"Don't run away..."
The last words of the song fell gracefully from Blaine's mouth, beautifully crafted note by note, and accompanied by a chorus of voices that boost not only his, but their talent in their combination. Slightly out of breath from the perfectly cheesy dance routine that he effortlessly fell into step with, Blaine's mouth was curved into a smile, though it dropped slightly as he undid the buttons on the blazer that clung to the planes of his shoulders in all the right places. He was in an inner turmoil, trying to remain happy for his friends, which he really was; he'd not sung with the Warblers in what felt like forever, but he felt a pang of guilt. He was in New Directions now, at McKinley, and he shouldn't want to cling to the blazer as much as he did.
Letting out a huff, and smiling some more, he decided to ignore the negatives for at least a little while longer. They all beamed back at him, bar Hunter and Sebastian, who had various types of smirks on their faces. Hunter's was a triumphant one, believing that he'd won him over already, and the temptation to do just so was overwhelming. Sebastian's smirk was one that differed entirely. He'd not missed how the other boy's eyes had been all over him the entire duration of his visit to Dalton so far. A little voice in the back of his head had praised how good it felt to have someone look at him like that again, and not feel like it was forbidden.
"That was amazing, Blaine!" chirped up Thad immediately from where he stood near the back, falling out of their neat formation. Soon after, other voices that Blaine had missed hearing chipped in. It was so nice to be around one another without the unease that had rightfully surrounded them last year.
A chuckle left Blaine as he looked at his feet a little bashfully, before looking back to them, and attempting to ignore the way Seb was blatantly leering at him. "I swear all of your vocals get cleaner every time I see you," Blaine complimented back, "It would've sucked without you." Nick had moved round, and slapped a hand appreciatively to his back as Blaine's eyes searched everyone who was splayed around him. They were actually taking in what he had to say, and it was somewhat of a shock to him. After a year and a bit, forgetting what that felt like, in the shadow of the friendships that had long formed before Blaine was in the picture, it caused him to beam with happiness.
It took very little time at all after that for them to disband, Hunter leaving with a very firm reminder that; 'The Warblers will always be at their best when you're with them.' The phrase was echoing through his head, even as he said goodbye to the rest of them, and reluctantly started to slide his arm out of the blazer. Blaine was then startled by a pat to the arm, and whipped around to see Sebastian grinning at him. "Trying to leave without saying goodbye to me, Killer?" he accused, smirking at the timid look he gained in response, and rolling his eyes, "I was kidding."
Blaine laughed half-heartedly, before going to take it off again, a hand darting out to hold the lapel in place. With an eyebrow raised, Blaine's eyes followed the offending arm, up to the face it belonged to. "I need to take this off in order to give it back, you know," he told Sebastian, who was straightening it on his shoulders again, before patting his arm.
"At least wait until you have to take it off," Seb protested, letting his smirk settle back into place.
Blaine didn't see the harm in letting Sebastian walk him to his car. After all, he'd been assured that Seb had nothing better to do, though he suspected he might be bunking a lesson to do so. Still, it was nice to catch up, considering the two of them had talked a decent amount last year at one point.
As Blaine was pulling his car keys out of his pocket, their conversation grew quiet, and he suddenly felt tense, glancing up at the taller boy, who seemed to be in thought, despite the immovable sly grin that twisted his lips. "So," Sebastian suddenly came out with, "I hear you're single now," his gaze back to the intensity it had been during their performance.
"Sebastian, just because I'm single, doesn't mean I'm looking for anything right now," Blaine said with a sigh, stopping as they arrived at his car. It was a little grating to turn the charismatic brunette down so often, especially now when he wasn't exactly occupied.
It took Blaine a second to catch on and realise he'd been crowded up against the side of his own car, one of Sebastian's arms either side of his shoulders, and a determined expression on his face, that Blaine found unnervingly attractive. "You know, Anderson," Seb started, his usual smirk more of a knowing smile, "They always say you'll find someone when you're not looking."
A deep shade of crimson bloomed it's way to the surface of Blaine's cheeks, and he gulped, unable to drag his mind away from the fact that he was so close to Sebastian that he could feel his breath hitting his face. "I-I need to take this blazer off," was the only thing that Blaine could summon up, avoiding Seb's eyes and inhaling deeply, accidentally filling his lungs with the musky aroma of the other's cologne.
"No you don't." Sebastian's voice came out barely above a whisper, and Blaine's tongue darted out subconsciously, catching his breath on his bottom lip. Suddenly, Blaine realised that he'd not actually been protesting, and squirmed a little, only to have a body flush against his own, the stark contrast of the cool metal against his back, and the increasing heat of Sebastian's body making his throat dry. Seb curled his head downwards, levelling his lips with the shorter boy's ear, and whispered, "Come back," huskily, before pressing a slow kiss to his jaw, "Where you belong."
Blaine quivered slightly as Sebastian's breath tickled his skin, and the spot where his lips had pressed radiated with heat for some reason. He was completely still now, and without noticing, Blaine had hooked his hands over Seb's shoulders, holding him close. The dark chuckle was enough to point this out to him, and Blaine's face burned brighter, slowly dropping them so as to push at his torso instead.
One of Sebastian's hands moved from atop the car roof to curl under Blaine's jaw, and tilted his head back just enough. Within seconds, their lips had slid together, Blaine pushing himself onto his toes so that he could meet Seb halfway and push back. The kiss was needy, with Sebastian's hand curling around Blaine's neck, and Blaine's hand fisting at Seb's blazer, holding him in place, as if he might change his mind and leave him any second. It made an amused hum bubble up from within Sebastian's throat as his lips parted and his tongue gained entrance to the shorter boy's mouth.
Blaine wasn't sure how long the two of them stand there, edging closer and exchanging breath when his phone buzzed, snapping him out of his kissing haze. He let go of Seb, who reluctantly allowed him to pull away (after one more tug closer and a resulting clash of teeth), though refused to give him any more space than that, their bodies, still remaining almost fully flush against one another. "I guess I should go," Blaine mumbled, wishing that his cheeks would stop acting like some kind of heater. He quickly squirmed out of the Dalton blazer, a task he wished he didn't have to do, and with a gulp, held it out for Sebastian.
Looking rather smug from his achievement of kissing Blaine Anderson for the first time, Seb folded the item over his arm, and reached down to pick up Blaine's bag for him. Taking it gratefully, the brown eyed boy opened his car door, and looked at the other for a second, who just grinned back.
"Bye, Seb," he spoke quietly, carefully observing the other.
With a wink, Sebastian turned, and began back in the direction of the main building. "Later, Killer," he called behind him, purposely biting his lip as he glanced over his shoulder. "Let me know when the loneliness becomes too much," Seb said matter-of-factly, both of them knowing fully well that he was completely serious. "I hope your friends don't mind hickeys."
Furrowing his brow in confusion, and calling out "What did you say?" after the now unresponsive teenager, Blaine slide into his car, closing his door, putting his bag on the seat beside him, and pulling his seatbelt on. His eyes caught his own reflection in the mirror as he went to put the keys in the ignition, and Blaine tilted his head. Feeling like a beetroot as a permanent state of blush seemed to wash over him, Blaine started his car, and ghosted his fingertips over the mark Sebastian had left behind. Maybe there was another reason that he should go back to Dalton.
