Sebastian stayed stiff through out the hug, wanting to pull in tight && hold Blaine forever; but he couldn’t. He had to stay his distance for now while still acting as normally as possible. It was for his own good, for Kurt’s good, && for Blaine’s too. How blissful Blaine seemed to see him only added to the pain of the situation, because soon enough when Sebastian spilled the truth of why he had knocked, he knew Blaine wouldn’t be smiling like he was now. It was selfish to do what he was about to do, && Sebastian knew it all too well. He knew he was only thinking of himself when he made the decision to admit his love to Blaine on his god damn wedding day. But if he bottled it up && let it float out into the ocean he would regret ever letting the feelings be lost because of manners. He had to take the chance, even if the result was a bust. Trying to keep his nerves from making his chest pound, he contained his scattered brain.
❛ ——–Yeah. Yeah of course… Everything’s great. I just wanted to come see the groom before the big reveal. ❜ he grins as he looks to the ground, a smile that was half genuine ( Because he truly was so happy for Blaine to be marrying the love of his life ) but half faked because it did sting to see him so happy with someone else. For years, he’d been fighting for his love in the shadows. Even after redeeming himself from the cold hearted snake many thought he was, things never came to his luck. That’s when he realized Kurt && Blaine were in love && it wasn’t going to change, it just wasn’t his place to come in between it any longer. But not was now, he had to do it. Sebastian’s heart was racing, trying to keep his usual cool as he examines the suit Blaine wore.
❛ You look sharp, killer. Kurt’s a lucky guy. How uh- how do you feel now that it’s coming so close?❜Focus, Sebastian. Stop bringing the attention off of yourself. Just say it. Get it over with. It’ll give the wound more time to heal before you go sit down in that seat && watch Blaine say his vows.
Blaine sensed the tension throughout the entire exchange and his question was his attempt at seeing what the reasons behind it were. There was a seed of doubt in the tiniest part of his mind he’d do whatever he could to ignore that he might already know the reason and wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answer out loud. He wasn’t a fool or blind. Great at pretending to be on occasion, sure, but guilt could do that to a person. Even him. Years were spent dancing around a particular subject either blatantly, or as they passed by, much more tamed but always there. Chancing a friendship by digging at the subject wasn’t something he wanted either. So, they both let the topic of ‘what if’ drop. Sebastian backed off and they levelled out. As much as they ever could. Eventually, the friendship was all that seemed to matter to them–or so Blaine told himself. Repeatedly. Enough times that the guilt and doubt about the way Sebastian’s voice on the other end of the call sounded when he invited him to the wedding was a bitter pill to swallow but went down sugarcoated with Sebastian’s confirmation that he would be happy to be there.
Call it greedy–it was.
Blaine needed him to be here. He needed him. So Sebastian was here. As always. Blaine’s eyebrows shot up when Sebastian said he was okay but couldn’t meet his eyes when he did. Liar. Blaine’s heart immediately jump started into overdrive and he stuttered a breath that was supposed to be a laugh as Sebastian checked out his suit. Spreading his hands and swinging them slightly out from his hips, Blaine licked his lips to help the words come easier looking down at himself. “—Yeah? Thanks,” he grinned sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. His stomach tightened at the pet name and it only got worse–unexpectedly–when Sebastian asked him how he was feeling. “Great,” his volume hiccuped up a notch, brows creased as his hand dropped to his side. “Great,” he repeated taking a few steps back and taking his turn at finding anything else other than Sebastian to look at. The vanity worked. “Can I be honest for a second,” his fingertips tapped the countertop, “I’m nervous as hell.” He cringed at the unplanned confession. “I’m happy. Don’t think I’m not,” he rushed to make that point clear looking over his shoulder up at Sebastian. “I’m just–,” he blinked like he caught himself saying or thinking something he shouldn’t. “Fine! I’m fine. Totally,” there went the roll of the eyes that said he was completely brushing off something that was stupid for him to bring up, “Nerves go with the territory on your wedding day—Right?” Why’d think it was okay to lay THIS on Sebastian? Runaway lips? Just add the ups and downs of pre-ceremony jitters. That’s all it was. Yeah?
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