Pairing - Seblaine

Summary - Future!Seblaine - Blaine is living in New York, he is getting his life back on track and suddenly bumps into the last person he expected to or wanted to?

Words - 1511

Rating - M - Eventually

Authors notes - This idea has been playing around in my mind for a while so this morning i decided i'd get up off my ass and write it! I hope you like it. This introduces the characters to us - kind of a prologue? I guess. Future chapters will be longer. Please comment, like, reblog, give advice or simply enjoy :) Happy Seblaine Sunday!

"In another life time, maybe? Hey, Killer?"

The words echoed in his mind as he thought back to the time that Sebastian had slurred them drunkenly into his ear before moving away to the other side of the dance floor, picking out his next victim.

He'd forgotten them in fact. It wasn't until he saw him again that they came flooding back to him.

It was a Sunday morning in November, the sun was shining and Blaine was passing by his usual pit stop to get a coffee before wandering into the park for his morning stroll. He smiled up at Hannah, as he walked in through the door, who he now knew by first name after coming here every day, bar Christmas, for the past year.

"Well, B. What's it going to be today? A latté? A mocha? A Earl Grey tea?" she asked mockingly as he approached the counter, with an amused tone to her voice.

"Morning to you too." Replied Blaine as he lent against the coffee bar, a grin pasted on his face, cheeks rosy from the cold wind that was blowing around the city outside.

The two of them had become good friends. Mainly because more often than not on his days off Blaine would come to the coffee shop and sit for hours, reading, people watching and writing while consuming several cups of coffee.

It hadn't been long before he and Hannah had started talking and formed a friendship based around a love of music and performance. They saw each other every day at the shop but very rarely elsewhere, but Blaine still considered her a good friend, one of the few he had made since he had been in The Big City.

"A medium drip. Please." Blaine requested and let out a chuckle as Hannah rolled her eyes back at him.

"It's already on. You're so predictable. There are other drinks as well, you know?" She huffed, but not enough to make him believe that she was really annoyed, "See that big sign up there" she said pointing to the plaque above both their heads. "It's not for decoration; it tells you what else you can order!"

Blaine shrugged and smiled back at her. They had this conversation every morning and it never changed.

"I like what-"

"-I like! Yeah I know!" Hannah interrupted and gave him a wink to reassure him that she was only joking.

She turned herself away and busied herself with orders while Blaine waited for his. Eventually when she presented his order to him, he noticed it was a large rather than a medium.

"On the house."

"Don't be silly." Blaine replied and took out the three dollars that he had in his wallet and placed them down on the counter.

"Put it away, Blaine. It's a Sunday." Hannah replied as an explanation.

When Blaine looked back at her with a confused expression, she simply shrugged a smile still on her lips. "I'm feeling Christian. It's my good deed for the day. So don't ruin it, otherwise God will be angry."

Blaine couldn't help but roll his eyes at this. During their many conversations he and Hannah had ventured onto the subject of religion and he knew for a fact, mainly due to the blasphemous comments that had escaped her lips that she was not religious. Not religious, at all.

He also knew that there was no point in arguing with her, so when she flat out refused to pick up the dollar notes in front of her, he did so himself and dropped them into the tip jar with her name scrawled on it.

"I don't want you getting into trouble." He smiled innocently, with his unique puppy dog eyes, when she looked slightly annoyed with his refusal to accept the gift. "Your boss will have guts for garters if you're not careful."

Hannah couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he said that. They both knew that she pretty much ran the joint and that her boss didn't have the foggiest when it came to the coffee shop.

"Fine." She huffed finally before turning to the next customer who had now appeared and was waiting patiently for their disagreement to disperse.

Blaine watched as the next customer ordered a large skinny caramel latté with whipped cream and laughed as he saw Hannah's eyes light up at the prospect of making something more exciting than the usual medium drips that she made hundreds of each day for the busy city big wigs who passed through morning, noon and night. She flicked Blaine a 'told you so' look before busying herself with the order.

Blaine turned away from the bar and was trying to decide if he should stay for half an hour, pull up a table and read the newspaper or if he should start his walk towards the park. As he did so he scanned his eyes around the shop taking in the other customers, which today was only 10 or 11 and looked over to his usual table in the window.

That's when he saw him.

Sebastian Smythe.

Sitting there, tall and proud, opposite another man who was roughly the same height but whose shoulders were broader. Their hands were linked casually in the centre of the table and their heads were bent in to seclude others from their conversation. Two coffee cups between them.

Blaine eyes were fixed on him and he noticed how he looked nearly exactly the same. His hair still styled with its quiff pushed up at the front, his body still toned. His shoulders were slightly broader than they used to be, but that wasn't surprising as the last time he had seen him was seven years previous. He looked good.

There was a strange feeling developing in his stomach and for the first time ever, he felt insecure in the coffee shop. He dashed his eyes to the door and then back to the table with the two men who were still deep in conversation.

He couldn't stop staring. He knew he should, that he should just pick up his coffee and make his way to the door as quickly as possible before he was noticed or before Hannah did something that would alert the whole coffee shop of his presence, which wouldn't be the first time, or the last. In fact it happened on a regular basis, which she seemed to find hilarious.

He watched, for a minute, as the two of them seemed to be deep in conversation, as the man that he knew tilted his head and gently stroked the others hand with his thumb in a reassuring manner, a look of amusement on his face. The other man however not looking quite as amused and whose finger stayed frozen locked in place, barely responded to the touch.

And that's when Hannah happened.

"Jeez, Blaine. Come on. People to meet, coffee to serve! Either get a table or get out the way!" It was said it a light hearted tone and he was used to it, but on this occasion it was the level at which it was said.

Almost immediately 11 pairs of eyes were on him. Mostly regulars, who were familiar with the banter and who seemed to enjoy Hannah's outbursts of embarrassment and two pairs of eyes who were new to it all.

Blaine flicked his head round and gave her a shooting, meaningful look which caused her to let out a laugh, because she knew how easily embarrassed he got, before waving her hand at him as it to shoo him away from the bar and turning back to the most recent customer.

He probably should have just walked straight for the door, coffee in hand, ignoring everything around him but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach and for some reason, unbeknown to him, he couldn't make his feet move. He cursed himself, wishing that he could disapperate.

With a slightly annoyed look on his face he raised his eyes and looked back over to the table that he had been watching, where the two men were sat.

His hazel eyes locked with green and almost immediately he regretted it. He watched as Sebastian scanned him up and down, as he let go of the hand he was currently cradling and turned ever so slightly in his seat so that he was now facing Blaine, a glint in his eye and smile slowly appeared on his lips.

The next thing he knew Sebastian was pushing himself up from his seat, leaving his partner looking confused and angry at his actions, and made his way towards the counter where Blaine still stood, frozen on the spot.

Once they were standing facing each other, both men scanned one another again, up and down, in silence, taking in the familiarity of it all but also the differences from seven years earlier.

"Well, well, well. Blaine Anderson." drawled Sebastian, his eyes flickering with excitement and apprehension. "Isn't this a coincidence?"