#parafe

He knocked softly on the door, opening it slowly, “hey,” Blaine had a small smile, but he didn’t move beyond the entryway. Things still felt tense, at lest to Blaine, and he wanted to have permission to do anything that could potentially get him into trouble.

He sighed, texted Kurt and silently hoped he was still awake. At his response, Blaine was off his bed and making his way into the kitchen. He opened a bottle of pinot grigio, grabbed the biggest wine glasses he could find (he had almost settled for two large mugs), and returned to his room. 

Blaine took his time getting ready that morning; gelled his hair carefully to look neat with only a hint of curls peeking out, picked an outfit he knew looked great on him. He wanted to look good for Sebastian. His heart still fluttered when he thought about the other man, and he hoped that never went away, no matter how much time they spent together. When it was time for him to leave, Blaine grabbed his bag, double-checked he had his scripts, sheet music, and wallet, and made his way to the subway station. Throughout the ride and walk to Sebastian’s, Blaine ran over the lines in his head. He wanted this part so badly; he’d been thrilled when he saw the casting call, remembered seeing ‘The Fantasticks’ when he was 14 and singing the songs until he knew every note and every word. He took a deep breath. If it was meant to be it would be. He nodded to himself and knocked on Sebastian’s door. 

He dressed quickly, comfortably in looser fitting jeans and a plain black henley, and sat on the end of his bed. He took a calming breath and ran a hand through his damp hair. He went over the script in his head of things he would tell Sebastian, that he would hopefully understand and accept. Sebastian would be here any minute. If he didn’t understand, this could be the last time Blaine saw him. It made a lump form in the back of his throat. 

Blaine’s phone buzzed with a new text from Sebastian. “I’ll be there in ten. ;)“ He smiled to himself, looking forward to seeing Sebastian again, even after the embarrassing ending their previous date came to. He waited a few minutes and paused the TV, pushed himself up off couch and grabbed the neatly folded stack of clothes from his dresser, bringing them up to his face and smelling them. He wished they’d still smelt like Sebastian. He felt happy flutters in his chest thinking about the other man; Blaine was smitten, and he couldn’t help the giddy smile he had on his face when he heard soft knocking on the door.

Upside down Clowns!!