♫ Cedric had fucked off ages ago and due to literally nothing else to do, Sebastian remained on the blanket drinking, smoking, people watching and idly spacing out watching the stars. Truth be told, the weed was the only thing that had him set up on that level where this seemed manageable. In fact, he could even disconnect from the annoyance and disdain he’d felt at the complete shitshow for the past few days entirely. He still had no problem telling the nobodies that tried to be social (or mostly just trampled over his blanket, nearly stepping on him, and inevitably tripping on his legs) to fuck off. Most had dissolved into the night, went back to their cabins to drunkenly play Cards Against Humanity, sleep because they were single and sucked, or maybe go drown in the lake, he didn’t know. Nor did he really care because at some point, he’d gotten sucked into watching Blaine flit about and be social.For the past few hours.
Beyond fuck buddies, they were best friends, so why was it Good Charlotte managed to consume most of Blaine’s attention for the night, long after Cedric had left him? “Took you fucking long enough, you have fun over there with Marilyn Manson?” Sebastian questioned, eyes lazily finding Blaine as he plopped down beside him, though he made no effort to move save from tilting his head towards him ever so slightly. “It’s really biizarre seeing Sirius Black out of Azkaban, should let everyone know there’s a fucking psycho on the loose.” The mental monologue was slowly slipping out, but to be fair, he’d been by himself for a while now and though he was capable of finding other’s to entertain himself, the handful of people that registered on his radar were occupied or out of his radius, thus making them equally unaccessible and he wasn’t exactly excited to get to know the plethora of nerds that flitted about.
“I really hope he didn’t spend the night trying to get you to join his suicide pact. That’d be a waste.” Cause Frankenstein totally seemed like the type. If not for the causality and indifference in his tone, one
— Cedric Diggory, even
— might suggest he was jealous. Oh wait, maybe it was that that had sent him down the overgrown path in the recess of his mind that had him spending the last hour convincing himself more than anything else that it was all bullshit; people talking out their asses. A narrow minded view of society where everyone was obviously in love with either a) their best friend 2) whomever they fucked. With his reputation, they should have known better. Er, Cedric, that was.
“We all know Hummels far more suited for that.” If only they could be so lucky, Warbler practice would be a whole lot more enjoyable. Hell, he even sounded hopeful there.
Victor was an interesting guy. Regardless of how they couldn’t look any further apart from one another in appearance and their likes were about as scattered as a box of pick-up sticks dumped on the ground? Blaine enjoyed talking with him. Longer than he expected to, apparently. But the night was quiet and they were in the middle of nowhere. So what else did he have to do other than talk all night? Okay. There were a few other things he could be doing right now but that would probably come later when things were even more..quiet.
The drinks he had left him with a certain grin and bright twinkle in his eyes as he made his way from group to group, always circling back to his spot next to Victor to pour another for someone else (or himself). More often than not? His gaze would wander somewhere else, though. Towards the fire across the way. Where Sebastian and Cedric were lounging in the middle of some conversation that had both of them looking like two cats that should have a yellow feather or two hanging out of the side of their grins. What were they talking about? Cedic met his gaze once and that made him feel two things. Number One? Intrigue. Number Two? Why that face? Puzzled, he let it slide for the rest of the night keeping it stored for later questioning.
As the numbers dwindled down, Blaine bid his goodnight to Victor and flounced down to sit next to Sebastian giving his stoned best friend a quizzical crinkle of his eyebrows shoved together and a smile that was all teeth and tongue that pressed between his lips before they sealed together and he pouted through the initial drag of Victor with a slow up and down nod of his head. That was expected. Deserved even. Aw. Sebastian wanted his company earlier? “You could have motioned me over here, you know? I would have joined you in a heartbeat.” His hand came to rest on Sebastian’s upper thigh using it to steady his slightly tilted consciousness. Also to deliver a comforting squeeze. That, too.
His nose wrinkled first in his attempt not to laugh because Sebastian was being incredibly rude. Bringing up Sirius Black like that though? What book/fanfiction nerd wouldn’t find that amusing? Okay. That was a terrible thing to do. Blaine palmed the last of his laughter and looked down, thought about it for a second, and after that? “Oh, don’t be mean and stop being so ridiculous. Victor’s a great guy. If you’d give him a chance and not judge him from style alone? You might like the guy. Or not. Who knows with you? Sometimes I wonder why you tolerate me so much.” Sebastian’s chest made a good pillow for the back of his head so he could stretch his legs out and look up at what was capturing Sebastian’s eye.
Only to reach back and cover Sebastian’s mouth with his hand the second he brought up Kurt in that situation. “Ooooh kay then. Time for nice Sebastian now.” The edge of his thumb tapped against Sebastian’s bottom lip. “Because mean Sebastian needs a Time Out for that one.” No, he was not grinning. Nope.
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