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Pairing: CREEPY unrequited Sebastian/Blaine. Fluffy, endgame Kurt/Blaine.
Sebastian won't stop staring.
It shouldn't get to Blaine the way it does. He should be able to deal. But Sebastian keeps lazily dragging his eyes over Blaine's body in this slow, heated way that makes him feel exposed.
Threatened.
He's so blatant about it. Little things – his thumb stroking over Blaine's hand as he passes a sachet, knees touching under the table.
But worse than that, there's the hazy memory of Sebastian's hands on him at Scandals. Blaine had mumbled a protest through his drunken stupor, pushed the arm from around his waist. But then there were lips against his neck, moving, wet and warm.
"Come on Blaine," he breathed against Blaine's skin. He pressed an open mouthed kiss there. "So hot-"
Sebastian's lips found his. It's foreign, overwhelming. Blaine can feel his blood already throbbing and pounding in his veins while his fogged brain struggles to kick itself into gear.
After a second he'd managed to co ordinate his loose, clumsy limbs enough to push himself away and stumble through the club in search of Kurt. Wiping at his mouth with one hand, blocking out the frustrated "Blaine!" that Sebastian shouted at his back.
There's heat coursing low in his stomach. It's the novelty of being lusted after – knowing that he could have sex. With Sebastian, right now, if he wanted. He has the option now.
Blaine wants Kurt. But Blaine's body just wants. Period.
Blaine's body isn't picky.
He'd nearly ruined everything with Kurt in the car that night. Not because he wouldn't have stopped. He can still feel the nausea pulsing through him from the sick realization he'd had the morning after.
Had Kurt thought…had he been scared that I…
Because not stopping – he doesn't have that in him. And he'd never imagined that he would even stray close to the line.
He might have ruined everything by leaving.
"Have you told him?"
Blaine keeps his eyes fixed determinedly on the row of muffins on the counter.
"No."
"I'm not going to be your dirty little secret Blaine," Sebastian murmurs.
"Are you delusional? I was drunk and you kissed me -"
"And you wanted it."
At that, fury chokes him. Sebastian leans in close.
"You know something – there's a name for people like you, Blaine. Cocktease."
Blood pounds in Blaine's ears. The background noise and chatter of the Lima Bean is somehow amplified. He meets Sebastian's eyes for the first time.
"I don't want you near me," he says carefully. Sebastian's eyes flicker at that.
"I'll see you around," he says softly. Their shoulders barely graze as he passes.