Title: Worth Fighting For
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: M
Characters/Pairing: Sebastian Smythe/Blaine Anderson
Word Count: 6,041
Summary: Sebastian knows something is wrong with the way Blaine is glowering at him over the rim of his mug of eggnog. Once he discovers the reason why, he makes resolutions to plan something special with the help of some old friends. **Close to Nothing sequel**
Warnings/Spoilers: As a 'Close to Nothing' sequel, you really should have read that already to understand the gravitas of this story. Also, there is embedded art in this chapter, which you can view on AO3 or my Tumblr. And you may need tissues.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy, or anything else related to the FOX universe.
Happy Valentine's Day! Have a Seblaine proposal - on Valentine's Day :)
When Blaine finally appears around the curve of the Gardens leading him towards the bridge, Sebastian is almost certain the air grows more silent and more still. The rushing traffic that has seemingly roared in his ears for sixteen minutes has faded away; the birds seem to realise something important is happening and stop obnoxiously chirping to each other; the squirrels are on heightened alert at the magic swirling around and freeze in their latest leap from tree to tree to watch.
Blaine spots him standing at the top of the bridge almost immediately and he stops moving, his eyes fixed on Sebastian's and his mouth a little agape. There's a small distance between them but Sebastian can see his eyes are red, and not just because it's below freezing and the swirls of wind are glacial.
And then Blaine's moving again, slowly and cautiously climbing the curve of the bridge with a small, shy smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes that isn't just because there are more tears brimming.
"You're sneaky," Blaine greets with a choked giggle.
Sebastian grins, taking Blaine's hand and pulling him close enough to kiss gently. All his tension and anxiety bleeds away as Blaine rises to his tiptoes to kiss back, mittened hands cradling his face.
"I was once brilliant at planning things," he muses with a dismissive tilt of his head and a quirked eyebrow. Blaine laughs against him, his breath escaping in white puffs against Sebastian's chest as he grasps at Sebastian's scarf. "The next part of the plan involves you listening to me talk about how much I love you."
He releases his grip on Blaine enough to lower himself to one knee and though Blaine would've known what was happening long before now, he still emits the most adorable little gasp of surprise from the widest smile Sebastian's ever seen.
"Blaine Anderson," Sebastian starts, and even though he's mentally rehearsed this for months, he still finds himself searching for precisely the right words and phrases because he's dreamed this moment so many times and changed his mind about how to start so many times. "Do you remember when we first met and the first thing you said to me was that my voice gave you chills?"
Blaine nods, his eyes shiny and his lower lip trembling but not making a sound. Sebastian wonders if he's become too afraid to speak and break the spell that's enveloped them.
"Well that, Blaine Anderson, is how I felt when I first saw you and how I still feel when I see you. And I don't just say that because I've spent hours in these hellishly freezing temperatures," he jokes and Blaine giggles. "I remember being hopelessly struck by you as a teenager in the Dalton Common Room, not wanting to let you out of my sight because you were so different and so wonderfully brilliant and so incredibly talented and smart. How many nights did we stay up too late quoting Romeo and Juliet because you wanted to compare your lines to West Side Story?" He sees the flicker of recognition in Blaine's eyes, like a long-buried secret Sebastian's never forgotten. He smiles, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of Blaine's mitten. "We used to talk about Shakespeare a lot, remember? That's part of why I love coming to the Shakespeare Gardens with you, because it reminds me of how we found each other, and lost each other, and then found each other again like some convoluted Shakespeare play where Fate always has a way of drawing together the right people when they need each other the most."
He reaches into his coat and withdraws a small bouquet of five flowers he'd twined with wire earlier in the afternoon, one each of the five flowers that had been carefully planted throughout the Garden over the course of the afternoon. He hands Blaine the bundle and watches him wipe away a couple of tears with his mittens.
"I've been wanting to propose for a really long time. Like, a really long time. You have no idea how long I've been thinking about this," he says and Blaine sniffles around a laugh. "And then I settled on today because…because it was the first day I kissed you, because it was the first day I realised you understood me, and you, and us. It was the day I realised you weren't trying to erase or reduce the importance of my relationship with Andy but show your respect for and acknowledgement of it and…and honestly, looking back on it now, I think that's when I realised I really could love you too."
He swallows and exhales slowly, steadying his nerves and his voice by focusing on the flowers.
"The yellow rose symbolises friendship. I think we've done a much better job cultivating friendship as adults than we did as teenagers because even though I know you thought of me as a friend, I'm pretty sure all I was doing was flirting with you but I had no real respect for the relationship you were in or the person you were. Looking back now, I'm sorry for who I was because you deserved so much better than someone filled with such self-importance."
Blaine squeezes his hand, as if to say it's not his fault. He knows he isn't that person anymore, he lost that version of himself years ago, but if he's going to propose, if he's going to say all these things he hasn't said for years because he's struggled to find the words, then he's going to say it now. And Blaine deserves an apology for the teenage brat he was. Most of the McKinley kids do.
"And then… Then there's the red rose, which I know you know symbolises love." His smile wobbles a little as he looks up to meet Blaine's eyes again. "Honestly, I love you so much I can't even explain it to you or to anyone else but I think you get it, I think you understand it. I- I'm still not really great at expressing that part of me because it feels so scary and vulnerable but I know I'm only capable of loving again, of loving you, because you've been so patient and gentle and loving with me, reminding me to live and to breathe and to hope again. And I… I can't express how grateful I am for that, that you showed me love and light and warmth when I had been so broken and dark and cold for so long."
The lump that always knots in his throat when he thinks or talks about Andy blossoms because he's reached the part he always knew would be the hardest part of his speech, but he also knows he has to say it and he knows he can say it because he's whispered it to himself often enough when staring in the mirror or travelling to work to try to reduce how overwhelmingly anguished it left him the first time.
"The white rose…symbolises Andy," he says, his voice cracking slightly and Blaine grips his hand even tighter. "I… The three roses together – the yellow and the red and the white – that you made into a little bunch on our first Valentine's Day… I was so overcome by how accepting you were of me and my grief, how you didn't flee when I was overcome but instead coaxed me back to life again and again until you were able to so simply and so succinctly recognise how important he was to me and how our relationship was… Well, becoming just that, a relationship." He pauses to calm his racing emotions, inhaling a couple of times to soothe the ache in his chest, and Blaine offers another small squeeze to his hand, silent support to remind him that he can do this. "I can't forget Andy. He's entangled in my soul, in the person I became after I left high school, and I can't- I can't pretend that I'll ever be over him because of what happened." A tear spills down his cheek that Blaine automatically wipes away and he looks up, smiling through the shimmery tears he's trying not to shed. "But Blaine, I know he's my past and that you are both my present and my future. I'd be stupid to keep focusing on ghosts when someone so stunning is standing before me."
It's Blaine's turn to sniffle and Sebastian can see the tears dripping off Blaine's jaw and getting caught in his scarf. He's nearly done talking. Probably. After all, he's had a lot of time to think about this.
"And so… And so that brings me to the last flowers in the bunch. They're there because they're our favourite flowers," he says, and he finds it easier to talk now that he's moving past talking about Andy. "When I discovered the sunset rose six years ago, I fell in love with it because I thought it embodied me and us in a single flower, a combination of the flowers you put together on Valentine's Day. It holds our friendship and our love with just the smallest hint that Andy is ever-present but not overwhelming to the dynamic we have."
He can see Blaine examining the flower with renewed interest because he'd never explained why the sunset flower had become his favourite. It was something he'd waved off, that the contrasting colours were pretty, but he always knew it went deeper than that and he's glad he can finally share his thoughts about the flower with Blaine.
"Which brings me to the last flower, the one that's the most important in your little posy, and not just because it provides a nice colour contrast to all the warm colours."
Blaine laughs and rolls his head with a small shake of his head at the corniness of his line, but he'd needed to put in something humorous and silly to break up all the teary emotion-shedding.
"The purple tulip historically has symbolised royalty, but it can also mean an admiration of accomplishments. In a bouquet it can mean strength, passion and love. And you, Blaine, embody all those things to me – except maybe the prince part. You might need a DNA test for that."
Blaine snorts. "You're ridiculous," he mutters and Sebastian grins brightly.
"Including the purple tulip is more than that though because where you once included the white rose to acknowledge Andy, including the purple tulip is my way of acknowledging you. How much you mean to me, how much I value you, how much I'm amazed by you every single day. I know we ran into each other in a crazy sort of coincidence during my lunch break and then you showed up at my apartment after I got drunk but Blaine, you stayed. You stayed and every day I got to witness your strength, your resilience, your determination, your endless supply of support and gentleness and… And you healed so many of the cracked and broken parts of me that I thought would remain shattered forever."
He gazes at Blaine and he remembers how Andy had looked at him when he was proposing and he's honestly not sure which sight is more beautiful.
All he knows is that this is definitely, positively, absolutely, the right decision.
He clings to Blaine's hand, the anchor in his storm like always, and feels grounded and calm even though the world could be ending beyond their quiet bubble.
"I am indebted to you, I am in awe of you, and I am wholly and hopelessly and completely in love with you in a way I never thought I'd ever feel again."
He withdraws the velvet box from the pocket of his coat and cracks the lid, huffing a small frustrated laugh when he opens it backwards and has to turn it around for Blaine to see. Blaine laughs through his tears, staring at Sebastian expectantly with the brightest of smiles.
"Blaine Devon Anderson, will you marry me?"
He barely gets the question out before Blaine is pulling him to his feet, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's neck and kissing the life out of him. His knee hurts from being bent so long but none of it matters as he curls his arms around Blaine's body and loses himself in the kisses.
"Yes," Blaine whispers between kisses that are bruising to his cold lips. "Yes. You could ask me a million times and the answer would always be yes."
The frantic, somewhat desperate flurry of kisses lasts for God knows how long before it grew slower, more assured and warm and searing him with heat all the way down to his toes. It's like a hot summer day beyond their bubble and it isn't until a gust of wind smacks him in the face that he remembers it's actually freezing.
"I love you," Blaine breathes against his lips, foreheads tilted together as they hold each other and calm their shaky exhales.
Sebastian smiles and kisses him again, softly and briefly. "I love you too," he echoes, pulling away just enough to remove Blaine's left mitten and slide the ring on. The platinum band ringed with a thin groove of black diamonds fits snugly, and Sebastian exhales the last bit of anxiety that somehow Blaine had put on or lost weight in the months since he'd bought the ring and it wouldn't fit perfectly.
He gazes at it, realising that it's finally, finally, happened and Blaine kisses him again. It feels like an awful shame to have to put Blaine's mitten back on where no one will be able to see the ring just yet, but he'll admire it plenty when they go to dinner and dispense with all their outerwear, or when they're back at their apartment and he's peeling clothes from Blaine's body, or when he's running his hands and mouth all over Blaine in bed that night.
They kiss and kiss until Sebastian realises the light is shifting, the oncoming danger of a stupidly early sunset approaching. He grabs Blaine's hand and breaks a little of the spell that had befallen them the past hour.
"C'mon. Let me show you the Gardens before Rachel flips out that we didn't admire her work enough," he insists and Blaine chuckles and follows his lead, the tiny bouquet of five flowers clutched tight in his other hand.
"Let me guess, she tasked a small army with helping?" Blaine says and Sebastian nods, unable to hide his grin now that it's done, it's over, it's official. He feels so giddy he's not sure he'll erase the smile from his face for weeks.
"Pretty sure she enlisted her entire stage crew, plus Jesse, to help with this. To be fair, she ordered more flowers than I'd asked for so now I owe her more than I know how to give when she got so many people to help out."
Blaine grins and Sebastian leads him along the path that had been created for Blaine to follow, only it's in reverse. They move from a cluster of purple tulips towards where they become speckled with sunset roses which leads to a clump of them at a particular curve of the Garden. Along the path, Rachel had decided to sprinkle an assortment of petals from the five types of flowers which shows the path to follow. It had been her brilliant idea when they'd no longer needed to plant flowers but still had a seemingly endless supply.
"It is both really clever and really pretty what you did," Blaine admires and Sebastian kisses his temple, glad that his hard work planning all this had truly paid off even though Rachel was most responsible for the execution.
They continue wandering the path as the sunset roses gradually give way to white roses. A patch had been specifically set up around a Hamlet quote emblazoned in bronze and embedded in the ground. It was the one quote he'd made sure to emphasise and had been completely non-negotiable with Rachel that he acknowledge it with the white roses, and only the white roses.
'There's rosemary, that's for remembrance,
Pray you, love, remember.
And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.'
"I'll never ask you to forget him, you know that, right?" Blaine says, gazing at the sign and the surrounding white roses for longer than he'd looked at any of the other flowers because he completely understands the symbolism which Sebastian hadn't explained to Rachel.
"I do," he says, slipping his arm around Blaine's waist and tucking him into his side. "It's part of why I love you so much. You let me remember. You let me keep my thoughts and memories of him. And you also ensure I keep moving forward, making new memories with you and with other people and making sure I don't get lost in those feelings that used to destroy me."
Blaine looks up at him, an almost-brittle smile on his lips. "I saw how you were those first twelve months. I know he meant the world to you."
"You mean the world to me too, B," he assures with a soft kiss. "You've seen how I am the last seven years and you haven't left yet. That means more to me than the whole world." He kisses Blaine's forehead even though he knows his lips are chilled. "You know that, right? That I love you in a way that isn't attached to him? He was a long time ago and I meant what I said when I proposed. He was my past but you are unequivocally my present and future."
"I know," Blaine says, his gaze steady and looking so composed and confident and maybe a little giddy. "I know a part of you is always his because of how you lost him, but I know who you were in high school too, remember? I see how you've changed but you also manage to remind me of the teenagers we were while proposing and bringing up Shakespeare quotes." Blaine laughs a little and Sebastian can't help smiling shyly because he felt like such a sap holding on to those memories. "You see me and you hear me, and you care and take the time with me. I know he mattered but I know we matter too. I'm not afraid to love you because you lost Andy; I love you because of him, because he showed you how to love me and be honest with me. I accepted that a long time ago."
"When?" he says, because he feels dumbfounded at just how well Blaine knew him. He doubted this man would ever stop surprising him.
"I think it was a week or two after you first said you loved me back," Blaine says, his lips pursing a little as he thinks about it. "I was worried I'd said it too early or you were too afraid to repeat it or maybe you didn't want to say it, because you weren't able to love someone again or you didn't want to love me, but then you said it and...and I saw, like, the teenager in you that had laughed over the phone when I tried to explain how I loved Kurt - do you remember that? - and I saw the you, now, who could say you loved me and I could see it in your eyes that you meant it. You knew how to love and you knew how to make me feel special and wanted and I- I think it just made me love you more."
"Good God, I love you," he mutters with a slightly awed shake of his head, and Blaine giggles a little breathlessly and meets him in the middle for a dozen kisses. He almost doesn't want to go to dinner now. He'd rather just get back to their apartment, pronto.
"I love you too," Blaine replies when the kisses slow, squeezing into his embrace and looking so beautifully happy that Sebastian finds it dazzling. "More than you could ever know. And honestly? I just shared some of my proposal speech because I was about ready to do something if you didn't, so you're welcome."
He laughs and Blaine grins so brightly that it could re-light the fading sun.
They continue their slow walk through the Gardens, where the white roses meander into red. Sebastian makes some off-handed joke about how the Queen of Hearts' painters must have been through and Blaine rolls his eyes and laughs despite protesting Sebastian's sense of humour is simply awful.
And then the yellow roses fade away and the trail of multicoloured flower petals comes to an end, which means they're at the start of the path.
"You really know how to knock a guy over with romantic gestures, Sebastian Smythe," Blaine muses, looking back at the flower path with approval, and Sebastian kisses his nose as they exit the Gardens to find the path that will lead them to Belvedere Castle. He almost wants to pick bunches of flowers from the path so he can learn flower pressing and preserve the day forever.
"One of us has to be the romantic gesture-maker in this relationship. I still remember your first line, 'Are you a freshman?'" He mimics in a high-pitched tone before scoffing. Blaine bursts into laughter. "I mean, please. I never looked that young and I already towered over you."
"You left me speechless," Blaine confesses with a shrug and Sebastian chuckles, tucking Blaine closer as they meander towards the Castle. "I just needed to keep you talking to me and the look of abject horror on your face to correct my mistake more than did the trick."
"Are you saying you used the worst pick-up line in history and it worked?" he teases and Blaine shrugs, trying to smile innocently but unable to hide the amusement that shines in his eyes. "And here I thought that you were inept at telling someone's age when in reality, you just wanted to check I wasn't underage and get in my pants."
When Blaine wiggles his eyebrows but doesn't correct him, it's Sebastian's turn to burst into laughter. "What can I say? You had nice pants to get into," Blaine retorts and Sebastian nearly slips on the iced steps leading towards the Castle quadrangle in shock.
Although Blaine nearly joins him when their private bubble is abruptly broken by an almighty scream of, "Congratulations!"
He and Blaine both stumble in surprise, staring at all the people standing in the quadrangle throwing flower petals and streamers and glitter and confetti at them. Some of them are from Rachel's production but there are many more he doesn't recognise.
"You didn't know about this?" Blaine says, his eyes wide as he looks from the people to Sebastian. Sebastian can only shake his head dumbly before he spies Luca, Alison and Jesse waving at them from the top of the Castle.
"You really thought we'd all just go home and not wait to celebrate with you when I knew where you were coming afterwards?" Rachel says as she appears behind them, nearly giving Sebastian a heart attack. How long had she been following them?
"What if I'd turned the proposal down?" Blaine says with a small pout and Sebastian's almost certain he's going to have a heart attack. Blaine is only joking, right? He would've said yes regardless of-
"Oh please. My execution of all those floral arrangements was awesome and you were totally bawling while Sebastian was proposing so there was no way he tugged at all your heart strings that sharply and then you turned him down after you've been wanting him to propose for a year and had started making your own plans," Rachel says with a dismissive wave. Sebastian notices the crowd has thinned and wonders if she'd managed to simply rope in members of the public who had been visiting the Castle that afternoon. She's so well-known these days that they'd probably been tripping over themselves as long as they got a photo with her.
"Bawling?" Blaine says to her at the same time as Sebastian says "Wait, a year?" to Blaine.
Blaine looks sheepish but Rachel looks unapologetic. "Do you really think I didn't ensure there would be photos and videos for you to look at later?" she says, rolling her eyes and waving her phone in their faces. "C'mon, guys. Try to keep up. Facebook already knows."
And while Sebastian's grateful he enlisted Rachel's help to pull off his proposal, he starts to wonder how much of it was according to his plan and how much she'd realised there were areas he'd neglected to think about – like taking photos of the moment and posting them to Rachel's account for the world to see.
They're a tangle of naked limbs with Blaine half-sprawled across his chest later that night. He's exhausted, too many hours on his feet in the cold and too much anxiety for weeks finally catching up to him, but he also feels extraordinarily content as he trails his fingertips over Blaine's back, across his shoulders, through the curls at the nape of his neck. He can feel the tiny shivers of Blaine's body against him when he passes over a particularly sensitive spot and hides his smile with a kiss to the top of Blaine's head. He loves this, these quiet moments soaking each other in when it's the dead of night.
"You said you'd been waiting a really long time to propose," Blaine murmurs, his fingers tiptoeing over the freckles on the inside of Sebastian's bicep. "Can I…ask why you changed your mind? Or like… Why you settled on it being today?"
Sebastian's so calm, so in love, that it doesn't even make his heart skip a beat with nervous tension. He's still so giddy that he feels like when the high wears off, he'll end up crying just because he's so overemotional.
"I wanted it to be a day that was special to us," he says simply, his hand brushing the back of Blaine's neck and drawing the darkened eyes upwards. There's just enough light piercing the curtains to be able to see each other. "There are days that…that have meaning for us, but they're also filled with memories of Andy. Like I still think of him at Christmas and New Year and he's all I think about at Thanksgiving, even though I don't completely shut down anymore."
Blaine nods, his glittering eyes never straying from Sebastian's face.
"But Valentine's Day… It feels like our day, far more than with Andy." He snakes his hand into Blaine's hair and the other male releases a pleased hum. "I considered all sorts of dates, like the first day we met at Dalton. I decided against it because it didn't feel like us. It was a different version of us and that just… I didn't like it. So then I thought of the day we ran into each other in the city, but I know I was so lost then that it didn't really feel right either. And… I don't know," he gives a small shrug and loops Blaine's curls around his fingers. "I started thinking maybe I shouldn't mark some particular anniversary because I felt like you'd say yes on any day, at any time, without some big thing but… I felt like you deserved that. You deserved the time and effort and patience it would take to make something spectacular and it deserved to be on a day which mattered to us. I wanted to do that for you so it…it needed to be an important day. And I kept coming back to how my whole world shifted on Valentine's Day when I saw the bunch of flowers you'd made."
Blaine presses a kiss against his sternum, his exhale and errant curls tickling Sebastian's chest. "I think I forget you can be so cheesy sometimes because you're so prone to just kissing me rather than talking."
He snorts and scrunches his fingers in Blaine's hair lightly. "Between us, we have enough cheese for a pretty damn good pizza."
Blaine chuckles as he snuggles back into his chest. The silence lapses around them again, warm and soothing. Blaine's weight is a familiar comfort but Sebastian's still far too alert to even contemplate sleeping. He thinks the adrenaline flooding his system might sustain him for a week.
"I didn't really…expect it, you know?" Blaine says suddenly, unexpectedly quiet, and Sebastian resumes stroking fingertips over his skin. "Like, Rachel's known for ages that I've wanted to marry you but I was too afraid to propose because I kept thinking maybe you wouldn't be ready to say yes or maybe you only wanted one great marriage in your life. But I- I kept hoping and then I saw Trent got engaged over Christmas and I forgot all my concerns about you because I realised I hadn't been married yet and I wanted that so much and I got scared because maybe you didn't want to marry me. I never doubted you loved me but maybe you only wanted us to...to be boyfriends or partners, but not husbands? And so then I didn't know how to manage my desire for getting married and your possible fears about getting married again and it made me into an uncertain mess because I was scared I wasn't enough, even though everything in me said we were our own version of perfect."
Blaine pauses and Sebastian can feel the tremors in his heartbeat which have nothing to do with the mind-blowing orgasm he's almost certainly recovered from. Blaine tilts his head so their eyes meet and he notes the shy smile that eases some of his own worries that Blaine had been spinning into circles without him noticing. "I spoke to Rachel about it a lot the past year and she always assured me that you did love me, and we would get married, and I trusted her but I was...still afraid? And then… Then after what you said over Christmas, I realised that what we had, what we have, is so great and I was pushing for something that was enormous to you which meant I… I was being so selfish for some paper and a new status for us and somewhere I'd stopped thinking about how you might be affected because of your memories of Andy because I wanted more with you."
"You weren't being selfish," Sebastian says firmly, because he was well-aware of how they were both prone to insecurities and for far too many months, Sebastian had been struggling to decide on a date and a plan to propose and Blaine had been thinking he didn't even want to get married again. They were such opposite ends of the same anxiety that it made him ache. "I think… I think we just hadn't really talked about it and I knew I wanted to propose, I knew I wanted to marry you, and I was still… I know it's been so many years but I don't think it'll never stop hurting. At least a little bit," he admits, because although he's mostly restored to a whole and functioning human being, there are still pieces missing and he's accepted that. And Blaine's accepted him for that. "But after what you said at Christmas, I realised that you were ready, you did want it, and it was just my fears holding us both back and using Andy... It was an excuse because deep down, I've always been afraid of losing you and what that would do to me. I maybe didn't love you in high school but I did really, really like you, you know? And then what I feel for you now... God, I can't even explain it."
Blaine's fingers span over his chest and Sebastian can't help but run his fingers through the damp, curly hair he adores so much.
"So I… I called his mom. Last month. It was… It felt almost like I needed to get her blessing to propose, that it was okay to move on, more than I needed your father's permission. And she was… She was so amazingly kind and supportive about it that I knew I needed to stop holding myself back."
"Was that the day you were…?"
"Yeah." He bites his lip as he remembers how much of that night is a blank blur because he'd been trying to process so many painful feelings and Blaine had patiently stroked his hair and encouraged him to eat and shower and sleep. It had been his first major shut-down in more than two years and it had been difficult to explain to Blaine what had caused it without spoiling everything. "She wants an invitation, by the way. To the wedding. She wants to meet you and so does John."
"They're… They're your parents, in a sense," Blaine says, gazing at him and Sebastian can hear the smile in his voice. "You know I'd never say no to meeting them and hearing all their stories about a version of you I wish I'd met."
He nods, kissing Blaine lightly and smiling into it when he feels Blaine's knee hitch higher against his hip. "But you have met that person, Killer. He's the same one that's deliriously happy with how much he loves you and adores you," he whispers, and he can feel Blaine's smile when they kiss again, and again, and again.
He can feel Blaine's need when the kisses turn slow and drawn-out and he can feel Blaine's adoration when he feels like the air is stolen from his lungs by how intimate and deliberate the kisses are, even though they remain unhurried because something within them says this needs to be slow, this needs to be meaningful. He can feel Blaine's desire in the way he rolls his hips to shift more fully over Sebastian's waist and he can feel Blaine's breath stutter past his lips when Sebastian's hand curves over his ass and he can feel Blaine's arousal, hot and heavy and hard, as they find a familiar pattern of kissing and touching and snatching inhalations.
And when they're grasping at each other, when his lips are mouthing against Blaine's neck and Blaine's gasping and clutching onto him, when they're sticky and sweaty and shaking all over, when their breathing is synched but their hopelessly hammering hearts are far too irregular to match for long, he knows he's the luckiest person in the world to have this man love him back.
~FIN~