i would die for you in secret

Sebastian Smythe:

After getting the green light from his best friend, Sebastian was more than just a little excited that they’d be going out to Scandals together for a night of drinking. They didn’t go all too often-- especially whenever Blaine was tied down by someone. Blaine was kind of a simp whenever he was in a relationship and Sebastian hated seeing his friend bending over backwards for someone who didn’t care for him as much as he knew Blaine did for them. Alas, Blaine was single once more and that meant more days and nights together where they could hang out again. Sebastian was never the type for relationships so he and Blaine always meshed a little better when the latter was single, too.

Sebastian pulled up to the driveway of Blaine’s place, sending his friend a text before getting out of the car and leaning against the side to wait for him. He knew that Blaine’s parents were fogeys when it came to underaged drinking so they weren’t privy to their nighttime antics.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine knew that drinking wasn’t the answer to life’s problems, but he did always feel better when he was out with Sebastian. The hangover the next day would be bad, but it was a small price to pay for a night of fun and forgetting yet another heartbreak. He could always count on Sebastian to lift his spirits and make him feel better, and it was nice. He liked having a consistent friend that he could lean on whenever he needed someone.

He was just finishing up on his hair when his phone lit up on the counter, signaling Sebastian was there. He grabbed his overnight bag, said a quick goodbye to his parents, and he was off. A smile tugged at his face when he saw his friend waiting for him outside. “Hey you,” he said, walking past Sebastian to throw his bag in the backseat before giving Seb a once over. “You look nice, you don’t plan on ditching me tonight and finding someone else to spend the night with, do you?” He joked.

Sebastian Smythe:  

Sebastian’s eyebrow quirked as he shamelessly checked out his friend in his cute, tight-fitting outfit. Blaine always cleaned up well and it’d be a loss for Sebastian to overlook that fact. “You’re one to talk, big guy. You look like you’re dressed to go out on the prowl with that get-up,” he noted the way Blaine’s chinos hugged his ass just right, though didn’t care to specify out loud to his friend. “But I’m all yours tonight, B. There’s a throng of boys out there waiting to bed me but tonight it’s all about you.”

With the chivalry Sebastian knew Blaine appreciated, the former opened the passenger door for Blaine to get in before rounding the vehicle and setting way for their favorite little bar. Scandals was a slightly run-down gay bar but the people there were usually nice and the staff even nicer. Even with their phony fake ID’s, the two were never turned away because the owner knew that Scandals was sometimes the only safe haven for the young teenage gay in their podunk little town.

Blaine Anderson:

“Please, I am definitely not on the prowl for anything.” Blaine let out a chuckle as he took his seat in Sebastian’s car, thanking him for opening his door. Sebastian’s chivalrous ways were never lost on Blaine. “Well, I’m just so flattered that you’d sacrifice having a boy in your bed to have me in the guest room.” Blaine shook his head, looking fondly over at his friend as he settled in the car for the short drive over to the bar.

Letting out a soft sigh, Blaine rubbed at his face gently. “I’m looking forward to just...spending the night with you and letting loose a little.” He nodded. “I feel like it’s something I really need. Since I’ve been with Trent we really haven’t spent that much time together.” Blaine observed, giving a little shrug. As they arrived at the bar, Blaine didn’t wait for Sebastian to open his door to get out, meeting the taller around the front of the car, slipping his arm through Sebastian’s. “First round is on you, right?” He grinned.

Sebastian Smythe:

Letting loose with a few dozen rounds of drinks with Blaine sounded like Sebastian’s ideal night. They would leave Blaine’s stupid ex in the dust as they drank him into oblivion. As they made their way to the front doors of Scandals, Sebastian wore a wide grin across his face. “Oh, but of course,” Sebastian nodded, already having it in his mind to pay the tab for tonight’s drinks.

They handed their fake ID’s to the bouncer, who greeted both of them with a mirthless smile as he let them through. The music was loud and there was a throng of bodies strung across the dance floor jumping up and down to the beat. Grinding up on the dance floor against a tipsy Blaine sounded like a great idea, but Sebastian wanted to make sure they were hydrated first. The two made a beeline for the bar and Sebastian waved the bartender down, greeting him by name before ordering their first round of drinks. When their drinks were served, Sebastian held up his glass to Blaine’s, for a toast. “To best friends,” he smirked.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine settled onto one of the stools at the bar as he took his drink, smiling at Sebastian as they clinked their glasses together. “To the best, best friends.” He scrunched his nose before taking a generous drink, letting out a breath as the alcohol warmed him from the inside out. He reached over to pick a few bites out of the shared bowl of nuts on the bar, popping them in his mouth. He was feeling okay so far, he knew he’d probably hit a wall of sadness at some point and wallow for a bit before he’d be good again and having fun.

“Mmm- okay, so a couple of drinks, then we hit the dance floor and show all of the old fogeys how it’s done, yeah?” Blaine nodded towards the dance floor as he took another drink. “You are my favorite dance partner, after all, co-captain.” He nudged Sebastian gently, knowing that those words got under Sebastian’s skin. Sebastian liked to think of himself as the head Warbler and Blaine his inferior but in reality they were equals. Blaine loved reminding him that they were equals, it was funny to watch him get worked up.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian took a swig of his own drink, relishing the burning aftertaste. “Ah, yes, my trusty sidekick: The Co-Captain,” he phrased it in such a way that made him seem like he was the star superhero. He puffed out his chest as he started his next sentence. “The Robin to my Superman-- the Barnacle Boy to my Mermaid Man,” Sebastian laughed at his own jokes before he took another sip.

In reality, Sebastian would probably throw more of a fit if he had to share the title with literally anyone else. Although he would’ve preferred being the sole head of the Warblers, he was glad that Blaine was the one running the team with him. “For the record, you’re my favorite dance partner, too. Doing a duet together is our best bet to winning at Regionals. This is the year we finally get to Nationals, or I’m going to die trying.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine let out a musical laugh as Sebastian puffed out like a peacock. “Of course it is,” He agreed with Sebastian’s sentiment of them duetting being their best chance. “It’s imperative that we duet so we can win. I’m not losing to that Jesse St. James guy ever again.” He rolled his eyes, grimacing at the thought. “And you’re ridiculous if you think I’m a sidekick. I’m no one’s sidekick.” He sipped his drink. “If anything - if there was a head Warbler we all know it would be me.” Blaine raised his eyebrows as he looked to Sebastian, there was a beat and his face fell to a look of confusion. “Wait- what? Superman doesn’t have a sidekick. Robin is Batman’s sidekick. What in the world- where are you from?” He asked, shaking his head as his forehead wrinkled.

Blaine looked past Sebastian to the bartender, pointing at his almost empty glass, with a thankful crinkle of his nose. “I know it hurts your giant ego but it'll make the trip to Nationals much smoother if you’d just get off your high horse and admit that if not for me, you’d have nothing.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian smiled to himself when Blaine caught that he’d paired Superman with Batman’s sidekick; Blaine was too much of a nerd to let something like that go without correcting him, and Sebastian thought that was cute. “Puh-leeze,” Sebastian rolled his eyes with a chuckle as the ice in his otherwise empty glass shifted when he placed it down on the bartop. “I’ll admit that you’re an incredible asset with an incredible ass, but we all know I have the looks and the dance moves to rock the pants off of every guy and girl in the audience-- literally.”

Soon both boys’ empty glasses were refilled. “But having you on the team and in the spotlight guarantees our trip to Nationals. You make my job a lot easier by being the talented dreamboat that you are.” Liquor made the compliments flow with ease, which wasn’t ever necessary but with what little inhibitions Sebastian had lowered, they seemed to come one right after another. “C’mon, any idiot can see how amazing you are,” he complimented again as he leaned closer into Blaine’s personal space. With a sly grin, he continued in a lower voice, “Almost as amazing as me, even.” Sebastian laughed at his own comment as he pulled back to take another sip of his drink.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine leaned against the bar a little as he sipped his drink, a cheesy grin pulling at his lips as Sebastian complimented him. It was never unusual to have Sebastian complimenting him, flirting was Sebastian’s constant state of being after all. He never really thought anything of it- they were friends. They’d been friends for so long it seemed, and of course the thought of the two of them together had danced around his head every so often, but Blaine couldn’t bear to lose Sebastian’s friendship. He was the best friend he’d ever had.

With a low chuckle, Blaine placed his drink on the bar, fiddling with the glass a little. “You, uh, do know that flirting with me will absolutely-” He turned to face the other as his space was invaded, it wasn’t uncomfortable even if the closeness made his heartbeat a little quicker. He wasn’t noticeably phased. “-not make me admit that you’re my superior on the Warblers. I’ll let that ‘almost amazing as me’ slide because we both know in a sing-off, I would win.” Blaine winked.

Sebastian Smythe:  

Sebastian appreciated that even though he and Blaine were entirely different creatures-- Blaine was polite, charming, and kind of a goody-two-shoes, whilst Sebastian was crass, rude, and kind of an asshole-- that the two of them had a repartee that Sebastian hadn’t yet found anywhere else. Blaine was witty without being mean, which was a stark difference from Sebastian’s usual default. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare challenge you in a sing-off, Blaine Anderson… We both know your perfect record couldn’t handle that loss.” With nearly two drinks in his system, Sebastian could feel a slight buzz working in his system that he only wanted to feed. He always felt at his happiest when he was drunk or when he was with Blaine, and right now he had both right at his fingertips. “Now if we’re talking about a dance-off, I think that could be a competition for the ages. Some would say we’re evenly matched but…” his line of sight wandered from Blaine over to the relatively-empty dance floor. He downed the rest of his drink and hopped out of his seat, motioning for Blaine to follow.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine followed Sebastian’s line of sight to the dance floor, finishing off the rest of his second drink as he let out a gentle laugh. “I would admit to us being evenly matched in the area of dance.” he said, taking Sebastian’s hand and spinning himself once as they made it to the middle of the floor. “But I would never admit to you winning a sing-off.” He said just loud enough for Sebastian to hear as his body automatically started grooving to whatever song was playing through the bar’s speakers.

“You’re very talented, Seb. You’re my other half-- my best duet partner-- no one else could hold their own with me. I may be outwardly humble to most but I’m well aware of my talent, sir.” He chuckled, pulling Sebastian closer to him to dance. “I would win that sing-off and we both know it.” He whispered, his face close to Sebastian’s so he could hear him over the music.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian grinned from ear to ear as Blaine paid compliments his way, boosting his already inflated ego. He was already matching the tempo of the other boy’s movements as the music flowed all around them. A thrill tingled down his spine as Blaine whispered in his ear, and he liked it. As their bodies seemed to get closer and closer to each other, Sebastian put a hand around Blaine’s waist and their hips were practically touching as they continued to groove to the beat. They seemed to dance together effortlessly, as if they were both on the same wavelength, reading each other's minds.

“We’re both extremely talented… even now, all eyes are on us, B.” Sebastian spoke into the shorter man’s ear so he could be heard over the music. It was true-- seemingly almost everyone in the club was looking at the pair. Although it was uncertain if the other patrons watching did so out of jealousy or checking them out, Blaine and Sebastian were the center of attention. Even though Blaine had teased him about winning this fictional sing-off, Sebastian couldn’t seem to bring himself to care much about that right now. All he cared about was that Blaine was in his arms and they were having the time of their lives there on the dance floor of Scandals.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine glanced around the room as he melted a little into Sebastian’s embrace, feeling the comfort of their closeness mix with the alcohol to warm his body all the way up to his cheeks, flushing them a gentle red. “Mmm, I think they’re definitely looking at you wondering who on earth you’re dancing with. They want their chance with you.” He placed a hand on Sebastian’s chest. “I feel bad for them, really. Usually when you walk in it’s like a sigh of relief to all of the lonely boys- someone handsome to fight over is fun for them.”

Slipping his arms up around Sebastian’s neck, he looked up at him as the song morphed into something a bit slower. “You’re off the table today, they’re definitely jealous.” He smiled, sighing softly after a beat. “I really appreciate you taking me out, Seb. I feel better than I did earlier-- not a lot better, but definitely better.” He glanced down at the taller’s chest, shrugging one of his shoulders. “I-being broken up with again is a bit of a downer.” He chuckled a little sadly.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian was no stranger to physical intimacy and when Blaine’s hand was placed on his chest, it felt like an intense warmth was seeping through the material of Sebastian’s shirt. He laughed quietly when Blaine talked about how all the lonely boys wanted him. As Blaine’s arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck, Sebastian’s circled his arms around Blaine’s waist. In this positioning, their height difference was highlighted and it almost felt like Sebastian was protecting Blaine whilst in his hold.

“You know I’m always going to be here to cheer you up, or get drunk with you, or even beat up whatever asshole breaks your heart… if you’d actually let me,” he chuckled along as he leaned his forehead against Blaine’s. “I don’t think any of those assholes at school are good enough for you but one day you’re going to find a decent-looking, vaguely-talented guy who finally recognizes what he’s got in front of him and do his best to not fuck it up.” Sebastian took a beat as he stared down, admiring the color of Blaine’s eyes. They were like gold filigree in starlight and if he started for too long, he’d get lost in them. His voice was quiet as he all but whispered his next words, “You’re a special guy, Blaine. You deserve someone special.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine felt considerably warmer the more that Sebastian spoke to him and the closer that they danced. As he looked up into Sebastian’s eyes he shook his head bashfully. Sebastian was always the best at making him feel better and good about himself. But with his track record of dating it was getting harder and harder to believe him when he spoke such things. “Oh, c’mon, I’m not really that special. There’s clearly something wrong with me if I keep getting dumped.” His forehead wrinkled as he dipped his toes into the beginning of his pity party- he knew it had been coming all day, but between the alcohol he’d already had and Sebastian’s words it was beginning already.

With a heavy sigh, his feet stopped swaying to the music and he looked at Sebastian’s chest again. “Sometimes it feels like I’m never going to be enough for anyone.” He said honestly.

Sebastian Smythe:

Even though Sebastian knew it was but a matter of time before Blaine started on the disparaging comments about himself-- it always happened after a break-up-- this time it felt particularly bad. Sebastian hated seeing Blaine get so down on himself and basically blaming himself for whatever Trent’s deal was and their break-up. “Hey,” he tried to speak in a stern tone so the sincerity in his voice wouldn’t be misconstrued, “First of all, there’s nothing wrong with you. You can’t help it that no one can match up to your level. You’re smart, talented, and a hell of a performer. You can out-sing and out-dance anyone in the Warblers and if anything, you’re so much that anyone with a masculinity as fragile as Trent’s wouldn’t be able to be with you without feeling threatened.”

Sebastian let out a little breath of air after his mini-tirade, and looked at Blaine’s facial features, attempting to get a read on what his friend was thinking or feeling. “You’re more than enough, Blaine.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine didn’t take his eyes off Sebastian as he spoke, his heart skipping a beat when Sebastian told him he was more than enough. It was funny that out of all the people he’d ever been friends with, or dated, or met in general, Sebastian was the only one who could ever manage to make him feel worthy enough of anything. The mixture of the buzz he had going on from the strength of those first two drinks he had and the feeling of warmth from Sebastian’s words made him feel even more vulnerable than he was already feeling.

Sebastian was so sweet to him and it meant so much because Sebastian wasn’t sweet to anyone else and it didn’t go unnoticed that Blaine was the exception to all of his rules. He let his fingertips graze the back of Sebastian’s neck and before he knew it he was melting into Sebastian’s hold and pressing their lips together in a soft, needy kiss. It wasn’t the first time kissing Sebastian had crossed his mind but it was the very first time he acted on his impulse.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian kissed back instinctively, his head emptying itself as soon as Blaine’s lips touched his own. He reciprocated with ease, almost as though the feeling had been right all along. Blaine’s lips were soft and even with the alcohol taste, it was somehow still sweet. He could feel the slight urgency behind the way Blaine kissed him and it took him a few seconds to snap himself out of it and pull himself away from what was arguably the best kiss of his life. “Uh, sorry, I shouldn’t-- I mean,” Sebastian began to supply an excuse, but came up short. He was a little breathless in the way he spoke and his heart was beating so loud he swear he could feel the vein in his neck throbbing. Truth be told, he wanted to keep going, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of his best friend when he was in such a fragile state. “Listen, why don’t we both cool off a bit with another drink?”

Copping out by going to the bar for another drink felt really awkward but Sebastian forced himself to wave down the bartender for two fresh drinks. His mind was reeling at what had just happened, but he knew it was only because Blaine had just been dumped and he was tipsy. He diverted his attention to his drink, taking long sips as he mentally told himself Blaine probably would’ve been kissing any cute guy who was being nice to him.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was breathless when Sebastian pulled back from their kiss, his head foggy, pulse pounding. Shaking his head to attempt to clear the fog, Blaine just laughed nervously. “R-right, we definitely shouldn’t- I’m sorry.” He blushed, his face burning red with the feeling of embarrassment. He gladly accepted the distraction of another drink to give him a minute to process what he’d just done.

As he continuously swallowed down his drink, he also toyed with the thought that he would’ve kissed literally anyone who would’ve been nice to him in that moment but something in the back of his mind reminded him that nice words meant nothing when they had nothing behind them. It was because it was Sebastian saying them that he kissed him. Glancing over to his best friend, he felt the impulse again as his eyes wandered down his face. He wanted to do it again. He partially felt like an idiot because he knew they were just friends, as he’d talked himself out of it many times. He and Sebastian wouldn’t work as anything else, and being intimate would just ruin their friendship. Setting down his now-empty glass, Blaine straightened up on the bar stool, trying to rid the thoughts from his mind but there was an obvious wall of tension bubbling up between them. The sweat on his palms and the fire under his skin was definitely not just from the alcohol.

Somehow Blaine managed to get another refill and it was empty once again before he spoke another word, afraid of what he might say as his thoughts became a little cloudier with every sip of alcohol. He glanced over at Sebastian once again, the urge to kiss him again was stronger than moments before. It has just felt so damn good, unlike anyone he’s ever kissed before, he wanted to feel it again. “I-I think i probably shouldn’t drink anymore.” He said, letting out a soft giggle as he went to stand up from the bar stool, bracing himself on the bar so he wouldn’t have the chance to stumble.

Sebastian Smythe:

As the two of them had become quiet compared to earlier in the night, Sebastian was alone in his thoughts as his mind ventured back to the way Blaine’s lips tasted and felt. If Blaine had been a different person-- someone who wasn’t a dear friend who believed in committed relationships-- they would be in a much different situation right now. With their drinks refilled and emptied once more, Sebastian was definitely feeling much more drunk than before and he had a fleeting thought that maybe drinking even more after kissing wasn’t the best idea. Unfortunately, it was too late to go in time to undo anything.

Sebastian watched the way Blaine stood up from the bar and it was clear he was more than just a little drunk. “Lightweight,” he teased, pulling out his phone to get a Lyft sent to them. He waved the bartender for one last drink, figuring it wouldn’t hurt since he was already drunk and wouldn’t be driving anyways. “We’ll get you all tucked in bed tonight so you’ll be well rested for McDonald’s tomorrow-- chicken nuggets and those crack-laced fries you love so much.” Sebastian wrapped an arm around Blaine’s waist to keep him steady, this time being a little more aware to keep his lips away from Blaine’s. In his mind he just had to not kiss him, and they’d be golden. Kissing was off-limits.

“C’mon, some cool air will make you feel better,” he asserted after he’d paid off the tab with his credit card before walking practically hip-to-hip with Blaine out the door to wait for their ride.

Blaine Anderson:

“Shh,” Blaine giggled when Sebastian called him a lightweight. He leaned into Sebastian’s hold easily, the feeling of their bodies close to one another not helping the tension Blaine was feeling. He somehow only felt hotter as they stepped out into the chilly night air, the alcohol from his last drink catching up to the rest. “Mmm, McDonald’s. I love that you know me so well.” He said, looking up at Sebastian as they waited for their ride. “You’re my best friend, you know.” Blaine turned into Sebastian just a little, not making it easy on himself to not kiss Sebastian again, he glanced at the taller’s lips and swallowed.

Before he could give in to his impulses again, their Lyft pulled up, causing Sebastian’s phone to chime to alert that it was there. Clearing his throat, Blaine nodded towards the car with the pink sticker. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He took his hand to tug him towards the car, pausing only for a moment to look back at Sebastian, barely tripping over his shoe as he stepped off the sidewalk. “I mean, sleep, not necessarily let’s go to bed.” He chuckled nervously, the blush on his cheeks noticeable even in the faint glow of the parking lot lights.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian followed Blaine’s lead, trying his best to stay mostly upright as they somehow stumbled their way into the car. With Blaine’s face flushed red, Sebastian assumed that they must’ve drank a little too much. They sat practically cuddled together in the backseat, both leaning against each other. Sebastian’s hand trailed its way up and down Blaine’s bare arms, almost as if it had a mind of its own. Blaine’s skin was so soft and warm and feeling him just made Sebastian want to get even closer. “Bed and then McDonald’s in the morning,” Sebastian reiterated, feeling the urge to close the gap between them and kiss him again. It was all he could think about-- Blaine was right there in front of him, like low-hanging fruit. Delicious, deletable fruit.

It was only when they arrived at the Smythe house did Sebastian break himself out of Blaine’s spell. After exchanging pleasantries with the driver and leaving, Sebastian all but pulled his friend out of the car, holding him close as they clumsily made their way to the front door. “C’mon, I’ll make sure we get to bed,” he mumbled after struggling to open the door and close it quietly behind them. Sebastian did his best to lead the way but somewhere along the way he must’ve forgotten he was supposed to lead Blaine to the guest room because they ended up in his bedroom instead. “Bed,” Sebastian motioned as he continued to lead the way and sat heavily into the plush comforter of his bed, bringing Blaine right along with him.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was never one to shy away from affection but in his drunken haze he was always more affectionate and it felt good to be cuddled with Sebastian in the backseat of the Lyft. Sebastian’s fingertips left a trail of chills behind as they caressed his arms, it felt really good. He made sure to stay close to Sebastian as they stumbled into the Smythe household. When Sebastian tugged Blaine into the bed with him, the shorter let out a soft giggle. The entire way home all Blaine had been thinking about was the kiss and how his lips were still on fire. Looking at Sebastian, he ran his fingers through the taller’s hair, letting his hand trail down his face to brush his thumb over his cheek. “Seb,” he leaned in a little closer, whispering as if there were people in the room. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Before he even got a response he moved to stand up again, kicking off his shoes and tugging at the bowtie around his neck, tossing it aside. His body felt like it was on fire and he could burst into flames. Pulling his shirt up to untuck it, he stumbled a little.

Sebastian Smythe:

“A secret?” Sebastian parroted, watching in a haze as Blaine pulled back and began to get undressed. “You can always tell me anything, B,” he said honestly, his fingers moving to undo the first few buttons of his own shirt. “You know the only person I blab secrets to is you.”

As Blaine stumbled and struggled with undressing himself, Sebastian leaned forward to volunteer his assistance. He completely untucked Blaine’s shirt with a forceful tug, grabbing next to undo Blaine’s belt. Sebastian wanted his guest to be comfortable when he slept, after all. He chuckled a little to himself as he threw all caution to the wind. Any concern for the state of his and Blaine’s platonic friendship went completely out the window as soon as Sebastian caught a glance of the other boy’s midriff.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine grinned as Sebastian helped him to undress, biting on his lip as he was tugged closer as the other undid his belt. The way his best friend assured him that the only person he tells secrets to is him, made Blaine feel that same special feeling he’d felt at the bar when he kissed Sebastian. He secretly loved being Sebastian’s exception, even if it wasn’t so secret on this particular night. After fumbling over a few buttons on his shirt, Blaine stepped closer to Sebastian, with the taller on the bed their height difference was perfect in that moment. Blaine took a breath and glanced at Sebastian’s lips. “I really want to kiss you again,” he confessed, before doing just that.

His fingers curled around the fabric of Sebastian’s shirt as he captured his lips in another needy kiss. Blaine was drowning in the feeling that came with kissing Sebastian, the soft sparks he could feel popping underneath his lips, spreading all throughout his body. The alcohol he’d consumed was the least intoxicating thing compared to that moment and he wanted more. More of Sebastian, more of that feeling. Pressing his body against Sebastian’s, Blaine cupped the taller’s face, before the kiss came to an end so he could catch his shuddering breath briefly. His eyes fluttered open, not moving his hands from Sebastian’s face, he attempted to assess Sebastian’s reaction through his clouded judgment.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian hadn’t been expecting Blaine to be so bold yet again but when he heard those words and watched as Blaine’s eyes darted down to look at his lips, he had no intention of putting a stop to it this time. When Blaine kissed him, Sebastian kissed back with fervor and desire. It felt like every fiber of his being wanted this and any and all doubt was nowhere to be found. Sebastian’s fingers curled into the fabric of Blaine’s shirt before snaking underneath where he could simply feel the bare skin of his torso.

When Blaine pulled away ever so slightly, Sebastian’s eyes fluttered open-- he hadn’t even known he’d closed them-- and he stared up and found himself lost in those gorgeous eyes once again. “More,” Sebastian whispered, all but lunging forward to bring Blaine in for another kiss. He was hungry, practically starving for Blaine. His body buzzing as if telling him over and over again: more, more, more!

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s body shuddered when Sebastian whispered more, a soft noise escaping him as their lips were reconnected in another kiss. Waves of electricity shot through Blaine’s entire being as he kissed Sebastian eagerly. His hands roamed freeling over Sebastian’s frame, tugging and pulling at the rest of the buttons on his shirt, pushing at it so it fell from his shoulders. Blaine’s fingertips grazed over the other’s bare chest. He shared the same sentiment as Sebastian’s earlier statement with a whiny “More” against Sebastian’s lips as he moved to straddle the taller’s lap.

His heart was pounding against his chest, his pulse thumping loudly in his ears. He had never let himself realize how badly he wanted Sebastian until that moment. It would be a regret in the morning that they had crossed the line of their friendship but right then and there he couldn’t have cared any less. “Want you, Sebastian.” He breathed against Sebastian’s mouth, whimpering softly. “Need you.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Unable to pull back on the proverbial reins any longer, Sebastian rushed to get Blaine as naked as possible as quickly as possible. With Blaine straddling him and kissing him feverishly, Sebastian blindly pulled Blaine’s shirt off of him, leaving his entire upper body bare. Sebastian’s hands felt all over, making themselves familiar with Blaine’s body. His fingertips just barely grazed over the other boy’s nipple and Sebastian’s couldn’t help the smile forming across his face even as he continued to move his lips against Blaine’s. Until today, touching Blaine like this only seemed like a fantasy.

Hearing Blaine’s needy voice, whimpering for him with wanton desire had blood shooting directly to Sebastian’s cock, a hard erection forming a tent in his slacks. “B, what you do to me,” he murmured against Blaine’s lips as he undid his slacks and tugged down his underwear to free his unflagging erection. He’d never exposed himself to Blaine like this but he didn’t feel like anything was amiss. If anything, in that moment he wondered why they hadn’t done this sooner.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine did his best to not break their kisses unless he absolutely had to as the two worked around each other to rid themselves of clothing until they were completely naked with one another, the feeling was invigorating and Blaine shared the same sentiment of why haven’t we done this before. The reality of the answer to that particular question would be lost on him until morning came and they were alone with sober thoughts and memories of the night. It hadn’t even dawned on Blaine properly that Sebastian returned Blaine’s advances just as eagerly- clearly Sebastian had these thoughts swirling around the back of his mind as well.

The way Sebastian touched him and kissed him, the words that were uttered into the dark room, it all made Blaine feel wanted. Wanted and desirable. It was addicting and he wanted more. During the moments they were finally shedding the last articles of clothing, Blaine had managed to pin Sebastian between his small body and the bed below them. “Mm, you make me feel so good.” Blaine hummed as he ran his hands down Sebastian’s body. The feeling of their naked skin touching caused a shiver to run up Blaine’s spine as he moved his kisses to trail along the other’s jawline, peppering kisses along the freckle trail down his neck.

Sebastian Smythe:

The moment Sebastian was pinned between the bed and one Blaine Anderson hovering above him, he felt that Blaine could literally do anything he wanted with him. Blaine was small, but the guy was strong-- especially for his size. Sebastian lifted his head to give Blaine better access to his neck, the faint hairs along his body all standing at attention. The way each kiss left behind a tingle that seeped from the surface of his skin all the way down to the core put a smile on Sebastian’s face. Blaine was giving him chills in the best way possible. “Speak for yourself,” Sebastian quipped as his body arched into Blaine’s touch. He was beginning to feel desperate and that Blaine was teasing him.

“How do you want me, baby?” he asked, the pet name coming out naturally as he looked at Blaine. He ran his hands down along Blaine’s back, just wanting to feel as much of him as possible. “Tonight I’m all yours.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine grinned at Sebastian’s words, continuing to leave a trail of kisses down his neck and chest before coming back up to capture his lips in another kiss, allowing his hips to grind down gently so their erections brushed together. “Mmm,” He hummed, his body aching for more friction, more Sebastian. There was a part of Blaine, even if sober he didn’t admit out loud, that had always fantasized about having sex with Sebastian. Some lonely nights under his covers he’d think about being underneath his best friend until he was panting alone in his room.

With that thought in mind, Blaine managed to smoothly flip them over so he was now pinned between the bed and Sebastian, placing his hands on the back of Sebastian’s neck to bring him down for a desperate kiss. “Want you to take control, wanna be yours for the night.” He mumbled against his mouth, letting one of his legs hook onto Sebastian’s hips as he pushed his hips upwards. He let out a soft groan as his body trembled with anticipation of what was to come.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian gladly obliged when Blaine shifted them on the bed. He continued to kiss him, grinding his hips down as their erections rubbed against one another. Having been given the reins, Sebastian was ready to jump into action. He was especially experienced and knew it was well within his capabilities to rock Blaine’s world. He already knew none of the guys Blaine had ever been with was anywhere near his level.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m gonna take care of you so well,” he boasted, pulling away for just a moment to procure a small bottle of lube from his nightstand. He took a moment to run his hand down Blaine’s body, gently feeling the dips and curves of his torso and committing the feeling to memory. “Do you even know how gorgeous you are right now? Like this?” Sebastian asked as he squirted some of the lube into his hand and slicked himself up. He used what excess lube that was on his hand to circle the tight entrance of Blaine’s ass. “Perfect and ready-- just for me?”

It took only another moment before Sebastian was lining up his stiff cock with Blaine’s ass, maintaining eye contact before delving in with one swift movement. With his mouth falling slack, a broken moan followed by a shudder fell from his lips as he was very quickly surrounded by the tight, intensely hot feeling of Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

All of the pet names falling from Sebastian’s lips only fueled the already burning fire inside of Blaine’s body as he looked up at his lover, biting down on his lip as he waited with bated breath for Sebastian. “Just for you,” he whispered. He liked the way Sebastian spoke to him, he wondered briefly if that was how he spoke to his other sexual partners. With his leg spread and Sebastian’s pushing into him, Blaine’s eyes fell closed as his forehead wrinkled with the welcome feeling of being full. Blaine wasn’t inexperienced by any means, he definitely enjoyed the feeling of bottoming but with Sebastian, it felt different. A soft groan escaped from his mouth as it fell open ever so slightly.

Digging one of his heels into the bed below, he moved his other leg higher up on Sebastian’s hip. “Seb,” he groaned once again. “Feels really good.” He whined, moving his hips down a little, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not a virgin, don’t go easy on me.” He slid his hand down his own body to wrap his hand around his erection.

Sebastian Smythe:

“Yeah?” Sebastian chuckled softly, his fingers pressing into Blaine’s thigh as he gripped to steady himself. “I won’t hold back, then.” With that, Sebastian slowly dragged his cock out of Blaine, letting his entire length feel every little squeeze before roughly shoving himself back in, all the way to the hilt. He did it again, then again, each time entering Blaine better than the last, until he had formed a steady rhythm.

Sebastian looked down at Blaine laying there on his bed. He could feel the haze in his brain from all the alcohol he had consumed but it was as if he had tunnel-vision through the fog and Blaine came through, bright and clear. Even in the darkened room with just the light from the street lamps streaming in through the heavy blinds, Blaine was his sole focus. He watched his best friend’s every reaction to his moments, wanting to be sure he was feeling good. The way Blaine’s brows wrinkled up when he whined, or how his soft lips parted as his body opened itself for him, little by little.

Blaine Anderson:

As Sebastian found his rhythm, Blaine let go of his erection to grip onto the sheets below. With every movement Sebastian managed to hit the right spot every time, increasing Blaine’s feeling of pleasure with every thrust. He let out a series of uncontrollable sounds that would convey how good he felt, not able to string any actual words together.

His forehead glistened as sweat began to bead up along his wrinkled brow, feeling as if any moment he could quite literally burst into flames and burn right through the sheets of Sebastian’s bed. “God,” he managed to moan through gritted teeth. “Sebastian- yes baby, yes-” The volume of Blaine’s voice increased with every word he whined, moving his body ever so slightly in tune with Sebastian’s.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian let out a soft sound of approval, the sound of skin slapping against skin seemingly echoing throughout the room. It felt like a heat was coiling itself in the pit of his stomach that could come undone at any given moment. “You feel so fucking good,” he said through gritted teeth. “Wanna make you feel good, too.” Sebastian reached down, wrapping his slippery fingers around Blaine’s hard cock and began stroking up and down.

Sharp, little breaths of air came out of Sebastian’s mouth as the rhythm of his hips picked up speed. He hit hard and deep, his ego inflating just a bit every time he hit Blaine’s sweet spot. The feeling was almost too much, too fast. “B, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warned, almost embarrassed that he couldn’t hold out, but Blaine just felt too good.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was extremely impressed with Sebastian’s skill of being able to hit the right spot with every single movement he made, causing Blaine’s tiny frame to tremble as he got closer and closer to his own orgasm. His breath caught in his throat when he felt the other’s hand around his throbbing erection, a guttural moan crawling from the depths of his throat. “Oh god.” Blaine didn’t think anything of the fact that Sebastian was already losing it so quickly, he was toeing the line himself. It was too good, he was too overwhelmed, and he was drunk.

Blaine’s eyes rolled back and his back arched as he attempted to shake his head. “So good, so good Sebastian. Please.” He babbled, followed by a string of profanities as his knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets. He called out Sebastian’s name as his entire body felt like it was exploding and he tripped over the edge of his orgasm, painting his own stomach with stripes of white.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian’s erratic movements went into overdrive as Blaine called out for him. When Blaine finally let go, Sebastian let out a little gasp at the sight before him. With ropes of Blaine’s come spilling over onto his toned body, the burning coil in the pit of Sebastian’s stomach finally came undone and he let loose what felt like everything he had. He had finally chased his orgasm off the cliff and came hot and heavy into Blaine with a shout. He rode his high until he had become flaccid, his hot come dripping out of Blaine’s ass and spilling onto the sheets under them. “Fuck…” he whispered, his voice shuddering with his unsteady breath.

Very carefully, Sebastian eased himself up and off of Blaine before plopping himself down onto the bed. He was still trying to catch his breath as he searched with his hand for Blaine’s. Once he found it, he wrapped his fingers around and gave it a little squeeze. “You just rocked my world, B,” he said as he turned his head to look at Blaine’s profile. He was still a bit drunk and coming had only made his thoughts cloudier.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine didn’t recognize his own voice as more profanities fell from his lips, his body shaking from his very core as he came until he couldn’t anymore, until he was too sensitive to touch. It was the first time he’d ever experienced the cliched fireworks when having sex with someone. His body trembled from the intensity of his orgasm, so much so he feared it might spontaneously combust.

As they both rested side by side, Blaine’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he tried his best to calm his heart rate. Giving Sebastian’s hand a squeeze right back, he turned his head and chuckled through his heavy pants. “Yeah? Well, right back at you.” He brought his free hand up to rub his face gently, shaking his head. “That was incredible.” Blaine whispered before moving to get closer to Sebastian, closing the space between them again. This neediness of Blaine’s kiss hadn’t subsided at all, but he did kiss Sebastian slower that time, relishing in the way their lips fit perfectly together.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian felt like he had just managed to catch his breath when suddenly Blaine was taking it away once again. Kissing Blaine back with ease, Sebastian relished in the alcohol mixed with sweet tastes. When their lips broke apart, neither one made a move away from each other and Sebastian lingered as he breathed in the scent of sweat, sex, alcohol, and notes of Blaine’s cologne. Aware that there was a quite a mess painted all over Blaine’s torso, Sebastian hazily grabbed at a portion of the blanket, doing his best to wipe it off. It probably would’ve been better if they showered but he was too tired and spent to care all that much. That was a problem for Tomorrow-Sebastian, not Now-Sebastian.

“You’re incredible,” Sebastian murmured as he closed his eyes, draping his arm over Blaine’s torso as he nuzzled against him. Whenever he had sex, Sebastian was never the type to cuddle with his lover but he didn’t see the problem tonight since Blaine was his friend. This was different, so cuddling was allowed-- at least, that was how he convinced himself in his head.

Blaine Anderson:

As Sebastian cuddled close to him, Blaine immediately let out a content hum. He slipped his arm around the taller and nuzzled their noses together before burrowing his face against the crook of Sebastian’s neck. He took a deep breath in to inhale the comforting scent of his very best friend. Completely oblivious to the complications he’d face in the morning when a sober mind woke up naked next to his best friend.

“Mm, you’re my favorite.” He exhaled against Sebastian’s next as he already began to succumb to sleep.

Sebastian Smythe:

It didn’t take but a few moments longer for Sebastian to drift off as well. However, what was a peaceful slumber was broken suddenly, when a noise outside woke him up with a start. Sebastian sat up suddenly, hissing as a pounding headache hit him like a freight train. “Fuck…” he groaned, massaging his eyes and the bridge of his nose with his fingers. It felt like he'd only rested for a few minutes judging from his headache, but the sun was already streaming through the window. He stumbled out of bed with his eyes still closed, just barely blinking them open to maneuver himself to the bathroom. After the night of drinking he’d just had, he felt like he needed to piss like a racehorse.

After doing his business and washing his hands, he splashed some water on his face to help him wake up. Judging from the amount of sunlight pouring into the room, it was already midday. He walked back into his room, rubbing his eyes and that’s when he saw Blaine, fast asleep in his bed. Suddenly, fuzzy memories came rushing back: drinks and grinding bodies on the dancefloor, kisses and needy hands roaming over naked bodies. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered to himself as he rushed over to pull on his boxers before kneeling on the bed and urgently waking Blaine up. “Wake up, wake up, wake up,” Sebastian said under his breath, his brain going a mile a minute as he tried to wrap his head around what happened. He needed Blaine awake for this.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine slept soundly and peacefully the entire night next to Sebastian, it was probably one of the best nights of sleep he’d had in a long while, even. That was until he was woken up by Sebastian shaking his arm and whispering to him, bringing his throbbing headache to the forefront of his mind. “Why with the shaking?” He whined, trying to turn over, trying his best to stay asleep and not fully wake up. But with Sebastian not stopping, it finally woke him up to realize that he was naked. Opening his eyes, his face scrunched in protest of the brightness in the room. “Wh-”

He moved slowly to sit up, looking at Sebastian as the nausea from his hangover started to settle in his stomach. “What’s?” He looked down and then over at his half-naked best friend. He was in Sebastian’s bed, naked- even hung over he could put the pieces together fairly quickly. “Oh-oh.” He looked up at Sebastian, clearly more awake than the few seconds prior. It was very clear that the two of them had not just slept in the same bed together. “Seb, why am I naked?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. He knew it was a stupid question but he couldn’t form a proper sentence.

Sebastian Smythe:

“I’ll give you one guess,” Sebastian replied with a quip, his tone somewhere between stressed and frustrated. His head was throbbing and he knew he had effectively fucked up his relationship with Blaine. He looked around the floor of his room before picking up what he only guessed was Blaine’s underwear before tossing it to him. “I, uh-- I mean, we were both clearly drunk and not thinking straight.” He picked up other pieces of Blaine’s clothing, trying his best to not visualize how he’d helped Blaine undress just a few hours prior. He threw all of Blaine’s clothes on the bed before taking a few steps away and turning around to allow his friend some privacy. As he heard the bed creak and the shuffling of sheets, Sebastian guessed that Blaine was probably moving to get out of bed and he couldn’t be there right now. The air between them was tense and Sebastian didn’t even know what to say. “Um--” he started speaking, taking a few steps towards the door. “I’m going to make a pot of coffee to help us shake this hangover.”

Sebastian wasn’t a fan of awkward conversations-- especially ones that involved his best friend and a drunken night without clothes. He grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans before bolting for the door, making a beeline for the kitchen.

Blaine Anderson:

As Blaine hurried to dress himself, flashes of the night before played through his mind becoming less fuzzy the more awake he got. “I-right, not thinking," He stuttered, standing up from the bed to pull on his pants. The tension in the air was nothing like it had been the night before, and it only thickened when Sebastian left the room. Standing there in Sebastian’s room half-dressed, Blaine placed his hand on his head and took a deep breath. “Dammit.”

It took Blaine a few long moments to finish getting himself dressed and cleaned up. He washed his face in the bathroom, looking at himself for a minute, trying to wrap his own mind around what had happened. He had sex with Sebastian. He had sex with Sebastian. The one person in the entire world that was off-limits to him, and he’d had sex with him. He felt like he was going to hyperventilate. “Great, Blaine, great. You just have to ruin everything don’t you?” He groaned, turning off the light as he finally emerged, slowly making his way to the kitchen to tell Sebastian goodbye; there was no way they were going to lunch now, and there was no way they weren’t going to be awkward with each other. The one person in the world he didn’t have to ever feel awkward around. “H-hey,” He said quietly, shuffling his feet a little. “I should probably just...go home.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian had been in the kitchen, having put on some casual-fitting clothes along the way. His mind was still racing as he focused solely on making some coffee. It didn’t seem like his parents were home at the moment and that wasn’t out of the norm; if anything, it made the morning a little easier because he felt like he had a lot on his plate as it were.

When Blaine’s quiet voice cut through the silence, Sebastian turned to look at him and his brow furrowed slightly. He felt bad that he put Blaine in a position to feel uncomfortable in his presence. “Hey, no, you don’t have to go,” he frowned and pulled a thermos from a nearby cabinet. “I’m not about to let you foot it home from here and I still need to get my car from Scandals…”

The coffee pot rumbled softly as the coffee brewed, and Sebastian pulled a second thermos from the cabinet and placed it down on the counter. “I’m still me, Blaine. And you’re still you. I can at least drive you home and get McDonald’s on the way. I promised, after all.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine hesitated where he stood as Sebastian spoke, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the tension that he had caused; the memory came back loud and clear of who started it. He had no one to blame but himself. “I--” He didn’t know what to say. He was afraid of saying anything. It was a delicate situation that could go horribly wrong if he wasn’t careful. “Okay,” was all he managed to get out before he fell silent again, smiling a little when Sebastian mentioned McDonald’s. “I guess McDonald’s wouldn’t hurt,” he admitted, not knowing if that were actually true.

He was a little worried about spending any more time with Sebastian that day. Though it was true that they were still them… They had completely jumped over the line in their friendship and Blaine had no idea how he felt about it.

Sebastian Smythe:

The car ride over was silent and maybe that was good in a way since they both had splitting headaches, but Sebastian was uneasy with this particular quiet. Before last night, the two of them could sit in total silence and there was never a moment where Sebastian felt pressured to fill the silence with conversation. Usually the silence was comforting, even-- being with Blaine put him at ease. Now it was different; Sebastian felt like he had so much he needed to say but he still held his tongue. When they arrived at the nearly-empty Scandal’s parking lot, they switched from their Lyft ride over to Sebastian’s car to get them to McDonald’s.

When they pulled up to the drive-thru, Sebastian looked at Blaine. “You want your usual? 60 chicken nuggets and twelve large fries?” he joked, though the sound of so much food turned his stomach a bit. For some reason greasy food seemed to help with a hangover in the long-run; it was a fact that was actually revealed to him by Blaine himself. “I figured we’d just eat in the car so we don’t have to deal with people.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine had a hundred different thoughts swirling around in his head, only making his head throb harder. He wanted to speak, the silence was deafening and he wanted to break it but it felt as if he couldn’t physically open his mouth. It wasn’t until they were in the drive-thru that Blaine gave any sign of being aware of his surroundings. Sebastian made him laugh even if only gently when he joked about the food. “Make it 70.” The joke made the tension ease for a brief moment, but it rapidly built right back up once they were parked with the food in their hands.

Blaine kept quiet again as he scarfed down his food, surprisingly starving considering the current climate of the car. Even as he ate all he could think about was Sebastian and how they’d just probably ruined their friendship and he didn’t want to lose his very best friend in the whole world- he started to feel the beginnings of a panic attack when he just blurted out, “This is stupid.” He wanted to drown out the doomsday thoughts. This didn’t have to be a big deal. Right? “This doesn’t have to be some big deal.” He looked to Sebastian, shaking his head. “It was just sex.” He was more trying to convince himself than the other.

Sebastian Smythe:

It was just sex: A statement that Sebastian had both heard and said multiple times. He was all too familiar with the statement and Blaine was the last person he'd ever expected to utter it. But here Blaine was, cute and beautiful as ever, clearly looking to him for reassurance. "Yeah," he replied, with a single vigorous nod of the head, brow furrowed. "I'm totally used to drunken nights with meaningless sex. Like, I just feel bad because I know you're not like that; you want a relationship and all that crap."

Sebastian took a break from eating to get to the core of the issue. He knew he could be upfront and honest with Blaine-- they were best friends, after all. "I just… I feel like an asshole because I took advantage of you. You just got dumped and you were vulnerable and sad last night." Had it been literally anyone else, Sebastian wouldn't have felt an ounce of remorse being another man's rebound. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you, B."

Blaine Anderson:

Meaningless. Blaine chuckled with a nervous shake of his head. “Right, no, don’t feel bad. It’s okay. I mean, obviously I don’t do this often but it’s not like I haven’t.” He assured Sebastian as he took a drink. With a shrug of his shoulders Blaine looked down, he felt a little bad himself that Sebastian had taken it upon his own shoulders to be responsible for ‘taking advantage’ of Blaine when Blaine knew better. “No, don’t feel like an asshole either, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He looked to his best friend-- for the first time that day. “You’re not responsible for this- not solely responsible.”

Blaine let out a sigh as he nudged Sebastian, smiling gently. “Hey, you’re my best friend. It’s okay. We got carried away and you took care of me for the night-” He blushed, the thought of the two of them together causing him to glance down. “I’m sure it was great.” It was great-- he remembered more of it in that moment than he had when he first woke up. It was the best sex he’d had in his life and he wasn’t sure why just yet. “We don’t have to talk about it ever again if we don’t want to...but it happened and it’s okay.” He said in an attempt to convince himself further. He wasn’t sure how easy it would be to just continue on the way they always did but he wasn’t about to lose Sebastian because of whatever he may or may not be feeling internally. “As long as you think we’re fine, then we’re fine as far as I’m concerned.” He punctuated his statement with an uncertain breath.

Sebastian Smythe:

Blaine was right; this was a mistake that the two of them had made together. They were both consenting young adults who knew the repercussions even if they were both drunk. Even if in the drunken, hazy moment, both of them had wanted this. Sebastian mentally cursed at Yesterday-Sebastian, wishing that he would’ve had a little more consideration for himself before dropping this mess for him to navigate.

“I think we’re fine,” Sebastian replied, a little more stilted than he would’ve liked but it was difficult to lie right in Blaine’s face. He cleared his throat before he clarified, “I mean, shit’s gonna be awkward for a little bit but it’s not like we’re not friends or I’m not going to be in your corner when you need help.” Or a body in your bed when you get lonely again. Sebastian chided the rogue thoughts and did his best to focus on the conversation at hand. “It doesn’t feel like it now, but I bet this’ll be something we’ll laugh at when we get older and you settle down with a boring gay orthodontist or something, and I’m living it up with my harem of strippers.”

Sebastian just wanted things to be normal again and if pretending last night didn’t happen helped, then god willing he was determined to do his best.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine pressed his lips together and nodded his head as Sebastian spoke. They were at least as fine as they were going to be there at that moment. It was a lot and it had all just happened not twenty four hours before- it was going to take a bit to feel any sense of normalcy.  “Right, it’s not I’m not going to be in your corner either. Who cares if we had sex?” He swallowed hard as the words being said out loud again were a lot for him to handle. I care.

“It’ll just be a funny story one day that means nothing. You were here for me and we were drunk.” He said aloud only to further convince himself. He looked to Sebastian, smiling at him and nodding his head. “Your strippers will think it’s funny, probably not so much my orthodontist.” Blaine laughed gently, taking a deep breath and rubbing his face. “Good, this is good, I feel good.” He lied through his teeth but he wanted it to feel normal again and he just had to fake it long enough until they actually made it. They would make it. They had to. “I’m glad we had this talk...and thanks for being there for me last night- regardless of what happened. I just...will be more careful when I drink.” He joked in an attempt to speed up the process of getting back to normal.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian chuckled awkwardly as Blaine played along with his little jokes. Hearing Blaine say that they were good and they could agree to still be friends regardless of what happened last night. "Yeah, from now on I'll have to watch how much I drink or we need to start bringing a third with us to be our DD," Sebastian added, though he honestly didn't want to bring a third wheel into the mix. He liked when it was just him and Blaine, even with the weird tension.

Looking down to the spread of junk food, Sebastian didn't feel particularly hungry anymore and he really just wanted to curl up into bed and pretend yesterday didn't exist even though his brain would play it on repeat for the rest of the day. He wanted to tell Blaine he'd gladly give himself over again, let Blaine have his way with him because last night was mind-blowing and he wished Blaine was more like him so he could have exactly that. He would gladly be Blaine's rebound guy forever if he could get that kind of sex on the regular. Yet, Sebastian was infinitely more grateful that Blaine wasn't that person; Blaine cared about relationships and in turn cared about him. Even if last night didn't mean anything, Sebastian knew that he meant a lot to Blaine as his friend.

"So, same time next week?" Sebastian joked with a genuine laugh this time, doing his best to laugh off their horrid mistake.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine immediately shook his head at the idea of a third person, he didn’t really trust anyone else the way he trusted Sebastian and he would prefer it just be the two of them even if something were to ever happen again between them. “Ugh, no, no third. You get weird around outsiders.” He chuckled as he began to gather up their food trash, not feeling too hungry anymore himself. “No, we’re fine, we’ll be fine. We’ll just...not do it again.”  Blaine shrugged. “I mean, we managed for this long. We’ll be fine.” Blaine felt weird. He felt weird about the night before and about them and it was upsetting. It was no one’s fault but his own.

In reality it was the best night of his entire life and he would do it again right then and there but Sebastian was off-limits to him and he had always known that. He’d set boundaries with himself a long time ago to not fall for Sebastian because he would just get hurt. He knew Sebastian better than anyone and he wasn’t about to ruin their relationship over feelings that he wasn’t even sure he had.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian laughed at Blaine’s reaction, both very aware that if a twosome in bed was already so bad, a threesome would be an unmitigated disaster. “We’re definitely fine,” he parroted as the word sounded weirder and weirder the more they repeated it to each other. Even if it didn’t feel it right then and there, he wasn’t going to let some drunken fling together tear apart their entire friendship.