oh no you didn’t.

Sebastian is loving pushing his limits right now. It’s a pretty fun game to distract from the fact that he wants more coffee and also is debating throwing the time out chair off the balcony. So he stops glaring so much and instead grins a bit as he stares mischievously at his boyfriend. ❝ Two words. Hell and no. I don’t really want to get up right now and go torture myself with the knowledge that somehow you of all people managed to bring up ex-methods to solve my so called ‘behavior problems’ and put me in that dumb chair of silence! Instead, I could continue teasing you about your weird morning fan fiction habits. I mean you read space porn but instead I could just be sucking your dick right now. Who needs plot lines when you have orgasms. Literally makes less sense than that time you and Rachel made out at a party and somehow that made you question if you had the hots for her pre-Broadway, My Headband singing self. So no. Nobody is counting to ten. ❞

If that chair goes off the balcony?  There’s going to be another chair later.  Think of it as real life version of that The Cat Came Back The Very Next Day song. Only with a chair. That’s how determined Blaine was about the Time Out™ chair. He’d even use one of their joint credit cards to pay for it.  Just so Sebastian knew every time he paid the bill that he was chipping on for his least favorite thing in the history of things.  The saving grace of Sebastian’s next outburst was the mischief in his boyfriend’s eyes.  There was something in that look that always made Blaine’s insides melt.  He never fessed up to it because Sebastian didn’t need anymore weapons to use against his willpower (he had dozens) but that look?  Made him dizzy.  Instead of swooning though?  Blaine was about to laugh when he countered back with, “What do you mean?  Me of all people?” Thank God he put the iPad on the end table.  Because he would have dropped it if he was holding it. “I almost said to hell with the fanfiction but then you had to bring that up?  Again,” he grinned lightheartedly, “What is it with your thing about my drunk, teenage make out session with Rachel?”