AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this took so long to get out. It was a combination of life getting busy now that the school year has started up again and just not really having any inspiration to write. I would like to say I am not racist…but Sebastian is…kinda…you'll see what I mean lol.
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Untitled Blaine/Sebastian Project That Will Rock
Chapter 10: Lazy Sunday
Blaine's eyes fluttered open when he felt a tingling sensation against his stomach. He squinted in the dark, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. The light from the moon did little to illuminate his surroundings. He was startled when his mind registered the pressure next to him.
It was then that he remembered his night with Sebastian: seeing Mr. Smythe abuse him and then their subsequent heart-to-heart conversation. He saw Sebastian as he rubbed his cheek further into his stomach. The Warbler's fingers began lightly brushing Blaine's skin that had become exposed at some point during their sleep. Blaine couldn't help the small smile that began tugging on his lips or the slight sigh that escaped them.
He leaned back into his pillow and enjoyed the sensation as small tingles traveled through his chest and abdomen. He momentarily thought of Kurt before pushing the thought away. It was innocent and Sebastian wasn't even awake. Where was the harm? The caresses continued and the sensations soon started drifting further south.
Blaine's heart began beating quickly from nerves. Not only was he lying in bed with a boy who wasn't his boyfriend, but his body chose that moment to proudly proclaim that it was enjoying the attention it was receiving.
Blaine moved his arm, hoping to arrange his sheets in order to hide his arousal when his eyes found a pair of green orbs staring back at him. His hand froze mid-movement.
"Looks like you're enjoying yourself there Killer."
His voice was low, coarse from its lack of use while sleeping. The slight growling effect made Blaine breathe even harder. He remained motionless, unsure of what to do. His mind and his flesh were screaming out contradictory directions, pleas.
Blaine may not have been fully cognizant of what was happening, but his body was fully aware of what was being done to it. He could see and feel Sebastian's fingers lightly tracing circles around the sensitive area. It was such a simple and small action, but it was delivering waves of pleasure to his body. He could feel his body start to tremble, as Sebastian's fingers started moving lower, following the trail of soft hairs down to the waistband of his shorts.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall backwards into his pillow as the sensations overtook his body. It had been a long time since he had been touched in such a manner. Even when Kurt was in Lima, the majority of their relationship's intimacy was experienced through conversation.
Blaine's breath became more ragged, breaking and then speeding up without warning. He opened his eyes and looked down at the source of his pleasure, those same green eyes.
A small smile came back to his face, to his trembling lips, when he saw that he was still the focus of Sebastian's eyes. They were trained on him when he turned away and they were still awaiting him when he turned back. Blaine's heart warmed at the small, insignificant gesture: this was more than just a middle-of-the-night hook-up.
It was then that Blaine felt a stronger pull on his shorts. He looked down at his garment, then back at Sebastian, the silent question in the other boy's eyes. Blaine nodded his head and then stopped breathing when he felt the fabric being pulled away from his body. A small part of him knew this was wrong, but he could care less about that small voice in his head as his body was screaming for more. He felt the coolness of the night air surround his legs as he was left fully exposed. Any insecurities of being on display were short lived as he saw Sebastian's mouth descend onto him.
Warmth.
Wetness.
Blaine's head flew backwards again and slammed into his pillow. A low groan escaped his mouth as his hands desperately grabbed at the sheets beneath him. He opened his eyes and looked back down at Sebastian, melting at the sight of his green eyes, once again never leaving him.
"Sebast…"
Blaine was unable to even finish the name before whimpers interrupted his attempt. It was as if his body was on fire. He could feel the small droplets of sweat forming on his brow as his hips began thrusting further and quicker into the warmth of Sebastian's mouth.
Blaine could feel himself reaching the edge as he felt Sebastian's hands rubbing up and down his chest and stomach. He could feel his eyes go unfocused as his entire body tensed.
Just as he thought his body would explode, his felt a finger dragging itself from Sebastian's mouth and moving lower…
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Blaine opened his eyes as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He blinked as he looked around his room. His breathing was still coming hard as he began to recall the events of his dream. He could feel his cheeks grow red as the dream flashed through his mind. He looked down and scowled as he saw that his cheeks weren't the only part of his body that were affected by the dream.
He turned his head to look at the emptiness next to him in his bed. He was initially glad that Sebastian wasn't there to witness him falling victim to his own teenage hormones. He could only imagine the days, possibly weeks, of endless torture and teasing that he would have had to endure at the hands of Sebastian Smythe. His smile appeared as he imagined the witty remarks that would spew out of the boy's mouth.
His mouth…
Blaine's thoughts were brought back to his dream. The smile on his face was slowly replaced by a frown.
Sebastian was gone. Why was he gone? Why wasn't he lying next to him? Where was he?
Blaine started looking around his room for signs that his friend had left. He was comforted when he saw that Sebastian's clothes were still lying all around his room. He was confused as to how Sebastian could create such a mess with so few articles of clothing. How was it possible for his clothes to be positioned all around the room? Blaine walked over and picked up the boy's shirt. He turned and saw a sock in the opposite corner of the room. Did Sebastian battle a Crumple-Horned Snorkack while changing?
His head snapped towards his door when he heard a crash ringing through the halls followed by a muffled voice. Blaine smiled. While he couldn't hear what was being said, he could certainly imagine the string of four-lettered words that were probably flying out of his friend's mouth. He dropped the shirt back onto the chair it had been draped over.
As he walked down the hallway, he immediately froze when he passed by a mirror. He turned his head to stare at his reflection, at the hideous beast that stared back at him and cursed as he ran desperately back towards his bathroom to tame his hair, the hair that Sebastian had surely seen when he had woken up.
Blaine cringed and cursed his parents for giving him his unruly, curly hair. Sections of it were matted down while others had broken free from their gel-fortified prisons and were puffing up at random spots around his head. Coupled with the sweat from his dreams, Blaine looked like a genuine drug addict. Clearly all he was missing were some needle tracks on his arms and a Courtney Love soundtrack playing in the background.
He patted down some sections while teasing others. He gave up after five minutes of attempting to rectify the "situation" that was his bed head. It wasn't completely horrible, but it wasn't exactly an attractive look. Why couldn't he be one of those guys who woke up with that perfect hairstyle? His natural afro had always been a source of insecurity. Blaine grimaced as he took one last look before putting his toothbrush back in its holder and walking back down the hall.
As he entered his kitchen, he was shocked to see Sebastian putting plates of food on the island counter in front of two of the stools. Seeing Sebastian Smythe serving dinner was a sight that Blaine didn't think he'd ever live to see. Seeing a shirtless Sebastian Smythe serving food seemed more like the beginning scene of a porno video than anything from real life.
He also saw the pile of Tupperware containers sprawled across the floor, most likely the source of the earlier crash. He smiled as Sebastian spotted him. The boy smiled, but then seemed to remember the mess he made. He watched Sebastian's eyes shoot over to the Tupperware on the floor before returning to him.
"I was going to clean it up, but…"
Blaine smirked as he finished Sebastian's sentence: "…you couldn't lower yourself to the level of a maid or butler?"
Sebastian smiled as his pulled his body up to its fullest height. "Isn't that why they invented immigrants?"
Blaine couldn't help the small laugh that escaped his lips. He shook his head at his friend.
"I shouldn't be laughing at that. It's racist and offensive." Blaine was sure the message of his words would have been far more impactful if they weren't delivered with a smile.
Sebastian smiled as he replied, "I'm kidding. Loosen up Anderson. Besides, I was raised by nannies from all over the world."
"Kidding at others' expense," Blaine corrected. "Really? How come so many?"
"Apparently it was a difficult environment to work in," Sebastian shrugged. "Maybe the baby was a brat or something."
Blaine laughed as Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows.
"So what's with the food Rachel Ray? I didn't know you could cook." Blaine walked over and sat down in front of one of the plates. He also noticed how the rest of the island was covered with plates of eggs, bacon, sausages, fruit, toast, and a few other breakfast items.
"Wait," Blaine said as his eyes shot over to his sink, "you could clean all the dishes it took to make this but you couldn't pick up Tupperwear?"
Sebastian laughed as he walked over and slid onto the stool next to Blaine. Blaine tensed as he felt the warmth radiating from Sebastian's body.
Sebastian's lack of a shirt had taken its effect on Blaine, and the events of his dream came flooding back into his memory. He did his best to quell the blushing that was surely evident on his face.
"Do these hands look like they've ever washed a dish in their life?" Sebastian asked as he held his hands up. "I didn't cook this, though I appreciate the vote of confidence in my ability to pull this off." He smiled as he began chewing on some eggs.
"So if you didn't cook any of this, how did—"
"The called the diner a few blocks away and had them deliver the food." Sebastian chewed his food before continuing. "I was hungry when I woke up. I was going to wake you so you could cook us something, but you looked very…happy sleeping, so I thought I'd get us food."
Blaine smiled. Who said Sebastian Smythe couldn't be sweet and caring?
"Besides, you look pretty scary in the morning with your crack-head hair and the dry drool on your cheek."
Blaine wished the ground would open up at that very moment and swallow him whole. He could feel his face turn beet red as he looked down and desperately tried to think of something to do or say to change the subject. He was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a soft chuckle.
"I'm just teasing you Anderson." Sebastian popped a piece of bacon into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed before continuing, "Well…sort of, but you somehow make 'crack head' look cute."
Blaine grew even more embarrassed. He decided shoving food into his mouth was probably a good idea. A person can't talk with a mouth full of food. It then became his mission to perpetually have food in his mouth until the subject had changed.
A few minutes passed. Blaine soon grew less frantic and started to relax. He looked over and watched as Sebastian absentmindedly chewed on another piece of bacon. Suddenly, Blaine started looking around his kitchen and realized that things weren't making sense.
"Sebastian," he started, "how did you know about the dine—"
"Siri," Sebastian replied as he picked up his phone and shook it slightly.
"But that dine—"
"They told me they didn't deliver when he I called, but I just took that as a personal challenge to help them see that their current policies weren't exactly the most convenient for willing and paying customers."
"How did you—"
"Money."
Blaine looked at Sebastian, at the sly smirk that was once again on his lips. He smiled and shook his head.
"How much did you have to pay them to deliver this food?" Blaine asked as he took a bite of his toast. "And please don't tell me you ordered toast."
Sebastian shrugged his shoulders again. "I don't know how to make toast."
"You don't know how to make toast?"
"What about that statement confuses you? Honestly Anderson, public school has really begun to rot your brain." Sebastian said with an air of offense. "You should have that school checked for mold."
Blaine wasn't so easily distracted. "No…no, no no. You don't get off that easily—"
"That's where you're wrong," Sebastian replied with a wink.
"What I meant was" Blaine continued, "how is it possible that you don't know how to make toast?"
"Why are you so stuck on this? It's not like you know how to build a house or something as equally lower class."
Blaine laughed as he responded, "Did you really just compare making toast to building a house?"
"What's the difference?" Sebastian asked as he frowned.
"A simple household appliance that you can buy for under $20." Blaine punctuated his statement by walking over to the toaster sitting on the counter and holding it up for Sebastian to see.
"This is a toaster, Sebastian," he said. "You put sliced break in these two holes and press this button. You then wait for about a minute for the toast to magically spring up from the contraption. When it does that, your toast is then ready to be eaten."
Sebastian was scowling as Blaine finished using a baby voice.
"Clearly that $50 I spent was put to waste as you seem to have woken up on the bitchy side of the bed today." Sebastian glared as he continued speaking. "I'm so glad I let you sleep in. I would be so uneducated without your demonstration on how to use a toaster. If I ever find myself living in West Virginia with a trucker named Bubba, I will surely be in your debt."
Blaine immediately felt bad for his teasing. Sebastian was right. He had been nice enough to let Blaine sleep. He went to the trouble of finding them food and paying extra to have to it delivered. And here Blaine was, making fun of him. He put the toaster down and walked over to his friend.
"You're right," he said as he tried to use his most potent puppy-dog look. "I'm sorry. What you did was incredibly sweet and thoughtful, and I'm just standing here making fun of you."
He watched as Sebastian seemed unimpressed at his apology. Blaine thought for a way to make it up to the Warbler when Sebastian turned back to his plate, the scowl still on his face.
He didn't know why, but it was suddenly very important to him to make Sebastian smile again. He smiled as a thought came to him. He winced as he hesitated before putting his fingers on his scalp and shaking them vigorously. He watched as Sebastian turned to face him once more.
Blaine stood there with a smile, silently asking for a truce.
"Crack head hair?"
Blaine smiled as he shrugged his shoulders.
Sebastian smiled. "Do you really thinking giving yourself crack-head hair will make everything ok?"
Blaine shrugged his shoulders once more and hoped for the best. He felt infinitely lighter and happier when Sebastian laughed and offered him another piece of toast.
The two boys sat at the island counter and ate and talked. They stayed away from the heavy topics of Kurt and Sebastian's father. It was as if they made a silent pack to not address the sources of stress in their lives. It was just a lazy Sunday morning for the two teenagers as they sat eating breakfast. The fly on the wall would surely be jealous of the easiness of their conversation and relationship.
"So what do you want to do today?" Blaine asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're staying with me tonight, aren't you?"
Blaine remembered Mr. Smythe's words about not wanting his son back in their house until Monday.
"Oh," Sebastian's smile faltered, "no. Thanks, but I can find a place tonight. Don't worry about it Blaine."
Blaine offered him a lopsided smile before responding: "Clearly you don't know me as well as I thought you did. I'm a worrier. I worry. It's what I do. Besides, you're clearly in need of a cooking lesson, I happen to have a gourmet kitchen, we need to eat dinner at some point, and we still have more Gossip Girl episodes to watch."
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Sebastian tried his best to downplay the smile that was fighting to break free on his lips. How long had he waited to have this with the shorter boy? How long had he watched Blaine's ridiculously "cutesy" relationship with Kurt and wished to replace the fashion abusing he-she? Sure, fucking Blaine's body into complete exhaustion was another fantastic option, but these sorts of moments were also pretty attractive.
His mind went back to the reason for his being there. He was there because Blaine saw how his dad treated him. This was just a pity date. He frowned. Did Blaine really want him there, or was this just his hero complex coming out? Sebastian Smythe was many things, but he was no one's charity case.
"Look, you don't have to pretend to—" but Blaine cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
"How many times do I have to say it before you finally believe me?" Blaine asked as he grabbed on of Sebastian's hands. "I want you here Sebastian. This isn't me feeling sorry for you. This isn't me treating you like some invalid who can't take care of himself. This is just a guy asking his…" Sebastian's heart stopped when Blaine paused, "his friend to spend the day with him, cook some spaghetti, and maybe watch some CW television afterwards."
Sebastian could feel his tongue caught in his mouth. He tried to say something, but it seemed as though words were beyond his capabilities at that moment.
Blaine's eyes.
He was paralyzed by them. There was something in those hazel pools that assured him that he, Sebastian Smythe, was most definitely wanted in that house. He didn't even notice the smile that claimed its place on his mouth. It was soon followed by a nervous chuckle and a ducking of the head.
When did he become such a pansy?
Sebastian immediately straightened his back and pulled out his signature smirk.
"Fine, I suppose it would be a bit rude of me to let you beg like this." His heart warmed at the beaming smile that responded to his statement. He hid his excitement of course; after all, he was Sebastian Smythe. Despite the fact that this was Blaine, he still didn't feel completely comfortable being so mushy. Sarcasm and insults were his comfort zone. His proverbial 'safety blanket'.
"And speaking of rude," Sebastian pointed with the piece of back that he held in his hand, "you should really go do something about that hair."
He smiled as Blaine once again turned red.
"I feel like it's looking at me." He laughed as Blaine immediately turned around and retreated out of the room. Sebastian called out after him, "Cheer up Anderson! It was just an excuse to watch you walk out of the room. I love an ass in athletic shorts!"
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As Blaine walked down the hall, he heard his phone ringing in his room. He quickened his steps to retrieve the small device. He froze where he stood when he saw the name and picture on the screen: Kurt.
He really didn't want to answer the phone. The day was already going so well (drug-influenced hair insults included), but he also knew that ignoring his boyfriend's phone call was probably not the best thing to do, especially when you had a shirtless boy in your kitchen (especially when you had a sex dream about said shirtless boy).
"Hi."
"Oh, Hi Blaine…" Kurt's voice trailed off.
"Were you expecting someone else?" Blaine asked as he sat down on his chair. "You sound surprised that it was me."
"Oh no," Kurt replied hurriedly, then seemed to pause as if unsure of how to continue, "I just didn't know if you'd want to pick up my call."
There was an awkward pause as both boys sat silently, trying to think of something to say while waiting for the other to speak.
"So," Blaine began, "umm…was there a reason that you called?"
He grimaced as he realized how rude his words could be interpreted. "I mean, not that you need a reason to call. I just…didn't know if you had a…specific reason for calling this morning."
That sounded lame.
"No, I just wanted to say hi and see how your weekend went…is going, I guess I should say." Kurt's words were accompanied with a forced laugh that reeked of discomfort.
Blaine looked at the door, thinking of his fr…of Sebastian downstairs in the kitchen. His mind wandered back to the boy on the other end of the line: his boyfriend, the one who he was supposed to be missing.
"It's going well. Just spending some time with friends. You know," he added, "nothing too fancy. How about yourself? How is…" he paused as he willed himself to say the name, "how is Kelly doing?"
"It's been fantastic, Blaine!" he could hear the excitement in Kurt's voice. "Last night we were—"
"Blaine! Have you seen my pants or shirt anywhere? As much as you enjoy seeing the perfection that is my body, I should probably put some clothes back on."
Blaine stopped breathing as he watched Sebastian walk into the room. The Warbler had yelled his question as he walked down the hall. There was no way in the world that Kurt hadn't heard him. But maybe he was just being pessimistic. Maybe Kurt hadn't heard—
"Who is that?"
Blaine panicked as he looked at Sebastian, pleaded for him to help him. The only help he received was an expectant look.
"Hold on for a second," Blaine said as he stood up and handed Sebastian the pair of pants that he had been sitting on. Sebastian smiled his thanks and walked over to look for his shirt.
"Blaine?"
"It's…that…it's not what it sounds like?" He winced as he once again heard his own words. When did that statement ever precede the truth? The hard part was that it really wasn't what it sounded like.
"Is that Sebastian, Blaine?" The question came out slow, as if Kurt didn't really want to ask it.
"…yeah. It's…it's Sebastian." He looked up and saw the other boy turn around slowly and look at him. The smirk that had once been on Sebastian's lips was now absent.
"Kurt?" the boy mouthed at Blaine. When he nodded, he looked at Sebastian and tilted his head, asking for some privacy.
Sebastian obliged as he walked back towards the door, his pants still in his hand. He stopped and turned around. "Hi Hummel. I was just joking with your boyfriend. See if you can pull that stick out of his ass. He's glaring at me right now!"
Blaine shot Sebastian a look of death: was now really the time to make jokes? But then the other boys' words hit him and he saw the wink before the boy turned and walked out of the room.
"Why in the world would he think anyone would find that funny? As if you would ever even look at him like that!" Kurt exploded. "It's beyond me why you even talk to that conceited Abercrombie wannabe!"
Blaine sighed in relief. Sebastian had given Kurt someone else to be angry with. This was the second time he had sacrificed himself to spare Blaine.
"Why is he there anyway? It's barely 10:30 over there."
Blaine wanted to tell him the truth, that Sebastian had spent the night because his father was an abusive parent who felt that it was ok to kick his son out of the house for the weekend. He wanted to say this, but he knew that Sebastian would never forgive him if he even alluded to the truth, especially to Kurt.
"He…" Blaine tried to think of a reason, anything, to say that might explain Sebastian's presence. "…he came over because we are going to hang out today and he thought an early start might be a good idea."
He waited for Kurt's response.
"Just be careful Blaine. It's not like Sebastian is ever completely upfront with his intentions."
"You don't have to worry, Kurt." That was a lie.
"I'm not worried, I just worry that you'll have to spend the entire day being sexually harassed by someone who looks like a Twilight extra."
"Sebastian doesn't sexually harass me." That was another lie. Things were not looking well for Blaine in the "honesty department."
"Isn't Tina or Nick or Jeff free today? " Kurt asked.
"I don't know," Blaine responded, slightly annoyed. "I haven't talked to them."
"I just think you'd have more fun with them than with Sebastian."
Blaine frowned as he responded: "Since when were you concerned who I spent my time with?"
"Well, I think I have a right to voice my concerns when my boyfriend is spending time with the spawn of Satan's horny cousin," Kurt replied with equal levels of annoyance in his voice.
"You make these accusations like you even know him, Kurt. Sebastian isn't the person you think he is." Blaine was used to letting Kurt ramble on and on about how awful a person Sebastian was, but now it was different. Now he felt like his friend was being attacked, and Blaine was never one to let others insult his friends.
"I don't have to know him. I've seen him rape you with his eyes plenty of times to know what he's thinking when he's around you," Kurt bit back.
"It's just innocent joking, Kurt."
"You're awfully quick to defend him all of a sudden."
Blaine responded before even thinking: "Yeah, well I could say the same about you and Kelly!"
There was a silence as both boys became aware of their conversation and what they were saying. A simple conversation had slowly turned into the War of the Roses. Kurt was the first to speak.
"You're still angry about that," was all he said.
Blaine sighed as he leaned back in the chair. "I guess I am."
"How did we get like this, Blaine?"
There was a loaded question if there ever was one. The state of their relationship could be attributed to so many different things. Blame could be placed on both their shoulders. Kurt had been the first to pull away from the relationship, but Blaine had been the one who threw himself at the one person in the world that his boyfriend hated the most. No one was blameless in the effort.
"I don't know."
Blaine's empty words sat in between the two. That's what was separating them: words and distance.
"I know it's only a few weeks away, but I hate that we have to wait until Thanksgiving to talk face to face."
Blaine agreed with Kurt's statement. This was definitely a problem that only grew as time passed. He chewed his lip as a thought crossed his mind.
"Maybe we don't have to," he said.
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked.
"I could come out next weekend. I have a half-day on Friday. I could fly out," Blaine offered. If he was being completely honest, he really didn't want to fly out to New York. While he loved the city, he knew that flying out meant seeing Kurt. He knew that seeing Kurt meant talking about their relationship. Despite how unhappy he'd been for months, Blaine still loved Kurt; he was Blaine's first love, and therefore held a special place in Blaine's heart.
"I can't ask you to do that," Kurt said after a long pause.
"You're not. And you're right. We…we have a lot to talk about and it shouldn't wait until Thanksgiving."
Another pause.
"So next week?"
Blaine forced out his response: "Yeah, next week."
This was wrong. They were planning a trip for Blaine to come see him. They hadn't seen each other in months, hadn't talked very much either. They should be happy. They should be excited and bouncing off the walls. Blaine should be ecstatic and dragging Tina to the mall so he could buy new clothes for the trip. Instead, he just sat dejectedly in his chair. There was no excitement. No bouncing.
The two talked for another few minutes before ending their call. Blaine looked up as Sebastian entered the room.
"I'm sorry Blaine," he said as he walked over and sat on the bed, still holding onto his pants. "I honestly didn't mean to mess things up for you."
Blaine smiled and turned his head to face the boy. "You didn't ruin anything that wasn't already messed up."
"Actually," Blaine continued, "you helped, if anything. Thanks. That's two times now you've come to my rescue."
"You're Superman," Sebastian said as he stood up, flexed his muscles, and posed with his hands on his hips.
Blaine couldn't help but laugh at Sebastian's attempt at cheering him up. "You're just missing the tights."
"I'd look good in tights," came the smug response.
"Yeah, you wouldn't look gay at all," Blaine answered with another laugh.
"Says the boy known for wearing chinos, suspenders, and bow ties."
Blaine shook his head in defeat: "Touché."
He stood up and walked over to the bathroom connected to his room. Before closing the door, he turned around and gestured to his closet. "Feel free to pick out any clothes to wear."
Sebastian laughed as he stood up and again resumed looking for his shirt. "Your clothes are tight on you. What makes you think they'll fit me? Take your shower and wash your hair Robert Downey, Jr. You're taking me to the mall so I can get some clothes to wear today."
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The two spend the rest of the morning and their afternoon at the mall. Sebastian picked out some clothes to wear. As they wandered through the crowds, Blaine found himself thinking less and less about his conversation with Kurt. Before he knew it, Blaine was laughing at Sebastian's conceited comments. He blushed slightly when the girl ringing him up commented on how cute he and his boyfriend were.
The two then made their way over to the grocery story to buy supplies for Sebastian's first lesson in cooking. It ended up turning into Sebastian's first lesson in grocery shopping. Blaine was beyond amused as Sebastian walked from aisle to aisle, commenting on how much food there was. Apparently growing up in the Smythe household meant that one never had to set foot in "the help's store," as Sebastian put it.
The cooking lesson and subsequent dinner went without incident. It had taken a few attempts, but Sebastian was finally able to boil the water for their pasta. If you asked Sebastian, he would insist that Blaine's stove was at fault. By the time they sat down to eat their meal, Blaine had completely forgotten about his phone conversation from earlier in the day. All he knew was that he was having one of the best weekends in a very long time.
The two found themselves yawning. They dropped their dishes off in the sinking before climbing the stairs and changing into their pajamas.
Blaine walked over to the corner of his room and grabbed one of the bags from their shopping at the mall and pulled out some clothes. He went over to his closet and walked in as he began hanging up the clothes.
"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked.
"Hanging up your clothes," Blaine responded as if the answer were the most obvious thing in the world.
Blaine watched as Sebastian looked closely at the clothes.
"While I commend you on your improved fashion taste, those aren't my clothes." The response came in a slightly confused tone of voice.
"I know," answered as he continued hanging up the clothes, "I got these in the third store while you were looking at the sunglasses. I remembered your sizes and I figured you'd need a set of clothes to change into the next time you spend the night. You shouldn't have to go to the mall every time you come over."
There was an implied offer in his words. Blaine hoped Sebastian wouldn't be insulted. The two had grown very close over the course of the first part of their senior year, especially over the past few days. He wanted Sebastian to spend his time at the Anderson household when his dad was in town. He liked having Sebastian around. He liked eating breakfast with him. He liked showing him how to cook. He liked watching TV with him. He liked waking up next to him.
That last thought froze him in his spot as he walked back towards the bed.
"You ok?" Sebastian asked.
"Yeah," Blaine smiled as he turned the light off and crawled into the bed. He could sense Sebastian's discomfort.
In that moment, both boys knew what they wanted to reach out to the other. They knew that they wanted to wrap their arms around the other and bask in their shared warmth, but they also knew that there was a third person in that bed with them, despite being hundreds of miles away in New York City.
As they drifted off to sleep, neither one noticed as they subconsciously reached out to one another. They would discover their interlinked bodies in the morning.
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Blaine passed the next week at school keeping busy with homework and Glee club. He had hoped for a slow, tedious week, something to keep him distracted from his quickly approaching trip. He faked a smile every time that Tina or the others brought it up, but on the inside, he was trying to think of any and every excuse to back out.
Before he knew it, he was waving goodbye as Tina's car drove away. He sighed, picked up his bag, and walked into the airport.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I love how I thought "Hey, I'll just write a quick little chapter before bed…" and then that turned into a 6,000+ word chapter. Me and my inability to be brief. Oh well…but yeah, sorry this took so long. I was honestly stumped as to what to put in this. I knew I needed an in-between chapter before I sent Blaine off to NYC, but I didn't know what would be in it.
Thank you so much to all who reviewed last chapter!: Merry Wanderer of the Night, Forever Gleek2000, RHatch89, Jessie05.12, brittana5, JAX001993, TheVinah, anikiti88, WhiteFlowersOnOurBacks, infintelyophelia, Caleb, Des, and theonewhodoesn'tquitefitin. Also "Thank you's" go out to Courtney77, Gwendo16, LatinaLovely, hotch0colate (awesome name, PS), pennyandthequarters, and theonewhodoesn'tquitefitin for following my story. And finally, thank you hotch0colate and theonewhodoesn'tquitefitin for favoriting the story!
And a special thanks to Caleb and theonewhodoesn'tquitefitin for providing the inspiration for this chapter. I was at a loss for what to write, but I found myself with the challenge of having Sebastian and Blaine have sex in addition to Kurt being jealous. This is what I came up with. Also, Aledda, I was able to include your mall idea! See guys!? I do my best to throw in the stuff that you ask for! :)
I hope you all liked the chapter. I'm pretty happy with it, that and it's about midnight and I just want to get to bed, haha. So tell me what you think. Give me your thoughts, concerns, criticisms, and suggestions!
(I'm still on the search for a new Title for the fic, PS).
Also, I'd like to take this chance to plug a Blam fic (gasp! Yes, a pairing other than your beloved SeBlaine. It's called "A New Reality in Direction" by shanehardy. It's KIND OF a long one (this guy is a hardcore updater), but it's SO worth the time investment. It starts off normal, and then spirals into this crazy soap opera-esque type story (and I mean this in the best way possible) that is totally up my alley. I am addicted to it. Definitely check it out if you haven't already.
Thanks so much for reading and supporting, and reviewing! :) Feel free to leave me ideas for future chapters!
NEXT CHAPTER: The break up is finally here! To all of you who have been begging for this to happen…it's happening! (Haha WhiteFlowersOnOurBacks, I got to my break up in less chapters than you did!)
P.S. ANDERPSON!? WHERE ARE YOU!? I NEED YOUR ICON IN MY LIFE!