Chapter 20: Taking Chances
I had never been more thankful for Sebastian's ability to speak French than I was today. Since the moment we had touched down in the airport, I had been overwhelmed by all the signs in a language I couldn't read and everyone speaking to us as if I knew what was going on. Sebastian turned the key to our hotel room and pushed the door open. I would have been completely fine with staying in some motel or an inn, but of course not. I should have known better; Sebastian rented out a beautiful suite almost at the top floor of what was surely an expensive hotel. The room was absolutely stunning and came fully equipped with a bar and everything. This was clearly a room intended for couples, judging from the rose petals that were spread on the bed and the decorations. Although, knowing Sebastian he probably had something to do with this.
"I know it isn't much, but I hope you like it. The penthouse was rented out so I couldn't get that for us." Sebastian said placing the suitcases on the bed and opening them up. Was he crazy? Everything about this was way too much. He had done more than enough. Sebastian has this thing where he would think that whatever he did was never enough, always apologizing for not being able to do better.
"You're kidding right? This is amazing Sebastian. I still can't believe we're here. I don't even know how to explain to you how excited I am." Sebastian smiled and walked over to where I was standing by the window. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me and placed his chin on my shoulder before kissing my cheek. "How am I ever supposed to top this? I can't believe you would do this for me."I said tilting my head so it could rest on his.
I felt Sebastian's throat vibrate when he laughed. I had a feeling I knew what he was thinking. "I have an idea of how you can top this." He said whispering in my ear, sending a shiver throughout my entire spine. Of course Sebastian would make a sex joke out of that. "But in all seriousness, you deserve this and so much more Blaine." He hugged me tighter while intertwining his fingers with mine. "Wanna see something cool?" He said with a huge smile on his face.
Before I could respond, Sebastian was pulling me towards a set of double doors that led to the balcony. When he opened the doors, my jaw dropped. I put my hands on my mouth, not believing the insane view from our room. I had seen the Eiffel Tower on the drive, but only glimpses of it. But now, the sun had set and the Eiffel Tower stood in front of us, bright with lights and absolutely beautiful.
"Sebastian….this is….oh my god." I could barely make out any words, only being able to whisper what I was saying. Sebastian placed his hands in his pocket and leaned against the railing, a bright smile on his face. I could tell he was pleased with my reaction.
"So, what do you say we shower and have a relatively uneventful night? We can have dinner and crack open a bottle of wine by the river before we go take pictures at the Eiffel Tower?"
"Is that what you consider uneventful?" I said laughing as I wrapped my arms around him.
In the haze of everything, I had completely forgotten that I had no money whatsoever. "What's wrong?" Sebastian asked when my face turned into one of worry.
"I didn't bring any money." I said frowning. How could I not remember until now that I had maybe 5 dollars in my pocket? Well, this was embarrassing.
"So what's the problem? This is my gift to you, so obviously everything is on me babe." There it was again. I loved being called babe…was that weird?
"Sebastian, that's not fair. You brought me to freaking Paris and now you expect me to allow you to pay for everything?" Sebastian lifted my chin so that he could bring me in for a kiss. The kiss was soft but playfully, nibbling at my lips and sucking on my bottom lip as he pulled away.
"You know you won't win this conversation." He said with a smirk. "But, your parents did put some money in your suitcase. However, that is to be spent on souvenirs for your family and friends. I think they also mentioned packing a camera so that we could take pictures."
I sighed, knowing that Sebastian would get his way no matter how much I argued. We took a quick shower together before heading out. Thank God that my parents packed fancier clothes, knowing where we were going. I would have to yell at them for keeping such a big secret from me.
Sebastian always wore a uniform, but I had never seen him in a suite before. He looked so sexy! His suite fit perfectly around his figure, making him look taller and leaner if that was possible. As if he didn't look cute enough in casual clothes, his simple black suite and his tie made him look that much hotter. "Like what you see?" He said with a smirk. There I go again staring at him.
"What can I say? My boyfriend is hot."
"Have you seen mine? Takes my breath away every time." He said wrapping his arm around my waist.
After a short taxi ride, we were at some place called Le Meurice. This place was absolutely stunning; never in my life have I ever seen a place as beautiful as this. I could tell it was high class, with all the waiters wearing fancy outfits and the customers dressed to the nines. I couldn't help but gawk at the interior, taking in everything there was to see. After being sat down, I couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable.
"What's wrong Blaine? If you don't like it here we can go somewhere else. I just thou-"
"No! It's not that, it's just that I'm not used to anything like this. The fanciest place I've ever been to was the restaurant you brought me to back in Lima. How did you even manage to get a table here?"
"Smythe's are actually quite prestigious here." He said, taking a sip of his wine. I felt so out of place with Sebastian. Everything about him screamed socialite...elegance. Who was I but just some kid from a town nobody knew? I mean, his family name was even known in Paris!
My train of thought was interrupted by Sebastian speaking to me."I hope you don't mind I ordered you a glass of champagne. We're in Paris Blaine, we need to enjoy the finer things in life. I don't even think they serve coke here."
I couldn't help but blush. "Is that why the waiter looked at me like I was an idiot?" Sebastian chuckled with that half smile that always made me melt. Which reminded me, "Did I tell you Marley asked me how I didn't always melt when I'm with you?"
"She did?" Sebastian said raising an eyebrow. "Well, that's sweet of her." He said with a wink. "What did you say to her?"
"That it never stops. You just learn to hide it." I could feel myself blushing again.
"Aw, don't hide it. I love seeing what I do to you." Sebastian said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, knowing well exactly how much Sebastian enjoyed when he made me blush, or moan, or scream his name. Crap. I was not about to get a hard on in the middle of a restaurant.
Dinner was absolutely delicious. It took all my efforts not to inhale it all, but I wasn't about to embarrass myself in front of everyone, especially not Sebastian. Against my will, I sat there and took my time, pretending that this wasn't the best meal that had ever entered my mouth. Sebastian laughed whenever I would let a moan escape my mouth when I took a bite. When we had finished, Sebastian said something in French before handing the waiter his credit card. When the waiter came back, he had three bottles of wine so that Sebastian could choose which one he preferred.
As we walked outside, Sebastian grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry. I was inconsiderate when thinking about where to take you out tonight. I should have known you wouldn't feel comfortable." We got into the taxi before I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Please Sebastian, don't apologize. This night has been perfect. I love everything you've done for me. I can't tell you how happy I am." Sebastian leaned down to kiss my head. When we arrived at our destination, I was taken aback by how beautiful the scenery was.
We sat at a table in a large park directly next to the river. Sebastian had mentioned it's name, Se-, S something, but I was too taken mesmerized by the beauty that surrounded me to really care about what it was called. Sebastian opened the bottle of wine, but I didn't want to drink that much. I was a lightweight, and I didn't want to ruin my time in Paris by being tipsy. Sebastian and I sat there in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. He had a smile on his face, but his gaze was distant. Sebastian seemed so elegant, sitting there with his legs crossed, a glass of wine in his hand and a beautiful smile, the light of the moon making his emerald eyes shine. Something told me that Sebastian was thinking about something, but I didn't want to ruin the moment by asking.
The moon was directly behind the Eiffel Tower, and for the first time, I felt as if I was in a movie. This moment was perfect.
When we arrived at the Eiffel Tower, I couldn't help but act like a tourist and take a picture of everything; pointing to building, asking what things were, asking what things were for. Sebastian was laughing, amused at just how much I was enjoying myself.
"Can we go on the lift to the top of the tower?" I asked. I knew my eyes were wide and my face must have looked as if I was a child, but I didn't care. Everything about this trip was perfect.
"Of course." He said grabbing my hand and leading me to the lift. If I could find words to describe just how incredible the view was from the top, then I would. But I never would have imagined it to be this beautiful, not even in my wildest dreams. Sebastian and I took dozens of pictures; making faces, kissing each other, holding hands. We even had some other tourists take pictures of us.
"This one is my favorite!" I said, showing Sebastian the picture of us, his arm around my waist, kissing my head. The Eiffel Tower and the moon were behind us, making the picture absolutely perfect.
When we arrived back at the hotel, I threw myself on the bed, spreading myself out to take up the entire bed. I was exhausted, despite sleeping almost the entire flight.
"Gonna sleep in that uncomfortable clothes?" Sebastian said laying down on top of me, causing me to groan. "Hey! I'm not that fat!" He said laughing and rolling off. I loved the mood Sebastian had been in all night. I don't think I saw him without a smile once throughout the night.
I smiled at him before getting up to change into some pajamas, which Sebastian did as well. After brushing my teeth, I turned off the lights and slid under to covers. Sebastian brought me in for a kiss, licking my lips to gain access to my mouth. The kiss escalated quickly, his lips needy and his tongue down my throat. As much as I tried resisting, I couldn't help but yawn, immediately causing me to turn a bright shade of red.
"I'm sorry!" I said, pulling him in for another kiss. He laughed, pulling away and lying back down on his side before pulling me into his chest.
"We've had a long day. Besides, there's always tomorrow." He said kissing my forhead. Minutes later and we were already asleep.
The day started early, Sebastian waking me up so that we could watch the sun rise from the balcony. After quickly getting ready, the adventure began with Sebastian taking me to all his favorite spots; his favorite Café, his favorite stores, his favorite little places that no one else would know about unless they had grown up there. We visited every tourist attraction we could; the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame Cathedral, Le Louvre, parks, bridges, museums, everything! I made sure to stop by a souvenir shop, buying dozens of little items for the glee club and my family.
The entire day was spent running back and forth, barely stopping at all to catch a breather. Sebastian wanted to make sure that I could see the best of what Paris had to offer in the limited time we had there. It was already evening by the time we were on the last part of the tour, a boat ride on the Seine River. We were standing at the edge of the boat, taking as many pictures as I could before something crossed my mind.
"Sebastian…can I ask you something?"
"Anything killer, what's up?" Sebastian said placing his arm around my shoulder.
"I don't know why this crossed my mind, well actually, I can't believe it took me until now to think about it, but I don't know if I want to tell you because I know tha-" Sebastian squeezed my hand. I had gone on a rant again, hadn't I? "Well, I just wanted to know…about your mom." I could feel Sebastian tense as he turned his gaze away from me and down to the water. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. "If you don't want to talk about it, I completely understand. I just thought that maybe since we're already here you would want to visit her?"
"My mother and I aren't very close." He said in barely a whisper. "It would be pointless to show up. If I wanted to be rejected by a parent, I could have waited until my father came home." I realized that when Sebastian spoke about his parents, he always referred to them as mother and father instead of mom and dad. I didn't blame him; you call your parent's mom and dad when you are close to them.
"I understand. I just didn't want you to miss out on an opportunity to see her." I said, holding his hand. Sebastian smiled, but I knew that he wanted to drop it.
When we were back on land and in the taxi, Sebastian sighed. "I thought about her the entire flight but decided against it. I wanted to focus all my attention on you, so I just pushed her out of my mind."
"Sebastian, if you want to see her don't let me stop you. I'll go with you if you'd like." Sebastian turned his head to look at me.
"You would do that for me?"
"Of course I would. I'll be there for you the entire time. I won't leave your side." Sebastian turned his attention to the driver and instructed him to drive to a different address. When we arrived at what I presumed was Mrs. Smythe's house, I couldn't help but admire how beautiful the house was.
When we arrived at the door, I squeezed Sebastian's hand. "You can do this." Sebastian sighed heavily and fixed his already perfect cardigan before ringing the doorbell. A minute later and someone opened the door. Before us stood a beautiful woman; perfect complexion, tall, lean, and absolutely stunning. I wasn't sure what her age was, but she looked young. Her beauty amazed me, and her presence alone gave off the impression that she was elegant. There was one thing I had for certain though, this woman was the spitting image of Sebastian. No doubt this was his mother.
"Sebastian?" she said, surprise clearly written all over her face.
"Hello mother."