❝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!”
❝Oh come on, killer. The other Blaine Anderson is not even close to being as talented or sexy as you.❞ he grins while looking up at the other, going along with the joke as the playfulness in his eyes twinkle back (greens and hazels matching now, glimmering like stars). ❝But if you’re all so curious to know, I did drive here to see you. It’s really no big deal. Just thought I’d cruise by. I missed that pretty face.❞ Cruise by on a two hour drive? Okay, Sebastian.
Blaine finishes settling on top of the seat’s back he was leaning against and props the tip toe of a navy blue boat shoe against the very edge of Sebastian’s right arm rest as his brows arch. Sexy? Sebastian never ceased to test the limit of how high he can raise the temperature on Blaine’s cheeks. Today is no different. “Wait–you–did?” Consider his mind blown. A two hour drive was definitely more than a ‘cruise’ just because Sebastian ‘missed seeing his face’ but he wouldn’t put that out outloud. “I–well–thank you. It’s great to see your face, too, Sebastian. Now that you’re here–you’re letting me treat you to coffee, right? I might have to cut my last class to do it but–it’s only fair. Please?”
❝I wouldn’t be so quick to underestimate my skills, killer. I’m not easy to bust. But what can I say? I’ve had a change of heart. Not like this is my new hangout or anything. Far from it. Sometimes surrounding yourself in somewhere as disgusting as this is worth it if you have solid reasoning. That being said, I’m definitely not here for Night of The Living Dwarf. Believe it or not, I came here to see a certain Blaine Anderson.❞
“Did you just call Rachel Night of The–? Wow. I’ll ever understand where you get half the things you say from. You drove all the way–to Lima–for me? Or is this another Blaine Anderson we’re talking about?” His grin shifts into a full on smirk. A playful twinkle in his eyes that began the moment they started their friendly teasing brightens underneath squinting eyelids. Sebastian’s given a thoughtful pout as Blaine takes up the space between Sebastian’s knees and the rows of empty chairs behind him and leans against the back of one the back of one. “Because he really needs to stop copying me. But–on a curious note–you really did that?”
❝Nice try on busting me, killer—— but I’m actually riding solo today so you can put away the handcuffs. I’ve been here for a few minutes. Cross out the mission and add in my own personal gain. I came here for a different reason. A reason much more fascinating then a bunch of Nude Erections. Can you guess who I really came here for?❞
“Okay–. I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. This time. Thanks for humoring me enough to give me kudos on trying. I was hoping to have the bragging rights of busting Sebastian Smythe under my belt–but–I’m sure you’ll give me plenty of opportunities in the future to look forward to. Seems like it’s a habit of yours. It’s–actually–entertaining. Seeing you here–I mean. We both know of your distaste for this place or all things not Dalton’s atmosphere. Which is a completely unfair bar to set for anywhere else. Please. Do tell me. Who are you here for? And you better not say Rachel.”
random as heck starter.
“So this is what being on the other end of Dalton’s scoping out the competition by sneaking onto their turf to get a heads up on what you’re up against feels like? How long have you been sitting in an empty auditorium? Did anyone else come? Or is this a solo mission? By the way–. You, Sebastian Smythe, are busted.”
“I dunno, just go with it Blaine,” he snickered. Sebastian had quite a big smile on his face. “But trust me, it works somehow.” He was multitasking like a professional at this point. Sebastian took his own plate and scooted back up to the head of the bed. Behind him were pillows for comfort to help with his back. “Suit yourself. We both know what’s really comfortable but whatever you say.”
Sebastian took a bit of his steak, dripping in sauce. A small moan left him. It was absolutely delicious. He really outdid himself this time in particular. Looking back up at Blaine he shook his head. “It’s that I don’t turn it off, I just can’t,” he shrugged. “Maybe I was… yeah, I was Born this Way.” His eyes grew wider and he threw up some spirit fingers. “I wasn’t quite raised with a filter though.”
“Yes–I guess we do. It’d be sort of hard to eat with–,” and that’s where Blaine realized two seconds too late that what he was saying could and probably would be so far taken out of context that he set himself up for an even worse comeback from the silver tongued boy on the bed. Palming his face as he sat down with a groan–Blaine spread his fingers open far enough to peek over at Sebastian. “Please–I know what I just said. I know where that’s probably going to go–. Let’s pretend I didn’t set myself up for further embarrassment?”
Trying to distract himself from that moan–he ignored the swirling in his stomach and blinked down at his steak. Unaware he was being watched, Blaine ended up in a pretzel cross of his legs to use as a makeshift table. He shook his head and smirked in amusement at the born this way comment. “You know,” laughter brightened his eyes when he glanced back. Sebastian’s spirit fingers initiated another burst of carefree chuckling. “I can see that. No filter from the time you were born would justify your serious lack of one. It was just never there. I learn more and more about you every day,” he winked and finally cut off a piece of steak. “You as a kid had to be both adorable and frightening. Though I guess not much has changed..” He shut up by shoving his fork in his mouth–in a roundabout way–the fact he found Sebastian adorable.
Sebastian nodded slowly as he listened to Blaine’s sensitive words. It felt like his heart was in his throat at this point. Hearing that Blaine cared about him was possibly the best but worst news he could hear. It hurt but felt so wonderful to know. The pain was from knowing that nothing could probably come from it. “No, I overreacted. I mean, yeah it felt like rejection but I shouldn’t have done that, Blaine,” he added in. Getting this out between the two felt like the weight of the world was finally lifted from Sebastian’s shoulders. His sleep was fucked up because he was always up thinking of what he should’ve done different. The days were longer. And he was certainly meaner. People had taken note of his even more aggressive behavior.
“I miss you too. And I don’t want us to just… throw it all out tonight. Because I know that for some ungodly reason you care about me, and I care about you. And that’s something that… maybe we shouldn’t let slip through our fingers. I dunno.” His lips folded together and he shrugged. “Where does that leave you though? Us?”
In the short time they knew each other–Sebastian managed to pull him in and capture his attention, friendship and something else Blaine wasn’t ready to think about because of what it meant. Oblivious as he could occasionally be when it came to noticing that someone was drawn to him the way Sebastian’s overly exuberant vocalization left without a doubt he was? The fact that this boy wanted him was clear. And the idea that someone so potentially overwhelming could was puzzling. One in depth conversation had him feeling like he was underneath a magnifying glass and left to question everything without being able to hide. He could talk to Sebastian for hours–and they did. Their conversations made him feel things he shouldn’t. Made him want to be back underneath Sebastian’s studious eye that didn’t let him escape from those parts of himself Sebastian plucked at. It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.
Sebastian was dangerous. The worst part? Blaine knew it and still wanted to be near him. The thought he lost that because he got swept up? Was awful and left those parts Sebastian connected like raw, exposed nerves. Relief flooded in when he was given hope he hadn’t broken them beyond repair. Along with the unsurety of what to sayr. “I–I don’t know,,” his carefully measured distance was breached as he carefully touched Sebastian’s wrist and tried his best not to think about the last time he touched him. The images that were right there threatening to rush back anyway. “Where that leaves me–I mean. What I do know is I don’t want to throw away anything. You’re right. I do care. Just–please can we go back to where we were heading? I’m not sure where that was–but it felt like we were going somewhere I wanted to be. I don’t want to say goodbye to that..even if I’m not sure what that is–yet.” And there it was. The feeling of hinging on Sebastian in ways that he probably shouldn’t but couldn’t help.
“Okay.” His words were quiet and he had a slightly uncomfortable smile on his face. Walking through to the living room his breathing was shallow as his fingers ran across the couch. “Oh, a water’s fine. Thanks.” Sebastian appreciated it. He only wished he could get rid of this awkwardness. In fact, he couldn’t stand it. How did someone like Sebastian fucking Smythe get reduced to someone who wasn’t open to talk. “Actually no. Let’s just sit down and talk. No distractions. Okay?” he asked him.
He was ready to say everything he had said over text. It’d be hard to open himself up this way, but he had to do it. Sebastian refused to miss out on something that could be great. Something that could literally change him as a person and make him better than before. Sebastian moved to the couch to take a seat on the couch. Patting the spot next to him, his entire front was faced towards. “I meant it. Every word,” he started. “I… I really care about you, Blaine. And I don’t fucking know how it happened or even why it did. All I know is that I want you in ways that measure beyond just your body.”
Blaine stopped by the entrance to the living room. One hand lifted to gesture for Sebastian to go make himself comfortable in spite of the slightly trembling fingers that motioned for him to do so giving away the fact that Blaine was winding himself into a ball of nerves at breakneck speed. He turned to go get them water and stopped abruptly when Sebastian spoke up. Busted. The moment he tried to steal to calm himself down was called out and stolen away before he could make it more than two steps. “Sure. No distractions.” Deflating with a drawn out sigh–he warily looked back first and then turned the rest of his body to match the glance over his shoulder and slowly followed Sebastian to the couch. Sitting down beside him–Blaine bit his lip on the way down and didn’t let it go as he propped one bent knee up on the cushion, hooked the back of his knee over the inside of that ankle and gripped his calf with both hands so that he could match Sebastian’s facing him and meet his eyes.
He wished he hadn’t four words in because what he heard struck him hard. Sebastian cared about him. The problem was? “I really care about you, too, Sebastian.” More than he should. So said the heavy drag of guilt in his stomach and an eerie quiet that he’d been in since they parted the way they did. Other people were noticing. Everyone was noticing. And he blamed it on anything but the truth. “I didn’t mean to make you feel rejected. That’s the last thing I wanted,” his eyes went owlish, blinking away tears he felt building up. “I messed up. I just miss you and I feel like I seriously blew something that was..,” he cleared his throat and shook his head stopping there. “I told you in texts but I wanted to say it right away. I’m really..really sorry.”
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