sebastian.

                     Of course the Warbler trespassed onto McKinley territory and didn’t think twice about it. Sure he couldn’t STAND public schools but the fact that he got to see Blaine was all worth it. When Sebastian makes a decision concerning Blaine (whether its stealing him away from going to classes or asking him to hang out), he doesn’t think about what anyone else will think about it. Not Kurt, not anyone. Sebastian gives no cares what everyone else has to say about his friendship with Blaine either (even though everyone knew he had a… thing for the ex-Dalton boy). All he cares about REALLY is making Blaine happy and being HIS friend. He had nobody else to impress in that sense. Besides – Blaine, after all, was the one person that really took the time to know him for the TRUE him since he had came back to Ohio. Eyes narrowed with a questioned brow raise as Blaine cut his sentence in half and changed the subject. Had Sebastian hit a sore spot? Maybe he was guilty in the fact that he had reminded Blaine how much he loved Dalton time after time but could you REALLY blame him?? 

                    A smirk appears on his lips to go along with it and Sebastian followed fast behind Blaine past all the seats. ❝ VERY funny, Killer. Is my memory deficient or didn’t you just say there’d be no pitchforks? You TOTALLY have to warn me of these things. Unfair game. ❞ Sebastian jokes in a sarcastic tone, a small laugh leaving his lips. The curiosities that were lurking in the back of his head takes over and he has to approach it. Grabbing at Blaine’s shoulder from behind, he stops them in their tracks and pauses for a moment.. ❝ Wait – turn around and look at me, Blaine. ❞

      Long fingers danced and tapped along the tops of the chairs he wandered past on his way to the aisle listening to Sebastian hurry to quickly catch up to and following him towards the aisle.  “Maybe I just wanted to give you a sense of security so you’d relax as much as you can while you’re here,” his head shook and Blaine laughed lightly towards the tops of his shoes, “I’d hate to have you drive all this way just to wonder when the angry mob is going to show up to chase you–.”  Feeling the grip on his shoulder brings him to the abrupt stop that Sebastian aimed for with the touch.  However?  Instead of the turn at first?  There was nothing but a hesitant deflating set of shoulders and bow of his head.  Sebastian wasn’t letting his change of subject be a change of subject.  Was he?

      Holding out hope that he was jumping to conclusions–even if he knew better because Sebastian never let him get out of saying things he wasn’t sure if he should.  The fact that Sebastian wanted to know him so well that he didn’t let him shirk out of the moments where he thought it be best to change the subject rather than make someone worry or judge him for what was on his mind?  Was one of the most unique and terrifyingly relieving or exciting parts of their friendship.  And–no–not until Sebastian could Blaine ever thing terrifyingly relieving was something possible to be felt.  Raising his chin back up–Blaine gives the aisle one last longing look but when he turns–he gives Sebastian nothing less than a curious, gentle smile and small tilt of his head.  Hazel eyes travel up to lock on green ones.  “…Yeah, Seb?”