A/N: Yay, Seblaine! I finally got something written, and it's short but it's something. Please take the time to review if you like this, it means a lot! As always, I own nothing.
"Blaine."
A snuffle.
"Blaine."
A whine.
"Blaine."
A muffled noise of protest and a pillow chucked blindly towards Sebastian's general direction.
"Get up. We're going to be late again, and this time we're going to get detention."
A groan.
"Blaine?"
A huff.
"Come on. You can do it."
A flop out of bed.
"There you go, Killer. Now take this before it gets cold and I'll have made it for nothing."
A warm coffee cup, an appreciative moan, an inaudible murmur of thanks and quick kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and get dressed. I swear to god, you're the worst morning person I've ever known."
A dazed, half-asleep rush to get ready, and a scrambling.
A smile.