Chapter 2

Sebastian Smythe didn't have feelings. Okay, maybe he had some feelings. It happened very rarely, and only for very few people. For instance—he had feelings for his dog, Jett. He had feelings for his lovely sister Samantha. He, however, did not have any feelings whatsoever for any Warbler boys. The fact that he had doubled most of them over, however, is irrelevant.

So why, then, was he sitting in his room all alone trying to study French with no avail? Why were images of Blaine Anderson bouncing around his skull? What made him so goddamn special?

Not only did Sebastian want to bang his brains out like a lioness in heat, but he wanted more. He had spent his entire World History class daydreaming about what Blaine's lips would taste like, what it would be like to hold him in his arms on a cold December day. Never once had this been a problem before. Never had Sebastian Smythe wanted a relationship.

He hadn't had any further encounters with the boy he met two days ago. Warblers practice was cancelled due to Warbler hall repair. (Blame that one on the Frank twins. Something to do with Diet Coke and explosive fireworks?) Either way, it was driving Sebastian to pure madness. Two days ago, he would be spending his Friday night out fucking the new assistant basketball coach. Instead, he was doing French. Alone. While thinking about a hobbit doused in L'Oreal hair gel.

He needed a drink.

Scandals was definitely not a new experience for Sebastian. He admits, his fake ID did have a bit of dust on it, but all the same, it was good to be back. The smell of ball sack and liquor brought back a feeling he missed. Scanning the room, he realized he could fuck every man in this room right now, and judging by the way he felt right now, he probably would.

Recognizing the bartender from a few visits, he strutted over and ordered the usual. As always, he got a few side glances from the men on either side of him, and as always, he returned their gaze with a wink. Maybe the real Sebastian Smythe was coming back.

Three rounds of drinks and four phone numbers later, a familiar figure plopped onto the stool beside his own. Through intoxicated eyes, he met hazel, and everything snapped into place suddenly, like puzzles in their place.

Sebastian didn't feel intoxicated at all anymore. His vision cleared and there was just Blaine. After realizing the two had been staring longer than protocol permitted, Sebastian looked down.

"You're Sebastian, from Warbler's club." Blaine had a clear voice that rang through the air, as if it were part of the air itself.

Sebastian loved it.

"Yeah, I am. And you're Blaine." Sebastian countered a playful smirk toying his lips. He found it quite easy to speak to Blaine, although he was still convinced his mouth was running on autopilot.

"That I am. What brings you to this—" He kicked a stray, and most likely used, condom across the floor. "…Classy place."

"I come here quite often, actually. Grab a few drinks, keep to myself mostly." Lies. Why was he lying to Blaine? The normal Sebastian would be fucking him on the bar by now. Get it together, Romeo.

"Mmmh." Blaine didn't sound too convinced. "I've heard quite a bit about you Mr. Smythe—keeping to yourself doesn't quite seem like your forte." Was that a wink? That was a wink. Definitely a wink.

"People misunderstand me. Maybe you should get to know me a bit better, see for yourself."

"Are you trying to get me into bed? Because it's not going to work."

"If you're not looking for a hookup, why Scandals? Chuck – E – Cheese is across the street." Sebastian hadn't noticed that he'd been leaning in. Blaine, however, didn't seem to be protesting.

"Everyone can let loose every now and then, right?" Blaine was leaning in too. Oh god. Breathe, Sebastian. Oxygen.

"30 bucks gets you 30 minutes in a private booth. Takers?" The bartender had snapped the two into reality, immediately jerking upright.

The look Sebastian gave the bartender was enough to make a wrestler run away.

"Oh god, look at the time. I… I have to go—see you tomorrow, Sebastian." And without a backwards glance, the shorter warbler swung open the door, and disappeared into the night.

Short, I know and I apologize.

I have a super long one for you guys tomorrow *u*

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