#seblaineweek

Sebastian hadn’t expected him to show. After all, what the hell would a guy like Blaine Anderson be doing at a show choir competition? He’d laughed Sebastian off when he’d handed him the ticket, and he’d just assumed that Blaine had thrown it out. But there he was, a few rows back, clapping and whistling as Sebastian took a bow. One thing was for sure, he was glad that he hadn’t noticed Blaine until after his big solo. There was no way he would have been able to concentrate, if he’d known who was watching him. 

Once off the stage, Sebastian made his way to an empty classroom to await the results - the bickering of his teammates never exactly seemed to help calm his nerves. He wasn’t alone long, however, before he heard a set of heavy footsteps, and familiar gruff voice. “Wow.” He turned, then, waiting for the inevitable mockery that he was sure was about to come from Blaine, considering the other boy hadn’t exactly hid his distaste for his “little club” in the past. 

But then he spoke again, his tone softer than it usually was, the same tone he used after a really great round in the bedroom, when he’d cup Sebastian’s cheek, look him in the eyes, and tell him that he was “so fucking beautiful”. The tone that always made the butterflies in his stomach flutter like crazy, the one that made him think that maybe he meant more to Blaine than just a warm body. 

“Your voice gave me chills.”  Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh, not at Blaine, but out of joy, and realization at how ridiculous he’d been to be so nervous about the possibility of Blaine hating his performance - about disappointing him. Blaine’s approval seemed to be the only one he cared about lately, and knowing he had it just made the lack of it from everyone else, including his father, seem so unimportant. 

A couple steps closer and it wasn’t long before he had the warm, familiar taste of Blaine’s tongue sliding against his own, the firm hands holding his hips in place, pressed against the other’s, always leaving him wanting more. They’d been playing this game for a little while now, since not long after Blaine had moved to town and Sebastian had become his favorite new play thing. The two couldn’t be more different, it seemed, but somehow, they worked. Physically, of course, the long nights spent enjoying each other’s bodies had proven that, but lately... it had been more than that. They had a rapport that Sebastian couldn’t remember sharing with anyone else, and he’d found himself spending more and more time with McKinley’s resident bad boy - even clothed. 

The sound of a voice over the loudspeakers announcing that the results were in, and for everyone to return to the auditorium was what finally brought Sebastian’s mind back to earth. As he pulled back, his lips were slick with Blaine’s spit - something that made both of them chuckle, before his nerves crashed back down onto him. Sensing this, Blaine gave Sebastian’s hip a brief squeeze, reassured him that if he didn’t win, he’d slash all the judges’ tires, and sent him out the door with a firm smack of his ass, before Sebastian could reply. That’s how it tended to be with them - Blaine would send his pulse racing in about five different ways, before he could even get his mouth to work again. 

Every second of waiting for the results lasted for hours, until finally, it was announced that the New Directions would be moving on to Regionals. Sebastian celebrated with his team for a good few seconds, before his mind went back to Blaine. He searched the crowd, looking around for him, but didn’t see him until he looked over at the side of the stage, where Blaine was waiting for him with a big, unmasked grin. His legs sprung to action before his mind did, and he rushed over, taking Blaine’s hand and dragging him out the stage door, down the hall, and back towards the empty classroom, in a bold move that surprised not only himself, but Blaine as well. 

"Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your teammates?” Blaine teased before their mouths crashed together in a desperate kiss, the smirk on his lips growing when Sebastian shook his head and pulled him in closer, staring at Blaine with eyes that were definitely a shade darker than the last time he’d looked into them. 

“Fuck ‘em.” 

It was the first thing the other boy had said to him all evening, and Blaine cracked up when he heard it, his hand slipping down the front of Sebastian’s pants as he murmured against his neck, leaving wet, hot kisses to the skin. “Cute, but I think I’d rather just fuck you instead, stud. Yeah?” When Sebastian let out a desperate whine in response, Blaine made a mental note to tell the New Directions that they should consider just letting Sebastian do that on stage at the next competition, because it sure as hell was music to his ears.