Hey once again thanks too anyone who is currently following this story...sorry for the wait! Here is the next chapter. PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW! It would make me very happy ;)
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Blaine was not happy. After the week he had had the LAST thing that he wanted to do was sit through one of his father's stuffy dinner parties. Of course this Friday, when Blaine had already made plans with Nick and Jeff to go out and drink until everything was funny, was the night that his father had decided on for this dreaded affair. Blaine was used to these dinner parties; he was after all an Anderson. So Blaine knew when his father told him that an old friend of his (who just happened to also be very politically connected…coincidence? Rigggght) Anthony Symthe, his son and his daughter were coming for dinner, what to expect.
Like every other dinner party Blaine had attended he had no doubt that it would be a long boring meal, rife with snide, underhand comments about how 'manly' Mr. Symthe's son was or how very attractive his daughter was…and oh? Wouldn't it be great for Blaine to spend time playing more sports like said son, or maybe take said daughter out for dinner sometime? Yes, Blaine was used to his father barely disguised disgust in his son, and he was used to the blatant favoritism his mother placed on Cooper. It was safe to say Blaine resented having to cancel his plans to play pretend 'happy' family for the night.
In protest Blaine refused to don his usual impeccable dress. Opting instead to leave out the gel, allowing his wild curls to be free of control and donning his glasses that he normally used only for school classes. His mother however put her foot down at jeans and he was therefore forced to wear a suit, much to his displeasure. (He found this rather hypocritical of his mother as she had made an excuse and was not attending the stupid dinner at all).
While Blaine had prepared himself for an unpleasant evening it wasn't until he saw who Anthony Symthe's children were that he truly realized just how unpleasant the evening would be. Ashley SYMTHE, Shit! Blaine thought as he watched the sly way the pretty blond flashed a bright smile at his father and said in a voice dripping with honey "Oh, it's SUCH a pleasure to meet you Mr. Anderson. I knew that you would be distinguished since Blaine is your son, but your soo much younger than I expected" she batted her eyelashes coyly.
"Now, now you know how to make an old man feel young again. You know my son Blaine?" Mr. Anderson smiled at her hope and curiosity evident.
"Oh, VERY well" Ashley all but purred. Blaine felt like slamming his head into the wall. "Daddy and Sebastian are just behind me, I had cheerleading so they took a separate vehicle" she added to explain her solitary appearance.
"Blaine, why don't you take Ashley's coat?" Mr. Anderson directed at Blaine, who was trying to edge is way quietly out of the room.
Blaine gave his father and Ashley a forced smile that fell well on this side of a grimace before grabbing Ashley's coat and fleeing. Due to his abrupt retreat Blaine missed Mr. Symthe's and Sebastian's arrival shortly after.
Instead of going back downstairs to rejoin his stalker and everyone else Blaine tossed Ashley's coat on the guest bed and flopped down rubbing his temples. So much for avoidance. Knowing his father and guessing from Ashley's antics he fully expected to be engaged by dessert.
'I don't think hiding is considered to be an appropriate host activity" a low smooth voice interrupted his pouting.
Blaine shot up into a sitting position, startled. His eyes fell on one of the most attractive guys he had ever seen. The guy appeared to be close to his age, and had the tall, lithe figure of a model, which paired with his artfully tossed brown hair and piercing green eyes he likely was. Blaine felt himself starring open mouthed at the teen, before pulling himself together feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck. He managed to sputter "W-who are you?" (Why was this, the question that seemed to always pop out of his mouth when startled?)
The teen smirked at him, letting those green eyes trail very obviously up and down Blaine's body. Blaine fought a second blush that was threatening to embarrass him. "hmmmm….now I understand what all the fuss is about" the boy said his grin getting wider, "Sebastian Symthe" he added extending his hand.
Blaine felt himself gulp. Why was he getting nervous? No one got under his skin this fast. He steeled his nerves and flashed a charming smile (he hoped) at Sebastian before determinedly grasping the offered hand. " Blaine Anderson" he offered somewhat shyly.
"It's a pleasure" Sebastian purred (okay so now he saw the family resemblance). Sebastian's heated gaze was broke by the sound of Mr. Anderson calling "Blaine! Get down here!"
Blaine sighted, "duty calls" he said dryly.
"Please after you" Sebastian smirked as if he held a secret that Blaine was not privy too.
At this point Blaine's nerves where too shot to care. He walked past Sebastian out into the hallway leading towards the stairs and dining room. Blaine could feel Sebastian staring at him as he trailed after the warbler. Yes, Blaine thought, 'tonight was going to a looong evening'.
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Sebastian was man enough to admit (well okay only to himself but still) that he was actually excited for his father's dinner party invitation. Normally, Sebastian hated these things but Sebastian had not been allowed out in way way too long, so the idea of interacting people besides his pretentious ass of a father or his nutcase of a sister was appealing to say the least. He was even more thrilled when he discovered that it was the Anderson's whose place they would be venturing. (Mr. Anderson was some big shot senator or something boring like that). Sebastian could care less about kissing some pompous prick's ass, but his son's ass on the other hand….well Sebastian would not be entirely opposed.
Not to mention, he had managed to garner a few details (mainly via hacking Ashley's facebook account… what? He had a lot of time lately, so sue him) of how her 'date' had gone. He knew he would be treated to some drama regardless if he got anything from the senator's son.
Sebastian was well versed in 'the game.' Some might call him cocky, but they were jealous. Sebastian just knew how to get what he wanted from people. He was skilled with his words and knew how to use his looks to his advantage. He was an accomplished manipulator. In fact, by the time he was done, whoever it was that he was seducing usually thought it was their idea in the first place. So it had been with this confidence that he strategically sought out Blaine having garnered his whereabouts from Mr. Anderson and Ashley's conversation.
And it was with this confidence that he entered what must have been a guest room (judging by the lack of personalized items) to find a slim, fit teen sprawled across the green duvet. Sebastian can admit he was perhaps a little shell shocked by the youth's appearance. He had known the Warbler was attractive (to gain Ashley's starkerish attention he would have to be) but Sebastian was not quite prepared by just how beautiful Blaine was. Blaine had a tousled mess of dark curls framing almost delicate features, long lashes gracing his high cheekbones, not quite obscured by a pair of ridicules 'librarian' looking glasses…and his mouth. Well let's just leave it at the fact that Sebastian could instantly picture about a 1000 things he could do to that mouth. Sebastian had been equally shocked when those eyelashes parted and revealed intense hazel-gold eyes, but Sebastian was the kind of cool and had easily sipped into his cocky armor.
When he discovered just how uncomfortable he could make Blaine with his overly flirtations and saw the lovely blush that spread through Blaine's cheeks, he knew that Blaine was his for the taking.
So he was not all that despaired when Mr. Anderson's harsh tenor had interrupted their conversation. He happily trailed behind the warbler as Blaine led him towards the dining room, plus from this angle he could get a better appreciation for that perky ass.
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Blaine could not remember having ever sat through a more awkward meal (and that was taking into account a dinner with a republican homophobic minister and his father's mistress…and yes his mother had been present). Between Sebastian's very sexually suggestive manner of consuming asparagus and Ashley trying to play footsie, not to mention his father's blatant attempts of setting him up with said cheerleader; all set to Mr. Symthe's attempts to be polite and inquire into Blaine's interests, which really just resulted in barbed comments from Blaine's father, the meal was unbearably long.
It's didn't help that no matter how hard Blaine attempted to appear indifferent to Sebastian's presence, he could not help his gaze wandering to the gorgeous teen sitting across from him. Of course Sebastian was aware of his affect on Blaine and of course he used it to send Blaine looks that turned the smaller boy's cheeks a bright shade of crimson. This did nothing to help with his father and Ashley who wrongly assumed his blush was related to Ashley's flirtatious comments.
By the time dessert arrived all Blaine wanted was to flee, how was it that a boy he had only just met could make him so uncomfortable and nervous? He couldn't quite decide if he'd rather run towards or away from the teen.
"So, Sebastian…Anthony tells me you were a top scholar back in Paris" Mr. Anderson said, as Marta placed dishes of crème brule in front of them.
Of course Sebastian had lived in Paris, meaning he probably spoke French fluently. Blaine willed himself not to think of his particular fondness (okay kink) for the native Parisian language.
"That would be correct sir. I don't doubt that I'd be top of the class at Dalton, IF I was attending…well that and if Blaine would concede his lead of course" Sebastian answered smirking at Blaine. Even as Blaine tried to appear unaffected by the casual way Sebastian said his name, the way Sebastian said IF made Blaine wonder just what the story behind the teen's comment was.
"Um, where are you going to school at the moment?" Blaine asked knowing it was probably a nosey question but he was genuinely curious.
"I'm being home schooled" Sebastian replied in a tone that made it seem as if he's swallowed something particularly distasteful.
Anthony quickly interrupted the conversation, "So my daughter tells me your choir performed for her cheer squad" he directed at Blaine.
Blaine fought the urge to roll his eyes at both the word 'choir' and the fact that Ashley had told her father about the warbler's performance. He could have sworn he heard Sebastian snort with laughter. He wondered what else Ashley had mentioned.
"We're an Acapella group actually, and yes we wanted to practice in front of an audience before competition season begins" Blaine replied as politely as he could.
"I've told Blaine a million times, singing is a foolish and queer hobby but you know kids…do they listen?" Mr. Anderson broke in, attempting a jovial tone but falling short.
Blaine tensed at the word queer but held his tongue, he'd had this argument far too many times and his father's continued allowance of him being a Warbler was tenuous at best. Apparently Sebastian didn't have the same qualms.
"I suppose I'm rather queer then, I happen to LOVE watching men sing and grind to sexy back" Sebastian stated as the silence dragged on.
Blain nearly choked on his dessert, while Mr. Symthe spat "Sebastian enough" and sent his son a poisonous look, which Sebastian did not look the least bit affected by. Mr. Anderson looked shocked (Blaine was pretty sure that he had assumed that since Sebastian had been some sort of lacrosse star back in Paris that he was straight).
After several uncomfortable minutes of silence, Mr. Symthe directed the conversation safely to golf where it remained ( thankfully) the rest of the meal. Ashley remained persistent in flirting, while Sebastian continued his apparent mind games for the remainder of the evening. Blaine was more than a little thankful when Mr. Symthe announced that it was time for them to head home.
As the family gathered their belongings, Sebastian sidled up to Blaine and said in a rather seductive tone, "good luck at sectionals, I'll be sure to watch your performance" he paused before adding "I really do love the theme this year."
As Blaine gaped at him, trying to form a coherent sentence, Sebastian winked and walked out the door. Great Blaine though staring after him, Of course Sebastian was going to be in the audience. That very thought brought a whole slew of song ideas to Blaine's mind. Not one of them family friendly.