#Nightflash RP

[anderstarblaine]

I’ve bought every copy of the Times that I could get my hands on. That Steven Smith sure knows how to write a cover story. I have never been so proud in my entire life. 

#seblaine #seblaine rp #nightflash #Nightflash RP #//yep #//we're still here lol #dash #post

[smugsmythe]

Local Hero “Nightbird” Opens Up About Sexuality and Past

by Steven Smith Published on May 24, 2017

NEW YORK -- In uncertain times with the nation divided by those who seek equality and those who deny it, New York City’s LGBTQ+ can now look to one more hero for inspiration. Better known to the public as the nocturnal avenger, Nightbird, opens up in this exclusive interview about his past and how he has become the hero we all know.

“When I was younger, I was put in danger. I was a victim of assault because I’m gay and when it happened to me, I made the choice then to stop hiding and running from these special gifts I’d been given.”

After a trip to the hospital because of an assault fueled by homophobia, Nightbird assumed the mantle to help those just like him. But he didn’t stop at just protecting LGBTQ+ youth from homophobic bullying.

“I wanted to protect kids like me from the same fate. I migrated to New York and became more than just that. I began feeling the need to do more and more. Just fighting for one specific purpose felt selfish in a way. Helping the defenseless has felt like my duty since I became defenseless that day.”

Not only as a member of the LGBTQ+ community, Nightbird’s coming out wields itself as inspiration to meta-humans and mutants born with the X-gene. As the Mutant and Meta-Human Registration Act debates continue across the nation, mutant and meta-human citizens alike fear the uncertainty of their futures.

Nightbird stands to be an example that those with powers and abilities do not choose to abuse them for personal gain. The hero chooses to protect his identity because he knows that if exposed, there would be unimaginable repercussions that could potentially land the hero in hiding. Many mutans and meta-humans face the same obstacles even without a superhero identity if the Mutant and Meta-Human Registration Act passes Senate.

Senator Robert Kelly, an active anti-mutant activist, has stated multiple times that the presence of heroes much like Nightbird is exactly why all mutant and meta-human citizens need to registered. “It ensures the safety of our ‘normal’ and human citizens.” Kelly has also previously backed the controversial notion of an extraterritorial prison specifically to keep prisoners from “infecting” the public with their criminal ways.

Nightbird asks of New York City’s citizens, “Be kind to one another. The world is a really scary place and so many people are so quick to resort to name-calling, bullying, and even violence [...] It just isn’t who we are supposed to be as a species. We’re all people with our own struggles in life and we quickly forget that when we’re desperate. Be kind to people, and even help people out if you have the means. A little kindness goes a really long way.”

#nightflash rp #rp graphic #para ref: 015 #graphics

[anisstaranise]

blainesweetheart replied to your photo “blainterbanana: Serendipity (Nightflash!AU) - anderstarblaine &...”

HEY thats me :3

Yes it is! I love the graphics that accompany your rp. I read them from time to time.

#blainesweetheart #lauren is a sweetheart #convo with anisstaranise

[gleerpconfessions]

I have been playing Blaine Anderson for almost five years now and because of this reason I met the love of my life, Jay (blainterbanana) and I will forever be grateful to the Glee and Glee RP community for existing. I met her through her amazing Hunter RP (@sirclarington) when the neversaynever rp group was still active and now not only is she now my Hunter and my Sebastian in our current Seblaine!Nightflash (@smugsmythe) but she’s the girl I’m going to marry. So, thank you, Glee RP community.  And thank you to Jay for being the best Hunter and Sebastian a girl could ask for :3.

#glee roleplay #blainterbanana #sirclarington #smugsmythe #glee rpg #sebastian smythe #hunter clarington #grpcthanks

[crimsxnbolt]

Runs in the Family.

Summary: Wally and Dick visit Dawn and Don for the first time a few weeks after they’re born. 

Pairings: Birdflash/Nightflash

Author’s Note: This fic is based off of mine and @birdb0yw0nder RP verse. Enjoy!

"They're pretty tiny, aren't they?"

A scoff could only be heard in return, Dick's infamous sarcasm dripping with practically every word. "They're babies, Wally. That's kinda the point."

A hesitant hand reached down to gently pick up Dawn's. "See? Look how small-" the words died off in Wally's mouth as the infant's hand curled around the speedster's index finger in response. At that moment, the world of Wally West had completely stopped. He was a 22-year-old college student at Stanford University who'd dealt with every kind of villain and world disaster imaginable, but an infant, a baby who had only existed for a few short weeks had just managed to steal his heart completely.

Dick was currently occupied with rocking Don in his arms, but the scene that unfolded in front of him made his own battle-worn heart melt. Never had he ever pictured himself with kids. Losing his family at the age of 9, and more recently, Jason, had completely soured him on the idea alone. He'd never be able to cope if he lost someone else dear to him, and children were so fragile. There was no way his already frail psyche could handle it. And don't get him started on Wally. The man was practically an over-grown child in a man's body.

But something about the scene he was witnessing was almost enough to change his mind. Maybe kids could be in their future. Of course, they'd be moving  out of  Blüdhaven first-and-foremost. Raising a child in that hellhole would be out of the question. It was already bad enough that Wally moved from Palo Alto just to be with him for his job at the GCPD.

Dick was snapped out of his reverie by a foul smell. Sniffing around fiercely, he looked towards Wally with a visage of disbelief.

"Babe, I swear. This is the first time I can honestly say it wasn't me," his now free finger pointed accusingly at the baby girl giggling down in her crib.

An exasperated sigh left Dick's mouth. He'd survived gun shots, knife wounds and explosions. But that damn speedster family would be the death of him one day.

#wally west #dick grayson #birdflash #kid flash #nightwing #writings: runs in the family #(( I feel a lot more comfortable now that Dick's mun read it herself lol )) #drabbles

[smugsmythe]

The One With the Disagreement || Seblaine

Date: May 20th, 2017

Location: Hospital in New York City

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Following Sebastian's seizure, he is brought to the hospital by Nightbird, still seizing. Blaine enters in civilian clothes to assess the situation.

Trigger Warning:  mentions of seizures.

dis·a·gree·ment /ˌdisəˈɡrēmənt/ noun 1. lack of consensus or approval. synonyms: dissent, lack of agreement, difference of opinion, dispute; "there was some disagreement about the details"

Sebastian Smythe:

After Sebastian had been dropped off in the emergency room, he was left in the care of somewhat clueless doctors. They didn't know how to treat him; he didn't have a typical case of epilepsy. They'd shot him up with drugs in an attempt to stop the seizure he'd been having that had gone on for nearly ten minutes now but it didn't seem to be working. They had managed to hook his convulsing body to machines that flashed and blared angry red numbers, alerting the doctors of the seriousness that was Sebastian's panicking body.

“If this kid doesn't stop seizing, he's going to fry his brain!” One of the doctors claimed out loud, ordering a nurse to inject another dosage to hopefully halt Sebastian's seizure.

It wasn't until just moments after Blaine had rushed into the emergency room, just after a third futile dosage into Sebastian's thigh but right before a fourth, that his episode had finally stopped.

“Heart rate and breathing signs are… stabilizing?” A nurse said aloud, confused. Sebastian's breathing wasn't nearly as strained as a moment ago but it didn't stop a nurse from attaching a nasal cannula onto him just to be safe.

“Hook him up to an EEG machine. I need a neurologist in here, immediately!” The doctor barked, frustrated at the situation.

When he turned to leave the triage area, that was when a nurse approached and informed him of Blaine's arrival. “Doctor, the patient's husband is here.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine tried to hold himself together the best he could even though he knew he didn’t have to be on guard at that moment, he was just Blaine again. It was as if he was walking in slow motion as he followed the nurse to Sebastian. He glanced over the nurse’s shoulder to see if he could peek at his boyfriend, but no such luck. When they stood there in front of the doctor finally, the frazzled, frustrated look on the elder’s face wasn’t comforting.

“Hi, Blaine,” the doctor introduced himself.

“Is he… is he okay?” Blaine asked, saying a silent prayer that Sebastian was just fine and didn’t have any long-lasting damage. He said a quicker prayer that he was still alive. He didn’t even want to imagine.

The doctor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the shorter man. “Your husband’s seizure lasted way longer than what we call a medical emergency.” The statement made Blaine’s heart jump into his throat and the tears built up faster. “We got him to stop seizing finally and now he’s… stable for the time being. We don’t know what caused this yet or why it lasted so long so we’re going to hook him up and run some tests. We’re going to start with an EEG and I have a neurologist on her way right now to come take a look at him. He’s alive and stable… right now.” The doctor stressed, unsure of what exactly could be going on with the man laying on the bed, he didn’t want to get Blaine’s hopes up in case something were to happen under his watch.

Blaine nodded with only a sniffle as he listened to the doctor speak, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hands. “Uh, yeah, thank you so much, doctor. Can I… Is there room for me in there with him?” The doctor told him that he could see Sebastian while they were waiting for the neurologist to arrive but no promises for after then. Blaine didn’t argue.

Thanking the doctor once again, Blaine made his way to Sebastian’s bedside, looking down at his man, his gorgeous man. “Oh, honey,” he whispered, brushing his hand through Sebastian’s soft hair. “This was such a big, good day for you.” Blaine felt extremely saddened that the day had to end on such a sour note. “I love you, Sebastian,” he said, leaning down to press his lips against the taller’s forehead. “Please wake up for me, okay?” His voice was gentle as he reached behind him to grab the doctor’s stool. He stayed back just a little, knowing that if and when Sebastian woke up he’d be majorly disoriented and he didn’t want him to be anymore startled than necessary.

Sebastian Smythe:

The triage area where Sebastian was situated gave the two just a little bit of privacy, the standard hospital curtain obscuring them from at least half the other patients there. The steady beep of the EKG machine Sebastian was hooked up to was akin to a ticking clock-- each beep signaled another moment had passed where Sebastian remained unconscious.

It didn't take very long at all for a different doctor-- supposedly the neurologist-- to make an appearance, holding a chart and being briefed by an ER nurse. “We're going to run a few tests to make sure he's okay, alright?” she told Blaine after she'd introduced herself with a sweet smile.

“That won't be necessary.”

The neurologist turned around to see another woman in a lab coat standing in the doorway. “Excuse me? Who are you? I was paged for a neurological consult on this patient.”

“I'm Mr. Smythe's neurologist and personal physician; he's been seeing me since his first episode and I've been following his case very closely,” the woman told the doctor before flashing her medical identification at her. She snatched Sebastian’s chart out from the neurologist’s hands. “Please leave.”

The neurologist grumbled under her breath and scurried away. The woman turned to Blaine and extended her hand as she introduced herself. “My name is Doctor Caitlin Snow. I think you already heard me say I'm Sebastian's physician.” She produced from her lab coat pocket a syringe filled with a green liquid, the needle covered by a bright blue safety cap. She didn't hesitate to undo the safety cap and stick Sebastian in the arm with the green liquid.

The EKG machine beeped erratically for less than a moment-- too short to alarm anyone-- before it evened out again.

“He should wake up shortly,” she assured Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine tore his attention away from Sebastian when he heard the voices coming closer, watching the exchange between the two with raised eyebrows. His brow furrowed a little when the younger woman explained she’d been seeing Sebastian since his first seizure, he didn’t recall but in all fairness, he hadn’t gone with Sebastian to his doctor’s appointment. “H-hi, I’m Blaine. Nice to meet you.” He shook her hand.

He watched as she worked quickly with no hesitation, seamlessly. “What’s tha- oh.” He said when the machine beeped and then calmed down. “Oh. Really?” He asked her with a hopeful voice, looking down at his boyfriend, taking his hand once more. “What... Is he going to be okay? What’s going on with him?” Blaine asked, looking to her once more. “I don’t really understand all of this or why this is happening and honestly I’m really kind of freaking out right now,” he said, talking a little quickly. Though he was never one to have an anxiety problem, he was starting to feel physically exhausted with this worry of losing Sebastian.

Sebastian Smythe:

Snow’s jaw was set as she listened to Blaine and his questions. Truth be told, no one really knew what was happening to Sebastian or why he wasn’t getting better. According to Professor Garrick, the speed force should give him a healing factor and protect him. The more Sebastian’s condition worsened, the more it seemed that the speed force was actually hurting him. “I'll be honest with you, his case is increasingly concerning and he needs to be under close observation,” she explained. “The brain is already complex and Sebastian was struck by lightning. I don't think he'll ever have a normal life if he continues--”

“Wha-- Blaine?” Sebastian's scared voice cut through the room as he suddenly jerked awake, effectively interrupting Snow.

Sebastian weakly gripped his boyfriend's hand, his fear washing away when his eyes found Blaine's. He was still out of it and didn't know what happened but he knew Blaine was there and in that moment that was the most important thing to him. He found comfort in Blaine. “Did I have another seizure?” he asked as he tried to rub his eyes only to find there was a heart rate finger-clip attached to him. “... Why hospital?” he asked groggily, confused.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine listened intently to what Dr. Snow had to say, wanting every piece of information possible-- he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to relay some information to Santana and have her do her own research if this were to keep happening. Blaine’s head jerked towards Sebastian when he heard him waking up. “Sebastian,” he said, bringing the chair close once more to sit so he could be closer to his boyfriend. “Hey you’re okay,” he said in a hushed, gentle tone.

“Y-yeah, babe, you did. It was pretty bad this time. But you’re okay,” he assured him. “Nightbird brought you here to make sure you got the help you needed.” Blaine nibbled on his bottom lip, rubbing Sebastian’s hand with his thumb. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” he asked carefully, his voice soft and words slowed as to not overwhelm him.

Sebastian Smythe:

“I’m fine..? I think?” Sebastian’s furrowed brow creased deeper as Blaine filled him in on what he’d apparently missed out. He didn’t remember the details to his episode yet and his memory was very foggy. When Blaine mentioned Nightbird, his eyes widened a bit and he tried to sit up in the hospital bed. “Nightbird! Where is he?!” he asked with urgency. His sudden movements caused a jolt of pain in his head and he slumped back down against the sheets.

“Probably not a good idea to get out of bed,” Snow warned, looking through his medical chart and making a few notes. “In fact, I’d strongly recommend bed rest tonight and staying home from work tomorrow, as well.” She turned to look at Blaine and smiled at him. “I trust your husband will be able to keep an eye on you?”

“Huh? What?” Sebastian mumbled, still out of it. “Husband..?” he looked between his doctor and Blaine, still confused.

Snow just chuckled softly, seemingly not too concerned now that Sebastian was awake and talking. She produced a business card from her coat pocket and handed it to Blaine. “Call me immediately the next time something like this happens or if you just have any concerns,” she told him. “I’ll call Sebastian tomorrow when he’s feeling better for a proper follow-up with testing.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine shook his head as Sebastian tried to sit up. “Hey, hey, slow down.” His words overlapped Dr. Snow’s as he motioned for the other to stay put. When Caitlin addressed him, Blaine nodded with certainty. “I will absolutely be keeping an eye on him, don’t worry.”

When Sebastian questioned Blaine’s title, it made the shorter chuckle. “Don’t you remember? I’m always your husband in the hospital,” he winked at him before turning his attention back to the young woman in front of him. He stood up to shake her hand. “Thank you so much, Dr. Snow. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you coming tonight,” he said with a grateful tone as he took the business card. “It’s nice to know Sebastian is in such good hands,” Blaine expressed, though he didn’t know much about Caitlin Snow, he felt comfortable with her. Plus, she managed to get Sebastian awake and she didn’t seem frazzled when the other doctors did.

Blaine returned to his seat next to Sebastian and took his hand again, holding it tight. “I’m so happy you’re awake,” he whispered looking at his boyfriend with care and worry. “I was really afraid when they told me you had been seizing for so long. Thank goodness for Dr. Snow or else you might not have woken up.” He shook his head, scooting a little close. “As for Nightbird, he couldn’t stay long because of the crowd, he didn’t want to draw attention away from you getting help- also he wanted me to know where you were as soon as possible.”

Sebastian Smythe:

It took a moment for Sebastian to catch onto what Blaine was telling him and when it did, he quirked a smile. “Right, I remember-- happily betrothed,” he assured as he remembered what Blaine had told the doctors after Sebastian had been struck by lightning.

He didn't have the energy to argue with Snow or talk about how he didn't need to take the day off; a few hours of sleep and he'd be back on his feet in no time. It was weird to see his two worlds coming together-- Snow was a direct connect to the Flash, talking to Blaine like a completely normal person. He supposed even people who weren't superheroes had their own secrets to hide.

Looking towards Snow, Sebastian knew he was in for a lecture the next time he went over to Professor Garrick's lab. Thankfully the doctor didn't seem angry right this moment and left the two men alone in peace.

“You talked to Nightbird? Did you get to see him?” Sebastian asked, slowly and surely coming out of his grogginess and becoming a bit more alert as time passed since his episode. “Shit, do I have my bag? My camera?” Sebastian wouldn't know what he'd do if the entire interview went down the drain because he'd lost his bag.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine shook his head as Sebastian asked about Nightbird. “Yeah-yeah I talked to him, he pulled me from home to come see you. I was really worried about you, I was afraid that I’d come in here and--” he stopped, shaking his head when Sebastian mentioned his bag. “Yeah, it’s here so I assume he brought it,” he assured him, feeling a twinge of guilt in his stomach because he knew his camera was nestled in the bag in shambles. Luckily he was sure the SD card was probably still just fine-- it was mostly the lens and camera that was damaged. “I’m sure your camera and everything is okay.

“Seb, please, don’t stress out. Everything is okay, your story is going to be great,” he nodded confidently as he wrapped his other hand around Sebastian’s. “You can worry about work and your story later, okay? You need to focus on relaxing right now and taking it easy,” Blaine suggested gently. “Dr. Snow said that this is concerning and your case is increasingly concerning and that we have to keep an eye on you.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian felt anxious, unaware of the exact location of his bag and its contents. “Hand it to me— I need my phone, I have to call my boss,” he insisted, his heartbeat picking up. Clearly Blaine’s suggestion to take it easy fell on deaf ears as he ignored his painful ailments.

“I just,” he grunted as he attempted to sit up again, “I need to write that article so it can get published before tomorrow..!” The EKG machine he was hooked up to started beeping but Sebastian paid no mind; he had a fast heart anyhow because of his abilities. In that moment the only thing that mattered to him was his Nightbird exclusive. “I swear I’m fine; we should get out of here so I can get to my laptop and—“

An ER nurse pulled back the curtain to the triage area Sebastian was sitting in, having been alerted by the urgent beeping. “Mr. Smythe, please calm down..!” She ordered, finally catching Sebastian’s attention. “Your doctor has ordered that you stay put for at least an hour for observation. You’re not going anywhere just yet.”

Blaine Anderson:

“Sebastian, really, you need to calm down— you don’t need to work yourself up so much,” Blaine said, standing up to try and coerce his boyfriend to sit still. “You aren’t writing anything tonight, you just--”

He was interrupted by the nurse coming into the room, barking at Sebastian. He was relieved for a moment when the nurse seemingly made Sebastian calm down, thankfully. His nerves were beginning to come unraveled as the previous hour had taken its toll on his already exhausted body. He stayed quiet until the nurse was finished.

He turned to the taller, trying his best to keep his composure. “Seb, please. You just had a seizure, you don’t need to worry with work right now. Your things are fine and you can work on it tomorrow. At home. In bed.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian's frustration grew when the nurse informed him that he had to stay in bed for at least a while longer. Between his pounding headache and both the medical staff and Blaine telling him to stay put, Sebastian just wanted to get the hell out of there. With an immature huff, he crossed his arms over his chest and laid back in the hospital bed.

“I guess it can wait until tomorrow…” he mumbled, compromising a bit and trying to relax. Looking over to his boyfriend, he realized he was stressing him out further. “I'm sorry. I just-- I was really looking forward to tonight and this stupid seizure… fucked everything up.” He let out another sigh and draped an arm over his eyes. What Blaine had said was true-- Sebastian really did need to rest and de-stress.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine took a deep breath and then took a seat next to Sebastian once again. “Thank you.” He said when Sebastian agreed to wait until the next day. Rubbing his face with his hands gently he sighed. “It’s okay. I know you were looking forward to tonight and I’m really sorry that this happened.” The shorter said, placing his hand on Sebastian’s. “But, this… you… you’re more important than that interview right now.” His hazel eyes glanced down as he nibbled on his bottom lip.

He felt really guilty for his feelings in that moment, he felt like crying. He wanted Sebastian to hold him and console him because he’d been so afraid that whole night. But Blaine knew that was selfish and Sebastian was the one who needed him in that moment. “Are you okay? Do you feel okay? How’s your head?” he asked, reaching forward to brush his hair back, gently touching his forehead.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian didn't quite share the same sentiment as Blaine that he was more important, but he wasn't about to say so out loud. This wasn't the time or place to argue.

Smiling softly when Blaine reached towards him to comfort him, Sebastian gripped his hand and gave a gentle nod. “I'm okay, I promise. Just tired from… everything, I guess. I have a headache but it's no worse than last time. I promise I'm okay,” he tried to reassure Blaine that everything was okay and that he could breathe a sigh of relief.

“Honestly, I just want to put this behind us. I hate seeing you so stressed out because of me and these stupid fucking seizures, and being stuck on bed rest isn't exactly my idea of a great time.” Sebastian let out a heavy sigh then, bringing Blaine's hand up to his lips. He pressed a gentle and slow kiss to the back of his hand, finally relaxing for the first time that night since they'd gotten to the hospital. “I love you. I promise everything will be better after tonight.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s forehead wrinkled a little sadly when Sebastian attempted to comfort him at first but by the time he felt the other’s lips against the back of his hand he began to feel slightly less tense and even managed a tiny smile. “I love you, too.” He said gently, moving his hand to brush his thumb against Sebastian’s cheek. “I hate seeing you like this, too.” I hate seeing you have a seizure. It was the most terrifying thing and he didn’t know if he would ever get used to it. He hoped he wouldn’t have to. “Hopefully Dr. Snow can help and we can get you on the right track so maybe this never happens again.” He said vaguely hopeful even if he didn’t know how much be believed it himself.

“I’m just thankful that you weren’t alone.” Blaine added, the thought of what might’ve happened had Sebastian been alone tonight when it happened made him sick to his stomach. Shaking his head, he tried to put the image behind him and focus on his boyfriend in front of him. He was awake, he was breathing, he was okay. Everything was okay for that moment in time. “I will just be happy to get you home and into bed. I know you’re safe here, but it’s less… scary… at home.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian gave a vague nod at the mention of Dr. Snow figuring something out. He, too, was uncertain where they were on the path to finding a cure. It wasn't something Sebastian liked to think about; this condition was almost like a crutch he felt like he might have to carry for the rest of his life. Still, Sebastian knew that his boyfriend thrived when all was well and there was nothing to worry about. “Hey, look at me!” Sebastian said in a cheerful tone despite his weariness, “I'm completely fine. I mean, I look like I had a rough night but in about an hour you and I are gonna be snuggled up in our bed together and you won't have any reason to be scared.”

He hoped his words and reassuring smile was enough to put Blaine's worries to rest-- at least for a little while-- until he could physically prove that he was at fit as a fiddle. Tonight was just a hiccup. “Besides, maybe you're right; if I wait to write the article, I can sell the story to a different paper. Like, this is the story of the century, B. I could get published in the Times. Can you imagine that-- my name-- in the New York Times?”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine let out a soft chuckle when Sebastian tried his best to make him feel like everything was fine. Unfortunately, Sebastian had no idea what it was like on his side of things just like Blaine had no idea what Sebastian had to go through. “I wish it was so simple.” He shook his head, looking down to play with the other’s fingers a little with his own, keeping his hand in his.

He held back an audible sigh when Sebastian mentioned the article again-- he knew Sebastian was really excited and he was excited for him, he just wished he was a bit more concerned with what happened and not with the article. Still, he couldn’t stop the small smile from creeping across his face as he looked at his boyfriend’s face. “I know, this is a story that no one else in the world has and you could actually take it anywhere you want.” He shook his head. “I’m really proud of you, Seb. Your name in the Times. It would be amazing. Well, your pseudonym, obviously.” He corrected, it would be far too dangerous for Sebastian’s name to be on the story-- everyone would be too interested in how he got such an in with Nightbird and they’d be all over him for more information. “Have you given any more thought to that, by the way? Have you decided on a name?”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian's brow creased at the mention of his pseudonym. Truth be told, he didn't want to use a fake name. He wanted the recognition and he wanted people-- editors, magazines, everyone-- to be knocking on his door offering him opportunities on a silver platter.

“Yeah, about that…” he started, speaking as he internally debated with himself. “I mean, I know we talked about this and everything but… Blaine, you weren't there; you didn't hear what Nightbird had to say and this interview… it was more than I could've ever wanted.” Sebastian recalled how Nightbird had come out as gay on the record. He tried to lean in as close as he could to his boyfriend and lowered his voice, “Blaine, Nightbird is the Gay Avenger. He told me he's gay..! I publish that story and I become like, the liaison for an LGBT advocate.”

Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about the endless possibilities. He saw himself walking down the carpet at the GLAAD awards for his article… going on Ellen to share Nightbird's story to middle-aged people everywhere. Sebastian saw himself with the recognition he had always craved in his career.

“I almost died tonight because of this stupid seizure so I'm not playing it safe. I'm not going to use a pseudonym.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s face mirrored Sebastian’s when the other began speaking about possibly not using a pseudonym, his brow furrowing. He listened as the other continued to go on about Nightbird, not really reacting much because he was too focused on his complete disregard for his safety. When Sebastian mentioned almost dying, Blaine raised his eyebrows and nodded his head quickly. “Yeah, you almost died; that’s all the more reason why you need to be careful, Sebastian.” He shook his head, feeling his blood pressure rising along with his exhaustion. “It’s not like using a pseudonym makes you invisible from the credit-- the important people will know who you are. It’s not like there will be some stand-in for you-- it’s just a name.” He explained, staying as calm as he could for the time being.

“Babe, I know you really want all of the glory from this huge story that you have-- it’s so huge. There’s no way you’re taking it back to your job-- people will be begging you for this story once they know you have it. I just think because of that reason is why you should absolutely not publish it under your real name. It could be really dangerous-- there are really dangerous people out there in the world, especially the super world, that will want to know how you got such an in with Nightbird. They’ll assume you know how to get to him and they’ll take advantage of that.”

Sebastian Smythe:

It only niggled at Sebastian’s brain a little when he revealed that Nightbird was gay and Blaine showed no interest. Obviously his boyfriend was only concerned about his well-being at the moment and nothing else mattered. Not Nightbird, not this story-- only him. Sebastian wasn’t quite so like-minded.

“Yeah, exactly! People will be begging for me-- by name-- because they know I’ll have the scoop. What if Nightbird agrees to a second interview? What if I find out another extra juicy secret like his twin brother is an evil mastermind from Croatia? Who knows what I’ll unveil next and how many people will be wanting me to get the story.” Sebastian tried to argue his point. “Besides, dozens of people put themselves into danger every day… If some asshole villain has beef with me, I’m sure Nightbird will come to the rescue, anyway. Or maybe even the Flash.” He chuckled a little to himself then, thinking about how if he ever ran into trouble he could just get out of it with his abilities.

Sebastian thought about how else he could persuade Blaine into seeing things his way. “If I get my name out there and start getting recognition and making serious money, you won’t have to spread yourself so thin with work and school; you can focus completely on getting your teaching degree and maybe even start going back to auditions for Broadway stuff again. Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine looked down as Sebastian spoke, trying to listen but it was hard, there was a wall going up in his mind that didn’t care at all what his reasoning was or what kind of story it was-- Sebastian’s safety was the most important thing and had he known Sebastian would go back on his word he would’ve never agreed to the interview. “Seb...” he said, shaking his head. His heart beating a little harder as he grew rather upset.

“Yeah, babe, all of that would be amazing but it can literally all still happen. None of that isn’t possible. It’s literally only a pseudonym. This is ridiculous, Sebastian. I really can’t believe you’re going back on what we talked about already-- you know how I feel about this.” He began to tear up out of frustration, his fuse shorter due to how tired he was. Letting go of the taller’s hand, he stood up, shaking his head. “Do you not care about literally everything I just said? Your career and our lives will not be affected by a pseudonym. It’s just a name.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian frowned as Blaine stood up, hearing the frustration in his voice. He understood what he was being told; he just didn't agree. “Of course I care about all of that, I just--” he sighed again, not wanting to push his opinion further since it was clearly making Blaine upset. “I feel like you're just being overly cautious about this because I just had a seizure less than an hour ago.”

He figured he would try just once more to convince Blaine, wanting to reassure him and quell his worries. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me; there have been other articles written about superheroes and nothing's happened to any of those people.” He wasn't sure if that statement was fact but maybe just saying it would help. Sebastian sat up a bit straighter in his hospital bed, trying to reach out for Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Sebastian as if he was crazy. “Are you serious?” He asked, shaking his head. He knew that last statement was completely not true but he didn’t have specifics to back him up without blowing his cover. “I’m not being overly cautious because you just had a seizure, we had this conversation before all of this. Before you even met with Nightbird. There is no need at all for you to put yourself, me, and our future family in danger because you want to be greedy with your name.” He crossed his arms, letting out a huff, the tears getting a little heavier in his eyes.

“I can’t believe how stubborn you’re being about this. I can’t believe that you having your legal name on this is worth putting yourself-- both of us-- at risk. And you can’t just say nothing bad is going to happen to you when you have no idea. Did you know tonight was going to happen?” Blaine asked, more upset than the moment before. “No, no you didn’t. You have no way of knowing what is going to happen or what other people are thinking. These are super beings, Sebastian. It’s not something to play around with. Our lives are not something to play around with and if that’s not important to you then I don’t really know what more to say.” By the time he was finished he was more visibly upset than when the conversation began, his hands shaking out of frustration, the tears still threatening to fall-- one even escaping down his cheek.  

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian's frown deepened as they continued to argue; this was clearly something they weren't going to agree on despite what facts were out there. But Sebastian had to agree about one thing: he cared deeply for Blaine and his safety. He throw his entire career away before he let anything happen to Blaine. What was frustrating was that Sebastian couldn't tell him there was nothing to worry about because he himself was a super-powered being-- a metahuman that had a semi-decent alliance with Nightbird.

Seeing Blaine cry pulled at the heartstrings he usually denied existed. Tonight was an unmitigated disaster and making Blaine worry because of his seizure was one thing-- making him cry because of a stupid argument was another. “Fuck, Blaine… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset, I--” Sebastian let out another sigh, rubbing the side of his head. “I mean, the recognition and credit would be amazing but… I don't want someone come after you just because they know I've done an interview with Nightbird.”

He reached over the bars of his hospital bed, reaching out further for Blaine and one of his crossed arms. “I'm sorry.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine sighed heavily, shaking his head again at Sebastian’s statement. He himself was frustrated that he couldn’t explain that while he may be a super being himself, he couldn’t protect Sebastian from everything. He would die trying, of course, but he couldn’t have eyes on him at all times to make sure he was safe. Not to mention that was creepy and he wasn’t that kind of significant other. He was also frustrated that the point of his argument was seemingly falling on deaf ears even still. “Why does it matter so much that the name Sebastian Smythe is on this article. Any other name you come up with will mean just as much it won’t be any less you.” He frowned, his forehead wrinkled as he looked at the other sadly. His voice was softer in that moment, tired.

He looked down at Sebastian’s hand as it rested on his crossed arm before he shrugged one of his shoulders gently. “It’s not just about me...it’s mostly about you. Why can’t you understand that?” Blaine lifted his eyes to Sebastian, his face fallen. “Why can’t you understand that this is all a lot?” He motioned vaguely at where they were, implying their current situation. “I’m terrified, Sebastian.” With a crack in his voice, the shorter sniffled. “You could have died today. You didn’t-” He almost let it slip that he’d watched him seize for so long, that he was the one there when it began. “Your career and dreams are so important to me and I am so incredibly proud of you and what you’ve got here and I know that it is going to be amazing. I don’t doubt that at all. I just...really need you to be smart about this.” He said, taking a beat and then placing his hand on his head, closing his eyes. A sharp pain flitted across his forehead, running down into his eyes.

Sebastian Smythe:

“Hey, hey…” Sebastian coaxed, trying to pull Blaine closer to him. Even if he felt the exact same right now as he did the last time he had a seizure, he wasn't there to know what was actually happening. He remembered stories of how he had to be resuscitated multiple times after being struck by lightning and Blaine just had to stand on the sidelines, watching and feeling helpless.

“Okay. I'll be smart and I won't publish it under my name--  not my real one, anyways,” he told Blaine. “You're the most important thing to me and you're right that I should be more careful; maybe if I'd been more careful tonight this wouldn't have happened. I mean, I could do better to get an extra hour or two of sleep every night and maybe I need Dr. Snow to increase my medicine dosage.

“I won't use my real name, okay?” He looked to Blaine then, Hoping that by agreeing and coming to this decision together, he would finally calm down.

Blaine Anderson:  

Blaine looked at Sebastian, his face in a slight pout as he let Sebastian pull him closer. He went as far as actually sitting on the bed next to his boyfriend as he looked down, taking his hand again. He gave a slight nod when Sebastian finally agreed against using his real name to publish the article. “Okay,” he whispered. He felt defeated somehow even though his side of the argument came out on top.

The day-- and past weeks-- had really taken its toll on the young man’s small body and he was close to pure exhaustion and in that moment he felt rather sad. He felt tired and scared. His forehead wrinkled a little more as he kept his gaze down, fiddling with Sebastian’s hand. “I’m really sorry, I just….you’re really important to me and you’re really all that I have in this world and I don’t want to lose you.” His voice was heavy with tears and a few more escaped from his eyes, rushing down his cheeks, the weight of the day weighing heavily on him.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian nodded when Blaine expressed his feelings to him. He had underestimated how much stress Blaine really was under and it made him feel like a bad boyfriend. He needed to be better and that included taking better care of himself as to not make Blaine worry. “I know, B. You won't lose me, okay? I'm not going anywhere and remember, you slipped through my fingers once before so now you're stuck with me for life,” Sebastian gave a little chuckle after his mini pep talk, hooking a finger under the smaller man's chin and gently pulling up to meet him eye to eye. “I promise, okay? I'll do my best not to do anything stupid-- not even for a Pulitzer prize.”

Sebastian brought Blaine into a tight hug, wanting him to know that even though he was stuck in this ER bed, Blaine could always count on him. “After this stupid hour of observation is up, you and I are going to go home and get a real good night's rest. I'll be honest and tell you I have a killer headache so I'll actually stay home from work and take it easy… so I don't want you to worry about me so much. That means you actually have to sleep, too.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine didn’t resist when Sebastian lifted his chin so their eyes could meet. He held his boyfriend’s gentle gaze for a moment, giving a weak half smile when Sebastian chuckled and promised he was stuck with the taller forever. “Good, I want to be, you know.” He said softly before leaning down into the hug, careful not to tangle himself in and of the wires attached to the other.

Letting his eyes fall closed, Blaine could still feel the tears built up in his eyes, the pressure in his sinuses. He wanted to cry, he wanted to cry hard, but he would save it for later when Sebastian wasn’t around. He didn’t want to make him feel guilty. “I’m always going to worry about you, Sebastian.” Blaine said, scooting up in the bed so he was a little taller than Sebastian. Slipping his arm under the taller so he could pull him in close, giving Sebastian the chance to rest his head on Blaine’s chest. “C’mere,” He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the other’s forehead. “You are… my whole world, you know.”

Sebastian Smythe:

“You're going to give yourself premature wrinkles if you keep worrying so much,” Sebastian replied in a teasing manner. “By the time you decide you wanna have a kid, you'll already look like a grandpa.”

When Blaine maneuvered them on the bed so Sebastian could nestle his head against his boyfriend's chest, Sebastian breathed a slow and even breath. The way his body rejoiced as he finally let himself relax told Sebastian he needed to calm down significantly to stay healthy. All the adrenaline he had going through him dissipated and he smiled gently at Blaine's soothing words. “You're my world, too, Blaine.” He carefully reached a hand up to cup the side of the other's face, opening his mouth to speak as he closed his eyes. “I'm sorry I made you cry; I didn't mean to.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine let his own eyes fall closed once again as they settled in the bed more comfortably, it felt good to have Sebastian in his arms. Even though he still felt scared, he felt a little more relaxed with their bodies so close together. It was like Sebastian’s energy radiated safety and it was something Blaine craved in those moments. It felt like home, Sebastian felt like home.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, turning his head to kiss the palm of Sebastian’s hand. “I’m okay,” he lied as to ease the other’s mind. “We’re both just really stubborn and passionate. Disagreements are bound to happen,” he said, gently running his hand up and down Sebastian’s back.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian knew that the minute he was feeling better, he had to pay close attention to Blaine. The man already spread himself too thin between school and work, and having to worry about this wasn't helping either. “Good,” he replied, even if he didn't fully believe it. “I'm okay too, so I need you to be okay.”

They stayed like that in the bed until the doctors seemed it alright for Sebastian to go home. Fortunately there weren't any problems in getting Sebastian home (with the exception of some sleep-inducing yawns from both of them on the way). Once they were back in their apartment, Sebastian let his boyfriend lead him towards the bedroom. Like Blaine said, he could get to his camera and the recorded interview when the time came tomorrow after he was feeling better.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was grateful that the hour seemed to go by fast enough and Sebastian was released from the hospital. He made sure to grab Sebastian’s bag for him, trying to delay the realization that his camera was broken. He kept a close eye on Sebastian the whole way home, watching him for any signs of abnormalities in his actions or personality; thankfully there were none and he seemed perfectly fine.

Once they were home, Blaine carefully discarded their things on the kitchen counter when they returned home and led Sebastian straight to their bedroom. He fussed over Sebastian like a hovering parent, undressing him and getting him into bed. He excused himself for a moment to wash his face in the bathroom, letting himself cry a little so he could relax a bit once he was in bed. Maybe he’d shower later to cry some more, but he wasn’t going to cry in front of Sebastian tonight. After a couple of deep breaths, Blaine made his way back into the bedroom. He smiled to himself a little at the sight of Sebastian in the bed, climbing up into the bed next to him and cuddling close to him. “Mmm,” he sighed in mild contentment. “I’m really glad you’re okay.” Blaine whispered, pressing his lips against Sebastian’s gently for a sweet kiss. “I love you, Sebastian.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian didn't protest to Blaine's hovering actions, aware that he was reasonably worried and having him hover was better than him having crying again. Besides, it was kind of nice to have Blaine pay such close attention to him. In the morning, Sebastian would make everything up to him and cook him a delicious breakfast and make sure to spend the day with him not worrying about work or Nightbird or anything else.

When the day was finally coming to a close and the two were together in their own home, in their own bed, Sebastian felt the most at ease than he'd ever felt in his entire life. “Of course I'm okay; nothing is gonna happen to me,” Sebastian replied as he moved in for another lazy kiss in the muted dark. “I love you, Blaine.”

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The One With the Savior || Seblaine

Date: May 3rd, 2017

Location: Seblaine’s Apartment & Downtown Manhattan

Who: Sebastian Smythe & Blaine Anderson

Notes: On Seblaine’s day off from work, duty calls for Nightbird. The Flash volunteers his help once again much to Nightbird’s chagrin.

Warnings: None.

sav·ior /ˈsāvyər/ noun

a person who saves someone or something (especially a country or cause) from danger, and who is regarded with the veneration of a religious figure. synonyms: rescuer, liberator, deliverer, emancipator; champion, knight in shining armor, friend in need, Good Samaritan; salvation

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine had been thankful that considering how up and down his personal life had been that his alter ego’s life had been pretty quiet. He’d of course been out every night to make sure everything was okay, only having to deal with small, petty crimes here and there. For the most part the city had been quiet and he was free to enjoy his routine with his boyfriend that he’d happily settled into. He’d go to school, work, and come home and spend as much time with Sebastian as possible before he made his rounds as Nightbird-- he was content and he was happy.

Of course, as always, all good things must come to an end and on one of his work-free nights that he had planned to spend with Sebastian was interrupted by a series of urgent texts from Sam. Nightbird’s nemesis had broken free and was gallivanting around the city terrorizing people. He did his best to give Sebastian a reasonable story as to why he had to cut their night short, promising to make it up to him as soon as he could and as quick as possible, he made his way to the roof to change and flew off into the twilight sky, the location that Sam had given him in mind.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian had settled comfortably into his life with Blaine. Despite a few hiccups with his abilities and puzzling symptoms, everything else was as normal as could be. He and Blaine were living together and after Sebastian had opened up a few weeks ago, he felt closer to the other than ever before. It felt like the only thing he was really only hiding from Blaine was the fact that he was a speedster and that was a secret he would take to his grave if he could help it. He went out infrequently now that he had to keep his physical condition under a scrutinizing and careful observation; he remembered that the medicine that kept his seizures under control only worked well when he didn’t overexert himself or his powers. Which, all in all, was all perfectly fine because the Flash was no superhero and he left Nightbird to take care of the scum of the city.

On a night both he and Blaine had free and made plans to spend together, the latter suddenly told him that he needed to be somewhere. Although disappointed, Sebastian understood that Blaine led a very active and busy lifestyle; he was juggling both work and school and both were pushing him in the direction to get places. Now left alone, Sebastian decided on watching some TV while eating the rest of the leftovers in the house without Blaine there to witness him and his voracious appetite. Halfway through a rerun of The Big Bang Theory, the show was interrupted by a breaking news story. Sebastian straightened up in his seat and paid attention as the words Doctor Light Escapes from Jail, Police Chase in Manhattan were displayed in bold letters at the bottom of the screen. He chuckled then, finding it amusing that anyone thought a regular jail would be enough to hold a metahuman captive.

Blaine Anderson:

As Nightbird kept a vigilant eye on the surrounding areas of the address he was supposed to be finding Doctor Light at, he made a mental note to politely suggest they keep the powerful villain somewhere other than just a regular prison cell once they catch her again. He didn’t think he’d really have to suggest that and yet there they were. He supposed normal people really didn’t have knowledge about super-beings and it wasn’t too surprising that they didn’t know how to capture them-- he should’ve known.

He went over possible scenarios of how to take care of the situation as his eyes landed on a street that was being illuminated in what could only be Light’s abilities. Rolling his eyes to himself he flew in the direction of the lights and landed on a building’s ledge just above what was happening-- he didn’t understand what this woman had to gain from terrorizing the city. What she gained from throwing a wrench in people’s plans. Through squinted eyes, he watched for a brief moment as the NYPD stood against her, shielding themselves from her light while firing their guns blindly, chuckling to himself. He appreciated the help when it came to the super-beings of the city but they stood no chance against her. Nightbird quickly cased the street-- he needed to get her someplace dark so he could have the upper hand -- and unfortunately for him there seemed to be no spot easily reachable for his plan. Lucky for him, however, he had his special mask just for situations like this when he’d have to fight against her. With a grin on his face, his lifted from his perching stance and reached for the mask on his belt only to realize it was gone. He pat all around on his belt and under his cape, turning to look on the rooftop behind him-- it must not have been securely attached on the flight over. Perfect.

Huffing out a heavy breath of hot air, Nightbird quickly changed plans and flew down to the scene. He would have to deal with her the old-fashioned way.

When he landed, he could hear the murmurs of relief coming from the first responders as they began to fall back behind him.

“Well, well, took you long enough to show up.” He could hear the grin in her tone. “Getting older, Birdie? Getting a little slower?” She chuckled darkly, coming out of the shadows shaking her head.

“Don’t you get tired of me chasing you and losing every time you fight me?” His tone was cocky as he crossed his arms over his chest, keeping a careful eye on her. He noted that she looked a little more tired than usual-- seemingly ragged. Prison must not have sat well with her.

The woman tilted her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Now, now,” She wagged her finger. “I seem to remember not losing to you, last time, Birdie. The Flash was the one who caught me and…” She looked around before shrugging. “Oh, would you look at that-- he’s nowhere to be seen.” Light chuckled once more, shaking her head and taking a step closer. “No, no, Nightbird-- I don’t lose to you. I didn’t come here to lose to you. I came here to finish you once and for all.” Her voice shook with growing rage as she got closer to him.

He assessed her demeanor, his brow furrowing slightly at the way she seemed less amused by their run-in and angrier to see him. It threw him off ever so slightly, and clearly it was visibly so because it made her stop and laugh. “Oh? Did I frighten the tiny little bird?”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian sat in the comfort of his living room, watching Nightbird appear on the scene from a bird eye’s view thanks to the local news helicopter hovering high above. The camera zoomed in on the hero and villain, and a notable detail had Sebastian squinting his eyes to be sure he was seeing correctly. Nightbird was facing off against one of his biggest nemeses whose ability just happened to be one of his biggest weaknesses, and the guy wasn’t wearing his light-reflecting mask. “You’re going to get yourself killed, you idiot!” Sebastian said out loud as he motioned towards the TV. The news was unable to pick up on the ongoing conversation but it was clear Doctor Light was especially angry tonight.

The cameraman was able to capture the moment Light shot a blast from her gauntlet, causing Nightbird to shield himself with his cape. Maybe the superhero could hold his ground against the villain but Sebastian would rather not take that chance. Considering the last time Bird Boy went up against his arch-nemesis, he nearly lost-- at least from the Flash’s point of view-- the masked hero could use all the help he could get.

In an instant, Sebastian was out the door and changing into his signature red costume, speeding down the streets of Manhattan as just a red blur to the ordinary eye. He arrived on the scene, coming up behind Doctor Light and knocking her to the ground before taking his place next to Nightbird. “Hey, Birdie, sorry I’m late; you looked like you needed help. Considering how I was the one who caught her last time, I figured I should stop by before you get yourself hurt.”

Doctor Light struggled to her feet, shooting another beam of light towards the two superheroes. “Get lost, Flash! This is between me and Nightbird!”

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird felt a bit less confident than usual going up against Light without his handy mask, and her attitude towards him made him a little worried but he knew that there was no time to become a coward-- people counted on him. Sebastian was counting on him to come home and finish their night in. He needed to handle the situation and handle it quickly. He was able to dodge Light’s beams effortlessly as usual with his reflecting cape, sending the beams bouncing off into the night, barely missing her.  He was thankful for her showing off her boring set of skills as it was giving him time to mentally prepare a plan to take her down.

However, his train of thought was rudely interrupted by an unwanted guest. Letting down his cape briefly catch a glimpse of the red speedster, Nightbird huffed. “What are you doing here? I don’t need your help.” He said, ducking behind his cape once again to reflect Light’s beam. “You’re going to get both of us killed.” He said through gritted teeth as he reached to the back of his belt to grab his trusty Birdarangs- they had proven effective that last time he’d taken her on without his mask and when the moment presented itself he tossed a couple of them out in her direction in hopes this would be the end all for this fight tonight. He wanted to prove his point to Red and get on home to his boyfriend. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a job to do and I would appreciate it if you didn’t get in the way.”

Nightbird lifted off the ground slightly, as his Birdarangs came back to him having missed their target. “Dammit,” He muttered, wrapping his cape around himself as he sent them back out.

Sebastian Smythe:

The Flash stayed out of harm’s way effortlessly; Doctor Light wasn’t very quick on her toes even if her attacks literally moved at the speed of light. Her movements were easy enough to predict that he could dodge them with just a few super steps in one direction or another. From a glance, he could immediately deduce that Nightbird was playing a strong defensive game against his foe and Sebastian would bet it had to do with the fact that he wasn’t wearing that fancy mask he wore the last time he faced up against Doctor Light.

Light’s focus seemed to be on taking down Nightbird and Sebastian truly wanted to help out the hero; though he himself was no hero like Nightbird, he didn’t ever want to see the guy seriously hurt, either. But Nightbird seemed insistent on doing things on his own and the last time he intervened, he sort of screwed things up for the guy. Their rivalry as super-powered beings was entertaining but the last thing he wanted to do was to get on the hero’s bad side to the point where he was labeled a supervillain. “Alright, alright, Birdie; whatever you say,” the Flash relented, throwing up his hands in defeat before running off to a nearby magazine stand and returning with an issue of Entertainment Weekly in tow. “I’ll be here, reading… Just holler if you need me,” he called out to the hero before pretending to read his magazine. He realized he was being silly and Nightbird was probably rolling his eyes but he was snarky without the mask-- of course he’d be snarky with it on as well. He kept his eyes peeled on the ongoing fight, ready to step in at Bird Boy’s command.

Doctor Light laughed as she continued her barrage of light beams at the caped crusader. “Your hubris will be your downfall, Nightbird!” With the hero insisting on this being a fair, one-on-one fight, Light could very well do slip some of her dirty-handed tricks to tip the scales in her favor.

Blaine Anderson:

True to character, Nightbird rolled his eyes at the speedster’s sass as he glanced towards him sitting there with the magazine. “Have you always had this incessant need for snark?” He asked as he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. “Now, Stop distracting me I-Ah!” Before Nightbird could finish his sentence, he turned right into the bright, flashing glare of one of Light’s beams coming straight for him. He wasn’t fast enough and instead of blocking the beam with his cape he found himself landing on the cold ground with a heavy thud right on his hip.  

It took him a moment to realize what had happened and he tried to get up as quickly as possible but when he tried to move he felt a sharp pain shoot from hip down to his ankle and up his side simultaneously, making it hard for him to move in that moment. Worse than that, however, the pain his hip was overpowered by the throbbing behind his eyelids. “Crap,” He cursed, pushing through the pain of his hip to scoot back a little and get his cape wrapped around himself. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes as his mind raced with what his next move should be-- he didn’t have much time as Light would be taking advantage of him being down for the count in those moments. The ache behind his eyes was increasing with every moment but he couldn’t sit still any longer-- even if he’d only been down for seconds it was entirely too long.

Quickly he moved to stand up and then he did, he realized that even though he’d opened his eyes-- he couldn’t see. Her beam of light had been so fierce that it had blinded him, all he could do was vaguely make out the dim glow of the lights around them. He panicked in that moment- unsure of what to do. Quickly wrapping himself in his cape as it was his best chance at not being killed in that moment he reached into his pocket for his bird-phone to contact Santana and Sam to warn them but he couldn’t manage without his sight. He was a dead man.

Sebastian Smythe:

With Nightbird complaining at him, Sebastian hadn't seen Doctor Light's attack until it was too late. Just as soon as he jumped into action, the caped hero was stumbling on the ground. Quickly assuming the role of superhero, Sebastian ran straight at Doctor Light. It was a no-brainer that with her gauntlets, her weakness was hand-to-hand combat. If he brought the fight to her, there was no way she could catch him off-guard. He threw a look over his shoulder towards Nightbird, who had wrapped himself up in his large cape. “Big Bird! You okay in there?!” he hollered back as he parried a punch from Light.

Having speed on his side was beneficial in this fight especially; while light may have arguably been faster than him, it didn't mean Doctor Light moved that fast herself. With his superhuman speed he was able to unfasten the gauntlets from her hands, throwing them well away from reach. Now unarmed, the Flash was free to punch her lights out-- pun intended-- and let the police handle the rest.

Flash rushed over to the tightly-wrapped cape over Nightbird's crouched-over form. He knelt down and placed a hand on his back. “Nightbird, are you okay?” He’d never seen the hero like this; in almost all his fights against villains it seemed like Nightbird had the upper hand. He'd never seen him so defenseless.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was focused on the searing pain in his eyes as he wrapped his cape tighter around himself, a groan of pain escaping through his gritted teeth. “I’m fine!” He hollered back towards the speedster, not wanting it to be any more obvious that he was weakened in that moment. He could hear a brief moment of commotion before it ended and people were cheering around them. He flinched when he felt a hand on his back but relaxed a little when it was only The Flash. With a heavy sigh of defeat, Nightbird knew exactly what had happened-- Red took his thunder and saved him right in front of the entire watching city. He’d have to retire immediately. He would now be the laughing stock of all of the metahumans and mutants. All of the villains in the world would see him and just pity him rather than challenge him, his career as everyone’s hero was over because now he was the one who needed saving. And, oh, Sebastian. He would definitely be making fun of Nightbird later and he wouldn’t even be able to defend himself. He felt like flying away and hiding out for forty years.

When Nightbird was done with his frantic dramatics, he finally felt mildly grateful that he could relax and not worry about being killed right in front of everyone - including his boyfriend whom was no doubt watching at home. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” He said taking a deep breath, letting his guard down only a little. “I just can’t see-- she blinded me.” Nightbird admitted, shaking his head. “I’m such an idiot.” The last statement was mostly for himself, scolding himself for thinking he could take her on without his mask. His eyes had gotten older and she’d gotten stronger- he had no chance against her. “I need to get out of here...I can’t linger-- the crowd is safe so they’ll come closer. I can’t talk to anyone like this.” Nightbird said, quickly flicking his cape from around him so he could jump up into flight but he hit the wall and fell to his feet again- much like an injured bird.

Sebastian Smythe:

Watching and listening intently, Sebastian was aware that Nightbird was more injured than he was letting on. When the man behind the cape mentioned the nearing crowed, Sebastian looked around and sure enough people were starting to approach the two-- including reporters who wanted an interview. He watched with a curious and amused expression on his face as Nightbird attempted to stumble away, failing miserably. “Alright, Big Bird, stop flapping around and let me help you out of this joint.” He made sure to grab onto Nightbird tightly before speeding off someplace safe. Luckily with his powers, there was no way anyone could track them; Nightbird could recover without risking his identity. As much as Sebastian thought it'd be the story of the century to have the hero's identity exposed, it wasn't safe for him if the public knew who he really was. That didn't mean that Sebastian couldn't know, though.

He took them up to a rooftop, away from prying eyes. There, they had their privacy and maybe Sebastian could actually butter the guy up into giving away his true identity. “Has this ever happened to you before? Not being able to see?” he asked Nightbird, scratching his head. He was almost contemplating taking him over to Professor Garrick's because he might have a better idea of what to do. “Maybe you should take off the mask; it’s probably cutting circulation off to that fat head of yours and that’s why you can’t see.” Okay, so that most likely wasn't true and was just Sebastian's lame attempt to get the guy to give up his identity but could you blame a guy for trying?

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird wanted to protest when he was being picked up by the speedster but he was being carried off so fast and he was in too much pain that he just let the other take him. Once they were settled on the nearby rooftop and the Flash placed him down, Nightbird took the opportunity to sit for a moment, rubbing his eyes gently. He had to admire the Flash’s cheeky attempt at persuading him out of his mask. “Subtle, Red,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “Yeah, no, this happened this badly once before-- that’s when my team made the special mask for me,” he explained as he took a breath, letting himself relax just a bit.

Admittedly it would feel better for him to take off his mask but he didn’t dare reveal his civilian identity to anyone-- much less the Flash as he was unsure of where they stood in the grand scheme of things. “I’ll be fine in a bit-- I heal pretty quickly. My eyes are just really sensitive. Hence the night part of Nightbird.” Nightbird blinked hard, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again, letting them flutter for a moment. He could still just barely make out the Flash’s outline and it made him sigh. It was bad this time-- his eyes were going to be really sensitive over the next few days. “I’ll be able to see well enough to fly out soon.” He didn’t sound too confident--the longer he sat there in the dark, the more he realized that his was the worst he’d ever been hit. He could hide his disability well enough for a few days but Sebastian couldn’t be fooled for much longer than that, he was sure. He’s have to come up with a believable story about why he’d been gone and what happened to his eyes. Letting out another heavy sigh, Nightbird leaned his head back against the brick ledge of the building he was sitting against. With his eyes falling closed, he brought his focus back to his current location and situation. He was sitting on a rooftop, vulnerable, with the Flash-- who had just saved his life.

As much as he hadn’t wanted the other’s help, he was thankful Red had showed up when he did. Had he been hit this hard and not been saved by the Flash, he wouldn’t have made it home to Sebastian at all. “Uh,” He cleared his throat, swallowing his pride a bit. “Thanks for, um, saving me back there. I really appreciate it.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian couldn’t help but to bask in the moment of having his favorite superhero of all-time actually thanking him. While he never intended to play the role of superhero since he really just wanted to have a good time with his powers, to actually get the guy out of a pickle and save the day felt rewarding and it was a story he’d definitely be telling to Garrick and Snow the second he got the chance.

“Yeah, I’m pretty awesome like that. No biggie,” he shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest. Sebastian really wanted to gloat some more but he didn’t want to piss the guy off-- not when he had him right he wanted him. “Y’know, this means you pretty much owe me one-- considering I saved your life and all…” Sebastian required a bit of finesse to manipulate the situation into his favor further. “If you really wanted to show your appreciation, you could do something for me for a change.”

While Sebastian knew Nightbird couldn’t currently see his expression, he was sure he could feel the look of complete self-gratification plastered across his face. “Not only did I save your life, but I just saved your identity from the press. Those reporters would’ve had a field day if they cornered you and ripped off that flimsy little mask of yours.”

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird wasn’t surprised in the least bit that the speedster was absolutely going to blackmail him into a favor- he was impressed by just how fast he was jumping at the chance. Shaking his head, laying one of his hands over his eyes as he chuckled once more; he couldn’t see, that was true, but he could hear the smug grin on his face. “God, I can feel you practically bouncing with the need to gloat.”

With a soft sigh, Nightbird’s lips curled up a little into a small smile. “Okay, what exactly are you wanting from me?” He asked, figuring he couldn’t exactly argue. He technically did owe Red for saving his life, he just was wary of whatever it might be that was dancing around in the taller’s head.

Sebastian Smythe:

Just like Nightbird had to be careful of his own identity, Sebastian had to watch his own as well. He couldn’t just come right out and say, “Give me an interview” and then show up as Sebastian Smythe; that was too much of a dead giveaway and even Bird Brain could connect the dots. This was an issue for Sebastian because through his powers and abilities he had Nightbird exactly where he wanted him but no idea how to get what he wanted without exposing himself.

“The world wants to know more about the famous Nightbird,” he started, unsure himself of where he was headed with this statement. “I get that you can’t risk your identity or your weaknesses because duh, Light and other baddies will use that against you but you’re this mysterious superhero that just showed up one day-- no warning. Don’t you want a cool superhero comic or blockbuster movie to be made about you one day when you’re old and retired?” He shrugged his shoulders then, unsure of how to come about the question without asking it. A thought came to mind and it made him chuckle, “I could play you in the movie version; I’m probably better-looking than you, anyway.”

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird rolled his eyes when the speedster suggested that he expose himself at least a little to the public. For what? So he could get praise? A comic book? A movie? While it was nice to be appreciated for all that he did-- that wasn’t why Nightbird threw on his cape almost every night. He did it because it was his duty to keep the city he loved safe from harm. He was given a gift and just like his mother- he didn’t want to let it go to waste when there were others who weren’t so fortunate that needed his help. When Red suggested that he was better looking than him, Nightbird let out a chuckle. “Oh? Are you?” He raised an eyebrow in the other’s general direction, still unable to see clearly. “If I weren’t blind right now I’d challenge you to prove it. But even if you took off your mask I couldn’t see.” He smiled a little, sighing softly as he took the other’s request into consideration.

Why would anyone care to know that underneath the suit and gadgets that he’s just Blaine Anderson? Well...other than the fact it would expose Nightbird being the Aurora’s son, therefore exposing his entire family and putting them all in grave danger. It wasn’t worth it to let the public know him- he didn’t need the public to know him. “Why would the public care to know anything about me anyway? Except to use it against me..” He shook his head, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes again as they ached. “What would I even tell them? Who would I tell?” Sebastian crossed his mind-- if he were to expose in any way to any one in the world it would be Sebastian. It would also help his career. “How do I let people know me without exposing myself and my family?” He asked aloud. “What do people want to know other than my real identity?”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian completely understood the hero’s worries. So far, Nightbird had done a pretty good job about keeping his identity a secret. Even Sebastian had no clues about the guy until he was gifted with powers of his own; at least now he knew what Nightbird sounded like. When posed with the question of what the people wanted to know, Sebastian tried approaching with honesty. As once just a fan of the hero instead of a rival of sorts, the Sebastian from a year ago would’ve absolutely died seeing an interview with the masked man himself.

“Your motives.” He said, voice calm and level, speaking with much less sass and much more certainty. “Right now you’re just this dude that swoops in at nighttime and saves the day. You’re like an enigma and there’s still people that doubt you exist even though you work, like, every single night.” He recalled their first meeting when he’d first asked Nightbird about his motives; the man’s seemingly selfless actions kind of irked Sebastian a bit. Maybe because Sebastian was very selfish himself or because he just wasn’t as good-natured as New York’s friendly neighborhood Nightbird. “Anyway, you do this whole song and dance without reason and it makes people skeptical.” It pisses me off.

Clicking his tongue, Sebastian shook his head and huffed out an annoyed breath of air. “I’m not saying you gotta go and reveal yourself all of a sudden but if you did some kind of interview with someone you trusted, it’d be really cool. It’s not like you have to go on a daytime talk show and open up about your feelings or have Maury tell you you’re the father of some kid you never knew you had-- I’m talking about a short, published interview.”

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird chuckled at the Maury reference as he shook his head. Taking a moment, he really took in the Flash’s words and considered them genuinely. He supposed some sort of small interview with someone he trusted wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He would have to figure out a way to choose Sebastian without blowing his cover. “My motives...” He said, sighing as he rubbed his eyes again. The pain was still predominant and his vision wasn’t anywhere close to coming back yet.

“So, people really want to know why I do this?” He asked, settling a little more against the wall. He does this because his mom taught him. She would tell him that they were given a gift that most aren’t fortunate enough to receive and they should use it to help others who can’t help themselves. But he couldn’t share that without giving up his or her identity. “I don’t know, I just felt like— others don’t have this gift and I should help those who can’t help themselves.” He shrugged. “It just felt like the right thing to do.” Biting on his lip, Nightbird shook his head once more. “It’s not much deeper than that. I just felt like I should.” He chuckled. “What else would they want to know? My favorite color? Favorite band?”He teases.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian knew that Nightbird had a story to tell. Hell, he himself had his own story to tell but the masses wanted to hear about the hero, not the guy that just showed up a few weeks ago. Nightbird was the super secret hero everyone adored, not him. Sebastian didn't want to be that guy because he just wasn't that guy.

“Yeah, yeah, right,” Sebastian waved his hand even though Nightbird couldn't see him, “You've told me before and even though I think that's freaking stupid…” He dropped his hands and let out a sigh. “Look, I don't get it but you give the people hope. Like, actual people and especially kids look up to you because you're this selfless hero or whatever.” I look up to you. He scratched the top of his head despite it being covered by his cowl-- mostly out of frustration. Suddenly, he had an idea. “Wait here.”

He zoomed away, leaving Nightbird by himself for just a few seconds before bolting back. He hit Nightbird over the head with a folded piece of paper. “Names. I happen to follow a few fanatics and fans of yours alike and when you get out of this Stevie Wonder phase, you can give it a look.” He dropped the list of names in Nightbird's lap. He sincerely hoped that his name would be picked out of the list; it was sort of a longshot but Sebastian couldn't think of any other way to get his name into Nightbird's hands.

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird listened as the speedster reminded him of how people thought about him- how they loved him and how he gave them hope. It was nice to hear. Doing a sometimes thankless job completely voluntary wore on him sometimes and it was nice to be reminded why he did this in the first place.

Hearing the whooshing of wind around them, Nightbird assumed that the Flash had gone elsewhere briefly and then he felt something in his lap. A list of names to choose from for this interview he was agreeing to. “Names.” He repeated, picking up the paper and tucking it away safely in his boot. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the Stevie Wonder joke, thinking the man was clever. “Okay, I promise I’ll look the list over when I can see.” He agreed before sighing in frustration and rubbing at his eyes, his vision only improving ever so slightly. “Thanks again for having my back tonight, I do appreciate it a lot.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian was glad that at the moment, the hero was blind. He blushed bright red when Nightbird thanked him that he was almost certain his face would disappear behind his red cowl. “Y-yeah, don't even mention it,” Sebastian cleared his throat. “I mean, someone's gotta save your ass and it might as well be me since I'm better than you.” He'd gone right back to smartass self again. No way was Sebastian about to reveal that he actually had a lot of respect for his rival and that being thanked for essentially saving his life was really freaking cool.

“Don't forget your nerdy goggles next time, Birdy.” Sebastian told him, “I'll be on the lookout for your big exposé!” With that, Sebastian dashed off and left the hero by himself. He was sure the guy would figure out a way to get himself back home to his giant bird nest.

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird chuckled when the other reminded him to bring his mask the next time and he nodded his head. “Yeah, I definitely won’t.” He smiled as he let his head rest against the brick wall behind him. Hearing the wind rush by again, he figured the speedster had left him alone on the rooftop. “Red?” He asked just to be sure before letting out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. Maybe the Flash wasn’t such a bad guy after all; he did save Nightbird’s life and even made him feel comfortable enough to recoup for a bit together. There was clearly an unspoken trust Nightbird had in him that he hadn’t quite realized himself.

Biting on his bottom lip, he attempted to wipe the grin from his face as he made a call to Santana and Sam. “Guys? I know, I know, I’m fine. Just..I didn’t have my mask and I can’t see to get home-- can you help?”

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The One With Salvation || Seblaine

Date: February 14th, 2017

Locations: Manhattan, New York -  Metropolitan Museum of Art & Sebastian’s Apartment

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Valentine’s Day arrives and Nightbird encounters a new foe before his big date with Kurt. When that spins out of control, secrets are revealed and Blaine finds comfort in a familiar friend.

sal·va·tion /salˈvāSH(ə)n/ noun preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss. “My touch is his temptation, his kiss is my salvation. I’m sweet, he’s wild, we're dangerous.”

Sebastian Smythe:

It didn’t take much longer after Sebastian awoke from his coma for him to get released from the hospital. There was nothing physically wrong with him and he passed any and all outpatient exams and tests with flying colors. His job was more than understanding about what had happened and agreed to let him come back whenever he was ready. Sebastian figured having been asleep for the past three weeks had had his bosses scrambling to find someone to fill his empty seat. “Don’t worry,” they told him when he’d called to inform them he was now awake. The fact that his bosses were a little too unconcerned about when he would return worried Sebastian into thinking he might not have a job to return to.

Not even a few days had passed and Sebastian found that something had changed while he was in his coma. At first the changes shocked him and he wasn’t sure what to do. He almost wanted to tell Blaine but part of him was ashamed and afraid Blaine might get scared too and run away. Instead, Sebastian closed himself off and made up excuses for his family and his friends. He quit his job as a journalist and did things to cope with his changes. For one, he was incredibly fast. Too fast to be humanly possible. Another was that he was constantly hungry; if he didn’t get sugar in him around the clock then he would feel light-headed. No matter how much he ate, however, he never gained any weight. In fact, the opposite happened and for some crazy reason he lost next to all of his body fat and gained toned muscle without ever breaking a sweat.

On days that he managed to actually keep his newfound abilities under control, he would attempt reaching out to Blaine. He would use his speed to sneak around and get things to win him over-- he surprised the boy with a vase of flowers sitting on his front step while he knew Kurt was out for the night.The morning of Valentine’s Day Blaine had told him about a sudden audition he was rushing over to and Sebastian surprised him by beating him to the audition location to give him a pep talk in person, coupled with a single red rose for luck.

“I just happened to be in the area so I rushed over when you told me where you were going,” his reason may have been suspicious but Sebastian didn’t give his friend any hints of what he’d become. “Happy Valentine’s Day, killer.”

Blaine Anderson:

It had been a little bit since Sebastian and Blaine had parted ways at the hospital and it seemed Sebastian and Blaine both had been too busy to keep up their weekly dinners. Blaine was so busy trying to make up for all of the time lost with Nightbird, trying his best to win over the city again. Thankfully they had welcomed him back with open arms and they forgave him fast even though he still had yet to catch Doctor Light. It was frustrating that such a stupid super power kept him from getting him and putting him away.

Meanwhile in his other life he was still dealing with his marital problems and the fact that the callback he’d was a dead end. He was afraid to tell Kurt that he didn’t get it, not wanting to hear the ‘I told you so’ he had building up. He missed having Sebastian so often to take his mind off of everything, but the surprises he would send or leave for him made up for their lack of seeing each other. The texts here and there made him feel better too. He felt lucky to have at least one thing and person in his life that brought a smile to his face even if it was only once in awhile lately. He figured part of Sebastian’s reasoning was also because Blaine had planned to spend Valentine’s Day with Kurt, giving him one last chance.

When February fourteenth finally arrived it started out okay, he and Kurt woke up together for the first time in a really long time and they attempted to have a nice morning together, both forcing small talk about their upcoming date that evening. It felt uncomfortable but not unbearable so he didn’t know what to expect for the night ahead. He decided he would give them and their relationship an actual shot on that day and he would stick with it until the day was over, unfortunately for him it didn’t seem that Kurt had the same mind frame because before lunch time Kurt had gotten a call from someone and he just had  to go out. He left with the promise of meeting Blaine at their date that night and an air kiss that was only barely in Blaine’s direction.

With a heavy sigh of disappointment, Blaine collapsed on the couch for a bit. Around noon, his phone rang with a text message from one of his friends that he’d met at all of the auditions he’d gone to, telling him that there was a last minute call for singers for an off-broadway show. It cheered him up a little bit, after not getting another callback from his last one he had kind of fallen out of the routine of auditioning for multiple things every week, so this was a little silver lining in his day. The first thing he did was text Sebastian about it, knowing he could get positive reinforcement from him. Blaine hurried to get ready and he rushed across town to make it on time to the audition.

A wide grin pulled at his lips and his whole face lit up when he saw that Sebastian had beat him to the audition location, surprising him. ��Well, hey stranger.” He said as he approached the taller, gently taking the rose from the other. A blush painted his cheeks red at the nickname rolling off of Sebastian’s tongue. He cast his gaze down with a bashful smile. “Seb,” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to do this.” Blaine looked up at the taller, sighing happily. “Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome.” He pulled Sebastian into a tight hug.

Blaine felt so incredibly lucky to have Sebastian in his life again, after spending so many days and nights with someone who made him feel two inches tall, it was nice to be around someone who makes him feel special. “H-how did you get here so fast?” He asked whenever he pulled back from the hug, a little flabbergasted that the taller had made it there before him. “Ugh, I don’t care, I’m just so happy to see you. I’ve missed you.” He leaned up to press a kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. “Today has not started out so great and I’m very nervous for this audition so you are definitely a sight for sore eyes.” The shorter smiled sweetly at his friend before bringing the rose up to his nose, smelling it. “You here to try and talk me out of my date tonight?” He smirks slightly, raising his eyebrow.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian was glad that his friend hadn’t probed him too much in regards to how he arrived so quickly, considering it had only been minutes since he’d found out. “Oh, y’know, I just happened to be in the area and it’s Valentine’s so everyone’s selling roses. I just picked one up and rushed over.” Of course it was only half of a lie; in actuality he was at home doing nothing but he really did rush over at top speed. After much practice, Sebastian had gotten his powers under control and he was ready to swoop Blaine off of his feet at the drop of a hat. He smiled bright and wide when Blaine kissed his cheek and chuckled at his comment-- Blaine really did know him the best. “I won’t talk you out of anything but I will let you know that my schedule for today just so happens to be completely empty. So you could, for instance, happen to drop by my place for a romantic dinner or something to that effect.”

Things between Blaine and Kurt were still strained and Sebastian knew it. He was currently playing the long game, continuing to show his everlasting support for Blaine and promising to always be there for him. He was going to be the man that would pick Blaine up and piece him back together after Kurt inevitably broke his heart. The way Blaine spoke of his husband, it seemed already that his heart was breaking apart little by little. Sebastian disliked Kurt so much so that he wasn’t ashamed of practically stealing Blaine away from him.

“Just know that I’m here for you, okay? Always,” he promised. “With roses, a pick-me-up dinner whenever you need it, or if you just need a kiss for good luck on your next big audition.” With that, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his best friend’s lips. He pulled back with a smirky grin, aware that while there were butterflies fluttering in his tummy, he too was doing the exact same to Blaine.

They stood and smiled at each other for a moment before Sebastian announced that he was going to leave. “Anyway, you have your audition to get to and I really just wanted to stop by and wish you luck. I’m just a text or call away if you need me, so don’t hesitate. I’ll come a-runnin’.” He gave Blaine one last hug before saying goodbye, shooting his friend a wink before he walked off.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s breath was taken away briefly by the way Sebastian kissed him. Butterflies began swirling around inside of him and the world stopped around them for the moment as he tilted his head up and kissed him back softly, placing his hand on Sebastian’s chest and gripping his shirt gently. A slight chuckle left his lips whenever they parted and he bit his lip, looking down to hide his bashful grin. “You are such trouble.” He let go of the taller’s shirt, patting his chest to smooth it out as he smiled at the other fondly. “I will call you tonight, okay?” He promised his best friend when he announced his departure, knowing that regardless of how the night went, he would need to talk to him afterwards. He watched Sebastian walk off before checking the time and taking a deep breath. Seeing his best friend was exactly what he needed to pick him up before his audition.

He left the audition that day feeling very confident in how it went, he felt good about how he did and he felt that he had Sebastian to thank for that. On his walk home his mind wandered away from Sebastian and more towards Kurt and their upcoming Valentine’s date. He was not looking forward to it really, he was forcing himself to go out of guilt. He felt guilty that he’d given up on their relationship and that he’d kissed Sebastian so many times, even if he and Kurt weren’t exactly compatible, he didn’t deserve to be cheated on. His thoughts were interrupted when he got a text from Kurt, telling him that they needed to push their date back half an hour. The words pulled Blaine’s mood down slightly and he sighed a little frustratedly, sending Kurt a message back, agreeing to the time change. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal.” Blaine gave himself a small pep talk before deciding he wasn’t going to go home first- the thought of going to Sebastian’s for a bit crossed his mind for a split second but he thought that might not be the best idea. After a few moments of walking, he decided to just get coffee and that’s when his phone rang. Sam had other plans for him, letting him know of an unusual disturbance uptown.

Unfortunately Sam didn’t seem to have any more information than the fact that this was someone they hadn’t seen before and he was extremely fast. Blaine quickly disappeared off into the shadows, thankful the sun was already going down. It wasn’t that Nightbird wouldn’t go out during the day, he was just at his best during the night. He moved his way up to the top of the building, coming out of the shadows as Nightbird, effortlessly gliding from building to building. Sure, he wasn’t the fastest man alive but his speed was impressive, taking him no time to get all the way across town. Blaine didn’t know what to expect to find when he showed him to the address Sam had given him, but luckily - being a superhero - he was prepared for practically anything.

Neither he or Sam knew if this new person was some new villain they needed to add to their list to look out for, or if they were a new hero they could add to their list of allies. Either way, he was intrigued.

Sebastian Smythe:

After the two parted ways, Sebastian found himself with quite a lot of time on his hands until Blaine’s big date. It only took him seconds until he was back and home and he plopped himself on his couch, feeling very bored. Time seemed to crawl by much more slowly now that he’d acquired super speed. He decided to fill up his free time with some chores by tidying his home, organizing his library in alphabetical order by author, and then rearranging his furniture to his liking. When he finished he realized only a few moments had passed and he still had to wait next to same amount of time for Blaine go on his date.

Realizing that he looked absolutely pathetic by just waiting at home twiddling his thumbs for a guy to call him up, he decided to have some fun. An idea popped into his head and he left with his camera bag, making sure that his new special ring was on his finger. The ring, which was gold in color, was stylized with a lightning bolt. It was Sebastian’s way to stow away his costume within it. Both his costume and the ring were bestowed onto him by Professor Garrick shortly after the discovery of his powers. As he sped through the busy streets of New York, everything and everyone around him appearing to move in slow motion, he activated his ring and changed into his scarlet red costume.

Sebastian was aware that there was a little soiree going on tonight at the Metropolitan Museum of Art rooftop and it was the perfect location to lure out the so-called “Nocturnal Avenger”. Now Sebastian wasn’t about causing anyone pain but a little controlled chaos was always fun. He ran up the side of the building and when he arrived right in the middle of the party, he garnered a few gasps of surprise from the crowd. Sebastian had a way of disguising his voice by vibrating his vocal cords with his speed abilities. “Attention Met guests!” He shouted out to get everyone’s attention, “I hope you don’t mind if I crash your party with a few friends!” Just as quickly as he arrived on the scene, he dashed away. People were only just talking amongst themselves before Sebastian returned, zipping around and dropping off live penguins, flamingos, and peacocks scattered around the entire rooftop. Being relocated from the nearby zoos so suddenly caused the birds to panic, flapping their wings and running about. It’s then that people began to scream and run away, looking for the nearest exit to get the hell out of there.

“C’mon, I’m just having a little fun! Where’s your sense of adventure?!” Sebastian asked, laughing at all the panicked guests. It’s then that he moved with his super speed, setting up a camera on a tripod from a distance. Tonight was the night he was going to catch Nightbird on film. While he waited for Blaine to show up, he fixed himself a drink at the bar and took a seat in the middle of the rooftop so he was able to detect the masked man from whatever direction he arrived.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine recognized the address that Sam had given him as the Metropolitan Museum of Art and he took the shortest route he knew off the top of his head to get there, keeping an eye out below to see if he could catch any sight of a sign of who he might be dealing with. He noted people scurrying from the building’s rooftop, not necessarily scared for their lives but definitely frightened in some way. It gave him a red flag, thinking he might be dealing with a bad guy. But he wouldn’t jump to too many conclusions yet.

His eyebrow quirked with confusion when he closed in on the building, noticing a lot of different types of birds. That was definitely something new that he had never seen before. He landed on the corner of the building, hearing the gasps from people below, cheering because Nightbird had made his grant entrance. Never gets old. He smiled a little smugly to himself before taking a breath. Okay. Birds- how to handle this. Blaine had ideas going through his mind at the speed of light regarding how he would handle getting all of the birds off of the roof safely and back to where they belong- but first thing’s first. Who did this? He glanced around the roof until his eyes landed on the figure standing on the other side, clothed in red, with a look as if he were vibrating. He thought it a bit odd, but he took the step forward anyway, lowering his voice to Nightbird level.

“Birds?” He asked, shaking his head a little, holding his arms up in question. “Now I’ve been doing this for a while and I’ve seen a lot of stuff- but this,” He gives a light chuckle, taking in the sight of the figure, eyeing him up and down carefully, assessing his threat level and not really getting much yet. “This is definitely new.”  He looks down to scoot along one of the flamingos that was honking by his feet. He left up his defense just in case the person turned out to have ill intentions, not wanting to let his guard down until he knew for sure there was no danger.

“Who are you, anyway?” He asked as he came to a stop mid-roof, waiting for the other to speak and make a move.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian finally had what he wanted. Just as Nightbird had arrived, he managed to snap a few pictures so that regardless of what happened next, he had what he came here for. Everything else now was just icing on the cake. Standing opposite of the man before him, wearing his stupid black and blue uniform with stylized cape, Sebastian sauntered over and laughed. “Who am I?” He repeated Nightbird’s question and chuckled. His voice came out almost distorted as he continued to vibrate both his face and vocal chords as he spoke, “Don’t you recognize me? I’m the Batman.” Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest and laughed.

“See, I just had to meet you. So I set all of this up.” He gestured to a lone penguin who was standing next to him. “I’m sorry, was this not the correct bird call?” Sebastian couldn’t identify any discerning qualities about the man in front of him; the mask and the costume were a pretty good disguise. Maybe after looking at the photos he took, Sebastian could get to the bottom of the man’s identity. “I hope you like my little gift; I’m a pretty big fan of yours, y’know.” He remarked as he took a few steps closer. It seemed the man before him was ready to jump into action should Sebastian make any sudden moves. Using his super speed, Sebastian rushed over and detached the man’s cape from his costume, wrapping it around himself. He made sure to maintain an ample distance in case Nightbird decided to attack. “Nice cape. What is this-- a synthetic tri-polymer fabric?” He noted the logo on the cape before eyeing the film built into the outside of the cape. “What is this? Some type of modified polyethylene film for reflecting light? Or maybe even absorbing light?” It was clear now that Sebastian’s up close to him that Nightbird was the real deal. He wouldn’t be surprised if his armor was made out of military-grade kevlar.

“How do I look?” He joked with the cape now draped around him, “Maybe I should run over to city hall right now and announce your new official name is Bird Boy!” For some reason Sebastian received a lot of joy from pushing this guy’s buttons.

Blaine Anderson:

When the other made the joke about his shenanigans being the right bird call, Blaine laughed softly, appreciating the humor no matter how ridiculous it was. “Bird call, that’s a good one.” He snorted, shaking his head as crossed his arms. “Alright, you wanted to meet me so you took all of the birds from Central Park and put them here.” He chuckled softly. “I really don’t mean to be rude, but I really don’t have time for fake bird calls such as this.” He motioned towards the chaos of birds squawking and honking all around him.

Blaine gasped slightly when the man in red flashed around him and suddenly was wearing his cape, his guard shaken at how vulnerable he could be to this potential bad guy. “Hey!” He narrowed his eyes, watching the other carefully now, fully on his guard. “Give that back.” His voice is low, stern and his hands ball up into tight fists. He appreciated the humor of the bird call and was flattered that someone would go through so much just to meet him but taking his cape was going too far. He needed his cape- it helped his flight abilities to be more precise and it helped shield his sensitive eyes from whatever possible light his enemies would throw at him. “Maybe,” was his reply when the other asked him about the make of his cape. “What’s it to you?” Blaine really couldn’t remember what all his cape was made from, he remembered Santana rattling off a lot of big words really fast when she handed it over to him, but all Blaine really knew is that it was tough and it was something that saved his ass many times when battling with Doctor Light thanks to that special polyethylene film.

When the man joked about his name, he thought it funny. Huh. Bird Boy. Sebastian calls me that. He shook his head out of his thoughts and held out his hand. “It’s Nightbird. That blue totally clashes with your red. So you look ridiculous.” His tone was slightly uninterested as he raised his eyebrows. “Hand it over.” Whether the new person is a bad guy or good guy he still couldn’t sense yet, but he knew regardless of which, he was going to be a big pain.

“Where’d you come from and who are you really?” He asked again, hoping to get more information on this mysterious red fellow so himself, Santana, and Sam could do some research and find out for themselves if this guy was here for good or evil.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian was pleased with himself when he’s rewarded with a chuckle from the superhero, though he doesn’t appreciate the sudden change in tone once the cape’s been stolen. “Um, excuse you but I didn’t just get these from Central Park; I also ran all the way across town and got these penguins at the Bronx Zoo. It took me a whole minute to get them rounded up. I went through all that trouble. Just for you.” Having lost interest in the cape, Sebastian let it fall to the ground and zipped past Nightbird, scaring few of the birds in the process. Their wings made flapping sounds as they perched further away from the two and Sebastian was suddenly struck with an idea. Sebastian laughed heartily and the frown on Nightbird’s face told him maybe he should at least answer one of the man’s questions. “I’m new in town; just got my powers a little while ago and I fucking love it-- haven’t thought of a kickass name yet, though. I made this suit and decided instead of being a superhero like you and those other guys, I’d have some fun with it. So here I am, here to cause a little trouble for do-gooders like you.”

Sebastian started to wind his arms up, pointing in the direction of Nightbird. Doing so with his super-speed began to create a vortex-- a strong gust of wind that was enough for Nightbird to put his guard up. The flamingos and peacocks dispersed and flew in all different directions, their honking getting quieter as they got further away. Once the birds had all flown away save for the flightless penguins, Sebastian thought it funny that the hero was now tasked with tracking down a bunch of birds. “Whoops!” He exclaimed with heavy sarcasm. With Nightbird now seemingly extremely exasperated by his shenanigans, Sebastian gave the man a shrug and laughed again. This was all just so entertaining for him. “Listen-- I like you. Well, let me reiterate: I like messing with you. So you better get used to seeing me around the city. Ciao.”

With that, Sebastian dashed off, unconcerned with what Nightbird would do next and certain there was no possible way the flying hero would be able to track him down.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine rolled his eyes when the other corrected him about where he got the birds from, though listening very carefully at how long it took him to do so. He thought it was very interesting that it took him just took him one minute to gather all of the birds and get them here not only from the Central Park Zoo but from the Bronx Zoo as well. He’d be lying if he said he wasn't slightly amused by the man’s antics but in reality this was a huge waste of his time on a day that he didn’t really need to be wasting time. When the other dropped his cape he moved swiftly to grab it, re-attaching it effortlessly. “Oh, good.” Blaine replied with sarcasm when he’s informed that this new guy is only here to irritate him and others trying to clean up the city. “I was worried you would actually be here for, y’know, good.” He was relieved, however, that he didn’t have evil intentions.

“Listen,” He began before the taller started waving his arms, causing a windy vortex around them, startling the birds and ruffling their feathers. “Wait, what are you doing?” He looked around at the birds as they began to freak out, some of them even fleeing the building’s rooftop and flying off. “You’re scaring them away!” Blaine let out a groan when he realized all of the birds that were capable of flying were gone, officially to the point of exasperation with this guy and his obnoxious behavior.

He narrowed his eyes as the man laughed. “I’m so glad you’re so entertained.” His voice dripped with annoyance as he shook his head, raising his eyebrows. “Hey! You have to-” Blaine hollered after the other as he left in a red flash. “...put them back.” There was no one left to hear those last words. His shoulders slumped as he looked down at the penguins, sighing heavily as one of them looked back up at him. He felt bad because the poor thing looked terrified. “C’mon little guy.” He scooped him, and however many he could fit comfortably up in his arms before flying off to return them.

It took him a few good hours to find all - at least almost all - of the birds and return them back to their homes. By the time he was finished, it was already past time to meet Kurt for their date. It was this moment that he wished he was the one who had the super speed and not the slightly faster than normal speed. He used his flight to get to the location quicker than he could have on foot, changing into his date clothes on the rooftop before he made his entrance. He wasn’t greeted with happiness, though. Kurt was peeved at him for being late. Fifteen minutes late. After Kurt had already pushed their date back half an hour.

Their tensions explode and they end up fighting right there at the dinner table.

“Kurt, I was only fifteen minutes late. You already pushed the time back. I’m here, can we just try, please?” He begged but Kurt was having none of it, he blamed Blaine for being the one who hadn’t been trying. He told Blaine that it was his fault they were drowning, it was his fault that their relationship died.

“I’ve been the one trying to get jobs, I’ve been the one trying to communicate with you but all you do is shut me out. How have you been trying? Why haven’t you found a job?” Blaine was fed up as well, finally calling out Kurt on things he should’ve owned up to. The shorter goes on to tell Kurt finally about the callback he hadn’t gotten and about the audition he had that afternoon and Kurt rolls his eyes, telling him he should give it up already because there is no money in auditioning. He needs a real job first. That caused Blaine to ask him again what exactly Kurt had been doing if he hadn’t found a job. He had no idea what Kurt did during the day, he assumed he would’ve been out like him, trying. But no- that’s when Kurt told him that he’d been seeing someone else. He’d been sleeping with someone else, even. That’s what he had been doing while Blaine was out trying to find a job - even before Sebastian came into the picture.

Blaine didn’t hear anything Kurt said after that, he noticed Kurt’s facial expression changed from mad to horrified. He hadn’t meant for Blaine to find out. He definitely didn’t mean to tell him on their Valentine’s date. It’s like Kurt’s whole mood shifted and suddenly he was so sorry and he just wanted him and Blaine to be happy again but Blaine didn’t hear any of it. The world around him slowed down and everything went quiet. Without saying another word, Blaine got up from the table and left. He walked out of the restaurant in a rush and as he walked the streets of New York he just got angrier and more sad, tears streaming down his face without his consent. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He’d been trying all of that time to make their relationship work and Kurt had given up long before Blaine had begun to. And to think he had felt guilty for kissing Sebastian- Kurt had sex with someone else. The thought made him want to vomit in the streets. He felt ashamed of himself for letting this happen- he felt ashamed that Sebastian had been right all of those years ago and he wasted so much time on Kurt when he and Sebastian could’ve been living happily ever after.

He flew around as Nightbird for a bit, taking his aggression out on a few muggers in the area, dropping them off at the police station. After an hour of that, he wasn’t feeling any better so he decided to give it up and go to the place he knew he would at least feel a little better. He flew straight to Sebastian’s place, changing himself in the shadows before reaching the door and knocking on it. When Sebastian answered the door he didn’t even give him a chance to speak before taking his face in his hands and pulling himself in to kiss Sebastian hard and passionate on the lips, needing him close. Needing the affection and comfort.

Sebastian Smythe:

After Sebastian left Nightbird to deal with the flock of birds, he went home and decided to start cooking dinner. In the event that Blaine’s date ended up going horribly awry, he wanted at least a delicious home-cooked meal for him to enjoy. If Kurt ended up turning their relationship around for the better then at least Sebastian had a delicious home-cooked meal in which to engorge himself. Sebastian had the ability to move at the speed of light but unfortunately he couldn’t make his oven do the same; while the food cooked he was capable of multitasking and got all-new decorations and dishware for his kitchen counter. His kitchen was small but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make it look nice for Valentine’s Day. The icing on the cake was a box of chocolates coupled with a single rose in a small vase. Sebastian knew that if and when Blaine decided to stop by, he would swoon over the lengths he went through. Sebastian wanted to see Kurt top what he’d put together.

With everything in order and dinner simmering to keep warm, Sebastian looked at the time. Blaine had told him what time the dinner was supposed to be and figuring in the possibility of an argument, he wondered if Blaine was almost finished with his date. If his friend didn’t decide to stop by, he knew to at least expect a call. Blaine was definitely not the type to blow him off even if everything between he and Kurt ended up patched up. He sampled some icing off of the small 8” cake he’d baked when there’s knock at the door. With Sebastian’s ears perking up at the sound, he answered the door already knowing who it is. “Hey th--” His greeting got cut off by Blaine, who’d all but tackled him into the apartment, hands on his face with their lips locked into an intense kiss. Though he was taken aback and surprised for a moment, Sebastian wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist, pulling him in closer.

He shut the door behind Blaine, the two shuffling into the living room as they continued their heated exchange. Sebastian could sense the urgency and desperation behind Blaine’s kiss and for a moment he wondered if his friend has been drinking. Something was clearly very wrong as this behavior was very unlike Blaine. “H-Hey,” the man managed to mumble out between kisses. When they finally break for a breath, Sebastian pulled away enough to look Blaine in the face. His smile immediately dropped when he saw the other’s red-rimmed eyes. “What… What happened?” He asked, his hands placed firmly on the smaller’s shoulders. He could feel Blaine shaking, possibly on the verge of tears or maybe even just out of anger. “What did he do to you, Blaine?”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine only kissed Sebastian harder when he felt the taller respond, following him wherever he led, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him even closer. He was happy that instead of pushing him away and asking what was up, Sebastian kissed him back and held him close. It was what he needed in that moment. When they finally broke and Sebastian asked him what happened, Blaine sniffled, sitting back on the couch and placing the heels of his hands in his eyes as he was too ashamed to tell the taller  “Seb,” He groaned, shaking his head. “He’s been having sex with someone else...for almost a year.” Saying it out loud caused him to suck in a shaky breath, the reality of it hitting him. All of the time and effort he had put in over the past months had gone completely unnoticed because Kurt’s focus was on some other guy. “I’ve been doing every thing that I can to get work and to keep our marriage afloat and he has been spending all of that time screwing some other guy.” His voice was strained and frustrated and he rubbed his face, standing up from the couch.

“I can’t believe this.” He sniffled, shaking his head and wiping his face. “He told me that he’s been seeing someone else and been sleeping with them and then all of a sudden he is so sorry and he wants us to work. Well, that ship has officially sailed.” He crossed his arms, a deep wrinkle set in his forehead and he looked at Sebastian. “I told him the callback I had that time fell through and that I went to an audition today and he told me to give up and get a real job. Like, what has he done to contribute? Nothing. I thought this whole time that he’s been trying to get a job but nope. Nope, he’s been with whoever this guy is. I’ve been working my ass off to get work to pay for our stuff just for my husband to talk down to me and tell me to give up on my dreams-- essentially telling me I’m not talented enough for this field of work and then essentially letting me know that I’m not good enough for him.” He was so upset that he was rambling now, getting more and more upset with every sentence, hot tears falling down his face, tears mixed with hurt and anger. “I’ve never been good enough for him. I left Dalton for him- I left my friends to be with him and his friends and then he left me there. And then I left everything for him yet again to come out here just to be fucking fool again.”

Blaine didn’t realize until this moment that he was practically wearing a track in Sebastian’s floor with his pacing as he shook with emotions, his hands trembling. He stopped pacing for a moment to take a deep breath, looking at Sebastian. Broken and pitiful. “I’m sorry.” He whined, feeling guilty for having his breakdown in front of his best friend while knowing how Sebastian must’ve be feeling right. “I know, I should be happy. This makes things easier for us. But I just- I didn’t expect to feel….like something is wrong with me.” His voice was a little softer. “I mean, what if I end up not being good enough for you either? What if I’m actually not good enough for this career I’ve worked so hard to get to. What if my whole life I have just been set up to fail?”

The shorter closed his eyes to take another deep breath, letting it out shakily before opening them again. “Can I please stay here?” He couldn’t stomach the thought of going back to his and Kurt’s apartment, he honestly didn’t care if he ever set foot inside of that place again. He was so done with Kurt and their life together. As far as he was concerned, it was over.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian sat quietly, watching and listening as Blaine went off on what happened tonight. He thought it best to let the other man finish than to interrupt. When he heard that Kurt had been sneaking around and sleeping with someone else, it made Sebastian’s blood boil. Though he had always thought it, he never thought anything louder and angrier than in that moment: Kurt did not deserve Blaine. He thought of the lengths Blaine had gone through, trying his best to be a doting and faithful husband and his efforts were essentially for nothing. When the shorter man started to cry, Sebastian slowly stood up and approached him, reaching his hand out to grab him. He wanted to be Blaine’s anchor.

“Blaine, there’s nothing wrong with you. Kurt’s an asshole and you don’t need him in your life.” He spoke with certainty as he looked his friend straight in the eyes. “You gave him your everything and he basically threw it all back in your face like nothing matters-- like you don’t matter. But, Blaine, you fucking matter.” Sebastian brought his friend into a tight hug. “You’re the person that matters the most to me. You’re the whole reason why I’m here doing this and-- I mean, you’re so fucking good enough. More than just ‘good enough’.” Sebastian kissed Blaine again, this time softer and careful. His hand reached up to cup the man’s face, wiping away the hot tears that fell from Blaine’s eyes with his thumb. When he pulled away from the kiss this time, he lingered close and rested his forehead against the other’s. “And of course you can stay here… I offered my place to you the first time you were here and I meant it then just as much as I mean it now. You’re always welcome here and I’ll be damned if you ever go back to that piece of shit.”

Sebastian sighed and shook his head with a slight smile on his face. “Well, this is kind of unprecedented… I had something else entirely planned for you.” The kitchen was still decorated and a delicious dinner awaited the two of them but Sebastian figured that food might not be what Blaine wanted. “Do you want to just, like, sit and talk? I made food but it’s whatever at this point--” He made a move for the kitchen to turn everything off. Maybe they could warm it up for later but Sebastian felt right now they needed alcohol more than anything.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine whined softly as Sebastian kissed him, letting his eyes close slowly and kissing him back. He could feel that the taller cared for him. He loved that he could always count on Sebastian to make him feel special and loved and wanted. Even at his lowest of lows, he could count on the other to pick him up. He listened to the words Sebastian said to him but he didn’t believe him-- he wanted to believe him because those words of reassurance, words of love, made Blaine feel so good. But he couldn’t when he felt so awful.

He was extremely thankful to Sebastian for reaffirming that Blaine could stay with him. He needed to be away from Kurt and their home for a while. If not forever. And he needed to be with Sebastian.

Blaine raised his eyebrows when Sebastian told him he had plans for them that evening. “What? What did you have planned?” He asked as he turned to follow Sebastian towards the kitchen, laying his eyes on the set up the other had for then. “Oh,” he spoke softly as he looked around the room, feeling incredibly guilty. “Sebastian you did all of this for me?” Blaine shook his head, pouting softly while a soft whine fell from his lips, looking around the room at the romantic setting. “And here I've been crying about Kurt and I totally left you here waiting for me. You went through so much trouble, I feel so bad.” He took Sebastian's hand to pull him close, looking up into his eyes and taking both of his hands in his own. “You are the greatest, you know that? Thank you for doing this. It means more than you'll ever know.” He leaned their foreheads together and taking a deep breath, Sebastian's actions that night had made a warmth curl up inside of Blaine's tummy despite the sadness he’d faced that night.

“C’mon,” he said, pulling Sebastian towards the table he had set up. “I want to do whatever you had planned. It will be much better than crying on your couch.”

Sebastian Smythe:

“No, hey, don't feel bad,” Sebastian told his friend, waving his little romantic dinner off. “I promise I barely spent any time or effort on all of this; I just kind of whipped it up. I know you've been waiting to hear about callbacks plus you had a big audition today so I figured this could be a dual celebratory-slash-Valentine's dinner.” He moved to pop the bottle of champagne that had been sitting in an ice bucket. “Y’know, any excuse to impress you with my cooking. Also any excuse to make boulangère potatoes.” After having poured two glasses of champagne for he and Blaine to toast over, he looked over the place settings and food. “We don't have to eat if you're not hungry-- I don't know if you ended up eating already or what but we could also just pig out on cake and champagne.” He clicked glasses with Blaine and smiled, “To my new roommate. I'm very honored to have you here.” Sebastian made a mental note to make a copy of his key tomorrow.

Although Blaine had insisted on going through with dinner anyway, Sebastian was smarter than that and definitely knew better. Blaine was too sad to eat and had a lot on his mind; Sebastian insisted that they just sample all the things and instead of eating dinner at the table. They snacked while relaxing on the couch, with the champagne to wash everything down. They had the TV droning on in the background as they spent the evening talking to each other instead. Now that Blaine was going to be living with him, Sebastian announced the night was to be about celebrating that and less focused on Blaine’s break-up. “You don't need to waste anymore time or feelings on that guy,” Sebastian spoke with his mouth full of cake, “He's not worth it.” Instead Sebastian and Blaine talked about other things. When Sebastian learned Blaine had unfortunately tanked his last callback, Sebastian just waved it off-- “So that one wasn't meant to be; you'll get them next time. I believe in you, Blaine. And who else knows you better than your biggest fan?”

Maybe all Blaine needed was an environment where he felt safe and wanted-- loved-- and he would kill all his auditions and get everything he deserved. That was all Sebastian wanted for Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine rolled his eyes at the mention of his callback, with the exception of his outburst moments before, he hadn’t told Sebastian about him failing yet again. He was embarrassed at how many times he’d auditioned and failed. “Well, there isn’t much to celebrate.” He happily took the glass of champagne, smiling gratefully at Sebastian. “I would love to pig out on cake and drink alcohol with you, Seb.” He agreed as their glasses clinked together. “To the best best friend a guy could ask for.” He took a generous drink of the champagne before nodding for a refill. “I really can’t thank you enough for this.”

Blaine raved about Sebastian’s food as they sampled all of the things he had made for them that night, rolling his eyes and groaning in food-pleasure. Sebastian was incredible in the kitchen and he commented that if nothing else, Seb had a career to fall back on as a chef. As they shoved cake in their faces, Blaine finally told Sebastian about his failed callback and his insides warmed when the taller was supportive rather than scolding. He scooted closer to Sebastian on the couch as they spoke, shaking his head in disbelief. It was in these moments that he felt like the biggest idiot for ever letting that man slip through his fingers. “I really don’t know what I did to deserve you. But I am so glad that that you are here.” He took a drink of his champagne before continuing. “I feel really good about the audition today, you being there before it really lifted my spirits. And who knows,” he shrugged. “Maybe you’re my good luck charm.” Blaine wikned at the taller.

Blaine felt really good in that moment, with his tummy full of cake and delicious food, the alcohol buzzing through his bloodstream, and his heart all a flutter because of Sebastian. He just looked at Sebastian for a long moment, appreciating him before leaning forward to kiss his cheek. When greeted with a grateful but puzzled look he shrugged. “I just really appreciate you.”

His ears perked up when he heard his name on the TV, turning his attention to the screen. It was a more lighthearted segment on the news and they were talking about the shenanigans he had to deal with today. Just another irritation on top of his awful night. Maybe one day he would appreciate the humor more when it came to the man in red just screwing with him - he’d be lying if the guy’s ‘bird call’ line wasn’t funny - but for now he felt it a big waste of time and a nuisance. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Did you hear about that? We have a new super-anti-hero-guy running around the streets now.” He commented casually as if he’d heard the news before he came over. “He was tormenting Nightbird today apparently.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian liked thinking of himself as Blaine’s good luck charm. Maybe there was some way he could tip the scales in Blaine’s favor and make it so he would be seen as most favorable for whatever it was the man auditioned for. Maybe something for his alter-ego to do while Blaine was away. “Tell you what, killer-- how about from now on, I’ll accompany you to as many of your auditions as possible. We want you to have the best chance at getting a role, right?” He nudged his friend playfully.

When the television caught Blaine’s attention, Sebastian turned up the volume so the both of them could hear the news report better. Someone on the ground had apparently caught a shot of Nightbird flying off the roof of the museum. How pathetic. “Blaine, I have to show you something.” Sebastian set everything down and hurried to his room at normal human speed. When he returned, he had a two 8x10 photos that he had printed out on his photo printer. “Blaine, I was there. It was so awesome!” Sebastian showed his friend the two photos of Nightbird, mostly in focus with ample lighting. It wasn’t an amazing photo of the masked man but it was the best anyone was able to take yet. “I was at the museum shooting photos for this party and then this guy-- this speedster-- showed up all of a sudden and he brought a lot of birds. Like he was trying to get Nightbird out of hiding and it worked. Check it out!” Sebastian was incredibly excited to show Blaine the photos he’d taken; with these photos he could sell them for a lot of money and possibly even get his foot in the door with a great newspaper company. “Maybe I can sell them to The Times or something…”

He was surprised Blaine had heard about what happened between Nightbird and the speedster, under the impression that the man had gone straight from dinner with Kurt to his place. He supposed news about superheroes and villains travelled fast throughout the city… Though he didn’t actually consider himself a villain. “I, uh, couldn’t get a picture of the other guy. He was too fast for me.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine raised his eyebrows when Sebastian got excited after he mentioned Nightbird, wondering what he could possible have to show him. He couldn’t help but grin at the taller when he came back, his smile and excitement were infectious. His heart jumped up into his throat when Sebastian showed him the photos of Nightbird. “Oh wow!” He gave a believable, excited act as he took the pictures from Sebastian to see them closer, internally freaking out that he may have caught onto who Nightbird really was. Sebastian was a phenomenal photographer so he wouldn’t have been surprised. Fortunately for Blaine, the pictures were just out of focus enough for his identity not to be revealed but good enough that he knew this was a big deal for Sebastian. He was also slightly concerned that if Sebastian had been hiding out there and listening to the exchange between him and the mystery man, he might’ve recognized his voice.

He had already planned previously to help out Sebastian’s journalist career by getting him some kind of Nightbird exclusive, but he would’ve had time to prepare himself and disguise himself more. He was relieved that Sebastian still had no idea and it was nice to know that the smile on the taller’s face was because of him. “Seb, that’s- that’s so great. I know how badly you’ve wanted these pictures. They are beautiful.” He smiled at the photos, shaking his head. “These are definitely gonna move you up in the business. People are gonna beg you to let them use your photos.” He encouraged Sebastian, happy to see that he is still so passionate about his photos.

Blaine wondered if Sebastian had seen much of the so-called speedster. “So no pictures of the other guy? Did you happen to catch his name or anything? I briefly heard about his event on the way to the restaurant to meet Kurt.” He made up a believable lie, pressing with hope that Sebastian happened to gather more information about this mystery man since he happened to be there when the shenanigans started. “I thought it was interesting that we have a new guy that we haven’t seen before. How did he seem when everything started? Do you think he’s evil or do you think he’s okay?” Blaine caught himself getting a little worked up over this and he cleared his throat. “I mean, y’know, it’s not a big deal. It’s just cool.”

He handed the pictures back to Sebastian, smiling at him. “Here, I don’t want my cake fingers all over your big break.” He crinkled his nose before finishing off his glass of champagne. “So when you make your millions- are we moving over to 5th Avenue?” He teased, looking up at Sebastian with a cheeky grin.

Sebastian Smythe:

Seeing Blaine geek out over Nightbird and the speedster made Sebastian laugh. Even all these years later, Blaine was still a nerd at heart. He wished that Blaine could’ve been there on the roof to witness the two super-powered beings and their snarky rapport with one another. Maybe it was better that he wasn’t so it was easier to hide his identity. Sebastian was new to the whole ‘secret-identity-thing’ so he thought it best to play it coy about the speedster. “I wasn’t able to, no-- the best I got was a blur but that’s all it was so I deleted the photo off my camera. He was being a smartass but the name I heard was, uh, ‘Batman’?” He laughed because he knew and Blaine knew that this speedster wasn’t the Batman at all. “No idea if he’s evil; he and Nightbird almost seem like enemies, though.” Sebastian knew full and well that he had given everyone-- including Nightbird-- the impression that the speedster was a bad guy who was up to no good.

Sebastian took the photos back and placed them somewhere safe before returning to the couch. After refilling Blaine’s glass of champagne, he thought to himself how he would treat himself with whatever money decided to flow in from his photos. If he kept this up, he could take pictures of Nightbird and the speedster for a continuous flow of cash. Sooner or later, he could live comfortably in a luxury condominium if he wanted. He knew Blaine was only joking but Sebastian had higher expectations for himself as a superpowered metahuman. “Yeah? I promise when we move, it’ll definitely be somewhere better than here.” Sebastian wanted to give Blaine everything he deserved, including a luxury apartment smack-dab in the middle of hoity-toity Manhattan. "Before I come into my millions of dollars, however, I think we should move your stuff into here. I want this to be just as much your place now as it is mines; I'll clear out a space in the closet and my dresser for you."

He knew that eventually he would have to come up with a name for himself. He couldn't be causing trouble through New York City without a name the entire city would remember. He wanted to be well-known like Nightbird but perhaps maybe not in exactly the same sense. Sebastian had no desire to fight crime or rid the city of evil because he didn't see the point. Evil was a constant and relentless force that would not be stopped no matter how much the superheroes like Nightbird and the folk fought back. Sebastian wasn't on the villain's side either; he just wanted to do what was best for him and now, what was best for Blaine. "Maybe they should call him 'Speedy', the Speeding Speedster," Sebastian joked. He knew in order to create a cover for himself he needed to make fun of the new guy as much as he did for Bird Boy.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine internally rolled his eyes when he's reminded of the mystery speedster's tormenting words but he laughed with Sebastian anyway because he was sure that if he hadn't been the one who wasted half of his day looking through the city for birds and flying them back to the Bronx and Central Park, he would've thought the guy's antics were hilarious. "Ah, Batman. That's funny." He listened carefully to any information Sebastian had that he might've missed but unfortunately his best friend knew less than he did. "Well, I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on this guy and see what happens." He smiled at the taller, one of his eyebrows quirking. "And since you are the hot new reporter in town, you'll be the one I come to first for all of my superhero needs." Blaine crinkled his nose.

He couldn't help but smile at Sebastian, the way he spoke of future plans as if it was just so obviously certain that Blaine was going to be there made him feel good. It was nice to feel good after such a horrible night. When the taller suggested they get his things from his and Kurt's place he shook his head. "Uh-uh, no way. I am not going back there." He crossed his arms, situating himself on the couch a little more comfortable. "I don't care what is over there; he can keep it forever. I can't," He groaned, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. "I can't even look at him right now, I'm so angry with him." The thought of being anywhere near Kurt in that moment made his stomach churn, he was too upset. He sighed, thinking for a moment before it set in that he had absolutely nothing there at Sebastian’s.

“We might have to go shopping though.” He said, chuckling softly. “I can’t wear these clothes every day for the rest of my life. And I need things like a toothbrush, etcetera.”  Blaine sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he looked up at Sebastian. “I’m sorry for just barging in on your life here.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian hummed to himself when Blaine noted that they should be on the lookout for the two superpowered beings. Though he wouldn’t dare tell Blaine, he was determined to track down Nightbird and use him to his advantage. As his new alter ego, he would be able to catch up to the caped crusader and get some really nice close-up photos. “I just wish I could get an interview with the guy…” He mumbled mostly to himself, though loud enough for Blaine to hear. “I want to pick his brain and get to know the guy, y’know?” He hoped that since the two were both gifted with superpowers, perhaps they would be seeing a lot more of each other.

Hearing that Blaine had absolutely no intention of ever stepping foot into Kurt’s apartment again was music to his ears. Maybe one day Sebastian would take it upon himself to go there and retrieve any of Blaine’s possessions so the man could save himself a trip full of arguments and a pathetic ex-boyfriend. Sebastian always bested Kurt when it came to wits and after what had happened tonight there was no way the former was intending to play nice. Blaine’s lack of clothes did impose a bit of a problem, however. Though Sebastian had no problem lending out his own clothes for the man to wear, it was a no-brainer that his clothes were at least a size too big for the shorter man. “A little retail therapy to liven up your mood? Do you still love the mall as much as you did in high school? I remember that one time we went on a winter fashion shopping spree and,” he chuckled at the memory, “you were so happy when you found that obnoxious cardigan…. I think it had tiny lobsters on it or something?” Sebastian could picture a teenaged Blaine in said cardigan, grinning so giddily. “Your fashion sense had always been very cute and unique.”

A suggestive look appeared onto his face when something much more dirty popped into his head. “Or, y’know, you could just go naked and stay here.” He shrugged and pretended as if he was dead serious, “you could stay here at home and just strut around naked-- wearing only a bowtie. I promise I’ll bring you home pizza so you don't starve.

“All joking aside, I promise you're not ‘barging in on me’,” he motioned with air-quotes. “Blaine, I want you here.” He placed his hand on his friend’s leg and leaned in for a gentle kiss. “I'm always going to be your biggest fan; I love you.” Those three words always had weight whenever he said them to Blaine but this time especially so. His words almost felt loaded-- like they might turn right around and bite him in the ass. It was no secret Sebastian had always chased after Blaine but even after all this time, he was still in love with him. Sebastian never expected the other to reciprocate those feelings, knowing he was tied to Kurt. Even now, he knew that even though the two were broken up and Blaine was angry with his husband, there were still feelings there. After all, Blaine wouldn't be so upset or angry or felt so betrayed if he hadn't loved Kurt.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine raised his eyebrows as Sebastian continued on about Nightbird, it was simultaneously making him feel good and a tiny bit jealous. Even if it was silly to be jealous of yourself. A cheeky grin spread across his face and he laughed softly. “I'm sorry, do you have some sort of crush on this Nightbird fella?” The shorter teased. “Do I need to be jealous already?”

Blaine giggled again when the taller brought up his lobster sweater, remembering that day fondly when they spent time together shopping. “I love that sweater! I would love to find another like it. You know, you and Sam were the only ones who didn't hate that sweater.”  He shifted on the couch more to face his best friend and he nodded his head. “I would love to go shopping with you. I think it would be fun- I just, uh,” Blaine cast his gaze downwards, feeling a little embarrassed. “I just can't really afford it right now.” He sighed heavily as a wrinkle settled in his forehead. He really should have thought about that before leaving his apartment. “I could ask my parents for money but I've been really trying to avoid doing that- they've already paid my rent three times this year.” His voice is soft and his tone ashamed.

He cracked another smile, however, when Sebastian joked about him being naked, it pulling a laugh out of him. “Oh you would just love that wouldn't you?” Blaine crinkles his nose. “But y’know, nakedness in exchange for pizza sounds like a pretty sweet deal.”

Blaine looked at Sebastian adoringly as he is reassured that he is more than welcome, his heart fluttering when the taller leans in to kiss him. He kisses him back just as gently, letting out a happy sigh when he leaned his head against the couch, still looking at Sebastian with the same look. He bit his bottom lip, letting his teeth drag slowly over it when Sebastian told him he loved him. They've always said it to each other in the way you do your friend even if they both meant it more deep down, they've even said it a few times since they met up again but Blaine felt the difference in this moment and it made him feel as if one of those broken pieces of himself found its place again. “I love you too, Seb.” Blaine took a breath before continuing, reaching over to take the other's hand. “I'm sorry it's taken me so long. I'm sorry I was such an idiot and I treated you so badly.” His voice was soft and genuine, an undertone of pleading. “I promise if you give me the chance, I won't let you down again.”

He lifted his head from the couch, taking both of Sebastian's hands then, looking into his eyes. “I know that I am going through some stuff right now. But I want you to know that I do want this. I want you. Please, please, don't ever think I don't ever again. I've been lying to myself and to Kurt since the day I met you.” He took another soft breath before sighing. “I want to do this right and I want to make sure you never, ever, feel like a rebound or like my second choice. Just because I made the wrong choice the first time. Okay?” Blaine leaned forward to rest their foreheads together. “I know you. I know how you think. Don't think it, okay?”  He took Sebastian's face in his hands gently. “I care about you so much, and I'm going to prove it to you.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian didn’t want the other to think he was too interested in Nightbird. Though it was true that before his powers he was mostly fascinated of the masked man, now that he himself had obtained powers, it was less curious and more just to have fun. He could see himself starting a friendly little rivalry with the superhero and if anything ever got too heated or out of control then he could just disappear. Unlike Nightbird, the speedster didn’t put himself under any responsibilities and he had no duties to uphold to the people of New York City.

With a wry laugh, Sebastian looked down from Blaine’s eyes, unable to look him in the face. It wasn’t until the man took his face into his small hands that Sebastian finally locked eyes with the other. He could stare into those golden honey eyes all day even if he didn’t want to-- Blaine’s eyes were almost hypnotizing. “Okay, I believe you.” He replied with his voice quiet. He trusted Blaine with all of his heart but there was an ounce of doubt that had budded from Blaine running to him only when he needed to get away from Kurt. Even now, it almost felt like he was a second choice. As pathetic as that made him feel, he was appreciative that Blaine was finally his. Sebastian only wanted Blaine and he didn’t care that he had to essentially pick up broken pieces of him and hold him together after Kurt shattered his heart. He put those negative feelings away and listened only to Blaine, doing his best to believe in his words. He gave the shorter man a reassuring smile, his heart happy to hear those special three words parroted back to him. He could feel it down to the bones that he meant a lot to Blaine. Sebastian would stop at nothing and work every day at making him mean the most to him. Sebastian had always been fiercely jealous and possessive when it came to anything and Blaine was no exception. It would take time but eventually Kurt would be only an afterthought in Blaine’s mind.

In regards to Blaine’s lack of money, Sebastian had already figured this was the case since he’d been out pounding the pavement and looking for a decent role to provide an income. Fortunately for the man, Sebastian had found himself with lots of money thanks to Nightbird. “We can go on a shopping spree tomorrow; I’ll hit up the Times in the morning and sell those photos. So you can thank Bird Boy for your all-new wardrobe… Sound good?” He nudged his friend to let him know it was alright to spend this money. It wasn’t charity but simply a friend helping out another friend. Sebastian knew that if the roles were reversed, Blaine would have his back.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine chuckled softly to himself when Sebastian said he could thank Nightbird for his new clothing and essentials, thinking it funny. He even thanked himself inside his mind. He didn't argue, though, thinking he could just pay Sebastian back later with another glimpse of Nightbird. Maybe even an exclusive interview.

Blaine knew he was going to have to work extra hard with Sebastian and always make it known that he was there because he wanted to be. He had a lot of years and a lot of things to make up for when it came to Sebastian and their relationship, and he planned on doing his very best to do just that. He had come to the realization while on his Nightbird flight after the disaster that was dinner, that his and Kurt’s relationship was over a year ago. He didn't know what happened, he thought about their relationship when he was flying through the sky and he figured out where they went wrong. They went wrong after the first time they broke up and they forced themselves to get back together and try again. Things were never really right again after that. They pushed through and forced it and all the while Blaine was still pushing through and trying his hardest to make things work while Kurt had just given up and moved on without having the courtesy of letting Blaine in on what was happening. Blaine was definitely hurt. But he was also angry. He felt very frustrated that he had wasted so much time and energy and feelings on Kurt. Despite being hurt over the situation, he mostly felt relieved and free. Like he had just lost a thousand pounds. He knew that being rid of such a toxic relationship was going to be so much better for him in the long run.

He gave Sebastian one last gentle kiss before a yawn escaped him. “A shopping spree sounds wonderful.” He agreed with a soft smile. “We can have a fashion montage like in a movie.” He chuckled before another yawn. It finally settled in that he was tired from a long, trying day.  

“Today has been a brutal one,” He gently complained, letting his limbs stretch out over the couch as another yawn escaped him. “So,” he but his lip gently, looking at the taller. “Do you want me to sleep on the couch or?” He asks with a slightly cheeky grin. Blaine already knew the answer to that but he didn't want Sebastian to get the wrong idea.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian wore a satisfied grin when it was settled that they would be going out tomorrow and getting Blaine a whole new wardrobe. He was definitely looking forward to the man modeling a bunch of different outfits for him. After all this time, he was ready to start making memories with Blaine as a couple. “I’ll bring my camera and take photos of you in all your outfits; it’ll be a whole lot of fun. And afterwards when we come home, I can set up my backdrop in the living room to take some professional-style photos. We’ll update your resume with a really hot headshot.”

When Blaine decided to stretch out on the couch, Sebastian hid no shame as he practically ogled him. He licked his lips when the hem of his shirt pulled up slightly with the stretch, exposing the tiny bit of his cute belly. “D-Do you want to sleep on the couch?” He questioned with a laugh. “You’re sleeping with me, silly-- I’ve got a queen bed.” Though he knew Blaine was only joking, even just thinking of having the man sleeping on his couch instead of his bed sent a pang of sadness through him. There was no way he would ever let Blaine sleep by himself again if he could help it. “If you really need all that space to yourself then I’ll graciously give the bed to you and I’ll be the one to sleep on the couch… your highness.” Sebastian mock-bowed, unable to mask his smile from their playful teasing. “C’mon, you can borrow one of my shirts for bed.”

After cleaning up the kitchen and putting away all the leftovers, Sebastian showed Blaine to his-- their-- bedroom. They discussed and settled on which parts of the room they would change and accommodate for Blaine moving in. Although Blaine had said nothing needed to be changed since he hadn’t want to impose, Sebastian insisted that he make Blaine feel at home as possible.

The next day, Sebastian was able to exchange the photos for a nice lump sum. He promised the editor-in-chief at The New York Times that he would bring more photos, conveniently keeping his method for capturing Nightbird a secret. While Sebastian was away, he instructed that Blaine clear out a few of the drawers in his dresser and space in the closet for all the new clothes they would buy. Sebastian even offered to buy an extra dresser to push up against the foot of the bed if they really needed it. Because Sebastian had money, he wanted to buy anything the man wanted that he couldn’t buy for himself.

When they finally made their way to the mall downtown, Sebastian let his friend lead the way to whichever store he wanted. It was obvious that although the years had passed since high school, Blaine Anderson still had a very specific taste in clothing. He watched and commented positively whenever Blaine showed him any clothing he wanted to bring to the fitting room. Sebastian finally sat down in front of the door to one of the fitting rooms, getting his camera ready to take photos. These were mostly for fun so Sebastian didn’t bring any extras for over-the-top photos. “Now, remember to pose, killer.” He winked at Blaine before the man disappeared behind the door to try on his first outfit.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine chuckled softly when Sebastian informed him that he would definitely be sleeping in his bed with him. "Well, I just wanted to be polite." He said with a smile as he got up from the couch. He laughed again when Sebastian bowed to him and called him 'your highness', crinkling his nose. "No, no, kind sir. I do require cuddling to sleep." Blaine helped Sebastian in the kitchen before he looped his arm through Sebastian's and allowed him to escort him to their room where he stripped down to his boxers, slipping on one of Sebastian's shirts.

As they discussed him moving in and all of the things Sebastian wanted to do to make him feel like he was welcome and home, Blaine felt like he actually belonged there and he slept peacefully that night for the first time in a while.

The next day while Sebastian was out looking for the highest bidder to sell his photos to, Blaine took his time getting ready for their day and going through a few of Sebastian's dresser drawers, moving some things around to make room for his things. Once he had a few empty drawers ready for him to fill with his new clothes later on that night. He took that time to get to know his new home a little, and to be a little nosey. He looked around Sebastian's bedroom, running his fingers along the dresser as he looked at the couple of pictures Sebastian had framed. He smiled to himself and he picked up one of them. It was picture of Sebastian's family, he assumed it was recent judging by how old Sloane was in the photo. It made him happy to see the family even if was just in photo form- he and the Smythe family had always gotten along very well and he always felt so welcome in their home. Just like he did there in Sebastian’s apartment. Thinking about all of the signs-- the bright, flashing neon signs-- that had always pointed to his inevitable fate of being with Sebastian, he felt stupid.  

With a soft sigh, he placed this frame down gently and he looked down at the wedding band around his finger. He thought about Kurt and Sebastian both and how they made him feel. They both made him feel very differently. When he was with Kurt he felt suffocated, stifled, and alone and when he was Sebastian it was the complete opposite. Sebastian made him feel warm and loved- Sebastian made him feel seen and like he could be himself. He hadn’t felt that way in years and the previous night had just solidified that it was time for him to officially give up on Kurt and move on. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath before slipping the ring off of his finger, shoving it in his back pocket with his phone -which he had silenced because Kurt had not stopped trying to call him and text him - he would figure out what to do with it, and his future ex-husband, later.

He helped himself to one of Sebastian's shirts, one of his tighter ones so it would fit him okay and to some of Sebastian's hair gel to only loosely style his hair so it wasn’t obnoxiously out of place. Blaine was very happy to see Sebastian later that day when they met up and he enjoyed walking through the mall with the taller as they talked, he was happy to hear that Sebastian had gotten a very nice chunk of change for the Nightbird photos. He was honestly surprised at the amount and he could only imagine how much he could get for pictures that were even clearer. Maybe if he kept that up for him he could get Sebastian into a nicer apartment and maybe even help him get that dream job he'd always wanted.

When he spotted one of his favorite stores he gave a little excited gasp and pulled Sebastian in with him. Blaine was good at a lot of things and shopping was one of them. First, he went through all of the clothing racks, picking all of the things that caught his eye, putting together multiple outfits and occasionally asking Sebastian's opinion here and there on articles of clothing. When it came to shopping for clothes Blaine had an eye for it and he never tried on an incomplete outfit- meaning when he liked something he found the shoes and in some cases the bowtie to match before he even tried it on. Once he was satisfied with his choices they headed for the dressing rooms, he giggled softly to himself when Sebastian reminded him to pose and shot him that wink that made him go weak in the knees. He quickly threw on one of the outfits and came strutting out in a pair of navy blue pants with little white anchors sprinkled on them, a royal blue button up with an orange sweater pulled over it, finished off with a blue and white checkered bowtie and some blue suede shoes he strikes a few poses for Sebastian, giggling almost shyly at first. “What do you think?” He asked as he gave a little spin, smiling at the other.

He went on to try the other outfits, all matching and completely loud. One shirt looked like a pack of crayons had melted over his shoulders, one outfit made him look like a taxi cab, and one of the bowties he’d chosen had flamingos on them. Blaine definitely had a very special and unique style and not a lot of people got it, but Sebastian always helped made him feel confident even if his outfits were silly sometimes, and boy did he know they were silly. That’s why he liked them. With every outfit he tried on he came out to show Sebastian and he posed for him, he modeled the clothes with confidence. Blaine gave the other silly poses - like pretending to hail a cab in his taxi outfit, then pretending to actually be a cab - serious, model poses, happy poses, all of them. He even danced around to the music coming from the speakers throughout the store, singing to the songs playing.  

Sebastian Smythe:

It was a delight to see Blaine in one of his own shirts; it gave Sebastian the impression that they were an actual couple that shared clothes. Though he knew Blaine needed new clothes of his own, a more selfish part of him wished that the man could just continue borrowing clothes from him.

When Blaine disappeared to try on his first outfit, Sebastian had his camera all set up, ready and waiting to snap the first pictures like the retail store dressing room was a high-stakes fashion runway. Sebastian was thankful for digital cameras as he found himself snapping dozens of photos of Blaine doing all different sorts of poses. It was plain for Sebastian to see that the man still retained his very preppy style of clothing from high school, complete with bow ties, collared button downs, with the twist of unusual patterns. When Blaine did a little twirl and a pose, Sebastian snapped a few photos and gave the man a thumbs-up. “Looking good, killer. Super sexy.” He loved the way Blaine looked so comfortable in his clothes both physically and emotionally. Like every stereotypical gay man, Blaine had his own sense of fashion that made an impression whenever he simply walked down the street. It was very different from Sebastian’s own style but he appreciated it on Blaine.

Halfway through Blaine’s little modeling session, Sebastian thought it a good idea to pull out his phone and begin shooting a little video. Though the photos would do a fine job showcasing Blaine’s sexiness and playful side, Sebastian thought that a video would capture the man’s unbridled joy. He approached Blaine and turned the phone camera around so they were both i in the shot, dancing together. “See this guy? Future famous person, right here,” Sebastian spoke into the camera before ducking out to give Blaine the spotlight in the video.

Every outfit and pose or dance had Sebastian laughing, grinning ear to ear. He was having so much fun with Blaine that time and everyone else around was unknown to them. It was peculiar feeling but Sebastian loved that the other could make him feel that way-- not even his newly found super powers could that for him. By the time they were finished trying on all the outfits Blaine had picked out, Sebastian ordered a retail worker to round it all up and take it to the cashier’s. “We’re taking all of it,” he told Blaine, his tone adamant and certain. “Including the shoes and whatnot, too.” Sebastian was never the type to really look at price tags whenever he bought himself anything-- he had the money to grant him such luxury-- so when the grand total came out to more than what he had made from the Nightbird photos, he pulled out his credit card, unfazed.

“Only the best for my man,” Sebastian declared in a cheeky tone, his hand wrapped around Blaine’s waist while he carried the bags with his free hand. He felt a buzzing vibration coming from Blaine’s pants and realized it was the other man’s phone, probably ringing. “Blaine, your pho--” He pulled it out to hand to the man but stopped in his tracks when he realized what he saw on the screen. Blaine had dozens upon dozens of missed calls and unread messages, all from Kurt. “Oh.” His smiles faltered but he caught himself from frowning, reluctantly surrendering the phone to its rightful owner. “Are you… Are you going to call him back?” Just as he’d asked, the phone buzzed again with another phone call from Kurt. “Maybe you ought to answer it.”

Suddenly in the moment the reality of everything came crashing down on top of Sebastian. He wasn’t really Blaine’s boyfriend-- not yet, anyway. The man was still married to Kurt and it was very clear that Kurt had no intentions of letting go of Blaine without a good fight. Sebastian motioned away, gesturing that he would go sit and wait closeby with the newly acquired clothes while Blaine spoke on the phone. It was a conversation he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear but he still wanted to be nearby in case it got ugly. Maybe if Blaine was distracted, he could dash over to Kurt’s apartment as the speedster and steal his phone. At least then Kurt would leave Blaine alone for a little while.

Blaine Anderson:

When Blaine noticed that Sebastian was filming him, he giggled to himself and he began to show off a bit more for the camera, even pulling out some old Warbler moves for the taller when Sebastian took a step back to give him the spotlight. After a moment or two he even pulled him back to join him for a few steps. He was having so much fun shopping and dancing with Sebastian that he’d almost completely forgotten about the things he was dealing with behind the scenes with Kurt. He loved how Sebastian could just take him away and make it seem like they were the only two people in the entire world and nothing else mattered. It was exactly what Blaine had needed after how trying the day before had been. He danced with the taller and laughed with him, taking his phone at one point and snapping a few pictures of the both of them while they fooled around. He felt good when he tried on the clothes and Sebastian complimented him, he loved the way that Sebastian made him feel. He definitely did a nice job of making Blaine’s confidence level rise.

When they were finally done shopping and Sebastian told the retail worker to wrap up all of the outfits he had put together -including some lounging and sleepwear - Blaine felt spoiled. He stood there next to the taller as they waited to pay, slipping his arm around Sebastian’s and looking up at him with a smile. “Thank you for this, Seb.” He said, leaning his head on his shoulder and letting out a happy sigh. “I really appreciate this.”

Butterflies fluttered up around his tummy when Sebastian’s arm snaked around his waist and the words ‘my man’ rolled off his tongue effortlessly- he liked the way that sounded. Blaine liked the thought of being Sebastian’s man.  “Your man, huh?” He asked with a slight grin and a quirk of his eyebrow. “I like the way that sounds.” His smile fell when he saw the look on Sebastian’s face change to one of disappointment when he pulled Blaine’s phone out of his pocket. “What’s-” Blaine began to speak but before he could finish he noticed why. Kurt had been blowing up his phone all morning and it looked as if he hadn’t stopped well into the afternoon. Blaine rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he took his phone from Sebastian. “I’m sorry.” He said, a deep wrinkle setting in his forehead. Frowned when the other walked away from him, taking half of a step towards him automatically before stopping and looking down at his phone. Blaine was so mad at Kurt already and it only made him even more so that he had to go and spoil the afternoon he was having with Sebastian. 

Blaine glanced up at Sebastian before looking at his phone again, huffing and shaking his head. He tapped the button to reject the call as he went after Sebastian, turning his phone completely off, refusing to succumb to whatever drama Kurt was trying to bring him into. “Hey-” His voice was soft when he reached Sebastian, placing his hand on his arm to turn the taller to face him. “No, I’m...I’m not going to talk to him. You and I are spending the day together. His drama can wait.” Blaine said with a confident nod, shoving his phone into his pocket. “I don’t care to hear whatever he has to say.” And it was true- he really didn’t. He didn’t want to talk about what they were going through or whoever Kurt was seeing or what they were going to do. Blaine wanted to ignore it and have at least one day without all of that negative energy.

Blaine took a soft breath as he slipped his arm around Sebastian’s, leaning up to kiss his cheek before giving him a reassuring smile.“C’mon, let’s go get food or something. I’m starving after all of that dancing.”  He knew he had to deal with Kurt sooner or later but it wasn’t going to be that soon.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian had taken a step away to allow Blaine privacy but it’d only been a moment when he felt the warm touch of Blaine’s hand against his arm. Turning around immediately to give the man his full attention, the response garnered a genuine and reassured smile from Sebastian. For once, it felt like he was being put in front of Kurt-- that he was now the priority of Blaine’s life. He hoped that this feeling would soon become regular. His smile only widened when Blaine looped his arm with his, the kiss leaving the feeling of electricity running down his back.

“You know, I’m really thankful for you,” Sebastian mentioned as they made their way to the food court. “I know these clothes feel like a huge gesture and you’ll feel indebted to me or whatever but, really-- You don’t have to feel that. You do more for me than you know.” There was a moment between them where Sebastian could feel he’d filled the air with something more meaningful and sincere than their usual playfulness. It was different from their usual quirkiness or silly moments they shared together. The feeling caused Sebastian to chuckle breathily to himself and shake his head, needing to physically shake himself from the moment. “Any-anyway, I just wanted you to know. I’m having a great time with you.”

The two eventually arrived at the food court and Sebastian engorged himself on a delicious spread of junk food and sugary treats, even coaxing Blaine to get whatever it was his heart and taste buds desired. Though they continued to have fun with each other, the feeling from earlier still weighed itself heavy in Sebastian’s chest. He always knew he had a soft spot for Blaine and that he was “the one that got away” but having him around and very likely becoming a permanent part of his life gave him a brand new feeling he hadn’t experienced before. It was in his nature to ignore it or file it away to be addressed another time, so he and Blaine continued on their day of fun without delving too much into that conversation.

At the end of the day, both their hands were full of shopping bags filled with outfits and even a few knick knacks they had come across on their little mall adventure. Sebastian helped Blaine move into his bedroom and they filled the empty spaces in the drawers and closets with Blaine’s new clothes and Sebastian even made space for things that would help Blaine feel more at home. Now Sebastian’s home was filled with lots of things that belonged to Blaine and before he went to sleep that night, seeing Blaine’s new toothbrush at the bathroom sink brought a smile to Sebastian’s face. They ate together, they lived together, and they went to sleep together. It was a life that Sebastian would definitely get used to. The thought of the rest of their days being like this kept his goofy smile going even as they both fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.

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[anderstarblaine]

All of this divorce drama is really wearing me down. I have too much to do to be sitting in a coffee shop at 4am instead of sleeping in bed with my boyfriend. 

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[anderstarblaine]

The One with the Skirmish || Seblaine

Date: March 24th, 2017

Location: Baby Grand NYC and Seblaine’s Apartment.

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Blaine is bummed about not performing or being in the spotlight in a while so Sebastian takes him out to karaoke night at a bar in hopes to cheer him up. They encounter Kurt while at the bar and words are exchanged, leading to a scare.

skir·mishˈ /skərmiSH/ noun

1.an episode of irregular or unpremeditated fighting, especially between small or outlying parts of armies or fleets. synonyms: fight, battle, clash, conflict, encounter, engagement, fray, combat "the unit was caught up in a skirmish"

verb

1.engage in a skirmish."reports of skirmishing along the border" synonyms: fight, (do) battle with, engage with, close with, combat, clash with "they skirmished with enemy soldiers"

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Sebastian Smythe:

It had been a long time since Sebastian had been in the limelight. As a Warbler and egomaniac, Sebastian always appreciated being front and center with all eyes on him. He liked the way being in the Warblers made him feel and he knew all those feelings were felt a hundredfold in Blaine’s shoes. Blaine was born to perform and he noticed his boyfriend become a little withdrawn and down-in-the-dumps when the only one who had recently enjoyed his voice was himself and the showerhead. Sebastian suggested they go out to a bar-- just the two of them-- and have a little fun on karaoke night. He even brushed up on a little choreography that Blaine wanted to do onstage whenever they would sing a duet.

Sebastian found the perfect little place for the two of them to sing; a small bar found in Lower Manhattan, near Little Italy. The place would be intimate enough that he and Blaine could enjoy quality time together despite other patrons present. He debated whether they should sing “Uptown Girl” for old-time’s sake; Blaine was the type to melt at the feeling of nostalgia.

Before they left for the karaoke bar, Sebastian checked himself out in his full-sized mirror. He was sharply dressed-- well-fit black jeans coupled with an azure dress shirt-- but he knew he was missing something. The top button below his collar undone, he upturned the collar and grinned to himself. Throughout high school and college, he wore polos and favored popping the collar. When he moved on and got a job, however, he had to stop to appear professional. Sometimes he wondered if he should bring back the look. When Blaine emerged from the bathroom from fixing his hair, Sebastian turned to him and waggled his eyebrows. “Looks good, hm?” He asked, gesturing to his popped collar. “Remember when I used to wear my shirts like this?”

Blaine Anderson:

It had been a little while since Blaine had come to a halt with auditioning for anything Broadway or Off-Broadway related and it had been even longer since he had sang just for fun and he missed it. He missed just getting up on a stage and feeling whatever music he chose, closing his eyes and just letting go. Blaine always felt the most himself and most alive when he was on a stage-- even more alive than when he was Nightbird-- so when Sebastian suggested they go out for a karaoke night he was really looking forward to it.

He felt excited as he got dressed for the evening, going through his list of favorite songs in his mind as he donned one of his short-sleeved button-ups, tucking it into his favorite pair of red chinos and finishing off his look with a sheet music bow-tie.  After he was all dressed and he fixed his hair, he exited the bathroom. Blaine walked into the bedroom, adjusting his bow tie as his eyes went over his boyfriend who was standing in front of their big mirror, a smile tugged at his mouth. "Mmm, look at you." He said as he got close to Sebastian, chuckling softly as he bragged about his popped collar. "You look so handsome, babe." Blaine crinkled his nose as he reached up to Sebastian's collar, tugging it up gently. "You still insist on this popped-collar business, huh?" He tried his best to hide his half-grimace through a smile. Even though it went all through him when Sebastian wore his collar that way he was just too cute to reprimand for his poor fashion choices because despite them he was still extremely attractive. Shaking his head gently, he chuckled once more before tugging the taller closer by his collar and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"So, this place we're going to tonight, have you been before?" He asked as they made their way out of the apartment and downstairs to catch a cab. Judging by Sebastian's description of the place he had assumed he'd been there before but he was still curious, excited to try a new place. As they stepped out onto the sidewalk, Blaine showed his cab-catching skills once again by slipping the tip of his fingers in his mouth and whistling so loud that it echoed through the busy street. A smug smile settled on his face when not one, but two cabs stopped for him. He walked over to one of them, waving the other off politely before opening the door for Sebastian.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian knew even though Blaine tried his best to compliment him, he wasn’t digging the upturned collar. He knew it was an outdated look and even then it kind of made Sebastian look like an asshole. Before they left for the bar, Sebastian decided against the upturned collar, knowing he looked better without it. It wouldn’t be good if it looked like Blaine was dating a sleazebag; he didn’t want anyone trying to steal him away while they were at the bar.

“I haven’t actually been there before but I heard about this place from a co-worker and when I checked it out online, it had some pretty good reviews.” Sebastian replied to Blaine’s question. It was true that his opinion of the karaoke bar was purely based on word of mouth and whatever he’d found online but it seemed much more promising than the previous bar they’d visited. “It’s got four stars on Yelp and lots of people on there say it’s got great cocktails.” When they got downstairs, Sebastian pulled out his phone to show Blaine pictures. There was a lighted marquee sign above the bar that read, “Baby Grand”. He knew the atmosphere and aesthetic was right up Blaine’s alley.

A grin pulled at his lips when Blaine hailed for a cab, both impressed and slightly aroused at how much the man had mastered that art. “You’re extremely hot, y’know that?” He told Blaine as they got into the cab. “I don’t think I’ve ever met any New Yorker that can call a cab as well as you can.” Sebastian rattled off the address to the driver, who luckily was familiar with the bar and knew the shortest route off the top of his head.

It wasn’t a long drive to the club and when they arrived, Sebastian was a tad taken aback at how small the place was. Standing at less than 250 square feet, Sebastian wasn’t even sure they could actually fit an entire baby grand piano in the joint. Once they entered, they were face-to-face with the bar and the handful of patrons inside. It was only a few people short of becoming a full house, giving the impression that Sebastian made the right choice by arriving early. It was only a little past nine in the evening when they arrived. “Jeez, I didn’t realize how tiny this place was gonna be…” Sebastian grumbled to Blaine, slightly unhappy at the tight quarters. Before either could decide whether it was worth it to stay or find another bar, the bartender greeted the two of them cheerfully, ushering them to a tiny, open space at the bar.

“You two cuties lookin’ to do a little singing tonight?” The bartender, an older woman, asked the two men. She pulled out a binder marked “songlist” from under the bar and handed it to them with a wink of the eye. She seemed friendly and looking at the drink menu set in front of them, it was obvious why exactly this tiny little bar was so popular among locals. “The queue gets pretty long if you don’t hurry; what can I start you two off with to drink?”

Sebastian told Blaine that it was his treat tonight; he would pay for the drinks and whatever songs they decided to sing tonight, noting that the drink prices displayed were on the steeper side. It made sense that such a small place with very little foot traffic demanded a higher price for drinks but he hoped that at least part of it had to do with the quality of the drink. Knowing that alcohol did nothing to him anymore because of his heightened metabolism-- not to mention his useless neurologist had instructed he avoid alcohol until they could better understand the cause of his seizures-- Sebastian decided on a virgin Mojito.

“Do you know what you want to sing?” He asked, looking over to the little nook where the small karaoke machine sat. There was already someone singing along to Bryan Adams’ Cuts Like a Knife and a couple patrons seated along the opposite wall were singing along.

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine only nodded when Sebastian spoke of the karaoke bar. He trusted his boyfriend's judgment when it came to them going out, even though their last outing to a bar didn't go very well. He still wanted to give Sebastian the benefit of the doubt. And the pictures looked promising even though the place looked small, he was excited to experience something new with Sebastian. Blaine chuckled at Sebastian's compliment when they were seated in the cab, shrugging with a grin. "Well, what can I say? I'm a true New Yorker." He crinkled his nose.

When they arrived at Baby Grand, Blaine raised his eyebrows at the place when he saw how tiny the place really was. It was a tad jarring. When they stepped inside, it didn't take much time to look around and take in the entirety of their surroundings. Blaine could tell when he glanced up at the taller that he wasn't exactly thrilled with how the new place turned out to be, he took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Hey, don't grumble." He smiled sweetly at his boyfriend, shaking his head. "It's adorable. I like it." Blaine bit his lip as he looked around, observing the crowd, noting the mix of people their age and slightly older. It seemed like a decent enough place, he was certainly up for trying out the new place even though Sebastian seemed disappointed but he wouldn't make the taller stay if he really didn't want to. That was until the woman from the bar approached them and showed them the way to the only open space left at the bar, giving them the book of songs.

Blaine gave her his most polite, charming smile and thanking her for the help he ordered one of the club’s specialty drinks-- something with fruity flavors and rum. "We'll just sing one or two songs and then if we don't wanna stay we can find another karaoke bar- we can karaoke bar hop tonight if you want." He pressed his lips to Sebastian's cheek, slipping his arm around Sebastian's waist to lean into him as they looked at the list of songs in front of them. "Hmm," Blaine hummed, letting his pointer finger follow his eyes down the list before stopping on the song that caught his eye. "Oh, this one! You know that one, right?" He asked, his finger tapping the words Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift Ft. Ed Sheeran. Blaine had loved that song since it came out; it always made him think of Sebastian and he even had a deeper fondness for it now that they were together.

Blaine wrote down their name on the list of performers to secure their spot, glancing at the list again to see what else was on it. "Do you just wanna do the one or do you wanna sign up for two? There are enough slots open still right now."

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian almost felt like he should apologize since the bar was not what either of them expected. It seemed that even though the place was small, Blaine was making the most of their little adventure. He grinned excitedly at the suggestion of them going bar hopping; maybe they would find an amazing bar to frequent in the future. He hummed softly, a low thrumming in his chest as Blaine scooted closer as they perused through the song list together. He recognized songs throughout the pages but nothing really jumped out at him. Instead he relished in being close to his boyfriend and enjoyed the fact that they were on this date together.

When Blaine picked out a song for the two of them to sing, Sebastian nodded as he recognized the title. “Yes, I definitely know that one.” He knew the song well; while Blaine probably knew more Taylor Swift songs than him, Sebastian was probably more familiar with Ed Sheeran. Their collaborated song and its lyrics were something he’d attributed to Blaine though that was also true for many love songs. “Let’s just do the one for now and see how we like this place after we’ve had a few drinks.” He pointed to a flyer that advertised the bar’s “fortune cookie-oke” where anyone could buy a fortune cookie stuffed with the name of a random song. “We could do that. I also like the idea of going bar hopping; We can sing ‘til the sun comes up, killer.”

The bartender returned shortly with their drinks and made sure to enter the selected song into the queue. Sebastian handed off a few bills to pay for their drinks and the song. “To us,” he clinked glasses with his boyfriend. After a few more people sang, the bar began receiving a little more foot traffic and soon every seat at the bar and opposite wall were filled. People still filtered in and ordered drinks even if they couldn't sit. By then Sebastian had completely forgotten how tiny the little place felt, paying attention only to Blaine as they spoke and chatted animatedly about whatever happened to come up-- with them it seemed there wasn't ever a boring topic discussed. Before either of them knew it, their song was next.

Walking up to the karaoke machine, Sebastian handed off one of the microphones to his boyfriend. The patrons had their eyes on both of them, watching expectantly as the music started. Sebastian glanced over at Blaine with a smug look on his face, knowing that the bar had no idea how much talent was packed between them. Blaine had the first verse to himself which gave Sebastian some time to just watch his boyfriend perform. He watched with a proud look on his face, smiling brightly whenever Blaine turned to look his way.

Soon it was Sebastian’s turn to sing and he joined in, harmonizing with Blaine’s voice. As expected, their voices sounded sexy together and it was a damn shame they had waited this long to perform together. After the first chorus, Sebastian took the lead with the next verse. Though somewhat unpracticed, his voice still rang out bright and clear.

And all my walls stood tall painted blue And I'll take them down, take them down and open up the door for you

As they both sang to each other and Sebastian thrived in the feeling of being in the spotlight and finally singing a duet with Blaine, neither noticed that someone familiar had walked into the bar. Instead, Sebastian noticed that people were actively engaged in their performance, some even taking pictures or videos of them singing.

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine grinned when Sebastian agreed to his song choice, agreeing to the idea of just singing the one song and maybe splitting to go to a different bar. He definitely liked the idea of spending the night out with Sebastian exploring their city and maybe finding some place they could frequent to call their place. "To us." He parroted Sebastian's words as their glasses clinked, taking a generous sip of his drink, humming in satisfaction that the drink was definitely very well made and tasty-- worth the price.

He was having a really great time with Sebastian as they hung out together,  talking about everything and nothing all at once. They stayed close together in the cramped establishment, though it didn't seem so terribly small once they were in their own little world together.  The time was flying by, sharing laughs and comments about the singers ahead of them when they would watch or listen to whoever was performing.  By the time it was finally their turn to sing, Blaine's drink was empty and he was even more excited and relaxed at the same time.

Blaine took the microphone as Sebastian handed it over, an excited grin spreading across his face as they shared a glance. The excitement from being on the stage-- even if it was extremely tiny-- caused Blaine’s stomach to do flips. He felt nervous considering it had been awhile since he had sung anything in front of anyone that wasn’t on the casting committee of a show, but it was because of that very reason that he felt confident at the same time. Singing in front of a crowd just for fun felt so good; it gave him life and when the music started he could feel it begin to run through his veins, though his entire body. As he softly sang out the first few words of the song, he looked over at Sebastian and couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face.

It also felt great to finally be singing with Sebastian, especially this song that he had always secretly kept to himself as their song. The emotions that he felt in that moment were almost overwhelming as their voices melted together to sing.

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello." And your eyes look like coming home All I know is a simple name Everything has changed All I know is you held the door You'll be mine and I'll be yours All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

Blaine gravitated closer to Sebastian as they sang, gently running his fingertips down his forearm to lace their fingers together. Once again they somehow managed to block out everything else in the world and it was only the two of them singing their hearts out to one another in their own little world. Moments like that were the moments when he really allowed himself to feel the things he felt for Sebastian and he was definitely head over heels for the man. It wasn’t until the song came to an end when the audience started clapping and cheering for them, that he snapped out of it. He grinned and giggled softly, taking a bow before clapping for Sebastian. He was so wrapped up in the moment that he almost didn’t notice the woman from the bar earlier waving his way from the side of the stage closest to the bar with something in her hand. “They love you. You already have a song request, cutie!” She smiled brightly at him, handing him a fortune cookie. He recognized it right away from the flyer Sebastian had pointed out before.

His brow furrowed slightly and he chuckled. “Oh, wow, really? For me?” Blaine glanced at Sebastian with a shrug before opening it up. “Someone has given me a cookie-oke and let’s see..” He spoke in the microphone before breaking it open to reveal the piece of paper. The name of the song made his stomach churn slowly, his smile faltering. “Teenage Dream.” Blaine exhaled, chuckling nervously as he glanced at the audience before looking at Sebastian, scrunching his face a little and shaking his head. He didn’t want to hear that song ever again much less sing it; it was too close to Kurt and he didn’t want to put himself or Sebastian through the horribly uncomfortable three minutes and forty-seven seconds it would take to choke out that song. “I-I...I don’t really know that one too well. I wouldn’t feel comfortable.” He cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing a little at the awkwardness he felt so suddenly. “Maybe someone else--”

“Aw, c’mon Blaine!” He was interrupted by a very recognizable voice in the crowd that made his stomach drop and the color drain from his face. “You could sing that song in your sleep. You can do it! Woo!” Kurt cheered for him, clapping his hands together.

Blaine found Kurt in the tiny sea of people, making eye contact with him just long enough to cause a wave of nausea to hit him before he looked to Sebastian. All of a sudden he really wasn’t feeling the bar anymore and he wished it hadn’t been so tiny. There wasn’t much room for an escape when the place was so tiny-- meaning he would have to face his soon-to-be ex-husband.

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian had thoroughly enjoyed himself onstage, allowing himself to be fully submersed into the performance. He followed the other’s lead and pulled him closer-- the two of them just standing and looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. Their strong bond was obviously displayed for everyone to see and anyone who even just glimpsed at them could tell they were a close couple. It wasn’t until after the song finished and the applause from the bar broke Sebastian out of the spell that was Blaine Anderson. He clapped for Blaine and took a bow himself, the two of them true performers. When Blaine had been called to the side of the stage, Sebastian followed closely and one of the patrons asked him if they were professional singers. Though it was within Sebastian’s automatic response to gloat, he shook his head and modestly corrected her. “Not me; this guy will be one day soon, though,” he told the patron before pointing to his boyfriend.

When he looked over at Blaine, Sebastian noticed that he was holding one of those fortune “cookie-oke” things and a proud feeling filled his chest. It seemed Blaine’s fan club had its newest member. He looked over Blaine’s shoulder and watched as he broke open the cookie. He read the title of the song before Blaine even uttered it out loud. Sebastian had heard many things about this song. It was a song that Blaine once held very close to his heart and it had meant a lot to him. The song was forever tarnished because of one Kurt Hummel.

Sebastian spun around and scanned the bar for a familiar face as Blaine tried to politely decline to sing. As soon as he locked eyes with who he was looking for, he saw red. Kurt was pushing through the crowd of people and encouraged Blaine to sing the song, very clearly using the song against him. Without hesitation, Sebastian searched for his boyfriend’s hand and once he had it firmly in his hold, he pulled him in the direction of the exit. Even if they had to barrel right through Kurt, he wasn’t planning on letting the little weasel subject Blaine to this.

“You’ve sung that song more times than I can count,” Kurt stated, as the couple tried to move past him. Sebastian stopped in his tracks and grit his teeth as he glared at the shorter man, all of his negative feelings for him bubbling to the surface. Kurt was well-dressed for a night out and held himself in a way that just screamed “holier-than-thou”.

“Haven’t you already put Blaine through enough?!” Sebastian shot back, getting in Kurt’s face. He made sure to put himself directly in front of Blaine, wanting to shield him away. “You and I both know exactly what that song means and you’re an asshole for even suggesting he sing it.”

Kurt scoffed and an amused smile worked its way onto his face as he loosely crossed his arms over his chest. “That song is the cornerstone of mine and Blaine’s entire relationship and he’s sung it to me many times-- Even on our wedding night.” It seemed to please Kurt that from his perspective he was the one that married Blaine, not Sebastian. “And last time I checked, Sebastian: Blaine’s still my husband.”

“Yeah, some husband you are,” Sebastian shook his head and looked behind Kurt at the older man who was apparently accompanying him. “And who the fuck is this? The guy you’ve been cheating on Blaine with for the better part of a year?” The older man was as sharply dressed as Kurt, and Sebastian’s couldn’t help but notice the expensive gold watch donning the man’s wrist. The unnamed man just stared blankly at Sebastian, as if he was in no position to comment or that he couldn’t be bothered to address Sebastian’s questions. “Blaine might still be married to you but that’s just a legality at this point. If he’s your husband why is all of his stuff at my place and why does he sleep in my bed with me?”

At that point, Kurt’s expression changed and he frowned as if Sebastian’s last comment actually bothered him. He looked past the taller man, searching for his husband’s eyes. “Blaine, this is why you’ll never make it-- this mentality you have that keeps low-class company like this one here is what’s holding you back.” He looked away from Blaine to sneer at Sebastian, “But I should’ve known as soon as you left that he’d come swooping in to steal you away-- as if he hasn’t been waiting since high school for this to happen. Pathetic.”

 Blaine Anderson:

When Sebastian took Blaine's hand he held it tightly, letting him lead through the crowd. He didn't want to do this; he didn't want to see Kurt or talk to him. He had been avoiding him for a reason and he wanted nothing to do with any kind of conversation that Kurt had in mind for them. Blaine kept his eyes down as he followed Sebastian towards the exit, taking a deep breath to calm himself a little, hoping they could escape without any words exchanged but unfortunately Kurt just had to step in their way and say something else and Sebastian couldn't let it go unaddressed.

Blaine crossed his arms as Sebastian stood in front of him, feeling guilty that he felt like curling into himself rather than fighting his own battle. He only lifted his head after Sebastian spoke and Kurt spat back his own sass. He knew Sebastian would only get angrier as the exchange continued and he knew that Kurt wasn't going to be the bigger person; he was going to provoke them until he got the satisfaction of ruining their night even further. "Seb," He placed his hand on his boyfriend's arm, about to tell him to just ignore Kurt but he bit his tongue when Kurt threw the word husband into the conversation as if it meant anything anymore.

Blaine's forehead wrinkled as he looked at Kurt, listening to the words that he continued to spit at Sebastian, it was like he didn't even recognize him anymore. His eyes glanced to the guy standing behind Kurt, giving him a once-over and taking note of his appearance.  The guy was nice-looking, and judging by the way he was dressed he was obviously much wealthier than Blaine. Blaine figured that's where Kurt had been getting the money to pitch in for bills when they were still living together. It made him sick to his stomach to think of Kurt and that guy having sex just for Kurt to come home to Blaine and fight with him as if he was the one in their marriage that was screwing everything up. He tried his best to avoid eye contact with his almost-ex-husband but when he insulted Sebastian, Blaine locked eyes with him.

"You are truly something else, Kurt." Blaine said, stepping out from behind Sebastian, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "I can't believe you can be so petty after all that we have been through." His voice shook slightly, attempting to keep himself from getting too upset. He knew if he got upset enough he would begin to cry and no one-- especially Kurt-- would take him seriously. "For your information, Sebastian was there for me when you weren't. You know, while you were having sex with-- Who are you?" He asked, looking towards the older man behind Kurt. "Is he someone's grandfather? Who is he even? Did you meet him at one of your old folk's home excursions?" Blaine was surprised at his words but he didn't back down, allowing himself to feel the frustration and negative feelings he was earlier trying to suppress. "It doesn't make any sense to insult Sebastian for holding me back when literally I have only been with him for a couple of months-- where as I was with you the entire time I was trying to make it-- so you just insulted yourself."

Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine's remark, clearly offended by the snarky dig. Crossing his own arms he scoffed. "I see you've had quite the impression on my husband, Smythe." He looked at Blaine, shaking his head. "Look at how he's changed you already: singing in dive bars, picking fights in said bars. Not very classy, Blainey."

"You don't get to call me that anymore; you lost your right the moment you decided to have sex with someone else." Blaine bit back, glancing between the two men in front of him, a confused expression scrunching his face. "What is wrong with you anyway? " His question was directed towards Kurt's man-friend before turning his attention to Kurt again. "Does it not bother him that you still call me your husband? Or that you won't just sign the divorce papers? It doesn't make any sense. I didn't pick a fight in a bar; are you crazy?" He was genuinely confused by what was going on. He chuckled softly, uncrossing his arms and rubbing his face.

"He understands my situation and we have an ‘open-ish’ relationship. It's not a big deal,"  Kurt's forehead wrinkled. "Blaine, I wasn't going to sign anything until we talked." He sighed, reaching to take Blaine's wrist gently, attempting to capture his attention enough to make him focus on just him. "We haven't spoken since you left and all of a sudden I'm being served divorce papers and Santana and Sam are in my apartment taking your stuff? Was I really expected to just quietly sign the papers and let you go without any kind of fight? Honey, come on." Kurt put on his best performance, his voice was soft and probably would have been convincing for someone who didn't know the types of games he played. "We've been through so much together, you just want to throw it away? You know he's just going to leave you." He whispered the last sentence softer than his previous words.

Blaine's honey eyes were cast down to the floor as Kurt had a hold of his wrist, the words coming out of his mouth swirling around his head.  He didn't like the way Kurt spoke to him, it made him feel insecure and tense-- very reminiscent of the fights they would have when Kurt would manipulate Blaine into feeling guilty for whatever it was they were fighting about even if it wasn't his fault. The familiar guilty feeling started to creep in on him and it made his eyes begin to burn with tears, only making him feel more frustrated that Kurt still had any effect on him whatsoever. He closed his eyes tightly, taking a second to attempt and pull his thoughts together before he shook his head. "N-no. I just...why can't you just sign the papers and leave it? You are the one who decided to ruin our marriage. I tried so hard to keep it together, to fix it -- why can't you just sign the papers and leave me alone. Why does it feel like your one mission in life is to make sure I am always unhappy?"

 Sebastian Smythe:

While Blaine snapped at Kurt and told him off, Sebastian had his eyes trained on the latter with a deadly look in his eye. He was fuming at the fact that the man standing in front of him had the gall to point his finger at Blaine and blame him for a number of things when he was the one being unfaithful. When Kurt reached out to his husband and gently grabbed his wrist, the physical contact had Sebastian balling his fists at his sides. It felt like his body trembled with rage. He saw the way Blaine immediately shrank back it took everything in him not to punch Kurt square in the jaw.

Kurt looked hurt from what Blaine had said to him and he shook his head, a look of desperation across his face. “Blaine, I don’t want to make you unhappy--” he argued in an attempt to defend himself. Before Kurt could say anything further, Sebastian stepped in and pushed the two apart, severing Kurt’s hold on his boyfriend.

“Back off, Hummel.” Sebastian all but snarled, taking a step closer, well within Kurt’s personal space. “You don’t know Blaine and you don’t know me. I’m not going to be anything like you,” he jabbed his finger into Kurt’s chest, “I’m not going to leave Blaine! See, unlike you, I actually love Blaine.”

“As if you have even the slightest what love actually looks like.” Kurt slapped away Sebastian’s hand and scoffed. He copied Sebastian and took a step forward himself, causing the taller to step back. It was very clear that Sebastian hadn’t intimidated him and had every intention to stand his ground. “I’m not afraid of you, Smythe. I don’t know what crazy things you did or said to Blaine to get him thinking you’ve changed but I see right through you-- you haven’t changed one bit since high school; you’re still the same sleazy, evil bully you’ve always been. You don’t deserve Blaine.”

That last statement caused Sebastian to falter, uncertain of how to reply. All he knew was Kurt no longer had any place to say anything about Blaine. “Listen, asshole--” Sebastian had meant to take another step forward to intimidate Kurt but instead he lost his balance and staggered back, swaying enough that he reached out for something to grasp onto to steady himself. Amidst his rage, he had not noticed the fact that he was feeling light-headed-- outright dizzy, even. He shook his head and he could practically feel Blaine’s worried eyes boring through him even without looking in his direction. “Fuck...” His mind blanked and he suddenly forgot what he was about to say or even how to say it as he nearly fell back and suddenly felt Blaine’s hand shooting out and grabbing hold to steady him. He blinked and stuttered over his words, probably looking like an idiot.

“Look at you-- You’re an angry, drunk mess! Real classy.” Kurt looked from Sebastian to Blaine, as if trying to reason with his husband. “Blaine, you can’t possibly be serious about him; this is just some sick, messed-up way to get back at me, right?”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine noticed the way Kurt’s words affected Sebastian, the guilt inside of him growing into a bigger ball in his stomach. He felt awful for subjecting his boyfriend to this torment; he already knew how insecurities caused Sebastian to doubt their relationship, he didn't need Kurt in his face saying the very thing the taller feared every day.

He sniffled back the tears that had built up, shaking his head and frowning as he looked at Kurt. He was just about to add to their heated exchange when he glanced towards Sebastian as he staggered back. Blaine’s heart jumped into his throat and his stomach twisted. All of a sudden nothing else mattered but Sebastian. “Babe, whoa… Hey--” He firmly grasped his arm enough to make sure if he happened to fall over, Blaine could catch him. “Are you okay?” He asked stupidly, knowing that he wasn't. The first thought that came to him was that Sebastian was getting too angry and he was going to have another seizure-- right there on the floor of the bar. He had to get him out of there and away from Kurt; he needed to calm him down. “C’mere,” Blaine slipped his arm around the taller’s waist. It was probably a good time to leave anyway considering their argument had gained attention and it looked like they were about to be thrown out anyway.

“Oh, please, Blaine. You are--” Kurt began, but before he could finish, the shorter snapped at him.

“No, Kurt.” He said, his voice an octave higher and clearly angrier than before. Blaine's face was dead serious and not having it. His expression and voice clearly came as a surprise to Kurt as he jumped slightly as if startled. “You don't know anything.” That was the last thing he said before giving his boyfriend his full attention. “C’mon Seb.” He guided Sebastian out of the karaoke bar and walked him just a little way down to a nearby bench. “Sit, sit.” He ushered the taller to sit down, sitting with him. He placed his hands on each side of Sebastian's cheeks, making him look at him. “Hey, look at me.”

Blaine spoke in a soft voice to the other, gazing at him worriedly and yet focused with his honey eyes. He was scared to death of Sebastian having another seizure but he knew he had to hold himself together the best he could so he could calm his boyfriend down. “It's okay, calm down, okay?” He could still feel the heat from Sebastian's anger radiating from his cheeks as he caressed them gently with his thumbs. “Don't let him get to you; don't listen to him. He doesn't know anything. Just take a deep breath-- c'mon, breathe with me.” Blaine gazed into Sebastian's eyes and took a deep breath, nodding for the other to follow his actions, trying to calm himself down as well as he could feel his own hands trembling.

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian still had a lot to say to Kurt but suddenly Blaine was leading him out of the bar. Even with Blaine’s arm around his waist, he couldn’t walk straight and he nearly tripped. With Kurt no longer in his line of sight, Sebastian became very aware that there was something off about his surroundings. His entire body buzzed and he couldn’t seem to think straight-- all he knew was that he was angry at Kurt. He had barely heard what his boyfriend had said to him in the bar and it wasn’t until they sat down and he was staring into Blaine’s eyes that he realized he should be listening. He felt Blaine’s icy cold hands against his cheeks and realized it wasn’t that Blaine’s hands were cold but that his face was red hot. 

“Bl-Blaine, I’m fine,” he protested, still obviously worked up. “I just-- I just lost my footing, I’m fine. I probably just drank too much.” He tried to insist to Blaine that he was fine but in truth his head was spinning even from just sitting still on the bench. Kurt’s words echoed in his head loud enough to drown out any voice of reason coming from Blaine. He thought about how Kurt called him out on being a bully and for being unsuitable for Blaine. They were Sebastian’s own dark thoughts that plagued him for a long time, spoken out loud. It made Sebastian feel unworthy and he hated that those words came from Kurt Hummel. Usually, Kurt’s words would just roll off his back without a second thought but not this time. “I want to go back and tell Kurt--”

Something interrupted Sebastian: a tickling sensation that ran from his nose and down and over his lips. He instinctively wiped the underside of his nose, discovering a deep red staining his fingers. “... Fuck,” he swore as he pulled away from Blaine to wipe at his bloody nose, this time with his sleeve. The color was especially contrasted against his light blue shirt. This was just like the last time he fought with Nightbird-- a sudden, onset bloody nose with no discernable cause. He leaned back against the back of the bench and tilted his head back. The coppery taste of blood flooded his mouth as it ran down the back of his throat. He wasn’t sure what he was going to tell Blaine; this wasn’t the first time he had a nosebleed for no reason but it was the first time he had one in front of him.

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine shook his head, closing his eyes, about to protest Sebastian going back and saying anything more to Kurt at all. He wasn't worth the obvious heightening of his blood pressure and whatever words Sebastian had left to say to Kurt were definitely not worth the seizure he may or may not have. "No--" When he opened his eyes, he stopped talking, the worry that was building only tying itself into a bigger, heavier knot in his stomach. When Sebastian pulled away to wipe the blood that was dripping from his nose,  Blaine shook his head again. "Oh-oh my god, Sebastian." He lifted up on the bench just enough to reach into his back pocket and pull out his handkerchief.

"Babe, this is not from drinking too much." He said with a skeptical tone, wrinkling his forehead as he placed the cloth against the other's nose gently. "You only had one--" He remembered back to when they ordered their drinks and he furrowed his brow even further. "And it was a virgin. No." Blaine knew better than to think this was because of the non-alcoholic beverage his boyfriend consumed. He knew in his gut that the nosebleed had to be connected to the seizure somehow.

For a brief moment he thought it odd that this was the second time he'd been with someone whose nose was bleeding-- though with The Flash he had assumed it was because the superhero's own power caused his own nosebleed when Nightbird used The Flash's lightning against him. But still, the memory crossed his mind in that moment.

"You're dizzy-- just like when you had a seizure." His voice shook even though it was clear he was doing everything in his power to stay calm enough to handle the situation. It was weird to him, the way he reacted when things went wrong with Sebastian. When he was Nightbird, he knew how to handle situations with little to no emotion-- he had even saved Kurt once from a mugger in an alleyway as Nightbird and he didn't bat an eye. He was trained by his mother on how to handle himself in a crisis and the always seemed to falter when Sebastian was involved. It scared him because that meant Sebastian was his weakness- it even further solidified the fact that Sebastian could never know he was Nightbird, and no one could ever know Sebastian meant anything to Nightbird. Blaine feared any situation where Nightbird might have to step in to rescue Sebastian because he didn't know how he would react to it.

"Just… Just please calm down." He said, using the handkerchief to wipe away a little bit of the blood that trickled towards the taller's lip. Blaine tried his best to mask the fact that he was shaking internally because he was terrified of what this bloody nose might mean. He knew Sebastian and he knew his nose didn’t just bleed for no reason-- he didn’t have seizures for no reason. He also tried his best to keep the dark thoughts he’d had the last time away from his mind. Sebastian was still clearly upset about the heated exchange with Kurt and he needed him to calm down first and foremost. "Take another deep breath." He paused briefly to take a deep breath with the other. "I-I think we should call the hospital or your doctor-- m-maybe we should even take you to the doctor. Do...do you still feel dizzy?"

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian did as he was told, sucking in a deep breath through his mouth and exhaling slowly. He kept the offered handkerchief pressed to his nose but he knew it might not be enough before his nose decided to stop bleeding. He realized that he was scaring Blaine and that was enough for him to shift his anger for Kurt away, exchanging the emotion for concern for Blaine’s mental health. It wasn’t good for Sebastian to continue scaring him with these symptoms without anyone-- including his own doctor-- to provide answers.

“I’m fine,” Sebastian repeated, this time his voice was much calmer. He looked at Blaine and reached out with his non-bloodied hand to take hold of Blaine’s shaky hand. “Babe. I promise, I’m fine.” He tried to insist and knew he would need a little more to convince the other. “This isn’t my first bloody nose. I had another when I was feeling dizzy-- once at work-- and I called my doctor then. He said it sometimes happens for people that have seizures.” It was a white lie and Sebastian hoped Blaine wouldn’t do anymore research to prove it was something more concerning. He was taking a risk by revealing the fact that he’d had a bloody nose before but he’d rather have Blaine angry with him for not telling him than worried about him having another seizure. “I didn’t tell you the day it happened because I didn’t want you to worry. I’ll go to a doctor if it’ll make you feel better but I don’t need to. I’m not going to have a seizure-- I promise I’m fine.”

Saying the words “I’m fine” so many times made the man question it to himself because he’d said it so often that even he was beginning to doubt himself. The last time he had a bloody nose he was in a full-on physical brawl with a superhero but tonight all it took was one heated conversation in a bar. It was very clear his symptoms were unrelenting and might even be worsening.

He bit his lip when he realized he’d avoided Blaine’s last question because if he were truthful, he did feel dizzy and he wasn’t even sure he would’ve been able to stand on his own without tripping again. Now that he was calming down, Sebastian hoped his dizziness and bloody nose would go away. Pulling away the handkerchief after wiping away any excess blood still on his upper lip, it seemed his nose was still bleeding but the flow had slowed considerably.

“Let’s just go; don’t let Kurt or me or anything else ruin our night tonight. We can wait for my nose to stop bleeding and we’ll go to another karaoke bar.” Sebastian had hoped that despite the now bleak atmosphere both he and Kurt had created for Blaine, he could continue on with the night as if nothing had happened. He still felt guilty about their last outing and he didn’t want this one to be ruined as well.

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine furrowed his brow when Sebastian admitted to having a nosebleed one other time, the concerned feeling only worsening. He'd hit the point of worry that would cause him now to feel a bit nauseated. He attempted to swallow the feeling- he could let his feelings out some other way later on after Sebastian was taken care of and definitely okay. Shaking his head, confused, Blaine asked, "What? Why didn't you tell me? You only called him? Why didn't you at least go see him? What if something else is wrong?" His voice was thick and slightly shaky, his eyes glossed over with a thin layer of moisture.

"Sebastian..." Blaine sighed heavily before the taller spoke up again about going to another bar, his expression falling from concern to looking at Sebastian as if he were crazy. "Uh- are you joking? No, we're not going to another bar." Blaine shook his head once more. "We're either going to the doctor or home-- although I'm strongly leaning towards the doctor unless you can convince me otherwise." He said, noticing that Sebastian's nose was bleeding a considerably less amount, it only calming him slightly. "What exactly did the doctor say?" Blaine asked, "Is it just normal for someone to randomly start having seizures and dizzy spells and bloody noses?"

As he heard the words come out of his mouth it only scared him further and his hands were trembling only a little bit harder-- hard enough he could feel it through his whole body but not quite hard enough to be considered full-on shaking. It wasn't normal and it wasn't something he was knowledgeable about. He had done research but unfortunately the internet was only helpful to a certain extent; it could be caused by so many different things and there was basically nothing he could do about it. The thought crossed his mind of somehow getting a blood sample to Santana. She was the smartest person that Blaine knew and he thought maybe if anyone could help figure out what was wrong with Sebastian maybe she could. But he had no idea how he would even go about it; it was too bad that Santana and Sebastian had met before or else she could disguise herself as an actual doctor and he could trick him.

The thought of tricking Sebastian made Blaine feel guilty but he thought if Sebastian's doctor wouldn't be helpful he would have to find another way to do everything he could to take care of Sebastian and help him.

Blaine sighed softly, looking up from Sebastian to the street, slipping his fingers in his mouth to whistle loudly to hail a cab from the bench they were seated on. "We're not going to another bar." He reiterated as a yellow taxi pulled up to the empty curb and stopped for them. He looked to his boyfriend again. "Home or the doctor. How are you feeling?" He was reluctant to give Sebastian a choice in the matter but he didn't exactly know how to handle this either-- he knew that sometimes going to the doctor for things like this was an overreaction according to some he'd learned from on the internet when he did his research. But he wasn't sure how to judge when it was needed or when it was an overreaction. "I don't know what to do here-- only you know how you feel. Please don't lie to me." His voice was gentle as he placed his hand on Sebastian's leg, caressing it soothingly as he looked to his boyfriend with the same concerned look, the wrinkle still deep in his forehead.

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian was at a loss for words, realizing he’d dug himself a mighty deep hole. It was obvious that Blaine was distressed and beyond worried for his boyfriend’s well-being and a complete lack of answers wasn’t helping. Sebastian’s doctor was just as baffled when he first came into the hospital after being struck by lightning and it was to be expected since his speed abilities made every test result irregular. As long as Sebastian had his abilities, the ordinary doctors at the ordinary hospital wouldn’t be able to correctly diagnose him. Even Professor Garrick and Doctor Snow had difficulties determining the cause of Sebastian’s seizure or why he had nosebleeds or bouts of dizziness despite his healing factor.

“I don’t need to go to the doctor. Blaine, it’s the middle of the night and this isn’t an emergency.” Sebastian took the handkerchief away from his nose and looked his boyfriend in the eye. He wanted the other to know he wasn’t worried about what was happening to him so Blaine shouldn’t be either. It wasn’t that he was being careless but that this wasn’t out of his depth and he could handle whatever it was that was happening to him. “I didn’t go to the doctor because it didn’t feel important at the time; I was dizzy and had a little nosebleed but then it stopped and I was fine-- no seizure. I called my doctor and I told him about the bloody nose and he said it’s not uncommon in those with epilepsy-- those that have a brain abnormality or seizures. He thinks all of this is most likely a product of the lightning strike since it’s all happened afterwards.” It didn’t feel good to lie to Blaine but he’d done his own share of research on the Internet and had two doctors that closely monitored his symptoms; the medical facts weren’t a lie. Though Sebastian wasn’t sure his condition could really be defined as epilepsy, the word had been said from his know-nothing neurologist before and it wasn’t a stretch. “After everything that happened, maybe I’m not… normal… anymore.” Sebastian tried to imply that his dizzy spells might reoccur in the future and the fact wasn’t alarming. He wanted to prepare Blaine that until Garrick and Snow could come up with a solution, his symptoms could continue.

With Blaine adamant about ending their night out, Sebastian knew he would need to relent. He knew he needed to be honest with his boyfriend. “I’m dizzy but I’ll feel better soon.” He told Blaine with confidence, motioning for him to get into the car. Sebastian pushed himself onto his feet and only swayed slightly. Though still unbalanced, he managed to find his footing. Once inside the car, he gave the driver the address to their home and gave his boyfriend a genuine look. “Look at me. I’m still me-- nothing’s going to happen to me.” He leaned over and brought his boyfriend into a tight hug. “I promise.”

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine sighed heavily when he finally got Sebastian into the cab, the fact that he was still dizzy and walking with a bit of a sway didn't make him feel any better about not taking him to the doctor right away but he wanted to give Sebastian the benefit of the doubt, wanting to trust him. Once he was seated in the cab himself he looked at his boyfriend in the eyes, taking a deep shaky breath before giving him a soft smile and a weak nod. "O-okay," His voice was quiet as he hugged Sebastian back, holding him tight with his eyes closed. Blaine was actually more than happy to go home after the night they'd had, he felt so exhausted and he already knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep for worrying about Sebastian.

"I love you," Blaine whispered, turning his head to nuzzle it against the taller's neck, breathing him in for a moment. The memories of the night Sebastian had a seizure flashed through his mind and made his stomach churn. His hands were still trembling slightly, the memories doing nothing to calm him. He truly hoped that Sebastian’s sudden seizure-dizzy-spells-bloody-nose episodes were something they could figure out how to manage and get under control; it was so hard to see Sebastian go through this awful thing and it was hard on his own emotional health. Blaine took a soft breath before lifting his head, sniffling softly as he rested his head on Sebastian’s shoulder, sitting as close to his boyfriend as he possibly could, lacing their fingers together. He stayed quiet for a long moment, his mind racing with thoughts of the night and Sebastian’s health and all of the things that could be wrong and go wrong. He didn’t know how he was supposed to handle this situation- he felt very lost. He didn’t know the right and wrong things to do or say or even think. Blaine didn’t want to voice his darkest thoughts in fear that if he said them out loud they may come true.

He made note of when Sebastian got really angry he began to feel dizzy and his nose started bleeding, thinking it was related to stress and high blood pressure. That didn’t exactly fit with the lack of sleep theory he’d come up with, hoping that if he could just help him watch his sleeping habits they could avoid another seizure. Now all of these other reasons were piling up and it was heightening his anxiety. Thinking for a moment over the signs he’d noticed, he wondered what had happened the last time Sebastian had a nosebleed. “Hey,” He sniffled, lifting his head to look at the taller. “You said this happened before, right?” Blaine began, fiddling with Sebastian's hand in his own. “What...what happened to cause it, do you think? What happened that day?”

Sebastian Smythe:

“I love you too, Blaine,” Sebastian murmured quietly. The taxi ride home was quiet, neither of them speaking for a long while. It seemed the driver had been well-aware of the palpable tension between the couple, remaining silent as he kept his focus on the road. Sebastian was deftly aware that his boyfriend was emotionally shaken, both from their encounter with Kurt and it only worsening when Sebastian displayed worrying symptoms. Without saying anything or Blaine having said anything, Sebastian could immediately tell the other was thinking of the night only a couple of weeks ago. The experience had been traumatic for the both of them in different ways.

At night after Sebastian closed his eyes to sleep, the fears of him having another seizure scared him and sometimes kept him awake. It definitely helped that Blaine was right there in bed with him so he would often close his eyes and let himself be surrounded in his boyfriend’s presence until he eventually drifted off to sleep. Knowing that Blaine himself was already very worried for him, Sebastian chose to not share those fears and instead put up a brave face. It was easier for him to minimize the symptoms and his condition, knowing that in doing so he might reduce Blaine’s worries. He told himself doing so would prove helpful in the end.

Sebastian held onto Blaine’s hand, his thumb almost subconsciously drawing little circles into the top of the other’s palm. He tried his best to hide the bloodstains on his sleeves, wanting to keep as much of his condition out of sight and out of mind. When Blaine finally broke the silence and asked about the last time he had experienced a nosebleed, Sebastian frowned. He was now backed into a corner and had to lie to his boyfriend even further. It was the worst part about being a metahuman.

“I got into an argument,” Sebastian answered, staying as close to the truth as possible. “Things got a little heated and I probably yelled a little.” He remembered how he’d run away from Nightbird. “It just kind of happened in the middle of the argument and then I got dizzy; It honestly wasn’t that big of a deal but I let my doctor know. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry.” He hoped Blaine wouldn’t be too mad that he’d kept this fact from him. He hoped that Blaine understood it was because he hadn’t wanted to cause unneeded stress and worry. “I was alright in the end that time and I’m alright now. I promise nothing’s going to happen so please don’t stress out, okay?” Sebastian’s tone of voice was calm and caring, his free hand coming up to twine around the nape of Blaine’s neck. Resting his forehead against Blaine’s, he let out a calming and even breath. “I promise.”

 Blaine Anderson:

Sighing softly, Blaine closed his eyes as Sebastian told him his recollections of the last time he had such a nosebleed, it further solidifying his high blood pressure and temper theory. He opened his eyes to look down at their hands, still fiddling with the taller’s fingers gently. “Okay, so, anger triggers it… Which means it’s probably blood pressure related. We need to keep your blood pressure down, maybe try counting to ten before blowing up at someone at work or an ex-husband.” Blaine said softly, nodding. “Maybe they can give you something for that? I don’t know... I’m not a doctor. I don’t know how this works but certainly there is something they can do so we don’t have to constantly live in fear of you having another seizure.”

Blaine sighed again softly, lifting his head, shaking it gently. “I mean...m-maybe we could find someone to sell us weed; I know it’s not legal here but that doesn’t mean we can’t get it. I know plenty of shady people who can help out-- you know I’ve heard that it works really, really well for people with seizures.” Blaine was talking a tiny bit faster than usual as his brain worked quickly, the stress and anxiety from the day and the past week or so really weighing heavily on him. “I heard of a lady moving her entire family to Colorado because at the time it was the only place that she could legally get it for her son who had a horrible case of epilepsy. It helped so much that they moved. Maybe it could help you.”

He shrugged his shoulders a bit as he looked at Sebastian, the worry very evident in his glossy eyes even though he was doing his best to hide it. He was extremely worried about his boyfriend but he was also in think mode, trying to figure out the best way to find out how to help Sebastian. “I don’t know… I just don’t want you to have to live with this for the rest of your life.” Blaine’s eyes were cast down and his voice was soft as he sniffled, “I don’t want it to get worse.”

He looked up at the taller as they approached their apartment building, placing one of his hands on Sebastian’s cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb. “How are you feeling now? Are you feeling okay?” Blaine asked gingerly, the wrinkle in his forehead becoming permanent it seemed.

 Sebastian Smythe:

While Blaine tried to diagnose Sebastian’s condition on his own, the latter remained quiet. He knew whatever drugs his neurologist would prescribe him wouldn’t do anything to him; his heightened metabolism would negate any treatment the medicine should deliver. His eyebrows lifted at the mention of possibly getting ahold of some weed to self-medicate. When Blaine claimed to know a shady bunch of people that might be able to acquire them with marijuana, Sebastian couldn’t help but quirk a surprised smile. Sebastian had no idea if he could even get high due to his powers since alcohol didn’t do anything to him, but he was definitely interested in Blaine’s interest in marijuana.

“I would definitely be down for getting high as long as you’d be getting high with me,” Sebastian told his boyfriend. They’d both gotten high before and it wasn’t news that they both enjoyed a good toke every now and then. Maybe a little marijuana would help calm Blaine’s nerves and worries; a good high could take all of this off of his mind. “I have to say, though, I’m a little concerned about these… ‘shady connections’ that you seem to have. Care to elaborate?”

Sebastian placed his hand over Blaine’s as he leaned into his touch, humming softly with a slight smile. “Right now, I feel really great. I have you and I just sang a duet with you in front of a crowd-- who really loved us, by the way-- and now you’re suggesting we get some weed.” It was true that he was actually beginning to feel better. The worst of the dizziness had passed and by the time they reached the apartment, he would have full control and balance again.

When the taxi stopped in front of their apartment, Sebastian paid the driver and looked at his boyfriend. “I promise that I’m feeling a lot better.” He rubbed at Blaine’s furrowed brow with his thumb, a silly attempt to rub it away. “All this worrying will get you some premature wrinkles, babe. I suggest we go upstairs to our home and stop all this worrying.”

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine chuckled softly when Sebastian promised to get high as long as he joined him, a couple of moments from their past flashing through his mind. The first time he'd ever gotten high was with Sebastian and it was definitely a good experience, one he thought of often. When Sebastian asked him to elaborate on his previously mentioned shady connections, Blaine was kicking himself. He didn't have any shady connections in his civilian life, all of the shady characters he knew were of the super-being category. His mind moved quickly to cover what he'd said, shaking his head. "Oh, well, I know that-- um-- Santana. Santana has connections, I've heard her talk about how she and the girl she's dating get high sometimes. She could help us for sure. I'll ask her if you want me to." He nodded. Good cover.

He smiled softly at Sebastian, a tiny bit relieved that he was feeling better. "I'm happy you're feeling better. Despite that little blip, tonight was amazing. I loved singing with you and I really want to do it again." He rubbed his thumb slowly back and forth over Sebastian's cheek before leaning in to leave a soft kiss on his lips. Blaine giggled softly as his boyfriend when he attempted to rub his furrowed brow flat, thinking it cute. He gave the other a soft nod in a agreement. "Yes, let's go." Blaine thanked the cab driver before getting out and going around to open Sebastian's door, taking his hand to help him out of the cab. He kept a close eye on him as he stood up, staying close to him so that if he happened to lose his balance again, Blaine would be right there to catch him. "You okay?" He asked, he realized that he sounded and acted like a hovering mother but he didn't care. All he cared about was that Sebastian was okay.

Slipping his arm around Sebastian's waist, he stayed as close as possible as they made their way into the building. He went over the events of the evening, sighing softly. While it was true that the night was great-- going out and singing together was incredible. But it did disappoint him that Kurt showed up and ruined their night; it hurt him to know that Kurt could be so cold as to show up and call him out in front of a crowd of people and humiliate him in front of them and his boyfriend. As if he hadn't humiliated him enough by making him look and feel like the biggest chump in the world by cheating on him for the last year of their relationship. All of those feelings that came with being around Kurt-- the hurt, the humiliation, the betrayal, the insecurities, the feeling as if he were lower than the dirt on the ground-- all balled up inside of his stomach and rested there. Glancing at Sebastian as they went up to their apartment, he felt undeserving. He didn't feel good enough for Sebastian; why did he deserve to fall back onto the perfect guy after he had so badly messed up his last relationship? He didn't, and Kurt was right. Sebastian would eventually realize that he wasn't good enough and he would leave him. That he would deserve.

As Blaine had his self-deprecating thoughts, his body language changed slightly. He felt sad deep inside to his core. He did his best to hide it so he could focus on getting Sebastian inside and to their room to get him more comfortable. "D-do you think you can get undressed or do you need help?"

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian rolled his eyes at the mention of Santana-- of course she was the one that would hook Blaine up with drugs if needed. He wouldn’t be surprised if she was involved in some kind of Latino gang. “I don’t trust getting any drugs from her connections. If we’re getting high then I know a guy; I’ve known him since college so I know his stuff’s good.”

He smiled into Blaine’s soft kiss and when Blaine offered his hand to help Sebastian out of the car, he gratefully accepted it even though he felt he didn’t need it. When Blaine hovered around him and wrapped an arm around his waist, Sebastian didn’t protest. He could feel his boyfriend’s watchful eye boring holes into him. “I’m okay, B.” He reassured, draping his arm around Blaine’s smaller frame. “I told you I feel better; I meant that. I’m not even dizzy anymore.

The elevator ride up to the apartment was somewhat quiet; the two keeping to their own thoughts. The night had gotten off to a great start but by now it had effectively fizzled out. Between Sebastian’s seizure scare and Kurt’s unexpected appearance, the night had soured despite the few nice memories the couple had made together. Sebastian could tell as soon as they stepped over the threshold of their home that Blaine was still very worried and very sad. He placed a hand on the small of Blaine’s back once the door was shut behind them. “I can get undressed myself; you don’t need to worry about me. C’mere.”

He led Blaine into their room and sat him down on the bed. “I think we need to talk about what happened tonight-- Namely, Kurt. I can tell what that asshole said tonight is getting to you but you can’t.” Sebastian took hold of the other’s hand and held it tight. “Remember, he’s a cheater and a liar. Look at tonight: He tried to manipulate you and talk you back into your marriage with his side guy literally standing right next to him. He has no morals and no dignity.” Although Kurt’s words had somehow managed to even singe the typically impenetrable Sebastian Smythe, those insecurities had always been deeply rooted within the latter and over the years he’d gotten quite used to burying them. They would be dredged up and addressed later but Sebastian was simply better at pretending everything was alright. “Babe?” Sebastian lifted his eyebrows and looked at his boyfriend with a meaningful look.

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine sighed heavily as he sat down on their bed, his eyes cast down to the floor. As Sebastian spoke he didn’t want to look his boyfriend in the eye as they spoke about Kurt and how he made him feel. He felt insecure and supremely vulnerable in that moment and he was uncomfortable. Kurt had made him feel guilty for fighting at the bar, as if he was the one who started it. He felt worthless and problematic, as if he had caused everything to go wrong in his and Kurt’s marriage and he also felt responsible for making Sebastian’s night go sour-- for bringing all of this disgusting drama into his life.

Eyes filling with tears, a shrug pulled up Blaine’s shoulders. “I-I don’t know..” He sniffled, looking down at their hands. “I just feel awful about tonight… About everything.” He didn’t know how to put his feelings into the right words to make Sebastian understand him better; he knew that his mind was messed up because of the emotional trauma that he’d been through with Kurt and somewhere inside of him he knew it wasn’t all his fault but that part was hardly a whisper compared to Kurt’s yelling voice inside of his head telling him otherwise.

“I feel like this is all my fault,” He said, taking his hand away to rub as his eyes, running his hands through his hair with a deep breath. “I can’t help but feel like tonight wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t just barged into your life with all of my baggage. I mean-- what if me being back in your life is causing the stress that’s caused you to have these seizure scares?” He asked, the rational part of his brain leaving with every anxiety-ridden breath he took. His voice became watery as tears bubbled up high. “Had I been better at being a husband, Kurt wouldn’t have cheated on me. If I had sucked it up and gotten a real job, we wouldn’t have fought. Our marriage would’ve ended because we weren’t compatible anymore, not because I wasn’t good enough. You were minding your business-- living your life-- and I showed up to cause you pain...once again.”

Blaine sniffled again, kicking off his shoes and pulling his legs up onto the bed to cross underneath him. “I honestly don’t know why you would give me a second chance after everything I’ve done; I mean... look what I cause.” He gestured vaguely to indicate the night’s events. “I’ll just eventually drive you away like I did him.” The last sentence was mumbled under his breath as he stared down at the bed, still avoiding eye contact with his boyfriend. Tears rolled down and over his cheeks as his forehead wrinkled in a pout.

 Sebastian Smythe:

A deep frown worked its way onto Sebastian’s face as he listened to his boyfriend, every word weighing heavily in his heart. It pained the taller man to hear how distressed and upset Blaine’s soon-to-be ex-husband made him feel, even said ex-husband was already out of the picture. The fact that in a span of what was probably no more than five minutes altogether, Kurt could destroy what self-confidence Sebastian had spent the better part of a couple of months to build up. Blaine had already been discouraged and even went so far as to change his entire career path because of his low self-esteem. It was frustrating that after such a short exchange with Kurt, it seemed they were back at square one.

“This isn’t your fault,” Sebastian was very adamant about this fact. For Blaine to even suggest that he was the root of his physical ailments was ridiculous and it made Sebastian even angrier at Kurt. “If you hadn’t come back into my life, I’d probably still be in a hospital bed, comatose or possibly even dead. You coming back in my life is the best damn thing to ever happen to me and I’m not going to have either one of us regretting it.” By the time Sebastian ended his sentence, he was beginning to get worked up again. Having Blaine even think that he would one day drive Sebastian away was frustrating. The fact infuriated Sebastian and he was beginning to think he should’ve sucker-punched Kurt when he’d had the chance.

Sebastian frowned and he brought his thumbs up to wipe away at Blaine’s tears. “I’m not going anywhere.” He gently brought Blaine’s head up until they were looking into each other’s eyes. Seeing Blaine’s beautiful golden eyes look so sad with tears spilling over struck a chord with Sebastian and it made his insides twist up. He could feel Blaine’s sadness exuding from him. “Tonight wasn’t your fault and you’re not going to ‘drive me away’. I gave us a second chance because I love you; it’s as simple as that.” Sebastian resolutely declared, the certainty in his voice coming through clear and true. “Get it yet? I love you, Blaine. Nothing could ever keep me away from you.”

 Blaine Anderson:

As Sebastian spoke, Blaine did his best to listen. He wanted to hear the words Sebastian was saying. He wanted his sweet, loving words to be louder than Kurt's hurtful words. He wanted to feel the love Sebastian was trying to give him and forget all of the negative things he was feeling.  He tried so hard to hear that none of it was his fault and that Sebastian loved him and would never leave him.  When Sebastian lifted his head he let himself look his boyfriend in the eyes finally, tears still in his eyes.

Despite the way his stomach twisted with sadness, he felt lucky to have come home with Sebastian-- with someone who cared enough to at least try to make him feel better. Blaine nodded gently, giving a weak smile. "I love you, too." His voice was soft before he sighed again.  "Can...can we just lie down?" He asked, sniffling. "I don't feel very good right now." He felt guilty that Sebastian's words did only a little to make him feel better, his sadness and insecurities deeply rooted deep within himself from the past few years he'd spent feeling worthless with Kurt. "I-I really just want to be in bed with you."

The shorter moved to the other side of the bed so he could get under the blankets, pulling on them so Sebastian would join him. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess." He apologized, rubbing at his eyes, attempting to wipe away his tears. Blaine's stomach churned with a nauseating feeling-- the words from the night and past fights with Kurt still echoing in his mind-- the feeling of not being enough making him feel sick. "I have a lot of issues-- a lot more than I used to." He didn't like Sebastian seeing him in such a way; it made him feel more and more insecure with every moment that passed. He needed to pull himself together and focus on what was in front of him and nothing else. Unfortunately, the harder he tried not to think about it, the more he did and the sadder he got.  More tears began to well up in his eyes and he brought his hands up to cover his face, not wanting the taller to see him cry over something so stupid. "I'm sorry." He whispered through a shaky breath.

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian frowned again when his words went apparently unheard and Blaine remained down-in-the-dumps. Even though he knew there would be no easy fix to undo whatever insecurities Kurt had made Blaine feel all over again, somewhere in Sebastian’s mind he’d selfishly hoped that he had the ability to turn things around in an instant. Feelings were much more complex than Sebastian had stacked them up to be.

Toeing off his shoes and kicking them away somewhere, Sebastian quietly agreed to getting into bed. He removed his shirt and let it fall somewhere, unconcerned with treating the blood stains before they set. Maybe he would end up throwing the shirt away instead but all that mattered to him was taking care of Blaine. The man lying down with him wasn’t the one he knew years ago; Blaine’s confidence was shot and he had a mountain of internal problems that had manifested and festered for years thanks to Kurt’s behavior towards him. Sebastian wasn’t the best at reading people but he knew just from being with his boyfriend that it would take a lot of time and effort to bring Blaine to his usual self. Regardless of the amount Blaine had changed, Sebastian’s feelings remained the same and were stronger than ever. If anything, his heart swelled even more for the other.

“You don’t have to apologize, B.” Sebastian spoke in a soft and soothing voice as he cuddled up next to Blaine. He gently wrapped his fingers around Blaine’s wrist and attempted to pull his hands away so he could see Blaine’s face. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m kind of a mess, too. You could even say we’re two peas in a pod.” Seeing Blaine so sad really affected Sebastian that his own eyes were glossed over and wet. “I promise that even with both of our issues, I’ll be here. You aren’t going to drive me away and I’m not going to leave.” Sebastian offered Blaine a hopeful smile, trying one more time to make his boyfriend feel a little better.

 Blaine Anderson:

When Sebastian got into bed next to Blaine and pulled his hands away from his face, Blaine allowed himself to look at Sebastian, hearing the words that were coming out of his mouth and letting them comfort him ever so slightly. With a gentle nod, the shorter attempted to sniffle away some of his tears but to no avail. “O-okay.” He whispered in response to Sebastian’s promise to never leave him. Part of him truly believed the other, but the other part of him knew that there was no way even Sebastian could promise such a thing. Sebastian could just not be aware of it now but someday he would get sick of Blaine just like Kurt did; Kurt didn’t start out thinking he would leave Blaine. He loved Blaine, too. That scared him.

With a shaky sigh, Blaine wiped at his face one more time to rid the last bit of the tears left. Even though he still felt awful, he didn’t want to cry over this any longer, especially in front of Sebastian. He placed his hand on Sebastian’s chest, his thumb automatically going to the scar the lightning had left, like a magnet, gently rubbing it. “I don’t think you’re a mess. We just have some issues and that’s okay.” He nodded softly, giving the taller a small smile. “We’ll be okay as long as we’re together.” Blaine stayed quiet for a few long moments, slipping his arm around Sebastian’s waist and burying his face against his neck, allowing himself to close his eyes for a moment and just breathe in his boyfriend. Sebastian’s presence was very calming for him and it was something he wasn’t used to; he had never been able to take comfort in someone’s existence before and it was nice.

After a moment, Blaine opened his eyes to look at Sebastian, taking a soft breath and smiling gently. “You’re a really good guy, you know.” He offered, thinking of how he couldn’t remember the last time he had insecurities and someone didn’t just agree with him to make him feel even worse. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt comforted by someone the way Sebastian comforted him. “I’m really thankful for you.” His voice was soft as a whisper before he pressed his lips against Sebastian, kissing him sweetly.

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian watched as Blaine carefully thumbed over the scar on his chest, aware that the man had so much that plagued his mind. Between Kurt antagonizing him and having a boyfriend whose diagnosis was unclear, it was surprising that Blaine wasn’t more unstable and broken. Sebastian silently promised to himself that he would do his best to keep Blaine from worrying. While he wanted to keep Blaine’s issues with Kurt between the two of them, he felt if he needed to step in then he would without hesitation. He still felt that his condition wasn’t cause for serious worry; he kept track of how many hours he slept and made sure to eat enough that he wouldn’t unexpectedly faint. Besides the dizzy spells which manifested whenever he became too worked up or whenever he exerted himself too much, he was in tip-top shape. He could still run around the entire island of Manhattan without getting out of breath and he could go Mach 2 without breaking a sweat. By all accords it would appear he was a healthy speedster.

When Blaine nuzzled against him and buried his face into the bend of Sebastian’s neck, the latter slipped his arm over and around Blaine’s side. His hand moved up and rubbed the smaller man’s back, holding him close. Sebastian swore that he could feel Blaine’s body actually relax within his hold. He liked that he had that sort of power over Blaine-- that his mere presence alone was enough to calm him and make him feel safe.

As Blaine drew him in for a kiss, Sebastian reciprocated and kissed his boyfriend back softly, relishing in the feeling before slowly pulling back and looking into the other’s eyes. “I’m thankful for you too,” he murmured quietly, in a low voice for only Blaine to hear. “We’re always going to be together so we’ll always be okay. I promise.”

That was one promise Sebastian intended to keep no matter what lengths he had to go through to keep it. As long as he was alive, he would always protect Blaine. He promised that he would make sure he and Blaine were okay.

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine smiled to himself and he let out a soft breath of relief. It seemed that Sebastian was just the medicine he needed to feel better. After those few moments of cuddling, the soft words, and the feeling of the taller’s lips against his, it did wonders for his anxiety and he began to feel like he was coming back down to Earth instead of spinning out of control.

“Mm,” He hummed, biting his lip gently as he pulled Sebastian closer. “You make me feel better. What kind of magic is that you use?” Blaine smiled, his golden eyes fluttering to look up at the other. The fact that someone could ground him so well with little effort was comforting; it was unfamiliar and he definitely could get used to it.

As the feeling of being able to breathe again settled in his chest and lungs, he took a deep breath. Shaking his head, Blaine spoke as he gently caressed Sebastian's side. “I'm glad you don't let Kurt ruin us. I don't want him to ruin us. I really don't want to even think or talk about him. I want to put him behind me and just move on. He's spoiled enough of my time with you.” Blaine rolled over onto his back to look up at the ceiling, raising his arms above his head to stretch his tired body. He was thankful there hadn’t been any sign of trouble for Nightbird to tend to because he didn't think he could muster up the energy to fly anywhere and have any more confrontations with anyone.

Letting his hands run down his face gently, he turned his head a little to look at his boyfriend. “I wanna take you on a date.” He said softly, doing his best to shift the conversation as to avoid anymore feelings of anxiety for the night. “I know we have gone out but, like, I wanna take you out on a date. Y’know?”

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian smiled wide when his boyfriend mentioned that he was feeling better. He hoped those words were true and that he could continue to keep Blaine’s mind away from his soon-to-be ex-husband. At the mention of magic, Sebastian smirked. “I am an expert in the dark arts; it's black magic. Surprise, surprise-- I'm a dangerous warlock.” He joked and chuckled at the idea of him in dark robes, holding a candelabra in a shrouded room. “I need a human sacrifice to keep my powers so it's actually perfect that we ran into Kurt.” Of course Sebastian was only joking but he had half a mind to get rid of Kurt somehow so they wouldn't need to deal with him anymore. The better part of Sebastian's conscience told him there was a right way to do things and that definitely didn't include the Flash.

“All joking aside, I definitely won't let him steal anymore time away from us. I did my share of waiting for you two to be over with and now it's my turn.” Sebastian tightened his hold around Blaine's waist just a smidge, grinning devilishly. “No more mentioning ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’,” Sebastian agreed, wanting to get off the subject of Kurt just as much as Blaine did.

Sebastian watched with admiration and lust as Blaine stretched his body, his eyes wandering up and down as he watched the way the other’s body moved. He was very attracted to Blaine and appreciated the man’s body more so than any other individual he'd ever seen. “A date--” He repeated Blaine's words, “Like what sort of date? You mean more than just a meal and foreplay?” He winked at his boyfriend and knew exactly what he meant. They'd spoken about going out together on an honest-to-God date but between their busy schedules and Sebastian's recent seizure, they still hadn't had the chance to do so yet. “So? What exactly did you have in mind for this date?”

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine couldn't help but giggle as Sebastian joked about being a wizard practicing the art of dark magic, the image of Sebastian actually being a warlock of sorts going through his mind and amusing him enough to make him laugh. He appreciated his boyfriend’s sense of humor and the fact that he would say silly things just to make him smile or laugh when he was feeling down. When Sebastian referred to Kurt as ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’ he had trouble stifling even more giggles as they escaped his lips. “Okay, okay, no more talk of my future ex-husband, Voldemort.” Blaine smiled as he leaned over to press his lips against Sebastian’s for a soft peck before lying back again.

After a soft yawn, Blaine rubbed at his eyes gently before rolling onto his side and propping his head up on to his hand, his elbow resting against the bed. “Nuh-uh,” He shook his head as he smiled at Sebastian. “I’m not telling you what we’ll be doing. You’ll just have to wait and find out.” He bit his lip gently, giving a little shrug. “I don’t have all of the details hashed out yet but I know it’ll take up the whole day so keep your Saturdays free for me, okay?” Blaine’s voice was soft as he smiled sweetly at his boyfriend, tapping the taller’s nose gently.

“I have a lot of years to make up for with this first date so it’s gotta be epic.” He continued, shaking his head gently. “I can’t just take you to a dinner and movie and call it a day, nope. Gotta be the best, best, first date. Ever.” Blaine crinkled his nose. He knew that Sebastian had never been treated as well as he should have been with the men in his life, he didn't think the taller had ever even been on a proper date before. Much less the one he deserved. “I know this is kind of a stupid question but have you ever been on like a first date before? Or even like a real date?” He felt like he should’ve already known the answer to that question but he didn’t know if all of those years they were apart if Sebastian had been on a date or not, and the subject brought up the curiosity.

 Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian was glad to see that he was capable of cheering his boyfriend up even if just a little bit. His lips mirrored Blaine’s into a smile, chuckling softly along with his own joke before reciprocating the other’s kiss. He gave a slight frown when Blaine insisted on keeping his date plans a secret-- not being in the know niggled at Sebastian’s insatiable curiosity. “I think in a relationship you’re not supposed to keep any secrets,” he teased Blaine, feigning a deeper frown before he smirked at him. “Saturday is usually a day-off for me so unless Nightbird happens to burst through our apartment window, I’ll be free.”

Hearing from Blaine that his plans for their date would take up the whole day nibbled at Sebastian’s curiosity again and he wondered what exactly the other man had planned for the two of them. He already thought a dressed-up dinner together with Blaine at a nice restaurant would be a more-than-satisfactory date. He knew that when people who did not find each other via Tinder or Grindr went on honest-to-God dates, they usually did something fun like bowling or having a picnic in the park. Sebastian had never done anything out of the typical drinks or dinner date; it never occurred to him that he’d never been familiar enough with anyone to do those types of things.

When Blaine asked him if he’d ever been on a real date before, Sebastian tried to recollect if any of his outings with hook-ups and strangers could’ve been deemed something close to being labeled a “date”. With a shrug, Sebastian’s initial response was to laugh it off. “I never found anyone worth my time,” he told Blaine, which was only partially true. When Sebastian realized the closest he’d had to a real date were his nights in with Blaine, sitting cuddled together on the couch in front of the TV binge-watching Netflix series, it made him incredibly aware that Blaine was probably his first actual boyfriend. Serial dates were never labeled and when Sebastian felt things were getting too fast, he was equally swift to end things before they could become something more. Sebastian simply was not the type of man that did relationships.

Blaine was the only exception.

“It’s not a big deal, right?” Sebastian asked, looking at Blaine with eyebrows raised.

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine listened as Sebastian explained that he'd never found anyone who he felt worthy of his time for any kind of real date. He had figured as much considering how well he knew Sebastian and how he felt about dating and feelings, he wasn't surprised.  Blaine supposed they could consider their many outings and dinners and television-filled nights dates, and he did to a certain extent; but he felt that Sebastian deserved a real, cliché first date. He wanted to be sure that in their future when someone asked about their first date, that Sebastian's face would light up with his favorite smile and he would have a great story to tell.

With a shake of his head, Blaine smiled sweetly at the man next to him, biting his lip. "Of course it's not a big deal-- Not a big deal at all." He spoke softly, scooting closer, watching his hand slowly trail down Sebastian's side, admiring his beauty for a moment. His eyes went back up to meet Sebastian's, a grin pulling the corners of his lips up. "It's actually a good thing," He continued, shrugging. "Means I don't have some wonderful first date with the one that got away to live up to." Blaine teased, crinkling his nose before glancing down a moment. “Or y’know, some extravagant date Hunter might’ve taken you out on. I couldn’t live up to anything he did considering his loaded wallet.” He shook his head, shrugging. “At least I’m better-looking than him, though,” he joked.

Blaine's smile softened as he looked at Sebastian, placing his hand on the taller's cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb, looking at him lovingly. Every once in a while since they finally got together, he would just stop and take a moment to look at Sebastian, drink him in and thank the universe for bringing him back into his life. He truly loved Sebastian and he wanted to do everything he could to thank him for loving him so unconditionally even when he didn't deserve it.  He continuously showed Blaine how much he cared for him, without fail. "Wanna give you the best first date." He whispered softly.  "You deserve only the best."

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian felt relief when he was told that not having ever been on a date was not only not a big deal, but it was beneficial. He could imagine in his head a competitive Blaine going to the extremes to surpass whatever imaginary first date Sebastian would've had. Fortunately for Blaine, none of Sebastian's suitors or hook-ups bothered spending much money on him-- including Hunter. “For the record, you were ‘the one that got away’ for the longest time. Maybe that's part of the reason why I never really had any real dates?” Sebastian recalled how he and Hunter almost became an thing many a time in the past but whenever they got too close, either would push the other away. Hunter never made Sebastian feel the way that he knew he should-- the way he felt whenever he was with Blaine.

Laying in bed with his boyfriend lying right beside him, Sebastian felt extremely grateful. He had someone who worried about him and who actually wanted to take care of him. As he recounted the way the night progressed and how Blaine was quick to dismiss his soon-to-be ex-husband in favor for him, it gave Sebastian a feeling of self-worth he had lost sometime long ago. Sebastian's eyes searched the way Blaine looked at him, reveling in the way that the other looked at him with such longing. He loved the way Blaine looked at him. Each time it felt like the other was looking right through him, seeing everything that he was and not just another pretty face.

With a quiet hum, Sebastian smiled into his boyfriend's gentle touch. “You're too good to me.” He meant those words; Sebastian didn't feel that he deserved someone like Blaine in his life. He didn't think for a second that he deserved another chance with the man after everything. When Blaine told him that he deserved the best, it made Sebastian chuckle with a soft rumble in his chest. Little by little, Sebastian was allowing himself to believe Blaine's words. “I love you a lot, y’know.” He said with certainty, resting his forehead against the other's.

Sebastian's hand moved up and down Blaine's side, resting at his hip. He shuffled closer still, until he could feel the heat radiating from Blaine's body. “I love that you're all mine now.” It gave Sebastian a great sense of victory and pride that in the end, he managed to steal Blaine's heart and he could call it his own. It gave Sebastian an unknown warm feeling when he knew Blaine had his heart-- completely. Sebastian's hand moved from Blaine's hip and sneaked under the hem of his shirt, fingertips just barely brushing against the skin of his midriff. With gentle yet urging kisses against Blaine's lips, Sebastian trailed down and sucked a small hickey into the bend of the other's neck. He pulled back to admire his work and grinned.

“Mine.”

 Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s eyes fluttered closed when he felt Sebastian’s hands on him, the sensation causing chills to rise all over his body. He loved the way it felt when Sebastian touched him, every single time ever since the first time Sebastian’s hand made contact with Blaine’s body it felt like tiny fires igniting beneath his skin and eventually spreading all the way into his stomach so his whole entire being felt like it was a roaring wildfire by the time they were finished with one another and it all started with a gentle touch and a spark just like now as Sebastian’s fingertips brushed over his skin under his shirt. He knew by the time he fell asleep that night his insides would be red hot and steaming.

Everytime Sebastian met his lips with a kiss he returned it with the same amount of emotion as he was given. His body moved so he could tilt his head to allow Sebastian better access to his neck, his breath shuddering as the taller sucked the purple spot into his neck, marking his territory. It made something stir inside of Blaine, making his body tingle. It turned him on to feel so wanted, so claimed by someone who actually cared for him and loved him; it made his body tremble with need. Biting on his bottom lip, he let out a shaky breath, a grin settling on his face when Sebastian declared Blaine was his. With a swift movement, Blaine slipped out from under Sebastian to push the other back, gently making him lay back onto the bed. He straddled his boyfriend’s hips, his hands resting on his chest. “So, uh,” he raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “I know tonight was a little bit tiring but…” He trailed off, slowly allowing more of his weight to be let down onto Sebastian’s groin, his hips rolling ever so slightly. “Y’know, if you’re not too tired...we could end this night on a very, very good note.” Blaine’s voice was low as he lowered down to whisper those last words against the other’s lips, kissing him slowly before dragging his teeth over Sebastian’s bottom lip. “Hmm?”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian reveled in the sounds Blaine made whenever he touched him or kissed him. He did his best to memorize the way Blaine looked when he was like this-- when Blaine was blissed out and all his senses were charged with ecstasy. The next morning Blaine would go out to his job or to his classes or whatever and everyone would know he was taken. They would know Blaine belonged to him.

When Blaine maneuvered on the bed to allow Sebastian better access to his neck, it caused Sebastian’s lips to curl into his signature wry smirk. When the tables were turned and Sebastian was the one pinned down against the bed, Sebastian’s smirk only grew-- along with something else. He felt the way Blaine casually applied more pressure to his crotch, and he could feel his cock responding to Blaine’s motions. Looking up at his boyfriend, he admired the way Blaine looked down at him with his hazel eyes. The way Blaine lusted after him was beyond arousing.

The rest of the night and its troubles forgotten, it was only Blaine and Sebastian together in that room. Nothing else in the world mattered but the two of them, together in their bed. Sebastian reached out and pressed his hand against his lover’s torso. He looked up at Blaine with adoration and desire, knowing that what was about to transpire would be the most intimate he could ever be with another human being. He was grateful that in spite of everything that happened tonight and in their pasts, Blaine was his and he was Blaine’s.

He slipped his fingers under Blaine’s shirt, helping him to pull it up and over his head. His hand trailed down the other’s body and he gave him a knowing smile. “I’m never too tired for you, killer.”

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speak for yourself; I live for the days where I’m up before you. You’ve got a gorgeous sleeping face ;)

Maybe so, babe, but you’re still winning on the gorgeous scale because you have an unfair advantage, my weakness, those freckles. Ugh. 

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The One with the Nemesis || Seblaine

Date: March 11th, 2017

Location: Grand Central Station and Seblaine’s Appartment. 

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Blaine is fighting Doctor Light out in public. Seb arrives and steals the spotlight, capturing Doctor Light once and for all. The general public recognize Seb as a new and better hero, dubbing him “The Flash”.

nem·e·sis ˈ/neməsəs/ noun

1. the inescapable agent of someone's or something's downfall. "the balance beam was the team's nemesis, as two gymnasts fell from the apparatus" synonyms: archrival, adversary, foe, opponent, arch enemy "they were beaten in the final by their nemesis" 2. a long-standing rival; an archenemy. "will Harry Potter finally defeat his nemesis, Voldemort?"

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Sebastian Smythe:

Life had for the most part gone back to normal after Sebastian went to the doctor’s. As expected, they didn’t know the cause for his seizure and after being subjected to a series of neurological and physical tests, it seemed Sebastian was as healthy as a horse. The doctor noted that although Sebastian still had the same irregular and fast heartbeat after being struck by lightning, there were no indications that Sebastian should suffer another episode. If he had another for no reason, they would prescribe him with anticonvulsants to keep him adjusted. They recommended that Sebastian get an ample amount of sleep and to do various exercises to reduce his stress levels to decrease any and all risk for another episode. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the know-nothings at the clinic, knowing full and well that his high pulse and blood pressure were both simply a side effect of his abilities. He never expected the doctor to give him any real answers. Luckily, Sebastian was able to get in touch with Professor Garrick and after supplying the man with a blood sample, he hoped he would hear back soon to get a little insight on his sudden episode.

In the meantime, Sebastian went about his life at a slightly slower pace than before-- at least when he was in his civilian clothes. On a particularly slow evening, Sebastian lazed on the living room couch, flipping through the channels while eating two entire pizzas himself. He would get rid of the evidence before Blaine was expected to come home so he could suggest going out for a late night snack. It seemed that Blaine had many night classes and sometimes even stayed late in order to study, which caused some slight boredom in Sebastian’s nightlife. He had next to no desire to go out without Blaine with the exception of when he was the speedster.

Sebastian had just finished off the second pizza when a breaking news story interrupted the regular program playing on the television. “This just in, Nightbird and supervillain criminal ‘Doctor Light’ stand off in the middle of Grand Central Station. Civilians have been evacuated while the two super-powered beings face off against one another…” Sebastian dashed off in the direction of the train station before the report was even finished. He would arrive fully dressed in his speedster costume but would wait before making a grand entrance, wanting to scope out the situation before diving in head first. He had never encountered this so-called Doctor Light before and wanted to look for any possible blind spots of weaknesses Nightbird’s foe might possess. Messing around with a supervillain was a bit of a bigger task than rounding up a group of bank robbers.

Blaine Anderson:

Ever since Sebastian had his seizure, Blaine kept a close eye on him, only leaving his side when absolutely necessary. He didn't think it was very wise to be out Nightbird-ing it up in the city while his mind was preoccupied with concern for Sebastian, but Santana and Sam were both adamant about him not letting the city down because Sebastian was most likely just fine.  Between them being in his left ear and Sebastian being in his right, insisting he was perfectly fine-- especially after having been to the doctor for the all clear-- and that he should go out to his classes every night, Blaine couldn't very well argue.

He did his best to stay focused when he wore his cape and left the worry for when he was just Blaine. It did feel good to take some of his built-up aggression and frustration out on the bad guys of the city, however. When Blaine got the call from Sam that his archnemesis, Doctor Light, was causing a stir at Grand Central Station, he was actually pretty excited because it had been a while since he’d had an encounter with the villain and he was more than ready for this to be the time he finally caught her and put her away. Even Sam sent him an encouraging text before he came face-to-face with the evil woman. This is it, man. You got her.

When Nightbird arrived at the scene he was pleased to see that most of the civilians had gotten away as Light began her rampage and so he only had a few there in the line of danger, even though for him that was a few too many. Blaine had come prepared for whatever the woman had to throw at him, having his special mask securely resting on his face to help him see through whatever lighting she threw at him. He did well to get the rest of the people out of the train station with the help of the police and his upgraded light-deflecting cape, before the standoff between the mutant and the metahuman really began. Nightbird’s face sported a smug smile as he got closer to Doctor Light than he ever had been able to before, her powers being darkened by his special mask; he could tell it threw her off her game slightly and she had to think fast what to do next.

“I see your nerds armoured you up with some special toys, hm?” Her voice echoed off the shiny floors, an evil curl to her questioning tone. “This’ll be fun.”

His cocky smile only grew as his feet left the ground and he levitated halfway between the floor and the ceiling, looking down at her, his cape flowing majestically behind him. “Bring it, Light.”

Nightbird’s challenging words were all that were needed to begin their battle, Doctor Light mustered up all of the power she could manage at that moment and thrust it towards him and he took off, only having to squint due to the brightness of the lights bouncing off of the nearest surface and back up towards him. He dodged it at just the right moment and it went straight up to hit the light above, causing a short in the electrical wiring and making most of the lights in the building go out-- giving Nightbird more of an advantage. Nightbird managed to miss every ray of light the villain threw at him, making his way closer to her, figuring out the best plan of a attack in his mind. Her next ray of light came directly at him and he whipped his cape around to block it, causing it to ricochet off of the special material, hitting her leg. She cried out in surprise and pain, almost losing her balance. He felt very confident; he just knew this was it.

This going to be the night that Nightbird finally defeated Doctor Light after years of trying.

It even crossed his mind that this would be the perfect opportunity for a Nightbird interview with Sebastian. The perfect story for him to sell to the paper and move on up in the journalist food-chain.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian had managed to make it through the barricade of police officers waiting on standby in the event Nightbird had needed help. It seemed to Sebastian that the city’s police force had trust in Nightbird’s efficiency and capabilities. Sebastian knew that the superhero was more than capable of taking any trouble down but it didn’t stop him from wanting to intervene. He watched from the sidelines as the infamous Doctor Light shot what appeared to be a beam of light from the palm of her hand, only for it to bounce off of Nightbird’s special cape. Sebastian noted that the superhero was wearing a brand new mask that he hadn’t seen before, and he wondered its purpose. He observed the two fighting back and forth for a moment, realizing Nightbird was at a slight disadvantage since he didn’t possess any long-range offensive abilities. When the hero deflected an energy blast back at Light, Sebastian thought it a pretty clever way to strike back.

“Hey, I want to play!” Sebastian called out, distracting both the hero and villain. With a sprint, Sebastian ran down to the middle of the battlefield at full speed before bull-rushing Doctor Light to the ground. He utilized his super-speed to scramble back to his feet, facing his favorite superhero. “Hey, Birdie. Heard about this little brawl and thought it could be fun!” Sebastian grinned at the other, running over to his side of the lobby as they both watched Light pick herself up. “Is this why you’re wearing the mask? So she doesn’t blind you or something?” He asked, showing Nightbird one of the gauntlets he’d swiped from Light when he’d tackled her. Quickly slipping it on, he observed the way it looked on his hand before he accidentally shot a blast of energy in the general direction of a group of police officers. “Oh, shit!” Sebastian exclaimed as the police ducked for cover, the energy blast luckily hitting a nearby pillar instead.

“You idiot,” Doctor Light called out, pointing her gloved hand in the direction of the two masked men and shooting another light blast. Before Nightbird even had a chance to react, Sebastian pulled him out of harm’s way.

Sebastian threw the gauntlet to the ground, wanting nothing more to do with it since he couldn’t properly use it to his advantage. “M-Maybe I could do the thing with my arms and create a wind tunnel?” He suggested, very clearly a novice when it came to fighting other super-powered beings. Though initially his intention hadn’t been to help Nightbird, Sebastian had made himself Light’s target so he needed to act quickly.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was already thinking of ways that he, Sam, and Santana would celebrate his victory against Doctor Light when he heard that familiar voice ringing through the empty station. He groaned outwardly and rolled his eyes. Before he could even say anything else, he watched his perfectly imagined victory go up in flames with the red streak’s lightning as he plowed right into Doctor Light. When Red came to his side, as Light attempted to get to her feet, Nightbird planted his own feet on the ground. “Hey!” Nightbird scolded the speedster when the beam from Light’s gauntlets flashed across the room. He tried to grab at it but before he knew it he was being picked up by the the taller and rushed to safety from Light’s shot. “Yes, my eyes are sensitive to light. I work better in the dark and at night-- Nightbird.” He explained.

The moment that the speedster loosened his grip on Nightbird, the shorter jumped from his feet to levitate off the ground, his eyes shooting toward the unattended gauntlet on the floor. “Listen, Red,” He tried his best to grab the gauntlet before Light could get to it but unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough. “That’s why newbies shouldn’t play with evil villain’s toys.” His voice echoed through the train station as he flew back slightly, his brow furrowing as he shook his head. Doctor Light seemed to still be focused on Nightbird rather than the streak as she shot more beams in his direction, one of them clipping the corner of his cape, singeing it ever so slightly.

The women chuckled evilly, looking at the speedster with a smile. “Hey, thanks, Speedy. Seems you really get under Birdie’s skin. Keep distracting him; it’ll make killing him easier.” She growled lowly before gathering a big ball of light in her hands and throwing it hard towards Nightbird who was quick enough to escape, flying fast to land in front of her to engage in a struggle that showed off his intense martial arts skills, flashes of light shooting every which way as Light avoided any attack Nightbird threw at her- blocking each punch with a grunt. “What arm thing? How is a wind funnel supposed to help?” He hollered over his shoulder, mentally kicking himself for letting Red get to him, making him lose focus just enough for light to get a good punch in right for his jaw, the shorter groaning, frustrated.

Sebastian Smythe:

Though Sebastian didn’t consider himself a hero, he definitely didn’t want to see his favorite superhero dead at the hands of his greatest foe. Keeping quiet when he learned Nightbird’s weakness, Sebastian watched as the two engaged in intense hand-to-hand combat. It seemed Nightbird had the upperhand until he was distracted by their conversation; Light took her opportunity and socked the hero square in the jaw, knocking him back. Realizing he needed to step in, Sebastian began running in a circle around the two of them. He ran fast enough that he was only a blur, leaving streaks of lightning behind him as he increased his velocity.

Running quicker and quicker, the wind around them began to speed up until Sebastian had created enough electricity for what he was about to do next. As he stopped running, all of the electricity he’d just generated accumulated in his body and jumping in the air, he swung his arm and whipped a bolt of lightning straight for Doctor Light. Stray bolts of lightning recklessly pulsed throughout the lobby, causing the police officers to shrink back in fear. Sebastian’s speed went unmatched and the villain took the full force of the attack as her body tumbled across the floor. Sebastian stopped and was mildly surprised that his little trick worked, fist-bumping the air and cheering. “Fuck yeah, did you see that, Birds?!” He dashed over to where Light was struggling to get to her feet, kicking her while she was down.

Sebastian made quick work to disarm Doctor Light, this time leaving his foe without any weapons. “Does she still count as a supervillain if she’s getting her powers from her suit?” He mused aloud, dashing over to where Nightbird stood, dumbstruck. It was obvious that should Sebastian decide so, he could pose to be a very real threat to the superhero. He laughed at how easily he was able to defeat Light when Nightbird couldn’t, running circles around him before pulling his cape over his head. He laughed again at how silly the hero looked, clicking his tongue. “Too slow, Nightbird.” The speedster teased, “And here I thought tonight was going to be a bit more fun.”

The police surrounded Doctor Light now that she was powerless against them, handcuffing her while a few officers approached the two bickering heroes. “You, you saved us,” the officer spoke to Sebastian, seemingly grateful. Before Sebastian could interject or correct the man-- that he wasn’t a hero but was just there to fuck around-- the chief of police approached to speak to him. “A hero needs a name-- what do they call you?”

Sebastian glanced over at Nightbird, hoping to get some help but with the officers looking on expectantly, he knew he had to say something. “They call me the Flash,” he told them, deciding to use the namesake of his mentor. He was nothing like what Professor Garrick described himself back in his glory days but if he was going to be running around in a costume, he needed a name.

“Are you an ally of Nightbird’s?” The police chief asked, which caused Flash to laugh.

“No way. I’m better than him. A lot faster, too.” He replied cheekily, liking the attention and the recognition that he was now on the same level as New York City’s favorite hero. “Better watch your back, Birdie. Looks like there’s a new head honcho in town.”

Blaine Anderson:

Everything happened so fast that it made Nightbird's head spin. Everything he had worked so hard towards, the flawless planning he and his team had done, the impending celebration of Doctor Light's capture he had been envisioning.  All of it ripped right out from under him before he could even blink. He looked like an idiot just standing by while the speedster raced around him. It almost looked like it was happening in slow motion around him as Red took out his one and only nemesis. A battle he had been fighting for six years, his battle, had just been won by someone else.  "Y-yeah, I saw it." Was all he could manage to say before the speedster was at his side again, pestering him.

When everything went dark because the taller had flipped his own cape over his head, Nightbird felt a rage that matched the color of the speedster's suit bubbling up in his chest. "Hey-- would you… Ugh!" He groaned as he pushed his cape off of his head, adjusting his suit. “I can’t believe you just--” He was fully ready to chew out the masked speedster, pointing his finger at him and taking a step closer when the police approached them to praise Red. Nightbird watched with his mouth agape as he watched what was unfolding in front of him. Crossing his arms, he shook his head when the other looked at him for name help, biting his tongue as to not spit out something like Nemesis Stealer-- because that was immature and not even close to clever.

The Flash.

Not only was he a nemesis stealer but he was a name stealer. Nightbird wondered how Professor Garrick would appreciate some bratty, new non-hero running around with his alias. His forehead wrinkled in almost disgust as the police asked if they were working together. “No.” He answered at the same time that Flash did, shaking his head with his arms crossed. He was aware that he looked as if he were a child, his chest and cheeks puffy, pouting-- But he had good right to be.

Nightbird had had all he could stand of watching Red-- he refused to call him The Flash-- take all of the glory for taking down his villain. He politely thanked the officers for their help and then made his exit from the train station, flying up to the roof to get some air, sucking in a deep breath of the chilled air as the snow danced to the ground around him. He had been so excited about finally catching Light at the beginning of the night and now he just felt like a failure. When he realized he had been followed he rolled his eyes, growling as he turned around. “What? What do you want from me, huh? Haven't you done more than enough?” Nightbird asked, frustrated as he looked at the speedster, his breath coming out in visible puffs of air.

“Listen, Red, I don't know who you think you are but this is my territory. My city. You can't just come up in here like you own the place and throw around your reckless behavior and take other people’s territory!” Nightbird was visibly upset, his cheeks were a slight shade of red as a deep wrinkle took its place in his forehead and he pointed angrily at the ground. “Do you even realize how fucking long I have been working to capture Doctor Light?” Blaine shocked himself at his choice of words, he dropped an F-bomb so rarely that he shocked himself every time he did. He got even closer to the taller, looking up at him with his eyes squinted, his voice low and gruff. “No, no you don't know. Because you haven't been here long enough to know.”

Nightbird ran his gloved hands over his head, balling them into fists when they dropped to his sides again. He was so done with the man in front of him. He was so angry and frustrated. He just wanted to get home to Sebastian. “Six years of my team and I working to catch her and the day I was going to, you steal it.” He leaned in a little closer. “I'm not the one who needs to watch their back, Red.” Nightbird’s tone was non-playing.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian could see that he had successfully managed to get on the hero’s nerves. With the police congratulating him for the capture of Doctor Light, Nightbird’s longtime nemesis, it seemed that the Flash would be recognized throughout the city soon enough. Watching as Nightbird made his exit, Flash was hot on his tail and they both made their way to the roof. As soon as he stopped running, the frigid cold wrapped around him and Sebastian could feel it down to his bones. It was cold when Sebastian left the apartment but now a flurry of snow had started up. He began vibrating his body rapidly to mask his identity further and he was grateful doing so warmed his body up as well. Without anyone else around, the two could finally have a private discussion.

As Nightbird yelled and ranted on and on about how angry he was, Flash simply folded his arms over his chest and chuckled. He supposed even the coolest of superheroes lost their shit every once in awhile. With Nightbird getting in his face and expressing his disdain for him, the Flash was beginning to become less amused and a little more than just irritated with the so-called hero. “My name is Flash, and you better learn it because from here on out you'll be hearing it a lot more.” He stepped closer to Nightbird and shoved him back. “I'm sorry you were too slow and incapable of catching a bad guy after years of chasing her; I caught her in less than twenty minutes so I guess it's obvious who the better one is here.”

Flash uncrossed his arms and held them open, as if challenging Nightbird. “I'm sick of heroes like you pretending like you're the best thing about this city. You use your powers for good like you're so selfless. Well, my powers aren't going to be used for that!” Flash yelled at the hero, calling him out. “You act like you're hot shit but I see you; you do this little dance-- saving people and catching bad guys-- all for the attention.” Maybe it wasn't the truth but he knew saying so would get under Nightbird’s skin. The Flash chuckled to himself. “Well, now it's my turn. I'm the one with superpowers now and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want-- just like you.”

Sebastian wasn't thinking straight at the point anymore, blinded by his irritation for Nightbird and how the hero he looked up to months ago was exactly person he had always expected-- morally good with a heart of gold. It seemed Nightbird only disliked him because he was a threat. He hated that a person could be so good when he himself wasn't. Sebastian was never the type of person that would defend the helpless or put himself in danger for others. Maybe Sebastian was destined to be a bad guy after all. Dashing towards Nightbird at an inhuman speed, he threw a punch he knew the other wasn't expecting. The force of the impact sent Nightbird hurling back-- Flash didn't have super-strength but his speed and momentum sure made it felt like he had strength on his side.

“Get up, Big Bird! I wanna kick your ass once and for all!”

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird watched the speedster through narrowed eyes as he spoke to him, raising his eyebrows and his hands up when he was shoved backwards. His blood pressure was getting higher and higher the longer he was in front of the Flash. A condescending chuckle fell from his lips when the speedster repeated his name, shaking his head. “You haven’t called me by the right name once since you sped into town. And also- I only know of one Flash and you, sir, are nothing like him.” He said, placing his hands on the taller’s chest to shove him back.    

"Catching her that quickly doesn't make you better. It makes you reckless and you put everyone in danger with your actions-- you almost hit those innocent people with her light beams because you don't know what you're doing!" He shook his head,  his arms waving about for emphasis, the volume of his voice matching that of the Flash's. "I don't act like anything. I use my abilities to help people; I don't do it for the attention. I have trained almost my entire life for what I do and I know how these meta-humans and mutants work. I have trained professionals on my team and we know the smart way to do things and that isn't just running around like an imbecile with absolutely no clue."

Before Nightbird knew it he was sitting on the hard rooftop and there was shooting pain in the jaw that Light had already injured. He had never been hit in the face so many times in one fight and he was done getting hit. Quickly moving to his feet he took a defensive stance, looking at the speedster, shaking his head. "You really want to do this, Speedy? You may be fast, but that is literally all you have going for you."

He took a charge towards the taller, grabbing his shoulder and pulling his arm back as if he were to hit him to fake him out, and while the Flash was distracted he kicked the other's own legs out from under him-- moving quicker than the average human with his moves-- exerting little to no effort. Nightbird was more than comfortable with his moves, he knew all of them like the back of his hand. He took a small leap to levitate just a couple feet above. "I'm only going easy on you because you're the new kid. You can let me know at any point when you want to give this up." He crossed his arms, looking down at the Flash, bored. "I really don't have the time for this, anyway."

Sebastian Smythe:

Flash had been on guard after goading Nightbird on, eager to take his frustrations out on the do-gooder. Though he wasn’t trained in hand-to-hand combat quite like Nightbird, he was certain his speed would give him the upper hand. He foolishly allowed Nightbird to charge at him, waiting to be punched and preparing himself to retaliate. With his speed he could perceive Nightbird’s motions before they happened, watching as the hero reared back his fist. Just as Flash put up his arm to guard, his legs were swept up from under him and he fell onto his back. With a slight chuckle, Sebastian pushed himself up to look at the hero hovering over him. Utilizing his super speed, he dashed further away to create some distance between them. He knew for a fact that Nightbird wasn’t very useful at a long distance.

“Your moves are good, Nightbird,” Sebastian yelled from a distance, complimenting the hero. “I’ll admit I’m a newbie but I know my mentor, the previous Flash, is more than willing to train me to be better than you.” The Flash said so confidently, as if it was only a matter of time until he came out on top. He never had a need to train his abilities, only needing basic training on getting his powers under control. Garrick had offered to teach him a few tricks but Sebastian never thought the need was necessary… until now.

Winding his arm up, he created a wind vortex in Nightbird’s direction. Even with his flight abilities, Flash knew a strong gust of wind would get the man off his balance at least for a moment. As it took Nightbird a moment to steady himself, Flash began running in a circle to generate power for his lightning trick. If it had worked on Doctor Light, surely it would work on the hero as well. The electricity surged around him as when he finally stopped to leap into the air, all of the momentum built up inside of him and created a surge of electricity that he hurled in Nightbird’s direction. Sebastian knew from watching the hero’s previous battles that he was somewhat more durable than the average man, always figuring it was one of the hero’s many abilities. Surely a bolt of lightning would only vaguely hurt him.

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird had to admit he was impressed by the way the speedster bounced back so quickly, giving credit where credit was due in this particular situation. He raised his eyebrows as the other ran back a little to put more space between them, noting that the Flash was smart enough and quick enough to observe that he was safer at a distance from the caped crusader. He gave him points for that as well even though his blood was still boiling. Raising his eyebrows, he was a little shocked to hear that the taller’s mentor was none other than Jay Garrick. “I’m certain that Professor Garrick would not be too happy to hear how you are abusing your gift, Red.” His tone was threatening in a I’m gonna tell on you, eight year old type of way.

He carefully watched as Flash attempted some kind of wind vortex with his arms, it only causing him to lose his balance ever so slightly, but once he got a feel for the intensity of the vortex he was able to balance himself in it very well. Nightbird crossed his arms, letting out a chuckle as he shook his head, narrowing his eyes as he continued to assess the situation, recognizing the same actions he had taken to defeat Doctor Light and Nightbird knew just the way to attempt to divert the lightning that he was about to be faced with.

Nightbird braced himself for the incoming electricity that was hurtling his way at super speed, calculating in his head the right time to move before he grasped his cape tightly in his right hand, swinging it around quickly just as the lightning came in contact with the fabric.  Almost as if in slow motion- the electricity bounced right off of Nightbird’s cape and flew back to hit the speedster and knocked him right back down. Once the Flash was down, Nightbird lowered himself to place his feet on the rooftop, getting closer to the other, looking down at him. “Now, I am leaving. Because I don’t have the time for this. I suggest you straighten up unless you want to be on my list, Red.”  His voice was deep, gruff, he wanted the speedster to know that he wasn’t playing around.

Sebastian Smythe:

It was one thing for Nightbird to know of the previous Flash, but to know him by name? It raised some flags and at the next opportunity, he would grill Professor Garrick on Nightbird’s persona, abilities, and flaws. The hero very clearly was familiar with Garrick to the point that he had an inkling Garrick knew more about Nightbird than the average person. “Who do you think hooked me up with the kickass costume?! Garrick’s the one who taught me everything that I know!”

When the lightning bolt was sent back to him at the same top-speed he’d sent it hurling towards Bird Boy, Flash had no time to react and absorbed the full force of his own attack. He tumbled backwards, his body skidding against the rooftop and fallen snow bunched around him. He had healing abilities but it didn’t stop him from hurting. Groaning as he slowly picked himself up and dusted the snow from his shoulders, he could feel a trickle running down his upper lip and down his chin. “Fuck you,” Sebastian growled at the hero as he carefully stood up, clearly dazed. He wiped the blood from his nose, the red smearing against his face. He knew he looked pathetic-- losing so badly to some stupid superhero. He staggered as he regained his balance, glaring Nightbird down. He hadn’t been prepared to take that last blow. “You’re going to regret this, Birdie; I guarantee it.”

With that, Flash retreated, running away from the scene to get to safety. At the speed he ran he knew that even if Nightbird wanted to, he couldn’t be followed. He couldn’t go home yet, knowing that from his current condition it would raise some suspicions with Blaine. He decided to stop at his mentor’s lab to recuperate and get some answers. Halfway to his destination, he stopped as a bout of dizziness overwhelmed him. In addition to asking Garrick about Nightbird, he hoped that the professor could provide some insights as to his recent episode and now moments of dizziness. He hoped to himself that his condition wasn’t worsening.

Blaine Anderson:

Nightbird had a smug look on his face when Red swore at him, but his smile faltered slightly when he noticed the dark red dripping from his nose. He didn’t think ricocheting the bolt of lightning back at the speedster would inflict much damage if at all. The Flash’s words didn’t phase the superhero, remaining his ground and he crossed his arms over his chest. Once the speedster ran away, Nightbird knew he had gotten his message across. Nightbird placed his hands on his hips and sighed heavily, exasperated by how much time he had wasted by talking and fighting the Flash. At least Doctor Light would now be behind bars and it was one less villain for him to worry about.

He felt a little bad about possibly really injuring the speedster, not wanting to hurt him no matter how angry he made him. He was just the new kid and he wanted to put him in his place. Nightbird took an alternate route to Santana and Sam’s place, changing into his regular clothes there and checking with them, giving them the lowdown on everything that had happened. They shared disappointed and angry sentiments and he let them know the things he’d learned about the speedster so they could keep an eye on him. He also let them know that he was apparently training with Professor Garrick-- someone not too far out of their inner circle, telling them he thought about asking his mom for information if they needed. After he was finished and said his goodbyes he began to make his way home, walking home since it was only a few blocks away.

On his way home he decided to stop at the closest Shake Shack to pick up food for himself and Sebastian; he was famished after his exchange with The Flash and he figured that Sebastian would be hungry because he was always hungry. Picking up a couple orders of their favorites and two shakes for each- figuring the worst case scenario would be that they had leftovers, he headed home. Still bothered by The Flash and how everyone and their brother would be talking about the way that Red took out Doctor Light- he certainly wasn’t ready for that. Blaine dug in his pocket for his keys once he reached his and Sebastian’s front door, opening it up and kicking off his shoes once he was inside, snowflakes falling to the floor and melting into a small puddle. “Honey, I’m home.” He called with a soft smile, knowing that the only thing that would make him feel better was seeing his boyfriend and just pigging out with him.

Sebastian Smythe:

When Sebastian arrived at Professor Garrick’s lab, he was surprised to see someone new there. A doctor and scientist by the name Snow was brought in to give Garrick a second opinion on Sebastian’s blood samples and brain scans. Having dealt with meta-humans and mutants before, she swore secrecy to Sebastian’s identity as the Flash. “You can’t be running off pestering superheroes or attempting to fight crime when your condition is unstable. What would you do if you had another seizure as the Flash? You’d blow your cover and consequently Professor Garrick’s!” She scolded him, to which he responded by rolling his eyes. He hated being lectured.

“Though I’m glad you’ve decided to wear the costume I designed and use the ‘Flash’ name, I’d prefer you put your safety first before going out recklessly like that again.” Garrick added. “Until Doctor Snow and I can figure out exactly what’s happening to you, I’d recommend taking a break from speedster shenanigans. Plus, you still have a lot to learn, Sebastian.”

Sebastian left Garrick’s laboratory with zero answers, the retired hero insisting that secret identities remain secret until necessary. He was told that if Nightbird wanted to reveal his identity then he would do so at his own accord. With no new information regarding Nightbird or his strange condition, tonight had been one big, utter failure. Rushing home, he was grateful to see that Blaine hadn’t come back from his classes just yet. He took the opportunity to freshen up, cleaning the blood from his face. Though his nosebleed had stopped, it was a slight concern that it had even occurred in the first place. He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, determined to improve his abilities in spite of the obstacles ahead.

His ears perked up at the sound of the front door opening, Blaine’s voice washing away his negative emotions. “Hey, you,” he greeted as he exited the bathroom and approached his boyfriend. “You’re a sight for sore eyes; I feel like I haven’t seen you all day today,” he commented, pressing a quick kiss to Blaine’s lips. “It’s been a long night here and-- is that Shake Shack I see?” The aroma of burgers and fries distracted him, his stomach growling when Sebastian eyed the paper bags in Blaine’s hand. He took one of the offered shakes and took a generous sip before ushering Blaine to the couch so they could dig in. “God, I’m starving. You’re a lifesaver, babe.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine smiled the moment that his boyfriend came into view, letting his book bag fall to the ground on his shoes, along with his keys. The exhaustion from the day settling in, not just physical, because he didn’t feel too much from the battle he’d just had with a villain and a non-hero-- his jaw only barely aching from the few blows he’d taken-- but the mental exhaustion was enough to make him want to sleep for days. He was drained. Shuffling his feet across the floor to meet Sebastian, returning his kiss before handing over a shake and following the taller to the couch, plopping down onto it. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Blaine parroted Sebastian’s words back to him through a yawn as he set the food on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch, stretching his legs and arms. “Today was so long and exhausting.” He rubbed at his eyes, scooting closer to Sebastian. He thought for a brief moment about day, it actually hadn’t been that exhausting up until the encounter with the Flash. He’d been having a good day until then.

“I don’t think I slept too well last night.” He offered an excuse before Sebastian had too much of a chance to ask him details about his day. After he stretched again he sat up a little more on the couch, crossing his legs under him and grabbing his own shake to take a big drink, digging a few fries out of the bag and shoving them in his mouth. “How was your day, handsome?” He asked through his chewing, leaning his head against Sebastian’s shoulders and closing his eyes, blindly reaching for his burger to take a bite.  “I figured burgers would be a nice change from all of the pizza we have been having lately.” He added.

Sebastian Smythe:

Seeing Blaine yawning and complaining about being tired when it was still early in the evening niggled at Sebastian’s mind but he didn’t say anything, simply chalking it up to a long day. Since Blaine had to juggle both school and work now, he could see how it could’ve been tiring. A night in with burgers and relaxation seemed perfect for both of them. “I hope you aren’t stretching yourself too thin,” Sebastian voiced his concern, “maybe you ought to take less days working so you have more time to recuperate after all your classes and studying.”

He took a bite out of his burger, slumping back comfortably against the sofa as Blaine relaxed against him. He replayed his confrontation with Nightbird and rolled his eyes. He wished he could just complain to Blaine about the asshole of a superhero but as far as he or anyone else was concerned, he still liked Nightbird very much. He decided to supply a little while lie that would at least help Blaine understand his feelings. “There was some sort of commotion at Grand Central just a little while ago… I didn’t hear about it until it was too late-- Nightbird and the speedster had already left.” Sebastian reached over the coffee table to retrieve the television remote. Once the TV was on, he flipped to the local news channel, pointing at the screen. The headline read: Nightbird’s long-time foe, Doctor Light, captured by new hero, “The Flash”, but there were no images or videos of any super-powered beings. Instead, the reporter spoke of the incidents that happened according to only police eyewitness reports with images of the exterior of Grand Central Station. Sebastian huffed. “Did you hear about this? Apparently, Nightbird had a little trouble capturing this Doctor Light character and the new guy, Speedy, came in and saved the day instead.” He remembered the way he and Night had gotten into it on the roof and it made him scoff.

Realizing his annoyance had gone unexplained, Sebastian filled in the blanks for Blaine’s sake. He debated on whether he should align himself with Nightbird or be honest. Siding with the Flash might be too obvious since he was relatively new to the superhero realm. “Nightbird has been looking over Manhattan for how many years exactly? I think anyone who’s followed him for longer than the last few years knows that Doctor Light is like, Nightbird’s ultimate arch-nemesis. And then this speedster we’ve seen what-- maybe two or three times max-- comes in like he’s some hotshot?” Sebastian was thankful that Blaine knew he was somewhat passionate about Nightbird and other superheroes; it might be unusual otherwise. “Sorry, I guess I’m just pissed I missed out on an opportunity to get some photos or really anything.” Being preoccupied fighting off Doctor Light and then soon after Nightbird had the Flash retreating before he could even begin to think about his career as a journalist. He buried his complaints with the rest of his burger, getting started on his french fries.

Blaine Anderson:

The shorter shook his head when Sebastian suggested he take some off his plate. Sure, it was a little exhausting to study, work, and be Nightbird but he felt like he was handling it well on most days when he didn’t have a super villain and a newbie to deal with. “Nah, I’m okay. I promise. I just need to catch up on some sleep tonight.” He gave his boyfriend a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, love.”

Blaine opened his eyes whenever Sebastian turned on the television, deciding against eating his second burger, losing his appetite at the sight of the headline on the news channel. He rolled his eyes and groaned as he looked at the TV. “Yeah, I heard about that on my way home. I don’t know what the new guy’s deal is. I feel like if it’s fairly obvious that specific boundaries have been set, then the superheroes should back off each other unless invited to help-- I mean, I feel like that’s like an unwritten rule that all of the heroes seem to follow, right?” He said, trying his best not to let his irritation show too badly. “I know the so-called Flash is new but…” Blaine sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know, it just seems like maybe he should be careful; he’s too new to be playing with such big villains.”

He listened to the news reporter for a few moments, feeling the same blood-boiling feeling he’d felt during his confrontation with the speedster as they praised Red for his heroism, saving them from Light. Please. Blaine rolled his eyes again. “I hope Speedy doesn’t turn out to be a bad guy.” He said out loud while thinking to himself that he really needed to prepare for that happening because all signs seemed to be pointing in that direction. He made mental plans to speak to his mother regarding the situation soon. She had been really helpful in learning how to keep himself safe during battles with Doctor Light considering her own light powers; maybe she could help him with a speedster. Maybe even help keep an eye on him considering their mutual Jay Garrick connection.

Blaine yawned again, placing any food left in his lap back onto the coffee table to lean against Sebastian. “Mm, ‘nough about the superheroes. I missed you today.” He nuzzled his head against the other’s arm so he would put his arm around Blaine, cuddling closer to him. “I’m sorry you didn’t get any exclusive story or pictures today. Hopefully soon.”

Sebastian Smythe:

It seemed that Blaine was more tired than Sebastian had initially perceived, causing him to furrow his brows. “You sure you’re just tired, babe? Not feeling sick, are you?” He asked, wrapping a protective arm around his boyfriend. Being the Flash and dealing with Nightbird was secondary whenever it came to Blaine. It was concerning that the man was so tired and Sebastian had tried his best to keep an eye on him ever since he’d gotten his job and decided to go back to school. He’d been slightly worried that the man was spreading himself too thin so Sebastian tried to do his best to make his boyfriend’s home life a little more relaxing. Thank goodness doing chores took next to no time when utilizing his powers.

Sebastian knew exactly what Blaine spoke about in regards to boundaries and superheroes tended to stick to their own cities. Even Nightbird seemed to respect the fact that the super-secret Daredevil lurked through the shadows of Hell’s Kitchen at night; the former was very rarely ever seen in that borough. “I don’t think he’s a bad guy.” Sebastian tried to qualm Blaine’s worries, knowing that although he had an ongoing feud with Birdie, he wouldn’t ever turn to a life of crime or intentionally put people in real danger. Tonight things just happened to get out of hand… He hadn’t even meant to take credit for Doctor Light’s capture, but it sure felt good to be recognized and praised.

Shifting on the couch to bring Blaine closer to him, he laid across the couch and brought the other to lie against him. He held him close and ran his hand up and down Blaine’s back, comforting him. He pressed a kiss to the top of Blaine’s head, breathing in the man’s scent. It was gratifying to have Blaine here in his arms, back in his life. Just a little over two months ago Sebastian and Blaine weren’t even talking with one another and now they were dating each other-- living together. “I missed you, too.” Sebastian repeated back to his boyfriend, the words holding a little more meaning than either probably initially intended.

The burgers and rest of the food would have to wait because for now Sebastian wanted to remain in the comfort of Blaine’s presence. He wanted to pretend nothing else existed and it was just the two of them, together.

Blaine Anderson:  

Blaine shook his head gently, leaning into Sebastian’s hold. “Not sick, I promise.” He assured the taller, knowing that if he wasn’t convincing then Sebastian would stay on his case about spreading himself too thin. He couldn’t exactly tell him that it wasn’t necessarily that working and classes were kicking his ass- it was super villains and anti-heroes that were making him tired. “Don’t worry, love. I’m okay.” He promised, nuzzling closer.

Sighing softly, the shorter shook his head. “I don’t think he’s a bad guy either…” Blaine thought about the speedster and how his reckless behavior could be mistaken for villainous actions, but he knew better. Despite being the most obnoxious mutant or meta-human he’d encountered who wasn’t a villain, knowing the Professor Garrick was his mentor gave him comfort that he wouldn’t have to be the one to wrangle him in. Jay Garrick had been a family friend for years and certainly if he had mentored and sent a villain out into the city he would have at least given him a heads up. “I don’t think he’s going to be some super villain. But I do think it’s painfully obvious that he’s new and doesn’t really have any idea what he’s doing. I just hope that he finds himself soon before someone gets hurt But, oh well, at least Doctor Light has been taken in. At least that’s done with. Sucks for Nightbird, though. Good for Flash.” Blaine yawned again, mostly forcing himself to so he didn’t have to talk about the superheroes anymore.

Blaine smiled softly when Sebastian returned his sentiment and held him closer. “Mmm,” He hummed contently and hugged against him before lifting his head. He looked down at his boyfriend, smiling lovingly at him. That warm, fuzzy, lucky feeling started to grow in his chest and a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Y’know,” He began, raising his eyebrows. “If being sick would mean we could both just stay home tomorrow and stay in bed…” His tone was suggestive and he faked a pitiful cough as he moved gently to straddle Sebastian on the couch, pressing his lips against the taller’s for a slow, gently kiss. “Maybe I’m very sick.” Blaine voice was muffled as he spoke, smiling against Sebastian’s lips.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian simply smiled at Blaine’s opinion about the Flash. At least he knew he had one fan that mattered. Maybe one day he would “rescue” Blaine just to win some brownie points. As long as he had someone to protect, there was no way Sebastian would turn to a life of crime or recklessness that would put himself or Blaine at risk.

When Blaine shifted on the couch to straddle Sebastian, the latter chuckled breathily and kissed back, their lips moving in tandem. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s slender waist. “You sure sound awfully sick with that nasty cough of yours,” Sebastian commented against his lips, “We probably shouldn’t be kissing or tomorrow morning I’ll wake up sick, too.” He kissed Blaine again, chuckling again. “Maybe I’ll call in sick to work tomorrow-- I know I could definitely take a sick day... Think you can get outta your classes? I’ll write you an excuse note.” He winked at Blaine, always the type to coerce the other to break the rules.

He gently pushed Blaine off of him, leading him to the bedroom. He undressed Blaine while insisting that he would be better off naked as to avoid getting a fever. In fact, they would both be less likely to catch a cold if they snuggled under the covers completely naked and maybe did other, mischievous things. Regardless if they ended up skipping out tomorrow, they would make the best of their night together.

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The One With Fervor || Seblaine

Date: March 4th, 2017

Locations: Westerville, Ohio. The Smythe Residence.

Who: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe

Notes: Blaine and Sebastian prepare for Sloane’s birthday party together but have difficulties finding a moment alone to express their thoughts and feelings. It isn’t until the party is in full swing that they finally say what’s on their mind.

fer·vor /ˈfər-vər/ adjective

1. intense and passionate feeling. “to speak with great fervor.” synonyms: passion, ardor, intensity, zeal, vehemence, emotion, warmth, earnestness, avidity, eagerness, keenness, enthusiasm, excitement, animation, vigor, energy, fire, spirit, zest, fervency "even the smallest of tasks he tackled with fervor" 2. intense heat.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine slept soundly next to Sebastian the entire night, not even waking up once. He felt happy when he woke up the next morning next to the taller man and in Westerville, excited for the day ahead. Sebastian was still asleep when Blaine sat up in the bed; he looked down at the man sleeping peacefully next to him, smiling at him. Their moment from the night before replayed in his mind, thinking of the kiss they shared and how it felt different from any other kiss they’d shared before-- like something between them started to erupt slowly. Blaine could still feel the tension that was still left over, his heart skipping a beat just thinking of the feeling of Sebastian’s lips against his own. He was hoping that it wasn’t only the nostalgia of being back in Westerville and in Sebastian’s house with his family that was making him see things clearer, hoping it was only giving him that push he needed to move on from Kurt officially and tell Sebastian how he was truly feeling.

After leaning over to press a kiss to Sebastian’s temple, Blaine got up out of bed and got ready for the day. A million thoughts swirled through his mind as he got dressed, and it was after fixing his hair, when he was finishing up brushing his teeth that he made his decision. He was going to tell Sebastian how he felt and give the all-clear the moment he woke up. His plan was foiled, however, when he came out of the bathroom and Mr. Smythe was coming down the hallway. The older Smythe smiled brightly at Blaine, greeting him warmly. Blaine hugged him carefully and offered to escort him downstairs for some breakfast or coffee, stopping on the way down to get the small gift he’d brought for the man. He spent a little while in the parlor with the older man, catching up with him and sharing a couple of laughs before Sloane joined them, pulling Blaine away to help her with some party plans. He decided it best to wait and tell Sebastian later at the right moment when they could actually have time to talk, considering it seemed he would be preoccupied by the youngest Smythe for most of the day.

Blaine finished helping Sloane tie up the loose ends of some plans she had for the party later that night then she asked him to help her pick out her outfit for her big birthday bash. As he lay there across her bed, watching her try on the few new dresses she had bought to show him, Blaine chuckled to himself as she was trying her best to pry into his mind for what exactly was going on between him and Sebastian. “C’mon, B. I promise I won’t tell him you told me anything. I just wanna know what’s going on with you and my brother.” He couldn’t help himself, she was a Smythe and it was obviously just in his DNA to trust that family with all of his heart so that’s why he barely hesitated before telling her about the kiss the night before and how it made him feel and his plans to tell Sebastian, causing her to squeal with joy. Sloane expressed her happiness about the news, excited for them. “I am just glad it’s finally happening. You know you have always been considered a part of this family, Blaine. And you know my brother is just head over heels for you-- even when I was eleven I could see that.” She smiled brightly at him.

Blaine felt like he could cry when she said those words to him, feeling a happy warm bubbling up in his chest and spreading through his entire body. “Thank you, Sloane. That...that means so much to me.” The girl patted him on the shoulder before kissing the top of his head. “No need to thank me, Anderson. He’s just common sense.” She crinkled her nose at him. “Now c’mon, I need to pick the perfect dress for tonight.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Unlike Blaine, Sebastian slept in and awoke with no one in bed beside him. Frowning, Sebastian used his super-speed to get dressed in the bedroom and freshen up in the bathroom in a matter of seconds. Poking his head out, he could faintly hear Blaine’s and Sloane’s voices coming from down the hall and figured the two were spending time together. Since Sebastian hadn’t eaten since before the flight the evening before, he was feeling especially voracious-- light-headed, even. His super-speed demanded he consume massive amounts of food to keep his energy and glucose levels adequate. Though his first instincts were to eavesdrop on Blaine and Sloane’s conversation through the door, he knew he needed to eat equivalent to about a horse in calories without raising suspicions. Leaving the house undetected would be no issue thanks to his speed.

Once his issue was taken care of, Sebastian sneaked his way into the house and walked up the steps and down the hall to his sister’s bedroom. “Knock knock,” he announced as he entered through the open doorway, seeing Blaine sitting on the bed. “Hey, you.” He greeted, joining his friend on the bed. Sebastian placed a hand on Blaine’s knee, giving him a meaningful smile. “I missed you this morning.”

Before Blaine had the chance to respond, Sloane came bounding out of her walk-in closet, sporting a pink dress. She stopped in her tracks when she realized what she’d interrupted. “Oh, um, sorry,” she covered her mouth with her hands like she was trying to hide a smile before Sebastian stood up to insist there was nothing to interrupt. “Hey, no, it’s fine,” he chuckled, aware that he probably looked a little flustered. There was obviously still something between he and Blaine that hadn’t been addressed yet. He pointed at Blaine, shooting him one of his signature smirks. “I’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast? I’ll whip something up for everyone.”

Sebastian proceeded to rummage through the kitchen, he and his mom both cooking up a hearty breakfast for five. Eggs, bacon, pancakes with strawberries, and toast along with biscuits filled the Smythe dining table. Soon everyone gathered for breakfast, Sebastian’s father sitting at the head of the table with the ladies on one side and the boys on the other. All throughout the meal, while Mr. Smythe boasted about his daughter’s accomplishments all before turning eighteen, Sebastian and Blaine exchanged glances with one another. It seemed so far that they hadn’t had the chance to themselves-- to enjoy a little privacy. Sebastian noticed that it seemed Sloane kept giving Blaine certain looks as well, though he couldn’t quite figure out the reason.

“You know, Sloane is thinking of moving somewhere closer to you,” Mrs. Smythe mentioned to her son and Blaine. He’d only been half-listening to the conversation so his mother reiterated the fact: “She was accepted into both Harvard and Yale, but I think right now we’re more interested in Yale. Sloane is going into law, just like her father.” She stated the fact proudly, giving her daughter a genuine smile. “I think it would be nice if you kids were able to spend time together without you having to come all the way back to Ohio.”

Sebastian supposed he could understand that thought process though he honestly had no problem with coming to see his family, flying anxiety aside. “Y-yeah, you could totally come up to see me in New York and we could show you around. Blaine knows all the great places to eat.” In the back of Sebastian’s mind, he had a niggling feeling like his mother had an ulterior motive to the two siblings spending time together without their parents… Though he knew it wasn’t the moment nor the day to bring up his somewhat unusual concerns.

The following afternoon was busy as Mrs. Smythe began making assorted dishes for the guests who would arrive later that evening, leaving Sebastian and Blaine to help with that as well as helping with decorating the house. Sloane was relatively popular in her class and many people were expected to arrive. Every family member chipped in to make sure it would be the best eighteenth birthday for the youngest Smythe.

“Do you remember my eighteenth birthday?” Sebastian asked Blaine as the two of them hung streamers in the parlor. Mr. Smythe was sitting at his usual spot in his lounge chair, though he was focused on whatever show was playing on the television. “It was the last one we had together before you left for New York. We had it Halloween-themed; I remember specifically requesting a Halloween party because costume parties are your favorite.” The memory made Sebastian laugh fondly. All of his memories that involved Blaine were typically good memories that he cherished.

Blaine Anderson:

"I think you should try on the pink one next, I think it's going to be the one." Blaine called as he rolled over on his back to stretch. He lifted his head when he heard the door open, his face lighting up when he saw Sebastian coming through the door. "Well good morning, sunshine." He said as he sat up, smiling sweetly at the taller as he sat next to him on the bed. Blaine's heartbeat got a little quicker when he felt Sebastian's hand on his knee, making eye contact with him he sighed softly with a smile. "I'm sorry, I tried to wait for you but you were sleeping so good I couldn't bother you." Blaine placed his hand on Sebastian's, rubbing it slowly. He bit his lip gently, feeling that tension building again as it made the air thicker. He glanced down to hide his grin. "I was-" He stopped when Sloane came walking out of her closet.

Blaine shook his head gently, clearing his throat. "Yeah, no, you-you're good." He gave her a warning look when she covered her mouth before looking up at Sebastian. "Y-yeah I'll be down in just a minute." When the older Smythe was out of the room, Blaine took a breath, chuckling softly. "God."

Sloane giggled, placing her hands on her cheeks. "Oh, you guys are so dumb. It's so adorable."

Blaine finally helped Sloane choose a dress for that night, the pink one winning by a mile. Once he was finished he made his way downstairs to meet Sebastian for breakfast, greeting his parents with another hug and his usual politeness. Blaine listened to everything the family had to say about Sloane, genuinely impressed by how accomplished she was already at such a young age. He was also excited to hear that she would be living closer to New York and they could see her more often. "That's wonderful, Sloane." He said, delighted, shaking his head. "I am very proud of you and you know, of course, you are always welcome at our place." Blaine glanced at Sebastian, slipping his hand in the taller's under the table, smiling. "I know how much Sebastian loves you and misses you." He said as he turned his attention back to Sloane. "I can also show you the best train to take between us and New Haven.”

He piped in when he could between bites of food and exchanging glances with both of the Smythe siblings. Blaine was beginning to feel anxious for his forthcoming conversation with Sebastian, trying to enjoy the morning with the family but also wishing that the day would go faster so they could just talk. Blaine felt a little silly considering the whole reason they came to Westerville was to celebrate Sloane’s birthday but being there all wrapped up in the memories and his feelings were making him impatient.

Blaine got more and more eager as the day progressed, not really leaving Sebastian's side. His stomach fluttered anytime they would exchange glances or touch- which was often. Every time their hands brushed as they hung the balloons and streamers the tension between them would thicken. The shorter couldn't help but grin when Sebastian brought up his eighteenth birthday party, Sloane having taken a moment to go check on Samantha to help her with the food. "Mm, yes, I remember that party vividly." Blaine chuckled as he looked fondly at Sebastian, the memory igniting a flame deep in his stomach. "That was the night when you kissed me for the first time."

Blaine replayed the memory in his head, remembering how the two had snuck away from the party to talk in Sebastian's room, the feelings similar to the ones he was feeling again, the air thick with tension and yet they were still so comfortable together. They were deep in conversation when Blaine asked Sebastian to kiss him. It was the first time he'd given into his feelings for Sebastian and it was something he would never regret. He remembered their first kiss like it just happened-- Blaine felt things when their lips touched for the first time that he had never experienced with anyone else before.

"I remember that I came dressed as Kitten Boy." Blaine laughed softly. "That silly superhero costume I made for myself in high school." Another giggle escaped him as he pictured the scene. "We made out on your bed in costume-- I'm sure that would've been silly to see." Blaine stopped for a moment, looking at Sebastian as he came out of his little flashback, smiling at him with a soft sigh. “You know, Seb, I’ve been thinking…” His hands trembled ever so slightly as he stepped closer, reaching for Sebastian’s hand, he decided to take advantage of the short moment they had been left alone. “I-” And as the universe would have it, Sloane barged right in on the moment.

“Oh! Boys, this looks so great!” She came in, spinning around to look at the whole room taking in how wonderful the decorations were looking. She stopped in her tracks when she looked at the two, down at their hands. “Shit,” The younger Smythe cursed, chuckling. “I’m sorry guys, I did it again.” Sloane giggled softly. “I was just...I came to see if Blaine wanted to help me and mom with my hair.”

Blaine dropped his head, shaking it gently as he chuckled. “Y-yeah.” He gave up on the moment as it had been burst. “I’m coming.” He looked up at the taller man and brought his hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “I suppose I will just see you at the party tonight.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian chuckled at the memory; the days where he and Blaine were happy together for those few short months seemed to pass by in slow motion at the time, only to be remembered as a distant memory now. Back then, Kurt wasn’t in the picture because he and Blaine had broken up-- Apparently the distance between them was too much to handle. The news had rekindled his and Blaine’s relationship, turning their friendship into something a little more. The kiss they shared that night was the first of many and was what Sebastian had based all of his hope on that he and Blaine actually had a chance.

“Kitten Boy,” Sebastian parroted, fondly remembering the costume well. Blaine had looked so cute that night-- absolutely irresistible. “I hope you still have that outfit.” His eyes followed as Blaine stepped closer and reached out to take his hand, about to extend his hand when Sloane had the best fucking timing yet again. When his sister had stepped into the room, Sebastian cursed under his breath and shot her a dirty look. Shrugging and unable to really dispute Sloane’s offer for Blaine to help out with Sloane’s hair, he reluctantly agreed to see Blaine at the party. “S-sure, I’ll finish up out here and see you at the party.” Sebastian finished up decorating the parlor, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Sloane’s not the only one with terrible timing; did you know you were born on a night I was going to take your mother out for a romantic dinner… I had a night of dancing and live music with dinner planned and, heh-- Just terrible, terrible timing,” Mr. Smythe chuckled through a cough. “You know what I ended up doing? I brought your mother’s favorite CD to the hospital and we danced with you in the hospital room.”

The story made Sebastian smile as he approached his father and sat across from him. “I never pegged you as the romantic type, Dad. You were always so serious when I was a kid.”

Mr. Smythe nodded with a wheezy laugh, “I have my moments, son. I can be very romantic at times. And so you know, it’s genetic.” He made a nudging gesture and winked at Sebastian, “You and that boy back home here again? Don’t let this opportunity go to waste.”

With his father’s words of wisdom in his mind, Sebastian was determined to get his moment with Blaine. He continued helping around the house and even volunteered to pick up the cake when the time came. As the day grew later, guests began to fill the house and the party was soon underway. Teenagers danced as music flowed through the house and many mingled with Sloane, wishing her a happy birthday.

“This party blows-- There’s not even any alcohol,” Sebastian whispered to Blaine, joking with him as they stood somewhat along the sidelines and watched as the party progressed.  

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine took Sloane’s hand and let her pull him away and up the stairs, sighing heavily. “Sloane, sweetie, you know I love you as if you were my own sister but you have the worst timing.” He chuckled, following her into her bedroom to help her get ready, helping her curl her blonde hair and then zipping up her dress once she was all ready. He gave her a once over before nodding, she looked gorgeous in the pink dress that sparkled and hit her right at the knee. “You look like a princess.” Blaine told her before kissing her cheek. “Now you have to help me out.” Sloane then helped him pick out the best outfit to look the most handsome that night, letting her know that he was going to tell Sebastian how he felt and ask him to officially be his boyfriend that night. They both took a moment to squeal and jump up and down before she helped him get dressed, advising him to use a normal person’s amount of gel and not how she remembered him wearing it in high school.

Later that night the party was officially underway and all of the teenagers filled the room, dancing to the loud music booming out of the speakers. As Blaine watched the teens dancing, it brought him back to when he and Sebastian were that age and made him think of the taller’s eighteenth birthday party. It looked almost the same just with different decorations and less Warblers. He chuckled when Sebastian whispered to him, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed loosely. “We could always spike our own punch- if I remember correctly, your father has quite the liquor cabinet.” Blaine joked right back, looking at the taller. He looked Sebastian up and down slowly, appreciating how nice he looked, it made his heart skip a beat.

“C’mon, let’s make it less boring.” He said, setting his drink down on the nearest surface, turning his back to the crowd to grab both of Sebastian’s hands, pulling him closer to the sea of dancing teens. “Dance with me.” Blaine found the medium rhythm of the music with his body and he began to dance. “When’s the last time we danced together, hm?” The shorter asked, pulling Sebastian closer to him by his shirt. “Also, you look extremely handsome tonight. Like, you are always handsome but tonight you look exceptionally good.” His voice was low just for him to hear over the music.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian followed suit with Blaine, setting his own drink down before the two made their way where everyone else was dancing. “Spiking our punch with a little somethin’-somethin’ sounds like it’ll definitely liven this party up a bit. In the meantime, however…” He placed a hand on Blaine’s waist, moving his hips to the music. Dancing among the crowd of teenagers definitely made Sebastian feel like he was back in high school and courting Blaine to rejoin the Warblers and date him. Maybe all that flirting had paid off in the end considering where the two were now. “I want to dance all my dances with you, B,” Sebastian murmured back, enjoying their close proximity. “I don’t think we’ve danced like this since back at my party… We were the hottest piece of Warbler gossip then.” Sebastian chuckled low in his voice, enjoying the shorter man’s moves. Of the two, Sebastian always considered Blaine the better dancer.

As they continued to dance, they somehow stepped closer together, their bodies all but pressed up against one another. They locked eyes with one another and Sebastian could feel that same tension he’d felt earlier that day. Words that weighed heavily on both their minds, impatiently waiting to be spoken. “Hey,” Sebastian spoke up, some of the tension between them lifting but only slightly. “Do you wanna get outta here?” They both knew that his parents had situated themselves in the smaller family room where they could enjoy slight peace and quiet, and Sloane was most likely off somewhere else entertaining her guests.

Sebastian took Blaine’s hand and swiped a bottle of Bacardi from his father’s liquor cabinet before sneaking off upstairs to his bedroom. They managed to make it inside and Sebastian locked the door behind him. He opened the bottle of rum and took a generous swig, the liquid burning as it traveled down into the bottom of his stomach. “Want some?” He asked, offering the bottle to Blaine. He hoped that a little liquid courage might coerce the words out of them.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s insides fluttered and he fell a little harder for Sebastian when he used that cheesy line on him, agreeing with the sentiment wholeheartedly. He wrapped his arms tight around Sebastian’s neck to dance even closer to him, the tension between them causing his cheeks to warm as if he’d taken a shot of alcohol already. Blaine’s eyes never left Sebastian’s and when the taller suggested they get out of there all he could do was bite his lip and nod gently. Blaine laced their fingers together when Sebastian took his hand and he held it tightly, allowing the other to lead him through the house. He grinned to himself as Sebastian grabbed the bottle of rum and they made their way upstairs.

Blaine’s heart beat hard against his chest once they were alone in Sebastian’s bedroom, his palms starting to sweat ever so lightly. This was it, they were alone for the night and this would be his chance. He kicked off his shoes and undid his bowtie, letting it lay untied on around his neck as he kneeled onto the bed, maneuvering to sit with his legs crossed underneath him. “Yes, please.” He nodded, reaching for the bottle, taking a big gulp or two. “Mm, I’m having a really good time with you, y’know.” He offered, smiling at his best friend. “It’s so crazy being back here… back in this house… in your room.” Blaine shook his head, glancing down for a brief moment before looking back at Sebastian. “Feels like that night of your birthday party.”

Blaine patted the bed in front of him for Sebastian to come sit with him. “C’mere.” His voice was soft and his insides felt as if they were melting so he took another drink of the rum, drinking just enough to attempt to calm his frazzled nerves, not enough to get drunk because he didn’t want anything getting in the way of what he wanted to tell Sebastian. “I’ve been thinking a lot today...especially since you brought up your party. I was thinking about it and that night.” He smiled, shaking his head. “I’m...I’m really happy to be here with you again.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian undid the first few buttons on his shirt, allowing him to feel more at ease before he toed off his own shoes and moved toward the bed. He sat down across from Blaine, making himself comfortable before he took back the bottle for another swig. It didn’t seem the alcohol was having any effect on him yet but he hoped it would at least help him relax further. It felt freeing to be alone in his room with Blaine, just talking and being together.

He smiled at Blaine’s sentiments, knowing that being back in Westerville-- in his childhood home-- that there were definitely memories and feelings that came rushing back for the both of them. “It really was an unforgettable night-- one of my favorites, really.” Sebastian admitted honestly, placing the alcohol on the nightstand. “I’m really happy that you’re here with me, too. I have a feeling that before this night is over, it’ll be one of my new favorites.”

Sebastian leaned forward and brought his hand up to cup at Blaine’s face. “You mean everything to me.” His voice was just above a whisper, as if the words he was speaking were meant for Blaine’s ears only and he was afraid anyone else might overhear him. The music from downstairs could be heard faintly through the bedroom door, not nearly loud enough to obstruct their conversation. “I’d do anything and everything to make you happy.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s eyes fluttered when Sebastian cupped his cheek, leaning into the taller’s touch as he let out a soft breath. The words that rolled off his tongue made the butterflies in his stomach multiply, he could feel the emotion building up inside of him, pushing his heart up into his throat. “You mean everything to me, too.” He whispered, looking Sebastian right in the eyes, his own eyes slightly glossy. “I am happy. Because of you.” The tension that had been following them all day making it’s presence known, thickening the longer they sat there. “Sebastian, I...I have really been wanting to talk to you and it seemed that every time I tried to today, your sister took my moment.” He chuckled softly, biting his lip as he glanced down, letting his fingertips graze over Sebastian’s forearm down to his hand. “I meant what I said last night, you know.” He began, knowing there was no turning back from this moment.

Blaine’s honey eyes wandered up to lock with Sebastian’s and he shook his head. “Sebastian, I love you.” He repeated his words from the night before, they fell heavily off his tongue. They held more meaning this time than they ever had before. “I regret everything that I have done that kept me away from this, away from you.” He felt intensely as he spoke, allowing himself to feel the emotion he’d been trying to suppress since they met was overwhelming. It almost made him dizzy. “I should have never left you in high school and I should have never gotten back with Kurt; that was the worst mistake I have ever made and I am so, so, thankful that I have gotten this second chance with you.”

Blaine sniffled softly, the feelings getting to him a little. “I’m thankful that you are giving me this second chance to make everything right again. I still want to apologize to you for putting you through everything that I did. You deserved-- deserve-- so much better than that. Better than me.” He spoke intensely as he confessed all of those thoughts to Sebastian, conveying just through his body language and tone that he meant every word with all of his heart. “You...you are the most wonderful man I have ever known, Seb.” By that moment Blaine had managed to take both of the taller’s hands to hold them in his own.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian remained quiet as he listened to his dear friend speak, chuckling only when the comment about his ill-timing sister was made. It was obvious that Blaine was genuinely speaking from the heart-- pouring out his soul to Sebastian. A slight frown faltered Sebastian’s soft smile when he noticed Blaine’s eyes gloss over, wet with tears wanting to spill over. Before he could make a move to reach out to him, Blaine had already taken his hands into his own. He felt Blaine’s words reverberate through his entire body. They’d both said “I love you’s” to each other countless amounts of times since they were mere teenagers and Sebastian always understood the boundaries then; he knew then that those words didn’t mean what he wanted them to mean for all those years. Tonight, however, he knew that Blaine meant them differently. He knew that Blaine was very purposefully trying to communicate the depth and intensity of his feelings for him. Sebastian could feel it pulsating in and around him.

“I love you too,” he replied to Blaine, unsure if those words would ever be enough to describe the adoration and yearning he had for the other man. “I’ve always loved you.” He could sense the deep regret within Blaine for the mistakes of the past but Sebastian wouldn’t ever hold it against him or make him feel bad. Maybe Sebastian might’ve done that with someone else, but not with Blaine.

Blaine was special. Blaine would always be special to him.

Sebastian brought Blaine’s hand to meet his lips, kissing it softly and lingering for a moment. “B, I’ll always give you a second chance-- a third and fourth chance, even. Maybe that’s stupid or reckless, but I’d risk losing you again and again if it meant I could be with you, even if it’s just for a little while. It’s the least I could do after what you did for me.” Sebastian swallowed a lump in his throat, his hands trembling just a bit in Blaine’s. Now he was the one to feel the buildup of the day’s tension bubbling up and spilling over all at once. He laughed wetly, amused that he ever really showed any type of real emotion only when he was with Blaine. He was the only one who could pierce right through every wall he ever built up. “Y-you don’t have to say such nice things to me or act like I did this big, heroic thing by accepting you after everything between you and Kurt happened. I mean, you thought that Kurt was your soulmate.” He tried his best to communicate his understanding and that there were never any negative feelings about anything that happened back then, but he still couldn’t help but to look away. In reality, Blaine leaving all those years ago had been a big blow to Sebastian; it had left him an emptier kind of man for sometime before he could pick himself up and move on. “... I wasn’t going to keep you from being happy even if it meant I couldn’t have you.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was thankful for the few chugs he'd had of the alcohol because if not for that he might've spun out and tripped all over his words but instead he was saying the things he wanted to say loud and clear and he was positive he was getting his message across. He smiled sweetly at the taller when he told him that he'd always loved him, the words he'd always known of still causing him to melt. Blaine was also thankful that he was definitely one of the ones - if not the only one - who could pass right through Sebastian's walls and get through to him.

Blaine felt guilty that Sebastian gave him any credit for doing anything for him after all he'd put him through, knowing how Seb felt for him, teasing him with hope of a relationship and then just leaving him alone. He'd been terrible to Sebastian and he didn't deserve that second or third or fourth chance. He watched as Sebastian kissed his hand, the kiss sparking a flame underneath his skin. He shook his head. "I know I don't deserve another chance, I know that. And that's why I'm promising you right now that I will do everything within my power to make sure you never get hurt again." Blaine promised him, Sebastian unknowing that Blaine meant emotionally and physically, seeing as Nightbird would always be there to protect Sebastian from getting hurt.

"No," Blaine shook his head again, moving to sit on his knees so he could be closer to Sebastian, holding his hands. "I do have to say these things to you because that's just it. I thought Kurt was my soulmate but he is not. He is so far from it and I should have realized it then but I was so dumb." He took Sebastian's face in his hands. "I should have seen it because you were the one who was there for me, you are the one who has always been right there when I called for you, you are the one who always knows just what to do or say to make me feel good about myself. You are the one. You are my soulmate, Sebastian, and I know that now." Blaine's eyes were locked with Sebastian's as he spoke, urgent and sincere.

His voice softened as he looked at the other, he could feel the words bubbling up in his chest, the words he had never said to Sebastian before even though he knew he felt them deep down. He had never felt as if he were allowed to feel them so he suppressed them and moved on with Kurt. But in that moment he felt them and he knew he was going to say them and he knew the gravity of it. “Seb,” Blaine whispered, brushing his thumbs over the other’s cheeks. “I’m in love with you.” When the words jumped from his tongue he felt free. More free than he had ever felt. Blaine pulled Sebastian’s face closer to his to close the space between them, crashing their lips together, kissing him in such a way that he never had before- letting all of his feelings pour out of him into the kiss.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian couldn’t look away from Blaine as the words echoed through his head. He wouldn’t look away. He felt like the entire world had stopped revolving and only he and Blaine existed in this point of time, staring into each other’s eyes as Blaine declared that they were soulmates. Sebastian felt claimed; he felt that Blaine was accepting him wholeheartedly and completely into his life-- wiping away any and all doubt in Sebastian’s mind that what they had wasn’t real. Having Blaine’s hand on him made him feel grounded; it was as if Blaine were his anchor and he had a purpose for existing. Blaine was his reason for being here.

When Blaine admitted that he was in love with him, Sebastian felt something catch in his throat and it was as if something inside of him had been unlocked. They were words he had been dying to hear-- words that Sebastian only dreamed and imagined the Blaine Anderson would ever utter to him and here he was, sitting right in front of him and openly admitting it. Before Sebastian could collect his thoughts or admit that he, too, was very much in love with Blaine, they were suddenly kissing and that was all Sebastian needed.

He kissed Blaine back with fervor, all the resistance he had put up for himself melted away in but an instant. His hands wrapped around the smaller man’s waist as they maneuvered closer to each other on the bed with their bodies pressed together. He had longed for Blaine to kiss him like this-- to want him like this. It was something in which Sebastian had waited years. He pulled away breathlessly, his eyes glossed over from sheer happiness as he looked at Blaine’s flushed face with an overjoyed laugh. “God, Blaine, I’m so fucking in love with you,” he declared, the words ringing clearer and truer than ever, since it first became just a thought within Sebastian’s subconscious.

Sebastian leaned in for another kiss, hungry for more from the man-- for his soulmate. His lips parted slightly, deepening the kiss as he led the man to lay down on the bed, his hand holding the small of his back for support as their legs tangled together. Sebastian could feel his heart beating against his chest, quicker than its usual speed-- even for a speedster. He continued to kiss Blaine as they laid in bed together, flashes of memories when they were in high school fading into the forefront of his mind. Just like that night, he had always wanted Blaine. His hand found its way to stroke up and down Blaine’s side, relishing in how the man’s body felt so much like home. “Bl-Blaine… I want you so bad,” Sebastian murmured as he kissed Blaine’s neck, sucking little marks into his hot flesh.

Blaine Anderson:

The shorter whined against Sebastian’s lips after he reciprocated Blaine’s feelings and leaned in for another kiss, moving with him so he could lay back on the bed. His heart was beating so hard he feared it could burst out of his chest at any moment, a fire spreading through his body as they both deepened the kiss. It was very reminiscent of the night they shared on Sebastian’s eighteenth birthday, only the clear difference was that everything was out in the open. Both of their hearts were completely open and those honest, raw feelings were out in the open, never to be taken back.

When Blaine was laid back onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around Sebastian’s neck just to slowly drag his hands down the taller’s neck, over his jawline to cup his face again, kissing him deeper. Chills rose on his skin at the feeling of Sebastian’s hands on his sides, his entire body shuddering when his lips touched Blaine’s neck, causing the shorter to bite his lip. Blaine’s eyes fluttered closed and shaky breaths left his lips when he could feel the hot breath from Sebastian's hushed words against his skin and it stirred something inside of him that traveled quickly to his lower regions. With his hands traveling lower, he tugged at Sebastian’s shirt so that they could gain access to his skin, nodding his head gently and quickly as he ran his hands up Sebastian’s back and then down again, relishing the feeling of his skin. “P-please.” He breathed, pushing at the top of the other’s pants. “I want you. Need you.”

Blaine had envisioned having sex with Sebastian a thousand times - it was hard not to when Sebastian was so suggestive throughout their entire relationship. Not to mention the few times they had gotten each other off by just grinding against each other back in highschool. He never thought they would really go all the way but he knew that if it turned out anything close to what he imagined then he was going to be blown away. Images of the two naked in the bed, moaning and gasping, clutching to each other for dear life, flashed through his mind and it only turned him on further. He arched his back a little as he kissed Sebastian hungrily again, spreading his legs under the other and tugging at his clothes a little. “Please, Seb.” His voice was soft, desperate, just barely audible as it was surrounded by his shaking breath.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian felt too hot in his own skin. Every touch and noise that came from the man underneath him sent thrills throughout his body that needed to be addressed immediately. Reluctantly pulling back from an eager kiss, Sebastian undid the buttons of his shirt and whipped it off somewhere, forgotten. So many times he had pictured this scenario in his head and it was really happening right here and now. He loved the way Blaine begged for him-- how the other man’s hands fumbled with his pants. It took little to no time for Sebastian to make work of Blaine’s cute top, pulling it up and over his head and tossing it in the same general direction that he did for his own shirt. He sat back for a moment, looking down at Blaine’s naked torso and breathed in awe. Of course there were times he’d seen the man topless before but in his bed? Pleading for sex? The sight alone sent a rush of blood to his cock and Sebastian whined as he bit his lip. “I want to give you everything,” he told Blaine, undoing and getting rid of his own pants before he helped Blaine out of his.

Though Sebastian was no stranger to sex, there was a thoughtfulness he had with Blaine that he hadn’t ever had with his now-irrelevant sexual conquests. “Want to make you feel good, B,” he whispered, palming at the other’s groin over the cloth of his snug underwear. He could feel Blaine begin to harden directly under his touch and he leaned down to press another hot and fleeting kiss to the boy’s lips before moving down and kissing his neck and down to his chest. “I love your body,” he told Blaine, letting his tongue skin over one of the other’s pointed nipples. He relished every little sound and movement Blaine made as Sebastian continued to explore Blaine’s body, pressing soft kisses down his torso.

With quick movements, Sebastian pulled Blaine’s underwear down and off of him, revealing the man’s hardened cock. “Oh, baby,” Sebastian could see how hard Blaine was for him already and it made his stomach do flips. He licked at the thick shaft before wrapping his lips around the head. Wrapping his hand around the shaft, he kept his eyes trained on Blaine’s face for a reaction.

Blaine Anderson:

Every move that Sebastian made caused Blaine's heart to race even faster. His face flushed red with heat when they were both finally unclothed and he reached forward for Sebastian, wanting to feel him. He took advantage of every moment he could, touching any part of the taller that he could get his hands on, his breath coming out heavier, Sebastian's words making his insides twist and turn every time. "I want everything, want you. Wanna feel you." He begged softly.

His divorce and Kurt were so far out of his mind that if asked he might not even remember Kurt's name. He was so close to being out of that marriage and he was so done with Kurt that it didn't even matter anymore.

As Sebastian touched and kissed Blaine’s body, it moved with him-- arching his back, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his hands shaking, humming and moaning softly with every little touch. He tried his best to take in every moment of what was happening, every move-- breath, touch, kiss-- felt incredible and he could feel his nerve endings sparking as Sebastian made his way down his body. As much as he tried to keep his cool, it was impossible. His body shaking and his cock hardening with every second that passed completely gave away how he was feeling and how badly he wanted this-- how badly he wanted Sebastian.

He helped Sebastian take off his boxer-briefs by lifting up his hips, his hazel eyes glued to the taller man that kneeled over him, he was finally completely naked in front of Sebastian in all of his hard glory. He only briefly felt insecure because he hadn’t been naked in front of anyone in a really long time. When Sebastian called him baby, Blaine bit his lip, his cheeks deepened in color and the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. He spread his legs a little more for Sebastian, pressing his feet into the mattress. His eyes fluttered, letting his head fall back onto the pillow when Sebastian’s warm mouth surrounded the head of his member, a gasp catching in his throat at the feeling of other’s hand wrapping firmly around him. “Oh,” Blaine’s voice was low, just a breath. He carefully rolled his hips upwards, trying to feel more, needing to feel more. “Mm, please ‘Bastian.” Blaine whined, shamelessly desperate for everything that was about to happen.

He gathered up enough strength to hold himself up on his elbows so he could look down at Sebastian, giving him a soft nod, his chest moving with soft, deep breaths, giving him encouragement to proceed. He licked his lips slowly, letting them part as their eyes caught one another again. Sebastian was so attractive-- so intensely hot-- just the sight of him between Blaine’s legs made the shorter even harder, even more excited for the experience they were sharing.

Sebastian Smythe:

When Blaine rolled his hips forward, Sebastian hummed around the other’s cock, hollowing out his mouth to take in more of him. He gently pushed Blaine’s legs apart further, his free hand rubbing comfortingly up and down his thigh. He sucked in earnest, doing his best to make Blaine feel as incredible as he felt whenever he was with him. He watched as Blaine’s back arched back as he was enraptured in pleasure, pulling off and licking his lips with a slight smirk. Sebastian’s ego inflated greatly when he saw how needy and wanton Blaine was for him. His hand worked Blaine’s dick lazily, stroking up and down the shaft as his thumb swiped at the head, precome spreading. ` “Gorgeous,” he mumbled, leaning down to capture Blaine’s lips in a messy kiss. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath of air, willing his own erection to not rush into things. As much as Sebastian would’ve love to just have his way with Blaine, he knew what tonight meant. This was his first time with Blaine and he wanted more than to just get off. He wanted this to be an experience neither one of them would ever forget. So when Blaine whined for him again, Sebastian leaned over to the nightstand and rummaged until he procured what he’d been looking for: a condom and a bottle of tube. Sitting back with his knees pressing into the bed under him, Sebastian tore the condom wrapper and easily slid the rubber onto his cock. He looked up from his erection to Blaine, who seemed just as ready as him.

He instructed Blaine to spread his legs and bend his knees, unable to stop himself from licking his lips when the other’s puckered hole came into sight. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, temptation winning out as he slicked his fingers with lube before pressing a single digit into Blaine’s entrance, experimenting. Sebastian wanted to know what made Blaine feel good and what he didn’t like-- to make this experience the most noteworthy. The smaller man felt so tight around his one finger, he wasn’t sure how he could possibly fit his cock inside of him but God willing, he would try his damnedest.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine gripped the comforter beneath him, letting himself fall back against the pillows again as Sebastian took him into his mouth even further, all it took was gentle direction and Blaine moved exactly the way Sebastian wanted him to whether it be spreading his legs at the right moment or pushing his hips up to help the taller take more of him in when he wanted. Sebastian left trails of fire under his skin by the way he rubbed Blaine’s thighs. The shorter arched his back, gasping loudly at one point at the way Sebastian skillfully sucked on him, feeling himself growing even harder. He could see himself easily getting addicted to the feeling that came with being inside of Sebastian's warm, moist mouth.

Blaine's forehead wrinkled and he whined looking up at his lover, his face fell into a grin when he saw Sebastian's smirk, giggling softly. "Seb, don't tease me." He whined, squirming under the taller, arching his back again more exaggerated and slowly, enticing Sebastian to continue. "Mmm," He moaned softly against the other's lips when he kissed him, kissing him back with desperation. Blaine could see what Sebastian was doing and it only made him fall for him harder. This was their first time. It was Blaine and Sebastian's first time having sex and it was a moment for the history books.

He smiled lovingly up when their kiss broke. "You're gorgeous." He whispered softly, pulling him down to kiss him again before letting out a whine, running his hands along Sebastian's sides, holding onto his hips as he pressed his hips up to brush their erections together. Blaine leaned up to kiss whatever parts of Sebastian's neck and jaw he could reach as the taller reached for the nightstand to grab what they needed to proceed. Blaine obeyed Sebastian's wishes and spread his legs more, bending his knees to give them a better position. After licking his lips, he bit down hard on his lip, his eyes had long since grown dark and he watched Sebastian’s every move with a ravenous expression, mentally preparing himself for what was about to happen.

Blaine’s lips parted when he felt Sebastian’s finger push past his entrance, gasping Sebastian’s name, a deep wrinkle setting in his forehead. As his body slowly got used to the intrusion, a light smile pulled at his lips and he moved himself down to try and feel more of the other’s finger, rolling his hips slowly. “Mmm, more.” Blaine groaned, moving himself down again against Sebastian’s finger, letting his body get more used to the feeling as he ran his hands up his sides, stomach and chest slowly, another whine escaping him while wrapped around his words. “Want you.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian felt the ring of muscle tensing around the width of his finger as he pushed in deeper, waiting until Blaine’s body grew relaxed and used to the intrusion. He watched with adoration and lust as Blaine asked for more, deciding it would only be right to comply with his wishes. Sliding his finger out, he watched as the gaping hole flexed itself, gripping around nothing as if shocked by the sudden loss.

His cock bobbed unflaggingly, hard and ready to bury itself inside of Blaine once and for all. He positioned himself accordingly and lined his hard cock with the man’s tight entrance. The blunt tip of his cock rested against Blaine as Sebastian looked up to gaze into Blaine’s golden eyes. His hand gripped at Blaine’s hips, non-verbally communicating to ready himself. He began by slowly squeezing his member inside of Blaine, nearly overwhelmed by the incredible tightness that surrounded him. His jaw fell slack with a stilted gasp, trying his best to not rush. He knew that he was a lot to take in so he entered Blaine slowly, watching him carefully to be sure he wasn’t causing him any harm. “I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry,” he murmured quietly, coaxingly rubbing up and down Blaine’s sides in an attempt to help him relax. Sebastian just wanted to make Blaine felt good. He wanted to feel him close. Sure, he was really turned on and desperately hard, but Blaine was of the utmost importance. There wasn’t any other instance where he’d ever felt closer or more in love with Blaine Anderson and he wanted to make every moment count.

Once he was fully seated within Blaine, Sebastian stilled. He leaned forward as much as he could, kissing Blaine’s chest. He didn’t want to start moving until he knew his beautiful boy was alright.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine never let his eyes leave Sebastian's as he slipped his finger out of him, only fluttering when a whine fell from his mouth again. He felt very empty in that moment and he wanted to feel full, he wanted Sebastian deep inside of him, only imagining how it would feel made his cock throb harder. His heartbeat fluttered in tune with his eyelids at the way Sebastian looked at him. He knew the other man better than anyone and he knew that he was the only one in the history of Sebastian's sexual encounters who ever got the kind of loving, careful treatment he was getting. They were so in tune with each other that they could communicate non-verbally just by looking and touching and it was something he himself had never had with anyone else.  When Sebastian took his hips gently, yet firmly, he pushed down on the bed a little to position himself better to make it easier for both of them.

The shorter felt Sebastian begin to push into his entrance, sucking in a sharp breath, he bit down hard on his lip. His forehead wrinkled and he gripped the comforter between his fingers. It was definitely a lot to take in and as masochistic as it might've sounded, he loved that stinging, burning feeling that came with being stretched by the other man's cock. He thirsted for it as his own erection throbbed, aching to be touched.  Letting his teeth drag over his bottom lip he looked up at Sebastian, letting out a shaky breath and shaking his head. He thought it cute the way Sebastian was so concerned for him-- if he only knew how much Blaine loved that feeling. "Mm, no, don’t worry." he shook his head, placing his hand on the other's, speaking words of reassurance. "Love the way you feel."

When Sebastian was finally as far inside of him as he could be, Blaine lifted his legs higher to hook them on the taller's body near his waist, wanting to feel him closer. "Seb," His whole body trembled, causing his soft whispers to shake as he ran his hands up Sebastian's back, his touch gently and loving. The feelings he was having in that moment were almost too overwhelming for him to handle, never having felt so in love with someone before. "I love you," He parroted the words back to his lover, nodding his head gently as he smiled up at him. "I love you."  

Blaine knew that Sebastian was waiting for his signal to start moving so he didn't waste any time after his words of affection,  he pushed himself up a little to let Sebastian know he was more than ready for him to move, his eyes fluttering again. His lips parted and a trembling whimper fell from him. "Please," He knew that's all he needed to say.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian ran his hand up and down Blaine’s torso, his fingers tracing the little bends and dips of muscles along his body. It was evident that the man probably still kept a somewhat active regimen, though that it wasn’t something that took priority in his life. He loved that Blaine wasn’t too lanky nor too muscular; the man was absolutely perfect. Blaine was perfect for him and when he was inside of him, that feeling only strengthened. He could feel his cock within Blaine pulsating, his strong heartbeat reverberating throughout the boy’s limber body. He knew that this feeling was the most physically connected and intimate he could ever be with another human being, and he was forever grateful he could share this experience with Blaine.

“Doing so good for me, babe-- taking me so well,” his broken sentences fell gently from his lips as he praised his lover, moving only slightly at first. Sebastian could see that Blaine was desperate for more. He bent forward, sliding his hands up and under Blaine's chest. Fingers slowly circled Blaine's nipples in time with slow, gentle thrusts, and Sebastian kissed wherever he could reach. Soon, he found a steady rhythm that benefited the both of them and his breath began coming out in shorter pants. He could feel Blaine opening up for him more and more with each thrust, allowing Sebastian to move with a bit more force each time. “So good for me,” Sebastian repeated, snapping his hips forward with a sudden jolt as his hand found Blaine’s thigh, gripping it for stability. He had to be careful that his powers not slip through-- that he took his time with everything and that he wouldn’t get ahead of himself. He rolled his hips in time, chuckling breathlessly as Blaine moved his own hips to meet him and deepen each thrust. “You’re so tight-- I fucking love you,” he growled, nipping at Blaine’s neck.

Blaine Anderson:

Chills rose on Blaine's body when Sebastian praised him, the words making his insides tingle all over.  "Ugh, god." He groaned as the taller moved, arching his back slightly when he felt Sebastian's thumbs over his nipples, the sensation almost enough for him to have an orgasm right then and there.  Everything felt so intense, almost too intense when Sebastian moved a bit faster, both of them finding a rhythm perfect for them.  Blaine felt so hot as if a searing fire was running wild underneath his skin, melting it from the inside out. He was certain at any moment they would burn right through the comforter and sheets spread across Sebastian's bed.

The way he felt, feeling Sebastian deep inside of him, feeling so full, it was indescribable and it caused him to moan out in immense pleasure. He began moving his body in tune with Sebastian's to meet his thrusts, being sure to take him as deep as he possibly could, his hungry entrance clenching around the other's hard cock every so often.  Desperate whimpers of Sebastian's name and a couple of profanities jumped from his tongue as his breaths began to come out harder and quicker. A grin pulled at the corner of Blaine's lips when Sebastian growled against his neck,  groaning louder as a reaction to the way the other bit at his neck. Blaine gripped onto Sebastian's back, arching his own again as he moved his hips a bit faster, letting one of his hands run up the other's neck and tangle in his hair. He turned his head to pant against Sebastian's ear, murmuring against it. "Harder." His voice was low, wrapped up in a soft growl of his own before it melted into a desperate whine, tugging at Sebastian's hair. "Sebastian, please."

Blaine could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust, his rock hard erection rubbing between their slick bodies, he tried his best to keep his cries of pleasure quiet but he was failing to do so. It just felt entirely too incredible and he was eternally grateful for the music that continued to boom loudly from downstairs. The room full of teenagers did not need to hear Blaine moaning and swearing and calling out Sebastian's name like he was in some pornographic film.

Sebastian Smythe:

Hearing Blaine whisper little profanities as he was being fucked was something Sebastian fantasized many times but he never thought he would look and sound so delicious. Blaine’s fingers raking through and tugging his hair spurred him on even more, snapping his hips forward again to thrust into the man especially deep. Doing so had Sebastian letting out a guttural moan, feeling himself getting close to his tipping point. Sebastian's hips shuddered into an erratic rhythm. He sucked in a shaky breath and closed his eyes, willing himself not to come just yet. “Fuck, B, you’re making this way too fucking good,” he warned, looking down at his lover through half-lidded eyes.

His hand reached out and grasped at Blaine’s incredibly hard cock, feeling it nearly throb in his hand. Sebastian timed his hips with his hand, stroking Blaine as he thrust into him. At this point he could feel beads of sweat begin to form at his brow and down the back of his neck, and he knew Blaine was growing closer too. He leaned in as much as his body would allow while still multitasking fucking into Blaine while jerking him off at the same time. He could see the way his brow furrowed up, a wrinkle settling into his forehead as he was overcome with pleasure. Sebastian loved that he was the one to see Blaine like that. He was the cause of Blaine feeling so overwhelmed with excitement and intensity-- that he would be the cause for Blaine eventually coming all over his childhood bed sheets.

“You’re mine,” he said in a low voice, hot and heavy. “You’re mine and no one else is ever gonna get to see you like this.” Sebastian spoke the words as if they were fact; he was very certain of himself that he could keep Blaine satisfied and that as long as he was around, no one else would get the privilege of having Blaine this way ever again. “Want you to come for me.” He emphasized the last word, his hand pumping up and down on Blaine’s cock with vigor.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine kept his body moving in tune with Sebastian's as they moved harder, chasing the orgasm that was building rapidly inside of him. His breath came out in hard pants and the noises he made only got louder when he felt Sebastian's hand wrap around his erection. Blaine's body shook, his hands trembling as he grabbed the taller wherever he could reach, gripping onto him for dear life. He was so close to the edge that all it took was Sebastian's possessive words to push him right over.  "Gonna come for you, Seb. Wanna come only for you." He definitely liked the dialogue between them when they had sex, it was nothing like Kurt at all- Kurt was quiet except for his high-pitched moans and screams and god forbid Blaine say anything like the words he just uttered to Sebastian. He really liked the way Sebastian spoke to him, he loved the possessive nature in which he spoke. It was a big turn on for him.

The overwhelming, emotional feelings caused the fire in his body to isolate to his stomach, and he felt his bottom half beginning to tense. It started in his hips, the muscles in his thighs burning as the muscles near and around his groin tensed. When his orgasm began to hit him, his eyes slammed shut and he threw his head back, completely letting go.

Blaine's jaw fell slack and all of the muscles in his body contracted as he moved desperately against Sebastian to ride his orgasm for everything it was worth, bright stars exploded behind his eyelids and he barely recognized his own voice when he called out Sebastian's name. He chanted it like a mantra as his body shook with the intense pleasure he was feeling, fucking himself into Sebastian's hand as he came, his abs glistening in the low light with his own come.

"I'm yours, I'm yours." It was the most intense orgasm Blaine had ever experienced and that was no exaggeration. He had never felt so connected with someone both physically and emotionally. He used to think he and Kurt were that connected but, boy, was he wrong. Having sex with your soulmate was way more intense and way better than having sex with anyone else. He didn't know that an orgasm could feel so good that he almost blacked out.

Sebastian Smythe:

Watching the way Blaine so eagerly fucked into Sebastian’s hand, making noises that should’ve been deemed illegal drove Sebastian mad. He was pumping his hand furiously, watching as thick spurts of come shot out of Blaine’s cock and onto his gorgeous, glistening body. He swore he never saw another human being so absolutely breathtaking in his life. He loved the way Blaine’s voice sounded when he affirmed the fact that he belonged only to him; it gave Sebastian the satisfaction of knowing he and he alone was the one to give his lover what he needed. He continued to stroke Blaine through his orgasm until he felt it shudder in his hand and as it began to fall flaccid, he let go.

As Blaine’s body began to fall limp, experiencing aftershocks from his orgasm, Sebastian’s hands moved to grip the smaller man’s hips. His thrusts became moreso erratic and though Blaine had already finished coming, Sebastian shoved in anyways, holding Blaine tight at the hips. He felt his orgasm teetering on the edge. He tilted him just right so he could hit Blaine's prostate with one especially sharp thrust. The shock of it made Sebastian gasp raggedly, mouth hinged open, brow scrunched up with a mixed mixture of pleasure and delicious pain. “Mine, mine, mine, mine!” Sebastian chanted possessively as he was sent toppling over his limit. He let everything go and came. Hard. Had he not been wearing a condom, he knew that his orgasm would've been a messy one. WIth eyes screwed shut, his hips ground into Blaine as he rode out his incredible orgasm.

“Fuck,” he shuddered as soon as he began to descend from his climax. His body felt like it was shaking from his very core. He was becoming over-sensitive at this point, his hips moving slower as he stumbled forward. His hands caught himself against the headboard before he lowered himself onto Blaine, his chest heaving with exhausted gasps for air. He looked down at Blaine and gently eased himself down against him, slipping his soft cock and wincing in the process.

His body still shook from such an intense orgasm, his brain scrambled and unable to form a coherent sentence. “.. ‘mazing,” he mumbled against Blaine’s neck, attempting to nuzzle against him but his overtired body unwilling to do so. He could feel his hot breath bouncing off of Blaine’s skin and back against his face. “... I love you.”

Blaine Anderson: 

Blaine came, shaking and groaning, covering his body and even some of the sheets in his hot liquid until he couldn't come anymore. He bit down hard on his lip as Sebastian continued to ride out his own orgasm even though Blaine had come.  Just like the initial stretching of his entrance when they first started, the masochist in him thoroughly enjoyed the slightly painful feeling that came with Sebastian fucking into him as his orgasm started to wear off, before it could get to be too much to handle the taller was coming and Blaine kept his eyes glued to his lover.

"Mmm, Sebastian." He hummed, still panting and whining as the other moved against him, he still had a tight grip on him-- definitely leaving marks in the shape of his fingers on Sebastian's sides that would make for nice bruises the next morning. He whimpered out loud when he felt the other hit his prostate, clenching around Sebastian's pulsating cock and his forehead wrinkled.  He knew how sore he would be in the morning but he wasn't about to regret one moment or movement; it felt entirely too good.

Sebastian was done before he felt too painfully sensitive and he tried to stay as still as possible, the uncomfortable feeling not overshadowing the absolute euphoric state he was in, feeling intoxicated by everything that had just happened. His honey eyes gazed up at the taller's green eyes, his breaths still coming out short and heavy, his body trembling and wet with the mixture of their sweat and his come.  He had never felt so good while also feeling so sticky. A grin pulled at Blaine's lips as his eyes fluttered, a daze look upon his face and he let out a soft chuckle. "Wow." He breathed, loosening his grip on Sebastian's sides to rub his face a little, attempting to make sure he didn't just dream the events that just occurred in Sebastian's bed.  Blaine winced as well when Sebastian pulled out of him, hissing quietly.

When the taller was finally relaxed against him, he didn't even mind the sticky feeling between them; he was just happy to hold Sebastian. A content, happy sigh fell from his lips. "I love you, too." He replied easily, turning his head just a little to press a kiss to his head. "I love you so much. That was...wow." Blaine whispered again, chuckling. "That was even better than I imagined."

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian’s body was worn out and he could feel it down to his bones. It didn’t matter that Blaine’s come had smeared between their bodies as the taller man nearly collapsed onto the man underneath him. Sebastian loved that he could literally just reach out and Blaine was right here with him, holding him and speaking to him in such a sweet voice. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut as he just breathed the man in, the stench of sweat and ecstasy thick in the air. A smile curled from his lips when he felt the gentle kiss to his forehead and he opened his eyes, looking up at Blaine. At his lover.

“You rock my world,” Sebastian laughed, his voice sounded more tired than he had intended. Managing to find just enough energy, Sebastian pulled himself off of Blaine and plopped down onto the bed, shifting close enough they their bodies were still touching. His hand seeked out Blaine’s hand and when he found it, he immediately took it, lacing their fingers together. Clean up was still required but for now he wanted to revel in what he and Blaine had just accomplished. He turned to face the other man and gave him a genuine smile. “I’m so in love with you,” he stated, unabashedly. His chest still rose and fell with each breath but he was soon able to catch his breath. He cleared his throat and shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Blaine’s torso. He waited until Blaine turned his head also before leaning in and kissing him slowly and gently.

As they broke the kiss, Sebastian stayed close, letting their noses brush against one another. “So,” he spoke up, his voice now a little more lively now that he’d regained some of his energy, “Does this mean we’re ‘officially’ dating now?” He chuckled, thinking that it was probably an unnecessary question.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine laughed with Sebastian when he praised him for rocking his world, shaking his head and taking a deep breath. "You are incredible." He said, giving Sebastian's hand a squeeze when he felt their fingers lace together.  Blaine turned his head to face the taller automatically smiling when he was greeted with Sebastian's gentle kiss, he hummed happily as he returned it just as slow. When it broke he licked his lips to relish in the taste of Sebastian's kiss.

One of his signature cheesy grins spread across his face and Blaine bit his lip, looking into the other's eyes, shaking his head. "You're so cute. You wanna be my boyfriend, huh?" He turned onto his side carefully, ignoring the soreness he was already feeling to get closer to Sebastian.  Before he gave him an answer he leaned in, placing his hand on the taller's cheek, capturing his lips with a very slow, loving kiss. Blaine was very good at showing his feelings through acts of affection, especially kissing. His heart was still beating abnormally fast against his chest as their kiss slowly came to an end. Taking a deep breath,  Blaine let his thumb brush gently over Sebastian's face. He took the moment to just look at him, really look at him. He definitely wasn't the teenager that he made out with on this same bed all those years ago. He didn't look old by any means but he wasn't a child anymore- they weren't children anymore. Sebastian was so handsome- he was a man now. He was his man.

"Okay, well, I'm going to do this right." Blaine said before he took Sebastian's hand, holding it close to his chest, caressing it with his thumb. "Sebastian," He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners like they did when he was that happy. "I love you, a lot. Will you be my boyfriend?" Blaine giggled, crinkling his nose. He knew he was cheesy, and he knew Sebastian loved that about him.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian watched as Blaine propped himself up and kissed him slow and steady. He loved that Blaine paid attention to details and took extra care in making sure every affectionate gesture meant something to the both of them. His lips parted slightly to bring Blaine into the kiss deeper, reciprocating with equal passion. He hummed happily as he smiled into the kiss-- a smile that remained even as Blaine leaned back. Sebastian watched with amusement as Blaine took his hand and held it against his chest, the words coming out of Blaine’s mouth warming his heart so. When Blaine scrunched his nose and laughed, it was like music to Sebastian’s ears.

Propping himself up in a similar fashion to Blaine, he nodded and replied, “I love you too-- very, very much. I would be honored if you would consider me as your boyfriend.” He almost felt like he was reciting some sort of vow he prepared beforehand and the fact made him chuckle out of sheer delight. He searched his mind and his heart to continue his declaration of love. “I, uh, I promise to always protect you and to always put you first.” He looked down at his hand held against Blaine’s chest and smiling, looked back up to lock eyes with him. “I know I’m not perfect but I’ll always try to do right by you, B.” Sebastian felt a little silly after saying all of those things. He was very rarely ever the type to speak his feelings even though his usual demeanor had others seeing him as crass and too blunt. Blaine was one of an especially exclusive group of people who ever saw his true self.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s grin only grew wider as Sebastian smiled at him, he loved being the reason for such a happy smile on the other man’s face. He was one that always believed that Sebastian was the most deserving person of all of the happiness he could possibly get his hands on, and now here he was being the reason for the man’s happy smile and it warmed him from the inside out.

He chuckled as he looked at his now boyfriend in adoration, thinking it really sweet that Sebastian felt the need to add to his answer, he knew that Sebastian wanted this as badly as he did and he knew that neither one of them wanted to mess it up. He knew that - as cheesy as it sounded - his heart was in very good hands. Sebastian was the perfect one to piece it back together and make it whole again. “Seb,” He shook his head, bringing his hand up to his lips to kiss it softly before letting it go to place his hand back on Sebastian’s cheek, wanting the taller to really hear him when he said his next words. “I’m not worried, okay?” Blaine smiled, leaning in for a quick, soft kiss before continuing. “I trust you. I know that you love me and I know that you would never hurt me.”

Blaine let his teeth drag slowly over his bottom lip and he glanced down. “I’m the one who promises that I will always do right by you. I promise that I will do everything to never hurt you or make you sad ever again. I….I never want to take this, take you, for granted again. Don’t wanna lose you.” His thumb brushed over Sebastian’s soft cheek before letting it trail down his neck, nodding his head gently. Blaine took another soft breath. “I’m going to prove myself to you, prove that it isn’t a mistake to give me another chance, that I love you.” His eyes fell down to where his hand rested on Sebastian’s chest, right over his heart. Blaine could feel Sebastian’s heart beating rapidly under his hand even though there were no signs of him being out of breath or worked up. Tilting his head, a soft chuckle left his lips. “Your heart is beating so fast.” He shook his head, looking at the other, only mildly concerned. “You okay, handsome?”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian knew that by his and Blaine’s track record, he should be worried that this could be a repeat of what happened all those years back when they were still in high school. Blaine was still legally married and that fact wouldn’t go away but Sebastian still didn’t care. He put his entire trust in Blaine because he loved him and knew that if his heart was going to be broken, he had no one to blame but himself. Sebastian smiled sweetly and nodded, “Hey, I believe you, Blaine. I trust you, too.” He made sure he gave Blaine a meaningful look and sounded genuine because he meant every word. “I’m not going to regret taking this chance with you.”

When Blaine commented commented on his irregular heartbeat, Sebastian chuckled nervously. “You always give me heart palpitations,” he joked, gently taking Blaine’s hand off of his chest and pressing it against his lips. “Being around you just does crazy things to me, I guess.”

He leaned forward to give Blaine another kiss before he pushed himself off of the bed. He quickly disposed of the condom and rummaged through one of the dresser drawers for a towel. Once he found one, he wiped the come from his torso before coming back to the bed to clean Blaine off. “Next time, I really want you to blow your load down my throat,” Sebastian said in a casual tone, leaning in closer to his boyfriend to whisper in his ear, “Sound appealing?”

Knowing that Blaine’s cheeks must’ve flushed red, Sebastian reared back with an amused laugh. “I like making you all flustered; I plan on doing it as often as I possibly can-- especially now that we’re dating.” He patted his boyfriend’s lap, letting him know that everything was alright. Things didn’t need to be tense and the past was both forgotten and forgiven. Sebastian wanted to focus on the future-- specifically, his future with Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

It made Blaine feel good that Sebastian trusted him enough to let him have another chance and it made him feel better to know that no matter what happened, Sebastian wasn't going to regret them. He would do everything in his power to make sure he never had even the slightest reason to.  When Sebastian got up from the bed, Blaine moved just a little to sit more against the pillows, smiling at the other when he comes to sit back down, his hazel eyes never leaving his boyfriend.

He smiled, humming softly as Sebastian cleaned off his torso. Blaine raised his eyebrows, his cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson, the words Sebastian spoke made him shiver. "Sebastian." The shorter giggled, liking that even after having sex the other could still make him blush and grin his big bashful grin. Blaine also liked that even though he knew Sebastian could be sweet and loving, he still had his crude moments. One of the many things that made him fall for Sebastian in the first place.

Blaine laughed softly, shaking his head as he looked at Sebastian. "You're the worst, you know that? But yes, sounds very appealing." He moved to stand up, carefully, so they could pull the soiled comforter from the bed.  "We should probably wash this ourselves- I can't live my life knowing your mom washed our sex bedding." Blaine chuckled again, looking around for his boxer-briefs - he felt a little self-conscious just hanging out naked with Sebastian. He picked them up when he finally found them,  Sebastian catching his eye and making him stop for a moment. He stood there a moment just to take in the sight of the taller man, he was so extremely attractive. He noted the new muscle tone the man was carrying nowadays and he had a great appreciation for it. Blaine also made a mental note that the next time they had sex he wanted to take his time and get to know every inch of him intimately, wanted to find every freckle on his body and kiss it. "You're really gorgeous, you know." He said, still holding his underwear in his hand as he walked towards his boyfriend, voicing his thoughts as he slipped his hands over the taller's sides, pulling him closer. "I really just want to find and kiss every single freckle on your body." His voice was low as he pressed his lips against one of the many freckles peppered all over Sebastian's chest.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian watched carefully as his boyfriend moved to stand up, knowing that he must’ve been in pain from such rigorous activity just moments ago. As Blaine moved to remove the comforter from the bed, Sebastian dragged it over to the corner of the room and agreed that they could wash it themselves later on. He suggested that when it got later in the night and the party was long over with, maybe the two of them could fix themselves a midnight snack while the sheets were in the wash. Hopefully by then there wouldn’t be anyone up and about in the house.

The both of them still very much naked, Sebastian couldn’t help but to grin when he noticed Blaine checking him out. Sebastian was always the type to have an abnormally inflated ego and he knew that recently he had gained an impressive amount of muscle tone after the lightning strike. If only Blaine knew what he got himself into whenever he was the speedster. As Blaine approached him, Sebastian’s arms immediately moved to wrap around his boyfriend’s shorter frame, humming contentedly as Blaine gently kissed his chest. “That’ll be a long night; I have a lot of freckles-- all over.” Sebastian was aware that his skin was littered with freckles like he was a freaking star map, though he never thought of it as a sexually appealing trait. Imagining Blaine pinning him to the bed and exploring his body for all of its freckles sounded like a worthwhile experience.

Sebastian placed a soft kiss against Blaine’s forehead, lingering for a moment to again, relish the feeling of the other man belonging to him. Blaine was standing right in front of him and they were hiding nothing from each other anymore. They were actually together and the fact put Sebastian in a state of bliss. He could not for the life of him even try to get rid of the smile on his face.

He let Blaine slip on his boxer-briefs while Sebastian looked for his own. When he sat back on the bed now at least partially clothed, he eyed the bottle of rum and realized that between the two of them, they had consumed a fair amount of alcohol yet Sebastian didn’t even feel slightly buzzed. The thought occurred that perhaps his abilities had something to do with the lack of effect the alcohol had had on him tonight. Still, Sebastian took another swig of the rum for the sake of experimentation. “For the record, Blaine, you’re way more gorgeous than me. I mean, you’re flawless; I’m going to keep saying that until the day I die.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine chuckled softly, grinning up at Sebastian. "Well, I mean, we have all the time in the world now together, right? I might take more than a night to get to know your freckles, maybe give my favorites special attention." He placed a kiss on a different freckle, caressing Sebastian's sides slowly.  Blaine hummed happily when he felt the taller kiss his forehead, crinkling his nose as he took Sebastian's face in his hands, giggling. "You're so cute. I love that smile." He said, pushing himself up onto his toes to kiss Sebastian's forehead before letting go so he could slip on his boxers.

After his naked bottom was covered, he looked over to the man on the bed, rolling his eyes.  "Whatever, that's just the alcohol talking. You know how attractive you are." He kicked his other clothes into a pile with Sebastian's before going over to the bed and sitting next to Sebastian, close to him. He leaned his head against his shoulder as he looked around the room, smiling to himself and it continued to settle in what they were doing. He let out a soft chuckle. "We're boyfriends. We had sex." Blaine said out loud to help himself believe it. "That was so much better than just rutting against each other half-clothed on your bed in high school-- and let me tell you that was incredible itself." He tilted his head to look at Sebastian. "You remember that time we were caught making out by Sloane?" Blaine laughed softly at the memory, shaking his head.  "That's when she started teasing us.  She was only like, what, twelve?"

He knew now that they finally took their big leap,  Sloane would practically throw another party in celebration of them having sex. Blaine laughed again at the thought. "Our story's pretty cool, y'know?" He said, thinking of the day he met Sebastian and all of the events leading up to the moment they were currently in, thinking it funny how it was always Sebastian he was meant to be with. How stupid he was for not realizing and acting on it in high school, they could've lived the past years happily instead of apart and miserable.  "It's gonna be a cool story to tell when we're old."

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian leaned back with his hands pressed against the bed for support, looking at Blaine lovingly as the shorter man spoke. It made him laugh when Blaine blamed Sebastian’s insistence on the alcohol, though Sebastian neglected to mention he didn’t feel the slightest bit tipsy. “Alcohol or not, you know I always speak the truth. Hell, usually I spill more truthful things under the influence than not,” Sebastian contended, knowing that the other knew fully well what he was talking about. Whether they were at Scandals or were getting high at the Dalton dorms, Sebastian always had a knack for speaking without filter. At least when he was sober he had the control to hold his tongue. “But I will admit that I am extremely attractive,” he acknowledged, “though I’m only second to you, of course.”

When Blaine declared out loud that they were now boyfriends and had just had sex with each other for the first time, Sebastian couldn’t help but to chuckle. Blaine was so incredibly cute and Sebastian almost couldn’t believe he was his boyfriend. “I look forward to doing anything and everything with you now that we’re officially dating,” Sebastian told Blaine with a flirty tone, waggling his eyebrows.

At the mention of his little sister, Sebastian rolled his eyes at the memory. His sister always had a way of sticking her nose into his business, especially as unopportune moments similar to his days in high school when he just wanted to make-out with Blaine in peace. “God, she’ll be living in Connecticut if she’s going to Yale and what if she barges in on us at our apartment? We can not give her a key.” The thought of his little sister walking in on the two of them, bare-ass naked on the couch was mortifying.

Sebastian reached under his nightstand to pull out a slightly dusty hardcover photo album, presenting it for Blaine to peruse through. “We should bring this home-- add the photos from it to the ones I have at our apartment. We should tell our story in full, with photos to prove it.” Sebastian watched as Blaine carefully opened the album to discover older photos of them that they’d taken back in high school. Photos of their time together that Sebastian deemed should stay in Ohio. Now, however, he was ready to bring those memories and photos back home with him because they no longer made him sad to reminisce. He leaned into Blaine, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Time was irrelevant as they laughed about moments that the photos reminded them of and before either one knew it, it was past midnight. Sebastian suggested they fix themselves a little snack while the soiled comforter was in the washer-- maybe even fit a shower in somewhere. The party was long over and Sebastian’s parents were already fast asleep so they had the entire house to themselves.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s face lit up when Sebastian handed him the photo album, eagerly taking it and opening it up. “Oh my god, Seb.” He exclaimed softly, grinning from ear to ear as they looked through the photos. He sat there with his boyfriend as the time passed, not even noticing that it was well past midnight, having lost track of time with all of the stories and memories they shared. It made his insides fill up with warmth to relive some of those moments and feelings, telling Sebastian some things he hadn't told him before. Thoughts he’d had that he only kept to himself.

When Sebastian suggested they go ahead and emerge from the bedroom to wash the blanket and make food was when he realized that he was starving. He agreed and got up to put a pair of Sebastian's pajama pants on the he'd brought, slipping on one of his shirts as well. Blaine always felt most comfortable when he was wearing Sebastian's clothes, he didn't even bother to pack his own pajamas, instead he packed Seb’s.

When they made their way to the kitchen, Blaine hopped up to sit on the counter, swinging his legs gently, looking at Sebastian. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” He asked with a soft smile. Before Sebastian could answer him, though, they were interrupted by the younger, blonde, Smythe trotting her way into the kitchen from the back patio, stopping when she saw them. “Oh!” She was surprised to see them, still in her dress from the party, she was barefoot and her perfectly curled hair was looser now. Blaine gave her a once over and a knowing smile. She was still hanging out with someone out there.

Before Blaine could say anything to her about what she was doing, she gave both of them a quick once over to assess the situation and that signature Smythe smirk settled on her lips. “Hello boys.” She held her words out with a knowing tone, getting closer to them both to stand between them so she could reach both of their faces, placing her hand one one of their cheeks each. “Why, you two are absolutely glowing. Must be a great reason why you missed my party.” Sloane teased them, patting their cheeks and winking at them before going over to the fridge to grab two bottles of water.

“Sloane…” Blaine chuckled, his cheeks blushing hard.

She smiled at him, giggling softly. “Nice pajamas, Blainey. Sea Bass, don't you have those exact same ones?” Sloane was clearly amusing herself and very happy to see that the two had finally woken up and gotten together.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian also thought it a better idea to put on some pajama pants and he had a pair that were similar to the ones Blaine wore so it almost looked as if they were matching. Sebastian had been rummaging through the pantry for ideas on what to make when Blaine had asked him a fun question, of course, only to be foiled-- yet again-- by his ill-timing sister. Sebastian quirked an eyebrow when he put two and two together, realizing that she’d probably been out on the back patio talking and/or making out with her boyfriend. He challenged his sister’s smirk with one of his own, only slightly amused by her teasing. Though the girl liked to tease, Sebastian knew his sister meant well and was genuinely happy to see the two of them together at last.

“The pajamas are mine,” Sebastian stated matter-of-factly, “Blaine likes to wear them because it makes him feel especially short.” He couldn’t help but to grab the opportunity at teasing his boyfriend, though he knew that they looked extremely obvious even if Sloane wasn’t as sharp as she was. “But yeah, we totally banged during your birthday party-- Sorry.” Sebastian hadn’t meant to be so blunt but at the same time he was proud to share the fact that he and Blaine were finally together. He couldn’t wait for morning so he could tell his parents the great news, though probably with some level of modesty.

Sloane managed to stifle a laugh and seemed only slightly taken aback by her brother’s crudeness. “Well, you do you, Sea Bass. I’m just glad you two finally got it through your thick skulls that you belong together.”

Unfazed, Sebastian steered the conversation to Sloane’s focus, noting that she was bringing out two bottles of water. “One of your friends still here? Is it that guy-- Paul, or Parker, or Perry-- Whatever his name was?” Sebastian asked, poking fun at his little sister’s boyfriend.

Sloane, however, had had eighteen years of combating her brother’s wit under her belt and shot back a coy smile. “Actually, Peter and I broke up sometime after New Years’, so he’s old news now. I’m just hanging out with a… friend.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine rolled his eyes, shoving playfully at his boyfriend when he joked about his height. “Alright, two short jokes in twenty four hours is your limit.” Then he snorted, covering his mouth, Sebastian's blunt statement about them banging made him laugh out loud, his blush deepening. “Y-yeah. We did that.” He agreed, pointing at Sebastian with his thumb before rubbing his face and taking a breath. “I also asked him to be my boyfriend.” He added before Sloane praised them for finally being smart.

The shorter listened as the two exchanged sass, chuckling softly. He frowned slightly when he heard Sloane and her boyfriend were no more but his eyebrows quirked when she said the word friend.

“Friend, huh?” He asked, a smirk similar to hers before gracing his face. “Yeah, your brother and I have always been friends. I know that tone. Who is he, Blondie?” Blaine teased the younger Smythe, chuckling softly.

Sloane tried to hide the stupid grin on her face, giggling softly. “Well-” Before she could finish, the back door opened and in walked a girl with a short faux hawk and a black button up, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the first few buttons of her shirt were undone. “Ba-oh.”

Both Sloane and Blaine's head snapped towards the voice and Blaine's jaw fell slack. Oh. Sloane’s cheeks blushed just as Blaine's had before and she went over to the girl, taking her hand. “C’mon, you don't need to be subjected to these two yet.” She laughed, ushering her friend back out onto the patio, turning back to the other two. “Not a word to mom and dad about us, you two. Also-- regarding you two-- fucking finally.” She said in shooting them a wink before leaving.

Blaine looked at Sebastian, a little taken aback. “Oh.” He chuckled softly. “Well, I want hear that story.” With a smile, he shook his head. “Anyway…” He swung his feet a little more. “Back to my question.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian fell silent when Sloane’s friend walked through the door. He’d been expecting some macho-looking guy that he could stare down and intimidate for fun, but instead it was a girl. Even though Sebastian himself was gay, he never calculated that it was possible for his sister to be gay too. Or bisexual, he supposed. Whatever. Sloane and her friend were long gone by the time Sebastian had even thought of something to say, that he didn’t say it at all. Instead, he blinked and filed it away to be addressed-- in detail-- at a later time.

“Yes,” he answered, remembering Blaine’s question as he began setting down breakfast ingredients on the kitchen counter. He stopped to look Blaine in the eye and smiled softly. “Yes, I believe in love at first sight.” He remembered the fateful day Blaine Anderson had walked through the doors of the Dalton Academy senior commons room during Warbler practice. They hadn’t even said two words to each other and Sebastian had already felt drawn to the boy. He had never lost interest in Blaine since that day. “Y’know, maybe when I first saw you my first instinct was to find my way into your pants,” he explained further, “But I knew from the first time I saw you that there was something about you that was more than just superficial.”

Sebastian decided that because he was absolutely ravenous, he would cook up a bunch of different things. There were still leftover food from the party so while Sebastian made eggs and bacon, he helped himself to a slice of cake and other junk foods. “How about you? I know that when I first spoke to you, you were kind of blindsided by my amazingness,” he chuckled at his own smug comment, “but did you fall in love with me? Even though you were already with Kurt?”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine grinned from ear to ear when Sebastian told him that he did, in fact, believe in love at first sight. It made him feel that warm and fuzzy feeling start to build up inside of him again. He loved knowing Sebastian, he loved being the one to know him inside and out. Blaine knew that outside of the other’s family, he was the only one to know him- he might’ve even known him better than his family. With an adoring look on his face, he watched Sebastian’s every move, giggling softly at his smug statement. “You know,” He shook his head, his gaze falling to his feet for a moment before it wen back to Sebastian, the smile still on his face. “As hard as I tried to be the model boyfriend, I-” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I fell so hard for you that day we met.” Blaine remembered the moment he stepped into that room at Dalton that day just as the Warblers were beginning to sing. He remembered the new guy catching his eye right away and he didn’t look away throughout the entire performance, something about the way Sebastian looked at him made everything inside of him shift and it was like everything in the universe suddenly made sense and all of his senses, mutant and human, screamed at him that he was the one. But he was an idiot who didn’t listen.

“I was crazy about you from that day. I don’t know what was wrong with me.” He bit his lip, letting out a sigh as he hopped off the counter. “I’m just glad I wised up and finally got my man.” Blaine said as he slipped his arms around Sebastian’s waist from behind as the taller cooked, pressing his cheek against his back to hug him. “Mmm, I love you.”

By the time the food was ready Blaine was more than ready to eat, that is if Sebastian would leave anything for him. He noticed the other’s appetite was still as ravenous as ever-- even more so. He never understood how Sebastian could eat so much and still look the way he did. He even looked better than he used to. While they were eating Blaine flirted with Sebastian, staying as close to him as possible. He would feed him bites of food between soft kisses here and there as they continued to talk about their days at Dalton. When they were finally finished with the food, Blaine leaning his head against his hand, running his fingertips slowly up and down Sebastian’s arm. “So, you know, that stuff we did earlier tonight? When we were naked in your bed? That was fun, yeah?” He smirked before letting his nose crinkle. “Wanna do it again?”

Sebastian Smythe:

It gave Sebastian a satisfaction that tasted so good in knowing that he managed to make his then-crush, now-boyfriend fall for him even though he was already in a relationship. Though it proved to be a struggle to entice and persuade Blaine to be at his side, in the end it was all worth it. He liked the way Blaine claimed him as “his man”. It gave Sebastian the impression that he belonged somewhere permanent, regardless of where he went. “I love you too, killer.” Sebastian hummed happily, savoring in the way it felt to have Blaine so close to him.

The food Sebastian made for them wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy his appetite so he was thankful for the leftover cake. It was nice to cook together and eat together at the table; it was a nice glimpse into the future domesticity of their relationship. Sebastian made a mental note to take Blaine out to an honest-to-god date-- different than their usual weekly dinners. He expressed to his boyfriend that now they were dating, Sebastian wanted to do especially boyfriend-type things such as a classic dinner date at a fancy restaurant.

Sebastian was just wiping off the crumbs from the corner of his lip with a napkin when he felt Blaine’s fingers skirting up and down his arm. After having had his fill of food, the prospect of more sex sounded more than appealing to Sebastian. “Fuck. Yes.” He took Blaine’s hand in his own and rushed off to the bedroom. Clothes went flying and by the time they were finished, they were both a sweaty, sticky mess. The bedsheets would need to be washed after the comforter and Sebastian didn't want to move after an especially powerful orgasm. He could definitely get used to sex with Blaine any and every night. Heck, it didn't even have to be night; he could see himself enjoying a little afternoon delight or quickie blowjob before leaving for work. Sex with Blaine was quickly becoming Sebastian's new drug.

By the time they'd had as much sex as possible stuffed into one night, a dull light was beginning to filter into the room through the translucent curtains. “Fuck, it's morning already?” Sebastian whined, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He turned in bed to caress Blaine's side and press gentle kisses to his naked body. “I wanted to go for another round before breakfast.” Though he was physically spent and probably couldn't even get it up right now, Sebastian was ambitious and longed for a day where he could do nothing but eat, sleep, and fuck his boyfriend. They could spend the whole day having sex and Sebastian wouldn't complain about a damned thing.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine giggled as Sebastian took his hand and the two ran up stairs to lock themselves away in Sebastian's room, tearing off each others’ clothes and getting wrapped up together again until the were both panting and sweating, groaning each other's name in ecstasy. Sex with Sebastian was definitely the best sex he had ever had in his life and the feelings were unlike anything he had felt. The burning, aching sensation that lit his stomach with fire when they would kiss was enough to make him crave it  like a raging addict. To have such a lustful need for someone while simultaneously feeling those feelings of being so deeply in love with him- there were no words to describe it. It was like a trembling burst of bright colors inside of him every time they touched.

Once again the time had gone unnoticed as they stayed wrapped up in their own little world and before they knew it he sun was up and it was time to pack up and get ready for breakfast with Sebastian’s family. After spending a fair amount of the morning with the Smythe’s, letting them know of their newly developed relationship, to which they were delighted to hear. Blaine even took a few moments to speak with Sebastian’s father regarding his divorce with Kurt, getting some free advice that he was forever grateful for. After they said their goodbyes, they headed to the other side of Westerville to meet up with Blaine’s parents for lunch. The Anderson’s were extremely happy to see their son and Sebastian, happy to hear of their relationship although they were sorry to hear of Blaine’s impending divorce.

The Anderson’s were very welcoming to Sebastian and they didn’t hide their relief to hear that Kurt would not be returning to their home. Blaine had never known how much his parents didn’t approve of the man until that day and he was slightly amused.

He was sad to say goodbye to his parents, making them promise to visit sooner rather than later before they tiredly made their way to the airport to catch their flight home.

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