seb.

     ❝Oh, I completely expect you to cut your last class.❞ he grins in a teasing but mostly true manor, leaning back smoothly in his theater seat even though the way Blaine was standing right above him was making his heart race a little bit. Anytime he was around Blaine he could feel his soul flutter, but Sebastian was skilled in keeping his cool on the outside. Plus? He’d never even admit to himself that he was totally heart eyes at Blaine Anderson and it wasn’t just a sexual attraction. The only way you could really tell with his body language in times like this was the way his eyes sparkled with admiration. Of course Sebastian would take up the offer of ditching this lame auditorium and even though he’d agree to Blaine buying coffee– Seb would end up paying once they get there. Just the way he was. Sebastian grins at the blush that is obvious on the other’s cheeks. 

❝Let’s get out of here then. The boyfriend won’t come after me with pitchforks and torches if I steal you away, will he? My car goes super fast.❞

“Oh yeah?”  Blaine strikes a playfully defiant pout.  “You expect me to cut my last class, huh? You know?  It is one of my favorite ones. So you’re lucky I offered.”  Grinning–Blaine nudges the edge of Sebastian’s elbow with the side of his shoe.  Teasing him back was quickly becoming one of his favorite things. Although Sebastian was proving to be a challenge to keep up with. No worries. Only gave him a reason to improve his bantering skills.  Or if Sebastian played fair and didn’t pull out the big guns with saying something that usually sent him into a tongue tied mess? That’d be swell too. Though Blaine figured that Sebastian was never going to lose that ability. He seemed to have honed it before they ever met.  Another layer of intrigue that pulled Blaine in. Blinking a thoughtful, fascinated spark in his eyes away—he lets his foot fall to the floor so he can stand from his perch.  “N-no.  I’ll send him a text.  Let him know we can catch up for rehearsing later.  He’ll be fine.  No pitchforks and torches probably.” Or there might be. “My advice–?  Have your keys at the ready?  What?  I’m kidding!”