sebastian.

“That’s a strange mix of compliment and insult for one person,” he grinned. A small laugh left him while his head rested on the back of the couch. Looking at Blaine he reached out to take his hands. “I am now, yeah. This is one of the first few moments where I haven’t felt so shitty on the inside. Thank you, Blaine,” his words were soft spoken. His heart was slowly opening up to someone else. It was a scary sensation but he was tired of fighting it. Something good was coming into his life, and he wouldn’t let go.

“How about you though? Are you doing okay?” he asked. Looking at Blaine was like seeing him for the first time. Sebastian scooted slightly closer to him. Breathing slowly, he began to run his fingers over Blaine’s hand. It was incessant and he didn’t quite realize what he was doing. There was a subtle look of happiness. 

“Sorry.  I meant the compliment part but not the backhanded insult that came with it,” Blaine spoke just as softly as Sebastian.  After weeks of feeling strung out and having his mind race at the worst times?  Steady and quiet was too nice to ruin.  Letting his hands be gathered up–he inched closer on instinct like Sebastian’s gravity was pulling him in. Oh, one touch shouldn’t feel that good but it did and he didn’t want to let go.  “Me, too.”  Careful.  He’d be careful.  So neither one of them got hurt again.  But turning this small amount of peace away was just something he couldn’t do.

“Me?  I’m much better now. 

I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out how I could let that happen and almost lose you.  I know you and me are–that–this is new but I meant what I said in my texts.  You are too important to let go.  Even if you don’t believe that. You are.”  Their closeness and the soothing feeling of fingers against the back of his hand lulled his eyes closed for a moment.  “Now that we’re okay?  I’m okay,” he smiled embarrassedly, “Did that sound as corny as I think it did?”