When he hears Blaine say his name, he’s snapped back to earth INSTANTLY and for a moment his face goes soft and gentle whilst his mind tries to recollect what Blaine had been saying the whole time he was FANTASIZING. Staring across the Dalton cafe’ table, an eyebrow furrowing just slightly.
❝I—-❞ he begins under his breath. Not the USUAL mischief running around in his expression. Just a lost stare as he quickly ties to snap back from the stupidness he had come so close to getting caught in. He wouldn’t let Blaine know that in the middle of hazel eyes staring and his words coming out so perfect, Sebastian had fallen into total daydreams about Blaine and he. God, it was almost DISGUSTING that Sebastian had let himself be a victim of something so sickly mushy. He can’t help but let a stupid grin perk up on his lips, attempting to hold it back. He felt like he was flushed but luckily he didn’t visibly blush easily. But finally, he’s staring to try to fill his mouth with an excuse before his smile grows and teeth are shown. ❝—–My brain definitely DIDN’T trail off anywhere, killer. SUCH a liar. Accusing me of something so insane. How could I get distracted while you’re telling me about the THRILLING Batman fanfiction you read last night.❞ Light sarcasm dances in his voice as he laughs a little with a wide grin. ❝You have it wrong.❞
Seeing Sebastian’s gentle expression ran a streak of curiosity through Blaine’s mind. He tilted his head to the side–hazel narrowing on brilliant green. The whisper was so soft. So unlike usual broadcasted Sebastian that it drew Blaine to lean in and curl his fingertips around the lip of the table. “I–,” he repeats back Sebastian’s bare start of a reply but then Sebastian’s grinning and Blaine watches the gentility fade. Almost. But not quite. Because Sebastian doesn’t realize that his facade never really is as strong as he thinks it is. Not when he tries to hide the way he watches him–Blaine sees it and he never wants it to go away and wishes that one day there might come a time where Sebastian’s okay with it being there too. Sure–he hasn’t earned the right for Sebastian to look at him like that. Nothing rings a bell in Blaine’s thoughts of any real reason why he should be so selfish as to have the want to be wanted the way he knows Sebastian wants him. Yet it’s there and sometimes Sebastian wears it on his sleeve. Only to tuck it up out of sight the minute that he sees Blaine notice. Doesn’t he want him to? Isn’t that the point of everything Sebastian’s ever done? To have him see that expression? Or was he supposed to keep letting it slide like he does now because he’s too careful to risk damaging them. Sitting up straight–Blaine laughs at the perfect timing between Sebastian’s dismissal and jab at his expense. The sarcasm is met with a smile and a sassing back roll of Blaine’s eyes. “I understand. You were riveted. That was a really good fiction.” Too bad he stopped talking about it five minutes ago and Sebastian apparently forgot what they he were was really talking about. Let it slide. And he does. “Hey. We have a practice night off. Let’s go do something. What do you think? Or are you busy?”
“Mr. Anderson?” Julian asked, walking into the choir room. “I..was wondering if I could talk to you about these dance moves. With all due respect to Mr. Schuester, The Warblers and I just don’t think they’re going to cut it,” he sighed. “We don’t know what to do.”
The boy wasn’t off his mark. The New Directions always seemed to get it together at the last second and it might happen this time–or not. The chance of losing was too big. They needed a solution fast What Kurt, Rachel and Mr. Schue had to realize was their answer was standing in front of Blaine. The former Warblers. How to pitch that and not come off as completely overly cocky? That was the issue. Sighing softly–Blaine motioned for Julian to take a seat beside him on the piano bench with a pat. “I understand and you’re right. Waiting for the Miracle Cure All is taking too big of a risk.” Especially for his boys. They needed this win. “I’m not sure–and it’s going to take some convincing–but I think we can do it if you and I work together.”
“Oh my god… I’m dating a couch potato. A TV binging, out of control couch potato. Do you even hear yourself? How are you not going blind? Blaine… You seriously went outside, ordered a COFFEE from another HUMAN BEING, all while watching this show? How many seasons are there anyways? If you say more than three, I’m banning you from the tablet. No, I do not want to know any more about your ruined morals or obsession with this — What?! NO, Blaine! We are not starting over from the beginning! Are you out of your mind? Go to bed! Or take a shower! Or SOMETHING remotely good for you!”
“Uh?? I don’t get it. Who else would I order coffee from than another human being? Maybe I don’t want to tell you how many seasons there are if it’s going to end up with you banning me from my tablet. How are my morals ruined?? What? You really think that’s happened? I’m not obsessed. I’m interested. There’s a HUGE difference! Where else would we start if you don’t want to watch the last couple of episodes, honey? Um–Kurt? You’re yelling? I’ll go to bed soon. I promise. After the six shot espresso wears off. Oh God. I shouldn’t have said that. Forget everything I just said. Bed! Bed would be great! You should come with me??”
“Your hair really is quite shiny. Is that an artistic choice? Are you planning on using it as a reflective surface of some kind ? Like a human disco ball? If you think that’s going to outshine me, no pun intended, then you are sorely mistaken, petit homme. I am ready to crush you, like a bug. I want you to know that, you and your shiny hair.”
“I–What does most of that even mean? No. I’m not going to use it as a human disco ball. Who does that? There’s nothing wrong with my hair.. Judging by half your teammates styling it the exact same way. So… What you’re saying is there’s no chance of friendly competition for the sake of two show choir affectionados? Okay. I get it. I guess–if you’re planning on crushing me..? You better wear heavy boots because the New Directions won’t be going down without a fight. And–by the way–if you’re really French? Where did your accent go?”
He doesn’t know what he expected when he asked Blaine to help him work out but he’s been watching Blaine watch him for WEEKS now ( equal parts kicked puppy and horny teen) and Sam can’t just stay quiet about it. The way he sees it, it’s not fair on Blaine, letting him pine after someone he thinks he CAN’T HAVE and bite his tongue ‘cause he thinks he can’t talk about it. Sam’s glad that he opens up easily, that he doesn’t have to PRY it out of him, and the confession makes him feel warm inside. Spent so much time chasing people that didn’t want to want him that being wanted — hearing that he’s wanted — feels so damn GOOD.
He sets his hands on the floor to push himself CLOSER, knees-to-chest, and tilts his head into Blaine’s space. It’s a risk, crossing this line. Always a chance that he’s destroying their friendship, but he doesn’t wanna destroy BLAINE by ignoring his feelings either. And Blaine’s — amazing. Sam’s sure they could get back to how they were BEFORE today if Blaine decides he doesn’t want to do this. He makes eye contact and licks his lips, leaves no room for misinterpretation.
“You can HAVE ME, if you want.”
It slipped. He couldn’t help it. Holding it in any longer would suffocate him surely because he certainly felt like there was a hand around his throat growing tighter and tighter the longer it took for Sam to say anything. The pause between his confession and when Sam inched forward felt like a crushing press of the pause button on time itself. What did he just do to them by saying what he said? Blaine wouldn’t ever be able to find the means of telling Sam how precious he was to him. Not only because he wanted him. But because of everything Sam had already given was priceless in Blaine’s world.
A person he could rely on. A soft heart and such a sweet, caring soul that Blaine knew if he lost it–his would would never be the same. He waited. Half afraid and half so full of hope that–maybe–this time he’d gotten through out of bluntness. A secret that wasn’t a secret finally made tangible and real because his answer made it that way. Undeniable. Irretractable. A blessing or a deathblow. There were knees against his chest and his heart thundered against Sam’s legs. Unsteady hands cupped bended kneecaps, palms to their points shook before clinging tight. Hazel eyes watched a tongue sweep over a mouth that held the key to everything that would or wouldn’t be between them with the answer it would give. When Sam spoke–Blaine’s gaze flicked up to meet his. Disbelief and relief. ‘You can have me, if you want.’ And Blaine wanted him so badly that he couldn’t breathe. “I want you..,” their foreheads touched as Blaine lifted up to rest them together.
“I need..” Words cut short when the corners of their mouths touched and Blaine shuddered from head to toe at the taste. “Sam,” eyes squeezed shut. One more ragged breath. The warmth of Blaine’s right hand left Sam’s knee and fingertips gently touched his chin and turned him in His left hand lifted to cup the back of Sam’s head, thumb tracing the shell of his ear.
Their lips brushed together with every word. “Are you sure?”
// Saving this because it really made a rough day so awesome to see Marcel go bonkers over this and the tags. Going in my happy tag for when I need a smile.
Please excuse me while I get all heart eyes! @bcingnicesucks
“Earth to Sebastian Smythe? I haven’t seen you look that lost in a conversation since the last time I called you out on the fact that you can’t request alcohol in your coffee when the coffee shop is on school grounds. Where–exactly–did your brain just trail off to?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) See, I was going to let you sleep on the bed and I was going to sleep on the couch, but then you started with the hallmark thing, and well, we know how that went. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Think of it as the dog house. Exclusively for you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh look you got it! ( mssg » blaine | sent ) We’ll see in the morning, but I think the magic 8 ball only has the one answer right now.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) how Aboutwe just sleep together? i won’t try anyhting. I do want to live through the nightt. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) OOKAy. Il’l sleep on the couch. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) throwing awat the faulty stupid magic 8 vball tomorrow. it sucks.
pianokeysandbowties back up 