maybe it’s fate.

( @pianokeysandbowties ♥ )

     _{Valentines Day, he despised it. A day dedicated to love, something he’d never been an expert at. Since coming to New York, it hadn’t been anything but drunken one night stands with selective randoms && solitude. After high school, ties were broken with anyone he got to know. Though on this Valentines Day evening in particular, Sebastian was planning on going to one of the city restaurants to meet someone he’d met on a dating app. Not really his style, but things had already become so different that he figured shaking things up was healthy. ( Even if that wasn’t the truth )} 

     _{Walking through the door, his eyes scanned the room. He didn’t see the person he was supposed to be meeting just yet, but he did see someone; it was him. Blaine Anderson, sitting alone at a table with a glum expression on his face. Ignoring the waiter that greeted him at the door, he is frozen in his stance for a moment. It feels like he’s been staring for a thousand years before he snaps out of it. His head says to avoid Blaine at all costs out of fear, but his heart is screaming for him to give at least a simple hello. Pushing the nerves to the back of his mind, Sebastian walks over to the table with a light whistle. Hovering above Blaine with his hands in his pockets, he forces out words to the one he’s missed for years. ❛ —-Either you got stood up or you really hate Italian food… ❜}

What was he thinking when he agreed to a Valentine’s Day hook up on Tinder? How much lower was he going to scrape to not spend his formerly favorite the worst holiday alone?  The guy was cute.  Their conversation–if you could call it that–was pleasant enough? Sort of.  Blaine was fairly certain by the glimpse of him he got through the window of the restaurant they were supposed to meet at down the street that he was even more attractive in person.  His hand was on the doorhandle but a wave of anxiety caved in his throat, his palms instantly became clammy and breathing was an alien concept he forgot about thanks to the tightness in his chest.  –I can’t do this.–  So?  He left.  He stood up a guy on Valentine’s Day. How much more awful can you get but Tinder would have an unending supply of guys to fall back on.  Or that’s the excuse Blaine used to take the edge off his guilty conscience.

Of course that meant that he had to be sitting alone in the middle of a restaurant full of couples. He was that pathetic guy who got the pitying look from the bartender and a free sympathy drink that was more alcohol than mixer. His dinner was pushed off to the side and he hovered over his second round, chin propped on the heel of his palm and a lost look on his face until he froze at the sound of a voice.  –No.  Way.–  Letting the straw he was jabbing at ice with fall and feeling the color rush to his face thanks to his heart swelling and bursting into a breakneck speed inside, Blaine looked up.  Blinked.  Blinked again.  Then smiled the first real smile in forever. “Sebastian!  Se–What are you doing here?  –How?”  Of all the places in the world, on all the days and anywhere else in the city that Seb could go?  Things just added up that he was standing beside his chair?  How was that even possible?  Blaine had no idea but he had no idea in the best way anyone could have no idea–EVER.