Right as he saw Blaine’s lips curl up into a smile, Sebastian flashed one right back. It was impossible to see that grin full of brightness && not feel warm inside. ( In Sebastian’s experience, at least. ) He expected to get a surprised reaction, but not one so positive. But they never ended on a bad note, it was just a matter of drifting away. Something Sebastian thought about a lot. The phone calls turned into texts && eventually the texts turned into none at all. But now here he was, after making the impulsive choice to fly out to New York for a fresh start. It hadn’t hit the point where he felt like he had found his place in this city, but seeing this familiar face made him feel more than at home. It was a happy nostalgia, no storm clouds.
He’s done a lot of maturing since the high school days, he’s done some soul searching too. But still, his future was unknown. It was like he needed a puzzle piece to remind him who he really was. Of course, he would never admit to the fact that he knew the puzzle piece was Blaine Anderson. Hands in his pockets, he looks to the floor with the linger of his smile still present. It only took a short moment before he focused his stare back on Blaine, absorbing all of the moments that he’s missed with him in the span of seconds. An eyebrow raises, grin growing again the more he stares down at his lost love friend. ❛ Surprised to see me, huh?Trust me,I’m a little surprised I ended up here too. New York was never really my style. But my dads hopes of me attending law school wasn’t really doing me any good, so I dropped out && took a one way flight here. I’ve been living on my funds ever since. My father will be pretty pissed when he finds out I ruined his little master plan of me becoming a lawyer but until then I’m pretty satisfied. Pissing him off is kind of a guilty pleasure of mine. ❜
Sebastian standing next to his table still felt like a dream. One that was too good to be true. Too out there to really be happening. The odds of them crossing paths in such a random encounter in one of the most populated cities in the world just never worked that way in real life. Yet they did today. Blaine’s mind was still blown. Eyes locked on Sebastian’s as he absorbed the other’s presence and let it settle in that they were talking–in person–after whatever string of weird events that lead up to this. Laughter. How could he not laugh at the question? “Surprised is a good word. I’m not sure if I can think of a better one. We’ll go with surprised.” So Sebastian’s showing up with movie quality perfect timing was thanks to him wanting to make his father have another reason to rant? Blaine wasn’t sure if that was the greatest decision Sebastian made. His father didn’t need anymore goading than his lack of tolerance for anything out of his control–Sebastian in particular. “You know he’s going to lose his mind but if you’re happy? I’m glad you’re standing up for yourself and doing things your way.” Any talk of Smythe Senior was best had with a lot of liquor to burn the taste out of both their mouths.
Blaine was never impressed by the man. When it came to fathers? They both missed out on the crapshoot that might’ve landed them ones either one were overly fond of. He was lucky enough that his father was mostly absent with splashes of popping back home to remind him it was so much better when he was gone. Sebastian’s was just always there making his son’s life hell. Blinking out of his worry for Sebastian’s inevitable father-son confrontation–Blaine stood up. “I’m sorry. It’s–still hard to believe that you’re here.” Hazel met green and it took him more than one attempt to look away. Stopped short of pulling out a chair–which was his initial intention–Blaine gave into impulse. Like it’d been yesterday since they last saw each other–Sebastian was pulled into a tight hug with his would’ve-been-offered seat only halfway drawn out. “It’s really good to see you,” Blaine softly mumbled over the top of his shoulder then pulled back and clasped both giving him a good once over now that they were this close. A stuttering start later–he offered him his seat. “P-Please, have a seat? Unless you’re here to meet someone?” Why was his heart suddenly beating faster as he hinged on what Sebastian would say?
Valentines Day, he despised it. A day dedicated to love, something he’d never been an expert at. Since coming to New York, it hadn’t been anything but drunken one night stands with selective randoms && solitude. After high school, ties were broken with anyone he got to know. Though on this Valentines Day evening in particular, Sebastian was planning on going to one of the city restaurants to meet someone he’d met on a dating app. Not really his style, but things had already become so different that he figured shaking things up was healthy. ( Even if that wasn’t the truth )
Walking through the door, his eyes scanned the room. He didn’t see the person he was supposed to be meeting just yet, but he did see someone; it was him. Blaine Anderson, sitting alone at a table with a glum expression on his face. Ignoring the waiter that greeted him at the door, he is frozen in his stance for a moment. It feels like he’s been staring for a thousand years before he snaps out of it. His head says to avoid Blaine at all costs out of fear, but his heart is screaming for him to give at least a simple hello. Pushing the nerves to the back of his mind, Sebastian walks over to the table with a light whistle. Hovering above Blaine with his hands in his pockets, he forces out words to the one he’s missed for years. ❛ —-Either you got stood up or you really hate Italian food…❜
What was he thinking when he agreed to a Valentine’s Day hook up on Tinder? How much lower was he going to scrape to not spend his formerly favoritethe worst holiday alone? The guy was cute. Their conversation–if you could call it that–was pleasant enough? Sort of. Blaine was fairly certain by the glimpse of him he got through the window of the restaurant they were supposed to meet at down the street that he was even more attractive in person. His hand was on the doorhandle but a wave of anxiety caved in his throat, his palms instantly became clammy and breathing was an alien concept he forgot about thanks to the tightness in his chest. –I can’t do this.– So? He left. He stood up a guy on Valentine’s Day. How much more awful can you get but Tinder would have an unending supply of guys to fall back on. Or that’s the excuse Blaine used to take the edge off his guilty conscience.
Of course that meant that he had to be sitting alone in the middle of a restaurant full of couples. He was that pathetic guy who got the pitying look from the bartender and a free sympathy drink that was more alcohol than mixer. His dinner was pushed off to the side and he hovered over his second round, chin propped on the heel of his palm and a lost look on his face until he froze at the sound of a voice. –No. Way.– Letting the straw he was jabbing at ice with fall and feeling the color rush to his face thanks to his heart swelling and bursting into a breakneck speed inside, Blaine looked up. Blinked. Blinked again. Then smiled the first real smile in forever. “Sebastian! Se–What are you doing here? –How?” Of all the places in the world, on all the days and anywhere else in the city that Seb could go? Things just added up that he was standing beside his chair? How was that even possible? Blaine had no idea but he had no idea in the best way anyone could have no idea–EVER.
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