i wasn’t sleeping.

_{[ + killer ]}   right.
_{[ + killer ]}   the games you play with my fragile heart, blaine anderson.
_{[ + killer ]}   you don’t say. 
_{[ + killer ]}   because you wanted to give us all mortals a shot at catching up?
_{[ + killer ]}   THREE guys?? well, well. i’m very impressed.
_{[ + killer ]}   all i’ve ever wanted.
_{[ + killer ]}   we’ll see about that once i get there, bud. if you got keys, i’ll sneak you in.

                        Sebastian was already moving, even as he picked up the phone at intervals, to text back, grabbing a new shirt, shrugging a blazer on, and putting on his shoes. He was by his door when he noticed Blaine hadn’t pinged him yet. 

_{[ + killer ]}   buddy? i’ma need you to give me that location, now. 

One minute later he was inside the car, the one his father’d given to him as a birthday gift a while ago. He started it and checked his phone again, before setting the GPS and starting after Blaine. 

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) t’s true becase i think you deserve rmeo then a text booty call.w ehre’s the class in thaT?
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) befoer you can ask mewhere the class in this is? i already asked msefl taht like a second ago.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) More liek two and a half cause I’m only paying half attention to the one that’s a litle creepy.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) sneak me in? tHeres no one home for you to sneak me past.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) guess who got ourside?

Blaine was over the moon by the time he got outside the bar.  Bright eyes that were nearly bursting with not-so-sober giddiness that he once would never have stepped foot outside alone to chase after at the bottom of a glass.  Most of the time he’d encourage anyone he cared about from going out alone to drink without a buddy.  Heck, even a stranger would, probably, get his advice. Even if they wanted it or not.  Yet, here he was.  Unpredictably..here. 

Speaking of here!  He forgot to finish what he was saying.  A proud, happy grin over his front teeth later and he pressed send on a two letter reply.

( mssg » sebastian | sent ) me.

Only that was the last thing he sent before his phone vibrated in his hand.  Shut eyes snapped open and he lifted his head off the wooden pillar beside the bench he’d rested it on.  A notification hit Sebastian’s phone.  Could you take a guess where it blipped from?