and the stars look very different today

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qfabrays:

Cute. Now if only this weren’t such a mess. 

Wait, how is this a mess exactly? I asked him out, he said no, he asked me out, I said yes. There’s nothing messy about that.

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qfabrays:

Because I called it, Captain Obvious.

Fine, whatever. I have a thing for Kurt, okay? Smooth bitches can have feelings too, you know.

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TEXT MESSAGE → Sebastian & Blaine

BLAINE: I DON'T. If you want to play armchair psychologist over a /picture/, do it to someone else, I'm not interested.

BLAINE: Because you telling someone they have to spend time with me is EXACTLY what I want, of course.

BLAINE: Just go to the ball, Sebastian. He's giving YOU a chance, at least. DON'T screw it up.

SEBASTIAN: Those capitals? Yeah, they're not doing anything to prove your point.

SEBASTIAN: Must suck being second best to Cooper and now to me.

SEBASTIAN: Woops, did I just touch a sore spot? Maybe you should have gone to a bit more effort to get those drinks with me.

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qfabrays:

I guess so. So you like him.

Why does that matter so much to you?

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qfabrays:

I couldn’t have predicted it. What’s your angle?

It’s a good thing nobody accused you of being psychic then, isn’t it? Why do I have to have an angle? I don’t have an angle. Not to be a whiny, cringeworthy teenage girl or anything, but I’ve been thinking about Kurt a lot lately. And don’t tell anyone I said that.

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TEXT MESSAGE → Sebastian & Blaine

BLAINE: For the last time, I do not care who you sleep with. And I do NOT need to hear about it.

BLAINE: Kurt's a grown man and can make his own choices.

SEBASTIAN: You do now that it's Kurt.

SEBASTIAN: Why else would you post some crybaby, wanna-be-noticed punching bags on Instagram?

SEBASTIAN: If it bothers you that much, I'll just tell Kurt to go with you instead.

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TEXT MESSAGE → Sebastian & Kurt

SEBASTIAN: You won't regret this, trust me.

SEBASTIAN: I mean... thank you.

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qfabrays:

No problem. Just…

Confusion.

What’s there to be confused about? The fact that Kurt and I have all of this pent-up but obviously undeniable chemistry? Trust me, this has been a given ever since the cruise. Don’t waste your time on confusion, Quinnifer.

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TEXT MESSAGE → Sebastian & Blaine

BLAINE: Ignoring the fact that you've apparently raided my phone before.

BLAINE: I'm not miserable I'M FINE. Go -- buy some flowers or something, I'm busy.

SEBASTIAN: Said Blaine, miserably.

SEBASTIAN: Shouldn't you be thanking me for laying off Kurt?

SEBASTIAN: Although I suppose I'll be laying on him now. ;)

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TEXT MESSAGE → Sebastian & Blaine

BLAINE: And meanwhile he hasn't said one word to me. Not ONE WORD. Still the silent treatment.

BLAINE: I don't even care. Congratulations. Have fun, both of you.

SEBASTIAN: And I was supposed to know that how? I haven't raided your phone in a long time.

SEBASTIAN: But you know what? I think we will. Better Kurt and I go with each other than with Miserablaine. See what I did there?

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TEXT MESSAGE → Sebastian & Blaine

BLAINE: Go away Sebastian. I'm BUSY. And apparently so are you.

SEBASTIAN: Hey, Kurt came to me.

SEBASTIAN: Believe it or not, my damage control involved me throwing myself under the bus. How was I supposed to know that would make him demand that I go to the ball with him?

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TEXT MESSAGE → Sebastian & Blaine

SEBASTIAN: So it looks like my plan may have backfired a little.

SEBASTIAN: But look on the bright side, you can always go with Mike Chang.

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qfabrays replied to your post: Go to the Sweetheart's Ball with me.

Huh.

Is there a problem, Quinnderella?

[therealsebastian-blog1]

kurt-writes replied to your post: Go to the Sweetheart's Ball with me.

It was meant for yours. Make sure to pick me up on time. We’re wearing neutrals, so don’t go too over the top with it.

Whatever you say, boss. We’ll have it your way, then. Although just between you, me and the rest of the internet, I rock kilts like nobody’s business. Still, if you want to be all neutral or whatever then we can save that for after the ball.

[therealsebastian-blog1]

Go to the Sweetheart's Ball with me.

You’re on. I mean, this was obviously meant for Blaine’s inbox, but that’s just too bad for you because you can’t even back out now. My ask box is kind of a contract, you see. So you’re going to this gag-worthy ball with me now whether you like it or not.

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TEXT 📝KURTBASTIAN

KURT: I don't need your charity.

KURT: And you can drop the act. I know what you're doing and I can't believe you dragged Blaine into this. You know I actually considered him my friend?

KURT: But congratulations, you were right. I don't know anything. So you and Blaine can go ride off into the sunset because I'll leave both of you alone.

SEBASTIAN: You know what? Fuck this.

SEBASTIAN: You're right. I would do something like that. But Blaine wouldn't.

SEBASTIAN: Not willingly, at least. I blackmailed him into doing this. He didn't have a choice or I would have ruined everything for someone very important to him. Or something like that, because apparently that's something I would do.

SEBASTIAN: There. You can go to the ball with him now or whatever. But he's done nothing wrong and you owe him an apology.

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TEXT 📝KURTBASTIAN

KURT: Did the two of you plan this? This is sick. You're both sick.

KURT: Forget about the tutoring. I don't want it. You won.

SEBASTIAN: I literally have no idea what you're talking about. Last time I checked, I haven't been around enough of late to plan anything with Blaine.

SEBASTIAN: But fine, whatever. You don't have to go to the ball with me. I'll tutor you obligation free.

SEBASTIAN: Although if you did want to go with me anyway, maybe I wouldn't object. It's not like I'd bother going to that lame thing otherwise.