What Blaine had said about Sebastian’s father loosing his mind was true in some ways. He was going to be furious for sure, but after months pass by he’s going to let his son drift away. This was all a manual on how to disappear completely. Sebastian knows the credit cards will be shut off eventually, && he probably won’t even belong to the Smythe name ever again. No more obnoxious dinner parties, nothing. That’s what happened with Sebastian’s deceased older brother, Damian. He passed of a drug overdose because he was bullied at Dalton && Mr. Smythe wanted to forget that his eldest child was ever even born. Suicide was weak, he used to say. Mr. Smythe put a halt to bullying at Dalton back in 2005 because of Damian’s tragic death but refused to talk about it after that. Demands of removing pictures that had any with Damian’s face && pretending like the mistake child, Sebastian, was the only one left. Eventually, Sebastian was an artificial only child. Now, he knows he’ll end up being cut out of the family picture too. If only half the people knew how fucked up things were behind the curtains. Luckily Blaine standing up to his feet && pulling Sebastian into a hug woke him up from the deep thought trail of his family situation. He had always been curious to know more about Blaine’s relatives. The closest he ever got was coming to hang out in his room, && Sebastian wasn’t quite the ‘bring home to mother’ type.
Sebastian wrapped around Blaine tightly, smiling widely as he wishes for it to last longer. New York was all so new, so many strangers. A familiar voice && heartbeat alike was nice in between all of the change he’d been enduring. As their bodies pull away from each other, he glances down at the seat that had been offered to him. Blaine wanted him to sit? Sebastian still found it crazy that Blaine Anderson wasn’t on a date right now. It was almost too good to be true. His lips part, head almost ready to slowly shake no because even a small part of him couldn’t believe this was happening. But he looks around to see his date still hasn’t shown himself, the hot power bottom from Tinder might not show himself at all. Which, suddenly, was starting to sound perfect to Sebastian. He sits down, a smirk spreading across his face like this was all a parallel of the first time they sat at a table across from each other during Sebastian’s freshman year. ❛ —–Actually… No. I don’t have any plans. I had something but decided to cancel.
❜&& by cancel, he meets he just now decided Blaine was becoming his plans for the night.
❛
I could continue to ask you the same question. How is the one && only Blaine Anderson spending Valentines Day alone?❜
Sebastian sitting down made the answer to his question pretty crystal clear and there was a leap of joy in Blaine’s pulse that picked up the tempo. Valentine’s Day with Sebastian Smythe via quick darting escape of his should-be date? Weirder things have happened in Blaine’s life. Sure. But this was right up there in the top five. He settled into the chair, palms pressed to the table and the same bright eyed, cheeky smile he had since the hug lasted through his chair scooting forward. It even endured the excited fidget with the tablecloth he didn’t realize he was doing. Until he did–and made himself stop. Blaine should have expected the inevitable question of how he ended up at a restaurant alone on Valentine’s Day. Was it horrible of him to wish it was just put off until there were a few more drinks in their systems and either his instinctual aversion of his gaze towards the floor wouldn’t have happened. Or if it did? Sebastian would be too buzzed to notice–or so he’d hope. That way? Then the dying out of the light in his eyes wouldn’t have stood out as much as it probably did the second either. He flinched, snagged the edge of his bottom lip and both brows shot up.
“I–uh. Long story,” roughly translated into Blaine was about to skip most of it because it wasn’t one he was quick to share with many people. He didn’t go rushing off to talk to anyone about it. Barely answered any phone calls from the ones who knew. His status on social media was probably the same because he hadn’t logged onto it since. If anyone missed it? It was his problem. On purpose. Not theirs. It was just a wound he liked leaving closed and every time it got brought up? He swore all it did was pick open the scratch. “We came back here and things were great. Really great. Then? Really great fell into sort of okay and that ended up turning out to be not good at all. A few months ago? Not good at all turned into nothing at all and he–um. Nothing was anyone’s fault–I think? I never got many answers.” His chest rose sharply with a deep breath through his nose. When he stopped staring at his hands and looked at Sebastian instead? The spark was there again but he returned to being all smiles. “Anyway! That’s how I ended up spending Valentine’s Day alone.” Here came the stuttered bait and switch. Jokingly confused gaping mouth to top it off and drive it home. “Did you change your plans five minutes ago? Or did you before? Because,” his fingers steepled in his chest and his head cocked to the side, “I don’t want to be the person responsible for two people being stood up on Valentine’s Day..eh..wait..damn it. Um. Ignore that.”
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