10 Days of Seblaine 2023 Day 2: Spies/Undercover
Summary: Sam's Goddaughter is upset and finally admits it's because she heard her fathers yelling at each other. He suggests they become detectives (like Batman) and go undercover to find out why.
Notes: Seblaine but primarily told through Sam's POV. There's a small section of just Sebastian and his daughter.
There's quite a bit of backstory for a one-shot, but I have 2 more stories in the same universe coming later this week.
I am attempting fluff. I don't do fluff (because I'm bad at it). However, Seblaine Weeks are my time to try new things. Honest (but respectful) comments would be appreciated. They will help with my editing/completion of the other fics in this series.
Maybe everyone was right. He shouldn't have run off to Hawaii and married another model. Three months into their marriage, she was cast in a movie filming in some country Sebastian had to point out on a map of Europe. A week later he received the annulment paperwork.
Since he'd moved into her place, and they never put his name on the lease, he was now living with Blaine and Sebastian. Best BFFs ever for never once saying I told you so, unlike Santana who said it every chance she got.
It wound up his moving in worked out for all of them. Sebastian was filling in as choreographer on a friend's directorial debut. It was only supposed to be a week. He was about to begin his second month. The show was having issues finding a new one after word got out why the last one quit.
This happened at the same time Blaine agreed to go back to his show before it closed and went on the road. Machiavelli the Musical really was Blaine's show. He and a couple friends at NYU wrote it for one of their classes. It made it into the hands of the right people and *poof* sold out theaters and three Tonys for Blaine, including Best Actor for Machiavelli. All the fangirls (and boys) went nuts when they heard Blaine was returning for the final shows.
While people were sad to see Machiavelli the Musical close on Broadway, they understood Blaine and his partners were ready to move on to other projects. Not to mention, the three of them made a boat load of money selling the movie rights.
That's why he (Sam Evans, male supermodel…well, in demand male model) agreed to become the babysitter (but he preferred Manny) for his favorite person in the world (his family and Blaine tied at a close second).
But something was wrong with his Goddaughter. She was never this quiet.
"Jellybean, what's wrong?"
"Nuthin"
"Angelica Penelope Anderson-Smythe…"
"Unc Sammy, I said nuthin!"
Ok, something was definitely wrong. Angelica was the easiest going 4-year old you'd ever meet, which no one expected considering Blaine and Sebastian adopted her from a member of Sebastian's family. Although, she did have her moments…like now.
"Uh-uh, you know the rule about yelling at people."
The little girl rolled her eyes (there's the Smythe gene) and flippantly grumbled "Don't yell. Use your words to say why you're mad."
"Correct."
"How come I got to do the rules but Poppy and Daddy don't?"
"Because they're adults and you're 4." Wait a minute…"What do you mean your Poppy and Daddy didn't follow the rule?"
"I heard Poppy and Daddy yellin. Tommy says his mommy and daddy started yellin and now his daddy don't live there anymore."
Damn that Tommy kid. He might be Angelica's preschool bestie, but he was also a total brat.
Thankfully, his brilliant Goddaughter was beginning Kindergarten at a school for musical prodigies in a few weeks. Blaine gave her a violin when she was 2 ½ and now she plays Beethoven. The school was so excited to get the daughter of two Tony winners, especially Blaine Broadway's Golden Touch Anderson, they found a way around the 5 year-old requirement.
"Jellybean, I promise your Daddy and Poppy aren't going anywhere."
"Then why was they yellin?"
"I don't know." Then Sam had what he believed was best idea ever (unlike getting married). "Why don't we become detectives and go undercover to find out?"
His idea brought out a 180 degree change in Angelica's attitude. "Like superheroes?"
Maybe not that great of an idea. "No, detectives…kind of like spies. You can't become a superhero until you turn 10. Remember?"
"Poppy says it's cuz when Daddy was little, Unc Coop said NightBird could fly if he jumped off the roof of Grammy and Grampy's house."
Sebastian didn't have a superhero problem. He had a Cooper goes overboard trying to be the fun uncle problem. And while 99% of the time it wasn't an issue, Blaine's brother had the habit of showing up unannounced whenever he booked a job in NYC.
"Yes, your Daddy was lucky he only broke his leg."
"And his flying bone. It's why NightBird can't fly."
Yes! She didn't fight the superhero rule. Sebastian wasn't going to kill him…or kick him out. He really enjoyed living there. "You know, Batman is a detective. I can find a (appropriate for 4-year old) movie (cartoon) so we can take notes on how he solves mysteries."
"And have ice cream?"
"Duh. I'm pretty sure I saw a new carton of Chunky Monkey in the freezer."
Angelica moved over on the couch until she could give him a hug. "I love you Unc Sammy."
"I love you too, Jellybean."
The next morning Sebastian entered his daughter's bedroom to find her sitting in the rocking chair. "Why aren't you still in bed, Angel?" he asked as he picked her up and joined her in the chair.
"I wanted to rock cuz you and Daddy has to go to his Not gonna do his show anymore party tonight and won't be here."
Sebastian sighed as he pulled her closer. When they adopted their daughter, Blaine was busy getting his musical into production. This meant he'd been her primary caregiver since they brought her home from Paris. He loved everything about being a full-time parent. He still questioned why he said Yes to helping his friend. However, today was (finally!) his last day. He hadn't told anyone because it was Blaine's big night, and he didn't want to take away focus. "But you're coming to Daddy's show before we go to the party, so you'll see us then. And I can't wait because you're going to look just like a real angel in the new dress Auntie Tana and Auntie Britt bought you."
"I am a for reals angel cuz I'm your Angel."
He loved this little girl more than anything (Blaine was 1C. His ass was 1B) and thanked her every day for choosing him to be her Poppy. "That's right and you have been since the first moment I saw you."
"Do you miss Daddy?"
That was a strange question. "When I'm not home? Of course, I do. Did you think I wouldn't? Or that Daddy wouldn't miss me?"
"Maybe…I dunno."
"Then why did you ask?"
"When people miss people they gets mad. When people gets mad they yell. I don't like yellin. I guess it's ok Joshy yells cuz he's a baby."
Brittany and Santana's kid did have a set of lungs on him, that's for sure.
"Well, don't worry about me and Daddy yelling. Are we tired from work and sad because we don't get to spend more time with our Angel? Yes. But for your information, Daddy and I had a date night after he came home from his show a couple nights ago."
"A date night?"
"That's right. You probably don't remember because it's been a while, but Daddy and I used to go out on a date once a week. Lately we've had to have them here. We don't mind though because it's not about where we would go, it's about making the time special."
"Like what?"
"Well, last time we cuddled in bed (had mind blowing sex), watched a movie and ate pizza."
Everything Angelica remembered about being a detective disappeared. "Daddy let you eat in bed!? That's not a me rule. That's a everybody rule! Unc Sammy has to do the rule cuz he lives here!"
While father and daughter continued to rock and talk, Sam walked by the open door and smiled because he was aware of what was actually happening. Angelica asked a lot of questions during their (air quotes) detective training (watched a Batman cartoon). This was really bothering her. While he believed there wasn't a problem, it wouldn't hurt to see if he could get some clues from suspect #2.
He found Blaine in the kitchen, setting up to make waffles. In other words, a typical morning at the Anderson-Smythe's. "Morning Sammy. Santana called. Josh had a fever during the night, and even though he's doing better, she and Britt won't be coming tonight."
"So, no Munchkin slumber party with Uncle Sammy…got it. We'll have one some other night so his mommies can go out" Sam replied as he went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of green juice. "I'm heading out to the gym.
Blaine put his hand on his chest and (overdramatically)pretended to be surprised.
This guy had two Tonys for acting?
"You're going to the gym? Did you finally remember you have a bathing suit photo shoot in a couple weeks? Or did you have problems buttoning your jeans due to the My wife ran off to Bulgaria for a part in a movie she slept with the director to get pity party?"
Wow! When you put it like that…"I thought we agreed this was a no I told you so zone?"
"Yeah, for Santana. And I'm not saying I told you so.I was beginning to worry."
"I haven't been that bad."
Blaine stopped mixing his batter and gave his best friend what Sam called his I would never call you dumb, but what you said was stupid stare. "I love you, but I've watched you eat more junk food in the last 10 days than in the previous 10 years. You also ate not one, but two cartons of Bas' Chunky Monkey ice cream. I can only stop him from reverting back into Dalton Sebastian for so long."
Oh, not good. "Jellybean ate some too."
"Don't make things worse."
Blaine started to gather what else he needed. According to Batman, a good time to collect information was when the suspect was distracted. "I let her have some because she was upset."
"Oh God, what did Tommy say this time?"
Told you the kid was a brat.
"How his parents used to yell at each other and how his father doesn't live with them anymore." Another Batman tip…when interrogating a suspect, always tell the truth, but give as little information as possible. That way you don't have to remember lies you told and who you told them to.
"Good thing Ang doesn't have to worry about me and Bas."
That didn't help. Hopefully Detective Jellybean was getting more out of suspect #1. "That's what I told her. I'm out of here but don't fret jet, I'll still be able to get Jellybean after preschool."
"Thanks again. But Sam, if I was you, I'd stop at the grocery on the way home and pick up some Chunky Monkey."
Unfortunately, Blaine was right about the photo shoot. He had forgotten. And yes, he'd been off his game since she did what she did. And double yes, it was a mistake to skip the gym for 2 weeks. But, for the record, his jeans still fit…even if they were tight.
He had no idea how Blaine wore those pants back in high school.
Sam was 60% through his usual workout (oh, was he going to pay for that decision later) when his alarm to get Angelica went off. Today, of all days, it was important to be on time. Their afternoon had been meticulously scheduled by Sebastian to prevent a 4-year old I'm tired meltdown at Blaine's show. It didn't finish until an hour after her bedtime and who knows how long it would take to get home.
The most important part of Sebastian's schedule was the block of time right before naptime, but it was also the most difficult to accomplish. Fridays were always eventful at preschool. The walk from there to Blaine and Sebastian's wasn't far. If Angelica didn't finish her review of the entire day before they walked through the front door, he could kiss any chance of a nap goodbye.
By the time they were halfway home Sam learned how the teacher thought the new class hamster was a boy but it was a girl and now they're going to have lots of baby hamsters. Since the babies would come after school got out, she couldn't see them be born. That made her sad. The other big news was Emily lost two teeth the night before and found $20 under her pillow this morning from the Tooth Fairy.
$20? Talk about inflation!
But, once she finished with the Tooth Fairy atrocity, Angelica announced she was done. Sam knew better. "What happened during Share Time?" Share Time was her favorite time of the whole week. It always took the most time.
Did that brat say something else to upset her?
"I couldn't share."
Her answer concerned him enough to cross the street to a park and find a bench. It couldn't wait until they got home. Naptime was going to be a disaster. "Why couldn't you share?"
"Teacher said to share what we're goin do when we had no more school. All my friends are goin to lots of totally awesome places like to see Micky Mouse and the Princesses. Jordan is goin see Harry Potter. I don't have someplace totally awesome cuz Poppy and Daddy works all the time."
"Hey, I know for a fact they want to take you somewhere totally awesome, but your Poppy's work keeps asking him to stay. But tonight's the last night your Daddy is going to work. That's why we're going to the theater to watch and then your Poppy and Daddy are going to a big party to celebrate."
Sam had no idea what he said but suddenly Angelica was off the bench and bouncing like Tigger. "I know why they're goin to the party and I can't go. It's a date night! When I was being a detective, Poppy said he and Daddy use to have lots of them but now they do them at home. Tonight they can go out!"
"Nice work." As Sam watched his Goddaughter continue to bounce an unpleasant memory popped into his head. "When you heard Poppy and Daddy yelling, did they sound mad?"
She stopped bouncing and put on her thinking face. "I don't member. Sorry, Unc Sammy."
"That's ok. It's just when I saw you bouncing, I remembered a time in high school when your Daddy got so super excited, he not only jumped around like you did, he talked really loud."
"Like he was yellin?"
"Exactly like he was yelling. I had to keep telling him to tone it down."
"Why was he excited?"
Oh shit! What was he thinking? If either Blaine or Sebastian found out he (ever so slightly) mentioned Blaine's over the top proposal to his ex, Sebastian wouldn't have to kill him. Blaine will have already disposed of his body. "He planned a surprise for someone. Your Daddy likes surprises."
"If he's makin a surprise, why didn't he tell me? I like surprises too."
"Maybe the surprise is for you." He probably shouldn't have said that.
His answer caused the bouncing to return. "Like goin somewhere totally awesome? Or a baby sister?"
That was new.
"Maybe, but you can't say anything. Ruining a surprise is a very bad thing. So bad it will put you on Santa's naughty list. No matter how much you want to ask, you must be strong."
"I'll try."
"Do…or do. There is no try."
"That's not what Yoda said. He said do or do not."
Sam pulled her into a big hug. "You quoted Star Wars. I'm so proud of you."
"Unc Sammy, you squishin me!"
"Oops, sorry. I was excited."
"Like Daddy was excited?"
"Yes" Wait a minute. Noooooo…it couldn't be. "Jellybean, do you remember any words you heard Poppy or Daddy say when they were yelling?"
"Not Poppy but Daddy yelled Poppy's name. And he yelled Yes. He yelled Yes a lot…a lot, a lot."
Ooooooooohhhhhhh, this was going to be fun.
Sam lifted his Goddaughter, settling her on his shoulders. "I think you solved our mystery, Detective Jellybean. I'll see what I can find out. But remember…"
"Don't say nuthin about my surprise or Santa will put me on the bad list."
"You got it. Now, we need to get a move on. We're already behind on your Poppy's schedule so you're going straight to your nap when we get home. No arguing. But first we have to stop at the grocery and replace Poppy's Chunky Monkey. I have a feeling he's going to need it later."
1AM
Sam flipped channels as he awaited Blaine and Sebastian return. He was going to tell them everything as soon as they got home. There was no way he could sit on this, especially with Santana, Brittany and Josh coming to dinner since they missed Blaine's performance and party.
His wait ended moments later when his friends practically fell into the apartment. Neither noticed him sitting on the couch, or that lights and the TV were on. They were too busy ripping each other's clothes off.
"You know, I like porn as much as the next guy…"
That got their attention.
"Why are you still awake?" Blaine asked while straightening his clothes.
Sebastian wasn't as polite. "First you eat my ice cream and now you're cock blocking? I don't care if you're my husband's brother from another mother…"
"Calm down Seb…no, seriously calm down or at least zip your fly. And I replaced the ice cream. There's six pints of Chunky Monkey in the freezer."
"I'm still kicking your ass later" Sebastian told him while leaving for the kitchen. With as pissed off as he was, Sam made a quick change in his plans. It was best if he told Blaine first.
Although, Blaine didn't look much happier. "What the fuck is going on, and it better be good."
Oh, it was good! "Remember this morning, technically yesterday morning…"
"Sam…"
"Do you remember when I said I gave Jellybean ice cream because of some shit Tommy said?"
"Kind of, something about his parents yelling and his dad moved out. I don't understand why that's important."
"He didn't randomly offer the information. Tommy told your daughter because your daughter told him she heard you and her other father yelling at each other."
Blaine took a step back, obviously even more confused by what he was told. "That's impossible! Bas and I wouldn't yell so loud Ang would hear. Since we adopted her, we've become masters of silent arguing. But we haven't had an argument in weeks, except about you eating his ice cream. She must have heard a television or something."
"At first, I was thinking the same thing, but she was insistent. So, I devised an ingenious plan for us to become detectives and go undercover to figure out what she heard, or thought she heard."
"Please tell me not as superheroes."
"Detectives like Batman."
"Ok, that works. Did you find out what she heard?"
"Yeah, the two of you yelling."
"I told you that's impossible."
Sam how he was holding it together. He was to the point where he was biting the inside of his cheeks not to laugh. "Yes, you were. She couldn't make out what Seb was yelling. However, you were yelling Bas, Bas…yes, yes, yes!" Blaine froze and went straight to the comically accurate wide-eyed, jaw dropped expression. It was getting harder not to laugh.
Sebastian chose this time to come back, eating his ice cream from the carton. "I'm still…" When he noticed what was going on he rushed over, setting his ice cream on the coffee table to embrace his husband. "B, what's going on? Did something happen to your parents or some other member of your family?" Blaine was so far down the rabbit hole he couldn't form words, only guttural noises. This only ramped Sebastian up even more. "What the fuck Evans?"
Seeing Blaine so upset had Sam torn. He felt bad for what he was going through…but DAMN IT! This was funny!
"Evans…"
Over the years, Sebastian had become his best friend not named Blaine. He'd appreciate the humor of the situation if it wasn't happening to him. Oh well, he'll appreciate it someday.
"I told him your daughter, your Angel, heard the two of you having sex."
"That's not possible!"
"That's what he said!" THAT was funny…how it was he said, not she said. Ok, not the right time.
Blaine pulled back from his husband but grabbed ahold of Sebastian's arms. Even in his stupor, he realized he needed to be the calm one. While he loved his daughter, she was Sebastian's Angel. "He's telling the truth Bas."
"How do you know?"
"Because Angelica told Sam she heard me yelling your name and the word yes. Oh my God, I've scarred my poor baby for life!"
"No, you didn't" Sam told him as he sat back on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table (breaking at least ten of Blaine's rules). "I, the best Godfather and friend in the world, saved you."
Both fathers moved to the loveseat across from him. "How?" Sebastian asked cautiously. Maybe they didn't want to know.
"I told her a very generic story, with no details whatsoever, about a time in high school when Blaine planned a surprise…"
"What?!" Blaine and Sebastian exclaimed in unison, Sam's vailed explanation unable to hide he was talking about Blaine's proposal to Kurt.
"The two of you are going to wake Jellybean up if you can't keep your voices down. The reason you're in this mess in the first place."
"Sam" Blaine said as calmly as possible, channeling his true feelings into his continued grasp of Sebastian's arm. "How did you save us?'
"I told her you get excited when you plan a surprise, meaning you bounce like Tigger and your voice goes up until you're talking very, very loud."
"Oh, that's actually believable." Blaine looked at Sebastian who was nodding agreement.
"Good, because I convinced her you weren't yelling you were excited…which wasn't a lie."
"Sam…"
"You two are killing my fun. Anyway, your daughter no longer believes you were yelling but planning a big surprise. There's one tiny problem. She thinks the surprise is for her."
Both fathers sighed and relaxed a bit. Sam really had saved them, but they also knew there was more to the story. "Sebastian was the one brave enough to ask " Did Angel give you an idea what she wanted for her surprise?"
"A big, totally awesome trip somewhere. And when I say big, I mean huge! Something to make all her little friends jealous, even though she'll be going to a different school and won't see them again."
This time it was Blaine's turn to be upset. "How could you tell her we're going to surprise her with something like that? It will be next to impossible to get into anywhere Ang would consider totally awesome. Parents make those reservations months, sometimes years, in advance. Not only that, Bas' show still hasn't found a choreographer…"
"Yes, they have."
Blaine could've gotten whiplash with how fast he turned his head. "What? Bas?"
"Today, technically yesterday, was my last day. Before you get upset, I didn't say anything because last night was your night. I was going to surprise you and Angel at breakfast on Monday."
"Today, technically yesterday, was my last day. Before you get upset, I didn't say anything because last night was your night. And since I wouldn't have gone in the next couple days because I didn't work weekends, I was going to wait to surprise you and Angel at breakfast on Monday."
Blaine rested his head on Sebastian's shoulder. The time, the alcohol from the party and the stress of this conversation had caught up with him. "With as happy as I am to hear you're finally out of there, I think I'm done with surprises for a while."
Sam cleared his throat to bring attention back to him. "There's one more thing you should know."
"Sam, I can't take any more beating around the bush. Please, just tell us."
"If you don't want to surprise Jellybean with a totally awesome trip, she did mention something else."
"What?"
"A baby sister."
Blaine heard Sebastian gasp before quickly covering his mouth and shaking his head. He then looked back to Sam who was not only nodding but eating the ice cream Sebastian had forgotten. Suddenly, a totally awesome vacation sounded like a fantastic idea.
Sebastian gasped before quickly covering his mouth and shaking his head. Blaine looked to Sam who was not only nodding but eating the ice cream Sebastian had forgotten. Suddenly, a totally awesome vacation sounded like a fantastic idea.
"Come on, Bas. Let's get to bed. Tomorrow you can take Ang to MOMA and I'll call a travel agent I know to see what our vacation options are."
Sam called out Goodnight as they left the room but they weren't paying attention. Had he gone too far…maybe. But was there a good way to tell your friends their 4-year old daughter had heard them having sex?
In spite of the time, he turned the television back on and found a show to watch while he finished his ice cream. "You know, I'm a pretty great detective. I should get a PI license when my modeling career is over. Or, I could get a PI license now and keep eating ice cream."
Notes:
In my mind Machiavelli the Musical is similar to A Very Potter Musical but with more money for production.
Two Tony winners wasn't a mistake. Sebastian's Tony story will be explained later this week.
