a/n: and so begins the completely no ordered, random sequence of drabbles and oneshots based on the 'love is a losing game' 'verse. seblainchel. some will be smutty, and i have no idea when i'll update what. if there are any specific notes, i'll make them at the top.
Rachel was used to coming home and hearing all sorts of noises, but she never expected to come home to the sound of a power tool being used down the hall. "Blaine?" she called out, placing her bag on the floor. "Sebastian?"
"Shit," she heard Sebastian's voice say in lieu of a reply, the power tool being dropped to the floor as she came upon him, her eyes confused for a second before she realized exactly what it was he had been doing when she walked in. "Sebastian Andrew Smythe," she said, her mouth falling into a thin line as her arms fell across her chest, her eyes fierce in his direction.
"I don't know why you would possibly be mad," Sebastian tried to wave away, feigning nonchalance even if she could hear the slight fear in his voice, something she'd become accustomed to picking up on. "You never go in your room except to change anyways, and it's not like I haven't seen all that before."
"Sebastian!" she yelled, slamming her foot on the ground even as he moved the door completely off its hinges and leaned it against the wall.
"Please, you sleep with Blaine and me in his bed every single night, Rachel, and if you're home you're usually in the kitchen or the living room. Really, who is this hurting?" Sebastian tried to shrug, Rachel moving to hit him hard across the shoulder.
"I want my door back, and I want it now!"
"Yes, well, I want you to stop slamming it all the time when you're pissed, and now I can finally stop buying those massive packages of Excedrin for when you do," he retorted, the door opening as Blaine stepped inside the apartment, automatically drawn towards the two of them.
"Did you take her door down?" Blaine asked hesitantly, wrapping his arms around Rachel as she continued to glare in Sebastian's direction, not giving in to Blaine's simple touches.
"Of course not," Sebastian tried to excuse, but Rachel just stomped her foot down again, Sebastian merely smirking in response.
"Are you putting it back up?" Blaine asked, sounding a little nervous at the idea of what Rachel would do if he didn't, and Sebastian just shook his head, picking up the electric drill and walking past the two of them with a grin on his face, Rachel fuming as she tried to go after him. "I'll put your door back up tomorrow when he's at work," Blaine promised, his voice quiet near her ear so Sebastian wouldn't overhear them. "Give him one night so he shuts up about it for awhile."
"One night," she muttered, Blaine seemingly relieved with her agreement as he freed her once more, Rachel staring at the door in question in dismay, not knowing exactly how to symbolize how annoyed she was without having it up to slam in Sebastian's face.