"I've decided we're going to a Gay club," Sebastian announced to Blaine over breakfast.
For his part Blaine almost choked on his eggs in surprise.
"Pardon me?" He sputtered out once he was able to swallow.
Sebastian, unfazed by Blaine's reaction leaned forward with clear intent on his features.
"This Saturday we're going to the club in Columbus," Sebastian smiled indulgently, "That caters to Gay people."
"I know what a Gay club is," Blaine groused stabbing his fork through his hash browns, "I can't go, I'm underage."
"I have fake ID's" Sebastian countered easily.
"The school won't let us leave for two days," Blaine shot back.
"I've already gotten us both a weekend pass from the office," Sebastian waved him off, "Any other objections?"
Blaine sat there searching his brain for any reasonable excuse why not to go. The task was harder than he hoped, especially with Sebastian grinning at him like he won.
"Why do you want me to go?" Blaine finally asked because it wasn't like Sebastian hadn't gone to clubs on his own, "Won't I get in the way of your sexual deviance."
For the first time since the conversation started Sebastian gave him a serious almost concerned look. It threw Blaine off more than the sudden announcement of hitting up a Gay club.
"Because since you've come out," He began taking his time to wipe his hands with his napkin, "You've been abandoned by his friends, you got bashed at your school, and you've become estranged from your parents."
"Yes, thank you for the update," Blaine responded in a tight voice, his stomach giving a painful twist.
"What I'm getting at is that you haven't experienced the awesome parts of being gay."
"I'm not hooking up with a random stranger at a club," Blaine warned though partially touched by Sebastian's words.
"We'll work our way towards that," Sebastian reassured him, reaching out to grab the last piece of toast on Blaine's plate, "See you in class Anderson."
The rest of the morning was spent trying to convince Blaine to go out to the bar with him via text messages. Blaine gave vague non-confirming replies to the first four texts then stopped answering all together. He claimed it was because the both of them should focus on school, but Sebastian figured that Blaine was running out of excuses. He'd wear Blaine down eventually he'd just rather it be sooner than later. The final push he needed to persuade him came in an unexpected form during lunch.
"We hear you're taking Blaine to a Gay bar."
Sebastian lifted his head up from his sub-par shrimp bisque, that was nothing compared to the ones you could get in Paris, to see he was completely surrounded by Warblers.
Nick and Jeff weren't a surprise but the three council members were.
"That's the plan," Sebastian replied uncertain why they should care.
"Can we come?" Jeff asked eagerly.
"All of you?" Sebastian questioned skeptically turning his head to each of them, "I mean Thad I understand since he's obviously gay."
"I-I'm not gay," Thad stuttered out.
"Jeff and Nick kind of make sense," Sebastian ignored Thad's protests shifting his attention to the next two Warblers, "You two have hetero-flexible written all over you."
"Is that a compliment?" Jeff asked a dumbfounded Nick.
"But Wes and David," Sebastian rested his chin in his propped up hand giving them a sly grin, "Possibly might engage in a night of drunken sex with each other. But otherwise I thought you two were on the straight and narrow."
"Is there a law that says straight people can't go to a Gay bar?" Wes asks coolly.
"No," Sebastian replies simply, "Straight women go all the time to spice things up. But one has to wonder why a group of straight men, excluding Thad, would want to go."
"Gentlemen, I must insist that I'm not gay," Thad tried again.
The group turned to stare at Thad with blank expressions before swiftly returning to the main conversation.
"I've never been to one," Nick offered with a shrug.
"I think it's important to expose oneself to different cultures," Wes stated, "To broaden our knowledge."
"It's a gay bar Wes," Sebastian explained slowly, "Not a natural history museum."
"Come on let us tag along," Jeff insisted again with hopeful eyes.
"But why?" Sebastian leaned back in his chair regarding each of them, "Honestly I don't think you can handle the gay bar."
"There you'd be wrong Smythe," David piped up, "My cousin, who happens to be gay, made me watch every episode of Queer as Folk. I 'am fully versed in gay culture."
"Well why didn't you mention that before," Sebastian answered sarcastically, "If I'd known you've watched Queer as Folk I wouldn't have doubted you."
"The mistake is understandable," David said graciously which Sebastian couldn't help but roll his eyes at.
"So what's your decision?" Jeff persisted.
Sebastian angled back on his chair until it rested on two of its legs contemplating his options. He'd rather not play the part of tour guide to a group of sexually repressed and bored preppies that would kill his game. On the other hand Blaine might be more willing to go in a group setting.
"Tell you what," Sebastian slammed his chair back down to all four legs, "You guys help me convince Blaine to go, and then you can come."
The relieved and assured smiles he got from the Warblers convinced Sebastian his plan would work.
On a Saturday night Sebastian found himself walking down the street with five boys in tow. It went against his rule of going out to the bar alone. He found when he traveled in a pack his movements were restricted or he faced more competition. On his own Sebastian was able to travel more freely about the scene, picking up conquests when it suited him. Having to keep an eye on five virgins would inhibit his usual game.
With that problem in mind Sebastian selected Prism in Westerville as their destination. Sebastian often avoided gay clubs that placed more focus on dancing to Lady Gaga songs than hooking up in the back room. However, he'd make the sacrifice since the other options were too intense for this group. Scandals in Lima had a defeated and lack luster atmosphere that was perfect for picking desperate, closeted men searching for brief encounters to relieve their sexual deprived lives in rural Ohio. While Dungeon on the other side of Westerville gravitated to the darker side of sexual congress that probably destroy these boys' sweet vanilla perceptions of sex. Therefore Prism with its colorful drag queens and upbeat soundtrack was the best choice.
Tonight was certainly going to be an interesting one.
One he should properly prepare them for, which is why waiting in line to get in Sebastian whirled around to address the five shivering boys.
"Before we enter I have rules on how to survive a night at a gay club," Sebastian announced in a serious tone that dared any of them to contradict him, when no one spoke up he continued.
"Keep it to a two drink minimum," Sebastian raised two fingers for emphasis, "Those who drink sloppily become sloppy seconds by the end of the night. Plus remember to drink water from a bottle not a glass."
Sebastian had to hold back the laughter at the attentive expressions on the boys' faces; he half expected them to start taking notes. At least they were paying attention.
"If any of you get picked up tonight play it safe," Sebastian turned to his left to point at Thad, "You especially."
"I'm not gay," Thad cried out exasperatedly but Sebastian ignored him to reach into his coat pocket.
"By safe I mean use rubbers," Sebastian tossed a small package of condoms at Wes, "Pass those around till each of you has one."
"I don't think we're planning on having sex," Jeff informed placing his condom hurriedly into his jean pocket like he was afraid of someone catching them.
"That's what everyone says," Sebastian responded in a level voice, "But it's not always the case."
"I for one commend Sebastian's message of safe sex" David proudly holding up his condom, "It is an important message of Gay culture that we should all adhere to."
"Anyways," Sebastian drew attention back to himself before David waxed poetically on the virtues of the condom, "Also never take anyone home. Keep it to the back room, parked cars or alley ways."
"You have sex in alley ways?" Wes asked disbelievingly.
"When I'm in a pinch," Sebastian grinned widely at them, "Lastly, what happens in the Gay club stays in the Gay club. So let loose tonight."
Sebastian quickly turned on heel when the bouncer called them forward. He'd given them his best advice the rest was up to them to stay out of trouble. Not that a little debauchery would be the worst thing help shake them out of their comfort zones.
Sebastian waited patiently for each of them to pass through with their fake ID. It was a brief moment of tension since Prism was more careful about looking for fake IDs than Scandals whose bouncers barely glanced at them. Fortunately Sebastian's contact came through with a quality product and each of them passed inspection. Next time though, if there was a next time; Sebastian would instruct Jeff and Blaine not to look like they were going through airport security with luggage full of illegal drugs.
Once they were gathered together Sebastian descended down the flight of concrete stairs that would lead to the main club.
The further they went down the darker it became. The faint purple glow of the black lights illuminated the crude words and pictures painted on the walls with glow-in-the-dark spray paint. The bass from the music inside thundered loudly and Blaine swears that the floors were trembling beneath his feet. The group passed one last threshold and into the club itself.
It's smaller than Blaine expected and completely packed with what seemed like hundreds of men. The lack of lighting, with the exception of the multi-colored strobe lights, made it impossible to get a distinct layout of the club. The air was hot and bears heavily down on him smelling of smoke and human sweat. Blaine began to stiffen at the idea of navigating through then dense swarm of bodies that took up most of the limited space. Without saying a word Sebastian grabbed ahold of Blaine's wrist and confidently led him through the crowd, not bothering to check if the others were following. Blaine concentrated on watching the back of Sebastian's neck and making sure he didn't trip into anyone.
After a few minutes of navigating through of what could be a dark labyrinth Sebastian suddenly stopped at a less occupied area. Blaine grasped ahold of the metal railing in front of him and looks down to the second level where the main dance floor was. Throngs of men of all shapes, sizes, colors and ages danced to the unrelenting beat, to Blaine's dismay some were even shirtless.
"A beautiful sight isn't it," Sebastian yells at him and Blaine could barely hear him, but there is no mistaking the wicked smile on his face.
"What do we do now?" Nick shouted when he came up beside Blaine.
"I don't know about you gentlemen," Sebastian is leaning against the railing all of his attention zeroed in on the dance floor, "But I just found my first trick of the night."
Blaine follows the line of Sebastian's gaze to a slender boy with sandy blonde hair gazing directly up at Sebastian. It stuns Blaine how all Sebastian needs to do is enter a room then immediately willing and wanting men appear.
"Trick?" Thad questioned with a tilt of his head.
"What is often referred to as a short term sexual partner," David informed, nodding his head to the beat of the music.
"Thank you gaypedia," Sebastian rolls his eyes at Blaine who can't bring himself to find the situation funny, "You boys be good while I take a short trip to the backroom."
"The backroom?" Jeff who is already full on dancing unlike the rest of the group but still manages to ask questions.
"David," Sebastian gestures to the senior council member, "You want to take this one."
"It's a designated room at a back of a club for men to engage sex in," This time David answered with a tone of slight disapproval.
"Are you screwing with me?" Nick asks with astonishment.
"Well I was going to screw him first," Sebastian pushes himself away from the railway with the thrust of his arms, "But I'll put you on my to-do list."
Sebastian leaves behind a blushing Nick with a playful wink before taking the metal stairs to the main floor.
"Is he seriously going to ask that guy to have sex with him?" Thad wonders out loud while the group watches Sebastian weave his way to his target.
"Sebastian is what you would call an alpha gay," David continues in a voice perfect for a Discovery channel television show on the mating habits of lions, "He selects his mark and won't relent till he achieves his goal."
The group watched in fascination as Sebastian quickly moved into the boy's personal space to whisper something in his ear. The entire time Sebastian is speaking his hands gently grazed up and down the boy's arms. Whatever was said is extremely effective, the boy now grinning eagerly up at Sebastian. The pair moved off to the back of the club till they disappear around a corner.
"That didn't take long," Nick stated in an impressed voice, "I wonder what he said."
"The less we know the better," Wes speaks up sternly.
"Let's go dance," Jeff borderline whines, "That's why we're here, right?"
The group nod is assent making their way to the dance floor.
"Blaine?" Wes turned to where Blaine is still staring at where Sebastian was minutes before.
"You go ahead," Blaine gives him a weak smile, "I don't feel like dancing."
Wes gives him a measured gaze, contemplating whether it's a good idea to leave Blaine alone. There is an almost forlorn expression on his face, looking out of place despite Sebastian's insistence that this was where Blaine belonged. Truthfully, Wes hasn't seen Blaine appear so lost since his first week at Dalton. Worst of all Wes's gut tells him that it's partly due to Sebastian's disappearance; Blaine is never adrift when the other boy is around to anchor him.
"Are you sure?"
Blaine doesn't hear him or pretends not to, leaving Wes to give up but not any less concerned. It's amazing to him how Sebastian can't see how badly Blaine's needs him. Whenever Sebastian decides to grace them with his presence Wes intends to tell him so.
Despite a part of him knowing that a boy like Sebastian probably won't even care.
"Can I have your number?" The boy panted whose name Sebastian hadn't bothered to get.
Sebastian took a step back to loudly zip up his jeans. He ran a hand through his hair and surveyed the dark room with mild interest. Inside these four walls where you could hear loud and unrepentant groans and the air was thick with the smell of sex, Sebastian felt truly himself. Sex was easy, sex was simple, and Sebastian was great at it. Which is why he never took the number of some trick in the backroom of a bar, it would interfere with his no strings attached lifestyle.
"Hey," the boy was now reaching out towards him still on his knees, "What are you -"
"Thanks for the blowjob," Sebastian pulled from his grasp and without a passing glance walked away. He moved swiftly through the room catching glimpses of men in the middle of various different sex acts. A couple even extended out their hands to pull him into their games but Sebastian was no longer in the mood. Leave it to someone to once again ask for some form of commitment from him to ruin his entire night.
Sebastian entered the main floor of the club where multi-colored lights painted themselves across the naked flesh of the dancers. The place was in full swing now, even more packed then it was when they arrived. He vaguely remembered that he had brought a group of tourists in that he probably should check on. He took a quick scan of the area, and sadly it did not take long for him to pick out Thad, Jeff and Nick who were doing a fine job of embarrassing themselves out on the dance floor. The three of them screamed straight virgins with their awkward hip shakes and waving arms. It was examples such as this that made Sebastian thankful the Warblers dancing was limited to shuffling and twirls, they'd never win a competition otherwise.
After five minutes of making sure no one was going to pounce on the three boys, Sebastian twisted his head to the left. Wes was leaning against the far wall arms crossed over his chest staring blankly at Sebastian. In short time Sebastian made his way to the head Warbler.
"Not dancing?" Sebastian jerked his head towards the others.
"I enjoy watching more," Wes replied simply.
"I bet you do," Sebastian flashed him a grin that Wes frowned at.
"Where's your other half?" Sebastian took the space next to Wes still scanning the dance floor; he had yet to spot Blaine.
"If you're referring to David," Wes drawled out, "He's currently discussing the validity of gender identity with a drag queen."
Sebastian laughed at the very thought of it but quickly silenced himself when Wes barely even smiled.
"Seriously now, where is he?"
Wes pointed across the room to where David was indeed engrossed in an animated conversation with a Tina Turner inspired drag queen. Leave it to David to have lively academic discussions at a gay club. With a shake of his head Sebastian turned away to continue his search for Blaine. A tiny part of himself was growing concerned that Blaine was not with the others.
"If you're looking for Blaine," Wes nudged his elbow in Sebastian's side, "He's up there."
Sebastian inclined his head back and is stunned to find Blaine standing where he had last left him.
"Has he been there the whole time?" Sebastian asked out loud.
"Yes, he has."
There was a subtle edge of disapproval to Wes's voice but Sebastian had no interest in finding what had Wes all bent out of shape. He needed to find out why Blaine refused to come down to the main floor. Not bothering to say goodbye to Wes, Sebastian purposefully pushed through the twisting bodies that were blocking his path to Blaine.
He slowly climbed up the metal stairs his eyes trained on Blaine the entire time. Blaine stare is fixed on the dance floor below but he's not focusing, he's checked out in his own world. Sebastian held back from advancing on Blaine which is why another man beat him to it.
Sebastian watches the scene in mild interest curious to see how it will play out. The man is early twenties, working the casual look with his unkempt brown hair and stubble across his jawline. He's a couple inches shorter than Sebastian but with a bulked up body of someone who regularly attends the gym for aesthetic purposes not for his health. He's dressed in a pair of worn jeans and black leather jacket. Not the type Sebastian imagined Blaine would be into.
The man stands beside Blaine not speaking or trying to catch Blaine's eyes. Sebastian knows the move; the man is testing out the waters while hoping Blaine will take notice of him. Sebastian feels partly smug when Blaine completely ignores him.
Thankful for the pounding bass Sebastian can easily move in closer without either of them knowing. He wants to hear what the man plans to do next to entice Blaine.
The man swerves his body to the left to get a better visual of Blaine. He dips his head to whisper something into Blaine's ear. The action startles Blaine out of thought he was lost in, who now stares up at the man with wide eyes. Sebastian can't help but admire Blaine's big, bashful eyes that he occasionally fantasizes about. What he wouldn't give to have those honey eyes gazing up at him with Blaine's down on his knees.
The man smirks, mistaking Blaine's lack of speaking to be a signal he's interested. His hand reaches up to grab Blaine's arm who falteringly takes a step back. The man shrugs off Blaine's obvious responses of dislike and continues to try break into Blaine's personal space. The expression of annoyance and part fear made an unknown feeling curl in Sebastian's chest. After two more unsuccessful passes Sebastian decided it's time to make it clear to this man that he is unwanted.
"Blaine," Sebastian sidles easily up to him wrapping an arm around Blaine's waist, "I've been trying to find you."
"Sebastian," Blaine breaths out in relief.
Sebastian suppresses the burst of pride that spreads through him at Blaine happiness to see him. Instead he lifts his head up to where the man stands irritated at Sebastian's appearance and he instantly recognizes him.
"How goes it Clark," Sebastian casually inquires, drawing Blaine closer to him.
"Sebastian," Clark mutters darkly, "Haven't seen you in a while. Been good?"
"The usual," Sebastian answered off-handedly, "I see you're up to your usual tricks. You really have a thing for jail bait don't you?"
Clark's jaw clenches at the underhanded allegation.
"An honest mistake," He gives Blaine a lingering stare that instinctively causes Sebastian hold onto Blaine tighter, "I mean minors aren't supposed to be in here. What would happen if I told someone about that?"
With a considering nod Sebastian replies, "Well I could tell them this fascinating story about a guy I know who specifically picks up minors and brings them in here to fuck. I'm sure they'd like to know who that was."
Clark glares openly at Sebastian who continues to give him a friendly smile.
"Have a nice night Sebastian," Clark stalks off having lost both Blaine and the verbal match to Sebastian.
"You too," Sebastian waves him off.
The minute Clark disappeared into the crowd Blaine disentangled himself and placed a reasonable amount of distance between them. Inwardly Sebastian protested no longer having Blaine's warm body pressed against his own but outwardly he smiled indulgently at him.
"Having fun?" Sebastian cocked an eyebrow at Blaine agitated twitch at the question.
"This isn't my thing," Blaine uttered in a low voice that Sebastian almost didn't hear him.
"You mean dancing, letting loose, and generally having fun?"
"I wouldn't call that dancing," Blaine gestured to the condensed crowd below them, "It's just horny people grinding on each other."
"And your point?" Sebastian countered playfully.
"It just makes me uncomfortable," Blaine's hands grip hard onto the metal railing in front of them, "Before that Clark two other men came up to offer me a blowjob."
"I think you're going have to get use to that," Sebastian chuckles under breath at Blaine's distressed reaction, "You're kind of a fantasy of a lot of guys, especially when you dress like a repressed librarian."
Blaine glances down at his outfit comprised of a form fitting black vest, purple bowtie, and dark slacks. He'd chosen these clothes because he hoped he'd blend in and be less conspicuous from the other club goers. Now Sebastian's words made him rethink his earlier decision.
"Perhaps I should have let Clark have his way with you," Sebastian continued in a light tone, "I know from experience that he knows what he's doing."
"Is there anyone left in Ohio who you haven't been with?"
Blaine flushed a deep red when Sebastian turned his green eyes directly on him.
"Sadly just you," Those dark green eyes trailed briefly up then down Blaine's body making sparks of pleasure course through him. Blaine ducked his head away unable to stand another minute of holding Sebastian's gaze when he looked at him like that. Like he wanted to drag Blaine away to a dark corner of the club and perform acts Blaine had only read about from the safety of his computer. Blaine tried to pay attention to the dancers below but the unmistakable heat from Sebastian's body was now inseparable from his own.
"You know I'd be more convinced that dancing wasn't your thing," Sebastian's mouth came right against Blaine's ear, "If you actually tried dancing."
Blaine's hands clenched so hard on the railing that they started to hurt. He bit down on his lower lip to prevent himself from answering. It had been a long time since a boy asked him to dance.
"If I can find a song that you can't possibly resist," Sebastian's fingers traced Blaine's shoulder blades, "Will you dance with me?"
Blaine turns to silently gap at Sebastian because who seriously makes proposals like that?
Probably the kind of person who offers to be someone's gay mentor.
Sebastian, not put off by Blaine's double-take, flashed Blaine a confident grin before disappearing into the smoke and multi-colored lights of the club. He tried to keep track of Sebastian's progress to the DJ booth but it was nearly impossible to accomplish with the amount of people everywhere. He chewed nervously on his bottom lip, hands sweating in gut wrenching anticipation. The effects Sebastian had on his body were incredibly inconvenient, especially when trying to stand up to him. After nearly five minutes Blaine hoped that perhaps Sebastian wasn't able to convince the DJ until the familiar opening chords of a song cut through the club.
Aggravated - spare for days
I troll downtown the red light place
Jump up bubble up - what's in store
Love is the drug and I need to score
Blaine seriously considered leaving, that calling for a cab and returning to Dalton was the best plan to avoid Sebastian. Because he was afraid that the combined effect of this song that was indeed one of his favorites and Sebastian's intense green eyes was going to be his undoing. He was halfway from walking away when he spotted Sebastian making his return. He advanced through the bodies of the thrashing dancers, his eyes locked on Blaine's.
Blaine noticed that a few of the dancers gave Sebastian appraising glances, some even tried to get closer to tempt him. However, Sebastian did not notice or acknowledge any of them but continued without even halting towards Blaine.
Showing out, showing out, hit and run
Boy meets girl where the beat goes on
Stitched up tight, can't shake free
Love is the drug, got a hook on me
It made the muscles in Blaine's stomach curl and tightens in excitement.
"Dance with me?" Sebastian offered his hand out to Blaine, "Don't pretend you don't know this song."
Blaine hesitated then slipped his hand into Sebastian's waiting one.
The two made their way down the stairs to the dance floor. At the start there was a comfortable distance between them as Blaine ineptly swayed to the music. Blaine suddenly became very aware of his body; the location of his hand still clasped in Sebastian's, how their legs occasionally brushed against each other, the curls of hair that had fallen onto his forehead that he was too nervous to brush away. As the song progressed the two moved closer unable to fight the crowding bodies surrounding them.
Late that night I park my car
Stake my place in the singles bar
Face to face, toe to toe
Heart to heart as we hit the floor
Sebastian's right hand then reached out to rest on Blaine's hip directing him so that their rhythm matched.
"Learning how to dance is very important," Sebastian didn't need to raise his voice since they were nearly flushed together.
"Why is that?" Blaine's nerves were buzzing and he welcomed the distraction.
"Tells people how good you are in bed," A cheeky grin spread across Sebastian's face as he spun Blaine around that ended with their bodies tight together, "So far you're screaming virgin."
A sense of light dizziness from the spin and the warmth of Sebastian's body pressed firmly against him. He wanted to scowl up at Sebastian but he continued to smile smugly down at Blaine making it hard to gather up the energy to be angry.
"Sorry to disappoint," Blaine mumbled dishearten.
"Don't be like that," Sebastian chuckled in amusement, "Just move your hips."
Lumber up, limbo down
The locked embrace, the stumble round
I say go, she say yes
Dim the lights, you can guess the rest
Sebastian's larger hands then wrapped themselves around Blaine's hips and gently applied pressure downward. Blaine followed the direction till he was nearly grinding with Sebastian. He couldn't remember the last time he let his body go loose like this. He felt every nerve in his body become alight with electric shock as though someone flicked on a switch. The background of swirling lights and bodies disappeared till only Sebastian remained to ground him.
"That's it," Sebastian whispered lowly in his ear making Blaine's knees almost give out, "Let your body ride the beat."
Blaine was close to losing it. A dull ache expanded across his chest that increased the more he focused on Sebastian. But it was impossible not to focus on Sebastian who suddenly became the only person Blaine wanted to see; his green almost blue eyes, his arched eyebrows, the sharp line of his jaw, his soft lips.
Blaine wanted to kiss those lips so badly.
Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I'm thinking of
Oh oh can't you see
Love is the drug for me
Then the song ended.
Blaine snapped back to a reality that came rushing forward. He backed away from Sebastian who let Blaine slip through his fingers without a fight. The two stared at each other neither able to explain what occurred and where to go afterwards.
"Bathroom," Blaine blurted out without reason, "I need to..."
He gave Sebastian a panicked look before rushing off the dance floor. Sebastian made no attempts to follow him even though a part of him wanted to.
Sebastian pushed open the door that led out to the back alley. The freezing October air hit him unrelentingly in the face sending a shudder through his body. The cold was a welcome departure from the oppressive heat from the inside of the club and helped clear out his mind. Sebastian was in a desperate need to get rid of the thoughts that plagued him constantly since his dance with Blaine. The images in his head were sharp and detailed of the many things he wanted to do with Blaine. Normally it was centered on sexually positions but lately his desires started shift to PG activities. He imagined what it would be like to hold Blaine's hand or how amazing it felt to be the one to make him smile. He never felt this way towards any of the boys or men he'd been with and it was disconcerting.
Sebastian braced himself on the cement wall of the building, trying to forget the events that transpired. Moments such as the strong urge to prevent Clark from making a move on Blaine, the light red blush across Blaine's cheeks when embarrassed or how amazing Blaine smelled when they danced together.
He let out a loud groan in annoyance. He really needed to start placing distance between himself and these thoughts.
His resolution lasted all of one minute when the source of his problems walked through the door.
"Sebastian?" Blaine called out, scanning the dark alley till he found Sebastian.
In the dim orange florescent street lights Blaine's eyes were a deep brown.
"What are you doing out here?" Blaine walked forward, wrapping hi arms around his chest to warm himself. Sebastian purged any ideas of gathering Blaine in his arms till any thought of being cold disappeared.
"Needed a break," Sebastian said simply, inexplicably he started to crave a cigarette. He wasn't much of a smoker but it would give his hands something to do.
"Me too," Blaine replied shyly, standing a couple feet from Sebastian.
The two lapsed into a silence that for Sebastian was exceedingly uncomfortable. He wasn't use to not knowing what to say, to be without a witty retort or hurtful comeback was jarring for him. He was about to excuse himself to hurry back into the club to find a suitable distraction when Blaine spoke up.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Blaine spoke bluntly but there's hesitance in the way his eyes darted back and forth.
"Shoot," Sebastian replied against his better judgment.
"What does," Blaine shuffled on his feet reminding Sebastian of a nervous kid, "What does sex mean to you?"
Sebastian took a minute to think that over because no one has asked him that before.
"Sex is about getting off," Sebastian answered simply, "About satisfying those urges."
"So you're not interested in being with someone you love?" Blaine tentatively asked.
"I think sex is comprised of two parts. Physical and emotional," Sebastian stared up at the strip of night sky visible through the crowded buildings, "In my experience the emotional gets in the way of the physical."
Blaine pursed his lips in contemplation of Sebastian's words.
"I don't think I could do that," Blaine sighed out, "Separate the two as easily as you do."
"Then prepare yourself for a miserable life," Sebastian countered bluntly.
"Does it hate to be miserable," Blaine raised his head up to gaze pensively at Sebastian, "To be with a person you love?"
Sebastian returned the stare making note of the hopeful light in Blaine's eyes that appear almost green now. Those ever changing hazel eyes are going to be his undoing.
He wants to tell Blaine that he'll be one of the lucky one who falls in love, the kind of love that'll be simple and perfect. The man he gives his heart to will never hurt him or let him down. That he'll get that happily-ever-after he's so desperate for.
"Let's go back inside," Sebastian gruffly stated shoving his hands in his jean pockets, "I think I'm up for round two in the back room."
He doesn't look back at Blaine. He doesn't say anything to answer his last question. He doesn't check to make sure Blaine follows him when he goes back inside. He doesn't care if Blaine sees him dance with another boy.
He doesn't think about a pair of hazel eyes.
A/N: This chapter ended in a sad place didn't it? : ( Thank you once again for everyone's continued support. To those who favorite me, add me to their alert list, leave a review, or read the chapter, I thank you. Hopefully next chapter will be out on the fifteenth.
Next Chapter: Blaine's bullies from his previous school return! The Warblers head off to Sectionals! A first kiss occurs!
