sebastian.

     ❝I wouldn’t be so quick to underestimate my skills, killer. I’m not easy to bust. But what can I say? I’ve had a change of heart. Not like this is my new hangout or anything. Far from it. Sometimes surrounding yourself in somewhere as disgusting as this is worth it if you have solid reasoning. That being said, I’m definitely not here for Night of The Living Dwarf. Believe it or not, I came here to see a certain Blaine Anderson.❞

“Did you just call Rachel Night of The–?  Wow.  I’ll ever understand where you get half the things you say from. You drove all the way–to Lima–for me?  Or is this another Blaine Anderson we’re talking about?”  His grin shifts into a full on smirk. A playful twinkle in his eyes that began the moment they started their friendly teasing brightens underneath squinting eyelids. Sebastian’s given a thoughtful pout as Blaine takes up the space between Sebastian’s knees and the rows of empty chairs behind him and leans against the back of one the back of one. “Because he really needs to stop copying me. But–on a curious note–you really did that?”