Notes: Hello everyone! I just wanted to thank all of you who alerted and favourited this story, and, most of all, say thanks to Amy-Star, who is awesome, and also reviewed. I know Secastian is starting to sound a little (a lot) OCC, but it's supposed to be Christmas, and I just wanted that to mean something. He'll be back to his normal self, don't worry!
So please just fall in love with me this Christmas
There's something about Sebastian.
There's something about his bright sea green eyes and his tousled morning hair and his ginger man printed pajamas.
There's something about the way his long fingers play with the red and golden ribbons, turning them into beautiful bows.
There's something about the way he sings Christmas carols softly to himself, with a husky voice that speaks of too much alcohol and too much smoke.
There's something about the way his smile grows and his eyes sparkle every time he finishes wrapping a gift, placing it delicately under the tree.
There's something about the way he...enjoys everything, without holding back. Whether is Christmas or going out to a bar or dancing, Sebastian always enjoys himself the most he can.
Watching him, Blaine begins to realize that he wants that, too.
"It's the third time already that I catch you spying on me, Anderson. I'm beginning to let my mind wonder..."
Blaine comes back to reality and focuses on Sebastian, who is now staring at him from his place on the floor by the fireplace, surrounded by wrapping paper, stickers, ribbons and various gifts.
"I bought Wes a new hammer for the Warbler sessions, with Dalton's emblem engraved on the front. Do you think he'll like it?" Sebastian asks, examining the small wooden hammer carefully.
"That's...that's very sweet of you" Blaine answers, unable to hide his surprise, as he walks to sit on the floor in front of Sebastian "He'll love it"
The Warbler raises his eyes to him with a broad smile.
"I love buying Christmas presents" he says, as he goes back to wrapping "The way people's faces lit up when they get something they particularly like."
"Did you buy something for all of them?" Blaine asks, staring at the bags and the pile of already wrapped gifts that surround Sebastian.
"Yes. It took me a long time, because since I know them from a literally short time, it was difficult to find something that would suit each of them. David was particularly challenging, because he's so quiet about the things he likes, but after weeks of investigation I finally found out that, in all his logical and pragmatic mind, he's a sucker for mythological creatures. I bought him like a huge dictionary that talks about Krakens and Chimeras and..."
"Wait" Blaine cuts him off, raising a hand "You investigated? Did you do this for all of your gifts?"
Sebastian shakes his head and shrugs.
"Some were easier than others. Nick, for example, made a Christmas list. But the difficult ones are the best ones, because they make you really break your head, and at the end, when they open it, you see that it was worth all the trouble."
Blaine just stares at him, dumfounded.
Of all the people he would have expected to be up at 8am on December 24th, lovingly wrapping gifts he spent weeks (maybe even months) searching for, Sebastian Smythe would have been the last person on the list. Hell, he wouldn't even have been on the list.
But here he was.
"I got something for you too" Sebastian smiles slightly, and Blaine is still getting used to this wide smile, so different from his usual smirks "It's under the tree already"
Blaine crawls towards the tree, and the bright blue cashmere carpet is soft and warm under his hands. He had almost forgotten just how everything at Dalton feels so good, so welcoming, so...perfect.
When he finally reaches the tree he has to look through several packages until he finds a thin large box wrapped in green with his name written on a bright Santa Claus sticker.
Sebastian's letter is sharp, but delicate, slightly inclined to the side, but with no embellishments whatsoever, so different from Blaine's messy, rounded handwriting.
"You're a real master of wrapping" he murmurs, as a tender smile curves his lips.
He looks back at Sebastian, who is tying one of the ribbons into a bow, with pursed lips and wrinkled nose and a look of total concentration in his eyes, and, for the first time in a long time, Blaine finds himself wishing.
I want this to last forever. He thinks, and if he has said it out loud, it seems that Sebastian hasn't heard him.
This moment, here, sitting on the soft carpet under the huge Christmas tree, watching the most handsome guy on the world hum a Christmas song while he wraps gifts by the fire, surrounded by the familiar stone walls and ancient paintings and the crimson and blue standards, is the most at home Blaine has felt since the moment he left Dalton, almost a year ago.
Who was he kidding? He knew coming back for the holidays was going to be hard, but now he realizes that it was not coming what was hard. Leaving is going to be the hard part. It was already difficult enough the first time. He doesn't think he'll be able to make it through the second.
"You're awfully quiet. Something on your mind?" Sebastian asks, crawling up to him to leave another present under the tree.
Blaine stares at him, silently, taking on his features. They are very close, so close, that if he moved a little they could touch. And he wants to move so badly.
"You really care about them, don't you? About the Warblers, I mean" He says instead, looking away, dropping his gaze to the gifts.
He has to stop looking at him. He knows he has to, because he being here staring at Sebastian and feeling his stomach tighten every time the other boy smiles is just wrong. Because he has a boyfriend and he loves him and...
"I guess I do" Sebastian admits, smiling slightly, breaking his train of though "I never had too many friends before." He laughs "Not surprising, I know. I think I'm not used to people just...caring, you know? Without asking for anything in return"
"I do" Blaine blurts out, before he can think, and Sebastian's eyes suddenly widen, focusing on him "I care"
Sebastian doesn't answer, he looks petrified, almost scared, and Blaine curses himself for being so blunt. Now that he was beginning to open up, there he goes and screws it all with just two words...But then Sebastian speaks, it's almost a whisper, but it's enough for Blaine to hear.
"I'm not very good with feelings, and I know I'm an asshole half the time. I just don't know how to deal with this...things. I might not show it the right way, or, at all, really, but... I care, too."
He goes back to wrapping almost instantly and Blaine just stays there, staring at him with mouth half open and wide eyes, and then the most random thought crosses his mid.
I could fall in love with you.
And it scares the hell out of him.