AN
Sorry it's been a while, I have another Fanfic, so I have been alternating a bit, it's proper Klaine if you want to read it, it's called "Golden Slumbers"
Anyway, I have a lot of exams at the moment and coming up so uploads might be a bit slow.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR GLEE AGH!
Please enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I wish I did, but I don't.
The light streamed through the curtains and Blaine blinked furiously against the intrusion. His head was pounding. He moaned absolutely sure that this was one of the worst hangovers he'd ever had, and for him, that was most definitely saying something. Going to a boys' boarding school, drinking parties were more than common.
Trying to concentrate on something else, Blaine looked around him and determined that at some point during the night he'd lost his contacts, he rolled his out-of-focus eyes, nice going, genius he thought, sarcastically.
Blaine squinted, in an attempt to see something, then examined himself. Oh dear God. His form was wrapped in a duvet and as far as he could see very, very naked. Something beneath him shifted and he became aware that his arm was pinning something alive to the bed.
This was not happening. Blaine unwound his arm from around the other boy and carefully sat up, pulling the bed sheets around his waist tightly. An unruly mop of brown hair turned and a blue eye peered up at him as he searched frantically for some clothes to put on.
Where are clothes when you need them? He thought desperately, scouring the room as best he could with his impaired vision, anything was better than allowing the severity of what seemed to of happened last night sink in, it did help that he couldn't remember anything.
He picked up his phone, which seemed to be the only thing of his he could find.. 27 texts and 16 missed calls from Kurt Hummel. Blaine moaned, and put his phone back down. He could deal with Kurt, not now. Not after what had happened last night. He needed to clear his head before he talked to his boyfriend.
He spotted what seemed to be his boxers and jeans by the door in the opposite corner of the room and groaned. They couldn't possibly be any further away, although he was glad they were still in the room.
"Blaine," a mix of relief and horror washed over him, as the owner of the blue eye spoke. It was definitely Sebastian. He'd slept with Sebastian. On the plus side it meant that it wasn't some stranger who could have had any kind of horrible disease, although they would at least have been easier to ignore. He sighed, he'd been getting on well with Sebastian, and now, not only had he messed that up, but he would also have nowhere to stay.
Either way the worst part of it all was that he'd just cheated on his boyfriend, brought himself even lower than what Kurt had done.
"Do you want me to get you your clothes?" Sebastian finished, after Blaine finally acknowledged him. Blaine's eyes ballooned in horror.
"No, don't you get up!" he said, eyeing Sebastian, who was still tightly wrapped up in his covers.
Confusion flashed across Sebastian's face, before he looked at Blaine – still naked and wrapped in a bed sheet – and realisation struck. He laughed and it was Blaine, this time, who looked at him in, slightly affronted, confusion.
Ignoring Blaine's protests, Sebastian struggled to his feet and Blaine's mouth dropped, the confusion in his eyes growing, and a glimmer of hope obvious. Apart from a few rips in his shirt, Sebastian was fully clothed.
"But you're...and I'm..." Blaine mumbled, becoming even more embarrassed. "So...we didn't?" Sebastian laughed, throwing Blaine his clothes and turning around to give Blaine a little privacy.
"You really don't remember anything do you? You were truly hammered." Blaine frowned at his back, as he pulled on his boxers, a feat which seemed a lot more vexing than usual due to the constant drumming in his head.
"Just answer the question," he said, rubbing his temple and heading towards the door. Sebastian followed him out and groaned a little at the smashed plant pot near the stair case.
"No, we didn't."
"What...did we do?" asked Blaine, glancing at the ominous scattering of clothes up the staircase and gulping.
"Nothing...bad," he said lightly, as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and walked towards the kitchen, Blaine relaxed a little. "You just attempted, very successfully I must say, to strip for me." There was a loud choking sound from from behind him and Sebastian turned to see Blaine staring at him in horror.
Seemingly unable to move due to the shock of learning of his stripper escapades, Sebastian manipulated Blaine into a chair. He was still shirtless, but Sebastian tried not to let it distract him.
"I'll make the coffee, you try and remember as much as you can, I think it'll be funnier than me just telling you," Blaine made a face at him and he grinned cheekily. "Plus, I would die to know what was going through your brain last night."
Blaine stared down at the marble kitchen surface, trying to grasp onto any memories of the previous night he could find. There weren't many, and anything he could remember was generally blurred and brief. His glasses case sat on the side and he picked it up, glad that he'd thought of bringing it when he'd left his own house. The clear vision did nothing for his memory.
Sebastian looked around his kitchen, it was big space, everything was modern looking and immaculate. It had always felt so empty, stylish yes, but just so soulless, but with Blaine sitting at the little breakfast bar, that jutted out into the middle of the kitchen, it didn't feel like that any more. For the first time his house felt like a home.
Shaking his head free of his these stupid thoughts, he set down the promised cup of coffee in front of Blaine, waking the other boy from his reverie.
"Remember anything yet?" he asked, sitting down next to the boy, who sipped his coffee before groaning in appreciation.
"Lots of drinking," Blaine said and Sebastian laughed, that was certainly true. "And you carried me home, right? I mean...back here." Sebastian's heart swelled a little when Blaine referred to his own house as home, a simple mistake, but nonetheless it made him feel good.
Sebastian nodded.
Blaine looked up at Sebastian and smiled before looking back into his drink, his eyes way out of focus.
"Sebastian?" he muttered, lifting his head out of the other boy's arms to stare him in the face.
"Yes Blaine?" his voice was a little strained from Blaine's weight, but they were nearly home now. Blaine reached his hand up and stroked Sebastian's face, who rolled his eyes.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" Blaine giggled, thrashing his arms around a little, making it difficult for Sebastian to keep hold of him. "BEAUTIFUL. You're just a beautiful man. I mean.." his eyes, unexpectedly, started to flood with tears. "...your just so beautiful."
Slightly alarmed by the change in Blaine's attitude, Sebastian looked down at him. "It's okay Blaine, come on, it's okay. No, don't cry. I'm not that beautiful." Blaine looked at him in shock.
"But you are," he insisted and Sebastian started to laugh a little. "I mean who else would just take me in. I'm – I'm like that little goat who lives with it's mean step sisters and who everyone ignores, but then a beautiful swan comes along, THAT'S YOU, an-and looks after the goat and the kisses him... and.. and.."
Sebastian looked down at the flailing boy in his arms and laughed, "You just mixed a hell of a lot of fairy tales together!" Blaine pouted, looking up at him, then a light flicked into his eyes.
"KISS ME!" he yelled and Sebastian almost dropped him, shaking his head vigorously as he put the other boy on his porch in order to get the keys out to open the door.
"But I want to be beautiful, like you, I mean, do you want me to be a goat forever?" Blaine moaned as Sebastian attempted to unwind his arms from around him. Finally successful, he took out the key and unlocked the door.
Blaine pouted as Sebastian once again lifted him up and carried him into the house.
After dumping Blaine on the sofa Sebastian went to close the door. He ignored the ominous clunking sounds from behind him, up until some form of material landed on his head. He pulled it off himself, turning around as he did, and looked down at the checked suit jacket that belonged to Blaine.
He raised his eyes slowly, his mouth falling open in shock.
"Blaine, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Sebastian watched in a mix of horror and appreciation as Blaine started to unbutton his shirt. "No, Blaine, your drunk, put your clothes back on." Blaine ignored him and winked, going over to the stereo and pressing buttons sloppily until a song came on, playing very loudly.
Sebastian groaned, as Blaine started to sing along.
When you're walkin' down the street
And the man tries to get your business
And the people that you meet
Want to open you up like Christmas
Blaine was slowly unbuttoning more of his shirt, whilst Sebastian was trying to not get too distracted by the abs that were starting to show. "Blaine please, don't," he laughed, he wasn't sure whether this was hot, or just purely hilarious. "You are gonna regret this so much in the morning."
Cause you're filthy Oooh, and I'm gorgeous
Cause you're filthy Oooh, and I'm gorgeous
You're disgusting Oooh, and you're nasty
And you can grab me oooh, cause you're nasty
Blaine had now successfully removed his shirt completely and as Sebastian attempted to get passed him, he wrapped the shirt around his neck. "BLAINE!" he yelled in alarm.
When you're runnin' from a trick
And you trip on a hit of acid
You gotta work for the man
But your biggest moneymakers' flaccid
You gotta keep your shit together
With your feet on the ground
Sebastian stopped fighting Blaine and instead, for what felt like the dozenth time that night, picked him up and carried him upstairs. At least his arms would do well out of this. Blaine kept singing loudly, his legs and arms swinging wildly, eventually colliding with a plant pot, which fell on it's side and smashed on the hard floor.
Cause you're filthy Oooh, and I'm gorgeous
Cause you're filthy Oooh, and I'm gorgeous
You're disgusting Oooh, and you're nasty
And you can grab me oooh, cause you're nasty
Dumping Blaine on his bed and trying not to focus on how very shirtless he was, Sebastian stumbled across his room to find the light switch, although he had more inhibition than Blaine, it wasn't by that much.
Slamming the lights, on he turned to find himself face to face with Blaine, who closed the gap pressing his lips against Sebastian's, which opened in shock, allowing Blaine's tongue in.
Sebastian was so absorbed in the fulfilment of the dream that had been haunting his sleep for so long now that he couldn't even think. But this was wrong. Blaine was going out with Kurt and he knew that if he did what Blaine wanted him to do right now, tomorrow morning the other boy would get up and leave, without even looking back. He couldn't just become a mistake.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. He finally had the boy he'd fantasised about exactly where he wanted him, but he wouldn't do it. A month ago he would have just gone with it, and not thought about the consequences, but he cared about Blaine too much for that. He no longer just wanted to have his body for one night, he now wanted the whole of him. Forever.
Still reluctant he pulled his face away from Blaine's, and looked at him. The other boy had been busy during his little reverie, and was now standing there in his boxers, he pulled Sebastian towards the bed and pushed him down.
"Blaine, no, we're not going to have sex," Sebastian said as Blaine clambered on top of him.
"But, I want to...I want to be a Swan too. I DON'T LIKE BEING A GOAT." Sebastian looked at the other boy in exasperation, there wasn't much longer his resolve could last.
"No, Blaine, PUT YOUR BOXERS BACK ON!" Sebastian attempted to cover Blaine's indecency, who laughed and threw his pants over his shoulder, where they joined his jeans. "You don't want to do this, come on please, just stop, you're too drunk to make good decisions,"
Blaine suddenly pinned him to the bed and at first Sebastian thought he was trying to continue with his sexual intentions, then he started to snore. Sebastian just laughed quietly and attempted to get into a comfortable position to sleep.
It was evening before the two of them had managed to unearth the full story of what had happened and even then they couldn't quite work out at which point Sebastian's shirt had ended up in shreds.
"I'm sorry," said Blaine, awkwardly. Sebastian looked at him in surprise and laughed.
"Why?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow and Blaine looked at him in disbelief.
"Sebastian, I drunkenly tried to...well you know," Blaine blushed and Sebastian laughed some more. "You were drunk Blaine, I'm not gonna blame you for the alcohol."
Blaine looked at him gratefully, "Thanks." He closed his eyes against the still banging hangover and stretched his hand out on to the table. The table felt softer than normal, he squished it. It squished back.
Blaine tentatively opened an eye, to see his hand entwined in another. He leaned his head down onto the other boys shoulder and felt a hand wrap around his waist.
Upstairs the missed calls on Blaine's phone collected, the screen flashing with the name 'Kurt Hummel'.
AN aw, Sebastian's being all in love :) BUT BLAINE'S IGNORING KURT, SO HE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT BURT.
What did you think about Blaine's drunk escapades?
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Song used is Filthy/Gorgeous by scissor sisters!
~Swan
