Sebastian dared to scoot closer. Blaine’s very fingers on his wrist felt so heavy but relieving in its own love-sick way. “Yeah, I wanna go there. With you,“ he whispered to Blaine. Sebastian’s boldness came back screaming as he leaned in to give Blaine a quick kiss on the lips. He didn’t want to make him feel any more uncomfortable or wrong with what he was doing, so he pulled away. Sebastian felt the intense need to do that very action. Otherwise, he might’ve gone wild. It was enough for the moment to keep him as happy as he could be. In fact, Sebastian hadn’t been so genuinely happy in a while. His gaze was soft and a stupid smile stretched from the corners of his mouth. Sebastian leaned his head against the couch cushion, his hair slightly messy from the lack of surprising upkeep.
If Sebastian gave him another chance–he’d promise him right here and now that he’d never risk messing things up again. Not for some foolish repeat of a moment where he got so lost that he risked the chance to have Sebastian in his life. He waited with baited breath–hinging on the moment where Sebastian would either let him in and give him back what he was so terrified of losing. Or to know that he had irrevocably damaged what only just began but was now–for some reason he couldn’t name and didn’t really care to try because it just was–one of the most important connections to a person that he’s ever had. There was something about Sebastian that drew him in, made him want to be near the other boy and know him and let Sebastian know him back just as much. More than what he projected, more than what he let himself share because there were so many things he didn’t because those things were better left ignored. Sebastian seemed to see them without even trying..
The strangest part? Blaine wanted him to.. He wouldn’t be able to say why. Only that he did. And he knew that this was his second chance or Sebastian never would have come over. A passing peck to his lips was enough to make his breath hitch. He swallowed past the cartwheel his insides went topsy turvy on and nodded with wave of relief splashing in. “Thank you,” he whispered letting his head fall to rest on the cushion nearly mirroring Sebastian’s position. “You look like a put together mess, by the way. Not that it’s a bad thing. It’s not but,” he studied him with a darting glance over his eyes, “Are you okay?”
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