SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

Oh! I didn’t realise. Congratulations. May I ask who?

Sorry. Can we start this again, without the flirting? Kurt Hummel, nice to meet you.

The magnanimous and beautiful Blaine Anderson; most stunning being to ever exist. The literal love of my undead life.

Sebastian, sweetheart….

Can I do anything for you then?  What?  Talk to me please?  We’re in this together you and I.  That’s what this means.  

I love you.

It’s fine, really. I have faith that we are meant to be together, and even if I’m not supposed to be here... I’m clearly supposed to be with you. And you’re here, so that can only mean one thing.

That is what it means, you’re right. Did you see the part where I told that cute boy I was off the market? 

I love you too. 

I know I didn’t do anything.  But I hate that you’re going through this again.  Is this always going to be a thing?

You don’t think…. someone knows you think you don’t belong here and are trying to blackmail us into not being together, do you?

Maybe one day I’ll just have to come clean. So that nobody has anything against me anymore. 

Well, I don’t plan on going out any time soon. I can only really think of one motive for that and I just... hope that’s not what this is. Either way, I’m not giving you up. 

It’s definitely not. I could be convinced to let you.

You would come back to tempt me after I’ve officially started the monogamous life. 

Oh Sebastian, I’m so sorry.  Well if they are, then they don’t belong here either do they?  What could they want from you or us that they just can’t ask for?  

Oh…

I’m so glad she’s safe and sound and with you like she belongs again.  

You don’t have to apologize, angel. You didn’t do anything. I don’t know what this is about, but I’m burning this letter. 

I love you.

Why would I send myself a note saying I don’t belong here?  Why would I do that on Frannie’s big night?  She deserves tonight to be perfect.  For forks sake Sebastian  pull your head  out of your ash.  

What do you think this is about?  What do you know?  Are you responsible?

Charming. 

That’s….. that’s just wrong.  

This is so forking wrong.  Why would someone here do that?

I don’t know, but someone must have overheard us talking at some point. That’s all I can think this is. Do you think someone’s trying to blackmail me? Or us? 

So I found something super cute. What do you make of this note?

Blaine whimpered into the kiss, feeling so much between the two of them.  Their arms wrapped around Sebastian’s neck and even when they pulled back to  breathe, Blaine rested their foreheads together.  “You… this… us… is everything I ever wanted and never thought I would get.  And now that it’s this close, I just want to be greedy,” they explained.  “I can’t lose you.  I know you struggle, you wonder about your place here, but I didn’t know you before and I couldn’t imagine not knowing you now.  I don’t want to imagine not knowing you now,” Blaine said with a shake of their head.  “I’ve waited, and I’ve held off, and I’ve just… been here.. because I  can’t stay away.  I know this is rare.  I know this is different for you.  I know it’s new.  But I’d wait an eternity for you if that’s what it takes.”  Blaine surged back up to kiss Sebastian again.  “I’d still wait,” the mumbled against the others lips.      

As Blaine poured their heart out, Sebastian listened. He only had eyes for Blaine, his own green hues locked on those hazel ones in front of him. He let them get every word out as he listened, taking it all in and feeling each word fill and warm his heart and soul. When he’d made his way to Blaine’s house, he had known what he was going to do, but those words made it easy. 

“Be greedy. You don’t have to wait anymore,” he began, managing out the few words in between kisses. His hands wandered, gripping those hips first before expertly climbing Blaine’s sides and up their chest. Nimble fingers curled in the fabric there, then continued upwards, barely grazing along the soft skin of their neck and along their jawline on one side. Then his other hand dropped and wrapped around Blaine’s waist, tugging them close enough that the fronts of their bodies pressed against each other. “You’re so forking beautiful, and I don’t just mean the panties, the super charming singing, the pretty face, or that bombshell body; I mean you, who you are-- that soul inside you, you could say. I always knew it was you, but I was too afraid to say it. Too afraid to be vulnerable like that. Too afraid to ruin you. But I never really stood a chance, you can’t fight a soulmate bond, I’m pretty sure about that at this point. You’re never going to have to even imagine not knowing me, I’m not going anywhere. I couldn’t even if I tried, and there isn’t a single part of me that wants to even imagine trying. All I want is to be with you.”

Of that I have no doubt. I am rather good at convincing, doesn’t tend to take too long. Oh, thank fork. 

That is never not going to be unsexy. 

I might have to turn my front yard, or back, into a stage… Though, if this was really a perfect heaven, there’d be more casual nudity, and margaritas.

Is that so? Color me intrigued. Can’t wait to find out for myself. 

I’m an expert at sexy, I think you’ll soon find out. 

That would be pretty cool, actually. That would mean that you could plan events without anyone else really knowing; and then drop a full concert with no warning like Beyonce dropped a full album. I think you’ll find as much casual nudity as you go searching for. 

Admire isn’t the only thing you can do, handsome. Can I? Because if I can’t perform, send me somewhere else. 

I’m very good at a great many things, admiring being only one of them. If you want to find out what else I can do, I might be convinced to show you. You can, yes. This is your heaven, your utopia. If you want a stage, you can have a stage. 

I did the same damn stunt hundreds of times before, and yet, here I am. 

How am I supposed to be a rockstar on stage without a stage?

You might be dead, but that just means one more pretty face for me to admire. Who said you can’t have a stage here?

Blaine let out the breath they’d been holding as soon as they heard Sebastian’s voice.  The words washed over them and they opened their eyes, smiling up at Sebastian.  “A few moments in an eternity, you got off easy my heart,” they teased before stepping forward and immediately surging up on their tiptoes.  “Both,” Blaine whispered against Sebastian’s lips.  “Definitely both.  Always both.  I love you.”  

Sebastian heard that breath, but he felt it too because he was letting out his own too. Blaine always made him feel comfortable, even if the topic at hand didn’t. The teasing was perfect, he felt his heart racing and skipping beats in his chest. Then they were close and Blaine was whispering, their lips touching as they spoke. Sebastian wasted no more time, he kissed Blaine with a passion that matched their previous conversation; and everything he hadn’t said. “I love you. You’re special.”

Official || Seblaine

Blaine worried the whole way over to Sebastian’s.  They worried what to say, they worried how to say it.  They felt incredibly dumb; everything they’d ever wanted was happening right now.  Soulmate.   The word echoed in Blaine’s head, like a pinball in a machine.  Raising a hand, Blaine knocked on the door, before trying the handle and poking their head in.  “Bas, it’s me.”  They took a breath, closing their eyes and letting the calmness that seemed to fall over them whenever Sebastian was around come.  

@thesebastardsmythe​

While Blaine was worrying and making their way over, Sebastian was tidying up the place and making sure that his own appearance was top notch enough. He was well aware of what he was putting on the table, what he wanted to say, and what he both wanted from Blaine and to give to them. It was a lot. The knock came and he sped towards it, stopping only when he could see that beautiful face. “My princette, here at last. I missed you-- you sure know how to keep a boy on the edge of his seat. Should I kiss you now or later-- or both?”