Sebastian was PAST the point, he’d recognize any reactions to himself on Blaine, but he’d have enjoyed it, if he could. As it was, he was more concerned with keeping himself upright and teaching Blaine about the importance of gay culture. He made small frustrated huff, when Blaine asked him if he was into comic books. But his sour mood got lighter when Blaine seemed to recognize the name Brian Kinney. He smiled, the type of smile he managed to make charming when he wasn’t out of it, but that looked slightly too bright as he closed his eyes and lifted eyebrows with a small shrug, looking at him again. ‘Both’share my wet dreams.’ There was a dreamy sigh. ‘You makeme, make. Me. Need. Killer.’ Another light frustrated sound. ‘Need so much. Smell so good, Blainers.’ This time, he followed pliantly when Blaine restarted them on their path. He wasn’t so sure of what was happening. But once there was an open car door on his front, he managed to process enough to stumble inside it. Not without hammering his forehead to it, however. ‘ ‘UCK.’ He groans, before giggling. ‘Shit’s gon hurt tomorrow.’ As soon as he can reach Blaine ( or thinks he can ) he slips to his side, trying to find a shoulder to stop his face on.
Blaine couldn’t believe he was getting schooled in anything gay culture or worse –comic books– by a drunk Sebastian. Considering the other topic this conversation teetered on? He might go with it. Even pretend he had no idea who BATMAN was if it kept Sebastian occupied. Sort of like tossing a wasted cat a ball of yarn to keep it from clawing the furniture or nose diving off the top of the fridge for grins. Something along those lines. Once again, Sebastian made a face that made Blaine’s eyebrows steeple together because of how amusingly adorkable it was and him make a note to bring a friend along next time to witness this because no one would believe Sebastian pulled off drunk!cute so sweetly that it’d cause cavities. If it wasn’t sprinkled with talks about–there it was! Wet dreams and sex. Blaine swallowed thick past the flip-flop feeling Sebastian’s drunken confession battered the insides of his stomach with, gave him a tight smile and lead him to the cab. “Oh crap! Crap! Are you okay?!” He scrambled in to check out Sebastian’s forehead even though the idiot–and he thought the term fondly–giggled like it was no big thing. “Yeah it is. I’m so not taking the blame for not protecting you that time. You didn’t give me a chance to!!–.” Uhm–! Apparently they were cab ride snuggle buddies™. Blaine’s arm awkwardly fit itself between the cab seat and the small of Sebastian’s back. He decided wrapping it around him would be more comfortable and he held on to keep Sebastian still and not bonk his head a second time for another fresh lump.
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