summary: After going through a rough breakup with Kurt, Blaine just wants to convince everyone that he’s fine. Which turns into him convincing Sebastian to be his fake boyfriend. The problem is, the longer they date, it occurs to both of them that their feelings for one another aren’t fake at all. Part two of four. (Part one)
They go on three awkward dates that, in the end, don’t turn out to be awkward at all. 
The first time is thanks to his mother, who won’t leave Sebastian alone the minute he shows up to the house. He isn’t sure whether it’s because she’s actually suspicious about something or because she wants to give him an award for getting her son out of bed.
Whatever the reason, Sebastian is a complete gentleman the entire time. He reaches out and holds Blaine’s hand as she asks him questions about where they’re going and how late they’ll be back. 
He tries to be patient with each question because he knows; deep down, this is just something his mom does. He appreciates the sentiment, appreciates her. And ironically before he can open his mouth to tell her a few times that they’ve got to get going or they’ll miss the movie, he’s distracted by Sebastian’s thumb running back and forth across the outside of his hand. 
Something he doesn’t need to do, it’s not like his mom can see the small, thoughtful gesture. But he does it anyways and it’s alarmingly calming in a way it probably shouldn’t be. 
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summary: After going through a rough breakup with Kurt, Blaine just wants to convince everyone that he’s fine. Which turns into him convincing Sebastian to be his fake boyfriend. The problem is, the longer they date, it occurs to both of them that their feelings for one another aren’t fake at all.

Part two of four. (Part one)

They go on three awkward dates that, in the end, don’t turn out to be awkward at all.

The first time is thanks to his mother, who won’t leave Sebastian alone the minute he shows up to the house. He isn’t sure whether it’s because she’s actually suspicious about something or because she wants to give him an award for getting her son out of bed.

Whatever the reason, Sebastian is a complete gentleman the entire time. He reaches out and holds Blaine’s hand as she asks him questions about where they’re going and how late they’ll be back.

He tries to be patient with each question because he knows; deep down, this is just something his mom does. He appreciates the sentiment, appreciates her. And ironically before he can open his mouth to tell her a few times that they’ve got to get going or they’ll miss the movie, he’s distracted by Sebastian’s thumb running back and forth across the outside of his hand.

Something he doesn’t need to do, it’s not like his mom can see the small, thoughtful gesture. But he does it anyways and it’s alarmingly calming in a way it probably shouldn’t be.

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summary: After going through a rough breakup with Kurt, Blaine just wants to convince everyone that he’s fine. Which turns into him convincing Sebastian to be his fake boyfriend. The problem is, the longer they date, it occurs to both of them that their feelings for one another aren’t fake at all. Note 1: slightly AU, Blaine never cheated in this scenario, but Kurt did. Note 2: Thank you so much to Suzey for reading through this thing as I went with encouragements and assuring me it made sense. I love you.Part one of four.
This story always starts out the same way and because it’s predictable, it usually ends the same way too. 
Girl sees boy, girl falls in love with boy. Boy notices girl, boy lures girl into false sense of trust and they date. The girl’s walls come down. The girl is happy, happier than she’s ever been. Boy takes their trust and shatters it into a million pieces, they fight, they break up. There’s a really cheesy love song about sadness and disappointment in the midst of their separation, lots of shots of the city skyline to highlight their distance between one another, and boy realizes he’s done something really fucking stupid. 
There’s a long speech where both of them apologize…even though the girl really has nothing to apologize for. She gives him back her trust only for him to break it again.
And they live happily ever after. 
Or something like that. Blaine might be paraphrasing. 
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summary: After going through a rough breakup with Kurt, Blaine just wants to convince everyone that he’s fine. Which turns into him convincing Sebastian to be his fake boyfriend. The problem is, the longer they date, it occurs to both of them that their feelings for one another aren’t fake at all.
Note 1: slightly AU, Blaine never cheated in this scenario, but Kurt did.
Note 2: Thank you so much to Suzey for reading through this thing as I went with encouragements and assuring me it made sense. I love you.


Part one of four.

This story always starts out the same way and because it’s predictable, it usually ends the same way too.

Girl sees boy, girl falls in love with boy. Boy notices girl, boy lures girl into false sense of trust and they date. The girl’s walls come down. The girl is happy, happier than she’s ever been. Boy takes their trust and shatters it into a million pieces, they fight, they break up. There’s a really cheesy love song about sadness and disappointment in the midst of their separation, lots of shots of the city skyline to highlight their distance between one another, and boy realizes he’s done something really fucking stupid.

There’s a long speech where both of them apologize…even though the girl really has nothing to apologize for. She gives him back her trust only for him to break it again.

And they live happily ever after.

Or something like that. Blaine might be paraphrasing.

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The Guy in 6B

blainesebastian:

Prompt (from andercriss’ list): live from across each other’s hallways au
Notes: some themes are taken from the movie ‘What’s Your Number’ but you don’t need to know of or see the movie to read this aauaua
To Suzey, my Oscar, my best friend. I love you like Blaine loves cronuts and Sebastian. Happy birthday

A fluttering warmth travels from his chest into his belly, a smile tugging at the ends of his mouth because Blaine’s not sure if he would have been able to get through this without him.What’s great about his growing relationship with Sebastian is that he doesn’t have to hide his nuances and pretend he’s someone that he’s not. He can simply just…be himself.

As long as Blaine can remember, he’s always wanted to live in a big city.

When he was little he had pictures of New York on the walls of his room, one plastered over the other—taller than life buildings that seemed to breathe and move with the city. A vitality of lights and sound, of big hopes and even bigger dreams. Anything seemed better than where he had grown up and while Lima, Ohio had its quaint small town quirks, Blaine’s always felt like he just…doesn’t quite belong.

And while he plans his life out around getting into NYADA for photography, measures out where and when and who he’s going to be thirty years, he doesn’t count on one thing: not getting into the school of his dreams.

So they deflate like a popped balloon as he convinces himself that his second choice, the Art Institute of Pittsburgh, is just fine.

Except it’s not fine at all because Pittsburgh is not New York. 

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You teach me & I’ll teach you verse

blainesebastian:

follows after 1 & 2 & 3 or it makes a lot more sense to read it on AO3, all together in one place.

They’ve had a date and missed phone calls, they’ve shared dinner and lunch and kisses. Skin on skin even though they’ve never really talked about it like it’s happened or what it means. They’re in this weird limbo and shade of gray, not one thing or another.
But Blaine somehow likes it like that. It’s complicated and exciting and doesn’t mean that they’re something or nothing.
They just
are.

December hits his classroom hard.

Coats clog up the coat racks, boots with slush and salt stain his carpet and constantly give the green material a wet marsh look. He’s running a bit low on money to replenish glue and construction paper, things that are needed for the kids to complete the month themed projects. And his students seem sick more often than not; even when he sanitizes everything at the beginning and end of the day.

The colder months are never kind to him, but the kids light up at the snow and at the prospect of their respective holidays greeting them with family and toys and a span of time dedicated to just being an innocent kid. He envies them for that.

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hey neighbor ; seblaine

blainesebastian:

andercriss prompted: blaine moves in next door and sebastian (his neighbor) helps him move in and while carrying one of blaine’s boxes he drops it accidentally and out spills a pile of sex toys and i wanna see how blaine reacts all red and embarrassed
notes: just to be clear, while kurt and blaine may have dated blaine has never met sebastian before prior to this
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Blaine has always wanted to live in Boston. He used to have grandparents who had a small house on the North End, just big enough for his tiny grandmother and grandfather who had a large selection of pattered bowties. He used to visit in the summer, before his grandma got sick—she’d take him along the Boston Harbor to watch seagulls (and sometimes feed them) or get him a pastry as big as his arm at Mike’s Pastry shop. He’d used to wander in Quincy Square with his grandpa, when the day was waning into night and the air smelled like rain.

Every summer, like clockwork, he’d let the city even more into his heart.

Bean town, Fenway Park, a Dunkin Doughnuts on nearly every corner that carried his favorite hazelnut coffee. The skyline and the beautiful Zakim Bridge, the steel cables reminding him of the chords of a guitar, strumming gently while being plucked, ricocheting against the tubes of his heart.

He breathes this city. He knew from a very small age that he had wanted to live here.

And he’s finally getting the chance.

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blainesebastian:

summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe. notes: Thanks to everyone who clicked on this and gave it a chance, hope you enjoyed it all and this final part :3 hopefully I’ll be able to write longer seblaine fics in the future! *attack cuddles*  Part three of three. (Part one and two)
Blaine takes slow steps as he finds his way to Kurt’s dorm room, rubbing at his wrist in habit until his skin is red raw as he stands in front of his door. He has no idea what he can even say to him to make this okay but he knows he has to do it this time, there’s no going back.
He knows how this conversation is going to go, knows that Kurt is either going to scream until he’s red in the face or break down and cry. He knows it doesn’t make sense, why do this if they’re going to end up together anyways? Wasn’t this soulmate thing supposed to be simple? But Blaine can’t find it in himself to do it anymore, it’s like he craves feeling complicated, because he feels more whole like that then he does any other way. He doesn’t want to lie to Kurt anymore, or himself.
He knows Kurt is going to tell him that he’s being ridiculous, that he’s caught up in a whirlwind of Sebastian’s charm or self-doubt. That with this red string of fate it’s black and white, that there isn’t time for new uncertainties. That being with him should assure him.
But that’s where Kurt’s wrong. There’s time for a hundred indecisions, for a million visions and revisions.  
Sebastian makes him feel like he has that time. Like he can make mistakes and cause coincidences and accidents and have it somehow lace together and still mean something. It’s just taken him a little longer to realize.
It’s Sebastian that tears down his walls and shakes him awake, it’s Sebastian that shows him his insecurities and things that he can’t have enough of. He makes him realize things about himself that he hadn’t recognized or given a name.
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blainesebastian:

summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe.
notes: Thanks to everyone who clicked on this and gave it a chance, hope you enjoyed it all and this final part :3 hopefully I’ll be able to write longer seblaine fics in the future! *attack cuddles* 

Part three of three. (Part one and two)

Blaine takes slow steps as he finds his way to Kurt’s dorm room, rubbing at his wrist in habit until his skin is red raw as he stands in front of his door. He has no idea what he can even say to him to make this okay but he knows he has to do it this time, there’s no going back.

He knows how this conversation is going to go, knows that Kurt is either going to scream until he’s red in the face or break down and cry. He knows it doesn’t make sense, why do this if they’re going to end up together anyways? Wasn’t this soulmate thing supposed to be simple? But Blaine can’t find it in himself to do it anymore, it’s like he craves feeling complicated, because he feels more whole like that then he does any other way. He doesn’t want to lie to Kurt anymore, or himself.

He knows Kurt is going to tell him that he’s being ridiculous, that he’s caught up in a whirlwind of Sebastian’s charm or self-doubt. That with this red string of fate it’s black and white, that there isn’t time for new uncertainties. That being with him should assure him.

But that’s where Kurt’s wrong. There’s time for a hundred indecisions, for a million visions and revisions. 

Sebastian makes him feel like he has that time. Like he can make mistakes and cause coincidences and accidents and have it somehow lace together and still mean something. It’s just taken him a little longer to realize.

It’s Sebastian that tears down his walls and shakes him awake, it’s Sebastian that shows him his insecurities and things that he can’t have enough of. He makes him realize things about himself that he hadn’t recognized or given a name.

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blainesebastian:

summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe. notes: Thanks to sophisticatedloserchick who gave me a soulmate quote that inspired parts in this chapter and really helped me think about the difference between what a soulmate can be and what they sometimes simply are. Part two of three. (Part one is here)
Kurt avoids him for weeks, leaving them in this limbo that makes him feel sort of helpless, regardless of what his wrist says. It’s probably a good thing they’re on winter break, Blaine doesn’t have to worry about running into him in the halls or trying to come up with a schedule where one of them is in the dorm room while the other is not, avoiding eye contact during Warblers practice…but the problem is that they don’t try and resolve anything before heading back to school.
And Blaine thought they would have at least talked to one another before then.
But there’s nothing. They head back to school in even worse shape. The red string between them feels frayed, chopped up, tied back together in places where they’ve snapped apart from one another. The string will never be pristine again, it’ll never feel or be like it was.
A coffee is set down in front of him and he looks up to see Sebastian, a breath of fresh air into his lungs as his eyes travel over his long and lanky form. His blazer isn’t buttoned at his waist, it hangs loosely on his shoulders as he sits across from him and Blaine can catch hints of his skin and strong, expensive cologne that settles into his stomach like a punch to his gut.
“You look awful and for as many compliments as I like to give you,” Sebastian shakes his head. “That’s saying something. What’s wrong?”
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blainesebastian:

summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe.
notes: Thanks to sophisticatedloserchick who gave me a soulmate quote that inspired parts in this chapter and really helped me think about the difference between what a soulmate can be and what they sometimes simply are.

Part two of three. (Part one is here)

Kurt avoids him for weeks, leaving them in this limbo that makes him feel sort of helpless, regardless of what his wrist says. It’s probably a good thing they’re on winter break, Blaine doesn’t have to worry about running into him in the halls or trying to come up with a schedule where one of them is in the dorm room while the other is not, avoiding eye contact during Warblers practice…but the problem is that they don’t try and resolve anything before heading back to school.

And Blaine thought they would have at least talked to one another before then.

But there’s nothing. They head back to school in even worse shape. The red string between them feels frayed, chopped up, tied back together in places where they’ve snapped apart from one another. The string will never be pristine again, it’ll never feel or be like it was.

A coffee is set down in front of him and he looks up to see Sebastian, a breath of fresh air into his lungs as his eyes travel over his long and lanky form. His blazer isn’t buttoned at his waist, it hangs loosely on his shoulders as he sits across from him and Blaine can catch hints of his skin and strong, expensive cologne that settles into his stomach like a punch to his gut.

“You look awful and for as many compliments as I like to give you,” Sebastian shakes his head. “That’s saying something. What’s wrong?”

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blainesebastian:

firsova prompted: “I just want soulmates!seblaine so badly and you haven’t write something like that as I remember. bless you *з*”summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe. notes: Kurt and Blaine never transfer to McKinley, this is just Dalton based. Part one of three. 
As long as he can remember, he’s known about a certain order pertaining to life. That his parents taught him and their parents taught them before that and so on and so forth, working up and down the family tree through the branches until the very source. His mother sat him down when he was young, perched him on her lap, ran her long fingers over the inside of his wrist and rocked him as she spoke.
She smelled like sunflowers and felt like pure sunshine, a warmth that bores still in his skin.
“When you turn sixteen,” She said, brushing her lips over his forehead. “A name will appear right here.” She presses the tree of blue veins on his wrist. “And that’s who you’re destined to be with. They’re your soulmate.”
Blaine remembers frowning, pulling at his mother’s sleeve to look at her wrist, his father’s name etched into skin. “But how?”
“The universe just knows. Knows who you are and who you’re not and that everyone belongs to someone.” She taps her finger against his button nose.
“But what if they don’t like bowties…or sketti like I do?” His fingers move to touch the tie around his neck. It’s his grandfather’s, too big, hangs loosely and skewed to the side no matter how many times he fixes it.
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blainesebastian:

firsova prompted: “I just want soulmates!seblaine so badly and you haven’t write something like that as I remember. bless you *з*”
summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe.
notes: Kurt and Blaine never transfer to McKinley, this is just Dalton based.

Part one of three.

As long as he can remember, he’s known about a certain order pertaining to life. That his parents taught him and their parents taught them before that and so on and so forth, working up and down the family tree through the branches until the very source. His mother sat him down when he was young, perched him on her lap, ran her long fingers over the inside of his wrist and rocked him as she spoke.

She smelled like sunflowers and felt like pure sunshine, a warmth that bores still in his skin.

“When you turn sixteen,” She said, brushing her lips over his forehead. “A name will appear right here.” She presses the tree of blue veins on his wrist. “And that’s who you’re destined to be with. They’re your soulmate.”

Blaine remembers frowning, pulling at his mother’s sleeve to look at her wrist, his father’s name etched into skin. “But how?”

“The universe just knows. Knows who you are and who you’re not and that everyone belongs to someone.” She taps her finger against his button nose.

“But what if they don’t like bowties…or sketti like I do?” His fingers move to touch the tie around his neck. It’s his grandfather’s, too big, hangs loosely and skewed to the side no matter how many times he fixes it.

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breathe smoke into my veins

blainesebastian:

anon prompted: “more badboy blaine, please?” continuation of this, but weeks or so later. warning for shotgunning. klaine friendship (if you can call it that).
you can also read it on AO3 or FF.net
words: 4,679

Blaine really wasn’t used to anything that wasn’t fast paced. He didn’t do things that took a lot of time, getting drunk or high or going to a party, driving too fast, relationships (if you could call them that) were based on how long it took a person to get undressed and into his bed.

He didn’t like slow. Because slow usually meant boring.

Until he met Sebastian Smythe.

The kid was new. And he was shy. And he had legs that stretched on forever and he was convinced that he’d eventually (eventually) get those long legs to wrap around his waist. Ever since he had cleaned him up from a slushie thanks to the school’s ‘most likely to lose brain cells by walking’ brigade, they had grown closer.

Or well, closer as in Blaine wouldn’t leave him alone—but semantics.

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blainelovessebastian asked:
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

blainesebastian:

yes good okay (this has a nsfw image attached in the fic so don’t read at work angels…lol i’m at work writing this dear god) i tweaked the quote just slightly. also NC-17 obviously
words: 748

Blaine’s not the impatient type.

Really, he’s not.

He’s always been rather calm when it comes to situations involving high stress, it’s one of the many reasons that he was crowned the lead of the Warblers and new Rachel. He’s very calculated but he involves his heart too, he’s passionate and organized and he knows that being stressed or freaking out because something isn’t going his way will not help things in the slightest.

He’s always been a patient person.

Until he starts dating Sebastian fucking Smythe.

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