Title: Caped Crusaders
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe
Word Count: 501
Summary: A collection of Nightflash!drabbles prompted via Tumblr, set within the same 'verse.
Warnings/Spoilers: None for this drabble.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy, The Flash, The CW, DC Comics or anything else related to the universe.
Anonymous on Tumblr prompted a fic which included the sentence: "Come over here and make me."
"Come over here and make me."
Blaine stiffens, a scowl knitting his eyebrows together as he takes in the shadowed form of The Streak lurking at the end of the street. They've been having this argument for weeks now and Blaine is close to hanging up his cape for good - or moving cities because he can't continue operating under these conditions.
And by 'these conditions', he means having a cocky asswipe interfere in his protection of the city.
"I'm just asking you to back off my area as nicely as possible," he says, gritting his teeth together when The Streak flashes closer, a blur of yellow lightning, his scarlet suit almost black in the darkness of the street.
"There's nothing wrong with asking for help sometimes. Take yourself, for instance. You look like a teenager fresh out of a Hot Topic store with all that black."
Usually Blaine ignores the jabs at his outfit but he can't do it today. He can't keep fighting. He's too exhausted to have this argument again.
"Goodbye, Streak," he says, pressing a button on the inside of his wrist which launches him into the air. Fifty feet up, the wings snap outwards from his back and help him navigate through the streets, concealed in darkness because he's above the streetlights. He refuses to cry, refuses to think that maybe this is it, maybe he doesn't go out again. He loves being someone capable of stopping crimes, of keeping people safe, or rescuing people, but The Streak is wearing him down. Just because his abilities are born of a suit rather than superpowers doesn't make him less of a hero.
He climbs through the window of his second apartment, stores his suit and changes into jeans and a polo. By the time he gets home, Sebastian is halfway through dinner preparation, humming to himself and swaying next to the counter. When he looks up at Blaine entering the kitchen, his smile is wide before it falls, eyebrows dipping into a frown.
"What's wrong?" Sebastian asks, lowering the knife to the cutting board and rinsing his hands.
Blaine shakes his head, swallowing the lump in his throat when Sebastian wraps his arms around Blaine's waist, gathering him into a hug that's so warm he nearly dissolves into tears. He wraps his own arms around Sebastian's neck, holding onto his boyfriend, inhaling deeply - confused for a moment by the unfamiliar scent lingering on Sebastian's neck - and soaking in the comfort Sebastian offers so freely.
"What's wrong?" Sebastian repeats, his hands rubbing at Blaine's shoulder blades and lower back, his lips brushing a kiss to Blaine's jaw when he tilts his head.
"Just a shitty day," he mumbles, clinging to Sebastian as some of the tension unravels from his shoulders. "It's better now."
Sebastian hums and presses kisses over Blaine's cheek, his temple, his forehead. By the time Sebastian lowers his mouth to Blaine's, he's smiling and relaxed, thoughts of a selfish jerk in scarlet forgotten.
~FIN~