? And not another I know . Not this time. I will give everything up for you. You're obviously into me, I'm clearly into you... and no matter what you say this is NOT 'purely physical' between us. There's a connection here and it's super strong and I don't know why you won't acknowledge it! I'm throwing myself at you, Bas... please... give me chance... am I not good enough for you or something?" he asked, eyes pleading for an answer.
Sebastian stared right at Blaine as he spoke, a little surprised at the extent of Blaine's feelings for him, and while his own feelings were just as strong - if not more so - it just wasn't enough. He wasn't enough, not for Blaine. Blaine was good. Right down to his very core. And that was something Sebastian could and would never be. "I don't know what makes you think this was something deeper than what it is. It's not like I was exclusive." He was. "It's not like I want to settle down." He did. "It's not like you'll ever leave Ladyface. And even if you did, you're just not my type. Because I don't have a type. Because I don't do relationships."
Blaine stared at Sebastian as he spoke, not believing a word that fell from his lips and stepped closer to him. "You tell me right now what the reason is behind these fucking lies that I'm not your type or it wasn't or isn't deeper than it is and I swear I will break up with Kurt. So I can be with you. Because that's what I want, Sebastian. I want to be your boyfriend and I don't know how to make that any clearer. If you really don't want me, or if I'm just some fuck you wanna toss to the side, then fucking tell me and I'll let you throw me to the side, I'll walk out of here, and I'll never speak to you again, but don't lead me on, and give me false hope, and smile at me with that stupid fucking smile that no one else ever gets to see if all of this is meaningless to you," he huffed.
Another falter in his smirk, those words affecting him so much more than he wanted them to. /'I want to be YOUR boyfriend./ Who the hell wanted him? He was cold and arrogant. Rude and standoffish. He was way too overtly sexual and just over the top in general. Most people couldn't even stand to look at his smug face, let along want to be with him. And not just be with him, but be his. And then there was the matter of the pleading in Blaine's bright, beautiful eyes. How could he willfully deny that and live with himself? He couldn't. "I'm not good enough." He spoke quietly after a long, tense silence, his voice weak and clearly unsure of itself. "And I'm scared of feeling that way."
Blaine laughed, shaking his head, brows furrowing in confusion. "What?" he said, narrowing his eyes more at Sebastian. "What do you mean you're not good enough? You're Sebasian fucking Smythe. You're the Warblers' leader, you're amazingly talented, you're smart as hell... so you're an asshole sometimes and you're snarky? Who gives a shit? I know there's more than enough good in you... I...." he paused, the words hitting him hard. He understood how Sebastian felt because he himself felt that way. "Bas... you... I think you're perfect... sometimes a little mean, but nothing that can't be fixed. I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend and be the one to build you up and make you feel good about yourself and make you smile and all those sappy things... just say the word and Kurt's gone and I'm all yours..." he said, eyes wide as he looked up at Sebastian.
Another falter in his smirk, those words affecting him so much more than he wanted them to. /'I want to be YOUR boyfriend./ Who the hell wanted him? He was cold and arrogant. Rude and standoffish. He was way too overtly sexual and just over the top in general. Most people couldn't even stand to look at his smug face, let along want to be with him. And not just be with him, but be his. And then there was the matter of the pleading in Blaine's bright, beautiful eyes. How could he willfully deny that and live with himself? He couldn't. "I'm not good enough." He spoke quietly after a long, tense silence, his voice weak and clearly unsure of itself. "And I'm scared of feeling that way."
Blaine laughed, shaking his head, brows furrowing in confusion. "What?" he said, narrowing his eyes more at Sebastian. "What do you mean you're not good enough? You're Sebastian fucking Smythe. You're the Warblers' leader, you're amazingly talented, you're smart as hell... so you're an asshole sometimes and you're snarky? Who gives a shit? I know there's more than enough good in you... I...." he paused, the words hitting him hard. He understood how Sebastian felt because he himself felt that way. "Bas... you... I think you're perfect... sometimes a little mean, but nothing that can't be fixed. I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend and be the one to build you up and make you feel good about yourself and make you smile and all those sappy things... just say the word and Kurt's gone and I'm all yours..." he said, eyes wide as he looked up at Sebastian.
Sebastian's eyes widened at the sharp sound of Blaine's laughter and he almost nearly stepped back in anger before Blaine was speaking and it was suddenly clear what the intent of his laughter was. Letting out a silent sigh of relief he shook his head, "I can't let you do this to yourself." He spoke gently, "You deserve better. Better than Kurt. So much better than me. It just wouldn't be right if you were with me. The universe wouldn't allow that." He took a deep breath and looked down at the dark haired beauty, his resolve melting away as he lost himself in hazel eyes once again. "Which word?" He teased quietly, moving the slightest bit closer to Blaine.
He listened closely, his hands a little shaky as he reached for Sebastian's. "Yes..." he said quietly, eyes locked on those beautiful green ones that held so much more depth than the rest of the world seemed to notice. "Say yes, you'll be my boyfriend. My exclusive boyfriend," he teased with a smile. "Say yes and I'm yours, Bas..." he whispered, noticing that they were close enough to kiss, in turn, making his heart nearly stop beating before it was fluttering wildly in his chest.
Sebastian hesitated as soon as he felt the warmth of Blaine's hand and he took a moment to center the thought floating aimlessly through his head before he let the single word drop from his lips. "Yes." Three letters, three earth shattering letters that suddenly shifted his entire world into a place it had never been before. Exclusivity. Commitment. The feeling of overwhelming want and desire. He had that now. Given and reciprocated and he was suddenly wondering why he'd fought it for so long. "You're mine Blaine Warbler."
For a moment, Blaine thought he'd pushed too hard, that Sebastian was going to pull away and run (who could blame him, Blaine was a runner, after all), but he didn't. And then he said it. Three letters, indeed. This came easily-- much more easily than anything with Kurt ever had, honestly, and it felt right . His smile widened across his entire face and he leaned up and kissed Sebastian hard. "Yours," he breathed against his lips. "All yours, Sebastian Smythe."
Sebastian blinked a few times before Blaine's lips were colliding against his own and reactively he dropped Blaine's hand and pulled an arm around the shorter man's waist, closing the distance that seemed like a canyon between them before his other was cupping Blaine's face, fingertips brushing against his gelled back hair. He held their kiss for as long as his lungs allowed him before he finally has to leave them, swollen and always wanting more as he struggling to catch his breath and steady the rate of his racing heartbeat, "My first boyfriend." He chuckled weakly and rolled his eyes.
@powerbblaine liked for some sass. (get ready to live)
“Listen Bambi, if I have to hear one more thing about your exploits into the wonderful world of dorkdom with Doughboy Evans, I will literally scream. He’s not the one you’re dating; remember?”
“No, some how you managed to bag the likes of this flawless work of art - try to remember that next time you’re staring into that Trouty Mouth trying to imagine how much of yourself it could take in.”
