Of course the Warbler trespassed onto McKinley territory and didn’t think twice about it. Sure he couldn’t STAND public schools but the fact that he got to see Blaine was all worth it. When Sebastian makes a decision concerning Blaine (whether its stealing him away from going to classes or asking him to hang out), he doesn’t think about what anyone else will think about it. Not Kurt, not anyone. Sebastian gives no cares what everyone else has to say about his friendship with Blaine either (even though everyone knew he had a… thing for the ex-Dalton boy). All he cares about REALLY is making Blaine happy and being HIS friend. He had nobody else to impress in that sense. Besides – Blaine, after all, was the one person that really took the time to know him for the TRUE him since he had came back to Ohio. Eyes narrowed with a questioned brow raise as Blaine cut his sentence in half and changed the subject. Had Sebastian hit a sore spot? Maybe he was guilty in the fact that he had reminded Blaine how much he loved Dalton time after time but could you REALLY blame him??
A smirk appears on his lips to go along with it and Sebastian followed fast behind Blaine past all the seats. ❝ VERY funny, Killer. Is my memory deficient or didn’t you just say there’d be no pitchforks? You TOTALLY have to warn me of these things. Unfair game. ❞ Sebastian jokes in a sarcastic tone, a small laugh leaving his lips. The curiosities that were lurking in the back of his head takes over and he has to approach it. Grabbing at Blaine’s shoulder from behind, he stops them in their tracks and pauses for a moment.. ❝ Wait – turn around and look at me, Blaine. ❞
Long fingers danced and tapped along the tops of the chairs he wandered past on his way to the aisle listening to Sebastian hurry to quickly catch up to and following him towards the aisle. “Maybe I just wanted to give you a sense of security so you’d relax as much as you can while you’re here,” his head shook and Blaine laughed lightly towards the tops of his shoes, “I’d hate to have you drive all this way just to wonder when the angry mob is going to show up to chase you–.” Feeling the grip on his shoulder brings him to the abrupt stop that Sebastian aimed for with the touch. However? Instead of the turn at first? There was nothing but a hesitant deflating set of shoulders and bow of his head. Sebastian wasn’t letting his change of subject be a change of subject. Was he?
Holding out hope that he was jumping to conclusions–even if he knew better because Sebastian never let him get out of saying things he wasn’t sure if he should. The fact that Sebastian wanted to know him so well that he didn’t let him shirk out of the moments where he thought it be best to change the subject rather than make someone worry or judge him for what was on his mind? Was one of the most unique and terrifyingly relieving or exciting parts of their friendship. And–no–not until Sebastian could Blaine ever thing terrifyingly relieving was something possible to be felt. Raising his chin back up–Blaine gives the aisle one last longing look but when he turns–he gives Sebastian nothing less than a curious, gentle smile and small tilt of his head. Hazel eyes travel up to lock on green ones. “…Yeah, Seb?”
( mssg » killer 🍑 🍑 🍆 | sent) Just come out when you’re ready Blaine. ( mssg » killer 🍑 🍑 🍆 | sent) No rush. I know how hard it can be to get dressed when you were naked beforehand. ( mssg » killer 🍑 🍑 🍆 | sent) I mean, what? Yeah no I totally believe that you were wearing PJs before.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I wasn’t naked! ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Yeah! Sure. Uh huh! ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I’m on my way!
Blaine finishes the last touches on curls that barely wanted to be contained since he’d was in bed for nearly an hour before Sebastian’s arrival. Stray curls ran along his forehead, threatened to drop free from where he tried to slick them back with a bit of water to no real avail. Sebastian refused to come inside. He didn’t want him waiting any longer than he was already. A pair of red boat shoes are put on with a few hops between to speed things up. His Dalton hoodie goes over his head and grey v-neck next. Further shaking his hair free but this time unnoticed as he shoves his wallet into the pocket of his jeans.
Outdoor sconces light up the large Westerville Estate with all it’s windows dark except the amber glow of the desk lamp he left on in an upstairs window of the house
that seems mutely still and too pristine to be lived in. A stark contrast the projection of warmth and sunshine that the boy who lives inside of it exudes daily. Mustard yellow, crimson and brown plaid blanket in hand from a pit stop in the living room where the last of a fire was burning down–Blaine closes the front doors and jogs down the stairs waving as he approaches the car.
His free hand pulls open the door and Blaine ducks inside.
An ear to ear–even if it’s a lil bit sleepy–cheeky grin greets his visitor. “I have to ask,” his gaze darts in a mystified glance over Sebastian’s eyes, “Not that I mind. But. What on Earth made you want to come here this late?”
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Sebastian?? You’re outside? Seriously? ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Holy wow. You are. I see you. Hey! ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Very funny! I’m getting dressed. Give me a few minutes. You can come inside and sit down if you want. I’m grabbing a sweater and putting real pants on. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) By that–I mean NOT pajamas! Not that I was–! Er. I’ll be right down.
“Don’t put the blame on me. The cute-boy-wonder doth protest too much,” he winked. It seemed that Blaine was enjoying his cooking. Well, of course he was but it’s nice to know it isn’t being secretly spat out or something of the sorts. “I know, you must be wondering ‘Sebastian, you’re husband material. When are we getting married?’ and the answer is whenever you want.” Would he get a blush out of that one?
A slight pause. “Yeah, um, I had a brother. He died. That’s why you didn’t know,” he hesitated to tell Blaine this initially. Sebastian had moved on from that chapter of his life. But sometimes he would still wake up and have to remind himself that someone like his brother was gone from this world. That was the most bizarre part about grief. Everyday is a new shocking relearning of events. Taking the picture and putting it back he looked at Blaine with a newfound smile. “So anyways, when are we getting our cuddle on? Or show me yours?” Changing the subject was never more appropriate.
“Boy Wonder? Come on–now you’re ridiculous,” Blaine scoffed in the direction of the floor and then glanced up with a smirk that kept spreading across his mouth until it was practically ear to ear by the time Sebastian was done fluffing up his husband material status. “How’d you know? And I don’t think you’re ready for that kind of a commitment with me, Seb. Not with the stories you’ve told me about your weekend activities. I just wouldn’t feel right tying such a wild horse down.” Blushing much? Oh! You could say his imitation of the background color of a stop sign was the best it’s ever been.
Sebastian’s pause made Blaine pause too. His laughter faded and he was back to curiously watching him with a bewildered blink. When he heard the truth? Blaine’s stomach bottomed out and any traces of his smile was gone. “Oh. Oh.” Losing a brother was unthinkable in Blaine’s book. Yes–he and Cooper might have their differences and their relationship was odd because of the years between them but–losing him? He couldn’t imagine surviving the loss of his brother. “Sebastian.. I didn’t.. I’m sorry,” he had to shake himself back to his senses after the whiplash inducing speed that Sebastian changed the subject with. Blaine instantly jumped onto the abrupt shift. “Um–we’re still talking baby pictures in the show you mine department, Seb. You’re forced to wait til we’re at my house for that but–,” he glanced past Sebastian to the bed and back. “Cuddles? I can do cuddles.” And after what he just learned? He never wanted to cuddle Sebastian worse than he did right now.
“I’ll have to see for myself then. I’m not big into feeding into the rumor mill, believe it or not,” he chuckled. Sebastian rolled his eyes out of playful annoyance. “If it was a height joke I would’ve said something about you being so small that cuddling was actually picking you up and placing you in either my pocket or atop my shoulder. That’s a height joke, killer,” he leaned in to kiss him gently.
When he felt Blaine pressed against his body his own heart thumped quite heavily. The rest of his body moved in to follow the contours and curves of Blaine’s very own. Taking Blaine’s fingers so that he could encase the boy in his arms, he had never felt better. One arm reached underneath the pillow and blaine’s head and sprawled out. “Shut up, cutie,” he whispered and chuckled. Kissing the back of Blaine’s neck he laid his head back down. “Of course.” His fingers traced over Blaine’s chest sweetly as gentle kisses met his shoulder. It wasn’t sexually motivated, but simply out of a compassionate place in Sebastian’s heart.
“You better never say you’re going to put me in your pocket or on your shoulder. Like ever. You and I will duel at dawn if you do.” He could still feel the peck lingering on his lips even after his back was against Sebastian’s chest. A set of long fingers answered his beckon call and slid between Blaine’s. Sebastian’s arm was guided around his chest exactly how Blaine wanted. What cemented the Warbler’s Get Out Of Jail Free Card from the “not height joke” was the dips and hollows of Sebastian’s body moulding themselves against his back and legs. Fine hairs running along the back of Blaine’s neck stood on end at the kiss pressed there. His stomach caved and he pressed his cheek firmly against the pillow for balance.
Cutie? He blushed never thinking he’d hear that term come from Sebastian. It was endearingly sweet. “Wait. Am I supposed to shut up? Or ask my question,” he asked in a dry, ragged voice that evened out with the feather light shoulder kisses. “Because I’m confused now.” Untangling his fingers from Sebastian’s as they caressed his chest–a feeling that made Blaine close his eyes as he sank into the calm the touch brought–Blaine reached back and found a strand of Sebastian’s bangs to lightly twirl through his fingers. “I mean–I can shut up. But? That’s not very nice to say to someone, Seb. Especially during epic cuddles. I’m offended,” he grinned lazily. And then he gave that wisp of hair he toyed with a careful tug to stress his point.
“Comfortable is me naked, but something tells me that’s not what you’re willing to deal with,” he chuckled. He slept naked, of course, so he was at least honest about it. Surprisingly enough, he was comfortable. The pillow was nice and so were the blankets. The fire felt so incredible on his skin. Everything was turning out to be so wonderful.
“Is that so? Now, is that a reputation that everyone knows or were you just told that by one specific person?” he teased. Poking Blaine, he scooted in close. “Yup, perfect now.” Sebastian wrapped his arm around Blaine’s midsection and pulled him in close. “Please tell me you’re a little spoon,” he chuckled. Sebastian kissed his shoulder sweetly as he rested on his side.
Skipping past the sans clothing confession–Blaine jumped right back to the topic of his Cuddle Reputation. “It is so, Mister. My cuddles are world renown. I can’t believe you haven’t heard of their legendary status.” He pretended to be offended but his plan was cut short by the poke and subsequent hard swallow when Sebastian moved in closer and pulled him in. Blaine’s fingertips came to life when he touched them to a freckled shoulder and smiled, laughter danced in his eyes and came in a silent shaking of his head.
He was glad for being the one with their shirt on to cover goosebumps prickling up over his shoulder and running down his spine when he glanced down at the spot Sebastian’s lips were before narrowing his eyes up at him. “Was that a height thing? That better not have been. I’ll have you know? That won’t be tolerated but–sure. I am.” One gentle press of his fingertips later he squirmed around until his back was pressed to Sebastian’s chest and he wiggled his fingers back above his shoulder for Sebastian to grab them so he could pull Sebastian’s arm around to the front of his chest. “Better not have been a height thing,” he quickly mumbled with a grin. Sighing–Blaine watched the flames growing brighter. “Can I ask you something?”
With the poker he moved around some of the wood to make sure it would last as long as possible without too much interference. The very warmth felt so good upon his now naked torso. Looking back at Blaine he smiled brightly. “I am. If you don’t mind of course,” he nodded, in reference to himself being shirtless. Hearing the pitch of Blaine’s voice was amusing nonetheless. How adorable of him to react in such a way.
Sebastian reached out to grab the pillow with a singular hand. Sebastian figured he’d help Blaine to set up. Helping to flat out some of the blankets and placing his pillow he laid down. Patting the spot next to him he rested on his side. “Get ready to get your cuddle on, killer.” A chuckle filled the air.
He handed the pillow over and smiled “Of course I don’t mind. Make yourself as comfortable as you like,” Blaine bit his lip and paused. Maybe offering that to Sebastian Smythe was dangerous but he got to his knees anyway and feathered the blanket and throw out. A few unnecessary extra tugs to the corner of the throw were given as Sebastian laid down. You know? Just to make sure everything was going to be comfy or–whatever.
If only wishes would work and calm down the drumming of his pulse that echoed up into his ears. But he smiled anyway. Mischievously even. A twinkle came into his eyes. “I’m so ready. I just hope you’re prepared,” he hummed teasingly, “I’m pretty infamous for cuddling. Fair warning. It might ruin them from anyone else..” Blaine crawled onto the blanket and laid down on his back reaching underneath his head to make some necessary adjustments to the pillow and a half that was his. Feeling the warmth of the fire on his feet garnered a sigh as he cocked his head to the side to look up at Sebastian. “Comfy? Enough blankets or?”
To live in the bliss of authenticity was astounding for Sebastian. He wasn’t hiding with Blaine. He was being completely vulnerable. However Blaine managed to pull that out of his ass was beyond Sebastian. This was going to be a night he’d never forget. How could he? It was hopefully the start of something so pure and perfect for him. It’d change him and mold him into a better man hopefully.
“Mmkay, sounds good,” he said. Groaning as he stood up he stretched out his long legs. He was so comfortable but he knew it’d be worth it. Walking over to place some firestarter and wood he worked with it until the smallest of embers bloomed into a wild flame. A metaphor for the night perhaps? Standing up tall he stripped off his shirt and threw it to the side. He wanted to feel the pure heat on his pale skin. It reminded him of the best of times. Christmas in France. His grandparents reading him Christmas stories as kids. Before the loss of innocence.
Blaine hurried upstairs to his bedroom. A heavy breath parted his lips as he opened his linen closet and grabbed a blanket and thick throw wrapping his arms around both and awkwardly grabbing several pillows off his bed. Two fit in his arms while another dangled from a fist that was given a reprieve from shaking now that it had something to hang onto. Nerves began to get the best of him. Stopping short of leaving his room–Blaine glanced in the mirror on top of his dresser. He gave himself a hard stare wondering if this would be too much and too close to last time and the mistakes that happened. Ones that almost cost him more than he’d ever want to lose. No. This was fine. They could lay there and talk. Nothing had to happen.
Determined–he hurried down the stairs already taking too long snatching blankets and pillows. A soft gasp could be heard from the entrance to the living room. Hazel eyes locked on the long, elegant line of Sebastian’s bare spine and Blaine practically dropped everything in his arms until he scrambled to snatch them tight again. “I–um. You got the fire going? Great– You look comfortable,” be damned if his voice wasn’t an octave or two high enough for him not to notice. His eyebrows shoved towards one another–face screwed up in a faint cough to clear his throat and lose the wobble to his tone. “Catch,” he recovered with a grin and tossed one pillow directly at the taller boy before joining him in front of the fire and tore his gaze off him and let what was in his arms fall to the floor so he could set everything up.
Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. Moments like these were so simple and oh so very sweet. Jokes aside, he loved these moments with Blaine. He was able to open up just the slightest and feel a little better. He didn’t feel like he was ready to explode all the time. Sebastian finished the rest of his plate and set it to the side. He sure knew how to clean a plate though.
“Yeah, yeah,” he shrugged. Hopping out of the bed he grabbed two picture frames. “I have these two pictures right here. One’s of me and my parents. And… there’s this one of me and my brother,” he became slightly more quiet. Showing it to Blaine he had the remnants of what once was a smile on his face.
“Yeah, yeah yourself, Mister. You’re the one that did it. Not me,” he mused jokingly and cut off another small piece of steak. He had to admit–at least to himself because face it the other boy didn’t need yet another item to add to his list of things to inflate his ego. Or ego that he liked to broadcast–anyway until the quieter moments they got to share. Like these ones. Blaine found himself looking forward with baited breath to each and every chance for days and nights like this that he could have. Back to the point! Sebastian was a phenomenal cook.
Blaine finished quickly and sat his plate to the side. Toed off shoes fell with a thud-thud and his feet lifted so he could sit cross legged in the chair. Smiling with a curious tilt of his head–hazel eyes followed Sebastian to see what he was grabbing. When they were close enough to see–Blaine hummed with his smile renewed at the images in the photographs. His brother was cute. Adorable, actually–Wait! What? Blinking up at him–Blaine about burst into excited chatter upon learning something new about the mystery that was Sebastian Smythe. But the faded smile and softer voice had his own dropping instead. “You have a brother? I didn’t know.” Did they not get along now? Was that it? Why the sudden–quiet?
“Gotcha,” Sebastian said, more entertained than ever. If only. Perhaps in Sebastian’s late night thoughts was that a thing, but certainly not now. No matter how hard he tried. “If we pretended that’d take away 100% of the fun, and I just can’t do that. Keeping you blushing and myself laughing is the perfect combination, Blaine,” he shrugged.
Sebastian threw back another bite. It was even better than the last. Food was one of his main passions, and God, was it good. As per usual, Sebastian was quite content with himself. “I’ve always been an extremely honest and blunt person. Father says I came out the womb critiquing the doctor’s scrubs.” His eyes slyly narrowed as he watched Blaine. “Adorable and frightening even now? Now don’t get too careless, otherwise all these compliments will make this ego bigger. Among other things,” his flirtation at an all-time high. “I can show you my baby pictures sometime.”
Blaine smirked down at his knife not looking up as he huffed a chuckle and shook his head. “Perfect combination for you—maybe–but for me it’s embarrassing to no end,” he teased lightly watching as another slice of steak was cut away from the rest. “Oh really? I never noticed. You? Extremely honest and blunt? No way.” Sebastian saying he was either of the two was sort of like announcing for all the world to hear that the sky was blue and the grass was green. Two minutes into a single conversation with him and anyone would see.
Broken filter, remember? After chasing down another few bites with some wine–Blaine lifted just his gaze to Sebastian. “You realized you drew attention to the possibility of you getting–uh–yeah and then brought up your baby pictures? Don’t you? Only you, Sebastian. Only you.” Their banter was quickly becoming one of Blaine’s favorite things to toss back and forth. Unless he ended up speechless and stumbling for words right smack dab in the middle. So far? He’d like to think he was getting better at holding his own. A challenge–that’s what their conversations were when they got too Sebastian-esque. A challenge he wanted to win. “I’d love to see them. If you play nice? Maybe I’ll show you mine..” Oh. Damn it. That was an outright setup.
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