Prompt Post #7
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There were a few moments of silence in which Trent seemed to be contemplating something. 'You do realize that it was love at first sight with the two of you, right? Okay, maybe not “love” but something. Kurt knew. You, on the other hand, were a little slower on the uptake. The guys had a bet going about how long it would take you.'
'What, seriously? You bet on us?'
'Well, I didn't,' Trent corrected as though it were a matter of pride. 'Although I may have acted as referee. Jeff won, by the way. He bet it would happen by Regionals.'
Blaine snorted incredulously, not knowing whether to find the matter tasteless or amusing.
'I'm confused though. What does that have to do with the fight?'
'Isn't it obvious? He was jealous, Blaine. And that wasn't just any girl you went out with. Rachel was supposed to be one of his best friends. That has to have stung.'
'Oh,' Blaine said dumbly. 'Well, I feel stupid now.'
'Don't let me stop you.'
'Hey!' Blaine exclaimed as Trent just surveyed him with his 'you know I'm right' face.
'Well, really Blaine. You have to admit you can be pretty dense sometimes.' He prodded Blaine in the side, teasing him. 'You're lucky you're so cute.'
'Yeah, that's me. Lucky...' Blaine let the word hang in the air for a few moments, while he wrestled with a thought. 'It's just, even if he doesn't outright hate me, what are the odds that he's gonna stick around as anything more than a friend? I mean, he's gay.'
'And you're a guy,' Trent said simply, clearly refusing to understand where Blaine was going.
'Yes, I know that. But I don't exactly have a...' Blaine made an awkward half-hearted gesture. 'And there's this,' he added, waving his arm in front of his chest. 'That's not what he signed up for.'
'How long have you been together? Eight months?' Blaine nodded. 'And he hasn't pushed for sex yet?'
Blaine blushed, his mouth falling open slightly. Trent was a good friend, yes, but they didn't usually have conversations like this.
'Come on, answer the question,' Trent insisted a little impatiently. 'You're the one that made this about sex.'
Blaine cleared his throat. 'No. He hasn't pushed.'
'And you guys are happy, right?'
'Yes.' A smile spread across Blaine's face. 'Very.'
'Well, I'd say that's proof enough that he likes you for more than your hypothetical penis.'
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Since his very first day as a Warbler, Sebastian had heard stories about the great Blaine Anderson, whose lead vocals had led them to Regionals the previous spring. Sebastian had seen videos of their performances at both Sectionals and Regionals and had to color himself impressed by what he saw. It made him quite regret having missed the guy by a matter of weeks. Admittedly Sebastian's own chances at a solo had to be better without Blaine here to compete against him (not that Sebastian would ever admit to Blaine being better than him, but this guy was clearly the darling of the Warblers), but Sebastian also had other, far less professional, reasons for wanting to meet Blaine Anderson. However, when he asked about the boy that Blaine had done a duet with at Regionals, Sebastian was told briefly about Kurt Hummel; Dalton student and Warbler for five months, Blaine's boyfriend and the sole reason Blaine had left Dalton at the start of the school year. Most guys would probably have taken that as a sign that the boys were in love and to not try and get in between them.
Sebastian was not most guys.
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As Sebastian finished his coffee order, he added as an afterthought, completely straight-faced, 'And could I get a shot of Courvoisier with that, please.'
'I-- I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what that is,' the young barista stuttered apologetically, and Sebastian barely suppressed a smirk at her look of confusion, while feeling oddly triumphant at the look of incredulity and amusement that crossed Blaine's face.
'Never mind,' Sebastian sighed dramatically. 'Just get me the coffee then.'
'I can't believe you asked for a shot of Courvoisier in your coffee,' Blaine chuckled as they made their way to a table.
Sebastian grinned, then replied as he sat down, 'I forget how lame this town is. When I lived in Paris I drank it like it was mother's milk.'
'When you lived-- Oh, okay. Wow.' Blaine was apparently at a loss for words, clearly impacted by Sebastian's.
'What?' Sebastian asked, his smile wide and feigning ignorance as though he hadn't planned to drop that bit of information in there.
'You're just so... you know, you're out there.' An uncertain smile was playing on Blaine's lips as though he wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.
'And your whole bashful schoolboy thing?' Sebastian responded without missing a beat, figuring he might as well be upfront and see what kind of reaction he got. 'Super hot.'
Blaine's smile faded immediately. 'Look, Sebastian. I have a boyfriend.'
This Sebastian knew, of course. 'Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you,' he said truthfully. Quite the opposite, in fact.
'No,' Blaine objected. 'I mean, I really care about him.'
'He doesn't need to know,' Sebastian emphasized.
'I'd just never want to mess my thing up with him in any way. He's really great,' Blaine explained and Sebastian was about to counter with That's why you don't tell him when their conversation was interrupted.
'Who's really great?' Sebastian looked up at the owner of the high voice, recognizing Kurt from the videos he had watched.
'You!' Blaine cried, his expression caught somewhere between relief and panic. 'We were just talking about you. Sebastian this is Kurt, my boyfriend, who I was just--'
'Got it,' Sebastian cut him off, saving Blaine from his own fluster. The way Blaine was acting like a kid caught with his fingers in the cookie jar, you would think he had done something other than reject Sebastian's every advance. Which had to mean that either Blaine really was faithful to a fault - or he wasn't as uninterested as he made out and was playing hard to get. Sebastian knew which option he preferred.
Kurt shook Sebastian's hand, giving an icy 'Pleasure' before turning to Blaine. 'And how do we know Sebastian?'
'We met at Dalton.' Sebastian saved a still sputtering Blaine from answering. 'I was dying to meet Blaine,' he went on, deciding that if Kurt was going to be all icy and obnoxious, saying we when he meant you, then Sebastian wasn't going to give a damn about flirting with his boyfriend in front of him. 'Those Warblers just won't shut up about him. I didn't think he could live up the hype. But as it turns out...'
'Yes, he's even more impressive in the flesh,' Kurt agreed as he pulled up a chair and sat next to Blaine, looping one arm around his boyfriend's. Staking his claim.
This was going to be fun.
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