A/N: This was supposed to be 1/3 of a Sleeping!Seblaine series (with 'Sweet Dreams') but SD got long and this was super short and I never got around to polishing the 3rd part, so nevermind. Thank you for all your lovely feedback! :)
Sebastian had his back against the door, legs sprawled in front of him. A look of awe and curiosity was written across his face as he watched Blaine's chest rise and fall, lightly snoring, on the bed.
The novelty of seeing Blaine in such a manner hasn't worn-off yet, it's been 2 months since he first got a glimpse of a slumbering Blaine Anderson, and whatever charm it has still holds strong.
There was such an open vulnerability and childlike innocence to Blaine that was refreshingly beautiful, enchanting to watch. The unsaid trust that went with letting him be seen in such a state still manages to overwhelm Sebastian.
Blaine's sleeping form was basked in the errant rays of sunlight slipping into the room, His curls were fighting off the gel that held them in place. A hint of stubble was also visible across his jaw. His lips were slightly parted, quirked into a small smile. And he was dressed in an old jersey of Sebastian.
Sebastian had never seen anything more perfect.