Author: JuuSan615
Title: Glad You Called
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sebastian/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was a nice Sunday morning for Blaine Anderson. At least until a certain Warbler decides to have some fun with him via phone.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own any of the characters, and I don't even own a "sorry" for you if you get freaked out by this story because I'm warning you now that this is yaoi/gay fanfiction about supermegafoxyawesomehot male beings and sex. Therefore, you may as well leave now if you're not ok with it.
If you are though, good reading buddy! ;)

GLAD YOU CALLED
Chapter one

I finally slept my well deserved 9 hours tonight… even if Kurt says 10 are essential for skin health.

Mom and Dad should be home any time soon with ice-scream.

Everything is just fine today.

Blaine scribbled over the blue lines of his diary page. He had meant to stop keeping it, but his boyfriend had found his secret tradition… enchanting.
He took a look around him, relaxing on the chair back. He had had time to make his double bed, like every Sunday morning, and he had done it more willingly than usual knowing the night prior he had fallen asleep earlier than ever… since he had moved to McKinley.

As far as he loved his Warbler boys, that was a choice he couldn't regret. Kurt was a choice he couldn't regret, to be fair. He put his diary on his lap, looking for the page of the day he and Kurt became official.

Quietly, a little smile spread on his face. He lifted his head to look out the window in front on his desk, letting the morning light warm him.

A sudden buzzing sound startled him, and pissed at his vibrating cell phone, he quickly checked the caller ID.

SEBASTIAN

He sighed and accepted the call, positioning the evil object on his shoulder while erasing the last sentence he had written on his diary.

"Hey Killer, had a nice sleep?" Sebastian always sounded energetic… even on Sunday mornings. Every Sunday morning.

"Hi Sebastian… What if you just woke me up?"

"A nice awakening it is!"

Blaine chuckled. "You wish. I've been awake since a few hours. When I was a student at Dalton I never slept in. Old habits, you know"

"Once a Warbler, always a Warbler"

"So it seems." His good mood lightly spoiled by nostalgia. " So, what did you call me for?"

A short pause made Sebastian's reply almost solemn. "I feel offended. Can't I just want a nice chat with my new friend from McKinley High Pigpen?"

"Charming, Sebastian. I thought you had practice with the glee club this morning?"

"Postponed it"

"Ok, so… what's the great subject of today's conversation?"

"Let's talk about… you"

Oh no. "Er… about me. Me. You know that I have-"

"Or me. Or you and me."

"A BOYFRIEND"

"And you know what I think about it. You're too good for him, but it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you!"

"Sebastian…"

"Say that again"

It hadn't missed Blaine's good ear that the Warbler's voice was a tad bit too… fatigued. He frowned, hoping to be wrong.

"…Sebastian?"

"No questioning edge, please."

"No I mean, Sebastian, what are you doing?"

The other inspired briefly "I'm … intensifying our conversation"

Blaine let the phrase echo in his head a few times, pretending to ignore the clanging sound of a possibly unbuckling belt.

"Oh no you aren't" he replied with a disappointed tone, slowly removing his cell phone from his ear.

"Wait" he heard when his thumb was about to press the red key.

"What "

"You have my permission now"

"Uh… what for" the raven haired boy asked, perplexed, shaking his head as if the blond boy could see him.

"To end the call. Come on, Blaine. Do it. If you really feel no attraction for me whatsoever."

Blaine hated himself for hesitating. For admitting the other was right. For liking a little bit too much the victorious chuckle that reverberated in his ear when no refuse was heard.

"I… I can't do this to Kurt"

"He doesn't need to know."

"But I'll feel guilty for-"

"You'll feel good. Blaine."

He had heard the name forming on the other's lips, and he stopped himself from picturing them near his ear. The way he had pronounced that single word made the promise too appealing.
He remembered a line Jurt had sang for Christmas:

At least I'm gonna say that I tried.

"Sebastian…"

"Again"

He didn't know what had got to him. He blew out all the air from his lungs.

Then he put the phone in front of his mouth.

"Sebastian"

His tone had been so low he had barely recognized himself. He decided not to let the little whine on the other end affect him.

"Would you kiss me?"

"What?! I told you-"

"Would. Not will. Know the difference."

He started playing nervously with the pen he was using not long before, pretending that his attention was not on Sebastian-freakin-Smythe.
Oh, Blaine had never been good at pretending.

"Well, if we were on a parallel dimension… with dinosaurs and carnivore unicorns… I guess I would."

"How"

He was reluctant to talk. He was afraid of being desperate for the wrong reason. This isn't right.

"Would you use your tongue?"

He closed his eyes, as if not seeing equaled not meaning what you say.

"Y-yes"

Another pause, again.

"W-what are you doing now?" the black haired boy dared asking, not really sure he wanted to know the answer this time. He got worried when for once the silence came from the ever-smirking Warbler. "Are you touching yourself?"
He couldn't quite explain why his voice sounded so calm.

"Yes… and no. I'm just cupping myself, killer. I'm waiting for this conversation to get serious before I take off my pants"

Ok.

He threw his pen on the open diary, threw the diary on the desk, and almost flew towards his bed. He didn't lay down though , he had the feeling it would have made his mind vulnerable. He went to sit near the bed head instead, hoping it would have helped him to return rational. He eventually let his head rest on the wall behind him, his eyes closed.

The ex-Warbler knew he could blame his missing resolve on the lack of sugar, but he was also confident that even his friends Mint and Chocolate wouldn't have justified what he was about to say.

"Take them off. Slowly. I want to hear the fabric slide along your skinny legs. I want you to imagine those hands were mine." This time, Blaine was thankful for the silent pause, for it let him verify the presence of a satisfied smile spreading across the other boy's face. He couldn't be certain he wasn't reflecting the same expression though. "Leave them around your calves. And don't take off your shirt."

He was… disturbingly pleased by the accuracy of his orders. He wondered if he would have been so excited to play with Kurt.

"As dominant and sexy as you sound, you're not talking enough, Anderson."

"I'm sorry Sebastian" he scornfully started "Generally I'm not very talkative when having sex"

"Blaine, you sound so frustrated right now I bet you generally don't have sex. Period."

"But I'm doing fine, judging by your problematic respiration."

"You're no joke. And I can help you with that anytime. Don't worry I'll be gentle. When taking off your bashful schoolboy fashioned clothes."

"I beg to diff- Shoot, wait."

"What now"

"My parents just got home."

He heard the other laugh briefly "Well well, too bad, you're game now, too late to retire."

Blaine was almost ashamed to realize that that option hadn't even remotely crossed his mind. Almost.

XOXOXOX

So, how was it so far?

This was supposed to be a oneshot, but lastly I decided to divide it in two parts. The idea came to me when in the 17th episode of the third season Blaine tells Kurt that even if he used to message with Sebastian, their conversations had always been just friendly. Like… please, are you for real? I just can't imagine Sebastian chatting casually with Blaine, he doesn't do it in front of the New Directions, of course he doesn't when he's "alone" with Blaine.
So I started thinking about all the possible scenarios and… this is what I came up with.
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