confession.

           ^{Jealous? He was a little jealous? It had actually worked; Sebastian’s plan at catching Blaine’s attention succeeded, even if it was just the slightest bit. Of course now he only felt bad. Blaine seemed really apologetic for something he shouldn’t be. Sebastian had noticed over all the time he’s known Blaine that he has a tendency to say sorry for things that weren’t his fault at all. He couldn’t help that Sebastian was madly in love with him from day one. Blaine never asked for that. Although at the same time, Sebastian never held back on showing Blaine how much he wanted him. Hearing Blaine say his name always made a small shiver run down his spine. The way it sounded on his tongue made Sebastian beyond hopelessly devoted.}  

“ I don’t expect you to say anything. You didn’t mean to hurt me, Blaine—— && I know that damn well. I’m just selfish sometimes. I wanted what I couldn’t have… Just like you said, timing has been horrible for us. Don’t feel bad, I’d never intentionally try to make you feel guilt. “  His voice came out soft without a single hiss or sliver of snark. Something you could only see if you knew how to find Sebastian’s vulnerable side. 

^{But then the touch of Blaine’s fingers tracing over his veins so delicately, it was like that touch alone was one that would tame a wild fox. This had been a touch he’d dreamed about many times. It comforted him && he slowly began to calm down. The heavy exhales from out his nose slowed themselves, && he bites down on his bottom lip as eyes slowly shift up to meet Blaine’s. Fingers lock in between his, rubbing his thumb across Blaine’s palm. If you look inside the crystal green irises hard enough you would be able to see a door that opens up to his true feelings. There were no flames in those eyes now, but the closest he could ever get to innocence.  “ But now that we’re here, what are you really trying to say to me right now? You actually have feelings for me back? “  If that was the case, he craved to hear Blaine say it.}

      Noticing the way one touch against Sebastian’s wrist managed to ease his breathing and bring those torn green eyes into a far calmer hue, Blaine relaxed.  Some part of what Sebastian said seemed to hit him deep.  Like a part of him needed to hear that from someone.  “I know you don’t.  It doesn’t change the fact that I feel it anyway.  I’m just really good at hurting people I care about.”  People. Not ‘people’, no.  Just the one he promised to never hurt.  “I didn’t want you to be someone else I made a mistake to that I can’t erase.”  The thought that he’d damaged Sebastian in any form that lead him to the point where he felt he only had someone like Hunter that he deserved cut him.  Oh, but Sebastian didn’t want him to feel guilt.  Easier said.  Vulnerability in Sebastian’s eyes drew Blaine’s hand partially up.  An urge to touch him, draw him down to eye level so that when he made his point–it was clear and without a question. His touch never landed.  Distracted by their fingers locking together, it lowered again and with it–Blaine’s gaze.

He watched muscle along the side of Sebastian’s hand move as his thumb grazed over his palm and sent a charge through his system.  Their eyes met.  Blaine wasn’t breathing. Only wordlessly staring up to a face that lost it’s snark and habitual wide grins.  His mask was gone completely. More than he’d ever seen before.  He hurried for an answer Sebastian deserved.  Rushed to find one and couldn’t do more than swallow so oxygen was a thing for him again.  What to do about him?  Clueless.  Blaine was too stricken by how quickly this spiraled out of control. Sebastian didn’t give him any reprieve.  His face went pale, mouth ajar. Yes.  Tell him that this is ripping me apart. It wasn’t what I planned but I’d be lying if I said no. That it’s always been there. Sebastian’s hand took the brunt of a tight squeeze.  He wished that he could hear his thoughts. He should lie.  What would that do?  Send him right back to Hunter. This entire night would be pointless.  Sebastian would be gone.  Hell, he’d probably never talk to him again. “Yes,” Blaine was nodding before he put a voice to his answer.  “Yes,” he repeated pulling his hand from the grip that screamed at him not to.  “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”  Why’d he say that?  Why’d he pick now?  “I’m sorry.”  Another apology.  “I know.  I waited.  Too little. Too late. I need to go,” and so began his backwards exit.  “Think about what I said. Don’t be the person he wants you to be.  When the person you are is so important.  I’d never ask you to compromise yourself. Ever, Sebastian.”