It's been a while since I posted here! Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
"The Choice"
The Lima Bean was the same as always. On the surface it was the same everything. Blaine even heard the same sounds of metal spoons clanking inside glass mugs and blenders blending drinks. But as for the way it made Blaine feel? The café used to make him think of Kurt and their many dates together, and it still does, just not in a happy way anymore. It fills Blaine with hurt and regret, rather than love like it used to.
At least the familiar view outside gave him a little comfort when thoughts about Kurt flooded his mind. He saw the rickety parking lot and a multitude of cars passing by every few minutes and sighed in relief. The relief was quickly gone when someone stood in his way, blocking that sight.
"What's wrong, Killer? Kurt dump you?" Sebastian smirked. He was holding a large cup of coffee, and he wasn't in his Dalton Academy uniform for once.
Sebastian's words caused Blaine to glare and stand. He frantically pulled his jacket on and pushed through the busy Saturday crowd, ignoring Sebastian. He ignored him even though he just wanted to stare at him in his jeans and his black polo that fit him so well. But Blaine wasn't that superficial or that dumb to give Sebastian the time of day… he smartened himself up after his mistake with Kurt… or so he thought.
"Blaine, relax, I was kidding. You just look depressed."
Blaine ignored him and kept walking until Sebastian spoke again, asking a question he had been dying to hear from his parents, his brother, and even his best friend, Sam.
"Seriously, do you want to talk about it? You look one step away from…" Sebastian probably didn't want to say it. Was Sebastian being ironically polite or just plain ironic? Sebastian was right though because Blaine was one step away from screaming. Blaine felt a temper tantrum coming on, despite the kind question. The question didn't change the fact that he wanted to throw his coffee in Sebastian's face.
He stopped himself though. He couldn't be like Sebastian, who threw a rock salt slushie in his face. It wasn't an eye for an eye in his book, especially since he needed to talk his frustration out before he broke down.
"I am depressed, okay? Kurt left me. And now I feel like I'm floating without him to anchor me down! Why am I so freaking needy?" Blaine cried as his fingers curled tightly around his coffee cup. He was waiting for Sebastian to laugh, but no sounds came out of his mouth for a few seconds.
"Blaine. I seriously doubt you're needy," Sebastian said, "Just relax. Talk with me."
Blaine looked skeptically at Sebastian. But he looked freakishly sincere. His eyes didn't hold its usual jest, and right now, if this was joke or not, it wouldn't matter. Blaine needed someone to hear him, anyone, and if Sebastian was the only one willing to listen, then so be it. Blaine was too upset and annoyed at himself to ask why Sebastian was being so nice.
"I'm a horrible person. Horrible. It's like I just needed someone's, anyone's attention, which is completely pathetic; I'm pathetic. But after what I did, I felt like I was going to die. I'm disgusting, you shouldn't even want to be my friend," Blaine said, trying to hold his tears in.
"Blaine," Sebastian said softly, gripping Blaine's hand briefly before letting go, "I bet it's because Kurt wouldn't give attention to you. What a bitch… Blaine, you're not disgusting, you're a man. Men have needs. But really, I wished you called me instead of whoever you called…" Sebastian smiled as a glimmer of amusement reached Sebastian's eyes. Blaine glared as Sebastian spoke once more, "Kidding, I've moved onto new conquests. College boys, who knew they'd be so easy and so hot?"
Blaine felt Sebastian's eyes glance over him, up and then down and then back up to meet Blaine's eyes, but not before lingering on his ass for a few moments. Blaine looked like himself, nothing special. He wore a red and blue plaid shirt that peeked out of his blue winter jacket, and a pair of blue jeans that he guessed accentuated his ass due to Sebastian's staring… But he didn't wear a bowtie today because if Kurt couldn't appreciate bowties and if Sam thought they were stuffy then both of them had to be right.
"Sebastian," Blaine smiled briefly and then frowned again, "Your moral system seems off kilter, no offense. You thought it was okay to blind me with rock salt, and you encouraged me to cheat on Kurt with you when we first met."
"Blaine, I'm sorry about the rock salt slushie, really, and if you remember correctly you forgave me. I'm a changed man now, whether you want to believe it or not. I mean, I'm listening to you and not trying to get into those tight tight pants of yours," Sebastian looked a little too long at Blaine's crotch before looking back into Blaine's eyes and smiling.
Blaine smiled again unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes at Sebastian's antics, "Thanks for listening, Sebastian. I actually do appreciate it, but I should go." Blaine still hated himself as he walked off, leaving Sebastian watching his escape.
"Wait, before you go, just know that if you ever feel like beating yourself up, or Kurt isn't answering your calls, you can call me. I'll answer."
Blaine stood still, watching him, wanting to believe him. He just nodded, left the café, and walked to his green station wagon.
…
Nights were hard for Blaine. They were a time when there was no one to combat his senseless thoughts. Even though a lot of the time, the guys at McKinley High School ignored him, and Sam didn't completely understand his troubles or his love for Kurt. At least Sam tried to make sense of it, and told him what he wanted to hear, but Blaine never believed the nice things Sam would say about him. Blaine just wasn't good, and what he did wasn't okay.
The darkness of his room just made his problems more apparent and more real. The darkness reflected his own inner loneliness, and emphasized it to the point where his thoughts never stopped. They piled up, one on top of the another, 'I'm stupid, I'm wrong, I'm mean, I'm never gonna get him back, I'm too alone to survive, I'm worthless.' To make matters worse, the things that reminded him of Kurt were in a box beside his bed, ready to be disposed of, but the box hadn't moved yet. All of it—Kurt's scarf that smelled so much like him, pictures of them together, the dried bouquet from when he won the role of Tony in West Side Story, RENT tickets from their first not official date, the Lima Bean receipt from their actual first date—just haunted Blaine further.
It also didn't help that his parents weren't home again, which was normally fine if his brother was here. But Cooper booked a FOX sitcom and was shooting the pilot in LA. Coop wouldn't be home for another few days, and if it got picked up, he'd be gone for months at a time.
Blaine was ready to curl up and forget about life when his phone dinged.
To Blaine
From Sebastian
Killer, come out with me tonight. I'm going to a frat party. You want to forget about Kurt or what?
He did want that, but he didn't want to go out. He just felt like lying here wasting his life away. He knew this had to be some kind of ploy…he wasn't sure what kind yet, but he figured it either had to do with Sebastian wanting him or the Warblers wanting him.
To Blaine
From Sebastian
I'll be at your house at 11 to pick you up. Be ready.
Blaine rolled his eyes. He had to go now... and maybe Sebastian will help him forget. His savior, Blaine thought sarcastically.
To Sebastian
From Blaine
Fine. I'll be waiting for you outside my house.
To Blaine
From Sebastian
Can't wait to see that ass, Killer.
Blaine rolled his eyes as he got out of bed. At least he didn't feel like crying anymore. He figured this was Sebastian trying to make his move now that Blaine was a free bird, a vulnerable free bird.
…
Blaine didn't realize how long Sebastian's hair had gotten until it fell into his face when he laughed. His whole body shook when he laughed. That laugh of his was refreshing and so carefree. It was nothing like the way Blaine felt about anything lately.
Blaine had only asked if Sebastian was spying on New Directions by hanging out with him. He didn't mean to be funny. Sectionals were coming up soon, but to be honest, Blaine didn't even care about the competition anymore. He just had to ask out of sheer loyalty to his team.
"Either way, I wouldn't care. I can't even sing, Sebastian. Like barely. I'd crumble under the pressure, that's how depressed I am, and both of us know I'm normally not that kind of person."
"Blaine, you'd be fine performing. But really, I think it's cute you'd think I'd spy on you. Even if I was, that doesn't mean I don't want to hang out with you. I'm just glad you'd even consider it."
"It was either this or laying in my bed in desperation," Blaine huffed.
"Desperately hard?" Sebastian laughed again. His eyes closing briefly, and his car swerving slightly, "Fuck, Killer, stop making me laugh. I'm driving."
"No," Blaine laughed, too. Sebastian's mind seemed to always be in the gutter, but it didn't matter because Sebastian's laugh was contagious, even if at times it sounded stuck up.
"Well, you will be tonight. I'll be your wingman."
…
The party had loud music, and people all over the place—it was butt to butt packed. Guys were dancing with girls, and a few people stood off to the side, or sat on couches, nursing beers. Blaine even noticed a girl grinding down on a guy's lap in plain sight. Blaine nearly blushed. Kurt would scoff at this party, say it was trashy, but Blaine found it intriguing enough to stay.
"I don't fit in," Blaine complained as they walked in further. Most of the boys wore baggy blue jeans and t-shirts, and even Sebastian was wearing that. Blaine, on the other hand, wore yellow pants with a black oxford shirt. He sure didn't act like them either…at least not when sober. He was the only one with neatly gelled hair, too, even Sebastian's hair was a wild mess.
"You fit in fine! I'm gonna get us beer, you stay here," Sebastian said over the music, patting Blaine on the shoulder before walking away.
Blaine watched Sebastian talk with everyone, girls, boys and even dance with a tall black guy for a few minutes before dipping out to the kitchen.
Blaine crossed his arms, pretending to be invisible when a girl came up to him, and pulled him on the dance floor.
She was drunk beyond belief, but pretty with her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Even though Blaine had a bi phase once, he wasn't drunk enough for this. He hated to be rude, so he let her drag him. He even let her grind against his front side. He fiddled with his hands, not sure where to put them, as he looked around for Sebastian. She turned around to face Blaine and leaned into him.
"You're so hot," she slurred, "You wanna go upstairs?"
"Up-upstairs? That must be off limits. Actually, I'm-" he started to say when he was cut off by a sloppy wet kiss.
He pushed her away, but she kept moving against him.
"I-I got to go," Blaine mumbled, but the girl looked at him like she didn't know what he was saying.
Then someone came up behind him and started grinding against his backside, gently gripping his hips as he slowly guided him backwards, away from the drunk girl. This guy was bent slightly at the knees, he was tall, and he smelt good, like Calvin Klein cologne.
"Back off my boyfriend, broad," the guy said behind him, and the woman scrunched her nose before stumbling away.
"Sebastian!" Blaine exclaimed turning around as his eyes lit up, "Thank God it's you," Blaine looked up at Sebastian, who was six inches taller than him. Blaine didn't notice the height difference until now, and he didn't want to say this, but it made him feel safe, as odd as that sounds, to be near someone a lot bigger than he was. Blaine almost wrapped his arms around Sebastian in a hug, but stopped himself, and smiled at Sebastian in relief and happiness.
"No one else, babe. Got us beer," Sebastian handed Blaine one, but not before gently stroking Blaine's face that was filled with joy.
"God, I needed this," Blaine said, taking a long sip, "I was afraid you were some freakishly tall woman. Like it was some kind of double sided plan to seduce the gay guy."
Sebastian laughed, his eyes crinkling, his long hair falling into his face once again as he clapped his hand on Blaine's shoulder, "Sorry to disappoint, just a relatively tall man here."
"Thanks for saving me. You still want to dance? We seem to be the only two gay guys here…" Blaine said with a shrug, wondering how Sebastian found guys at these types of parties.
"We're not the only gay guys. Right there with the snakeskin boots, and oh there with the lip gloss, that was not from his girlfriend's kiss, and him with the baseball gap, he has gay face. Oh and that tall one you saw me dancing with, we fucked, so obviously he's gay."
"Sebastian," Blaine warned, but smiled when Sebastian pulled Blaine to him.
"I should hate you, you know?" Blaine said as he downed more of his beer.
"I know, but you're too kind, and that's why I like you so much. So blindly trusting and pretty, and nice and compact." Sebastian moved with Blaine, but didn't grind against him. He just held his hips as they moved side to side, perfectly gentlemen, and absolutely surprising.
…
Blaine wasn't surprised when he got to school on Monday that Sam dismissed everything he said with a confused tone.
"Blaine," Sam looked at him with concern, but confusion.
Blaine was back to the self-loathing that he forgot about when with Sebastian.
"I just hate myself for what I did. I hooked up with a guy I met on Facebook! Facebook, Sam?" The guilt still reveled inside Blaine, and his night with Sebastian had to be a farce because why else would he had that much fun with a deviant boy who pulled him out of his bed in the middle of the night? He should be hating himself, and that's exactly what he started doing again. His break up came rushing back to him as soon as he woke the next morning with a pounding headache.
"Let it go. You can't change what happened," Sam said, clapping a hand on Blaine's back before walking off, "See you in Glee and the Society of Superheroes' meeting. I'm the Blonde Chameleon! Jenny died on a Thursday…from Forest Gump," Sam grinned, "Oh come on, laugh!" Sam shrugged before walking off.
Blaine sighed. At least his superhero club gave him a chance to be someone else for a change… he was Nightbird, nocturnal avenger, not Blaine Devon Anderson, cheater.
…
"Order, order!" Blaine hit his gavel, feeling as if he was Wes, in control of everything. The control felt surprisingly good like he should always be wielding a gavel. All he needed now was a little control over his life, his feelings and himself…
"We have some superhero business to attend to…" Blaine started, looking over at the Blonde Chameleon, Sam, and Asian Persuasion, Tina, as someone came running into their meeting.
"Your Nationals Trophy is gone!"
"Superheroes, we must unite and get to the bottom of this!" Blaine said, standing, and whipping his cape as he ran ahead of his own personal justice league.
When he saw the laptop in the trophy's place, he knew it was Sebastian and the Warblers. Who else would do that to him, especially when he just spent time with Sebastian the other day. He shouldn't have believed that Sebastian might actually care.
He watched the tape with the blurred out face, thinking it had to be Sebastian, but he felt the denial ripping his heart out. It couldn't be Sebastian. Sebastian's hair got so long, and the person in the video's hair was short. He just must have gotten a haircut; Blaine would have if his hair was that uncontrollable.
…
Blaine walked down Dalton's steps when he saw him.
"Sebastian, there you are. Of course it was you."
"No it wasn't, I swear. I turned over a new leaf remember? No more bullying, blackmail or assault this year."
"That must be boring for you," Blaine said skeptically.
Sebastian just shrugged, "Yeah, being nice sucks… I'm supposed to take you to him, he's waiting in the library."
"Who?"
"The guy you're supposed to see, the captain of the Warblers…"
"I thought you were the captain of the Warblers…"
Sebastian smirked as Blaine walked in to see some blonde guy stroking a cat, which Blaine had to admit, was a bit ridiculous.
Blaine didn't want to listen to this guy who said his name was Hunter, but heard him regardless. The Warblers wanted him. He knew Sebastian being nice to him was no coincidence.
The rest of the Warblers started coming in, one by one. They were his old friends, Jeff, Nick, Trent, and Thad, who he hadn't seen since Michael week, when he got jealous and protective over the New Directions and Kurt, and lashed out on his old friends.
"We all know the real Blaine, Blaine. Ambitious, driven, you're a Dalton boy," Sebastian said. The way Sebastian said his name made him shiver, but doubt clouded Blaine's mind.
"Present the blazer," Hunter said as Sebastian held out the blazer with a smirk.
"That's not going to work on me," Blaine shook his head. He wanted to not believe that he was that easily persuaded.
"You know what goes great with your new blazer, an impromptu song," Sebastian said as he helped Blaine into the jacket and all the Warblers, starting to sing around him. Blaine buttoned the jacket. He was unable to stop the smile that came to his face, just like old times.
Blaine led the Warblers in a Kelly Clarkson number. He sung about his dark side, how wrong he was. He wondered if they would love him even though he wronged them and Kurt. The way they sang and danced with him said they would. They were able to pick up on his moves and dance with him in sync. Their smiles said that too, and Sebastian's eye contact spoke volumes. His eyes said 'I would love you even with your dark side because I have a dark side, too, and you know it.'
"What'd I tell you? Flawless," Sebastian complimented with a sincere smile on his face after the song ended, and all the Warblers gathered around Blaine. Blaine grinned and laughed as all the Warblers cheered. Home, Blaine thought, but it couldn't be…
"Don't you think you should come back where you belong, Blaine Warbler?" Hunter added.
Blaine looked at Hunter, then Sebastian, confliction written on his face, holding the jacket out and then taking it back when they refused to take it. Blaine looked at the blue and red jacket and nodded at Hunter and then nodded at Sebastian. He felt like he belonged there. They showered him with attention, but was that enough to transfer? If he didn't leave Dalton, he'd probably still be with Kurt because he wouldn't have needed any extra devotion.
…
"Blaine, I heard you're transferring to Dalton. Please tell me this is some sort of super secret undercover mission to spy on the Warblers so we can win sectionals."
"No, Sam. I fit in there. They made me feel wanted. Dalton is my birthright and my destiny. I belong there," Blaine said putting the last of his belongings into a box. It was a picture of him and Kurt.
"Is this about Kurt?"
"I cheated on him."
"So that wasn't cool, but you've got to stop beating yourself up about it. At least take some time and think about transferring. Come on, let me show why you belong here," Sam said, leading him into the auditorium, where they sang David Bowie's "Heroes."
Jamming out with his best friend felt nice, right, good, fun. He felt a weight lifted off his shoulders as he sang. He saw Sam's smiling face in the corner of his eyes, Sam was enjoying this as much as he was.
…
"Sam, Sam, grab it quick, Sebastian's coming!" Blaine said, peeking out from the library at Dalton, seeing Sebastian running towards him in his Dalton uniform. Sam grabbed the trophy.
Blaine whipped his cape and ran towards Sam, quickly throwing down his blazer and a sign that said "No Thanks" before running out to the balcony.
Sebastian entered just as Sam used the chord to descend down onto the ground.
Blaine put one leg over the edge of the balcony as Sebastian approached and pulled him back by his armor.
"Blaine, I caught you, my superhero."
"I am Nightbird, Sebastian, not Blaine. I don't go by my civilian name when in costume," Blaine looked back at Sam, who stood on the ground, looking up at Blaine and Sebastian and then at the open field ahead of them.
"Blonde Chameleon, run! Bring our trophy back to the New Directions. I'm captured, but I'll escape," Blaine said in a more courageous tone than usual, putting on his superhero front.
Sebastian smirked, "Hot, Blaine. Now cut it out, you belong here at Dalton. Let's go get your blazer."
"I'm Nightbird!" Blaine sighed in frustration, watching Sam run away with the trophy in hand.
"And I'm Superman, come on, Killer," Sebastian said. It must have been the only way he could comply with Blaine's no civilian names rule.
"You're not gonna tie me up are you? Because I can get out of it," Blaine said fiercely staying in character, "I used to be a boy scout!"
Sebastian raised his eyebrows at him, "Oh Blaine, I wasn't planning on bondage, but if that's what you want."
Sebastian took the blazer off the floor and handed it back to him.
"Seriously, Blaine. You went to McKinley for Kurt, and he's gone. Not only is he gone, but he's also ignoring you, he's done with you. Everything there is a reminder, regardless of if you have blonde friends with really sexy mouths."
Blaine's eyes widened, but he nodded at Sebastian.
"I know, but," Blaine sighed taking the blazer, "I'm gonna get Kurt back."
"You have to let him go, Blaine. You're hurting yourself. The only way to do that is to distance yourself from all things that remind him of you. Throw out everything that he gave you or ship them back to New York or LA or wherever he is."
Blaine looked down, wanting to cry, "I know."
"Yeah what you did was wrong, but Blaine, it's not worth hurting yourself over. I promise if you come back to Dalton and the Warblers, not only will we go to Nationals with you on our side, but you'd also have me to help you forget about Kurt, and we'd also appreciate you and give you a competition solo, something you never got at McKinley." Sebastian was right.
"But it's just that after I cheated, I knew that I made a mistake, that Kurt was the one for me, and I betrayed him. At first I thought it was the right thing to do, if he moved on, so would I. I was wrong, in more ways than one."
"Blaine, that's your guilt talking," Sebastian said, leading him to the couches and gently pushing him down to sit.
Sebastian sat beside him and looked him in his eyes. "There is no such thing as soul mates, Blaine. Yes, more than one person can be compatible with one another, but it's statistically impossible for one person to be meant to be with another person. It's romantic bullshit, okay? You need to move on."
Blaine felt anger rise up in him. Why was he sitting here with Sebastian when he could be with Sam who supported him, and didn't give him stupid ideas about soul mates that actually sounded accurate and logical…
"Dalton is the place to do that. Hold onto the blazer, okay, Killer? Return it if you really don't want to transfer. Just think about it. And your costume, super hot, Blaine." Sebastian winked, "You're giving me ideas for the bedroom," Sebastian laughed and got up. He patted Blaine's shoulder before leaving him with his thoughts.
Blaine rolled his eyes, wanting to laugh, but visions of Sebastian in tights and a cape, ripping his own costume off came to mind, and Blaine wasn't sure if that pang in his stomach was nausea or butterflies.
…
To Blaine
From Sebastian
Killer, I'm at Scandals. Please tell me why all the old ones are out tonight. 40+ is not my thing.
To Blaine
From Sebastian
Wait. Found a 40 year old worth it. Looks 30.
To Blaine
From Sebastian
No wasn't worth it. Found out I'm 17, and fuck, is no longer interested. He said he wanted to take me home to my mom and dad. WTF? Come by, there's no one here.
To Sebastian
From Blaine
Seb, I was sleeping. Good night.
To Blaine
From Sebastian
Can I come over?
To Sebastian
From Blaine
Fine, but my parents and brother can't know.
To Blaine
From Sebastian
I know how to avoid parents, do it all the time, sneak in quietly like a mouse…
To Blaine
From Sebastian
I want to suck you off tonight btw. You better not be loud in the sack, Blaine. Hot, but not good when family's around.
To Sebastian
From Blaine
Cut it out, Seb. Are you drunk? Do I need to come get you?
To Blaine
From Sebastian
Cab is taking me to you. Can't wait to see you.
…
The knock on the door was quiet and Blaine ran to open it. His parents couldn't be woken now. They'd freak. Sebastian was flushed from drinking, and smiling down at Blaine.
"Blaine, hello," Sebastian wrapped his arms around Blaine, who stiffened in his arms but slowly relaxed.
"Shh, my parents and Cooper."
"I just want to sleep with you," Sebastian whispered and then laughed as he kicked off his sneakers, and ruffled Blaine's curls, "I love your hair like this, so sexy," Sebastian said as he started his way up to Blaine's room and found it with ease, lying on his bed.
"Seb!" Blaine whispered, grabbing Sebastian's sneakers and tiptoeing up the stairs after him.
"Remember when we were friends? How we'd just talk about anything even though Kurt hated me because we both knew he was jealous. He was so possessive, he'd hang on you, but only when I was around, otherwise he was too scared to touch you in public. I'd touch you and kiss you all the time if we were together," Sebastian laughed, letting out a small burp as he shifted on Blaine's bed as if he was trying to get comfortable.
"You lost it," Blaine exclaimed, remembering clearly how close he and Sebastian used to be until they turned on each other. Blaine didn't want to remember how part of that was his fault. He criticized the Warblers' "I Want You Back" performance, claiming it wasn't classy when it was amazing… It was just that the eye sex Sebastian was giving him set him off. Kurt would have given him shit if he didn't stand up for him and the New Directions when Sebastian was so blatantly flirting with him.
"Ohhhh! And remember when we almost jacked each other off on the dance floor? It was that time we went to Scandals without Kurt! You were super drunk, and super hot. Our shirts were off because we were both really sweaty from dancing so much," Sebastian said as he sat up and starting stripping off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants.
"It's so hot in here, damn," Sebastian laid back on the bed and lifted his hips to pull his pants off, tossing them at Blaine, who watched with his mouth agape. Blaine didn't want to think of that, Sebastian's descriptions and his actions were sort of hot, but he pushed the thoughts away, ignoring it.
"I wouldn't call it getting each other off," Blaine sighed. That night they both were hard and grinding against each other. That was all. Blaine had been sexually frustrated because once Kurt had sex once he didn't really want to do it again. He'd tease more than anything, and call that fooling around. At the time Blaine figured it was better than nothing.
"Yeah, yeah, you'd call it dry humping without the getting each other off part, understandable." Sebastian pulled Blaine's blankets over him, "You're bed is super warm, get in."
Blaine sighed and made his way to Sebastian.
Sebastian looked at Blaine curiously, "Are you into that Sam kid? He has the most perfect blowjob lips. I bet you imagine those lips around your cock when you speak to him."
The question made Blaine pause before responding. What was Sebastian getting at?
Blaine blushed and stuttered, "N-no, not really."
"Okay, sometimes I imagine your lips around my cock. That was until you shunned me. I just wanted to have fun Blaine." Sebastian pulled Blaine by his white t-shirt and held him.
"Stop, Sebastian, you're drunk," Blaine pushed Sebastian, but Sebastian wouldn't let.
"No, please just be with the Warblers. If you don't, how would I ever get to know you? You'd want to hang out with Sam all day, and you'd want to think about singing duets with Kurt. But I can get your mind off him. I can," Sebastian muttered, kissing at Blaine's neck.
"Shit," Blaine mumbled, not wanting to like this, but he did. Sebastian's lips felt smooth and the care he paid to his neck was so sensual. He didn't want to forget about Kurt, but he definitely did with Sebastian's company.
Sebastian pulled away and looked at Blaine with bleary drunk eyes when Blaine suddenly froze in his arms.
"Just please sleep, please." Blaine whispered desperately. It was getting too heated and Sebastian was too drunk. Sebastian nodded, but didn't move from on top of Blaine. Sebastian moaned a little and fidgeted against Blaine's body for a few more seconds.
Blaine sighed in relief when Sebastian's movements stopped and soft snores were heard. Sebastian ended up with his head on Blaine's chest and one arm around Blaine's body. Blaine couldn't help but brush back Seb's messy hair.
…
"Little Bro, wake up! I'm gonna hang out with you all day!" Blaine heard faintly as he woke, but didn't yet open his eyes. Blaine groaned, he was waiting for Cooper to notice two bodies in the bed, instead of just one.
"Way to go, Blainey! Hot man in your bed! You're lucky I'm not Mom or Dad, they'd slaughter you," Cooper exclaimed, "Just don't let men get in your way of stardom. I've got some major tips for you. I am now Rufus Smith, dumb loveable neighbor to a hot saucy Latina! Perfect casting right?"
"Cooper, crap, shhh," Blaine opened his eyes, untangling himself from Sebastian's arms, and pulling the blankets over both their heads.
"New boyfriend already?"
"He's my friend," Blaine pulled the blankets back and glared at his brother as Sebastian started to stir.
Sebastian opened his eyes, "Where am I? Who are you?" Sebastian looked at Cooper and then at Blaine, "Blaine?" Sebastian said as a smile came to his lips.
"Yeah, Sebastian. You better go home," Blaine said, shoving at Sebastian to get out of his bed.
"No, no, no, Blaine. I'm taking you and your boyfriend out to breakfast."
"He was just drunk," Blaine blushed and then covered his mouth at his blurting.
"It's okay, boyfriend. Don't need to make excuses, or be so coy," Sebastian said as he leaned in to kiss Blaine's cheek, and then laughed, "I need some coffee and water to get rid of this darn headache."
"I'm not judging, I'll meet you downstairs in a half hour," Cooper said and left the room.
"Sebastian," Blaine sighed, reaching over for his black thick rimmed glasses and putting them on so he could see, "You're seriously unbelievable."
"What?" Sebastian smirked and reached over and stroked Blaine's face, gently touching his glasses, "Cute," and then ruffling his messy curls.
"I have to get ready," Blaine shoved Sebastian's hands away, "You can wear my clothes if you find anything that'll fit you," Blaine got up, grabbed some clothes and headed out the room.
"Really, Blaine? You're leaving me?" Sebastian sighed and got out of bed, rubbing his thin bare chest before digging through Blaine's drawers, smirking when he came across condoms and a pair of handcuffs, "Oh my sweet little Blaine," he muttered before pulling out a clean shirt and pulling it over his body, realizing how tight it was on him, and put on his own jeans.
Sebastian was holding the handcuffs out to Blaine when he came back in and smirked. Blaine was fresh faced, hair gelled, wearing jeans that were too short on him and a black polo and a red sweater, no longer wearing his glasses.
His face went from calm to panicked as he ran and grabbed the handcuffs back from Sebastian.
"Kinky, Blaine. Did Kurt handcuff you to the bed?" Sebastian smirked.
"No, and he wouldn't let me handcuff him either," Blaine muttered, grabbing the handcuffs and shoving them back in his drawer.
Sebastian just smiled and winked, "I'd let you handcuff me."
"Cut it out, Sebastian. Let's just go to breakfast and get this over with," Blaine pulled on his boat shoes and left his room with Sebastian following.
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Sam lived in the basement of Kurt's home since Sam's family was still living in Kentucky, which was pretty far from Ohio, and no one wanted Sam stripping anymore.
They were lying on Sam's bed, looking through his comic books.
"You're the only reason I'm considering not transferring back to Dalton," Blaine set down his X-Men comic, and looked over at Sam.
"That and New Directions right?"
"No…your friendship. It seems like McKinley just equals Kurt. I come here, and this is Kurt's house. Me and Kurt watched movies down here before it became your room."
"Sorry," Sam sat up.
"It's not your fault, it's me. I'm always such a downer. I'll stop. Sebastian has been telling me to stop talking about Kurt because it's bad for me…I mean after I told him everything three times."
"Sebastian? You're talking to him? He almost blinded you."
"He's different… He's just been really getting to me…in a good way, convincing me to go to Dalton, and," Blaine sat up to, "I just don't know… me and him bonded, even though he's inappropriate as always." Blaine wanted to tell Sam about Sebastian's sleepover and his promise of blowjobs and letting Blaine handcuff to his bed, but he didn't. That'd be too much information.
"It's up to you. But you can't just transfer because of Kurt, or any guy really. You did that once. You're life shouldn't revolve around one guy. Do what makes you happy… okay? Now can we discuss X-Men? You're the only one who gets this comic book stuff, definitely not Brittany."
"Yeah," Blaine smiled and nodded, falling back on Sam's bed, opening the comic book once more.
"And if you transfer to Dalton, don't think we won't be hanging out. You will unfortunately still have to come to Kurt and Finn's, I don't exactly have a car."
"I know, maybe I'll just drive you to my place," Blaine smiled. Unfortunately, Kurt would always be around because of his friendship with Sam, "So are we gonna get back to talking about Wolverine please? I can't talk about Kurt anymore."
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Sam came strolling into McKinley wearing shorts, boots, with no shirt. The theme for Glee club was 'naked,' which was supposed to be about not hiding behind facades like their superhero costumes. But it seemed like Sam took it one step further than most, because he was practically naked right in front of Blaine.
"Oh sweet merciful Lord," Blaine muttered towards the beauty that was walking towards him. Blaine knew Sam used to be a stripper, but didn't realize his abs were that defined. He shouldn't be attracted to his best friend, this was wrong, but so right, but definitely wrong.
Sam walked over to Blaine and smirked.
"Oh, hi Sam!" Blaine said over enthusiastically, smiling, but at the same time telling himself that Sam is straight and this would be wrong and stupid.
"Blaine," Sam winked and did one of his stripper moves that he called 'The Windy City' right up against Blaine and then laughed, "I was thinking us guys could do a shirtless calendar, so we can raise money to keep the glee club going." Those moves had unnerved Blaine so much when he first came to McKinley and didn't fit in, and now he was straining in his jeans over the very same moves. Sam's crotch brushed up against his thigh when he did 'The Windy City' once more.
"Wow, wow, Sam! I should…go."
"We still hanging out later?" Sam called out slowly, pushing his blonde hair away from his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," Blaine nodded quickly and scurried off. Shit, he now had two crushes, one gay, one straight, and an ex-lover who hated his guts, and wouldn't give him the time of day. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was going overboard and had to stop. It was time he started choosing things for himself, not for any guy.
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Blaine had a lot of messages on his phone this morning, but none of them were from Kurt. Sebastian and Sam were right. It was time for him to move on.
Blaine grabbed the box of all things Kurt and dumped it in his kitchen's garbage. He tilted his head and smiled. Relief flooded through him, but hurt still remained. While forgiveness would be nice, he couldn't ask for it anymore. He needed closure, so he'd call Kurt one more time to say goodbye.
Kurt didn't answer as usual.
"Kurt, I know you hate me, and you know how sorry I am, whether you believe it or not, I don't know, but I'm letting you go. Even though I did wrong, and I cheated, you're not blameless. You abandoned me and stopped listening to me, those were my two biggest fears, and you knew it. Goodbye, Kurt."
Blaine put his blazer on and left for school with a smile on his face. Once a Dalton boy, always a Dalton boy…
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