"Seb?!" Blaine called out, running his hand through his gelled up hair nervously, effectively ruining his perfect do. Only Sebastian Smythe could make him nervous enough to get his hand covered in suspicious liquid. In more than one circumstance.
He searched around the apartment, from the oak door, to the bowtie section of the closet, but couldn't find his husband. The man was no where to be found.
"Rachel will kill me if we're late," He grumbled under his breath as he walked out to the balcony. His idea being to look over the edge to see if Sebastian had left in his car while Blaine was showering, however he was suddenly grabbed from behind. He almost smashed his elbow into the intruder, thinking of ways to fight before he realized, of course in his paranoia, that is was no other than his obnoxious husband.
"Dammit Sebastian." The younger boy huffed; his voice however was as soft as his hair. A chuckle ran through his ears as he felt himself be pulled closer against a warm, bare chest and lips on his ear.
"Happy Anniversary." Eyebrows that resembled volcanoes furrowed together in confusion.
"Anniversary?"
Another laugh, warmer, as Blaine felt a shift behind him.
"The anniversary of the day you first became a pain in my ass." There wasn't any asperity in his voice as Sebastian reached around and held a Lima Bean coffee cup in front of his lover. "And the first day I started loving you." Seb whispered, letting them settle in a rare moment of softness, because Sebastian was in fact a raging meercat asshole, however, the fact that he was insanely, irrevocably in love with a bowtie wielding hobbit, was also true. A bubbly laugh fell from Blaine's lips as he fell back against his husband, a smile spreading across his lips as he took the coffee, running his thumb across the emblem.
"I love you too, babe." The shorter man said softly, reaching back and playing his fingers in loose curls, and feeling fingers splay across his stomach. In that moment not caring that a tiny brunette would yell about him being late to her Berry-Fabray reception, or that his husband wasn't at all dressed because Blaine didn't have to care about anything other than the man he loved, loved him too, and maybe, just maybe, that meant nothing could hurt them. And as Blaine turned, and looked up into familiar eyes, and a crooked, almost condensing smirk, he felt whole. And that's all he ever wanted.