fic: When It Comes to You (It's All A Little Different) - 3/?
Title: When It Comes to You (It's All A Little Different) - 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Sebastian
Warnings: mpreg
Words: ~5,200 this chapter (~16,200 so far)
Summary: Kurt found out that even though Sam is in Lima with the rest of the Glee club, he's still running off to Kentucky some weekends to strip. Kurt and Blaine devise a plan with Sebastian's help to give Sam the money he needs and to keep him from going back to stripping. From there, it all spirals way out of control.
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It was safe to say that Sebastian wasn’t going to be leaving his house anytime soon. He opened his laptop and googled as much as he could about this whole male pregnancy thing, but there was almost no research whatsoever posted online. Sebastian nearly smashed his laptop against the wall in frustration, but withheld. He spent a lot of time boxing downstairs, but he got weak quickly and already cursed this baby for wearing him so thin. By the end of the month, he was starting to notice a bump, and Sebastian had never felt so awful in his life.
He was still getting headaches, he was still getting sick, and now on top of it all there was physical evidence. Then to make matters worse, on top of all of that, now Dalton was calling him because he’d been missing classes and Sebastian knew it wasn’t long until his parents called him, too. What’s worse is not only would he have to have an explanation as to how this was even possible, but he’d probably be expected to tell them what he was going to do about it, too. And that was just something Sebastian wasn’t ready to think about it.
By the time Blaine had the courage to show up on Sebastian’s door step, Sebastian had ignored seven calls and twenty-six text messages. When he opened the door without thinking and spotted Blaine, Sebastian fixed him with a glare instantly, and tried to slam the door in his face. Blaine held his hand out and stopped him, though, and Sebastian was frozen in surprise. He hadn’t been expecting Blaine to stand up to him like that. “Go away,” Sebastian breathed venomously.
Blaine just shook his head and ducked under Sebastian’s arm as he let himself in. “Not fucking funny!” Sebastian called out after Blaine as he wandered into the house as he pleased.
Sebastian glared and stormed into the living room where Blaine was already making himself comfortable, and he would have leaned over to try to drag Blaine off the couch if he hadn’t gotten a sudden wave of sickness right in that moment. Sebastian rushed away to be sick, and when he came back, Blaine was waiting expectantly. The look on his face was one of sympathy and caring, but it still managed to piss Sebastian off. “Get the fuck out of my house,” Sebastian said firmly.
Blaine just looked up at Sebastian and asked, “What are you going to do with your baby?”
Sebastian did a double take at that, because nobody had called it his baby - not since the doctor when he found out about it. It was frustrating, to say the least, but something about the words ‘your baby’ rang in Sebastian’s ears and he had to sit down. For the first time since this whole thing began, the full weight of the situation was really hitting him. His baby. There was a little life inside of Sebastian, and he was all this little one had, at least in his mind, and a million thoughts whipped through his head until he couldn’t think or see or focus, and Blaine watched in horror as Sebastian passed out right there.
Blaine rushed over to catch Sebastian and tug him up onto the sofa to lie down. He fanned Sebastian’s face and slowly he watched Sebastian’s eyes flutter open. “So it finally sunk in, huh?” Blaine asked in amusement.
Sebastian slapped Blaine quickly at that comment, but he couldn’t really say a word because the truth hit him hard. “What are you going to do?” Blaine asked quietly.
He sat back into the corner of the sofa and Sebastian rested backwards with his head upon Blaine’s stomach. Absentmindedly, Blaine’s fingers ran through Sebastian’s hair, and he let him just think for a minute. “I don’t know,” Sebastian finally admitted. “I can’t be a father. I can’t be responsible for another life. You see how reckless I am with mine.”
“So maybe it’s time to grow up a little,” Blaine suggested quietly.
Sebastian scoffed, but then the thought of it didn’t seem as horrifying as it once had. “It wouldn’t be that bad, you know,” Blaine added, leaving lots of silence for Sebastian so he could think. “For what it’s worth, I think you’d be a really great father.”
“No I wouldn’t,” Sebastian shot instantly. “I’m a fuck up that prefers getting drunk on weekends to doing anything even remotely considered family friendly.”
“And why is that?” Blaine pressed.
“Because it’s all my father did,” Sebastian replied automatically.
Once the words were out in the open, neither spoke; Blaine because he knew he’d just made his point, and Sebastian because he realized just what Blaine had been getting at. He hated the way his father would choose weekend parties and work friends over his family. Sebastian had always been miserable, having nobody but his mother to look up to, and she lived all the way out in Paris. His father was living the good life in Los Angeles, pretending he was a bachelor in his prime, no wife or child scattered across the globe. It was the worst feeling in the world, and Sebastian, no matter how cruel, would never put another through something like that. “So… I should get rid of it then,” Sebastian grappled lamely for words.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” Blaine pointed out. Sebastian didn’t say a word, so Blaine continued, “I meant that if you do this, you go through with it and raise this child, it’s like, the biggest screw you to your father ever. You can do something as amazing as parenting without a single bit of help from him, without even learning any of it from him, and I’ll bet you can do it millions of times better than he could ever hope to.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“It’s true,” Blaine said matter-of-factly. “You know I’m always honest with you, and if I thought this baby would be better off with someone else, I’d tell you. But… I think you’d be good for each other. You need someone in your life besides yourself and me, and I know I can’t be there for you in the way that you want, which makes it even harder. Sebastian, you deserve to be loved. Even if it’s just your baby that loves you, isn’t that better than nobody at all?”
“My mother loves me.”
Blaine nodded and said softly, “I… I didn’t mean to offend. I know she does. But… you need someone here. A physical presence in your life that can hug you and kiss you and remind you every day how important you are to them. That’s what you need, and I think this baby could give you that.”
Sebastian snorted and sat up before turning to glare at Blaine, “I don’t need shit except to be alone, Anderson.”
He stalked towards the kitchen to pour himself more ginger ale, and Blaine called out after him, “Don’t shut me out! I’m all you have right now and shutting me out isn’t going to help!”
“I’ll shut you out all I want to!” Sebastian shouted right back, turning on his heel from where he stood at the refrigerator to fix a hard glare on Blaine. “This is all your fault to begin with! If you hadn’t convinced me to go fuck Blondie to get him to stop stripping, I wouldn’t be knocked up and none of this shit would be happening!”
Sebastian’s voice echoed throughout the huge kitchen and he felt a bit light-headed after letting all of that out, but it made him feel better so he didn’t think on it too much. Blaine just stood in the doorway and let the words settle before he asked softly, “So… it’s Sam’s then?”
Blaine’s question didn’t even dignify an answer in Sebastian’s mind, so he just glared even more before he turned to pour himself more ginger ale. “You’re going to turn into a giant ginger root if you keep drinking that. It won’t help. Maybe we should go out and get some food,” Blaine suggested.
“I order take-out.”
“You can’t hide in this house forever,” Blaine pointed out.
“Yes, I can.”
Sebastian seemed dead set on the fact that he could stay in the house and hide this from everyone, but then Blaine challenged him, “So, if you’re hiding here forever, then that means you’re having it for sure, right? Because you can’t possibly see a doctor about getting rid of it, or go out and arrange an adoption if you’re going to stay here. I mean, you’ll have to let a midwife in or something to get the baby out, but… I mean, at least you made up your mind.”
Blaine didn’t like being so harsh, but he knew it was the only way to impress upon Sebastian the weight of what he was doing and what he had yet to go through. Sebastian froze at his words, just as Blaine had anticipated, and then he spun around to say, “I leave when I have to.”
“That doesn’t answer anything, though,” Blaine pointed out. “Are you keeping it or not? Are you giving it up for adoption or not? You need to think about this, Sebastian, because if you don’t want to keep it, your window of time to have an abortion is nearly over. You have one week to decide so you can have the procedure the next if you’re not keeping it.”
“I’m not killing it!”
Again, Sebastian’s voice echoed throughout the kitchen, and this time Blaine stood in slight surprise at the confession. He’d been thinking for a bit that Sebastian might give up and just have an abortion, but he was proven wrong, and happily so. Blaine couldn’t help the smile crossing his features when Sebastian turned to look at him, and he said, “I’m proud of you.”
Sebastian scoffed and rolled his eyes, moving past Blaine to go out into the living room to relax. He knew Blaine would follow, so he moved as fast as he could to separate the two of them so it would take longer for Blaine to catch up. “That’s one big decision out of the way,” Blaine said as he wandered into the room slowly, his hands in his pockets. Sebastian just sipped on his ginger ale and ignored most of what Blaine was saying. “It doesn’t answer everything, but it gives you time.”
Their eyes met as Sebastian glanced up over the lip of his cup, and he hated the fact that telling someone that he wasn’t going to have an abortion actually felt like a weight off of his chest. “Have you told your parents yet?” Blaine asked as he sat down next to Sebastian. The glare he was fixed with answered the question for Blaine, and then he said, “It’s fine. I understand. Are you going to tell Sam?”
“Are you kidding me!?” Sebastian asked incredulously. “Blaine, the kid was stripping he was so desperate for money. There is no way in hell he’s going to be able to handle having to support a baby, not with how his finances are already.”
Blaine opened his mouth to argue, but Sebastian cut him off. “No. None of that optimistic he-might-love-me shit. He doesn’t love me, I only let him top because I was doing what you said - any means necessary - so fuck off.”
Sebastian slouched on the couch, buried under several blankets now like he was wont to do when he got stressed or upset, and Blaine didn’t say another word. He and Sebastian had talked late into the night in evenings past about anything and everything, and on one of those nights, Sebastian had revealed that he’d never bottomed. He wasn’t a romantic or hopeful or anything, but he hadn’t met anyone that made him feel good enough to do that for. Sebastian liked control so he could keep himself from getting hurt, and therefore he always topped.
Blaine wondered what was different about Sam, what made him so monumentally unique and apparently special that Sebastian would bottom. Blaine didn’t buy the “you told me to” excuse for a second, because he knew Sebastian didn’t mind fucking off when he was uncomfortable. He’d done it plenty of times before and it didn’t seem like that would change anytime soon. Blaine’s thoughts lingered on it for a while, and then he said, “Well, you don’t have to worry about that right now. You’re almost at three months, which is exciting, right? How long until you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t care.”
Sebastian was unmoving in his cocoon of blankets, and Blaine glanced over at him sadly. He’d gotten a lot out of Sebastian in that evening, so he didn’t feel like pushing his luck any further. “Okay,” Blaine nodded softly. “It’s fine. Do you want me to go to the doctor with you next time?”
“No.”
The short answers were very telling, and Blaine knew it was his cue to leave. He sighed and stood up, but turned back to face Sebastian before he left. “You can do this, Sebastian. I have faith in you, and… I’ll help you in any way I can. You’re my friend, and that means something to me. No matter what, I’ll be here,” Blaine told him softly.
Sebastian stared off into the distance, pretending to ignore Blaine’s words, when in reality he was seconds away from some sort of mental breakdown. He couldn’t handle the emotions and the situation and on top of it all, the damn friendship, because he’d never had to handle any of it before. Blaine left and the door slammed in the background, and Sebastian set his ginger ale to the side so he could tug the blankets up over his head and let out a few screams before his exhaustion got the better of him and dragged him to sleep.
Weeks passed by and Sebastian was at sixteen weeks by the time Dalton started calling daily asking where he was. By eighteen weeks, the calls had stopped completely and Sebastian was beginning to wonder what they’d decided to do instead. He had another appointment scheduled for Friday, and the doctor had made a big deal last time about the fact that Sebastian would find out if it was a boy or girl at this next ultrasound. He’d seemed unenthusiastic at the time, but now he was nervous. Knowing if it was a boy or a girl was a big deal - it made it all so much more real and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. Against his better judgment, Sebastian pulled out his phone and dialed Blaine’s phone number. “Hello?” Blaine asked curiously.
“You’re coming with me on Friday.”
“O-oh,” Blaine replied in surprise. “I… sure, what time?”
“Four. Pick me up when you’re done with school.”
Blaine agreed, and Kurt seemed to understand completely when Blaine postponed their coffee date. Kurt was far more agreeable about Blaine hanging out with Sebastian now that this whole mess had begun, but at the same time his concern was growing. He’d seen once how damaging not seeing the baby’s development could be to a father - Puck had seemed to upset throughout most of Quinn’s pregnancy that he hated knowing Sam was going through the same thing - but Kurt respected Sebastian’s privacy. He didn’t press him to tell, and he certainly didn’t tell Sam for him, but he hoped every day that Sam would find out and still get a chance to be involved, because he knew Sam would want to.
Blaine left school right away when the bell rang on Friday, and when he pulled up outside Sebastian’s house, he was surprised to see that Sebastian was already sitting outside on the steps, wringing his hands. “You okay?” Blaine asked as Sebastian climbed into the car.
“Just drive,” Sebastian replied flatly.
Blaine couldn’t figure out what was so worrisome about this appointment, but as soon as they got there and were called to the back, it all made a lot more sense. Sebastian was going to find out the sex of the baby. So, Blaine obediently sat next to the table (Dr. Hayes probably assumed he was the father by now, Blaine was sure) and he offered up his hand when Sebastian seemed to be grappling around for something to hold on to. Blaine could feel how Sebastian’s hand was clammy and sweaty, and the way it trembled with nerves and a bit of something else, perhaps emotion. It was a big day for Sebastian, and Blaine wanted to be as supportive as possible.
Dr. Hayes looked around, muttered how the baby looked healthy and like it was developing well, and he drew out the tension before revealing the gender. Blaine could feel Sebastian positively trembling by the time he found out, but when the words were uttered that it was a girl, Sebastian’s hand relaxed and he let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “Congratulations,” Dr. Hayes told Sebastian with a smile.
Sebastian’s expression was unreadable, and he slowly cleaned off his stomach. The doctor offered Sebastian a new ultrasound photo, and this time he actually held it and stared down at it. “You okay?” Blaine asked softly as the doctor left. He stood next to where Sebastian sat on the cot, and Blaine rubbed his back gently to try to calm him. “Congratulations, Sebastian. She’s a lucky girl.”
The shock of it all was still more than Sebastian could handle, and he was almost robotic as he stood and let Blaine lead him out of the building and towards the car. When they got in the car, Blaine asked, “You feeling okay? What do you want to do?”
Sebastian just shook his head, so Blaine took that as he should make the decision. He checked to be sure that Sebastian was wearing enough to cover the bump that was now prominent on his slender figure, and his sweatshirt was perfect. The wind was brisk and the weather wasn’t too warm, so he wouldn’t stand out, either. So, knowing that, Blaine drove them into the city and parked outside of a strip mall that was quite convenient for them. “Let’s get some frozen yogurt,” Blaine suggested, tugging gently at the ultrasound and putting it to the side to get Sebastian’s attention.
They climbed out and went inside, and Blaine treated Sebastian to some frozen yogurt, and the two sat outside under an umbrella eating. Blaine finished his almost right away, but Sebastian was nibbling lightly at the food. Once Sebastian had finally finished his, Blaine stood up and led Sebastian down the strip mall and into a baby store. “Blaine, what the fuck?” Sebastian whispered, and Blaine was just glad to have gotten him talking again.
“I want to buy you something,” Blaine replied, searching through the racks.
“I don’t even know if I’m keeping her!” Sebastian hissed.
Blaine shrugged and said, “Well then, make sure whoever adopts her brings it with, I guess.”
Blaine knew by the way Sebastian had been looking at those photos that giving her up for adoption seemed very unlikely. The more Sebastian learned about the baby, it seemed like the more he got attached to her, and that would only make saying goodbye even more difficult. Blaine spotted some little baby outfits on the wall, but Sebastian stopped him. “No. No way in hell you’re buying her something pink. Gender neutral or I’m not accepting it at all,” Sebastian told Blaine firmly.
Confused, Blaine turned and asked, “But…you know that it’s a girl, so…”
“I don’t care,” Sebastian replied. “Let her decide what she wants to do. All that gender stereotyping is bullshit and this place reeks of it. So pick something gender neutral or don’t get anything at all.”
Blaine fought the smile that was threatening to cross his lips, purely because he knew that if he actually smiled, Sebastian would flip out. The way he was already getting so protective of her was rather telling, and Blaine just nodded and walked towards a rack of baby outfits. They were little, though the label read ‘newborn’ so Blaine knew they were the right side, and he slowly reached out to pull an outfit from the shelf. It had a yellow onesie with pants to go with it, little brown, yellow, and green striped pants with feet at the bottoms of them. “What about this?” Blaine asked. “It’s gender neutral, right?”
Sebastian eyed it warily, and he took the outfit from Blaine to stare down at it. “It’s too small,” he said simply.
Blaine chuckled a bit at that, but Sebastian didn’t share his amusement. Instead, he glared down in annoyance at Blaine. “It’s the right size, Sebastian. See? It says newborn right here,” Blaine pointed to the tag where it said just that.
“Mine will be bigger.”
Blaine snorted in laughter before he could stop himself, and it took Sebastian a few seconds to realize why Blaine was laughing so hysterically, and when he did, he joined right in. Their raucous laughter drew the attention of several other customers, and Blaine knew they should probably leave. He walked towards the counter with the baby outfit and purchased it before leading Sebastian out of the store. Once he did, he handed Sebastian the bag and said, “Here. Your first baby gift. Congratulations again, Sebastian. Really.”
Sebastian glanced up at Blaine, still caught off guard by the happiness that seemed to surround this whole event, and he took the bag silently. He wasn’t good at saying thanks or being polite, so he just nodded, and Blaine knew what it meant. Sebastian felt so confused and emotional and just… overwhelmed by it all that he couldn’t say much else to the situation. Blaine brought him home after that, and Sebastian walked inside on his own so Blaine could go spend his Friday night with Kurt.
Being alone was really a horrible thing that evening, Sebastian decided. He wanted to share this with someone, because for once it all didn’t seem so horrible. Sure, Sebastian still despised his body and basically cursed his mother and whatever twin sister he almost had for making him into this… freak… but at the same time, he couldn’t be angry because he never felt as alone as he had before. On the contrary, Sebastian had actually found himself talking to the baby.
After his showers, Sebastian would stand in front of the mirror in his boxers, rubbing the baby bump and talking to it. At first he’d yelled at it and cursed it, but now he talked to her. He had her to go to when nobody else was there, and already it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Sebastian hadn’t felt this connected to a person since… well, it had been a while, and he liked it a lot.
So much that he already knew her name.
That evening after his shower, Sebastian stood in front of the mirror, rubbing his belly like he always did, except this time his voice was soft and tender, though his words may not have been. “You’re such a pain, you know that?” he asked, staring at his reflection. “I’m always aching - my head, my back, my fucking feet - I fucking hate it.” Sebastian let his hands rest atop his stomach as he sighed and said, “But… you’re mine, Maddie. You’re mine and you’re all I’ve got. Blaine’s going to leave with Kurt eventually, mum is never coming back from Paris, and father wishes I didn’t exist.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he said, “It’s just you and me, Madeline. It always will be.”
With that, Sebastian wandered into his room and climbed underneath his blankets, perfectly content to sleep forever, just to escape thinking about what would happen in the next few months. It was too terrifying to really think about, especially now that he was halfway through this pregnancy thing.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t escape it all forever, because he received a very expensive phone call from Paris at about twenty-two weeks. “Sebastian, darling?” his mother asked with concern once he answered. “What’s going on? Why have I gotten a call from your school that you’re missing?”
“I’m not going,” Sebastian replied simply.
“Does this have something to do with the extensive medical bills I’ve been receiving? Honey, if you’re sick, let me know. I’ll have our jet fly you out here so I can take care of you,” she offered.
Sebastian had heard that a million times, but the jet never fully managed to make it to Ohio when he needed it for some reason or another. “I’m pregnant, mom,” Sebastian said, deciding to just get it out in the open.
“So the doctor says,” she mused. “You’re not very good at keeping secrets, baby. You know Dr. Hayes tells me everything.”
“Because you’re fucking him,” Sebastian mumbled.
“Excuse me?” she asked, having not understood his mumbling.
With a heavy sigh, Sebastian replied, “Nothing, mum. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“Baby, Dr. Hayes also told me you haven’t aborted it. Sweetheart, you’re a junior in high school. You have your whole life ahead of you. Couldn’t fatherhood have waited?” Mrs. Smythe asked hesitantly.
“It’s not like I planned it,” Sebastian shot angrily. “Dammit, mum, don’t you realize!? It was an accident, just like I was!”
“Sweetheart, no, you’re not an accident.”
“Dad seems to think otherwise,” Sebastian replied rudely. His tone was tense and he was starting to feel a stomachache and a new wave of nausea come on. “Just… can we not talk about it?”
“Sebastian, we need to talk about this,” his mother countered. “So, you’re giving it up for adoption, then?”
“It is a she, and no, I’m not.”
The line was silent for a minute before his mother stammered out softly, “Wh-what?”
Sebastian took a deep breath and admitted out loud for the very first time, “I’m keeping her. Her name is Madeline Samantha Smythe and she’s mine. I’m not giving her up.”
It seemed as though Sebastian’s mother didn’t know what to say at first, but when she finally composed herself, she sounded a bit teary-eyed. “Okay, sweetheart. Okay. You can keep her. But you can’t quit school. You can graduate and go to college and have a baby. I know it. You’re strong, baby,” Mrs. Smythe told him.
“I don’t want kids at school to find out I’m… a freak,” Sebastian admitted.
“I understand,” his mother said softly. “Give me a few days to make arrangements and I’ll talk to you again and tell you how we’ll deal with this, okay? Can you do that for me, Sebastian?”
“Waiting is all I’ve done since this shit started, mum,” Sebastian replied in annoyance.
Mrs. Smythe chuckled a bit and told him, “Okay, sweetheart. I know. I’ll talk to you soon. I love you, Sebastian.”
“Love you too, mum.”
The phone call ended, and Sebastian buried his face in his pillows as he realized what he’d just said. He’d told his mother, and she didn’t seem to mind, and on top of it all… he’d admitted out loud for the first time that he was keeping the baby. The weight of everything was too much, and Sebastian wandered upstairs to take a shower to try to convince himself that he wasn’t crying.
Blaine came by mid-week to talk to Sebastian and see how he was doing, and when he did, he was surprised to see that Sebastian was so peaceful. It was unnerving and made Blaine wonder if something was seriously wrong, so when Sebastian was in the kitchen making smoothies for the two of them instead of pouring himself his usual glass of ginger ale, Blaine asked, “Sebastian… is everything okay with you?”
Sebastian kept himself busy adding strawberries and bananas into the blender as he nodded and said, “Sure. Why?”
“You’re… calm. You’re not angry,” Blaine commented slowly.
Sebastian started up the blender and let the sound of the ice and fruit and everything mixing together cover up any words either might want to say, and Sebastian didn’t reply until he had poured them each a smoothie. “I’m fine,” he shrugged simply. “I’m not going back to Dalton. Mum seems okay with it. I’m a fucking huge cow, but… I don’t care.”
Blaine looked impressed, but still not convinced that Sebastian was really okay, so he asked, “And?”
Sebastian shrugged simply and said, “I’m keeping her.”
The simple confession, and how easy it was for Sebastian to just admit it, made Blaine’s eyes widen in surprise. “You… really?”
“Yeah,” Sebastian nodded, wandering out onto the porch to sit in the sunlight. “You know I think 99% of the people on this planet are fucking stupid, and that I don’t trust anyone unless they really prove themselves to me, so why the fuck would I let someone near my daughter? Maddie is mine and nobody is going to fuck up her life,” Sebastian replied simply. “I don’t trust anyone else with her, and I’m not going to let anyone have her. She’s mine.”
Blaine looked up at Sebastian with admiration, and he said, “It makes sense. And… you know you can do it? Like, you’re confident in yourself?”
“Blaine, look who you’re talking to,” Sebastian said flatly. “I’m Sebastian Smythe. I can do almost anything, and I will. Including being a single father.”
Blaine bit his lip for a moment before he spoke up, “You don’t necessarily have to do it alone, you know.”
“Not interested in Blondie,” Sebastian replied flatly, but the way his eyes were averted made Blaine think otherwise.
It wasn’t worth pressing, though, so Blaine just changed the subject and asked, “So… Maddie? You named her already?”
“Yeah,” Sebastian shrugged. “It’s the first name that came to mind, and it’s short for Madeline, which is French, so it’s fitting, don’t you think?”
“And her middle name?” Blaine pressed.
Sebastian almost said it, but then he stopped himself. The middle name didn’t have much reasoning behind it besides it was a longer, female version of ‘Sam,’ and after the way he’d just said he wasn’t interested in Sam, Sebastian knew it would be completely idiotic to say it. “I haven’t decided on one yet,” Sebastian lied.
Blaine looked at Sebastian curiously because of the tone in his voice, but he didn’t push the issue. “I’m happy for you, Sebastian. You’re going to be a great father. Maddie is so lucky to have you,” Blaine told him.
“I know,” Sebastian teased.
Blaine was glad to see that Sebastian was getting some of his usual demeanor back instead of reverting to his sulking, moody counterpart. Having the old Sebastian back, as much as possible given the circumstances, made Blaine quite a bit more relaxed with the whole situation, and it gave him hope that maybe this would work out far better than he or Kurt expected.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Sebastian
Warnings: mpreg
Words: ~5,200 this chapter (~16,200 so far)
Summary: Kurt found out that even though Sam is in Lima with the rest of the Glee club, he's still running off to Kentucky some weekends to strip. Kurt and Blaine devise a plan with Sebastian's help to give Sam the money he needs and to keep him from going back to stripping. From there, it all spirals way out of control.
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It was safe to say that Sebastian wasn’t going to be leaving his house anytime soon. He opened his laptop and googled as much as he could about this whole male pregnancy thing, but there was almost no research whatsoever posted online. Sebastian nearly smashed his laptop against the wall in frustration, but withheld. He spent a lot of time boxing downstairs, but he got weak quickly and already cursed this baby for wearing him so thin. By the end of the month, he was starting to notice a bump, and Sebastian had never felt so awful in his life.
He was still getting headaches, he was still getting sick, and now on top of it all there was physical evidence. Then to make matters worse, on top of all of that, now Dalton was calling him because he’d been missing classes and Sebastian knew it wasn’t long until his parents called him, too. What’s worse is not only would he have to have an explanation as to how this was even possible, but he’d probably be expected to tell them what he was going to do about it, too. And that was just something Sebastian wasn’t ready to think about it.
By the time Blaine had the courage to show up on Sebastian’s door step, Sebastian had ignored seven calls and twenty-six text messages. When he opened the door without thinking and spotted Blaine, Sebastian fixed him with a glare instantly, and tried to slam the door in his face. Blaine held his hand out and stopped him, though, and Sebastian was frozen in surprise. He hadn’t been expecting Blaine to stand up to him like that. “Go away,” Sebastian breathed venomously.
Blaine just shook his head and ducked under Sebastian’s arm as he let himself in. “Not fucking funny!” Sebastian called out after Blaine as he wandered into the house as he pleased.
Sebastian glared and stormed into the living room where Blaine was already making himself comfortable, and he would have leaned over to try to drag Blaine off the couch if he hadn’t gotten a sudden wave of sickness right in that moment. Sebastian rushed away to be sick, and when he came back, Blaine was waiting expectantly. The look on his face was one of sympathy and caring, but it still managed to piss Sebastian off. “Get the fuck out of my house,” Sebastian said firmly.
Blaine just looked up at Sebastian and asked, “What are you going to do with your baby?”
Sebastian did a double take at that, because nobody had called it his baby - not since the doctor when he found out about it. It was frustrating, to say the least, but something about the words ‘your baby’ rang in Sebastian’s ears and he had to sit down. For the first time since this whole thing began, the full weight of the situation was really hitting him. His baby. There was a little life inside of Sebastian, and he was all this little one had, at least in his mind, and a million thoughts whipped through his head until he couldn’t think or see or focus, and Blaine watched in horror as Sebastian passed out right there.
Blaine rushed over to catch Sebastian and tug him up onto the sofa to lie down. He fanned Sebastian’s face and slowly he watched Sebastian’s eyes flutter open. “So it finally sunk in, huh?” Blaine asked in amusement.
Sebastian slapped Blaine quickly at that comment, but he couldn’t really say a word because the truth hit him hard. “What are you going to do?” Blaine asked quietly.
He sat back into the corner of the sofa and Sebastian rested backwards with his head upon Blaine’s stomach. Absentmindedly, Blaine’s fingers ran through Sebastian’s hair, and he let him just think for a minute. “I don’t know,” Sebastian finally admitted. “I can’t be a father. I can’t be responsible for another life. You see how reckless I am with mine.”
“So maybe it’s time to grow up a little,” Blaine suggested quietly.
Sebastian scoffed, but then the thought of it didn’t seem as horrifying as it once had. “It wouldn’t be that bad, you know,” Blaine added, leaving lots of silence for Sebastian so he could think. “For what it’s worth, I think you’d be a really great father.”
“No I wouldn’t,” Sebastian shot instantly. “I’m a fuck up that prefers getting drunk on weekends to doing anything even remotely considered family friendly.”
“And why is that?” Blaine pressed.
“Because it’s all my father did,” Sebastian replied automatically.
Once the words were out in the open, neither spoke; Blaine because he knew he’d just made his point, and Sebastian because he realized just what Blaine had been getting at. He hated the way his father would choose weekend parties and work friends over his family. Sebastian had always been miserable, having nobody but his mother to look up to, and she lived all the way out in Paris. His father was living the good life in Los Angeles, pretending he was a bachelor in his prime, no wife or child scattered across the globe. It was the worst feeling in the world, and Sebastian, no matter how cruel, would never put another through something like that. “So… I should get rid of it then,” Sebastian grappled lamely for words.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” Blaine pointed out. Sebastian didn’t say a word, so Blaine continued, “I meant that if you do this, you go through with it and raise this child, it’s like, the biggest screw you to your father ever. You can do something as amazing as parenting without a single bit of help from him, without even learning any of it from him, and I’ll bet you can do it millions of times better than he could ever hope to.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“It’s true,” Blaine said matter-of-factly. “You know I’m always honest with you, and if I thought this baby would be better off with someone else, I’d tell you. But… I think you’d be good for each other. You need someone in your life besides yourself and me, and I know I can’t be there for you in the way that you want, which makes it even harder. Sebastian, you deserve to be loved. Even if it’s just your baby that loves you, isn’t that better than nobody at all?”
“My mother loves me.”
Blaine nodded and said softly, “I… I didn’t mean to offend. I know she does. But… you need someone here. A physical presence in your life that can hug you and kiss you and remind you every day how important you are to them. That’s what you need, and I think this baby could give you that.”
Sebastian snorted and sat up before turning to glare at Blaine, “I don’t need shit except to be alone, Anderson.”
He stalked towards the kitchen to pour himself more ginger ale, and Blaine called out after him, “Don’t shut me out! I’m all you have right now and shutting me out isn’t going to help!”
“I’ll shut you out all I want to!” Sebastian shouted right back, turning on his heel from where he stood at the refrigerator to fix a hard glare on Blaine. “This is all your fault to begin with! If you hadn’t convinced me to go fuck Blondie to get him to stop stripping, I wouldn’t be knocked up and none of this shit would be happening!”
Sebastian’s voice echoed throughout the huge kitchen and he felt a bit light-headed after letting all of that out, but it made him feel better so he didn’t think on it too much. Blaine just stood in the doorway and let the words settle before he asked softly, “So… it’s Sam’s then?”
Blaine’s question didn’t even dignify an answer in Sebastian’s mind, so he just glared even more before he turned to pour himself more ginger ale. “You’re going to turn into a giant ginger root if you keep drinking that. It won’t help. Maybe we should go out and get some food,” Blaine suggested.
“I order take-out.”
“You can’t hide in this house forever,” Blaine pointed out.
“Yes, I can.”
Sebastian seemed dead set on the fact that he could stay in the house and hide this from everyone, but then Blaine challenged him, “So, if you’re hiding here forever, then that means you’re having it for sure, right? Because you can’t possibly see a doctor about getting rid of it, or go out and arrange an adoption if you’re going to stay here. I mean, you’ll have to let a midwife in or something to get the baby out, but… I mean, at least you made up your mind.”
Blaine didn’t like being so harsh, but he knew it was the only way to impress upon Sebastian the weight of what he was doing and what he had yet to go through. Sebastian froze at his words, just as Blaine had anticipated, and then he spun around to say, “I leave when I have to.”
“That doesn’t answer anything, though,” Blaine pointed out. “Are you keeping it or not? Are you giving it up for adoption or not? You need to think about this, Sebastian, because if you don’t want to keep it, your window of time to have an abortion is nearly over. You have one week to decide so you can have the procedure the next if you’re not keeping it.”
“I’m not killing it!”
Again, Sebastian’s voice echoed throughout the kitchen, and this time Blaine stood in slight surprise at the confession. He’d been thinking for a bit that Sebastian might give up and just have an abortion, but he was proven wrong, and happily so. Blaine couldn’t help the smile crossing his features when Sebastian turned to look at him, and he said, “I’m proud of you.”
Sebastian scoffed and rolled his eyes, moving past Blaine to go out into the living room to relax. He knew Blaine would follow, so he moved as fast as he could to separate the two of them so it would take longer for Blaine to catch up. “That’s one big decision out of the way,” Blaine said as he wandered into the room slowly, his hands in his pockets. Sebastian just sipped on his ginger ale and ignored most of what Blaine was saying. “It doesn’t answer everything, but it gives you time.”
Their eyes met as Sebastian glanced up over the lip of his cup, and he hated the fact that telling someone that he wasn’t going to have an abortion actually felt like a weight off of his chest. “Have you told your parents yet?” Blaine asked as he sat down next to Sebastian. The glare he was fixed with answered the question for Blaine, and then he said, “It’s fine. I understand. Are you going to tell Sam?”
“Are you kidding me!?” Sebastian asked incredulously. “Blaine, the kid was stripping he was so desperate for money. There is no way in hell he’s going to be able to handle having to support a baby, not with how his finances are already.”
Blaine opened his mouth to argue, but Sebastian cut him off. “No. None of that optimistic he-might-love-me shit. He doesn’t love me, I only let him top because I was doing what you said - any means necessary - so fuck off.”
Sebastian slouched on the couch, buried under several blankets now like he was wont to do when he got stressed or upset, and Blaine didn’t say another word. He and Sebastian had talked late into the night in evenings past about anything and everything, and on one of those nights, Sebastian had revealed that he’d never bottomed. He wasn’t a romantic or hopeful or anything, but he hadn’t met anyone that made him feel good enough to do that for. Sebastian liked control so he could keep himself from getting hurt, and therefore he always topped.
Blaine wondered what was different about Sam, what made him so monumentally unique and apparently special that Sebastian would bottom. Blaine didn’t buy the “you told me to” excuse for a second, because he knew Sebastian didn’t mind fucking off when he was uncomfortable. He’d done it plenty of times before and it didn’t seem like that would change anytime soon. Blaine’s thoughts lingered on it for a while, and then he said, “Well, you don’t have to worry about that right now. You’re almost at three months, which is exciting, right? How long until you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t care.”
Sebastian was unmoving in his cocoon of blankets, and Blaine glanced over at him sadly. He’d gotten a lot out of Sebastian in that evening, so he didn’t feel like pushing his luck any further. “Okay,” Blaine nodded softly. “It’s fine. Do you want me to go to the doctor with you next time?”
“No.”
The short answers were very telling, and Blaine knew it was his cue to leave. He sighed and stood up, but turned back to face Sebastian before he left. “You can do this, Sebastian. I have faith in you, and… I’ll help you in any way I can. You’re my friend, and that means something to me. No matter what, I’ll be here,” Blaine told him softly.
Sebastian stared off into the distance, pretending to ignore Blaine’s words, when in reality he was seconds away from some sort of mental breakdown. He couldn’t handle the emotions and the situation and on top of it all, the damn friendship, because he’d never had to handle any of it before. Blaine left and the door slammed in the background, and Sebastian set his ginger ale to the side so he could tug the blankets up over his head and let out a few screams before his exhaustion got the better of him and dragged him to sleep.
Weeks passed by and Sebastian was at sixteen weeks by the time Dalton started calling daily asking where he was. By eighteen weeks, the calls had stopped completely and Sebastian was beginning to wonder what they’d decided to do instead. He had another appointment scheduled for Friday, and the doctor had made a big deal last time about the fact that Sebastian would find out if it was a boy or girl at this next ultrasound. He’d seemed unenthusiastic at the time, but now he was nervous. Knowing if it was a boy or a girl was a big deal - it made it all so much more real and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. Against his better judgment, Sebastian pulled out his phone and dialed Blaine’s phone number. “Hello?” Blaine asked curiously.
“You’re coming with me on Friday.”
“O-oh,” Blaine replied in surprise. “I… sure, what time?”
“Four. Pick me up when you’re done with school.”
Blaine agreed, and Kurt seemed to understand completely when Blaine postponed their coffee date. Kurt was far more agreeable about Blaine hanging out with Sebastian now that this whole mess had begun, but at the same time his concern was growing. He’d seen once how damaging not seeing the baby’s development could be to a father - Puck had seemed to upset throughout most of Quinn’s pregnancy that he hated knowing Sam was going through the same thing - but Kurt respected Sebastian’s privacy. He didn’t press him to tell, and he certainly didn’t tell Sam for him, but he hoped every day that Sam would find out and still get a chance to be involved, because he knew Sam would want to.
Blaine left school right away when the bell rang on Friday, and when he pulled up outside Sebastian’s house, he was surprised to see that Sebastian was already sitting outside on the steps, wringing his hands. “You okay?” Blaine asked as Sebastian climbed into the car.
“Just drive,” Sebastian replied flatly.
Blaine couldn’t figure out what was so worrisome about this appointment, but as soon as they got there and were called to the back, it all made a lot more sense. Sebastian was going to find out the sex of the baby. So, Blaine obediently sat next to the table (Dr. Hayes probably assumed he was the father by now, Blaine was sure) and he offered up his hand when Sebastian seemed to be grappling around for something to hold on to. Blaine could feel how Sebastian’s hand was clammy and sweaty, and the way it trembled with nerves and a bit of something else, perhaps emotion. It was a big day for Sebastian, and Blaine wanted to be as supportive as possible.
Dr. Hayes looked around, muttered how the baby looked healthy and like it was developing well, and he drew out the tension before revealing the gender. Blaine could feel Sebastian positively trembling by the time he found out, but when the words were uttered that it was a girl, Sebastian’s hand relaxed and he let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “Congratulations,” Dr. Hayes told Sebastian with a smile.
Sebastian’s expression was unreadable, and he slowly cleaned off his stomach. The doctor offered Sebastian a new ultrasound photo, and this time he actually held it and stared down at it. “You okay?” Blaine asked softly as the doctor left. He stood next to where Sebastian sat on the cot, and Blaine rubbed his back gently to try to calm him. “Congratulations, Sebastian. She’s a lucky girl.”
The shock of it all was still more than Sebastian could handle, and he was almost robotic as he stood and let Blaine lead him out of the building and towards the car. When they got in the car, Blaine asked, “You feeling okay? What do you want to do?”
Sebastian just shook his head, so Blaine took that as he should make the decision. He checked to be sure that Sebastian was wearing enough to cover the bump that was now prominent on his slender figure, and his sweatshirt was perfect. The wind was brisk and the weather wasn’t too warm, so he wouldn’t stand out, either. So, knowing that, Blaine drove them into the city and parked outside of a strip mall that was quite convenient for them. “Let’s get some frozen yogurt,” Blaine suggested, tugging gently at the ultrasound and putting it to the side to get Sebastian’s attention.
They climbed out and went inside, and Blaine treated Sebastian to some frozen yogurt, and the two sat outside under an umbrella eating. Blaine finished his almost right away, but Sebastian was nibbling lightly at the food. Once Sebastian had finally finished his, Blaine stood up and led Sebastian down the strip mall and into a baby store. “Blaine, what the fuck?” Sebastian whispered, and Blaine was just glad to have gotten him talking again.
“I want to buy you something,” Blaine replied, searching through the racks.
“I don’t even know if I’m keeping her!” Sebastian hissed.
Blaine shrugged and said, “Well then, make sure whoever adopts her brings it with, I guess.”
Blaine knew by the way Sebastian had been looking at those photos that giving her up for adoption seemed very unlikely. The more Sebastian learned about the baby, it seemed like the more he got attached to her, and that would only make saying goodbye even more difficult. Blaine spotted some little baby outfits on the wall, but Sebastian stopped him. “No. No way in hell you’re buying her something pink. Gender neutral or I’m not accepting it at all,” Sebastian told Blaine firmly.
Confused, Blaine turned and asked, “But…you know that it’s a girl, so…”
“I don’t care,” Sebastian replied. “Let her decide what she wants to do. All that gender stereotyping is bullshit and this place reeks of it. So pick something gender neutral or don’t get anything at all.”
Blaine fought the smile that was threatening to cross his lips, purely because he knew that if he actually smiled, Sebastian would flip out. The way he was already getting so protective of her was rather telling, and Blaine just nodded and walked towards a rack of baby outfits. They were little, though the label read ‘newborn’ so Blaine knew they were the right side, and he slowly reached out to pull an outfit from the shelf. It had a yellow onesie with pants to go with it, little brown, yellow, and green striped pants with feet at the bottoms of them. “What about this?” Blaine asked. “It’s gender neutral, right?”
Sebastian eyed it warily, and he took the outfit from Blaine to stare down at it. “It’s too small,” he said simply.
Blaine chuckled a bit at that, but Sebastian didn’t share his amusement. Instead, he glared down in annoyance at Blaine. “It’s the right size, Sebastian. See? It says newborn right here,” Blaine pointed to the tag where it said just that.
“Mine will be bigger.”
Blaine snorted in laughter before he could stop himself, and it took Sebastian a few seconds to realize why Blaine was laughing so hysterically, and when he did, he joined right in. Their raucous laughter drew the attention of several other customers, and Blaine knew they should probably leave. He walked towards the counter with the baby outfit and purchased it before leading Sebastian out of the store. Once he did, he handed Sebastian the bag and said, “Here. Your first baby gift. Congratulations again, Sebastian. Really.”
Sebastian glanced up at Blaine, still caught off guard by the happiness that seemed to surround this whole event, and he took the bag silently. He wasn’t good at saying thanks or being polite, so he just nodded, and Blaine knew what it meant. Sebastian felt so confused and emotional and just… overwhelmed by it all that he couldn’t say much else to the situation. Blaine brought him home after that, and Sebastian walked inside on his own so Blaine could go spend his Friday night with Kurt.
Being alone was really a horrible thing that evening, Sebastian decided. He wanted to share this with someone, because for once it all didn’t seem so horrible. Sure, Sebastian still despised his body and basically cursed his mother and whatever twin sister he almost had for making him into this… freak… but at the same time, he couldn’t be angry because he never felt as alone as he had before. On the contrary, Sebastian had actually found himself talking to the baby.
After his showers, Sebastian would stand in front of the mirror in his boxers, rubbing the baby bump and talking to it. At first he’d yelled at it and cursed it, but now he talked to her. He had her to go to when nobody else was there, and already it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Sebastian hadn’t felt this connected to a person since… well, it had been a while, and he liked it a lot.
So much that he already knew her name.
That evening after his shower, Sebastian stood in front of the mirror, rubbing his belly like he always did, except this time his voice was soft and tender, though his words may not have been. “You’re such a pain, you know that?” he asked, staring at his reflection. “I’m always aching - my head, my back, my fucking feet - I fucking hate it.” Sebastian let his hands rest atop his stomach as he sighed and said, “But… you’re mine, Maddie. You’re mine and you’re all I’ve got. Blaine’s going to leave with Kurt eventually, mum is never coming back from Paris, and father wishes I didn’t exist.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he said, “It’s just you and me, Madeline. It always will be.”
With that, Sebastian wandered into his room and climbed underneath his blankets, perfectly content to sleep forever, just to escape thinking about what would happen in the next few months. It was too terrifying to really think about, especially now that he was halfway through this pregnancy thing.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t escape it all forever, because he received a very expensive phone call from Paris at about twenty-two weeks. “Sebastian, darling?” his mother asked with concern once he answered. “What’s going on? Why have I gotten a call from your school that you’re missing?”
“I’m not going,” Sebastian replied simply.
“Does this have something to do with the extensive medical bills I’ve been receiving? Honey, if you’re sick, let me know. I’ll have our jet fly you out here so I can take care of you,” she offered.
Sebastian had heard that a million times, but the jet never fully managed to make it to Ohio when he needed it for some reason or another. “I’m pregnant, mom,” Sebastian said, deciding to just get it out in the open.
“So the doctor says,” she mused. “You’re not very good at keeping secrets, baby. You know Dr. Hayes tells me everything.”
“Because you’re fucking him,” Sebastian mumbled.
“Excuse me?” she asked, having not understood his mumbling.
With a heavy sigh, Sebastian replied, “Nothing, mum. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“Baby, Dr. Hayes also told me you haven’t aborted it. Sweetheart, you’re a junior in high school. You have your whole life ahead of you. Couldn’t fatherhood have waited?” Mrs. Smythe asked hesitantly.
“It’s not like I planned it,” Sebastian shot angrily. “Dammit, mum, don’t you realize!? It was an accident, just like I was!”
“Sweetheart, no, you’re not an accident.”
“Dad seems to think otherwise,” Sebastian replied rudely. His tone was tense and he was starting to feel a stomachache and a new wave of nausea come on. “Just… can we not talk about it?”
“Sebastian, we need to talk about this,” his mother countered. “So, you’re giving it up for adoption, then?”
“It is a she, and no, I’m not.”
The line was silent for a minute before his mother stammered out softly, “Wh-what?”
Sebastian took a deep breath and admitted out loud for the very first time, “I’m keeping her. Her name is Madeline Samantha Smythe and she’s mine. I’m not giving her up.”
It seemed as though Sebastian’s mother didn’t know what to say at first, but when she finally composed herself, she sounded a bit teary-eyed. “Okay, sweetheart. Okay. You can keep her. But you can’t quit school. You can graduate and go to college and have a baby. I know it. You’re strong, baby,” Mrs. Smythe told him.
“I don’t want kids at school to find out I’m… a freak,” Sebastian admitted.
“I understand,” his mother said softly. “Give me a few days to make arrangements and I’ll talk to you again and tell you how we’ll deal with this, okay? Can you do that for me, Sebastian?”
“Waiting is all I’ve done since this shit started, mum,” Sebastian replied in annoyance.
Mrs. Smythe chuckled a bit and told him, “Okay, sweetheart. I know. I’ll talk to you soon. I love you, Sebastian.”
“Love you too, mum.”
The phone call ended, and Sebastian buried his face in his pillows as he realized what he’d just said. He’d told his mother, and she didn’t seem to mind, and on top of it all… he’d admitted out loud for the first time that he was keeping the baby. The weight of everything was too much, and Sebastian wandered upstairs to take a shower to try to convince himself that he wasn’t crying.
Blaine came by mid-week to talk to Sebastian and see how he was doing, and when he did, he was surprised to see that Sebastian was so peaceful. It was unnerving and made Blaine wonder if something was seriously wrong, so when Sebastian was in the kitchen making smoothies for the two of them instead of pouring himself his usual glass of ginger ale, Blaine asked, “Sebastian… is everything okay with you?”
Sebastian kept himself busy adding strawberries and bananas into the blender as he nodded and said, “Sure. Why?”
“You’re… calm. You’re not angry,” Blaine commented slowly.
Sebastian started up the blender and let the sound of the ice and fruit and everything mixing together cover up any words either might want to say, and Sebastian didn’t reply until he had poured them each a smoothie. “I’m fine,” he shrugged simply. “I’m not going back to Dalton. Mum seems okay with it. I’m a fucking huge cow, but… I don’t care.”
Blaine looked impressed, but still not convinced that Sebastian was really okay, so he asked, “And?”
Sebastian shrugged simply and said, “I’m keeping her.”
The simple confession, and how easy it was for Sebastian to just admit it, made Blaine’s eyes widen in surprise. “You… really?”
“Yeah,” Sebastian nodded, wandering out onto the porch to sit in the sunlight. “You know I think 99% of the people on this planet are fucking stupid, and that I don’t trust anyone unless they really prove themselves to me, so why the fuck would I let someone near my daughter? Maddie is mine and nobody is going to fuck up her life,” Sebastian replied simply. “I don’t trust anyone else with her, and I’m not going to let anyone have her. She’s mine.”
Blaine looked up at Sebastian with admiration, and he said, “It makes sense. And… you know you can do it? Like, you’re confident in yourself?”
“Blaine, look who you’re talking to,” Sebastian said flatly. “I’m Sebastian Smythe. I can do almost anything, and I will. Including being a single father.”
Blaine bit his lip for a moment before he spoke up, “You don’t necessarily have to do it alone, you know.”
“Not interested in Blondie,” Sebastian replied flatly, but the way his eyes were averted made Blaine think otherwise.
It wasn’t worth pressing, though, so Blaine just changed the subject and asked, “So… Maddie? You named her already?”
“Yeah,” Sebastian shrugged. “It’s the first name that came to mind, and it’s short for Madeline, which is French, so it’s fitting, don’t you think?”
“And her middle name?” Blaine pressed.
Sebastian almost said it, but then he stopped himself. The middle name didn’t have much reasoning behind it besides it was a longer, female version of ‘Sam,’ and after the way he’d just said he wasn’t interested in Sam, Sebastian knew it would be completely idiotic to say it. “I haven’t decided on one yet,” Sebastian lied.
Blaine looked at Sebastian curiously because of the tone in his voice, but he didn’t push the issue. “I’m happy for you, Sebastian. You’re going to be a great father. Maddie is so lucky to have you,” Blaine told him.
“I know,” Sebastian teased.
Blaine was glad to see that Sebastian was getting some of his usual demeanor back instead of reverting to his sulking, moody counterpart. Having the old Sebastian back, as much as possible given the circumstances, made Blaine quite a bit more relaxed with the whole situation, and it gave him hope that maybe this would work out far better than he or Kurt expected.