Chapter 21: Parents
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When we walked into the house, Mrs. Smythe didn't even hug Sebastian. Nothing. Not a kiss, not a handshake, and barely even granted him a glance. Sebastian and I sat in the living room, waiting for Mrs. Smythe to return from the kitchen where she went to get us water. Sebastian was composed, but I could tell from his face that he was uncomfortable.
"I'm surprised to see you." She said as she sat down across from us and placed the cups on the table.
"It's nice to see you too mother." She looked over to me quickly before looking back to Sebastian, which he caught. "This is Blaine. He's my boyfriend." Sebastian said grabbing my hand. I looked over at him when he shot me a glance and a small smile before quickly looking back towards Mrs. Smythe. It took my by surprise that he had introduced me as his boyfriend.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Smythe. I-" I started.
"What are you doing here Sebastian?" She said interrupting me, completely ignoring the hand I had extended to shake hers.
"I brought Blaine to Paris so that we could spend Valentine's Day in Paris. Our trip was short, but he's never been here before and I knew he would enjoy it."
"That's not what I'm asking. What are you doing here?" I couldn't believe how cold Sebastian's mother was being. Did she hate Sebastian that much?
"I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing." Sebastian said, fidgeting slightly in his seat.
"I need you to leave."
"Mother plea-"
"My husband will be here shortly and I can't have you here. He doesn't know about you and I don't plan on that ever changing." Sebastian's expression was hard. He was staring directly at her, his mouth open but no words coming out.
"Y-you got remarried?"
"Of course I did. You didn't think I would simply spend the rest of my life alone like your miserable father did you?"
"I…why didn't you tell me?" Sebastian was trembling, his eyes blinking rapidly trying to hold back his tears. I didn't want to judge this woman, because after all she was the mother of the man that I loved, but anyone could see that she was a bitch.
"Did I have a reason to? Sebastian, as far as I'm concerned you and your father are free to do whatever you'd like. I'm sorry to say that you really don't matter to me. Did you really think that I would go out of my way to tell you that I was married?" Why was she being so cruel?
"Mrs. Smythe, I don't mean to be rude bu-" I started, but was stopped when Sebastian whispered "don't" to me. How could she speak to her own son like that? It didn't make sense to me.
"I'm sorry we intruded mother. We'll be on our way." Sebastian said standing up. "But before I go, can I ask why you're mailbox says that you're still a Smythe?"
She laughed before standing up. "You of all people should know the privileges that come with this last name Sebastian. I would be a fool to change it." With that, Mrs. Smythe walked us to the door. She opened the door and looked away, not even wanting to look at her own son before he left. This woman was so spiteful it was sickening.
I tried stopping myself, I really did. "Just so you know Mrs. Smythe, even without a mother in his life, Sebastian has managed to become an extraordinary person. I know you hate him, but you should be proud of your son. He's intelligent and athletic, and talented like you wouldn't even believe."
Mrs. Smythe looked at me as if I was dirt. "Excuse me?"
"He's kind. He's caring. And despite everything life has thrown at him, I'm happy to say he has turned out to be an incredible man. I'm proud to call him my boyfriend."
"Who are you to talk to me like that?" Mrs. Smythe grabbed me by my arm. Sebastian's eyes widened before he ripped her arm off of me and grabbed my hand.
"Let's go." He said pulling me out of the house, but I stopped to turn around and look at her.
"But you know what the best thing about him is? That he turned out to be nothing like you." Mrs. Smythe's jaw dropped. I turned around to walk away, only to bump into Sebastian.
Sebastian was still, staring at a figure that was walking closer to us. It was a tall man with a small child, maybe 6 or 7, holding his hand. The man looked at Mrs. Smythe before turning his gaze to look back at us. "Who are they?" He said, his voice deep. Menacing. The little boy let go of his father's hand before running towards us.
"Hi, I'm Sam!" The little boy said to us, staring up at Sebastian. Sebastian couldn't look at him.
"Hi Sam, I'm Blaine and this is Seba-" I started.
"Come here Sam!" Mrs. Smythe yelled.
The boy ran to Mrs. Smythe, happily yelling 'mommy!'. The little boy jumped into Mrs. Smythe's arms. I could hear her saying motherly things to the boy, not sure whether to taunt Sebastian, or actually happy to see her son. In that instant, I knew I needed to get Sebastian out of there. Sebastian was still staring at the man, his eyes dark and his body tense. Sebastian was about to crumble.
"No one, they were about to leave." She said after putting the boy down.
"Sebastian. Let's get out of here." I whispered, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me. Sebastian looked down to the floor as we passed by the taller man who turned around to watch us leave.
When we arrived on a main street, I got us a taxi. Sebastian didn't look angry; he looked disappointed. Upset. I directed the driver where to go, realizing that Sebastian wasn't going to speak anytime soon. Sebastian hadn't said a single word since his eyes met with that little boys, but never once let go of my hand.
When we arrived at the hotel, Sebastian sat down on the edge of the bed. I kneeled down in front of him, hoping to be able to look him in the eyes. "I'm so sorry Sebastian, I should have never pushed you to see her. What do you want to do? Want to take a bath? Want a massage? Let's do something." I was desperately seeking anyway to take Sebastian's mind off of what just happened. It made me nauseas thinking about how cruel a mother could be to her own son. Just then, I appreciated my mother more than I ever had before. I was blessed to have parents who loved me.
"Undress yourself okay? I'm going to go start the bath water." I said standing up and kissing him before making my way to the bathroom. When the tub was full, I put some bubbles in it before going to get Sebastian who was sitting there in his boxers. He looked up at me and smiled before standing up and going to the bathroom. I quickly threw off my clothes and walked into the bathroom to find Sebastian already sitting in the tub, his head tilted backwards resting against the wall. He looked up at me and extended his hand. I grabbed his hand and sat down in between his legs before he hugged me and placed kisses on the back of my neck.
Sebastian was kissing my neck when I felt a tear land on my shoulder. He was crying. He's shed tears twice in front of me; once because of his father, and now because of his mother.
"Sebastian."
"I'm okay." He said resting his forehead against the back of my head. I grabbed his hands and brought them up to my lips so I could kiss them.
"I love you."
"Why is it that the two people who should love me…the two people who gave me life, hate me, yet the person I hurt countless times is here with me, telling me that he loves me."
"You have so many people who love you Sebastian. Of course, none of them matter as much as I do, but they're still there." Sebastian laughed.
"I'm not you Blaine. Everyone can't help but love you. I'm the asshole, remember?"
"Oh c'mon, you know that's not true. When will you accept people's love? You have so many friends now that you've opened up. And my parents love you. Cooper loves you. The Warblers love you. The glee club loves you."
"And you know what they all have in common?"
"What?"
"You. All of these people came into my life because of you." Sebastian stood up and dried off, before turning his head to wink at me and walked out of the bathroom. When I walked into the room, Sebastian was on the bed, laying there in all his naked glory.
Sebastian pulled me on top of him before kissing me; a sweet, gentle kiss. His fingers were roaming my body, lightly touching my skin, forming goose bumps. Sebastian was being different; not in a bad way, but this was kinder…loving. Our bodies were intertwined, exploring each other as if this was the first time. He turned me over so that I was on my stomach and he was lying down on top me, his legs tangled with mine.
His hand travelled along my arm until he placed his fingers in between mine, holding my hand from the back. He kissed my neck, leaving a trail of kisses all down my spine. I felt his fingers going in, causing my cock to tingle and get harder. I couldn't help but rub against the mattress, needing what was about to happen.
Sebastian was sucking my earlobe, knowing that it was my weak spot. With his free hand, I felt him reach underneath me to stroke me. After some preparation, I could feel his length inside of me, hitting that spot with every thrust. Our bodies were sweaty, moving together at the same rhythm. It felt as if we were in sync. Connected. Sebastian was slow; enjoying every moment of it. Caressing me. Loving me. I could stay like this forever.
I moaned his name as we both finished at the same time, Sebastian not once letting go of my hand. I couldn't put my finger on it, but this time was special. This time was perfect. It felt like one of those scenes in the movies where the actors are having rough, sensual, intimate sex, but everything was going in slow motion.
Sebastian was panting as he rolled off of my, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Want to know something?" He said in between gasps for air. I nodded my head. "I've been with a lot of guys in my years. A lot." He started.
"Shut up." I said smacking him in the arm, eliciting a laugh out of him.
"You didn't let me finish! Well, I did finish but…" I rolled my eyes at him. He was so immature sometimes. "Sorry. Ruining the moment. What I wanted to tell you was that…yes I've had sex with a lot of people…but for the first time in my life, I think I know what people mean when they say they made love to someone." Sebastian's face turned a bright shade of red. Normally, it was me who was blushing. I couldn't help but light up as a smile came on my lips. I knew it was different for me, and Sebastian felt the same way. I felt connected…in synch with Sebastian. I always felt at one with him, but he was right. It wasn't just sex…it was love.
"God, I'm so gay." Sebastian said shaking his head and running his hand through his hair. "And no, I didn't mean the guy-on-guy gay, I meant I'm so fucking cheesy." He said laughing as I threw a pillow at his face.
"Shut up! I love it when you're sweet. It's not gay." I said rolling my eyes.
"If you say so" He said, bringing me in closer to him. In that moment, I was sure that Sebastian had forgotten everything his mom had said to him that night. Nothing mattered except him and I.
"Did we have to leave?" I said pouting as we were exiting the airplane. The last stop we had made was to a little breakfast place to have a typical French breakfast, but we couldn't do much else or we would have missed our flight.
"Unfortunately, yes. If we came back tomorrow, you definitely would have missed Monday. You should have a day to rest up."
"Imagine the faces of the maids when they went into clean the room this morning. I feel bad for them, having to clean all that sticky stuff from the mattress." Sebastian said with a smirk.
"Shut up! I felt so bad." I said shaking my head. It was actually really embarrassing.
I yawned loudly, not really being able to sleep on the plane.
"Told you." Sebastian said wrapping his arm around me. Just then we saw my mom and dad waving at us. "Understandable though, you didn't get much sleep last night." Sebastian whispered in my ear, sending blood directly to my... I punched his arm, realizing that I was blushing again.
"Hi mom! Hi dad!" I said running up to them to give them a hug.
"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Anderson!" Sebastian said hugging them as well.
"Hi sweeties! Sebastian, seriously, it feels weird when you call me Mrs. Anderson. Call me mom." My mom said with a stern look on her face.
"Sorry…" Sebastian looked away, nervous as to how close my mom felt with him.
"How was the trip boys?" My dad asked, taking the suitcases from us and leading us to the car.
"You have no idea! It was so freaking amazing! Let's just say Sebastian had to drag my by the legs to get onto the plane." I said laughing.
"You have to tell us all everything!" My mom grabbed my hand and Sebastian's with the other before dragging us outside. I looked over to Sebastian and rolled my eyes, but Sebastian seemed comfortable with her display of affection. I couldn't help but inwardly smile. Maybe my parents could be parents to Sebastian as well.