sebastian.

 Finally at Blaine’s house, he turns off the GPS app on his phone. The nine p.m full moon is beaming light down through his windows as he looks at the steps he’ll be walking up soon.

Feet wont un-glue themselves from the floor of his car as slender fingers stay gripped to the wheel. iPod is playing on the speakers at an almost mute volume, songs that usually give him confidence. But he’s afraid, afraid of what he’s made of himself still. Sebastian created the illusion of a monster. Even though Blaine had made it clear that he accepted Sebastian’s apology, he still felt horrible. Finally taking a deep breath, he grabbed the coffee from the cup holder && got out the drivers seat.

Blaine had mentioned the door was unlocked, so Sebastian wearily opened it up to find turned off lights && made his way down the hallway towards Blaine’s room. A sliver of light was glowing from the bottom of the door, contrasting with the rest of the house. Pressing a light knock to his door, he waited for a response. Silence. Furrowing an eyebrow, he slowly cracks it open to find Blaine passed out on his bed. Sebastian smiles the slightest, not a smirk, just a smile. Blaine looked fast asleep, peaceful && delicate. He’d never seen Blaine asleep before, && even though he felt semi creepy he couldn’t keep from staring at him for a moment. He was so god damn handsome. It sucked to think that the reason he had that eye patch on was because of Sebastian himself. 

Tiptoeing fully into the room, he sets the coffee down on his nightstand that sat next to Blaine’s sleepy head && takes a spot at the edge of the bed as quietly as he can. Sebastian didn’t want to wake him, he must be tired from all of what he’s been through lately. Eyes scanned around the bedroom, observing it innocently. Spotting a picture of Kurt && him on Blaine’s desk, Sebastian stares at it for a moment. He looks so happy next to Kurt. Why did Sebastian do any of this? This was just a couple that wanted nothing but love, yet he kept finding new ways to try && corrupt it. Self-ashamed, he frowns a little, pressing down on his bottom lip with the top one in regret. He knew what he needed to do, he needed to break down those stone walls he hid behind for once && for all.

Staying awake became increasingly difficult the more the painkillers kicked into overdrive. As out of the blue as it was–it ended up with him inviting Sebastian over and then remembering he was about thirty minutes away from passing back out from the haze they put him into he’d just woken up from before their ‘talk’.  His request for coffee was a means of combatting that drowsiness but he deeply underestimated their strength versus his tolerance.  He battled it for about ten minutes–head bobbing and jerking back up from where he sat back against his headboard.  Then he was laying down and there was an idea of getting out of bed and walking around the house that crossed his mind.  Before the pillow started to feel too good against his cheek–that thought was a good one.  Better than almost falling asleep sitting up?

The covers pulled up to his chest weren’t helping win the chilly room much favor on where he’d rather be.  Out light a light seconds later.  Down for the count.  One arm draped over his middle and the other cupping the back of his head between his hair and the pillowcase.  Donezo. Sebastian coming into the house and shutting the door downstairs made Blaine shift closer to the land of the living.  Eyelids fluttered but then evened out again once there was silence.  A rustle on the bed shortly after woke him up for real.  He laid there motionless trying not to give up the fact that he was awake just long enough that it took him to look through a veil of black eyelashes up to Sebastian who was staring at the picture of Kurt and him on his nightstand.   

One of several around the room that happened to be right there.  He wondered what was going on in his thoughts behind the thoughtful, stoic mask that Sebastian wore.  Did he think he was a goofball for having pictures of someone he saw practically every day littering his room?  That was okay.  He could.  It would only embarrass Blaine a little if he said something about it.  “Hey,” he whispered in a voice scratchy from sleep when he decided to clue Sebastian in that he was awake. “Are you okay?”  He hoped that by coming here Sebastian walked into something better than he would have if he went home.  Not just a different house filled with another problem that would weigh him down.