firsova prompted: "I just want soulmates!seblaine so badly and you haven't write something like that as I remember. bless you *з*"
summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine's heard the story about your soulmate's name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can't seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe.
notes: Thanks to everyone who clicked on this and gave it a chance, hope you enjoyed it all and this final part :3 hopefully I'll be able to write longer seblaine fics in the future! *attack cuddles*
Part three of three.
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Blaine takes slow steps as he finds his way to Kurt's dorm room, rubbing at his wrist in habit until his skin is red raw as he stands in front of his door. He has no idea what he can even say to him to make this okay but he knows he has to do it this time, there's no going back.
He knows how this conversation is going to go, knows that Kurt is either going to scream until he's red in the face or break down and cry. He knows it doesn't make sense, why do this if they're going to end up together anyways? Wasn't this soulmate thing supposed to be simple? But Blaine can't find it in himself to do it anymore, it's like he craves feeling complicated, because he feels more whole like that then he does any other way. He doesn't want to lie to Kurt anymore, or himself.
He knows Kurt is going to tell him that he's being ridiculous, that he's caught up in a whirlwind of Sebastian's charm or self-doubt. That with this red string of fate it's black and white, that there isn't time for new uncertainties. That being with him should assure him.
But that's where Kurt's wrong. There's time for a hundred indecisions, for a million visions and revisions.
Sebastian makes him feel like he has that time. Like he can make mistakes and cause coincidences and accidents and have it somehow lace together and still mean something. It's just taken him a little longer to realize.
It's Sebastian that tears down his walls and shakes him awake, it's Sebastian that shows him his insecurities and things that he can't have enough of. He makes him realize things about himself that he hadn't recognized or given a name.
He's ripped him open and exposed him and made him sew himself back together. It's made him better.
Kurt opens the door before he can knock and he seems to know what's coming just from the look on his face. He lets him inside and Blaine tries not to think about how much time they've spent together in this room. On the bed.
"Is this about Sebastian?" Kurt asks but there's no heat to his voice. It's just very…matter of fact.
Blaine shakes his head, wraps his arms around himself and turns to face him. "This is about you and me."
He loves Kurt, really he does, but he doesn't love who he is with Kurt. And that makes all the difference.
"I'm sorry," Blaine tugs on the bottom of his blazer, not sure what else to say. "I just, I can't do this anymore."
Kurt crosses his arms over his chest and steps forward, to the center of the room, his eyes watching Blaine's movements very carefully. "What changed?"
"I did." He says, because it's true. It's not so much that Sebastian has inserted himself into his life but that the action has changed him.
"What's the point here, Blaine?" Kurt asks, his voice peaked in a way that Blaine knows he's more upset than angry. "Why even do this? We're going to end up right back together at some point. It's inevitable."
Blaine nods softly, flashes of kissing Sebastian playing over and over again in his mind's eye. On the bed, in the snow, against the doorjamb and on the arm of a couch. The warmth and insistence of his lips, the heat of his mouth, the smell of his skin.
"Maybe. There's a chance we won't."
"Chance?" Kurt grits out. "There are no chances when it comes to fate. Look at your wrist!" He reaches out and touches Blaine's arm, lifts it to run his thumb over his rest. The skin aches a little and he winces, shaking his head as he gently detangles himself from Kurt's grasp.
"It doesn't matter what's on my wrist."
Kurt stares at him a moment, swallows thickly and tries to avoid the tears building in his eyes. "It used to."
He looks away then, his shoes suddenly a lot more interesting. He goes back and forth, tries to determine whether he should tell Kurt about the kisses, how he felt during them to try and make him understand. But at this point all that would do is hurt him, and that's the last thing Blaine wants to do. He's not breaking up with him to hurt him, he's trying to avoid that trapped sensation he sometimes feels when he's in this relationship.
How he thought he'd feel boxed in by Sebastian's arms.
"I'm sorry." He whispers because he's not sure what else to say.
"I should have known, you know? Should have saw it coming?" Kurt clears away the choked sound that's built up in his throat from the tears. "That first day, when we met on the steps…"
Blaine frowns, trying to retrace his steps back to that very first day, tries to rake together what Kurt's implying.
It's like someone knocks the wind right out of him and suddenly he knows. He knows from the complete and whole feeling surrounding every nerve in his being that his soulmate is behind him.
He turns as Kurt walks down a step to meet him, bumps into a tall and lanky kid, bright green eyes with a French tongue who smirks at him, looking him up and down before passing. They connect eyes for a long moment before the taller passes by him and walks down the steps.
He ran into Sebastian that day, before even meeting Kurt. Of course, how could have he forgotten?
"You couldn't keep your eyes off him even then."
It's like the moment he looks back on is suddenly new, colored in a completely different way. Nothing is the way that he thought it was—some things are new, fresh, raw and exposed. He feels lost but at the same time it's like he finally understands how to feel.
Has this thing with Sebastian really been a mistake, or is it something that the universe knew would happen all along.
"This is absolutely ridiculous." Kurt shakes his head, his arms clenching as he squeezes his own midsection. "I deserve better than this."
And he's right. They both deserve better. They both deserve someone that they fit with. Blaine nods softly, takes that as his cue to leave and starts to do so before Kurt speaks up, one last time.
"He's unpredictable."
And sort of unbelievable; Blaine smiles softly and turns back to look at Kurt for a brief moment. "Yeah, I think that's what I might like best about him."
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Blaine is just passing the Dalton café on the way from Kurt's room to another set of dorms on the other side of the grounds as he turns the hall to head outside. He's glad he had enough common sense to switch roommates when they had had their break because he doesn't think he could bare being in the same room with his ex now.
It's not until he's walking on a designated sidewalk, snow on either side of him that he really starts to notice that his wrist is hurting him.
His feet pick up the pace; actually, hurting might be an understatement. It feels like the skin is starting to burn and he barely has time to rush into his dorm room before he's throwing his satchel down and whipping his winter coat off.
He winces, a short pained noise leaving his lips as he tugs the sleeve back on his button down his shirt. The spot where Kurt's name is written is blistered with red skin, the letters marring together in a haphazard why. He forces himself to wrap his other hand around it, hisses upon contact and pulls his arm into himself like an injured wing and doubles over until the pain stops.
It takes a few long moments, tears stinging his eyes, a throbbing left in his ears as he tries to even out his breath which is coming in and out of his lungs in short straggled intervals. He has no idea what the fuck that was but even receiving Kurt's name on his sixteenth birthday hadn't been that painful. He'd just woken up with the name, neatly scrawled onto his skin. No red, no pain, no nothing.
This is different. Was this because he had broken up with Kurt? Is he being punished because of a choice? He runs a shaky hand through his curls, slowly walking out of his room and down towards the communal bathroom, pressing his way inside with his shoulder. He hovers at a sink, letting his hands and wrist fall under cool water, his forehead coming to rest against the mirror, kissing his sweat soaked skin in a soothing manner.
When Blaine pulls back to dry with a paper towel, something different about his skin catches his eye as the red blisters and irritated marks begin to fade, like they never existed in the first place.
Sebastian Smythe, in perfectly neat script, has replaced Kurt Hummel on his wrist.
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He doesn't know how long he stands there staring at his skin before his feet carry him back to his room. He sits down on the bed, staring at the smooth S crossing over one of his veins and is tempted to follow it with his thumb. He doesn't understand how something like this can happen, he's never heard of someone's soulmate changing on their wrist. Not to mention he's pretty sure Sebastian has someone beginning with an A on his own. It doesn't make any sense—is Blaine destined to be with someone he can't have?
To love and get nothing in return?
Blaine does the only thing he can do. He goes home. He drives half the night and disregards texts from friends asking him where he is, ignores a phonecall from Sebastian because the minute he hears his voice he knows he'll spill everything.
And he can't. Not yet. He needs answers or at least someone he can talk to about Sebastian, about how he feels when he's with him. About how everything he thought he could depend on is now warped, it's changed, it's white paint with a drop of black ink and trying to add more and more white but never being able to get it back to that pure snow color.
That's how it feels to be with Sebastian.
Like he's trying to find his way in the dark, like he's broken open with his nerves exposed, like he's freefalling. No assurances, just chance. And how that can wake him up and send him spiraling all at the same time.
"Blaine?" His mother asks when she opens the door, looks at him for a long moment. "Honey, what are you doing here? Why aren't you at school?" She wraps an arm around him and pulls him inside, he doesn't realize he's shaking until he's felt the warmth of his house envelop him.
He walks into his kitchen and sits at the island counter, his mother quickly putting on a cup of tea.
"You're going to catch a cold." She scolds gently, cupping his face before running her fingers through his loose curls that has melting snow along the strands. He hadn't even realized that he'd left Dalton without his coat.
He doesn't even remember the expanse of time in which he drove here, just that the road was smooth and the sensation of traveling, getting away, soothed him.
"So, are you going to tell me what's wrong or are we going to have to watch a Cary Grant movie to get it out of you?" She asks, making him smile softly as she places a mug in front of him, moving to retrieve tea bags.
"I think…I'm sort of in love with Sebastian." He says, coming out in a rush like a kept secret hidden away somewhere in his lungs.
His mother hums and patters around the kitchen for a moment. "I had a feeling," He must look surprised because she laughs. "Sweetheart, I saw your face when you came back from that 'non-date'. There was something there, something real and tangible." She presses her hand against his chest, over his heart, his heartbeat tapping against her palm. "Coming from here."
"Something…very different than when you're with Kurt." She adds, a moment later, before pulling back to pour hot water in their cups. "Did you tell Kurt?"
He's surprised it's taken her that long to ask about him. He shakes his head. "No. I…I broke up with him. And then this happened."
He undoes the buttons on his sleeve before yanking the fabric back, exposing his wrist with Sebastian's name on it. It sends a little thrill straight down to his stomach, circulating through his whole body and making him feel lightheaded. He grabs the counter and doesn't want to look at her but then can't help it when her warm and steady fingers take his wrist.
"I don't understand, I thought…I thought things like this couldn't happen." He guesses he has no idea what's really possible; before he met Sebastian he never knew that some people didn't have names on their wrists.
His mother's hand moves down to his own to squeeze before getting out the milk and sugar. "It's very rare."
"Sebastian didn't have a name before," He says quickly, almost talking over her. It's like now that the dam is broken he just wants everything to spill out. "And now he does."
"Is it yours?"
Blaine frowns, his chin tipping down as he looks at the tea cup in front of him, steam curling out of the cup. "I don't know."
He wraps his cold fingers around his mug and his mother's covers his hands. "You chose a different path for yourself, regardless of the outcome." He guesses that's true, he chose to break up with Kurt even when he knew Sebastian might belong to someone else. "And because you made that choice, your fate changed."
Blaine tries to follow the progression of his actions; he doesn't know if someone can really cheat fate. He has no idea if he's actually made a life changing choice or if the universe has had this in store for him all along.
It wasn't about not ending up with Kurt—but the more and more he thinks about it maybe he was with him to find his way to Sebastian.
"Sometimes people think they're making big life changing decisions, whether to eat at one place or another, walk instead drive to work, go left instead of right," His mother lets her hands fall, her own wrist exposing his father's name, "but really, they're just following the same path that they've always been on."
His eyebrows scrunch together, the pads of his fingers stinging as he pulls them away from the hot mug of tea, adding in sugar and milk absentmindedly.
"So is it about fate or coincidence?"
She smiles at him, like there's some sort of beauty in his words. "Both," She says knowingly. "It's about both."
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It's not until Wednesday that he sees Sebastian again in one of the common lounges, perched at the end of a leather couch. He's by the fireplace, which has a small but crackling fire that heats the entire room. It's still frigid out, snow is falling outside and can be seen through the large three piece window that's displayed to the other's right. There's a few other people in the room, talking quietly, doing homework, sipping on coffee and waiting for the day to be over.
Sometimes Dalton gives him this feeling like it's more of a holiday country club in the winter than a boarding school.
Sebastian is downed in a navy blue sweater that cuffs around his neck, the sleeves rolled up slightly to display his forearms and the expensive gold watch on one of his wrists—covering up the name now pressed into his skin no doubt and gray pants. His last class of the day is a study hall, hence the lack of blazer and tie and Blaine shakes himself out of his half stupor of standing there, watching him before he approaches the couch.
He doesn't ask if he can sit but does so anyways, depositing his satchel on the other side of him. He leans his elbows onto his knees, glances at some of the books spread out on the table to figure out what homework Sebastian is doing.
Literature, from the looks of it, and a poem by T.S. Eliot.
"Paper?" Blaine asks and Sebastian hums, letting his pen rest between the pages of his poetry book. He turns and looks at him, his hair a little unruly and the shorter has to dig his fingers into his pant leg to resist running his hand through the strands.
"Your deductive skills are astounding, Anderson." Sebastian says, making Blaine smirk and bump their shoulders together, a hint of a smile tugging at the ends of the taller's mouth.
Blaine lets his hand wander to the poetry book, picking it up and reading over a few lines.
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions—
"So where did you disappear to?" Sebastian asks, angles his body towards his own a little bit, as he moves waves of his cologne waft towards Blaine's nose.
He breathes deeply, like he may never be able to commit the scent to memory. He plays with the sleeve of his shirt, tugs it down over his hand. "Did you miss me?" Blaine teases, a laugh escaping his lips as Sebastian rolls his eyes.
"Hmm, more like I missed someone offering to buy me coffee." He grins, a sparkle in his eye from the flames of the fireplace, his wrist turns slightly as he rests his arm on the armrest of the couch. Blaine itches to ask him to show him the name under his watch.
"You know how I feel about free coffee."
"I'm sure you could have found another willing guy to charm into getting you coffee." Blaine ticks his tongue off the roof of his mouth, hope that doesn't sound as jealous as it feels, but of course Sebastian picks right up on that.
"I realize I only like to do that when you're around to see it." He smirks and Blaine lets out a sound that's between a scoff and a laugh. Asshole.
"I was sick, I went home for a few days." Blaine eventually says, putting the poetry book down on the table, sets his hands on his lap. It's not exactly the truth but it's the only thing he's willing to give up at this point.
That's what the school knows, it's what his mom called in for to explain his absent days. But he should have known that the rumor mill had been working overtime on that one. While Dalton wasn't like a regular high school, it had some things in common with one. And gossip was high on that list. Boys were just as capable of it as girls. Maybe even more vicious.
"I heard you broke up with Kurt." He says softly, the crackle of the fire slipping between his syllables. Blaine nods softly, doesn't try to pick apart Sebastian's intentions from his words. "I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not."
He can't help but let out a short laugh because, it's so typical for Sebastian to respond that way he has no idea why he feels surprised. "God you're so blunt."
Sebastian grins. "Just honest, killer." There's a moment passed between them of Sebastian smiling at him and Blaine's eyes glued to his lips, his heartbeat picking up in ways it shouldn't, so loud he's certain the other can hear.
Their eyes meet, green meshing with hazel and Blaine swallows as the smile softly fades from Sebastian's lips, his body leaning a bit closer to speak to him like he's telling a secret.
"Why did you break up with him?"
Blaine gives him a look because Sebastian can't honestly be asking that question. He has to know, he doesn't understand what he's trying to probe at. "You know why."
"Because you felt guilty." It's not a question but somehow Blaine feels like it's one and swallows. No. That's not why he broke up with Kurt.
The kissing that had inevitably happened between them was wrong and maybe it shouldn't have happened, maybe there wasn't a lot stopping it from happening in those moments. But when it comes down to it, when he lies awake at night and thinks about those three kisses, when he lets them sink into his skin and thinks about Sebastian's lips and how they fit perfectly against his own—
No, he doesn't feel guilty. And that's not why he broke up with Kurt.
Blaine just shakes his head at Sebastian's statement, the taller leaning closer to him on the couch, almost crowding his space. He wonders if people piled around the rest of the common room are glancing at them, wondering what's going on, if the gossip wheel is going to spin off its axis with what's happening in the space of their breathing and heartbeats.
He wonders, as Sebastian slips closer, if there's anyone even in the room but them. He can't concentrate on anything other than the boy in front of him, nothing else exists.
"Then no," Sebastian whispers. "I don't know why."
He's suddenly nervous because everything he wants to say gets trapped under his tongue, the words running together and creating new ones. He doesn't want to push Sebastian away but he knows he has to be honest about this sooner or later. He can't hide his wrist under a sleeve for the rest of his life.
Sebastian will find out, it's only a matter of time, and he'd rather if it came from him.
"I broke up with him because I don't feel guilty," Blaine's eyes follow Sebastian's, trying to look past the green and determine what he's thinking, like there's words running through his bloodstream. "Because I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Sebastian's mouth is close enough that if he really concentrates he could lean forward, brush his own lips against the other's. And he almost does. Almost.
He breathes out, feels it reverberate off Sebastian's skin and kiss his face, their noses bumping as Blaine's nails dig into his skin through the fabric of his pants and the taller's body heat seeps into his own.
"Because I wasn't happy."
It feels odd to say it out loud, to admit to someone else that while he and Kurt looked happy on the outside there were things that he never said and kept to himself about his own happiness. Cooper always told him that was one of his greatest faults, that it was great that he cared about other people but sometimes he tended to put their needs above his own. And by sometimes he meant all the time.
"And you are now?" Sebastian asks, processing everything slowly, like he's trying to think before he speaks—which goes against his smooth 'speak what's on your mind' way of doing things.
Their faces have been so close for so long that Blaine finally just nudges his chin forward and nuzzles their noses gently, the action surprising enough to make Sebastian smirk.
"I'm getting there." He whispers.
"I can help with that." He smiles slowly but before Blaine can respond Sebastian kisses him, slow and sure, their lips working against one another's until they need to come up for air.
It's not obscene, it's surprisingly chaste for how long their mouths seem to be joined. But it's different, they're just content with feeling one another, with feeling assured that both of them are there and no one's disappearing. It's a kiss that's equally felt on both sides, no barriers this time, no secrets.
No reason to hide anything.
"What a coincidence we should end up here." Sebastian teases, nips at Blaine's lower lip.
Blaine flushes but shakes his head, tugging back his sleeve. "Maybe, maybe not."
Sebastian's eyes fall to his wrist, his long fingers reaching out and running his thumb over his own name pressed into Blaine's skin.
"When did this happen?" He expects Sebastian to sound more…well, he's not sure, surprised maybe. Affronted. Or annoyed. He seemingly enjoyed not belonging to anyone and the fact that he's on someone's wrist now practically goes against ninety percent of his personality.
"After I broke up with Kurt."
Sebastian's hands linger on his skin, imprinting their mark on him, making him feel his touch long after he lets go.
"That sounds a lot like fate Anderson, I thought you'd be jumping all over that one."
Blaine gives him a curious look and shrugs his shoulder. "It didn't really occur to me like that, honestly. Besides, I thought you wouldn't want to hear that sort of thing, you don't even believe in all this soulmate stuff. You even told me something like," He fixes his sleeve and takes on this different, deeper voice to mock Sebastian. "'The soulmate thing only works because people put so much faith in it'."
The other hums softly, glancing at Blaine before sitting up a little straighter in his seat. "Maybe I just needed the right incentive."
They stare at one another a moment, Blaine trying to analyze Sebastian's words well placed in his sentence, trying to understand what they mean without really asking. It takes a minute but then it clicks and he doesn't wait for permission before reaching for Sebastian's wrist, undoing his watch with precision to reveal a name.
His name.
"I thought…" He thought the name had begun with an A, he distinctly remembers seeing an A. And there it is, plain as day on Sebastian's wrist. His last name is a little more towards the palm of his hand than the B is, the letters aren't lined up.
That's why he saw the A first, which means, Sebastian's had his name on his wrist for quite some time.
Maybe the person I was supposed to be with got fated to someone else.
He lets out a long breath, not realizing he's been holding it in until his lungs start to burn slightly. His eyes trace the pattern on Sebastian's wrist, his watch hanging loosely in his hand before he runs his thumb over it, makes sure it's real.
Sebastian smirks softly, leans forward to press a kiss to Blaine's hairline, his curls tickling his nose. It's one of the most intimate things he thinks he's ever seen Sebastian do and it makes something warm and distinct curl in his belly, the name for it something he's only admitted to his mother about how he feels towards him. Even before they had matching names on their wrists.
"Looks like you're stuck with me, killer." He says softly and Blaine finally lets himself relax, let everything seep into his bones, a complete feeling encompasses him, hugs his frame.
His forehead comes to rest against Sebastian's and he lets his eyes close, briefly. "I'd say I'm sorry," Blaine smirks, words echoing things Sebastian has said many times. "But I'm not."
000
He sees Kurt while heading to Sebastian's room to study for an upcoming final; they don't see one another very often anymore, other than Warbler practice but it's not like they're not friendly when they have to be. He doesn't know if he ever found out about the accidental (yet connected) kisses shared between him and Sebastian when they were still together nor does he ask.
He used to be able to read Kurt, read him so well like the lines were plain and clear on his face. He can't so much anymore, they spend too much time apart. And Kurt's different, in a way, but he's not sure if it's something he can name specifically.
"Blaine," Kurt nods at him and Blaine smiles, tugging on the bottom of one of Kurt's (new?) scarves as they come to stop in front of one another.
"Hi." He sticks his hands back in his pockets. "How have you been?"
"Busy," Kurt admits, lifting his hand to fix a hair out of place on his head. Blaine sees a flash of another name on his wrist, Elliot something. Blaine has no idea who it is, or if Kurt's met him yet. He thinks Kurt might have flashed him the name on purpose so that he could see that they're not tied to one another anymore. Or maybe to make him jealous. He's not sure.
"Yeah, same here. So many finals." He groans. "I'm actually just heading to study for one now."
"With Sebastian?"
Blaine can tell it takes Kurt a lot of effort to say his name without pulling a face. A smile twitches on his lips. "Mmhm."
"And how is he?"
He knows that Kurt doesn't really care how Sebastian is, he's just trying to be polite. Which is more than he expects out of him. "He's good. We're good." He admits because he just can't help himself. He hears what other people think of Sebastian, of their relationship about how they won't or can't work because of how his boyfriend used to be towards anyone attractive with a decent pair of legs.
"And here I thought Sebastian didn't have a name on his wrist."
"He didn't," Blaine adjusts the satchel on his shoulder. "Things change."
Kurt hums, looks at him carefully. "So you've been saying."
They stand like that for a while, Blaine wanting to say a bunch of things seemingly stuck in his windpipe and voice box but he can't force the syllables out. He wants Kurt to be happy. He wants him to understand that what had happened was something he had never planned for. That he never meant for things to get so messy or for them to become the people they weren't when they met. He wants to say he did love him. That he's sorry.
He wants to thank him, selfishly, for leading him to Sebastian.
"Are you happy?"
Blaine looks up at Kurt's question and nods his head, softly, like he's unsure if that's okay to admit. Kurt just smiles, and it's genuine regardless of how small and presses a kiss to his cheek before walking past him, outside and into the snow.
000
Blaine's quiet as he takes his scarf off in Sebastian's room, the taller already spread out on his bed with his books and notebooks open. He still feels Kurt's lips pressed to his cheek, his heart doesn't ache because he misses him but…he finally feels like this is it. An ending of some kind, a chapter in his life finally written and closed.
It's surreal feeling, in a way.
"You look cold." Sebastian says and leans onto his side, opens his arm up towards the ceiling for him. Blaine smiles gently and toes off his shoes before climbing onto the bed with him, the warm weight of his arm settling on his back.
Their ankles tangle as Blaine lies on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows, Sebastian's open palm rubbing up and down his arm as Blaine tilts his head closer, turning to press a kiss to the hollow of his throat.
"You okay?" Sebastian asks softly, pauses to run his fingers through Blaine's curls.
Blaine nods, his smile becoming more open as their bodies mold together, side by side, Sebastian pressing toying kisses down his jawline as the shorter's fingers play with the pages of the open biology book.
"I feel like taking a break," Blaine admits, even though they haven't even started studying yet. Sebastian just chuckles and rolls his eyes playfully but doesn't shoot down the idea. The day is just starting out, they have plenty of time to study. "There's this movie that I have back in my room, uhm, it's a Cary Grant film…"
He waits, so used to Kurt's nose scrunch and groan about old black and white movies and Blaine's slight obsession with them. But the criticism doesn't come and Sebastian's hand falls down Blaine's back and sneaks under his shirt, warm fingers pressing the dimples below his spine for a moment before he closes the bio book and his notebooks.
"The one with Katharine Hepburn? Because I like that one." He says, stacking the school work into a pile to put on one of the desks. Blaine stares at him a moment, like he can't quite believe that Sebastian doesn't slip into making him feel bad for his interests.
Like Kurt used to whether or not he realized he was doing it.
"What?" Sebastian rolls his eyes but smirks. "I have some taste, you know. And as long as I get to give you a blowjob about halfway through the film I don't care what we watch."
He grins cheekily but Blaine is so overwhelmed with how well they fit together, how complete he feels that he tackles Sebastian over onto the bed and joins their lips, greedily stealing kisses as the taller lets out small laughs of surprise and wraps his arms around him.
The movie, and in turn their studying, gets pushed back for another hour or so.
000
Blaine stands in line at the Dalton café for his coffee, glancing at his watch. He has about a half hour before his next class, perfect time to proofread one of his essays at a table to save some time later. He licks his lips and smiles at the barista as she hands him his medium drip, turning to find a table near the window but bumps right into someone.
He recognizes his cologne before he sees who it is, bright green eyes and a smirk that makes him smile and drives him crazy at the same time.
"Well, well, well," Sebastian smiles, a joking tone to his voice. "Look at who I ran into. This is such a coincidence."
Blaine's free hand slips between their bodies, finding Sebastian's which is waiting for him to grab onto it. Their fingers lace and their wrists turn to press in towards one another, matching names lining up, skin on skin.
"Oh please," Teases Blaine, leaning up on his toes to kiss his lips gently. "This was fate."
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