I Can Hear the Bells (Something’s Beginning)- Friday, December 9, 2022
Mini Para: I Can Hear the Bells (Something’s Beginning)
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Seblaine.
Blaine: @andersoncharm
Sebastian: @smythesm
When: Friday, December 9, 2022- A week after- A Little Light Wedding Planning. (Seb 28, and Blaine 26.)
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
Notes: Blaine and Sebastian talk to Sabine about their wishes for their wedding.
Warnings: This RP in general includes; Mentions of death/Parental Death (Blaine’s Mom), Mentions of toxic past relationships. Mentions of brief past Klaine. Depression. Anxiety.
Extra Warnings: (This RP is not Kurt Hummel friendly. You’ve all been warned.)
Para Title Taken From: Hairspray- I Can Hear the Bells
We will be doing a series of little mini’s to progress over the next few years of this RP. Things might get a little confusing but we promise to date them accordingly.
Under cut to keep dash neat. Work is mostly unedited as usual.
Blaine’s POV:
Blaine paced around the kitchen and busied himself putting things that were already where they belonged back in order A task which consisted of picking each item up, looking at it, and then promptly placing it back in its home. This was it. They were finally going to tell Sabine that they didn’t want a big wedding or an extravagant honeymoon. His stomach dropped a little at the thought and ran his finger so hard over an invisible fleck of dirt on the counter that it made a sharp squeak. Gods, get it together. Everything's fine. And of course, it was, she’d understand.
He kept throwing little glances over at Sebastian who was sitting at their breakfast bar with a sleek, thin, grey laptop opened up on the countertop. The sound of a low chime rang throughout the spacious kitchen and Blaine caught Seb’s eye, he looked adorably nervous. He’d even gotten a bit dressed up for the Skype call which made Blaine laugh because Seb’s mother had seen him at his worst. He stopped his redundant pacing and reached out to give his fiancé's hand a comforting squeeze, hoping it granted him a bit of courage with his wonderful whirlwind of a mother. As soon as he did so the ringing cut off and was filled with Sabine Smythe’s sweet lilting accent as she exclaimed her surprise and excitement over the face-to-face call.
He didn’t know why they were both so nervous- it was Sabine and it was silly that they’d be nervous about her reaction to how they wanted to do their own wedding. She loved them and just wanted them to be happy and healthy together. On the other hand… it was Sabine! The same Sabine wanted to plan and make things lavish and over the top and who had probably already called every place she could think of to make the day perfect for them and they hadn’t even given her a date. She was the mom who only wanted the best for her son and her future son-in-law, who always spent time making sure Sebastian knew he was loved and always made sure Blaine knew she loved him just as much as if he was hers and he loved her for it in return. She’d talked about little else since Sebastian had told her about the proposal and Blaine’s acceptance. She was beside herself excited. So excited that when Seb tried to call her last week to tell him, she’d cut him off and started to throw plans at them a mile a minute. Needless to say, this all was a week overdue and Blaine was feeling the anxiety.
He felt like maybe they were cheating her out of her motherly experience by wanting to have something small and intimate. How were they supposed to tell her they wanted a small spring wedding outside in the courtyard of their own house with Tony officiating and a small wedding party that included a dog and a familiar “cat”? Or that they wanted a lowkey honeymoon up in the mountains where they wouldn’t be bothered for a few days. Once upon a time, Blaine had thought that maybe he’d like a huge wedding with hundreds of guests and extravagant decorations but it was before his mom died and before he’d been exiled from the only life he’d ever known, including his own father. The thought of doing all of that now felt daunting and all he really wanted was to be Seb’s husband. To have someone call him Mr. Smythe-Anderson.
“B... Baby- Hey, you gonna say hello or stare out the window all evening?”
He hadn’t realized it but he’d been staring out the window at Ras chasing little flurries of snow dancing in the air of the fading sun as Freya stood nearby on the stoop watching over the loveable pup all while Blaine fantasized about being Sebastian’s Mister. Sebastian’s voice was playful as he arched his brown and then furrowed them as if to ask where he went and as if to say don’t you dare leave me alone here. Blaine ducked his head sheepishly in apology and then made his way around to stand next to Seb before leaning into his lithe body all by sighing at the comfort of being close to Sebastian brought. He grinned as Sabine’s pretty face came into view. Her green eyes, so like her son’s, shone with delight as she watched them.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I was watching Ras and Freya play in the flurries and got distracted, they’re so cute. Anyway, how are you?”
Sebastian’s POV:
Sebastian knew deep down that his mother wouldn’t hold their decision against them and that she would ultimately understand. He still felt a bit nervous, like how he used to feel when he would bring home a not-so-perfect grade back in high school. He could tell Blaine was going out of his way to keep his hands busy. His mother had been nothing short of supportive and they just didn’t want to let her down in any way but they had to do what was best for them. All that really mattered was that they were going to get married, they were going to put roots down together and he would marry B in the middle of the street if he had to. They both knew that at the end of the day, she’d get it but that didn’t make it less intimidating. Sebastian and Blaine made eye contact and he pressed the call button.
Sabine’s classic beauty came into view. Her blonde hair was pulled back into its classic chignon and Seb could see that she was sat in her clean kitchen. “Hey, Mom.” Sabine’s face brightened and she smiled her smooth, perfect smile and greeted him in French. Her eyes wandered around Sebastian and he could tell she was looking for his fiancé.
“B... Baby- Hey, you gonna say hello or stare out the window all evening?”
The other man made his way over and greeted Sabine in his usual charming, effortless way. Even when he had nerves, his grace still emanated from him. Sebastian loved that about Blaine and he could tell that Sabine did too.
“I’m well. To what do I owe the pleasure of getting to see my beautiful boys?”
“Well,” Sebastian looked over at Blaine who nodded in encouragement. “We have done a lot of thinking lately and-”
“Grandchildren?” Sabine cut in.
“No, Maman, we’ve talked about this.” He he spoke gently and could feel a small slump in B’s body. Sebastian placed his hand on the small of his back and rubbed slow circles to comfort them both.
“We decided that we don’t want to have a big wedding. I know how excited you’ve been to plan but, we’d just prefer something small and intimate. We wanted to tell you before you got too deep into all of this wedding stuff.”
“Right, B?” He looked at him as if to say a little help here.
Blaine’s POV:
Blaine tried his best not to visibly react to Sabine’s casual, and not without an undertone of excitement, mention of children. He knew she still held out a bit of hope that the boys would “change their minds” but that she didn’t expect anything more than the two of them bringing Ras and Freya around here and there. And themselves, of course. She had taken their news and reasoning of deciding against children mostly because of the state of the world- with grace and only rarely mentioned them. Still, it hurt a little to hear now. He knew she meant no harm by it, but that didn’t stop the dull ache. Seb’s hand at the small of his back sent a surge of comfort through him and he took a deep breath, his smile falling easily back into place as he spoke.
“We know how excited you’ve been to plan something special for us, but hey, you can still help us do that. See, we plan on having it in the Spring, when the flowers and trees are at their second best, and we wanted to just, sort of have it here- where we built a forever home together, out in the courtyard, under the trees. That’s why Seb told you I was taking care of all the flowers because they’d mostly be in nature, and well, I just love putting flowers together, as you know. But I was thinking we’re gonna need a whole bunch more and I could very much use your help picking them out.”
That wasn’t why Seb had told Sabine that Blaine would take care of flowers, he’d told her that because Blaine could grow the best flowers with his hands, but she couldn’t know that. Even though Blaine had messed up a couple of years ago and had forgotten to let a bouquet of flowers he’d given Sabine die naturally and she’d asked a bunch of questions. Thank god his guy was persuasive and good at sidetracking others. He looked at Sebastian to make sure he was doing this right getting a nudge and a little smile in return. His fiancé was probably just happy he didn’t have to say as much right now.
"Of course, you won’t just be in charge of flowers! You’ll also be an honored guest. Mother of Groom,” He paused, not knowing if he should add the next part, but his mouth was moving before he could stop himself and it felt good saying it. “Or since were nontraditional and I don’t have that option- you could even be Mother of the Grooms if you want that. Everyone that will be there knows what I’ve lost, who you are, and what you mean to me so it’s an option… It’s entirely up to you.” He tried not to think about the fact that his father would more than likely be forbidden from attending and still wasn’t sure what he’d tell Sabine or how he was supposed to be okay with that. But, he kept speaking before she could reply, his nerves getting the best of him, leaning into Sebastian for further comfort. Gods, why couldn't they just say “I do” right now? The ring was all but searing a hole into its temporary home against his chest each day it was made to wait for its own forever home on his heart finger.
“We haven’t worked out all the little details, just that we want to be at home when we tie the knot and we want your help in making a smaller ceremony happen just as much as if it were a big ceremony.” He worried his bottom lip as he watched his soon-to-be mother-in-law’s pretty face work through emotions.
“We didn’t break your heart too much today, did we?”
Sebastian’s POV:
Blaine’s easy way and natural charm were comforting as he eloquently explained all of the details to Sabine. Sebastian was good with words and could be extremely convincing, it was his career after all. But B was just a lot more patient with words where he was efficient and with something as delicate as a wedding, B was the expert.
There was a small crease of concentration between his mother’s eyebrows but it softened as Blaine explained everything. "As much as I love to plan extravagant things, I understand. I only want what makes you two happy.” Sabine’s voice was soft. Sebastian knew she would accept but relief still settled over him and he could feel his fiancé loosen up more as well. He had been given a wonderful mother and he had put her through some hell in the past but he was thankful for her and her never-ending acceptance.
“No no, no broken hearts today.” Her green eyes turned a little misty. “Of course, I’ll be the Mother of the Grooms.” A small tear fell down her cheek that she swatted away with a manicured fingernail. “You two just want to ruin all of this expensive makeup, don’t you?”
Sebastian smiled and shook his head. “Never. “ He cleared his throat to keep himself from getting too emotional while sandwiched between his two favorite people being honest and open together. It was crazy how much his life has changed since he’d met the other man. He was calmer and happier and his emotions weren’t something that he was ashamed of anymore. “As Blaine said, there are still a lot of little things that need to be figured out. Obviously, your assistance is needed. And we would love it if you helped with our tux fittings.”
He turned to look at Blaine and smiled a little relieved smile. “What am I missing? It’s go time now.”
Blaine’s POV:
Blaine’s heart gave a little flutter as he watched a tear slowly trace its way down Sabine’s pretty face and he knew it was in response to his suggestion. He had to fight the urge to keep himself from doing the same. He swallowed hard and tried his best to keep the smile on his face even though he was sure it was wobbly now at best. His laugh was easy when she quipped back to hide her emotions and he found himself shaking his head along with Sebastian. Everything still felt so surreal, in a few months, give or take a little, he’d be married and he’d have in-laws. One of which he was extremely close. He kept picturing himself getting to cook meals at the lake for the Smythe family again alongside Sabine as he’d done a couple of Summers ago. Where they had worked so well together with happy little trills of laughter while Sebastian watched them with happiness in his eyes over the steam of his coffee cup. He liked to imagine that maybe one day he could even maybe win over her accommodating yet less companionable husband the same way he’d instantly won her over. He wasn’t sure how, but he had the time now.
He was so pleased that she had taken the news of their smaller ceremony with grace, but of course, she did. It was Sabine and she was probably the most graceful person he knew now. Ideas for flowers and outfits were flitting around in his head and he couldn’t wait to sit down and write them all out. He was so happy that he’d get to say his I do’s outside, in nature. It was important to him that the trees and the wind and sunshine surround them. A little way to bring him closer to his craft and his mother. He’d find a way to sneak in a bit of flower magic into the ceremony. He’d love to have more, but normal people that weren’t allowed to know his secret would be there, and the less magic he used the better, but they couldn't stop him from having some at his wedding.
“It makes me so happy to hear you say that.” He nodded in time with what Sebastian was saying. Gods they had so much to do if they were going to do this all by Spring. He had to laugh at himself, here he was wanting a smaller wedding partially for less stress just so he could still stress over it. “Right, we have so many little things to go over, but don’t you worry about any of that right now, I’ll get back to you about the flowers as soon as I figure out what color we want and all of three of us should plan a shopping trip at the beginning of the new year for our attire” They three of them rambled on for a fair bit which resulted in Blaine pulling out his wedding pad of paper and a pen so he could take even more notes and suggestions from Sabine and Seb. And by the time they had closed the laptop Blaine’s wrist hurt.
“I think that went well.”
He laughed and leaned turned so that he was facing Sebastian. The evening had passed into full night now and with the glow of the laptop gone Seb’s face was hard to see, he placed his pen on his now-closed notebook, and then he waved his hand through the air- the glow of the kitchen lights eased themselves on much softer than they would have been if he hadn’t used magic and had just turned them on at the switch. The ambiance of magic light was much preferred though.
“How would you feel about April 27? Or we could even do June? I mean, we met on June 27 four and a half years ago,” Gods, had 2018 only happened less than five years ago?, “but that’s Summer and we wanted a Spring wedding so I thought maybe we could do the same day with a different month?”
He watched his future husband for a moment, looking up at him through his lashes and he desperately wanted to be as close to him as possible. A wave of overwhelming love for his man passed through him and he reached out to take Sebastian’s face in his hands, he leaned up and kissed him, letting his lips linger before speaking softly.
“Gods Seb- I love you so much and I just want to marry you. I really don’t care what day we pick.” Looking at Seb in a glow of magic, he hated the thought of not just doing it tomorrow. But, he knew they had to pick one, that people were counting on them. That didn’t stop him from halfheartedly joking-
“Mm, how about tomorrow?”
Sebastian’s POV:
Sebastian loved watching Blaine scribble in his official wedding notepad. He had teased him pretty relentlessly about it, all in good fun of course. It was actually a very nice pad of quality paper, embossed with their last names in gold script. Seb assumed that it was probably anointed too as B had picked it up at Fridays, the local temple of Aphrodite. Of course, they planned on purchasing some of their flowers from them and the devotees were swooning over their engagement. He wouldn’t be surprised if the pad were a gift from the high priestess herself. Sebastian made a small remark along the lines of ‘that thing turned out to be pretty useful after all’
Sebastian pushed the laptop to the side of their granite countertop and stretched his long arms. “It went great. Now the real fun begins.” He watched Blaine’s hand as soft, warm light illuminated their faces. Sebastian nodded. The date didn’t really mean much to him, he just wanted to be married already. “I like that idea a lot.” He leaned into the other man’s hands, they were still warm from the magic B had done. Seb leaned into the gentle kiss and sighed, his hands on Blaine’s wrists. “I love you back. So fucking much.”
He knew that Blaine was joking in a bittersweet kind of way. “If only.” Sebastian stole a few more kisses. “But, I have plans for you tonight, “ He nipped at his fiancé's ear lobe. “I think we’ll be too tired to do anything but lay in bed.” Sebastian looked down at B with a mischievous smirk. He ran his hands down the other man’s chest to settle on his waistline. “What do you say, future Mr. Smythe-Anderson?” Blaine was on him before he could think of anything else to say, the scrape of the bar stools loud in his ear as he was pressed into the countertop and covered in kisses. They left their clothing in a trail to their bedroom, scattered like rose petals down a wedding aisle.
/tbc.
