‘That’s bullshit and you know it, killer.’ Sebastian spoke softly, despite the words, his eyes hurtful as he glanced away. ‘Because of gay f Kurt?’ He made a pause, as he stared at Blaine. Blaine. Who had seemed like the perfect fit, the moment Sebastian laid eyes on him. He’d never wanted to settle down before. But he knew he might. For Blaine. ‘Tell me honestly. Do you REALLY think you fit with him as well as you could, with me??’
Blaine didn’t realize he was holding his breath until his lungs started burning. He took a ragged gulp of air. Immediately–his chin tucked towards his collar after Sebastian asked the obvious. But he didn’t break eye contact even though his stomach bottoming out told him he should. Furrowed brows shot up and he slid his hands across the table leaving heat imprints where they rested. “Do you even have to ask if it’s because of him? Of course it’s because of Kurt. I’m in–,” he stopped abruptly like the words were stolen off the tip of his tongue. He raced to get them back. Blaine stuttered–a grave error considering who he was talking to–blinked rapidly and ended up letting his gaze shift down to the darkness between his waist and the table. “We can’t compare that. Kurt and I fit differently than you and I do would. That’s not fair,” he murmured, “to anyone.”
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