It is 3am. In the morning everything will be different.
Two men are sprawled across the double bed, their legs entwined. One is wide awake and the other fast asleep. The smell of alcohol hangs in the air. Sebastian looks over at Blaine lying on his stomach next to him, naked with his tousled, dark brown curly hair. He watches as slow low rumbles of breath repeatedly escape the sleeping man's lips as his exhales causing them to flutter ever so slightly.
Sebastian's green eyes trace the outline of the ex-Warbler's body until he stops and focuses on the tanned hand that is sprawled across his own stomach. He can feel the shots of electric energy that the warmth of the palm is sending up through his body causing butterflies to fly frantically around in his stomach and his heart to thud against his rib cage. He leans his head back against the pillow and stares at the ceiling trying to push all the emotions that are exploding inside his heart out of his mind.
Sebastian Smythe doesn't do butterflies, but somehow Blaine Anderson is having this effect on him.
It had all started out as a bit of fun to try and help take Blaine's mind off Kurt, who had recently split up with him in pursuit of his career in New York, which had left the younger boy devastated. It had started as an innocent friendly drink which was followed by several more, then a dance and finally a hungry kiss which had ended with frantic tearing at one another's clothes as they fell into Sebastian's bed. They had both been drunk. They both were led by the alcohol; however Sebastian hadn't expected to feel the way he was. To his own surprise he found himself wanting the moment to never end, he wants Blaine to wake up and miraculously feel the same way, to be over Kurt.
Sebastian closes his eyes and shakes his head trying to shake away the alcohol thinking in some way that it has to be the cause of his irrational thoughts. He knows Blaine isn't over Kurt and he defiantly won't feel butterflies, especially not about Sebastian. To Blaine this is a one off thing. To Blaine this is a drunken mistake. To Blaine this is a rebound which won't happen again.
Two men are sprawled across the double bed, their legs entwined, like a picture of happiness and perfection. In the morning everything will be different.