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Chapter 4
Thursday afternoon finds Blaine in glee practice, sitting in the choir room between Sam and Ryder, watching as Finn tries – and fails – to keep order as the girls bicker over solos. Blaine’s not paying attention. He knows that inevitably, Tina and Kitty will come to a decision, through no help of Finn, and that the rest of the group will have to wait it out. He hears Sugar join in, loudly proclaiming how underused her talented voice is, and Blaine knows he has time before the girls calm down.
He lets his mind wander. He tries to keep it to thoughts related to school; running over dates for history and formulas for calculus, but it doesn’t take long at all for his thoughts to drift somewhere else. Back to Scandals, to his car, to his bedroom, to Sebastian’s hands and mouth all over him, building him up and breaking him down in the best way. He feels heat crawl up his neck, threatening to peek out from the collar of his shirt and up to his cheeks, so he thinks about other things to get himself under control; the way Sebastian poked fun as Blaine hummed along to Katy Perry on the dance floor, how Sebastian swiped his thumb against Blaine’s cheek during one of their kisses, the countless number of compliments Sebastian whispered into Blaine’s ear while they danced.
He reaches into his pocket before he can think better of it, grabbing his phone and sliding his thumb across the screen. He glances up to the front of the choir room and then opens up a message to Sebastian in his phone. It’s times like this I miss the Warblers. He pockets his phone, assuming Sebastian will take a while to respond, if he does at all. He’s shocked when he feels his phone buzzing in his pocket.
From Sebastian: What’s your group of underprivileged misfits up to now?
Blaine laughs, a smile instantly on his face. He replies quickly. Everything is an excuse to argue. He keeps his phone in his hand this time and his smile widens when Sebastian replies just as quickly.
From Sebastian: They should just give every solo to you and be done with it.
The compliment makes Blaine lick his lips, reading over the words a few times before responding. I don’t mind not having solos. I just wish they could all agree on something. He feels something he can’t put a name on bubble up in his stomach as he rereads Sebastian’s text, toes bouncing anxiously on the floor.
From Sebastian: They’re public school morons, you can’t expect much. But enough about them. Tell me what you’re wearing.
Blaine laughs so loudly that the girls stop mid-fight, glaring up to look at him. He mouths ‘sorry’ before slumping back in his seat to make himself smaller. The girls go back to their fight and Blaine brings his phone out again. What do you think? I’m at school. His fingers pause and he bites his lip, debating on if he should send the next part of his text, if he should ask Sebastian what’s been on his mind all week. He takes a shallow breath and continues. Will I see you on Friday? He holds his breath.
From Sebastian: At least tell me if you’re wearing underwear or not.
And then
From Sebastian: Of course you will. Wear something tight.
Blaine keeps his laughter inside this time, but only barely. His shoulders shake as he reads Sebastian’s text, imagines him sneaking his phone out during his own glee club practice, hiding it from the new head Warbler that he told Blaine about the week before.
“What’s up, dude?” Sam whispers, leaning over discreetly.
Blaine is startled out of his thoughts and jumps just a bit, the legs of his chair scraping against the floor. “What do you mean?” he asks, settling down into his seat and slipping his phone back into his pocket.
“Your smile is like, super huge right now,” Sam says and then motions with his eyes to the front of the room where the girls are still arguing. “And I know it’s not because of what’s happening in here.”
Blaine flushes at getting caught and shakes his head, biting at his bottom lip to try and suppress his smile. “It’s nothing,” he insists but Sam doesn’t seem to buy it.
“No way, dude. I can tell something’s up,” he says, shifting his chair closer to Blaine’s. “I haven’t seen you smile like that in,” he trails off, trying to think. “I can’t even remember the last time you smiled like that.”
He rubs this thumb over the outline of his phone through his pocket, remembers how Sebastian traced his thumb on the skin over his hipbones. “Just looking forward to the weekend, that’s all,” he replies.
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The parking lot at Scandals is packed when Blaine pulls in, his eyes scanning the rows of cars as he searches for Sebastian’s. He can’t see it anywhere, all of the cars looking similar in the darkness, so he finds a spot and parks his car. He glances in his rearview mirror before heading out, his fingers plucking at his bowtie and making sure it’s straight. His body is filled with excitement as he sprints across the pavement, weaving in between cars as he heads for the entrance doors. He knows Sebastian’s in there somewhere, waiting for him, and his fingers shake as he pulls his ID out of his wallet.
The inside of Scandals is filled with more people than Blaine’s ever seen, but it’s different tonight. The music isn’t as loud, pulsing techno beat, but it’s a song Blaine recognizes from one of his mom’s old records. There’s a shoddy looking stage built off to the back, and Blaine struggles to see what’s going on through the sea of people. Nothing seems to be happening at the moment, the dark red curtains closed, and Blaine brings his attention back to the bar.
It’s crowded, men leaning over to call out drinks to the bartender. They all blur together and Blaine has a hard time picking out Sebastian from the large group. He’s reaching in his pocket to pull out his phone, hoping that Sebastian can hear his text over the music, when their eyes meet. A wide smile instantly spreads across Sebastian’s face before he schools it into something more serious, casting his eyes down for no more than a second. When he looks back up he waves Blaine over, a short flick of his hand. Blaine excuses himself through the sea of people, squeezing in between bodies as he makes his way over. The closer he gets, the more clearly he can see Sebastian; the way the cuffs on his sleeves are rolled up as he leans his elbows on the bar, how his hip looks cocked out to the side and so inviting, his eyes on Blaine and no one else. Blaine can feel his heart beat faster with each step he takes and he realizes that he may definitely be in trouble.
When Blaine finally makes his way over, he sees that the barstools are gone and that everyone is standing in front of the bar. Sebastian has a tiny sliver of space saved for them and Blaine squeezes in, turning his body sideways in order to fit. He’s instantly pushed up against Sebastian as the man next to him moves his elbows to order a drink and Blaine finds that he really, really doesn’t mind.
“Did you dress up for me tonight?” Sebastian asks, his fingers instantly up by Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s breath catches as Sebastian tugs gently on his bowtie, his thumb running across the fabric.
“I—“ Blaine starts, but doesn’t finish. He hadn’t dressed up for tonight, not specifically, but he wanted to look good for Sebastian. He always wants to look good for him, the new worry in the back of his mind that Sebastian will find someone else to spend his Friday nights with. He’s rethinking the bowtie now, unsure if it’s too much for just a casual hookup.
“I like it,” Sebastian says, letting his hand move from the bowtie to the side of Blaine’s neck, his fingers pressing into Blaine’s skin. Blaine grabs onto the bar to steady himself, still not used to the way Sebastian’s touch is so quick to affect him. Sebastian slides his fingers until they’re on the back of Blaine’s neck and then pulls him forward, closing the few inches that separate them. Sebastian stops right before their lips touch, their eyes locked, and Blaine is the one that closes the distance completely.
Sebastian’s lips taste vaguely of tonic and something stronger and Blaine pushes his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth to chase after it. Sebastian opens up willingly, his fingers digging into the skin on Blaine’s neck as their kiss turns just a bit sloppy and desperate after not seeing each other for an entire week.
A loud, impressed whistle comes off from the side of them and Blaine breaks away quickly, an embarrassed flush filling his cheeks as he tries to breathe evenly. Sebastian looks pleased, licking his lips slowly before reaching over to the bar and taking a long sip from his drink.
Blaine clears his throat, his hand still gripping tightly against the bar. “So what’s going on tonight?” he asks, motioning towards the stage. There’s a bit of a commotion but the lights are still low and the curtains are still closed.
Sebastian shrugs his shoulders. “I think the sign outside said something about a drag queen show,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Which means I’m going to need about five more of these if I’m going to survive,” he says, motioning towards his glass.
Blaine smiles and calls the bartender over, ordering them each a drink. He reaches into his wallet and pulls out some money and quickly puts it on the bar before Sebastian can stop him. He knows this isn’t a date, of course he knows that, but he still wants to pay. And the way Sebastian chuckles and shakes his head fondly at Blaine’s insistence is easily worth the twenty dollars.
Blaine pushes Sebastian’s drink over to him and takes a sip of his own, grimacing slightly at the strong taste. The bar is getting more and more crowded and the two of them continue to get pushed together, until Blaine has to slide a foot in between Sebastian’s legs so he doesn’t get squashed by the guy trying to push in beside him. Sebastian looks over Blaine’s shoulder at the drunken man shouting an order out to the bartender and smoothly brings his hand up until it’s resting on Blaine’s hip, tugging him closer.
Blaine lets out a small ‘oof’ and stumbles forward a few inches, until the man behind him is no longer pushing into his side. Sebastian leaves his hand on Blaine’s hip and scoffs at the drunken man as he grabs his beer and stumbles away from the bar. As soon as the man leaves, some free space opens up behind Blaine, but he doesn’t want to move. It doesn’t seem like Sebastian wants him to move, either, his hand settling on the small of Blaine’s back and staying there.
“So should we take bets on who’s going to have the worst outfit?” Sebastian asks, smiling around the lip of his glass before swallowing. Blaine lets himself relax further in Sebastian’s arms, slumping down a bit and letting Sebastian tower over him.
“Someone will over-do Gaga. It’s inevitable,” Blaine says, rolling his eyes. “Some terrible silver body suit or something equally horrendous.”
Sebastian throws his head back and laughs, his teeth showing and his body shaking with movement. They’re so close now that Blaine can feel the vibrations running through him, up his arms and down his spine. He loves the way Sebastian sounds when he laughs, when he’s far from composed and lets himself go, loves it even more when he’s the one who causes it.
“What’s so funny?” Blaine asks as Sebastian finally pulls his head back. He’s still shaking his head, crinkles forming at the corner of his eyes.
“I’ve just never heard a mean word come out of your mouth before,” Sebastian explains. “It’s refreshing.”
Blaine ducks his head, a little flustered and a small smile on his lips. He turns to grab his drink, the sound of Sebastian’s laughter still ringing in his ears, when he feels Sebastian’s hand slip from the small of his back to down over his ass. His drink sloshes around in his glass, a bit of the liquid falling out and onto the bar as he jerks in surprise.
“Sebastian,” Blaine hisses as Sebastian’s hand slips down into one of Blaine’s back pockets, his fingers digging in. “What are you doing?”
“Hmm,” Sebastian hums. “I think you know exactly what I’m doing.” He pauses to lean forward and whisper into Blaine’s ear. “And I think you like it.”
There’s no denying how much Blaine has missed Sebastian’s hands on him, how Sebastian makes his head spin and his knees weak. Of course he likes it; being with someone who wants him, who’s not afraid to touch him when there are other people around, even if they can’t see exactly what Sebastian’s hands are doing. His body responds immediately, his hands reaching out and rubbing across Sebastian’s lower stomach. It’s quickly becoming one of Blaine’s favorite spots, loving how he can feel Sebastian’s muscles tighten and relax under his touch.
The lights turn down, signaling the start of the show, and Blaine couldn’t care less. Everything is darker and covered in shadows and it makes Blaine a little braver, lose a little more of his inhibitions. It’s been a wee— a fucking week —since he’s seen or touched or kissed Sebastian. It makes his chest squeeze tight in a way he doesn’t want to think about, instead focusing on the way his palms lay flat on Sebastian’s stomach and how he can feel his shallow breathing.
The people around them disappear. A deep voice introduces the people on stage but Blaine isn’t paying attention. Sebastian’s hand is gripping his ass, his other hand traveling up Blaine’s chest until his fingers are dipping under the collar of Blaine’s shirt, rubbing the skin behind his bowtie.
“You always look so fucking proper,” Sebastian says, his voice just loud enough for Blaine to hear it. Blaine swallows hard, Sebastian’s words lighting a fire underneath his skin. Sebastian moves his hand from Blaine’s neck to the back of his head, threading his fingers through Blaine’s hair and pulling. “Can’t wait to get you all messy,” he says, almost a growl. He moves his hands possessively over Blaine’s ass, dragging him even closer.
Blaine’s hands are trapped between them, still pressed against Sebastian’s stomach. He glances around and sees that no one is paying attention them—instead, the crowd is focusing on the show happening on stage. It makes something burn low in Blaine’s stomach, knowing that anyone could look over and see the way they’re touching. He’s never gotten off on this before, but then again, he’s never had the chance to experience it.
“You’d let me fuck you right on this bar, wouldn’t you.” It should be a question, but it’s not the way Sebastian says it.
“Yes,” Blaine says, his throat suddenly dry, his mouth dropping open in shock at his own admission. He’s never felt like this before, not ever—like he can’t catch his breath, like his entire body is straining towards Sebastian, as if he can’t get enough. “Can we go back to your place?” Blaine begs. “Please.”
Sebastian groans, dropping his head down into the crook of Blaine’s neck. “We can’t,” he says as if the words physically pain him to speak. “My roommate has the flu. He’s stuck in our room all weekend,” he explains. “And besides,” he continues, his face still tucked into Blaine’s neck. “Your house is closer.”
“My parents didn’t go out tonight,” Blaine says, feeling his heart sink. He didn’t even think to mention it to Sebastian, assuming that his dorm room would be free. His mind races to think of other places they can go, anywhere where they can be alone.
“How big is the back seat of your car?” Sebastian asks and Blaine quickly shakes his head no. He doesn’t want old memories hanging over his head while he’s making new ones with Sebastian. Sebastian groans in frustration, his teeth nipping at Blaine’s neck.
“Where else can we go?” Blaine asks, completely and utterly desperate. He drags his fingers down a few inches, leaving Sebastian’s stomach and tugging at his belt. It’s like his hands are disconnected from his body, as if he has no control over them as he pulls the buckle on Sebastian’s belt open.
“Blaine,” Sebastian says, reaching to pull Blaine’s hands away, his long fingers wrapping tightly around Blaine’s wrists. “Okay, okay. Fuck.” Sebastian takes a deep breath and then his hands are back at Blaine’s bowtie, tugging on the fabric and hauling him up for a kiss. Their mouths are open before their lips even touch, both ready and willing and so, so desperate for more. Sebastian slides his tongue into Blaine’s mouth and Blaine whines, his body absolutely wrecked as Sebastian takes him apart.
Sebastian pulls away and Blaine tries to follow, up on his toes as he chases after Sebastian’s lips. Sebastian shakes his head and reaches down for Blaine’s hands, threading their fingers together. It catches Blaine completely off guard, the way Sebastian’s hand fits so perfectly in his. He hadn’t expected this, and he looks down to stare at their fingers locked together.
“Come on,” Sebastian urges strongly, pulling on Blaine’s arm, and the moment is broken.
Blaine follows as Sebastian leads him through the crowd, never letting go of Blaine’s hand as they weave through. Sebastian turns and twists to fit through the bodies on the dance floor, pulling Blaine through the darkness. Blaine is clueless as they move farther away from the door leading outside. He has no idea where Sebastian could possibly be leading him, as they turn a corner and head down a dark hallway. There’s barely any light filtering back and Blaine stumbles over his feet as he tries to keep up.
They push through a door and Blaine quickly realizes they’re in a bathroom, three stalls and one sink. He barely has time to catch his reflection in the mirror, just a quick glimpse of his bitten-red lips and crooked bowtie, before Sebastian is yanking open a door and crowding them inside a stall. He turns them around and slams the lock shut, pressing Blaine back against the door so hard that the walls shake.
Sebastian starts on his neck immediately while his hands pin Blaine’s hips to the door. He’s rougher than he has been so far; his teeth biting in just a little too sharply, his fingers digging too hard into the bones of Blaine’s hips. It should hurt, should make him shake Sebastian off, but instead it just makes his stomach twist up tighter. It’s Sebastian’s obvious desperation that makes Blaine shake, each too-hard bite against his neck sending a sharp flash of intensity down his spine.
Sebastian’s hands leave Blaine’s hips and quickly move up his chest, fighting with the bowtie knotted around his neck. Blaine has never seen Sebastian as anything other than calm and collected while they’ve been together, so it makes him stop and notice when Sebastian has trouble untying the bow, a loud, frustrated growl leaving his mouth when his fingers won’t cooperate.
“Here, let me,” Blaine says, pulling at the material until it falls loosely around his neck. Sebastian lets out a pleased hum and immediately flicks the top button high on Blaine’s collar open, spreading the fabric and licking against the dip of Blaine’s neck. It’s one of his sensitive spots, makes his eyes roll back and his head thump against the door, and he grabs onto Sebastian’s hips to steady himself, wondering if Sebastian remembers how much it affects him as he drags his teeth across the skin.
The fingers on his neck are suddenly gone, moving lower until Blaine can feel when Sebastian starts on the button of his jeans. Sebastian fumbles for just a second, quickly recovering as he yanks down the zipper, Blaine’s pants resting loosely on his hips. There’s nothing slow and cautious about the way Sebastian moves, not pausing at all as he pulls Blaine’s pants and underwear until they’re caught around his knees.
“I don’t ever do this with just hookups,” Sebastian says, mouth moving against Blaine’s neck. “It’s not safe.” He pauses and then mumbles, “but it’s you,” although it’s said so softly that Blaine’s not sure it was said at all.
“Oh,” Blaine says, Sebastian’s words taking him out of the moment just a bit. “That’s okay.” He tries not to get too disappointed, backing up against the door as far as he can to put some space between them. The last thing he wants to do is make Sebastian uncomfortable enough to he rethink this whole thing. “I don’t have a condom, I thought you would. We don’t have to, it’s fine. We can just—“
Sebastian cuts him off with a hard kiss, closing the few inches of space Blaine had put between them. “That’s not what I meant.” It’s the only explanation he offers before dropping to his knees and taking Blaine’s cock into his mouth.
Blaine’s arms fly out, his palms pressing flat on each of the walls beside him. Sebastian mouth is like a shock to his system, warm and wet, his lips tight as he slides up on Blaine’s cock. Blaine forces himself to keep his eyes open, to drop his head down and watch; Sebastian’s knees pressed against the filthy floor, his hands wrapped around high on Blaine’s thighs, his hair falling loose and dropping into the corner of his eyes, his mouth stretched open and wide.
“Sebastian,” Blaine says, holding onto his name as long as he can before it turns into nothing more than a messy groan. He still gets a thrill out of moaning Sebastian’s name, not having to censor himself or worry about what words might slip out of his mouth as he loses more and more of his control.
Sebastian moves quickly, no hint of teasing as he works his mouth over Blaine’s dick. Blaine’s nails scratch down the graffiti covered walls when Sebastian’s tongue presses hard against the underside of his cock, dragging it up and swiping over the head. It’s a little sloppy, just the way Blaine likes it, Sebastian’s mouth flooded with spit as Blaine rocks forward. It feels too mind numbingly good to keep his hips completely still, so he keeps his thrusts small and shallow as he fucks his cock inside of Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian swallows down around him, lets his jaw slide open a little bit more to accommodate Blaine’s thrusts.
“Yeah, yeah. Like that. Please, like that,” Blaine rambles. He tries to keep quiet, the fear of someone walking in prickling up his neck, but his jaw hurts from biting down so hard to keep his mouth shut. It feels so good, and he wants to tell Sebastian how much he’s enjoying this, how amazing it feels and how he never wants it to end.
Sebastian groans around Blaine’s dick at his words, dragging his hand away from Blaine’s thigh to wrap it around the base of Blaine’s cock. Blaine’s knees almost buckle under the added pressure, Sebastian’s fist a tight circle around him, stroking him where his mouth can’t reach. It’s devastating, there’s really no other way for Blaine to describe it, his senses completely overloaded as Sebastian uses his mouth to turn Blaine inside out. He slides his hand off the dirty wall and presses it to Sebastian’s shoulder, pushing until Sebastian gets the hint and pulls off. Sebastian is off of his knees immediately, rising to his feet and crowding next to Blaine, his hand still stroking over Blaine’s cock.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” Sebastian whispers against Blaine’s ear and Blaine can only nod helplessly. He’s proud of himself for lasting this long, for being able to watch Sebastian down on his knees, his mouth wrapped tightly around Blaine’s cock, and not come immediately.
He throws an arm around Sebastian’s shoulder and pulls him in tighter, until their breath mixes as Blaine pants against Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian’s hand moves quickly over him, jerking his wrist and flattening his palm. Blaine finally lets his eyes snap shut, unable to keep them open any longer, as he starts to come, his fingers digging into the muscles of Sebastian’s shoulder to keep himself upright. It hits him hard, so much harder than he expected; the way they’re pressed so tightly together, how he can feel Sebastian’s breath all over him, how he can turn his head and drown out his shouts into the warmth of Sebastian’s neck.
Blaine slumps back against the door, his arm still clinging tightly around Sebastian’s shoulder. He takes a few deep breath, tries to calm his racing heart. He can feel Sebastian pressed all along his side, his hips just barely grinding against Blaine’s. He opens his eyes, blinking a few times until he can see straight, and then reaches down to palm Sebastian through his jeans.
“Yeah, Blaine. Fuck,” Sebastian mumbles, his hips jerking under Blaine’s touch, his cock pushing against Blaine’s hand. “It won’t take long, I promise.”
Blaine undoes Sebastian’s pants blindly, not letting his eyes drop down and leave Sebastian’s face for even a second. He slides his hands through layers of fabric until he has his fist tight around Sebastian’s cock, bringing it out of his clothes so his hand isn’t trapped inside. He moves quickly right from the start, wanting nothing more than to see Sebastian fall apart. He looks stunning like this; his eyelashes resting against the tops of his cheeks, his skin flushed red, his teeth digging into his lip as he moans Blaine’s name. This might even be better than Sebastian on his knees, Blaine thinks, stroking his hand to coax intense sounds from Sebastian’s mouth, noises that Blaine has become addicted to. They’ve never been this close before, and even though it’s only Blaine’s hand on Sebastian’s dick, it feels more intimate than any of their other times together.
“Blaine. Missed you, missed you so much,” Sebastian mumbles unintelligibly, his voice so low that Blaine barely catches it. Blaine jerks, Sebastian’s words hitting him square in the chest and a ringing starts in his ears, his hand coming to a stop around Sebastian’s dick. “What? Why’d you stop?” Sebastian asks, his head snapping up, suddenly coherent. He moves his hips, fucking into Blaine’s lax fist, coaxing him to start moving his hand again. Blaine shakes his head, snaps himself out of it, and grips tightly on Sebastian’s cock.
It doesn’t take more than a minute before Sebastian is coming, panting into Blaine’s neck, his entire body shaking as he clings tightly to Blaine. They’re still for a few moments, the sound of the music playing from inside the bar drifting through, before Sebastian gathers himself, reaching for some toilet paper and starting on clean up. Blaine’s mind is racing, Sebastian’s words echoing in his ears, but he doesn’t want to make a fool of himself if it was just something Sebastian said in the heat of the moment, if he even remembers saying it at all.
Sebastian tucks himself back into his pants and then buttons Blaine back up, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before unlocking the bathroom door. They’re silent as they stand next to each other to wash their hands in the sink, their shoulders bumping together. It’s not an awkward silence, not really, Blaine is just completely unsure of what to say, not wanting to blurt something out that he will regret later. He glances at his watch and sees it’s almost eleven.
“I have to get going,” Blaine says, his words apologetic. “Curfew.” He wants to stay with Sebastian for as long as he can, until the sun comes up and they have to separate only for sleep. But his parents are home this weekend and he can’t stay out late, and he’s unsure if Sebastian would even want him to.
Blaine swears he sees disappointment in Sebastian’s eyes before Sebastian clears his throat. “Okay. I think I’m going to stay for one more drink, make fun of a few drag queens,” he says, his voice just a little bit off to Blaine’s ears. He opens the bathroom door for them. “Do you want me to walk you out?”
“Sure,” Blaine says, his fingers itching to link their hands together. Instead he keeps them balled into fists at his side, following Sebastian through the crowd of people, not even glancing up at the men onstage.
They walk outside, quickly crossing the parking lot, weaving in between cars until they’re standing in front of Blaine’s. Blaine’s mind flashes to the week before, when Sebastian had him pressed up against his car, his hands everywhere, and Blaine fumbles as he unlocks the door.
“I’ve gotta be honest, Blaine,” Sebastian says. “Public sex, I didn’t think you had it in you.” The corner of his mouth is turned up in a smirk as he teases, and Blaine just dips his head down, flustered.
“I have to keep you on your toes,” he answers. “Wouldn’t want you to get bored.”
“Trust me, I don’t think that’s possible,” Sebastian says before continuing quickly. “Text me when you make it home, okay?” Blaine nods and Sebastian tugs at the ends of his undone bowtie, still laying around his neck. “See you next week?”
“Of course.” What Blaine doesn’t say is that he’s already looking forward to it and he hasn’t even left yet.
He gets into his car and Sebastian shuts the door behind him, tapping on the window and giving him a small wave. Blaine smiles in return and then starts his car, letting it sit idly for a few moments before pulling out. He watches Sebastian in his rearview mirror; his hands jammed into his pockets, standing in the same spot until Blaine drives out of the parking lot and loses sight of him.
The drive home goes quickly, Blaine replaying the entire night in his head, moment by moment. He gets home and walks through his house quietly, not wanting to wake his parents. He changes into his pajamas and he knows he should shower, but he decides he’ll wait until tomorrow.
His crawls into bed, content in only the way he gets after he and Sebastian have been together, grabbing for his phone on the night stand. He opens up a text to Sebastian. Home safe and sound. Thanks for a fun night. He resists adding anything else and waits for his phone to buzz with Sebastian’s answering text.
From Sebastian: The pleasure was all mine. Sleep tight.
Blaine smiles and rubs his thumb over the screen, switching his phone to silent and settling into bed. He closes his eyes and lets his thoughts drift to next Friday and Sebastian, before falling asleep.