Author's Note: Another tumblr prompt: Sebklaine. Sebastian decides if he can't take one he'll take both.
He's clicking his tongue while he waits. The rest of the Warblers pace the room behind him, chatting amongst themselves in naïve obliviousness. He hasn't informed them they have guests joining them for this rehearsal. He hasn't informed them that, among those guests, Blaine Anderson will be in attendance. He checks his watch.
Quarter after three.
He supposes it's about time they start.
He calls their attention to begin. "Focus," he tells them, "I don't care who walks in, we don't stop until we're done."
They begin just as the heavy, wooden double doors are opening. Some are genuinely surprised by the appearance of this band of misfits, but every one of them does as Sebastian instructed: focus. Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Rachel are carrying Artie's wheelchair down the small set of steps as Sebastian takes his place in the center of the room. His smug, enthusiastic smile seems extra bright and mischievous when his eyes fall on Blaine and he twirls his way out of the Warbler circle and over to their audience.
He puts on quite a show, making especially sure to rattle Santana's and Rachel's nerves, but he's really only performing for Blaine. He has something to prove.
"Someone picked you from the bunch, one glance is all it took," he smirks and leans in towards Blaine who recoils and walks away. He isn't even fazed when Kurt strides quickly after him; in fact, it fuels his fire more. Sebastian's close behind, his gaze falling briefly onto Kurt's ass, before he falls back in line with the rest of the Warblers. Though Blaine's emotions are evident in his stiff expression, Sebastian is more interested in the way Kurt stares blankly ahead.
He wonders what Kurt is pondering in that pretty little head of his.
He dances his way over to Blaine again, catches Kurt's wide eyes in his peripheral vision, and an idea crosses his mind. If he can't have Blaine, he'll try for Kurt instead. Of course, it's Blaine that he really wants though. But the idea swells so rapidly and soon he's leaning in towards Kurt, batting his eyes with the same lustful expression he grants Blaine. Blaine seems taken aback by the sudden change of Sebastian's target. He knows the two of them are playing right into his hand with the subtle exchange of silent understanding that happens very briefly before his own eyes.
He understands Kurt's previous vacant stare now.
"Oh, darling I was blind to let you go,' he thrusts his hips rhythmically, glancing between the two of them and his crotch with a knowing smile. Blaine's expression is still stiff, but less so now. Kurt's taken to avoiding looking at Sebastian, almost guiltily. Sebastian uses this and closes the gap between himself and Blaine, leans in and whispers a single word in his ear, "Later?"
He backs away before Blaine can even think to answer, turning in slow rhythmic circles as he struts about the room. His enthusiasm as they finish their performance is three times what it was at the start. He immediately speaks when they've stopped, "Well, if you guys want to forfeit now? You can go ahead," he smirks and raises his hands in an extravagant gesture. "Or, Blaine, if you want to rejoin the group you abandoned…" he speaks for exhibition, pretends he expects Blaine to consider this offer.
Blaine plays along.
"I used to be… really proud of being a Warbler. Not because we were good, but because we were really classy," he crosses his arms over his chest, accentuates the last word and approaches Sebastian. The playful flickering in his eyes suggests something his tone does not, "None of that was classy. None of it," he shakes his head and walks away. As he passes though, he discreetly whispers back to Sebastian, "Later."
Kurt becomes aware of his surroundings once again and hurries after Blaine as they carry Artie's wheelchair up the stairs again. Sebastian is still smiling smugly when they are out of view. His grin broadens when, a few moments later, he receives a text from an unknown number.
It's Kurt. What time should we stop by?