Like Ships in the Night (A SeBlaine Fanfic)
Chapter 5: Dark Side
Or will you stay
Even if it hurts
Even if I try to push you out
Will you return?
And remind me who I really am
Please remind me who I really am
Everybody's got a dark side
Do you love me?
Can you love mine?
Kelly Clarkson
DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT RYAN MURPHY. THUS, I DO NOT OWN GLEE.
SUMMARY:Will Blaine and Sebastian keep passing each other by or will Blaine let the ever growing lust for Sebastian consume him? Can even the devious Sebastian Smythe change his wicked ways for one Blaine Anderson? Klaine/SeBlaine fic. Rated M
Hi everybody! IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPLOAD THIS! FORGIVE ME! My laptop got coffee all over it, so it had to visit a Mac doctor :(
Anyways . . . . I really like this chapter (even though SeBlaine hits a bump in the road). I appreciate all of the REVIEWS that people have posted and have taken everything everyone has said to heart, and hopefully that shows in this chapter. Pretty please (begging begging begging) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Even if you had this and you think the story is terrible let me know so I can make it better (even though I think its alright so far haha). And I promise chapter 6 will be up by Friday (if not you are all allowed to send me angry messages Thanks, enjoy! (OH! And I kept changing the title of this chapter but decided on this one for reasons you will soon uncover . . .)
Guilt: Five letters that had been weighing on Blaine Anderson ever since that fateful night with Sebastian. Should he tell Kurt? He might as well rip out his heart and smash it into pieces with a baseball bat. Their dinner at Breadsticks had gone by without a hitch, Kurt had shot Blaine multiple suspicious glances, but he had just blamed it on being tired or worn out by the dancing assignment the New Directions had been assigned that week. He knew that Kurt only saw the good side of Blaine, the part that would never hurt him or be unfaithful. Sebastian, on the other hand, was acquainted with both sides of Blaine, good and bad, and maybe that's what Blaine really saw in him: a man who could understand all of him, right down to his core. But even though Sebastian understood him, Blaine didn't honestly know if he was capable of love, the real love that he shared with Kurt. In other words, his head was about to explode.
For a week after the infamous blowjob, Blaine hadn't responded to any of Sebastian's deathly sexy texts or voice mails. Can't wait to feel those hot lips all over my body again. He had been the quintessentially good boyfriend, hell, he had Kurt even had a picnic by moonlight the previous night. He had bought Kurt flowers, chocolates, and assorted facial soaps, trying to compensate for his indiscretion. Blaine had avoided temptation and seduction, in the form of Sebastian Smythe. But try as he might, Blaine couldn't get Sebastian out of his head, Sebastian was easily avoided in the physical but mental Sebastian was roaming all around Blaines head. Every time he fell asleep he dreamed of the moment that Sebastian finally thrust his gloriously beautiful dick into his tight, wanting ass. He was day dreaming about it that day in Spanish when Kurt smacked his backpack down right next to his face and woke him from his all too real of a dream. "Fuck," Blaine muttered under his breath. Kurt sat down next to him as the other students in the class were packing up their books and getting ready to leave.
"Hi," Kurt said smiling as he kissed his dazed boyfriend on the cheek. "This week has been so romantic, and just what we needed." Blaine chuckled to himself. Yes the week had been wonderful, but what he needed from Kurt was something that he knew he would probably never get again. "So Im thinking that tonight you come over to my house, my dad is out of town and I have a surprise for you," Kurt said coyly. Blaine did a double take. Surprise? Kurt wasn't saying what he thought he was saying, was he? Although Blaine truly did love Kurt, the horny teenager in him was angry at his all too celibate boyfriend.
"Sure, sounds great," Blaine said before he pecked Kurt on the lips. "Ill meet you there at 7."
When Blaine got to Kurt's house that night, he was actually excited to spend quality time with his boyfriend. He even was wearing his newest bowtie: it was made of soft black velvet, and his hair was slicked back to mold his wild, curly black hair. He was a little surprised to find that the door to the Hudson-Hummel household was open. As he walked he didn't see Kurt anywhere. " Kurt?" Blaine asked loudly. "Where are you?"
" Up here!" Blaine heard Kurt's voice coming from the upstairs. He placed the roses he had brought with him on the counter and made his way up the stairs. When he made his way into Kurt's bedroom, he was shocked and dismayed to find that it was empty. Then he saw the door to the overhanging porch was open. When he stepped out onto the porch, he saw lit candles adorning the sides and a champagne bottle sitting in a bucket of ice and two empty glasses. Maybe this is foreplay? Blaine thought. And then in the corner of his eye he saw Kurt.
" Surprise!" Kurt said giggling. For the life of him, blaine had no idea what the surprise was that his boyfriend was referring to. Seeing Blaines confused expression, Kurt went on to answer his internal question. " The champagne, silly!" Then the entirety of his situation smacked into him like a Mac truck: the big surprise that Blaine had spent hours getting ready for and anticipating was not sex with his neophyte boyfriend, but rather, a bottle of champagne. That's why Kurt had mentioned his parents not being home. Blaine wanted nothing more than to knock all the candles off the railing and smash the bottle of champagne onto the ground below.
" Kurt," Blaine had no idea where to start.
" You don't. . . you don't like it?" Kurt asked like a wounded puppy.
" No I. . . ," Blaine wanted to lie to Kurt again, say that he loved it and sit there on the porch and drink a glass of champagne, and toast his abilities to lie right to his boyfriends face. "Kurt . . . I cant keep doing this." And he walked right back out the door he came in, leaving one Kurt Hummel wondering where he had gone wrong
The second Blaine got in his car, tears started to roll down the sides of his face, he knew that Kurt was probably doing the same. Blaine had just hurt him for no reason besides the fact that Kurt hadn't given him what he wanted. But he couldn't stop himself. He let his dark, horny, pent up side take over, and all that part of him wanted to do was find Sebastian Smythe.
After leaving about 50 voice messages in Sebastian's inbox and 100 unanswered texts, Blaine drove to all of Sebastians hang out spots: his house, Dalton, the lima bean, but he wasn't anywhere. Then Blaine thought of one final place that Sebastian might be on a Friday night. He pulled into Scandals bar hours after his pseudo-fight with Kurt, waved to the familiar bouncer, and ran into find Sebastian Smythe. What he found caught his breath and stopped his heart from beating. . .
Sebastian was making out with some guy. A complete stranger.
All Blaine could do was stand there, looking devastated and forlorn. When Sebastian finally broke the kiss, he looked up and saw none other than a heartbroken Blaine Anderson. Their eyes met and Sebastian's were filled with what looked to be honest regret. Blaine started the run out the second he saw those beautiful blue, deceiving eyes.
" Blaine wait!" Sebastian shouted, running after him, leaving his trick for the night confused and alone. Blaine was fast, but Sebastian was captain of the lacrosse team and caught him just before he could get into his car and grabbed him by the arm.
"Get off of me!" Blaine shouted angrily, tears running for the second time that night.
" Blaine please, just listen to me. Let me explain," Sebastian said calmly.
"Let you explain?" Blaine's voice was filled with rage and pain. "Go ahead! Explain that you appreciated the dick sucking but that was all I was to you, another trick! And Im an idiot for thinking of you as more than just a fuck buddy,"
"Well technically we never . . ."
"And now we never will because I see you for exactly what you are, a filthy whore who ripped me away from my boyfriend! I'm nothing but a piece of ass to you!" Blaine was literally shaking after yelling at Sebastian, even though Sebastian's face had stayed calm and unconcerned throughout his entire monologue.
"Are you finished?" Sebastian asked like a parent dealing with a child post-temper tantrum. "Will you listen to me talk now, please?" All Blaine could do was nod his head, why wasn't Sebastian shouting back, why hadn't he left? "First of all, you haven't texted or called me back all week. I've tried and tried but you hung me out to dry, Blaine. I may be a filthy whore but I have feelings. You are the one who stopped talking to me after you blew me." Blaine frowned, knowing that Sebastian was absolutely right; he had shut him out that week. "Second, you are the one with the boyfriend, not me. No one informed me that I was we were exclusive. Until you and Kurt are over, that's all I can ever be to you, an affair. And third," Sebastian violently grabbed Blaine's head of hair and pulled him into an aggressive kiss, his tongue jamming into Blaine's hot, moist throat as he shoved him against Blaine's car as his hand went to grab Blaine's growing erection. Blaine moaned deep and guttural as he felt Sebastian's lips on his own and his warm tongue in his mouth. When Sebastian released him he felt empty, grasping for air and heat. "You aren't just a warm mouth to me Blaine, you're a lot different than what's-his-face at the bar. When I do or say things with you, I mean them. You cant run me off with some bullshit that we both know you don't mean. I don't scare that easily. You're special, Blaine." Sebastian placed a gentle kiss on Blaine's cheek and smiled when Blaine blushed at his honest words. "So, try to text me back this week? Maybe you'll even get lucky," Sebastian winked at him as he put his hands carelessly in his pockets and started to walk back to the bar.
"Seb?" Blaine called out, and Sebastian turned around. "You're special too." Sebastian simply smiled.
"Night, sexy." Blaine was pretty sure at that point he was bright red, and he got into his car, seeing that it was know 2 in the morning. He instantly pulled out his phone and composed a text.
Starting today, I honestly cant live without you.
The end (of this chapter!). I really like this one, I think its again shows that Blaine means more to Sebastian (and vice versa). The song I found from an AWESOME seblaine fanvid on youtube, and all of you diehard seblainers should check it out when you get the chance. Song by Kelly Clarkson, and update will come by FRIDAY. I pinky swear! No more 2 week hiatuses—I cant live without these two for that long anymore!