/INFO: Yes, Sebastian as in Sebasshole Smythe. No worries, though, this won't turn into the Seblaine show. And now a request: I really need a beta otherwise this thing is gonna get real messy real soon. Any volunteers? Message me or simply "apply" in the review section. /
„What are you doing here?"
„Wow, don't be too friendly, babe."
Blaine slowly lifts his face from the pillow to look at his boyfriend.
"Sorry."
"You're upset."
"Yes."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No."
Sebastian doesn't say anything else and really, it isn't necessary because when he wraps up Blaine in his arms nobody needs any words. Blaine relaxes in the warmth of the arms holding him and looks up at his boyfriend. Moments like this are precious and rare, incredibly rare.
For a few minutes they just sit there until Sebastian suddenly gets up.
"Anyways, I dropped by to give you this", he grabs a brochure from the couch table and hands it to Blaine.
"What for?"
"You know I love your cluelessness but right now it makes you dumb. Why would I give that to you? Hmm…maybe because I want to travel with you? No, I don't think so."
Blaine flinches at Sebastian's icy tone. He should have gotten used to Sebastian's sarcasm, shouldn't let these almost-insults get to him anymore. But he hasn't gotten used to it and they still hurt him.
"Uh, great!"
Sebastian gives him a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and grabs his keys from the table.
"Anyways, I gotta go. Stuff to do. See you on Friday?"
Blaine nods sheepishly and the next moment his boyfriend is gone.
"Hmpf."
Right, work, you have work to do, he reminds himself and makes his way to his desk. Actually it's more like a waste dump but somewhere underneath is what people call a desk. Brushing away photographs, food containers and free hair gel he got from a magazine about a month ago Blaine finally finds the papers he needs to grade. Armed with a red pen he gets down to work.
The next time he meets Kurt he is grading again but this time at a subway station.
It's a Wednesday and he is on his way home. Sebastian has invited him for dinner tomorrow so he needs to get through all seventeen tests if he wants to hand them back on Friday.
Completely focused on the incredibly stupid mistakes made by a girl that definitely isn't the brightest lamp in the shop (How on earth can you not know how to spell Joseph Goebbels?) when he hears a familiar voice.
"You missed a spelling error, right there."
Blaine looks up into sea foam blue eyes and almost drops his pen.
"Whoa."
Then he quickly puts the papers in his bag and calms himself for a second.
"You. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
"You're a history teacher", Kurt states ignoring what Blaine said.
"Yes."
"Let me guess, some expensive private school? Girls only? Plaid skirts and ugly jumpers?"
"Yes. Are you, like, a mind reader or something?"
"No."
For a moment they sit in silent and stare at their feet until Blaine decides that it's worth a try at least.
"Coffee?"
"Sure."
They both grab their bags and walk to the nearest café.
"A medium drip for me and a grande nonfat mocha for my friend here, please." Blaine orders and flashes the waitress a smile.
"You know my coffee order?" Kurt asks a little stunned.
"Of course I do."
Not wanting to let their coffees get cold they empty their mugs.
"So, how's life as a history teacher?" Kurt gives him a crooked smile.
Blaine has to stop himself from snorting. "Interesting. Funny. I didn't expect some people to be so dumb, though. We're reading a novel in one of my classes, that is the hardest and funniest thing I've ever done."
"What novel?"
Blaine extracts a book from his bag and passes it to Kurt who takes it with a happy look on his face.
"Oh, I had to read that in high school."
"You can keep it if you like, I have another copy at home."
"Thanks."
They go silent once again.
"So, do you still want me to forget you?" Blaine asks with a shy smile.
"Stop, please." Kurt looks at him with wet eyes as if they will overflow if he moves now. There's fear in his expression and something else that Blaine can't quite explain. "What is your problem with me? Like, really, what the hell is your problem?" He's overreacting and he knows it before the words have left his mouth. He doesn't know why he said them but he did and he can't undo it now.
Neither can he undo the tears that are really flowing down Kurt's cheeks now.
"Oh God, please don't. I didn't mean it. Sorry. Shit." But rambling doesn't really help.
"You know what? This was a mistake. Forget me. Forget today. Because I will." Sobbing he grabs his bags and storms out. He takes the book with him.
Blaine doesn't sleep until 4AM that night. Whenever he closes his eyes he sees Kurt. No, not Kurt, just his eyes filled to the brim with tears. It's always the same picture except for the color. Sometimes the eyes are blue, sometimes green or grey but always sad.
The first thing on his mind when he wakes up after roughly two hours of sleep are those eyes again. Groaning he rolls over and reaches for his phone and dials Sebastian's number, his boyfriend isn't any more awake than he is.
"Hloo?"
"It's me. I'm not feeling very well. No dinner tonight. Sorry." Wow, Blaine, he thinks, coherent sentences really aren't your thing.
"Do you want me to come over?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Bye."
Blaine throws his phone on the floor, thank God it's one of those old indestructible ones, and rolls over in his bed. After a few minutes he pulls himself together and reaches for his phone again to call in sick. What's the point in going to work if he won't be able to teach anyone anything today?
He is about to carelessly throw away his phone again when he realizes he'll need it a third time.
Still asleep he sends a quick text. "Can you come over asap?"