Years after this; Seb and Blaine are juniors, Dalton AU which means Blaine never went to McKinley.
words: 945 eugh I did that thing again where I can’t follow my own directions.
Blaine’s always been a self-conscious person and while, yes, it’s faded with age, it still sits pointedly in the front of his mind every time he sits next to his brother or when a boy (or girl) stares at him for too long.
He’s learned to hide it rather easily, take the attention off himself and press it onto someone else with big bright smiles and kind words, gives him the easy impression to everyone that he’s such a nice guy. He is, for the most part, and if going out of his way to be nice to someone happens to take the attention off of himself from scrutinizing eyes, then so be it. Being in the Warblers for a year or so really boosted his confidence. Sebastian says it has a lot to do with being able to stand on the furniture—and no, that doesn’t make his cheeks red for nearly an hour.
What can he say? He just gets into the moment.
Follows sometime after 1 and 2, I just decided to make teacher!blaine a verse since I keep adding to it with random things. For Suzey, because she’s been a busy bee and life should be nicer to her.
It’s a slow build but Blaine knows that they fit together. Like when he tries to show his students how the square peg has its own slot to slide into seamlessly.
Yeah, it’s sort of like that.
So they go out on a date. And it’s nothing short of what Blaine expects it to be. They go to a tango club, a place that he knows he could never afford a night out to on his teaching salary but he could tell Sebastian was well off way before he had learned that he worked at a law firm.
The dinner had been amazing, there had even been dancing—which he doesn’t do out of his own living room on principle because he had spent half the night stepping on Sebastian’s very expensive shoes. But Sebastian only smiled, made teasing comments about the color blooming on his cheeks and taught him the steps of the tango, very slowly for the sake of his shoes.
Blaine often wonders what he’s getting into when he thinks about that night. Sebastian is charming in a way that seems effortless but is probably envied by many; the way he carries himself, calm and collected, like he knows that eyes are glossing over his every move, every line, every place that has skin taut over muscle.
kurt is a freshman at nyada and comes back home to visit his family, which means seblaine are in their senior year and idk i felt like i needed to clarify that (also this was my favorite because Kurt not getting Blaine and Sebastian does? perf)
words: 818 im out of coNTROl
He doesn’t know why he comes back to the Lima Bean exactly for coffee. He thinks it always used to taste better when he was in high school; he doesn’t know whether the coffee’s different or he is. Probably both. He comes back for memories sake, he figures, because nothing is the same as it used to be. He should have known that, living in New York, trying to make long distance with Blaine work—nothing stays the same.
He knows that breaking up with Blaine was inevitable, at some point the taut line between both hearts was liable to snap. But the way that they ended it had been bitter and heartbroken and he regrets that their relationship, all of their love and connection and memories and trust had been widdled down to a simple phrase: this isn’t working.
Maybe that’s why Kurt’s found himself sitting in the corner of the Lima Bean, nursing a burnt medium drip. They still talk sometimes, through texts, it’s mostly about New Directions or Kurt’s classes—it’s tight lipped and everything they weren’t. Everything Kurt never wanted them to be. But he accepts it. He lets Blaine move on; they were both hurt, it’s only right that he doesn’t try and drudge up the past to make amends.
god oh god i have never done kid!seblaine before so you’ve been warned (also idk…they’re eleven or so in this? I wanna say that Seb is like a year older. this is why I don’t do kid!seblaine IM A MESS)
Blaine’s never been that fond of water parks before. Or pools. He loves the water, sure, he actually is very good at swimming thanks to Cooper (who’s idea of learning to swim is throwing someone into the water) but he doesn’t like being in public with half his clothes off.
He feels awkward and under the watchful eye of his friend Sebastian, who he’s known since forever. Sebastian who is tall and lean and while he has a lot of freckles on the bridge of his nose and the tops of his shoulders…it somehow works for him. He makes it work, he realizes. Because Sebastian has something Blaine hasn’t exactly gathered yet.
*rolls* Blaine and Seb are twelve / thirteen. And sorry it’s not their first sleep over. slkdfjsdlfkj
Thunder roars throughout Sebastian’s house, making the lights flicker on and off in a rapid set of threes. Blaine settles onto the floor in his best friend’s room, his parents working late again—his mom stuck at the hospital while his dad puts in hours at the attorney’s office.
He loves Sebastian’s mother like a second mom, she gives him the tightest hugs, smells like honeysuckle and cinnamon, calls him chérie affectionately, and always knows how to make the fluffiest chocolate chip pancakes when he stays over. It’s not uncommon for him to end up here, curled up on his friend’s floor in a sleeping bag after too much candy and a Batman movie marathon.
He glances up at Sebastian’s bed, hooks his chin over the pillow. “You asleep?” He asks, his voice small in the dark room.
omg you’re so cute / continuation from this because oscar asked
words: 1,726; treated this like a one-shot request BUT drabble prompts from people are still welcome :3
- You can read it all together at AO3 under the title of You teach me & I’ll teach you.
He doesn’t usually have conferences after school…and he definitely doesn’t have them with kid’s uncles but he figures making an exception for Sebastian Smythe is not going hurt anything. Or he hopes at least in the long run it’s not. They’re going to be kids around and if he’s learned or observed anything about Sebastian in the brief time he’s met him, he can understand that the other male isn’t exactly family friendly.
The last thing he wants floating around the school is that he was flirting with someone in his classroom while he upheld the after school program. Sebastian’s gorgeous but he’s not that breathtaking that the principal will let him go with a slap on the wrist for it.
i treated this like an AU what angels *u*
words: 669 i lied remember when i said 100-500 duMB but i love this prompt so sorry, not sorry
The giggling and running of children is the first thing that greets Blaine in the morning as he walks into his classroom and it’s the last thing that vibrates his eardrums when he leaves school for the day. He can’t honestly say that being a kindergarten teacher in Ohio of all places is where he thought he’d end up when he was selecting colleges his senior year of high school, but to say the least, he doesn’t regret his decision one bit.
After the first few years of teaching, breaking him into the swing of things, he’s got a lot to be proud of. He has his own classroom, small but manageable, the walls a pale blue with tiny desks and hand prints in different colors splattered along the far wall where the coat rack is. Buckets of colored pencils, paints and crayons, smocks and hundreds of different construction paper fill up bins near his desk and student’s drawings hang from a string by clothespins, connecting the two sides of the room together.
It’s his second home, no matter how frazzled he sometimes gets by the end of the day.
eUGH perfect sldjkf;lsdkf (Blaine and Seb are attending Dalton at the same time bUT Blaine is dating Kurt—lol loosely bc it’s me)
words: 665 apparently i can’t follow my own directions
Sebastian takes a seat in the back of the bus, openly glaring at anyone who tries to sit next to him, grumbling as he opens up his blazer and leans back. It smells like worn leather, cologne and anxiety, everyone disappointed from their loss between a deaf school for boys (a fucking deaf. School.) and New Directions. If he’s ever wished a plague upon any group of people in his life it’s on those tone deaf, big footed group of miscreants that somehow seem to slide into first every time he turns around.
The bus is full, except for one head of curls that’s missing and Sebastian rolls his eyes because he knows exactly where he is. Late. As usual when they sing off against McKinley, Blaine taking his sweet time flirting with someone who resembles a pride float when he walks out of his house. He doesn’t understand how someone like Blaine doesn’t have standards.
here you go, adorable url :3 hope you like it!
words: 509 / nailed it
Blaine’s nerves get to him the minute he steps into the back doors of McKinley’s theater to get in line for the graduation ceremony. Their procession is supposed to wind down the rows of seats to eventually sit in the first two rows where each one of them stands, walks on stage, receives their diploma and smiles for a pictures.
His heart is in his throat and his palms are sweaty, he needs to take a seat (preferably outside) before he falls down. He knows it’s silly to be this nervous, he’s made it this far, he’s practically done but there in which lies the problem. There between the four letter word of done is where he’s having his heart palpitations.
He’s done with high school. He’s done with four of the most important years in his life. And while he’s ready for college and New York and whatever the city might offer him. But he’s also not ready to travel by himself, to work for what he wants, to be thrown into a whirlwind of sights and sounds and responsibilities and life. A life he thought he’d be spending with Kurt. So organized and prepared. He thought he had everything mapped out because that’s just how he usually did things. Color coded post-it notes and all.
But then that fell apart. And he was left in pieces.
He finally managed to get his life together and his body glued back into place so it constantly doesn’t feel like he’s falling apart at the seams—how is he supposed to do that with his future too?
The red gown and cap feel plastered to his skin as he pushed through the back doors of the high school, bumping into someone but too dizzy to care.
“Are you going to throw up?” The voice asks, silky and smooth like Blaine remembers. “Because I sort of expected you to be bouncing onto the stage, maybe trying to and on the podium knowing your fascination with standing on furniture.”
He breathes deep and turns around. “Sebastian.” Good, he managed a word without passing out. “What are you doing here?”
He hums, hands him a red rose that Blaine’s just noticed is between his slender piano fingers. “Back when we were still talking,” He knows Sebastian means back when they were still friends, “You invited me, I figured…well, I was never quite good with rejection.”
Blaine’s not sure if it’s the lack of oxygen to his brain but he laughs, loud and open. He squeezes the rose hard enough to have one of the thorns prick his fingers. Sebastian’s eyes are so green as they look at him and his smile is slow and amused, but beautiful all the same. It takes a long moment for the shorter to realize how much he’s actually missed his companionship.
“I’m glad you’re here.” He says.
Sebastian smirks, adjusts the cap on Blaine’s head before tugging at his ridiculously bright bowtie before leaning close enough that he can feel his breath on his lips. “I know.”