sebastian.

                  Eyes glance down at Blaine’s boat shoe nudging at his elbow and it gets a light smirk out of him before intrigued green hues are back up on Blaine to meet him with a playful look in his eyes. Sebastian completely had NO idea how to help himself from saying things that made Blaine tongue tied. In a sense, knowing he had the ability to do so just put a certain kind of joy and unsaid cocky knowledge into him. Sure, Kurt had him as a boyfriend but this way Sebastian knew he had a special unique ability to get that blush and head duck from Blaine so easily. Not to be a pointer out of the obvious, but he seemed to be able to do it pretty skillfully. On top of all of that? Bantering was just fun all the time. ❝Sounds good to me, killer. Run the plans by him – or don’t – and then we’ll get out of here.❞ Sebastian stands to his feet to lean back against the back of the chair just how Blaine is, now standing next to him. Eyes look around the theater and he furrows a brow. ❝You know, I HAVE to wonder how you make the change from Dalton to public school so quick. I’d have to be dragged here. I know ‘your heart is here now’ and all and maybe that’s why your immune to the bad taste of this place, but you really got some kick ass adapting skills.❞

“I’ll send him a text.  I don’t think he’s going to enjoy the idea that you snuck into the school to see me,” Blaine planned on leaving that part out.  Just that Sebastian was here and they were going to meet was enough.  It’s not that he wanted secrets between him and his boyfriend.  But there was no way in hell Kurt was going to be happy that Sebastian was on the New Directions turf and if it got out that Blaine was spending time in the auditorium with their competition from the school that he only just transferred from?  Yeah.  They already called him Blaine Warbler.  He didn’t need to erase the trust he’s earned and go back to being suspected of riding the fence of alliances.  Looking from Sebastian to the body of the theatre–Blaine shrugged at his friend’s observation as he half-laughed at the way Sebastian expressed his distaste with McKinley again.  

“It’s really not that bad, Sebastian.  I’d take the credit if I earned it but..once you get used to it?  It’s okay.  I mean it’s not D…,” he stops himself right there.  No reason to continue what was better left unsaid.  “I know it’s not your cup of tea but it’s mine.  Speaking of which?  Ready to go.  C’mon,” their shoulders touched and Blaine was off his leaning position heading through the row of seats to the aisle.  “Pitchforks, remember?  Need to avoid those.”