A New Introduction to Sebastian

"I'll see you guys later!" Blaine waved goodbye to the Warblers. He smiled wistfully as they returned the gesture; it had been so long since he'd seen them last, and he didn't know how long he would have to go before seeing them again. He turned to walk out the doors he'd strutted through so many times, but before he could leave, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He glanced back to see the new-kid-but-not-a-freshman, Sebastian.

"Can we talk for a second?"

Confused, Blaine nodded. He stepped farther into the room again and shook the hands of some of the boys who filed out past him; the bell had just rung, and they were all scattering to their next classes.

Except Sebastian.

"What do you need to talk about?" Blaine asked politely, thoroughly puzzled as to Sebastian's motives.

Sebastian shrugged lightly, a tiny half-smile causing his eyes to narrow. "I was just wondering if you were doing anything Friday night. You know, after the show."

Blaine's triangular eyebrows shot upward in surprise. "I don't—what do you mean—I can't—"

"There's no need to get all worked up, Warbler," Sebastian cut across Blaine's awkward rambling smoothly. "I was thinking maybe you and I could...go out. Throw a few back. I know this great place, Scandals, over in West Lima. It's our crowd, you know. Excellent opportunities for...mingling."

Blaine decidedly did not like the suggestive tone to Sebastian's words. "Look, Sebastian, I'm really, really flattered, but...I have a boyfriend. A beautiful, amazing boyfriend, and...I really love him. I'm sorry, but I just can't go out with you." He tried to look apologetic, but the way Sebastian's smirk grew into a full-blown grin put him even more on edge.

"Hey, man, bring him along. I bet a threesome would be a lot more fun while drinking anyway."

Blaine honestly tried to not construe Sebastian's suggestion inappropriately, but with that damn smile, it just wasn't working. "Sebastian, I'm sorry, but no. Kurt and I are happy together the way we are—I mean, drinking isn't even our thing—"

Sebastian just rolled his eyes. "Oh, God, you two must be such prudes. Can't you just let yourself go? I bet the two of you haven't even had sex yet, have you?" His smirk widened impossibly at the slight coloring of Blaine's face. "What's the matter, your precious little fairy wouldn't spread 'em for you—?"

WHAM!

The next thing Sebastian saw was the ceiling, which was quickly eclipsed by Blaine's livid face. "Don't you ever speak about Kurt like that again," the raging boy snarled. Before he was in a position in which he could no longer hold back his violent anger, Blaine whipped around and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Damn, he thought. I really need to get back into Fight Club.


Short drabble is short. This came into my head after watching 3x08, when Blaine so sexily revealed that he started the Dalton branch of Fight Club. (Obviously, I think he was being facetious, but still. UNF.) Well, really it came to me when I found the GIF of Darren pretending to punch Grant in the face in that one behind-the-scenes video from 3x05. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, go to h t t p : / / k l a i n e b o w s a n d q u i r r e l m o r t . t u m b l r . c o m / p o s t / 1 3 9 3 7 0 1 7 3 9 5 / i l l - s e e - y o u - g u y s - l a t e r - b l a i n e - w a v e d - g o o d b y e - t o. That's my Tumblr.) So this was just meant to be silly and stupid and not at all serious.

So I'm not going to say anything else on the matter.

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