Sebs pediu pra eu dizer a “minha visão latina” sobre ele e o Blaine. Bem, como tenho que ser breve, vou dizer que: esses dois estavam predestinados. Quero dizer, tudo bem que descobri agora que o Sebs chama o Blaine de “killer” porque isso ocorreu mesmo na série, mas QUEM dá um apelido desse pra uma pessoa que não é íntima sua? Não estou dizendo que a culpa é do apelido. Porque, se for, os dois têm que agradecer ao apelido. Estou dizendo que os dois combinam tanto que não sei por que não ficaram juntos antes. Blaine é um amor; consegue ser engraçado e sério ao mesmo tempo. Sebs é meu parceiro de duetos, de jogos, de tudo; a gente tem um humor único que sempre se corresponde. Esse namoro, relação, whatever, deles tem tudo pra durar, e sei que vai durar por muito tempo. Sabe o treco yin e yang? Então. Aplica-se PERFEITAMENTE a eles. Completam-se? Por inteiro. Eu desejo tudo de bom a eles, sempre, e eles sempre terão meu apoio.
Tagging: Sebastian Smythe, Santana Lopez and Blaine Anderson
Location: Blaine's office
Time Frame: Monday, January 14
Notes: Sebastian and Santana are in parental mode.
Santana grinned at Sebastian. She knew exactly what he had meant when he said but she still gave him a dopey smile. She had went to this cafe not too far away that had really good soup and gotten Blaine their largest container. "Chicken noddle, the coup for sick people. I personally would have gone split pea, but this is about Blaine and not me." She said with a shrug, watching him as he momentarily left her. He hopped in the car and buckled up. She filled the car ride with her thoughts on how she indeed could have cooked a much better version but she didn't have the time. She didn't know where Blaine's office was, so she let Sebastian lead the way. They were pretty good friends, she figured they always pretended to be hard at work and ended up playing hard in Blaine's office. She really didn't know with corporate America beyond movies. Still, she burst through first, presenting her soup before she pulled a chair a bit away from Blaine. "I hope our offerings makes you feel better."
Blaine had gone to work that morning against what was likely his better judgement. He had the all the classic flu symptoms: headache, stuffiness, and he thought he was starting to run a fever. However he had a big case coming up, and staying home from work was not in the cards, not unless he had to. For now he could manage to just avoid too much contact with people and hide away in his office. Unfortunately, the offering of soup was hard to pass up. He knew with Santana being pregnant she was more susceptible to illnesses it was not the best idea that she come, but she was insistent, as was Sebastian. Parental instincts kicking in, he assumed. So when the duo arrived, he accepted the soup with a smile, but kept his distance from the both of them. "I won't be offended if you don't want to stay," he said after their hellos, his tone making obvious how stuffed up he was.
Sebastian only knew Blaine's office from the company file. He never had the chance to go there before because he was the client and clients were not the ones to go to their lawyer's office. Rather it was the other way around. It was a good thing it was in a familiar place. He parked in the lot and collected the gifts from the backseat after he opened the door for Santana. She was the first inside, bursting through the door like she owned the place. Blaine sounded horrible. He placed the presents on his friends desk. "Nah. Just don't touch us we'll be fine. We had our flu shots anyway." He took a seat beside Santana. "Why don't you open your gifts Blainey. I'm sure you'll feel better with both that and the soup."
Blaine gave Sebastian a stern look at the repeated use of his not favored nickname. He was coming to terms with the fact that his friend was going to use it, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He pulled of the lid to the soup container to help release some of the heat before reaching for the gifts. "You know you didn't need to get me anything," he pointed out. As he unwrapped the gifts, he could feel the smile tugging at his lips. They were both way more than needed, but absolutely stunning none the less. "Seb, wow, these are...wow. Thank you," he said graciously. "But really, you should be spoiling that baby instead of me. I hear they aren't cheap," he chuckled. "Speaking of, how is the little one?"
Santana didn't question the weird nickname that Sebastian used. He tended to do that with his friends, as to his insistence on calling Quinn Lucy. She approved of the gifts though, even if she hadn't known it was Blaine's birthday. She smiled at Blaine when he mentioned the baby. "There's enough of me to spoil everyone." She teased, for some odd reason it felt like time to joke around. "She's good, really good. Besides her obvious dislikes for certain foods, she's easy going. I can't wait for her to start moving around." Santana said, looking at her stomach for a moment.
Sebastian waved off Blaine's statement. The price of the gifts were nothing. He liked spoiling people he considered as friends, even Amanda, who spoiled him just as much, and seeing their faces light up when they discover what was inside. He smiled as Santana began talking about their baby. Annie really was an easy going baby. He laced his fingers with hers and nodded at her last statement. He also could not wait for the baby to move. He reached in his pocket for the ultrasound picture of the baby and handed it to Blaine. "That's her."
Blaine smiled as he listened and watched the pair talk about the baby. Since the last time he'd seen Sebastian was the day he was frantic about Santana's disappearance, it was good to see them back together and so, so happy about their future, their child. Looking at the ultrasound, however, was a bit of a different experience. He'd seen them before, other friends and colleagues expecting and far too excited to show off. He could pick out the head, various limbs, but it mainly looked like a black and white blob. "She sure is something," he offered with a smile. "You know it's a she?"
Santana looked at Blaine and nodded. "Damn straight she is. It's pretty much written in her DNA." Santana said with a smile. She tried not to roll her eyes. Everyone asked the same question. Santana just knew, like any mother just knew. "Yes we do." She said , with a shrug. "And she has been named too. It's a good name as well. Anne Lysandra, Annie as a nickname. Although she'll answer to beautiful, gorgeous and pretty as well." Santana said with a wide smile. "She'll be here in 4 weeks and 4 days."
Sebastian wanted to say that 'sure is something' was an understatement but Santana was already speaking and he just let her. He also shrugged about the baby's sex. It did not really matter to him whether it was a boy or a girl. He would love the baby just as much either way. He smiled. "We had a boy's name on the wings just in case. Trevor Reid." He squeezed her hand and looked at Blaine. "While we're here I think it's a good time to ask my question." He paused. "I know we don't know each other that long but if I learn something in my relationship with Santana it that you don't put a time stamp on these things. I'd like it if you become our baby's godfather. Amanda's a great woman but she's too flighty. You can be the practical one if you'll accept."
Blaine smiled at the mention of each name, both sounding perfectly suiting. "I'm sure gorgeous will be an understatement," he complimented before taking a bite of the now cooled soup. He hummed approval at the flavor, Santana had definitely made a good choice. It was obvious how excited they were, how much planning they'd already done, but what Sebastian sad next caught him off guard. "Godfather, really?" he questioned. "I mean, I'd be honored, but are you sure?"
Santana smiled as he ate the soup. It was very good soup, she knew it. She ate it when she was feeling sick. Well, not the chicken noddle but still. Santana wasn't surprised he asked Blaine and it was a good choice. "I like it. You're a lawyer and Annie will need the best of everything. If Sebastian dies, I'm sure to spiral into a shoe buying frenzy and someone will need to look over her." Santana shrugged, she was being honest. Life happened, but she couldn't see a future without him. She didn't say anything else but offered Blaine a smile. She hadn't picked her side of this out. She just hadn't thought about it that much. All of her friends were dysfunctional in their own right. She had to pick the right dysfunction to handle it. "So yes. You."
Sebastian frowned a bit when Santana talked about him dying and her spiraling to her version of depression. He kissed the back of her hand partly to reassure her but mostly to reassure himself. He hoped to god that would not happen in the near future. He wanted many, many years with Santana with children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and a nice house in the countryside somewhere. He smiled at Blaine. "So what do you say, Mr. Anderson?" He said, in a mock formal tone. "Is our proposal good enough? Do you want to be part of our baby's life?"
Blaine looked between the expectant parents, smiled, and nodded. "I would be honored to be her godfather," he said. "So yes, you can count on me." The urge to seal the deal with a hug or at the very least a handshake was strong, but he knew he couldn't risk either of them getting sick, flu shot or no flu shot.
