#seblaine fics

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Masterlist

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#masterlist #seblaine fics #sebastian smythe x blaine anderson #bucky barnes fics #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fics #tvd fics #glee fics #kai parker x reader #kai parker fics

[so-long-soldier28]

what if i told y’all that i have four wips ready for publishing, i just can’t think of a DAMN TITLE for any of them

#shoot titles at me plz lmao #two are smutty #seblaine fics #fic writing #they've been sitting in my folder for AGES #like since july

[andyandersmythe]

Alright but, can we please imagine this Blaine warbler season 2, confident rockstar not Kurt at all, responding to Sebastian’s flirt?

100% sure that it would be Sebastian the one who blushes 😩

#glee #seblaine #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe #darren criss #seblaine fic #grant gustin

[lusthurts]

out of context how bright we burn sequel things from my notes app lol

spoiler warning is in effect!!

#how bright we burn #lusthurts fics #seblaine

[seblaineaddict]

You Kissed My Flaws...& Made Them Perfect

In a world where every single person has a Soulmate bearing their identical Soulmark and is bound by law to pursue a life with their Soulmate once located, Sebastian and Blaine are gay as a rainbow men from very different countries, who have never met....yet.

Sebastian Smythe is a charming, devilishly handsome (and doesn't he know it!) 30 year-old commitment-phobe still living in his native Paris, where he is an LGBTQ+ Rights Lawyer. He is highly promiscuous, enjoys the finer things in life, especially very expensive Wines and Spirits and First Edition Science Fiction novels, comes from old and new money, and is a bit of a risk taker, to boot.

As far as his 'love life' goes, he pretty exclusively prefers hookups and shuns anything serious, to which end he has never sought out his Soulmate. He really doesn’t see the point, is 100% against people being forced into 'unnatural' liaisons with someone they have never met, just because they share some unremovable (believe me he has tried to remove it - many times!) permanent Body Art that's branded into their skin.. somewhere...on their bodies, and he is determined to challenge, then ultimately overthrow, the Law that decrees you will become bound to your Soulmate from the very second you locate them.

29 year-old jaded (hopeless!) romantic Blaine Anderson is an equally gorgeous (though with a much more dapper and sweet side) Broadway star who lives in Upper Manhattan, New York, and is currently playing Elder Cunningham in The Book Of Mormon. He has had a similarly privileged upbringing to Sebastian, albeit in the US, and is not in the best place in himself. when our story begins

He (spectacularly!) failed to find his Soulmate after a long, long, long and arduous quest to do so, then gave up on men completely after his Fiancé Kurt, with whom he shared a tumultuous, unequal and in truth pretty freaking toxic six year long relationship, finally broke off their engagement. His heart is bruised and battered, and his self-esteem is in tatters, after Kurt slowly but surely eroded the very essence of Blaine and dulled the shine of everything about him that made him so unique and so vibrant….

...then fucked Blaine's co-star and ran off into the sunset with him…

What will happen when (via Grindr - of course!) these two polar opposites discover they are intrinsically and irreversibly linked? Can twin flames bound by law to meet, then pursue a life together, no matter how much the Fates seem to be weighted against them, make a go of things without killing each other in the process? Can an arranged (by law!) relationship ultimately beat the odds and lead to a happy ever after?

Well..you're going to have to read their story to find that out, but rest assured it will not be short on drama, heartache, pining, Angst, laughter, happiness, many hilarious and absolutely NOT so hilarious misunderstandings, and of course…a great deal of good old fashioned…

…hot sex! Oh, yes, and romance and Love of course, too! 😏😉

The unexpected news is - this is actually going to be turned into a fic! Yes..despite still having been unable to update my three ongoing Longfics, due to my increased commitments, I sat down last night to write a short bio to accompany this graphic, and..it took on arms and legs. So yes. A fic it shall become. Either a One-Shot or at most four chapters, but definitely a fic. Soon... And now that I have managed to make time to write, I'm determined to update my other three fics by New Year's Eve! 

Wishing everyone a fantastic 10 Days Of Seblaine, and also an amazing 12th (ahhhhh!) Seblainiversary on 8th November!

10 Days Of Seblaine 2023

6th November 2023 : Day 1: Soulmates/Soulmarks

@seblaineworld

#seblaine #sebastian smythe #blaine anderson #10daysofseblaine2023 #seblaineworld #seblaine graphic #seblaine fic #seblaine AU #Seblainer event #my graphic #my art

[kayla6]

I’ve been rereading How Bright We Burn and I’ve noticed a few things that probably mean nothing but it’s just in my head for some reason

- while Jeff and Nick were figuring their shit out Jeff probably thought Nick had a little crush on Blaine. Like Jeff noticing Nicks arm around Blaine shoulders or when he offered to be Blaines new years kiss. Jeff was probably wishing Nick would be comfortable expressing attraction to him like he is with Blaine. To Jeff, Nick was probably giving him so many mixed signals 😭

- As I’ve been rereading this I’ve noticed Dylan is literally lurking in the shadows but yeah he obviously watches Blaine from afar, he said something about going to the Christmas holiday concert and being dressed in disguise so no one would know he’s there or that they’re friends and at first I didn’t think anything of it but now that I know he likes Blaine (or at least he’s shown interest) I’m rethinking all of it. Him watching Blaine and Sebastian during dinner… he must like Blaine so much.

-i know Sebastian views his mom better than his dad but I also wonder if he views her more of a friend than a mother. Like assuming Sebastian probably started having sex early (with older men as well at that) like does he ever have moments where he resents his parents for not paying closer attention to him. (like protecting him from the men who where way older than him, he also probably didn’t have any REAL friends his age) His views of life and relationships are most likely reflective of his parents relationship which he probably sees everything wrong with it but at the same time it’s normal/comfortable for him because that’s all he knows, the thing is he obviously cannot continue that cycle with Blaine, so in the sequel is probably gonna be really hard for him (assuming he’s going to have a hard time communicating that with Blaine or moments where he kind gets closed off or pushes Blaine away) it’ll be interesting to read anyway, but yeah I think way too much.

#how bright we burn #lusthurts fics #seblaine #Niff

[calsvoid]

me having an idea for a fanfic when i have stuff to do? pfft that’s not me i’d never do that

#writing #fanfic #fanfiction #this is about seblaine because when am i not thinking about them #it’s just a short thing #like three parts #except it’s probably gonna be more than three parts #by parts i mean like three different sections of a fic

[endiness]

there's an ache in you put there by the ache in me [ao3] seblaine

Sebastian Smythe does not believe in soulmates. The idea that you're inexplicably tied to some random person for the rest of your life sounds like a prison sentence. But then on top of that you feel their pain? It sounds like a cruel joke. Or: In a world in which soulmates feel each other's pain, Sebastian discovers that he's Blaine's soulmate when he accidentally slushies him.

For 10 Days Of Seblaine 2023, Day One: Soulmates/Soulmarks. @seblaineworld.

#seblaineworld #10daysofseblaine2023 #seblaine #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe #glee #!txt: glee #!fic

[imogenlefay]

taking a break from posting today, will catch up soon.

thanks to everyone reading the advent calender, just need a pause tonight.

#glee #the great seblaine christmas extravaganza #fic #is taking a break #back to our scheduled program tomorrow

[l1m4b34nsstuff]

#seblaine #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe #seblaineedit #the warblers #seblaine fic

[berrywarbler]

just one time (seblaine)

Summary: After a run-in with Sebastian Smythe at Dalton's ten-year reunion, Blaine is uncertain where they stand in terms of their relationship. (Inspired by Electric Touch by Taylor Swift) Word Count: 4k+ Notes: hi hello this is my apology to the seblaine fandom for the unspeakable xo

His grip tightens on the steering wheel in front of him and his golden eyes glance down to his phone, the GPS lit up in the darkness of his car. He doesn’t have much further to drive and the closer he gets to Columbus, the more he can feel his nerves thrumming through his entire body. Inhaling slowly, he exhales even slower. “Relax,” he scolds himself, moving his eyes to the rearview mirror. The headlights from the car behind him lights his face just enough to see his reflection. “It’s just Sebastian .” Except, it’s not just Sebastian anymore. Not since the last time they saw either other. This wasn’t just anything. This was something . He doesn’t know what exactly but he knows it’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced before in his life. 

Quickly checking over his shoulder, he clicks on his blinker to avoid an exit-only lane. In the millisecond it takes for his eyes to blink he can see the look on Sebastian’s face as he leans in closer, the electric current transferring from Sebastian’s fingertips to the underlayer of his skin. It feels just as fresh as that night and it causes him to inhale sharply. 

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#seblaine #seblaine fic #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe

[seblaineworld]

marks on the skin (19867 words) by ArwenP

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Glee

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe

Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe, Cooper Anderson, Blaine Anderson's Parents, Blaine Anderson's Family, Sebastian Smythe's Mother, Sebastian Smythe's Father, Sebastian Smythe's Family, The Warblers (Glee), Wes (Glee), Nick the Warbler (Glee), Jeff (Glee), Beatboxer Warbler

Additional Tags: Soulmarks, soulmark, Dalton Academy, they are both idiots your honor, also oblivious, but we love those bois, Flirting, like they are so bad at it, Seblaine Week 2023, Day 1: Soulmates/Soulmarks

Series: Part 1 of Seblaine Week 2023

Summary:

Blaine Anderson had found out about soulmates very early on, just when his fifth birthday had happened, some new toys still to be played with. Now, he knows not everyone has a soulmate. In fact, Blaine knows it’s actually pretty rare.

The people who do have a soulmate know they do because their soulmate will write on their skin. And, well. He’s known for a while, not because of rom-coms, or bedtime stories; no, he’s known of them for a long time now because, well. He does have a soulmate.

The trick here is - his soulmate does not speak his language. Or lives on the same continent as him. So he grows up loving his soulmate from afar, not knowing if they'll ever meet.

And then he meets Sebastian. And things get much more complicated.

*

Written for 10 Days Of Seblaine 2023

Day one: Soulmates/Soulmarks

#10daysofseblaine2023 #seblaineworld #day 1: soulmates/soulmarks #fic #arwenp #seblaine #retagged properly

[andyandersmythe]

Alright but Seblaine dating after the season 6 klaine break up and Blaine getting obvious traumas after someone being such a bitch and thinking he’s being too much and bothering his own boyfriend? But that new boyfriend loves him and loves even more physical affection ‘cause duh! It’s Blaine fkn Anderson aaaand he actually admires Blaine not envy at all?)

#glee #blaine anderson #seblaine #sebastian smythe #darren criss #seblaine fic #gleeedit #lgbtq #incorrect quotes #grant gustin

[lusthurts]

torturing sebastian smythe with an obscene amount of family trauma, debilitating commitment issues, and a massive ego existing concurrently with deep insecurities is genuinely my favorite thing ever

#seblaine #sebastian smythe #lusthurts fics

[daisyishedwig]

Please, sir, may I have some attention?

I’m writing on my Sebklaine fic (It’s called A Place to Call Home if you want to read what exists on AO3) and I desire encouragement so... have a snippet?

TW: mentions of physical violence and statutory rape

Sebastian immediately went to the minifridge when he and Kurt returned to the dorm room. He snagged an icepack for his knuckles and sat heavily on his bed. Kurt joined him.

“Give me your hand,” Kurt said.

“It’s fine,” Sebastian snapped.

“I just want to make sure you didn’t break anything,” Kurt replied, grabbing Sebastian’s hand.

“And how would you know?” He winced as Kurt gently flexed Sebastian’s fingers one at a time. 

“My step-mother is a nurse,” Kurt said, “and Finn has some occasional anger management issues that cause him to punch walls.”

The bathroom door opened slowly and Blaine stepped out in an overlarge Dalton sweater and boxers. Kurt and Sebastian both stilled, Sebastian’s hand held loosely in Kurt’s grip.

“Hey,” Kurt breathed at the same time as Sebastian said, “Hey, Killer.”

Blaine’s brow furrowed as he looked at their linked hands and trailed over to the icepack on Sebastian’s lap.

“What… did you punch Kurt?” Blaine said though his eyes continued to search Kurt’s face and found no sign of injury. “Or…”

“We went to Lima,” Kurt said… “to the Waffle House.”

Blaine’s jaw fell slack. “I can’t… I can’t believe you!” he hissed. “After I told you he didn’t–”

“He’s twenty-five, Blaine,” Sebastian cut him off, “consensual or not, it’s still statutory rape at least. The asshole deserved worse.”

“That’s not for you to decide, Sebastian!” Blaine cried. His arms hugged himself tightly. “I told you I needed space, and you took that space to go beat him up?”

“Blaine,” Kurt said softly, standing and approaching him carefully. 

“I should have expected this from him,” Blaine said, zeroing in on Kurt, “but you? You know violence isn’t the answer.”

“It is if it means he can’t do to anyone else what he did to you,” Kurt reached out to him but Blaine jerked away. 

“God, I thought I could come back and do this, but you two and your fucking toxic masculinity, defending my honor or whatever you think you’re doing. I just… I can’t.”

“Blaine,” Kurt pleaded.

“No,” Blaine said as he walked over to the closet and stripped out of the sweatshirt, tossed it on the ground, and grabbed a smaller one off a hanger, slipping it over his head. “I’m spending the night with Nick.” He threw on a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his backpack and phone. “You two,” he sighed in frustration, “do whatever you want, I just can’t handle either of you at the moment.” He left as abruptly as before and Kurt just stood their gaping after him.

Sebastian whistled lowly. “Well, don’t know what else I expected of him, but it certainly wasn’t that.”

Kurt looked at him bewildered. “He’s… he’s never spoken to me like that before.”

“Good,” Sebastian said, “that means he’s finally learned to not just cowtow to whatever you want.”

“I’ve never seen him so angry,” Kurt said, “especially not at me.”

“Sure you have,” Sebastian said, “he’s just so good at suppressing any emotion he believes to be negative, that’d you’d never know he was having it. It’s really a miracle how he bottles everything up the way he does.”

Kurt just blinked at him. 

Sebastian sighed. “I really dont think I can explain to you the difficulties of getting Blaine to acknowledge his emotions without something to drink. And since he went to Nick’s, my usual dealer is unavailable.”

Kurt pursed his lips… “I was sent on an alcohol run by Rachel this afternoon… and its all still in my trunk.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “You’re only telling me this now? We could have been drinking hours ago!”

—-

Three shots of whiskey in, and sipping on the margaritas they’d managed with limes from the cafeteria, found Sebastian and Kurt sitting side by side on Sebastian’s bed. Kurt well on his way to tipsy and Sebastian lightly buzzed.

“You know,” Kurt started, paused to burp, and then restarted. “You know why I’ve always hated you, Smythe?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Do tell, Hummel, I’m so excited to hear.”

“Because you remind me of myself,” Kurt said, his head lolling to the side, almost landing on Sebastian’s shoulder. 

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow. “What? Just you but more sleezy?”

Kurt scoffed. “No. Me but better. Hotter, more adventurous. I thought you were a much better fit for Blaine.”

Sebastian grabbed the Jack Daniels and took a large swig. He shook his head as he lowered the bottle. “Did you just call me hot, Kurt?” 

Kurt laughed, the sound was bright and lilting and Sebastian knew he had to be drunker than he felt because he wanted to hear that sound again. Kurt’s hand came down on Sebastian’s thigh to steady himself. “Don’t act like that’s a crazy thought, Sebastian. In another world, where I wasn’t so terrified of you stealing Blaine from me, we maybe could have been friends.”

Kurt’s hand was warm on his thigh and his mouth went dry from the contact. Noone but Blaine has touched him like that in a very long time, and that had always been strictly platonic.

“Do you know why I hated you?” he said, pushing those strange thoughts away.

Kurt’s smile was crooked as he gestured for Sebastian to continue.

“The moment I saw Blaine, I fell a little in love, an experience I’m sure you understand,” Kurt nodded his ascent, “but you had him. And you two were so… happy and perfect. And I never stood a chance.”

It was Kurt’s turn to roll his eyes. “That’s bullshit and we both know it.”

Sebastian gawked at him. “You haven’t had to listen to drunk Blaine talk about you. The poor boy fully believes you’re soulmates.”

“And you apparently haven’t seen the way Blaine looks at you, especially when he thinks you’re not looking. The longing is so palpable it’s almost sickening.” Kurt said, bumping his shoulder against Sebastian’s.

“And how often have you been in the same room as us since you dumped him?”

“I don’t have to be. Marley and Tina take enough videos and pictures of you two together it’s hard to miss. I’m definitely not stupid for believing you two were dating even if it’s not ‘facebook official’” he said, removing his hand for just a moment to make quotation marks before returning it to it’s place of Sebastian’s thigh, a little closer to his inseam than before. Sebastian swallowed the gasp that almost escaped his mouth. “I just assumed Blaine didn’t want to rub it in my face.”

“Well you’re still crazy if you think he’d actually choose me over you.” Sebastian said. “Maybe… maybe before Thanksgiving. Maybe I could have won. But the second you started talking to him again, it was over for me. I wasted my chance with chivalry and respecting his boundaries,” he scoffed. 

“He’s changed since you two started–” Kurt gestured aimlessly like he couldn’t name what they had started, “--you know. He’s… happier. Which seems wild but he’s genuinely happier. It’s not fake anymore. He’s angry when he’s angry and sad when he’s sad, but that means that when he’s happy, he’s actually happy, and not just pretending for everyone else. Even with him hiding his disownment and what happened with Eli, he’s still been more genuine with me than he’s ever been.”

Sebastian blinked at him and Kurt shifted onto his knees next to Sebastian, studying him for a minute. Sebastian wanted to squirm under his gaze but he held fast. He would not let Kurt Hummel make him squirm in his own room, on his own fucking bed.

Kurt lifted a tentative hand to Sebastian’s cheek, gently cupping his face. Sebastian shivered and leaned into the touch before he could stop himself.

“You’re good for him, Sebastian Smythe. In fact, I think you’re better for him than I am. And… I think I’m okay with that now.”

Sebastian breathed in sharply. “It doesn’t matter,” he whispered, not able to fully speak it into existence at full volume. “He’ll never choose me over you.”

Sebastian felt a tear slip down his cheek, unbidden. Kurt caught it with the pad of his thumb, stroking Sebastian’s cheek gently, even after it was gone.

His gaze drifted down to Kurt’s lips, his head swimming with how close Kurt was and how gently he was holding him. Kurt’s gaze followed the same path on Sebastian’s face and he shifted up on his knees, leaned in slowly. Sebastian knew he shouldn’t. But he just needed to know. He needed to understand why Blaine chose Kurt after everything. Sebastian closed the gap between them, one hand coming up to cup the back of Kurt’s head and the other gripping the back of his thigh to tug him fully on top of Sebastian.

Kurt gasped as he fell into the kiss. It was tentative, soft, and exploratory. Neither interested in taking control, just flowing together. Sebastian’s tongue darted out, pressing softly to Kurt’s lips in a request that Kurt gladly accepted, parting his lips as his free arm wrapped around Sebastian’s back, pulling their chests tight together.

The minutes bled together, neither one interested in parting. Sebastian could feel his body responding to the weight of Kurt on his lap and the way his fingertips dug into his back. His mind had gone pleasantly blank, nothing existed in the world except for this room and the boy on top of him. 

The pounding on the door ripped them apart, both of them panting as Kurt scrambled off of Sebastian and across the room, a hand pressed to his chest to still his rapidly beating heart. 

Sebastian, quickly wiped his arm across his mouth and checked his hair in the mirror before looking through the peephole. He thunked his forehead against the door with a soft groan before opening it. 

“Took you long enough, you never sleep that he–” Jeff’s sentence cut off when he saw Kurt standing in the corner, arms wrapped around himself. His gaze flicked up and down Kurt’s disheveled appearance and guilty face before he looked back to Sebastian and his kiss bitten lips.

“Don’t,” Sebastian said when Jeff opened his mouth. “Just don’t.”

Jeff’s eyes darted back and forth between them, his gaze steely. “Blaine needs his laptop,” he finally said. 

Sebastian nodded and stepped back to let Jeff in. Kurt hastily collected the laptop and cord and brought it over to him.

Sebastian took the laptop before Jeff could grab it. “Don’t tell Blaine,” he said.

 Kurt’s head snapped to him. “Sebastian…”

“We’ve been drinking. Emotions are high. It didn’t mean anything.” He was staring at Jeff as he said this so he didn’t have to look at Kurt as his head ducked in shame. 

Jeff looked between them, but he nodded slowly. “I won’t,” he said but there was a clear edge of “but you better tell him.” Sebastian ignored it and handed the laptop over to him. 

Sebastian leaned heavily against the door after Jeff left. His mind was racing, all the thoughts he should have had during the kiss flooding his mind.

Kurt touched his shoulder gently but Sebastian jerked away. “Don’t, Hummel,” he hissed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey to try and rinse the taste of Kurt, of shame, out of his mouth. 

“We have to tell Blaine,” Kurt said, his voice wavering as he attempted to be firm. 

Sebastian shook his head. “No, we don’t. Knowing will only hurt him.”

“We can’t just lie to him!” 

“His best friend and his ex makeout behind his back? How would that make you feel? Would you ever forgive him?” Angry tears sprung to Sebastian’s eyes. “You might have gotten used to life without him, but I can’t lose him, do you understand?”

Kurt just gaped at him. “We were drunk,” he whispered, “he’ll understand.”

“I’m not willing to take that chance.”

#sebklaine #seblaine #Kurtbastian #Sebastian Smythe #Blaine Anderson #Kurt hummel #Glee #I've been writing this fic for nearly five years on and off #and I'm still not that close to finishing it #but fuck do I love when i actually have the brain power to work on it #klaine #daisyishedwig writes

[jammie3132]

Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Story Summary: After a fight with Kurt, Blaine goes running back to Ohio…again! The problem is he doesn’t have Dalton to run back to. Chapter 1 Title: Are You Happy? Chapter 1 Summary: Blaine is back in Ohio after a fight with Kurt. His friends are determined to not let him fall back into old patterns Notes: 10 Days of Seblaine Week 2023 Day 3: Dalton

Canon through Season 6 with exception of 5 year time jump.

❤️🎉HAPPY ANNIVERSARY EVERYONE 🎉❤️

Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our approach. Please prepare for landing. Welcome to Columbus. It is currently 62 degrees…

Blaine put his tray table up and his laptop in his carry on. This was NOT the trip he expected to be taking this week.

“Kurt! I’m home! You’ll never guess…what’s going on?”

“Isabelle got me a showing for my accessories at Paris Fashion Week! Can you believe it?”

“Um…isn’t Paris Fashion Week next week? Our anniversary is next week. We’re going to Hawaii on the Honey…the trip we postponed last year because Isabelle’s assistant got the flu and she insisted she’d never survive Paris Fashion Week without you. And the year before that because... You know, I can't remember what excuse you used that time."

“Oh, yeah. I forgot. But Blaine, this time it’s for our future. It's not the same.”

“Yes, yes, it is.”

“Come with me. We can enjoy the city during our down time. Support me like I supported you at the Grammys.”

“You didn’t go. You decided it wasn't worth missing your classes the next day because my category wasn’t televised.”

“Not this again. It was 3 months ago and you didn’t win. Get over it.”

“You did not just say that.”

“Look, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. And I’m sorry I’m postponing our vacation again. I’m not sorry I’m going to Paris. Stop being so difficult.”

“Just go. I’ll go back to Ohio for the Groundbreaking Ceremony at Dalton. I was disappointed when I found out we couldn’t attend because we’d be in Hawaii. Since that’s no longer an issue…”

“Oh, hell no! I saw Sebastian Smythe’s name on the list of committee members. I’m not letting you go anywhere near that asshole without me.”

“Uh…excuse me. You’re forbidding, literally forbidding, me from going to Dalton’s Groundbreaking?"

"That's not what I meant."

"But it was what you said. You know how important Dalton was to me. I was devastated...”

“How important could Dalton have been if you left just because I asked you to?”

“Fuck you!”

“Blaine, don't…where are you going?”

“Ohio!”

*SLAM*

Three hours later Blaine finally relaxed when a friendly face opened his door and gave him a hug. “Get in here” Sam said, pulling him into his apartment. “Did you leave your luggage in the rental?”

“Nope. In my dramatic exit I only grabbed my school bag.”

“Good thing I’ve still got the stuff you forgot the last time you were here. For once my procrastination paid off.”

“You didn’t procrastinate, you've been busy. I remember how crazy it was preparing the Warblers for Sectionals. The New Directions are trying to three-peat at Nationals in a few weeks…big difference. I feel like an ass taking up your time, but I just couldn’t face my mom’s interrogation. At least not tonight. I mean it would be stupid if I didn’t stay with her when I go to Dalton.”

“But…”

“If you say one word about how I used to make that drive all the time, I’ll tell your new girlfriend about the time Sue was hypnotizing you and…”

“Hey! I had no control over what I was doing! And it’s not fair to use that stuff against me when I don’t remember any of it.”

“Except sleeping with Rachel.”

“I wasn’t hypnotized for that” Sam told him with an added wink.

Blaine’s phone went off (his mother not husband) so Sam went to his hall closet and brought out the box he’d stored there. Since Pam was on a tangent, it gave him time to go to the kitchen and make some calls of his own. He had a plan for his best friend and wanted to confirm the pieces were in place.

When he returned with drinks, Blaine was laying back on the couch rubbing his temples. Pam had that effect on people. “You’re going to have to go to Target for underwear and stuff like that. I’ve got a toothbrush…”

“Sam, what aren’t you telling me?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You got kind of defensive when I mentioned your new girlfriend.”

“I know” Sam sighed as he rejoined Blaine on his couch. “It’s just, I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you this. My girlfriend already knows about everything that happened with Sue, and Rachel.”

“Ok? Why is it so hard to tell me you told your girlfriend?”

“I didn’t have to tell her. I’m dating Kitty.”

Did not see that coming! “Kitty? Kitty Wilde?”

“Yes, and we have a date tonight. So do you.”

“You realize I’m still married, no matter how pissed I am at Kurt.”

“Not like that. I called a friend and he’s taking you to Scandals to get drunk and forget how big a jerk your husband is.”

“Who did you call?”

“It’s a surprise. You have time for a shower and nap. After you called, I went to the store and got a bunch of your favorite Kurt did something stupid comfort food. Please eat something before you go to Scandals so you don’t get drunk on your second beer.”

Blaine wanted to give a snarky comeback but didn’t because Sam was right. “Thanks, Blond Chameleon.”

“Anytime NightBird.”

Because he wasn’t getting picked up until later in the evening, Blaine had time to run to Target. There was also enough time to visit with Kitty before she and Sam left on their date. He had to admit he was having a little trouble getting past the whole former football coach/cheerleader thing. It was only 3 years ago.

But if they wanted to relive that time in private…

Oh God, now it’s worse.

At 9PM on the dot the doorbell rang. He was not prepared for who was standing in front of him. “David? What are you doing here?”

“Taking you to Scandals? “Ready?”

Dave Karofsky? Sam called the guy he broke up with and then married Kurt a week later? Sending them to the place where they reconnected after he returned to Ohio when Kurt ended their engagement? Well, if Dave is here, he must be fine with it.

“Sure, just let me get my phone.”

“No phone. You’re going to drink and talk to me and the others. No checking your phone every 10 minutes to see if Kurt called. Sam was very specific with his directions but I’m pretty sure Kitty was the actual mastermind.”

“Sam and Kitty…I wouldn’t check my phone…” Then it dawned on him. “Did you say others? Who?”

“No idea. Let’s go. I don’t want to give up any more of my time because you’re overthinking what’s going on.”

Blaine shook his head and chuckled. This was nice. “You know me so well.”

It was all small talk until they were settled in a back booth at Scandals and each halfway through their first beer. “Do you remember what you promised me when you came over to tell me you’d married Kurt?”

“David, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

“You’re right, I didn’t” Dave told him with a confidence Blaine didn’t remember. It looked good on him. “Now answer my question. Do you remember your promise?”

Oh yeah, he remembered. “To not lose myself in my relationship with Kurt again. To do what was right for me, even if Kurt threw a hissy fit. And I have, most of the time. Sometimes that’s not how marriage works.”

“And yet you’re sitting here with me and your husband is on his way to Paris. Weren’t you supposed to be in Hawaii for your Spring Break? On the honeymoon you never took? We both know that weekend in Rhode Island didn’t count.”

“How do you…Sam?” Dave nodded his response, not giving him a chance to go off topic, which they both knew Blaine would try. “When we had our fight, I couldn’t say the word honeymoon. I just reminded him it was our anniversary. It wouldn’t have made a difference. Kurt was going to Paris no matter what I said.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

Shit! He noticed. “No, but I’m getting better at it. At least I think I am, but he makes it so fucking hard!” Blaine stopped to finish his beer and motion to the waitress he wanted another. If those coming later were anything like Dave, he needed to get a good buzz going. “I was so happy when I got home but he didn’t give a chance to tell him my news!”

“You can tell me. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.”

Blaine thought about it, but not for long. The thought Kurt had to be the first one he told was gone. “Do you know about the song writing contest I won at NYU?”

“Who doesn’t? The prize was it would be recorded by a major artist and put on their next album. None of us expected Celine Dion or that the song would be nominated for Pop Song of the Year at the Grammys. By the way, you should have won.”

“Thanks.” Blaine tried to push out the memory of Kurt’s earlier comment but couldn’t. “Celine was asked to record a song for a movie, a big…big movie, but she hated what they sent her. She told the studio she’d do it, but she wanted me to write a new song.”

Dave rushed around the table and crushed him in a bear hug…maybe bear was a poor choice of words. “Oh my God! That’s huge! What’s the movie?”

“I shouldn’t say…in case things don’t work out.”

“Blaine…”

“Ok, it’s Deadpool 2.”

Dave pulled back, a blank expression on his face. “Are you shitting me? Seriously, are you shitting me? The first one is my favorite movie of all time!”

“I remember.”

“And Sam! He’s going to freak that you’re going to write a song for a comic book movie!”

“If they use it.”

Once again, Dave tightened his hold, this time even harder. “You are a Grammy nominated song writer and Celine fucking Dion asked you to write her a song for fucking Deadpool 2. Stop doubting yourself.”

“Ok, the walk down memory lane is over. Time for the male hobbit to forgo the sugar coating and get some tough love from Auntie Snixx.”

Dave whispered Good Luck before leaving. Blaine wasn’t sure if his abrupt exit was part of the plan, animosity toward one of the masterminds of his ambush wedding to Kurt or not wanting to piss off the girl who once told him she had razor blades in her hair.

Did it matter? Yeah, it did. Their time together made him realize how much he missed him. He’d like them to be friends again…if it wasn’t too weird for Dave.

His long awaited second beer arrived, but Santana declined anything stating she wouldn’t be there much longer. She then pulled out her phone and smiled a smile Blaine had seen enough to know it meant trouble. “What are you doing here Lopez?”

“In Ohio? Lord Tubbington needed an intervention for his latest addiction…Internet porn.”

Blaine didn’t question her explanation which for some reason made perfect sense. “I meant here…at Scandals.”

“Sammy called. He needed help getting in contact with the third ghost of Blaine Warblers past.”

“You are not a ghost from my past. I see you at least once a week.”

“Then Karofsky’s your past, I’m your present and the next person can be your future. Guess that makes you and your pissy mood Scrooge.” Santana took a deep breath and folded her hands on the table. “I’m only going to say this once and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it…then cut off your balls.”

That was interesting. Interesting enough he prepared for what she was going to say by taking a big swig of beer. “Deal”

“I’m sorry.”

“Foooor?”

“I should’ve never let Britt talk me into the double wedding. She only remembered high school Klaine and then depressed Blaine who missed Kurt. She wasn’t here for the engagement and she definitely was around for toxic NYC Klaine. I was.”

For the second time since he arrived in Ohio, Blaine didn’t have a comeback because the person across from him was telling the truth. Was it progress to admit what they were saying were truths? “You didn’t have faith we’d make it?”

“Once I was out of the happy bubble of my wedding day? No, not a chance in hell. You and Hummel got back together only a few days before. You needed time to either work out the issues you had the first time or realize you were in a never-ending cycle, doomed to failure.”

“Wow, tell me how you really feel.” Blaine downed the rest of his beer for time to come of with a reasonable response. Like that was going to happen. “I thought we were ready.”

“Why? Because you went to therapy and a had rebound relationship with Karofsky?”

“Never, I mean never, say crap about Dave! I don’t care about shit that went down in high school. He didn’t deserve what I did to him, no matter what he did back then!”

Santana tilted her head then nodded, showing she was both stunned and impressed by Blaine’s outburst. “You obviously misunderstood Anderson. Was your relationship with Karofsky on anyone’s bingo card? No. Did some people think you were with him as revenge for Hummel ending your engagement? Yeah, probably more than you realize. But I know you had feelings for Dave, just not love. He was the wrong person at the right time.”

“Then who was the right person?”

“The guy who just walked in the door.” She took hold of his hands and asked “Do you remember when we went to Dalton to hear the Warblers sing MJ and they did I Want You Back? How I said we were in big trouble?” Blaine nodded because seeing Sebastian had rendered him speechless. “I didn’t mean for Regionals. The New Directions were in trouble because we were going to lose you. If that Slushie didn’t happened, you would’ve eventually gone back to Dalton. Not for the Warblers but for a Warbler…Smythe. You looked at him in a way I never saw between you and Hummel…ever.”

“San…”

“Just talk to him. Listen to him. And listen to the voice in your, thankfully no longer plastered into submission, head.”

“Hey” Sebastian said upon his arrival at their table, unsure of what he was doing there in the first place. Other than fear of what Santana Lopez would do if he’d declined, of course.

Santana stood to leave, kissed Blaine on the cheek, then took hold of Sebastian’s arm. “Thank you for coming but if you fuck this up, they’ll never find your body.”

“Understood.” Then as a shock to both men, she kissed his cheek before leaving. “That…that…my younger self would never believe that just happened” Sebastian stammered as he took the available seat. “I still live in fear of her revenge for the Slushie I threw at her. Sometimes I wish she would just get it over with. I mean, how many …don’t answer that. I remember. I’ve always remembered.”

Their missing waitress appeared out of nowhere, obviously due to Sebastian. Even though Blaine hadn’t finished his current beer, he went ahead and ordered one for each of them. Hopefully they’d arrive before the girl realized she worked in a gay bar.

They did.

The tension was awkward, but since Sam had gone to a lot of trouble to put this evening together, Blaine decided the least he could do was see it through. “How’s the Groundbreaking preparation going?”

“Crazy” Sebastian told him, but the former Warbler Captain instantly broke out a smile. “But it’s Dalton crazy so…”

“Organized chaos” Blaine finished for him. “How did you get involved?”?

“Long story.”

“Good. We can get comfortable while we get up the nerve to talk about whatever Santana told you.”

“She didn’t tell me anything. I had no idea you’d be here. In fact, shouldn’t you be in Hawaii? It’s the reason you declined your invitation.”

Blaine was still reeling from hearing Sebastian didn’t know he’d be here. As much as he wanted to ask how Santana convinced him to come, he decided it was safer not to know. “Kurt was offered a business opportunity in Paris, but that’s a conversation we should save until you’ve caught up to me. I’m on my third beer and I’m not the lightweight I used to be.”

“Challenge accepted.” Sebastian took a good-sized drink and looked for the waitress. She must have figured out flirting was a waste of time since she was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately, one of the bartenders remembered Sebastian from the old days who took care of him. “So, we talk about Dalton for now?”

“For now.”

“Ok, then I got involved because the Reopening Committee asked. It’s my Spring Break so I have a lot of extra time.”

Before everything went to hell between them, Blaine learned some of Sebastian’s telltale ticks. If he tapped his fingers on the table, he wasn’t telling the whole truth. He never lied. He just had a habit of leaving out important details. Right now, he was practically tapping the drum solo to In The Air Tonight.

“It’s my Spring Break too, which makes sense since I'm supposed to be in Hawaii. Where did you wind up going to college?”

“Stanford”

“Not Harvard like your dad. I bet that went over like a led balloon.”

“Ding, ding, ding…200 points to the Grammy nominee.”

“You heard about that? Never mind, seems a lot of people have.”

“You’re kidding, right? Everyone knew you’d end up in music, we just didn’t know how. But I have a question. When I read about your nomination, the article said you won a song writing contest at NYU. What happened to NYADA?”

“Kurt broke off our engagement, crippling depression caused my work to suffer, NYADA cut me.”

“They cut you? Depression that bad should've gotten you a medical excuse.” “My parents’ lawyers said the same thing. NYADA cleared my record, refunded my tuition, and when I refused to go back, the Director of NYADA convinced Tische into accepting me despite the fact I’d missed all application deadlines.”

“Let me guess, after NYADA (air quotes) fixed everything, you and your parents didn’t sue.”

“Ding, ding, ding…500 points to the Stanford man.” The tapping went into overdrive. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Sebastian moved his hands to his lap. “You remembered?”

“You’d be surprised how much I remember about you.“ Oh shit! Time to stop drinking.

Either his comment went over Sebastian’s head, or he was polite enough not to push the subject. “Let’s just say you weren’t the only one to switch colleges. I’m not at Stanford anymore. I’m at OSU.”

Huh? “Your turn to spill what happened.”

Sebastian finished his beer and signaled the bartender for another. They were both well aware this would be his third. According to their agreement, it was time to talk about the hard stuff. “Do you remember, back when we were friends, and you asked what was something I could never have but wanted more than anything?”

“Of course. You said my ass.”

“True, but then I said…”

Blaine’s eyes flew open even though they were heavy from the alcohol. “You told your father off? How you hated him for all the crap he’d put you and your mother through? Oh my God, what did he say?”

“You’re cut off.”

“Oh shit!” While Blaine was in disbelief (but in total awe at the same time) Sebastian seemed fine…peaceful. “That’s why you left Stanford? He even cut off tuition?”

“Everything. But Blaine, it was the best thing to happen to me.”

Huh? “What do you mean?”

“He no longer has control over me. I make all my own decisions. I’ll admit I was lucky this pissed off my grandmother, his mother. She gave me the equivalent of what I would inherit when she died. It didn’t take my finance classes for me to realize living in California, near San Francisco, was going to drain the money in less than 10 years. I finished the semester at Stanford then moved here.”

Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off Sebastian. He was practically glowing, and not from the beer. “You look really happy.”

“I am and it’s not just being free of my father. Dalton plays a huge role in what I call my recovery.”

“Dalton? How?”

“I’m not just working on the Groundbreaking. I work part time for Dalton. I’m still working on my Finance Degree, so I’ve been helping with fundraising. OSU gives me credit for practical experience. I’m also getting a degree in Education Administration.”

Excuse me?! “You? Sebastian Smythe are going to be Dalton’s Head Master?”

“Oh, hell no! I’m going to teach French and work as an assistant to the Head Master…title pending. The Head Master has to handle crap like curriculum and faculty. I’ll be in charge of budgets and making sure students don’t do stupid shit…title pending. The idea was who's better for the job than someone who broke practically every rule. There’s not a lie or excuse I won’t see right through.”

When Blaine found out his best friend was taking over the New Directions, Sam asked if he was jealous. His answer of a little was true. He had loved coaching the Warblers. But what Sebastian was doing? He wasn’t a little jealous. He was so jealous his heart hurt. “Are you happy?”

“Extremely. I know everyone expected me to be a lawyer or CEO. I’d rather work at Dalton and not have high blood pressure and ulcers by the time I’m 30. I suppose I’ve grown up.”

“I suppose you have.”

Sebastian took a chance to reach over for Blaine’s hand and was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t pull away. “Killer, when was the last time you were truly happy? Not with something in your marriage, or Kurt in general. Something that was only about Blaine Devon Anderson.”

Was it sad he couldn’t answer immediately? Blaine wanted to say his song writing. How he’d been asked to write a song for a movie. Neither was the truth. “When I was coaching the Warblers before the fire. My life was a mess, but for those few hours a day, safe inside the walls of Dalton, I was genuinely happy.”

Sebastian didn’t look surprised. “If you have time, you should come help with the Groundbreaking. Or, even if you don’t have time, could you please, please, please come help with the Groundbreaking? Some of the bigger donors asked what the Warblers were performing…yesterday. As of now, there’s no performances scheduled, just speeches. You, former Warbler and musical savant, showing up like this is basically a miracle. Unless you say you won’t do it. No pressure. You obviously have a lot to deal with, but please, please pretty please.”

It sounded perfect, but he didn’t want Sebastian to know Dalton was the reason he was back in Ohio. Kurt forbidding him from coming would somehow come out and he didn’t need that getting around. It was beyond embarrassing. “I have time and even if I didn’t, I would’ve found a way. Can we have lunch tomorrow and keep catching up…no matter how difficult it might be?”

Sebastian smiled as Sam and he assumed Kitty walked in. The only reason he wasn’t sure was because she was tiny, and every single McKinley Warbler was scared shitless of her. “B, your designated drivers are here.”

“Not quite Eiffel Tower…”

“Eiffel Tower?” Blaine and Sebastian asked in unison.

Kitty rolled her eyes at them, but Sam thought it was funny. “They’re both tall and French.” She rolled her eyes again when not only Sam, but Blaine and Sebastian, began to laugh uncontrollably. “Anyway…” she said in a way Sebastian suddenly understood why the guys were terrified of her “It’s late, you’ve been drinking and none of us are making the drive to Westerville and back. You’re staying with Tana and Brittany at the Pierce’s. Give me your keys. I’m driving you.”

The guys all began laughing again. They were so loud the other bar patrons could hear them over the music. “You…you?” Sebastian tried to say between breaths. “I don’t think my seats go up that far!!”

Sam pulled himself together. Kitty was almost at her Santana level. “I’ll drive Sebastian’s car. You and Blaine follow in mine.”

“No, I want to talk to the jackass about me and the McKinley Warblers singing Blaine’s song at his fancy shindig on Saturday.”

That got Blaine’s attention. “My song?”

“Rise…the one you wrote when Dalton burned down.”

Blaine quickly got up, and once the room stopped spinning, he grabbed his jacket. “I’ve got to get back to Sam’s. I need my laptop.”

Sam didn’t like the sound of that. Kurt had been calling Blaine’s phone throughout the evening. He hoped his plan hadn’t been for naught with his best friend wanting to Skype his husband. “Why?”

“My song writing software is on it. I’ve got an idea.”

NOTES:

I read somewhere Klaine’s original “introduction” in the 5 year time jump had Blaine as a Grammy nominated song writer and Kurt with a popular accessories line…no Virgina Wolfe. I went with that narrative.

Season 6 Wedding: Episode 6x08 2/20/2015. However, there was no fear of snow or cold, and that barn was VERY open. This is why I moved the anniversary to April/Spring Break.

Dalton Fire: Episode 6x10 3/10/15. While in canon it was 2 weeks later, I moved it to 1 week.

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