Title: Behind Blue Eyes
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Cooper Anderson/Sebastian Smythe
Word Count: 803
Summary: A collection of Coopbastian drabbles prompted via Tumblr.
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy or anything else related to the FOX universe.
Blaise (coopbastian) on Tumblr prompted a fic which included the line: "You fainted...straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."
The face above him blurred in and out of focus and it took him several moments too long before he realised his ass was against the ground, his legs were raised, and his head was pillowed against something soft. The pillow moved and he felt his cheeks flush when it occurred to him that his head was on someone's thigh.
"You fainted…straight into my arms," the male said and Sebastian's stomach flipped. He knew that voice. It was the voice he listened to almost every day watching a movie or TV episode that starred his favourite star. "You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes. I would have given you an autograph anyway."
Sebastian sat up - too quickly, if the dizziness was anything to go by - and fumbled for the words to say when Cooper Anderson, the Cooper Anderson, was staring at him with an enormous grin.
"Uh…" He swallowed and tried to ensure his breathing remained regular. "H-Hi, M-Mister…um… Mister A-Anderson."
Cooper Anderson tipped back his head and laughed, his bright blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mister Anderson is my father. Please, call me Cooper. And your name is?"
"Uh… S-Sebastian." He'd never thought he'd be so starstruck because usually he was the one with all the slick words and slicker moves, but Cooper Anderson was smiling at him and his heart was stuttering in his chest and was it getting hotter?
"Sebastian," Cooper echoed and his name sounded so much better than Sebastian had ever heard. He watched Cooper withdrew a rectangle of paper from his pocket and a pen and glanced around, his brow furrowing because he wasn't outside anymore. It was- "Thomas, my head of security, helped you into the theatre. You're backstage at the moment."
Sebastian was pretty sure his eyes were going to fall out of his head as Cooper Anderson, Emmy and Tony and Golden Globe winning superstar (who frequently lamented to magazines and gossip websites that he'd been cheated by not winning one of his four Academy award nominations yet) autographed a photo and handed it to Sebastian. The photo shook in his hands as he stared down at the unmoving face in the photo, his stomach quivering with excitement, his eyes getting embarrassingly teary before they raised to the moving face that had that same, familiar grin he'd plastered all over his walls since he was thirteen.
"I- I'm- Thank y-you," he stuttered, trying not to crumple the photo in his hands as a tear slipped down his cheek. "You- You've saved m-my life."
Cooper's wide smile faltered, a hand reaching out to Sebastian's and squeezing gently. "Don't sell yourself short, Sebastian. You've saved yourself."
It was a hard thing to believe but Sebastian was too stunned, too in awe, to muster up a response. Cooper peeled the photo from his hands, scrawling something on the back, and then passed it back.
"Come on," Cooper said, pulling Sebastian to his feet and guiding him through the backstage corridors of the Imperial Theatre. Sebastian tried to take in the posters on the walls, the cast photos, the scattering of props and costume pieces, but it was too overwhelming and unbelievable to accept it was actually happening. Cooper opened a door and the smell of cooking oil and car exhaust and food spilled through the doorway, the sounds of horns and tires and conversation.
He followed Cooper Anderson out the door onto the New York sidewalk, eyeing the waiting black town car by the curb. He knew his moment with a star would have to come to an end but…he wasn't sure he was ready for it to end. It wasn't as though he had a choice but it still didn't make it any easier to say goodbye.
"Take care of yourself, Sebastian," Cooper said, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. "No more fainting, alright?"
Sebastian blushed and ducked his head, watching Cooper jog to the car and climb inside. He witnessed Thomas, the security guard, sitting in the passenger seat and managed to avoid waving if only because he didn't want to humiliate himself further. His eyes followed the car driving away, the way it stopped at a red light, and then continued down the road and blended in with all the other vehicles.
His heart was still beating rapidly as he began walking towards Times Square station to catch the subway to Greenwich. It was only when he'd boarded the subway that he thought to look at the photo to see what Cooper had additionally written on the back.
You've saved yourself.
Call me if you need a reminder! x
Below the words was a number with a New York area code.
Sebastian thought he was going to faint for the second time that night.
~FIN~