Welcome to Angel You Sing, my new Seblaine/Klaine fic. Without giving away too much, I will tell you that both pairings will be heavily noted in this particular story. It's all completely AU. Kurt never went to Dalton. Sebastian never moved to Ohio. Blaine and Sebastian are best friends who met in college. You'll learn everything else from there.
I really hope this is as much loved as my other two multi-chaptered Seblaine fics. I don't write many seriously AU pieces, so this is a big deal for me. I hope you guys enjoy it and please review so I can see what you like and what you don't. :)
The plastic seat behind the desk in the classroom was cold as Sebastian sat down, his bag dropping beside him with a soft thump. He took off his sunglasses, dropping them onto the tabletop in front of him and slouching down ever so slightly.
Aloof. Distant. Uncaring.
He portrayed so many things that had the students who were already in the classroom looking at him like he was some sort of caged animal. That, added to the fact that he was wearing one of the nicest suits any of them had probably ever seen, was leaving quite the first impression on his classmates.
"I assume you're Mr. Smythe?" the teacher said from the front where she had just been interrupted by his entrance.
His eyes flickered to her from where he was staring at the wall and he gave her his classic, casual smirk. It was a trademark of his, known to charm and woo anyone who caught sight of it. "I am," he agreed easily. "Very sorry for the interruption. I'll just sit here and let you teach now." he said, easily ignoring the wide-eyed stares and stifled giggles around him.
Opening and closing her mouth a few times, the teacher finally shook her head and went back to discussing the class syllabus. Sebastian took that as his chance to continue his scan of the room.
He wasn't particularly interested in any artist types. The dreadlocks and the smells they would sometimes carry weren't exactly his go-to type. Plus, singers tended to have an ego to rival his own and he just wasn't interested. That was why he was a law student, after all.
No, this class was definitely out of his normal range. So far out, in fact, that it wasn't even at his school. It had been a favor to his father that the school even let him take it. After he won them a pretty hefty case, however, there was no way Tisch could say no when the Smythe family's son wanted to enroll in a few classes.
Call it blackmail if you wish; the Smythe family simply called it gratitude.
Whatever the case, he was here. If he was being honest, he'd rather be here all day. His law classes were boring and the guys at school were stuffy and full of endlessly tedious topics that ranged from their tests to what laws should and should not be passed. He was also firmly convinced his teachers had a bet going to see who could put him to sleep first.
However, law was the plan. Become a lawyer, make good money, follow in Dad's footsteps; that was his choices. It was his life. He didn't get another plan.
When the chance to take a few music based classes arose, he had undoubtedly said yes. That was what he had always wanted; singing and dancing. He was a master at both, not that he would dream of tooting his own horn.
Except that's exactly what he would do. By the end of the day, if everyone in this class didn't know he was the best, it'd be a miracle. At least, that had been the original plan. Blow everyone away, sleep his way through the good looking portion of the roster, and check out his dance class tomorrow.
Until Blaine Anderson started singing.
They were all required to bring a piece to class, to give the teacher a good idea of what she would be working with this year. Not such a big deal, considering everyone in here looked like a candidate for YouTube stardom and probably posted a video a day of some insipid Adele or The Fray cover.
When Blaine stepped up to the front, sheet music in hand in his jeans and cardigan, with his hair slightly gelled, Sebastian's first assumption was that he was definitely a shy, pretty boy.
Watching him sit at the piano, taking a few shaky breaths before he began planning, he was struck by just how wrong he was. Blaine's entire face changed when he sang. He came alive. All the nerves and fear that had been so obvious a moment ago were washed away by the passion he had for what he was doing.
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house, where we both could live
The raw emotion and fire that Blaine exuded with each stroke of the keys and note change was stunning and had the entire room completely silenced in awe.
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words, how wonderful life is
Now that you're in the world
From that day on, Sebastian would swear he was never the same.
He spent the rest of the class in a silent stupor, glad he had already done his number so he wouldn't have to put on a performance face. Mostly he just stared at Blaine, who was completely oblivious. In fact, Sebastian and over half the girls in the class seemed to have the right idea and before the class ended, their teacher had all but given up on keeping their attention.
When they were dismissed, Sebastian took his chance. He already had his bag ready and before Blaine could get away, he was there beside him at his desk.
His eyes shown shock at the suddenly closeness of a stranger and he rose slowly, eyeing Sebastian as if he was waiting to be attacked.
"Blaine, right?" Sebastian asked, holding out his hand to shake Blaine's.
"Right," Blaine said, taking the offering gingerly before pulling his own hand back so he could hoist his bag onto his shoulder. "You're Sebastian." he added as recognition dawned on him. "I have to admit, you were really good. I was nervous to perform after I saw you." he told him, offering up a slight smile.
Sebastian laughed, shaking his head a little. He took the compliment gladly, not at all surprised that Blaine had noticed him. He wasn't being totally conceited, but it just didn't shock him anymore. He made an effort to be the best at everything and when people say that in him, he was happy about it.
"I don't know about that. It wasn't me every girl in class was drooling over." Sebastian told him regardless, simply because it was true. He didn't mention his own interest, just to keep his head about him. How bad would it look if he acted like a sad little puppy? A sad puppy in a thousand dollar suit, no less.
He watched as Blaine's cheeks darkened and he dropped his eyes to the floor, laughing uncomfortable. God, he was adorable.
"I'm really not sure I deserve that kind of flattery." he disagreed. "But thank you anyway." he added, as one who was well trained by a loving mother would so often do. Loving mother, or parents who were big in the public eye. Sebastian had the sudden urge to know which it was.
Which was ridiculous. Blaine was just his next conquest. This meant absolutely nothing to him.
"So, Blaine," he started, leaning back on the desk behind him and crossing his arms casually. "What would you say to going to get coffee with me?"
Blaine glanced down at his watch, grimacing a little. "I hate to say this, but I have a class in ten minutes." he replied, his face showing actual regret.
Hook, line, sinker.
"Then I'll bring the coffee to you." Sebastian said simply, pushing away from the desk and digging in his bag. Pulling out a pen and piece of paper, he wrote his name and number on it before folding it in half and stick it in Blaine's bag. "You call me when your class is over and we'll make plans."
Blaine's eyes were wide in shock, probably never having been come onto so strongly before, but he nodded anyway.
"Great. It's a date." Sebastian concluded, shooting him a wink before turning to head out of the classroom. "Can't wait."
That was three years ago and the date never happened. Regardless of Sebastian's valiant efforts to make it so, their relationship never once left the friend zone. In fact, they never even slept together. Anyone that really knows Sebastian would scoff at the idea, because that never happened. He always got what he wanted. No one ever had challenged that.
Until Blaine came around, looking adorable and singing perfectly, but never once opening himself up to Sebastian in any way that wasn't merely friendly. They would spend many afternoons at Blaine or Sebastian's apartment, with Sebastian bent over a textbook and Blaine holding his guitar, but never once did they make it to the bedroom. At least, not in a metaphorical sense.
Three years of friendship in their living rooms and never once did Blaine try anything. It was the most wildly complex thing Sebastian had ever had to endure, and he chalked all of his feelings for Blaine up to the fact that he hadn't fucked him. Which would have been a beautifully solid theory if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't trying anymore. He hadn't given up, per say, but he wasn't pursuing the idea anymore.
He had become content in their friendship. It had become enough to sit on his living room floor, listening to Blaine hum along with the tunes he was writing, giving criticisms when asked, and making comments when he liked someone in particular. He enjoyed it.
It was perfect to him, and everything a person would want from a real relationship, without the commitment Sebastian feared so much.
Absolutely perfect.
Then Blaine met Kurt, and he'd be damned to say it didn't fuck everything up.