This is for the Sebklaine Bang over on tumblr...you can read the prompt there if you want...it's #3 under Sebklaine :)
Also the rating won't be M until the final chapter, but I figured I'd just set it as that for now.
Title is from the Florence and the Machine song :)
Sebastian—
Did you get your new Prefect's badge from Hogwarts? I love it—much shinier and fancier than last year's. I can meet you at two in the afternoon on Wednesday in Diagon Alley, if that works for you. Can't meet before that—Dad's got business partners over all week. Write back!
—Blaine
Babe—
Are any of them hot? You could have a great time with an older man...so experienced. Wednesday is fine with me. Let's go to Flourish and Blotts first, get the boring stuff out of the way. And yes, the new badges are lovely—hopefully the shininess will attract some hotties. See you soon.
—Bas
Sebastian—
Always so crass. No, none of them are...hot. Attractive, in an old-fashioned kind of way, but I will not be sleeping with any of my father's business partners, you perv. See you Wednesday...stay out of trouble.
—Blaine
Babe—
What can I say? Older men have always intrigued me. Just once I'd love to see what they could do...but I'll stop, I can feel the heat from your blushing from here. Wednesday it is, love.
—Bas
Blaine waits outside of Flourish and Blotts, sitting on a bench and entertaining himself by charming his shoelaces into different colors and styles. Sebastian is only 20 minutes late so far, which is to say if he shows up in the next ten, he'll be early by his standards. Blaine's used to it—although he isn't sure why he just doesn't show up later too, if he knows he'll always still beat Sebastian. He supposes it's his sense of punctuality and routine. He's just too used to it.
At 2:45, he sees Sebastian rounding the corner and coming towards him. He stands up, practically bouncing as Sebastian reaches him, and throws his arms over the taller boy's shoulders, nearly causing himself to be lifted completely, only his toes remaining grounded. Sebastian chuckles and obliges, squeezing Blaine back just as hard before setting him back down flat on his feet.
"Why're your shoelaces rainbow and polka dotted?" Sebastian asks with a raised eyebrow. Blaine shrugs.
"I was bored," he replies. He can't stop smiling now that he and Sebastian are back together.
"Such a strange little guy you are," Sebastian teases, managing to duck when Blaine tries to swipe at his head.
"Shut up, I am not that little." Blaine huffs and turns away from Sebastian, only half serious, although the jokes about his height still take some getting used to. Every summer he expects to grow more, and every start of the year he has to go back to school maybe an inch taller and get ridiculed by all his friends. It's certainly not the worst thing they could make fun of him for—at least none of them are homophobic—but he does get sick of it pretty quickly.
"Aww, c'mon babe, you know I'm only joking. I think our height difference is hot." Sebastian laughs, dropping an arm around Blaine's shoulder and steering them into the bookstore.
"You can't make me blush like that anymore, Sebastian, so don't even try," Blaine counters, smiling a bit at the weight around his shoulders. He had crushed on Sebastian when they'd first become friends in second year, and he's always liked that Sebastian is taller than him: it makes him feel safe and protected, even though Sebastian knows better than anyone that Blaine can very well hold his own when threatened. But still, it's nice to feel like this every once in a while. Blaine had gotten over his crush as fast as he could when it became clear that Sebastian's flirting wasn't directed solely at him, and was just how he interacted with everyone. It had stung a bit, but he was thirteen—hardly madly in love with the boy—and got over it pretty easily.
It also helped that their friendship grew based on total honesty, and when Sebastian had admitted to him, in the dark of his room when Blaine came to visit the summer after second year, that he'd dreamt of Blaine and had come in his sleep because of it, Blaine felt compelled to tell him about his crush. They'd laughed awkwardly about it, and for a few strained seconds it seemed as though they were going to kiss, or perhaps go for more, but the moment passed and neither of them brought it up again until two years later, sitting in the room of requirement, which they'd discovered at the beginning of their fourth year. They laughed and teased each other about their initial attraction to one another and each assured the other that while they both realized their friend's attractiveness, there were no longer any feelings, sexual or romantic.
So now, standing in Flourish and Blotts, Blaine doesn't even worry that Sebastian will carry on with his teasing. He usually just makes some flirty comment in passing, Blaine dismisses it, and the conversation moves on.
They gather everything they need there, checking over their lists twice at Blaine's insistence, before Sebastian pulls him back outside and insists they have lunch before finishing their supplies shopping.
They sit down at a teashop, ordering some sandwiches, and begin discussing the upcoming year.
"Did you hear about McGregor?" Blaine whispers, looking around to ensure no one can hear him.
"No, what happened?" Sebastian inquires eagerly. Hogwarts is ripe with gossip and drama, but most of it is petty and has nothing to do with them. McGregor, however, is a fellow prefect, from Ravenclaw House, and Blaine can tell how interested Sebastian is to know what he has to say.
"Apparently, he put his stepdad under the Imperius curse over the summer and made him do all this horrible stuff, just to make his mum want to leave him," Blaine confides. "So he's not allowed back this year, which means there'll be a new prefect in his place."
"New meat," Sebastian replies, smirking at the potential. Only well rounded and very qualified wizards became prefects, and to be picked in sixth year...Blaine can tell how excited Sebastian is that this new prefect might be someone he can bed. Blaine is significantly less interested in these things. He believes that when the right person for him comes along, he'll know, and they'll fall in love and live happily ever after. Of course, he isn't quite so naive about it, but the hopeless romantic in him couldn't help but still believe in true love and happy endings.
He had foolishly thought for those silly few weeks that Sebastian was that boy, but that was obviously a dream quickly and thoroughly squashed.
"Well, whoever it is, we'll meet him on the train," Blaine answers. "C'mon, you pay, I'll head over to Amanuensis' and pick us up a few new quills."
Sebastian spends the last few nights of summer vacation at Blaine's, his parents having said goodbye to him before embarking on their cruise—Sebastian's mother is a muggle, and insists on taking a magic free vacation with Mr. Smythe at least once a year. Sebastian figures it's good for them—they always come back with cool things for him anyway.
The day they're set to leave for Hogwarts, Blaine's mom drives them to the train station and Sebastian watches them say goodbye. Mrs. Anderson doesn't cry for the first time ever, though Sebastian has a sneaking suspicion that she's just going to wait until she's in the car and Blaine can't see her. Either way, Sebastian's glad to be rid of it...it's always so difficult to comfort Blaine after saying goodbye to his mother. He just doesn't have the same emotional connection with his parents.
He and Blaine board the train and seek out an empty compartment, although Quinn and Puck invite them into theirs before they find one. Puck moves his feet off the seat across from him so they can both fit, and Quinn gives them both sweet hugs in welcome.
"The Prefects' meeting is in about an hour, so we've got some time to kill," she informs them. "But I've got the first shift for hall patrol in about five minutes." She rolls her eyes, but Sebastian knows she loves it. She's going to make a very good teacher one day, he's damn sure of it.
"Hey, do you know who the new Ravenclaw prefect is?" Blaine asks her.
"Yes, but I'm not supposed to tell," she replies, a taunting smile playing on her lips. "Well, I might as well go out there now, no point staying here while you both try to badger it out of me." With that, she slips out the door before either of them have the chance to, as she put it, badger her about the new prefect.
"I guess we'll find out in an hour." Blaine shrugs and leans back, looking over at Sebastian. "Chess?"
They pass the time playing chess, Blaine giggling when Puck starts snoring, having fallen asleep almost right after Quinn left. Sebastian flicks his wand and turns Puck's mohawk orange, much to Blaine's amusement.
When the time comes for them to leave for the meeting, Sebastian opens the compartment door and gestures with a flourish for Blaine to exit first. Blaine leads them to the front of the train, and they enter the compartment the meeting is held in and situate themselves across from Sam and Tina, both donning new Hufflepuff robes. Santana comes in a minute later, slapping Sebastian lightly across the face in greeting and sitting next to him, followed shortly by Rachel who squeals and throws herself at Blaine (much to everyone's chagrin...Rachel is loud). The last to entire is Quinn, and the new prefect trailing behind her.
Sebastian literally has to stop himself from gasping. Whoever this boy is is so beautiful he wants to ravish him right there. His blue eyes shine as they nervously, yet calculatingly, sweep the room; his mouth is turn up ever so slightly in a sort of knowing grin; his hair swoops up perfectly; his jaw is so defined and sharp it would probably cut Sebastian's tongue should he try to lick it, not that that's going to stop him.
He turns to Blaine to see more or less the same exact thoughts cross his face, though Blaine's eyes more resemble hearts than the heat that must be exuding from Sebastian's own. He chuckles lightly to himself—Blaine always has been such a romantic. He only hopes this boy will fall more easily for his wit than Blaine's charm.
The head boy and girl enter. Sebastian recognizes them, since they were prefects last year, as Mercedes Jones, from Gryffindor, and Mike Chang from Hufflepuff. He nods to himself...they're very appropriate choices for the job, given how well they handled their prefect positions.
He keeps some of his attention on them, listening to the spiel about responsibilities and who they can dock points from and blah blah blah. But most of his focus is on the mysterious boy sitting next to Quinn, listening attentively yet not as outwardly eager as the fifth years. Rather, he seems to be genuinely interested and concerned about what exactly he is supposed to do and where his responsibilities as prefect lie. Sebastian loves dedication in a lover.
He glances over at Blaine again, only to find the shorter boy blushing and smiling down at his lap. When he looks back up, he sees the mystery boy eyeing Blaine shyly, a boyish smile spreading across his face. His eyes flicker over to Sebastian for a second, who smirks and winks at him, causing mystery boy to roll his eyes, though Sebastian catches a hint of excitement in them. This boy really doesn't know what he's in for.
When the meeting finally ends, Sebastian makes sure not to miss his chance, and gets to the door before the majority, holding it open for everyone. When the blue-eyed beauty steps through, Sebastian sends him his most charming smile, and while he can tell the boy is a bit bemused, he does blush, and Sebastian counts it as a win.
"Hey there, killer. I'm Sebastian. It's a pleasure to meet you." Sebastian knows he has to be quick, given there's still a group of people trying to leave the compartment, but the doorway is big enough that they can step around the two of them to get out.
"Kurt," the boy says shortly, though his blush hasn't faded in the least. He hurries to catch up with Quinn, the two walking away with their arms linked.
Kurt. What a sexy name.
He lets the door responsibility fall to someone else once Blaine is by his side. Blaine seems a bit miffed that Sebastian got the chance for a real encounter with Kurt, but as Sebastian sees it, you snooze, you lose.
They slide back into their compartment only to find Puck still dead to the world and Quinn nowhere to be found. Sebastian assumes she and Kurt found elsewhere to sit; perhaps he'd come on a bit strong, but that's what he's known for.
"So. That was something, huh?" Sebastian teases, poking Blaine in the side.
"I'll say. He's beautiful," Blaine breathes out, eyes a bit distant and cheeks still dusted pink.
"Come off it, he's mine. I'll bet under that innocent, virgin twink mask he puts on the boy is a tiger in the bed," Sebastian muses, his smile faltering only slightly at Blaine's indignant glare.
"He is not the kind of boy you just add to your notch belt, Sebastian! He's...he's something special. Besides, you were so pushy, and he was watching mefor most of the meeting." Blaine looks smug, and Sebastian has the urge to slap the look off his face. "Boys like Kurt need to be wooed, they like romance, not dirty talk and comments about their ass."
"Hey, dirty talk can be romantic, in the right setting!" Sebastian argues. "And—hang on, how'd you know his name?"
"You didn't recognize him? Christ, you really do only see the hot ones, don't you? That's Kurt Hummel...he was obviously a late bloomer, probably grew up a hell of a lot this summer...always had a serious case of baby fat before now."
Sebastian wracks his memory for a Kurt Hummel and vaguely remembers a slightly chubby faced boy in his Herbology class in their fourth year, complaining about the dirt under his nails but getting top marks and earning his house tons of points. Could they really be the same person?
Sebastian has to take a moment to wrap his mind around it, but ultimately realizes it makes a lot of sense—he personally looked like a 12 year old until his growth spurt the summer after third year. Puberty must've really done a number on Kurt, because Sebastian definitely never remembers seeing him look that beautiful until now.
Well, no matter. He's hot, and Sebastian always gets what he wants in the end, so this shouldn't prove to be too difficult.
But when he looks over at Blaine, and the misty-eyed, puppy love expression on his face, he realizes that this one might be a little trickier than he'd like, considering his competition is the one person he'd never want to hurt.
"Ah, I remember him now. Alright, well, we're both clearly interested, but it's not like this hasn't happened before. Remember Gregor, the French boy last year who came from Beauxbatons? The one you cleverly charmed right out of my arms and into yours, I might add," Sebastian scoffs, still a little pissed but also trying to lighten the mood. He'd accepted the defeat when Gregor clearly preferred Blaine's sweet kisses and lingering touches to Sebastian's forward and passionate tactics. "May the best man win?"
Blaine regards him for a moment, a small smile playing at his lips, and reaches out a hand to shake.
"May the best man win."