IT'S TUMBLR'S FAULT. DON'T BLAME ME. I'M SORRY. I DON'T EVEN SHIP THEM. OMG.

Blaine is gorgeous. Of course he is - he's gorgeous, sweet, funny, caring, absolutely adorable and comforting and safe and ... a little boring.

you try to focus in on what he's saying - something about NYU and his music class - and you try to make your stomach do flips like it used to when his eyes shone like that. It stays obnoxiously still and you try not to huff in irritation, choosing instead to nod encouragingly. You remember when that smile would have sent your heart into wild palpitations, made your cheeks flush, your eyes drop. But now it's just a smile - a very pretty smile, of course, because Blaine could never stop being beautiful - but just a smile nonetheless.

Now, Sebastian, on the other hand, is everything Blaine isn't - well, except for the gorgeous part, because he is, he's gorgeous. But he's also obnoxious, rude, conceited, disgustingly slick, charming ... and incredibly sexy. There's something about that infuriating smirk of his that just makes you want to ravish him ... or be ravished by him - whatever. Where Blaine's safe and comforting, Sebastian is new and dangerous and exciting. And it's absolutely exhilarating. Not to mention the things that boy can do with his tongue ...

"... Kurt?"
"Hm? Oh, that's great, babe. I'm going out tonight."
"Oh ... i thought we were going to stay in ..."
"The girls called - it's a dress emergency, so don't bother waiting up - I'll probably just stay over there."
"Okay. Well, don't have too much fun without me," he says, wiggling his eyebrows devilishly and leaning over to peck your mouth.
"I'll try," you say, turning your face to the side so his lips catch your cheek.

SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY or, you know, you're welcome if you ship them :')