A/N: CHAPTER 3! Finally. Just saying for all the people out there who don't ship Seblaine... not much longer you guys! But I don't wanna spoil too much so I'll leave it there. As always, hope you enjoy this one!
Chapter 3
"Blaine? Blaine… wake up, honey," Sebastian murmured, gently shaking Blaine's arm to get him to wake up.
Blaine slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times until he saw Sebastian, leaning over the bathtub with his eyebrows raised. "Y—yeah?" Blaine muttered, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in the bathtub, running a hand through his wet curls.
"Would you mind explaining this to me?" Sebastian asked, suddenly pulling out the envelope Blaine had just hidden underneath his bag.
"Did you go through my stuff?" Blaine gasped, snatching the envelope out of his boyfriend's hands with a quick move, reaching for his towel and wrapping it around himself as he got out of the bathtub. "It's private."
"You don't really think you can hide something like that from me, can you? We're living together, Blaine." Sebastian laughed, rolling his eyes at him.
"Technically this is my house. You still have your own apartment." Blaine countered, wrapping the towel around his waist as he held the envelope. "This has nothing to do with you, so why are you looking around my office?"
Sebastian chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh god, you really think you're good enough to fulfill your most wanted dreams? Blaine wake up, seriously. You'll never be anything else but that boring english literature teacher in Ohio. Your dream is too big for you. It does not suit you." Sebastian scoffed.
"He's right." Suddenly another voice said, causing Blaine to spun around to the door.
"Dad?" Blaine frowned, glancing back at Sebastian. "Wha—what's going on here?"
"You're not cut out to be a singer nor becoming a broadway legend. There are people out there, who are a hell of a lot more talented than you are. You just sing because that's the only thing you're partly good at," his father said, leaning against the doorframe. "Oh c'mon, you couldn't even make it as a lawyer, which I thought would suit you perfectly. No, your choice was the teaching job."
Blaine swallowed thickly and held onto the envelope tightly. "That's not true," Blaine said quietly, feeling even smaller than he already was.
"How cute. Now look at him. Like a little child." Sebastian cooed, reaching over to ruffle Blaine's hair. "Adorable." He laughed.
"You are never going to be a singer. You're not good enough. Your teaching job suits you just perfectly Blaine, just for the love of god, get that into your stupid little head. It's hilarious of you to think you could actually get out of Ohio. New York is a big city, I'm sure you'll get lost there. You, my son, are going to stay here forever." George said, stepping closer to Blaine, placing his hand on his son's shoulder.
He took the envelope out of Blaine's hands and ripped it up in front of him, a big smile on his face while a tear ran down Blaine's cheek.
"Stop crying like a little girl!" His father spat out at him, pushing at Blaine's chest. "Grow up! For Christ's sake become a man!"
"Blaine? Blaine!"
Blaine jumped awake, water splashing around him. He must've fallen asleep in the bathtub without even realizing it.
"Babe?" There was another knock on the door. "You've been in there for an hour now. Are you okay?" Sebastian called through the door.
Blaine wanted to ask him to come inside, but then he remembered he'd locked the door earlier. "Yeah, I'm good. I'll— I'll be out in a moment!" He called back, taking a deep breath before he stood up, reaching for his towel.
He dried his hair a little, then wrapping it around his waist.
You're not good enough!
Blaine shook his head, trying to get his dad's voice out of his head. His nightmares had stopped around the time Sebastian moved in with him, so why were they starting again? It wasn't really the cruelest one, but it revealed his fears and that was the most scary part about it.
He walked over to the door and unlocked it, making his way into the bedroom. Dropping the towel, Blaine pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and a pair of sweats. He smiled as he tugged on his favorite Dalton hoodie as well.
"There you are. Feel better?" Sebastian asked as he walked into the bedroom, pulling Blaine close with a soft smile.
"Yeah, a lot," Blaine said with a hum.
"By the way, your phone kept buzzing with messages," Sebastian informed him, glancing over to where Blaine's phone was charging on the nightstand.
Blaine frowned at Sebastian and plopped down onto the bed, picking up his phone.
Can I have your picture? It's just so Santa Claus knows exactly what to give me. —K
On a scale of 1 to 10. How bad is this pick-up line? —K
Forget it. It's definitely a 10. —K
Blaine couldn't help but smile at the text messages, laughing softly as his phone buzzed once more in his hand, and a fourth message appeared on his screen.
Sorry about that. My friend just got a text like this and she didn't really know what to think of it. Thought maybe you had a helpful opinion on that. —K
"Who's Kurt?" Sebastian asked curiously, raising his eyebrows as he scanned the text messages on Blaine's phone.
"A guy I met at the Lima Bean today. I kinda ruined his coat by pouring coffee all over it," he explained, shrugging his shoulder.
Sebastian gave him a questioning look. "And you… exchange numbers because?"
"Oh god, Seb. Don't, okay? You see, his coat is from Marc Jacobs and I felt bad for ruining it. So I gave him my number and told him to tell me if it got too expensive when he got the cleaner's bill. He looked devastated and I felt bad," Blaine said.
Blaine did technically not give Kurt his number, he just subtly wanted to leave out the part where Kurt got Blaine's number from his phone since he knew Sebastian wouldn't react to that well. But this was really innocent.
"Okay, fine. It's not like I don't trust you, B. I don't trust other guys because I know what a good catch you are and so do they," Sebastian said, leaning in to press a kiss to the other's cheek.
"Good," Blaine hummed. "So, how do you feel about ordering in today? I don't feel like cooking or anything and some pizza would be great now." He suggested, nudging Sebastian's side as he scrunched up his nose.
"Okay, fine. Pizza it will be. The usual?" He asked as he got up and looked back at Blaine.
"The usual." Blaine agreed with a smile.
Sebastian went to get the phone and settled on the couch in the living room while he ordered their food. Blaine reached for his phone again and decided he should at least reply to Kurt.
Sorry, I was busy. I'd say it's definitely a ten. Only if 10 means the worst, though. —B
And I'm sorry about your friend. I'd feel awkward for whoever sent her that message. —B
His phone buzzed within seconds, as if Kurt was staring at his phone the entire time just waiting for a reply.
Yes, 10 is absolutely the worst. —K
Oh yeah, she did feel awkward. For him and for herself. I mean, who sends such terrible pick-up lines? —K
Oh, I know a few people that do. —B
'Do you believe in love at first sight? Or do I have to walk by again?' This is one of the worst. —B
What about this one? 'Hey can I have your number? I lost my own.' —K
LOL! I literally laughed out loud. —B
Right? How can someone really be serious while sending those? I swear, it's not possible to be serious about any of them. —K
Well, it seems like some people can. Probably really immature and silly people. —B
I could not agree more. —K
Blaine put his phone back onto the nightstand and made his way into the living room as well, still a tiny smile on his face. Kurt was really something else. He didn't seem to be Blaine's age just yet, maybe around twenty-one, but he definitely had the same kind of humor as him. Blaine was happy that guys like that still existed.
"Pizza is on the way," Sebastian called from his spot on the couch, his feet propped up on the small table in front of the couch again.
"Sounds good," Blaine said as he walked over, plopping down next to his boyfriend. Sebastian instantly wrapped his arm around Blaine's middle, pulling him closer.
"Hey, what do you think about a trip to Milan for our anniversary?" Sebastian suddenly asked, leaning in to press a kiss to Blaine's jawline.
Blaine bit his lip. "You're thinking a little too far ahead, don't you think?" He asked.
Doing the math, their anniversary was still around four months away. Sebastian never planned anything beforehand, Blaine knew that by now.
"Well, I know. But it's our six year anniversary. It's been a really long time! I think we should do something special. And you can take a week or two off. I know that you've been meaning to go to Milan for a while now because your grandparents lived there, so I think it'd be the perfect occasion." Sebastian practically beamed with enthusiasm.
Blaine smiled, tilting his head to the side as he looked at his boyfriend. "Where does that come from? You never plan anything up front and you've never been this enthusiastic about going on vacation in Milan. Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?" Blaine laughed softly.
"Ha, ha," Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I just want to make you happy, is that so bad?"
Blaine sighed, reaching up to cup Sebastian's cheek in his hand. "Not bad at all. Who would have thought you'd actually remember me saying that I would love visiting Milan some time." He grinned, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to his boyfriend's.
"I remember lots of things," Sebastian murmured against Blaine's lips, nibbling on his bottom lip.
"Sure." Blaine giggled in between kisses, lazily throwing his leg over Sebastian's lap.
They made out for a couple minutes, the kisses slowly getting more intense. Blaine could feel Sebastian's hand sliding up his inner thigh, and he had to use all of his strength to place his own hand on top of his to stop him from going further.
"Not now," Blaine mumbled, only pulling back for air. "The food will be here soon." He reminded him.
"We have at least 10 more minutes," Sebastian whined, chasing Blaine's lips.
"Shut up, oh god. You make it sound like we haven't had sex in weeks." Blaine couldn't help but laugh at his boyfriend and his sudden neediness.
"Oh fuck you," Sebastian chuckled and pushed Blaine off of him, getting off of the couch. "Sorry for wanting some spontaneous intercourse with my boyfriend." He added, trying not to laugh himself.
"Spontaneous intercourse?" Blaine asked, rolling his eyes fondly. "Okay, seriously. What has gotten into you?"
"Well, definitely not you." Sebastian winked before he disappeared into the kitchen.
Blaine gasped, bursting out laughing just a moment later.
