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?”
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