Why is it that Blaine could make him into… this? A speechless mess. So unlike what he puts out into the world everyday. What he allowed others to see and witness. This wasn’t it. For Blaine Anderson? Sebastian was so soft. A simple stare and he was getting LOST in hazel eyes. It had been difficultly frustrating to try and accept what he felt, because it added confusion into the mix. Confusion on why every little text message had him running to check his phone. Confusion on why he had so many DREAMS about what they could never be. Even daydreams in mid-conversation like the ones that had just happened. It came down to EVERYTHING that Blaine was. Everything he DID. Sebastian was a fool for it. Shame on him. The boy who seems like he’s in control of everything is so very SKITTISH to the mere thought of Blaine noticing that he had more than just eyes for his physical self.
He didn’t want the world to see him. But sometimes– just sometimes– Blaine managed to see what most couldn’t. Over time it hadn’t come to always seem like such a bad thought. Thankful that the subject is changed, eyes fill with sudden EXCITEMENT for the idea of hanging out and his grin goes from stupid and loose to his usual sharp and witty self. ❝Busy? Oh, please. You know I’m never too busy for you, killer.❞ he insists lightly with a brow raise, coffee in the grip of his left hand. ❝We could hit up Scandals tonight. Come over to my place first? Father’s out all night.. And if you need a place to crash AFTERWARDS I have a bed that fits the both of us – or you can pick from about four meaningless guest rooms that never come into use.❞
When the quiet lingered in those few seconds before Sebastian’s entire posture shifted back into the boy who he broadcasted for the world to see, Blaine was–finally–able to take in a real breath. Even then, his mouth was too dry to swallow and, thank God, his coffee was there to help. Sebastian had more of an effect on him than he realized (or did he and was only kind enough not to bring it up..?) and this time, it was no different. It’s that stare. That stare hones in on him and brings an intensity that makes him feel like every thought he has is under a microscope. That Sebastian sees him for everything that he is and all the good, bad and uneven parts that he out of habit locks away should they turn in the direction of the person Blaine tries to be..can’t be hidden or put under lock and key.
Sebastian sees him. And, yet, he stays. Blaine knows Sebastian is in his orbit. Willingly pulled in and lacking any want to break free. Sometimes Blaine doesn’t understand why or how but that doesn’t change the fact that he is. Though, he figures that Sebastian has no idea that he is in his. Especially when he steals all his gravity with the weight of that knowing look that says ‘I’ve read every page of who you are..and the chapters you’ve cut out, crumpled up and thrown away are the ones that pull me back. Cover to cover. Every time.’. It’s terrifying and comforting to have someone who wants him for himself. Someone that makes deciding to go out to a shady bar and polishes it off with a not so vague innuendo of sharing a bed together at the end of the night a stop and stare think moment. Passing his blush off with a lopsided grin that makes his bottom lip touch the hole in the plastic mouthpiece of his cup, Blaine takes one more sip and lowers it down with a smirk firmly in place. “Then maybe tonight..one of them won’t be so useless. I’d hate to impose. Weren’t you just telling me the other day that sleeping anything other than naked is a crime against humanity? I don’t want you to compromise your beliefs just for the sake of not sleeping alone..” Another grin that dissolves into a huff of a laugh and Blaine palms his face trying to get the heat to calm down since the coffee wasn’t helping much.
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