Chapter 8 - words: 820
The following morning, Sebastian was in the kitchen making coffee when Blaine shuffled in. One glance at the other man's unruly curls would usually have him daydreaming about pulling on them during sex, but not today.
The dejected look on Blaine's face was enough to keep Sebastian from remarking on what a loser Hummel was, and how Blaine was better off without him. That didn't stop Sebastian from thinking it, though.
Apparently his thoughts must have shown on his face, for Blaine sighed and gave him a displeased look, as he drank his coffee. "You don't have to look so smug. It's way too early for you to be celebrating your victory," he told him.
Sebastian looked offended. "Prancy Smurf more than likely spent the whole night crying his eyes out because his 'one true love' dumped him for another guy. For ME, of all people. You bet your ass I'm celebrating," he said and raised a glass of Scotch. "And don't give me that look, not after last night. Besides, it's 5 o'clock somewhere," Sebastian said and drained the glass.
The look Blaine gave him would have made another man cower, but not Sebastian Smythe. He was made of sterner stuff and didn't give a fuck if some hot piece of ass disapproved of something he did. Then again, this was Blaine and not some random trick he had picked up at a bar.
There was just something about the hazel-eyed midget that made Sebastian want to believe he could be a better person. If not for himself, then for Blaine. As those thoughts seemed to take hold in his mind, Sebastian shook them off and got up. He walked over to the sink and set his glass down.
After a moment, he turned to face Blaine. "Get some coffee and then get your shoes. We're going for a run and then I'll bring you to my private gym. Don't bother bitching and telling me what you don't want to, that you're fine. This isn't about you. It's about me, like it always is. I can't be seen around town with someone who looks like one of those Teletubbies."
The words were meant to spark annoyance and maybe even anger on Blaine's part and when it did, Sebastian pursed his lips together to keep from smirking at the pissed off look on the other man's face. Blaine was so predictable, but that was okay. Sebastian liked that about him. "So? Go get your shit so we can go for our run, and to the gym."
Blaine finished his coffee and then met Sebastian's eyes head-on. "I know what you're doing. You're using your ego to annoy and distract me, and it's working." He hated to admit it, especially to Sebastian, but the knew him well enough to know what he was thinking, anyway. Blaine got up and set his own cup in the sink and went to get his shoes.
It wasn't long before they left Sebastian's house and went for their run. Blaine had no trouble keeping up with his friend for the first 5 miles, but when Sebastian kept going without seeming to slow down or break a sweat, Blaine gave up and just followed behind at a slower pace. He jumped and swatted Sebastian away, when his friend realized he had fallen behind, jogged around the next block and came up behind him, grabbing his shoulder.
"Sebastian, you ass!" Blaine complained as the other man started laughing and took off running again. When they reached the gym, Blaine wasn't sure where to start. It had been a while since he had done anything resembling exercising. He felt more than heard Sebastian walk up beside him. "I have no idea where to start," Blaine told him and glanced around the gym.
Sebastian grinned and led Blaine inside. "I have a few ideas that would help you burn calories and we could both have fun doing it." He laughed when Blaine rolled his eyes at his flirting. Then he slid an arm around the other man's waist. "Relax, midget. I'm just teasing. Or am I? You know I'm obsessed with your ass. It's one of the best I've ever seen."
They approached the front desk and then headed to workout. Sebastian explained where exits, bathroom's, food courts and the locker room was. Then he headed over to a weight bench, sat down and prepared a set of weights for him to use. Sebastian glanced up and nodded in satisfaction when he found the other man on a treadmill, lost in his thoughts and running. Glad that the gym had been a good idea.
Sebastian turned away from Blaine, and back to his own workout. "It'll take some time, but you'll forget about gayface soon. You're strong and you're close to figuring out what you want. It'll just take time." The words were mumbled, because Sebastian didn't want anyone to hear that he actually gave a shit about someone besides himself.