#Sebastian Smythe x male reader

[fanfic-requests]

If you do Glee fics, Can you do Sebastian Smythe x Male Reader smut. Where MR is very shy, innocent and kind and the New Directions are protective of him especially when Sebastian takes interest in him. A plot like that maybe. Sebastian is pretty dominant in sex as well.

Sounds hot! I'll add it to my list! Anything else you specifically want in it?

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

Skirt - Sebastian Smythe x Male Reader

Author Speaks: I've had this idea for awhile, let me know what you think. Comment or request any other characters you want to see MR (Y/n) in a skirt with. Also Seb = Sebastian. I hope you enjoy!

Y/n had returned to his house empty, his parents working late, he excitedly walked up to his room as he was preparing for his boyfriend, Sebastian’s arrival. Y/n was also excited as he had just earned himself a spot on the Mckinley High School cheerleading squad, Cheerios. He auditioned and was accepted by Sue who claimed he would be able to seduce the crowd with his moves earning himself a Cheerios duffel bag which had the uniform inside.

Y/n reached his room as he closed the door and took out his uniform, fitting it on as he walked to the full length mirror. He examined himself and saw how the uniform top was tight on his chest but still allowed for movement and the uniform pants were more open. Y/n moved back the bag and saw there was also a Cheerios skirt, with a note attached to it. “Maybe you could put it to use, for that boyfriend of yours.” – Auntie Snixx. Y/n rolled his eyes as he let out a light chuckle at his fellow cheerio’s humour.

Y/n took the skirt and walked over to the full length mirror and placed the skirt over his waist trying to envision what he would look like wearing it, before he decided to remove his uniform pants replacing them with the uniform skirt. Y/n could see why the cheerios enjoyed wearing their uniform more, as he examined himself in the skirt and twirled around watching it rise before landing back on his skin. The skirt was, however, tight and made his ass stand out more.

Y/n put music on as he began to practise the routine, they were learning, in front of the mirror. Y/n danced following the rhythm, drowning out the outside world. Meanwhile, Sebastian had arrived at his boyfriend’s house, he knocked but received no answer. He opened the door and walked inside and heard music coming from his boyfriend’s room, he shut the door before making his way there. “Y/n.” he called before opening the door to find his boyfriend dancing in front of his mirror wearing a skirt.

Y/n, unaware of Sebastian’s presence, continued dancing as he swayed his hips to beat and performed sensual moves that Sue had incorporated in the choreography. Sebastian still stood at the door watching Y/n dance, he watched how his hips would sway and how the skirt would lift and reveal his underwear underneath when he moved. He continued watching, hypnotised by Y/n’s movements, Sebastian felt himself become hard as he focused his on Y/n’s ass and how the skirt sat tightly around it, making it look bigger.

Sebastian moved one of his hands over to his bulge and rubbed it slowly before he stopped as Y/n’s routine came to an end. Y/n finished and stood looking at himself in the mirror, breathing deeply. He jumped when he heard clapping and turned in panic to find his boyfriend slowly making his way over to him, clapping. “Sebby! You scared me.” Y/n spoke, trying to calm himself down. Sebastian smirked, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just thought that performance deserved an applause.” he claimed.

“Thank you.” Y/n blushed as he looked down realising he was still wearing the skirt, and looked back up to his boyfriend who was already looking at him with a cheeky smirk. “It looks like you made the team, although I thought only the girls wore skirts.” Seb teased as he stood in front of his boyfriend whose cheeks blushed a darker shade of red. “They…they do. My friend who’s also on the team just decided to put one in my bag.” Y/n rambled, “I just thought I’d try it on.” Y/n admitted looking down to hide his blush.

“I’ll just change.” he said as he turned away from his boyfriend but before he could Seb’s arm wrapped around Y/n’s waist pulling him to his chest. With Y/n’s back on Sebastian's chest, Sebastian moved his mouth down to Y/n’s ear “Now you don’t have to do that.” he whispered huskily, causing shivers to run down Y/n’s spine as he felt Sebastian press kisses against his neck. “Sebby, that feels…” Y/n moaned, unable to finish his sentence.

Sebastian smiled against Y/n’s skin, he loved the effect he had on him. Sebastian pressed his bulge against Y/n’s ass. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me? What you and your pretty ass in the skirt caused.” he whispered against Y/n’s ear before they moved over to Y/n’s bed. Y/n fell on his back on the bed as he took his Cheerios top, as he was about to take off his skirt, Sebastian moved his hands away “I’d prefer if you kept that on, baby.” he said as he removed his Dalton uniform leaving only his underwear on.

Sebastian moved on top of Y/n kissing him passionately, Y/n’s hands were roaming Sebastian’s body while Sebastian had removed Y/n’s underwear leaving him naked under the skirt. Y/n’s hard member stuck out the skirt, Seb began to stroke Y/n’s member causing him to moan in his kiss. Sebastian started to kiss down Y/n’s jaw and moved to his neck, as he would kiss and bite sensitive spots that caused Y/n to release a moan.

Sebastian moved his hand past Y/n’s balls to his tight hole as he used a finger and drew shapes around the hole. He kissed down Y/n’s chest, kissing, sucking and biting each of his nipples before he moved down to Y/n’s hard member. “Look at your cock, it’s begging for my mouth.” Sebastian teased before he took Y/n’s whole cock in his mouth immediately tasting the sweet precum, “Oh god, yes Sebby!” Y/n moaned as he felt Sebastian move his mouth up and down his cock, his tongue dancing around the member.

Sebastian continued to suck his boyfriend’s cock, before moving down to his balls giving each one attention. Y/n was turned onto his stomach and felt Sebastian’s hand spread his ass to reveal his hole that had endured Seb’s teasing. Y/n moaned when he felt Sebastian’s tongue work on his hole. His pleasure doubled when he felt Seb’s long fingers enter him as they moved inside of him until they pressed against a spot “Right there, Sebby.” Y/n moaned. Sebastian continued to finger Y/n opening him up as he pressed kisses on back and ass.

Sebastian removed his fingers and took off his underwear before moving to sit on the bed. Y/n moved and started to kiss down Seb’s body before he reached Sebastian’s hard 9 inch cock, which stood tall. “Go ahead, suck my cock baby.” Sebastian instructed. Y/n moved his mouth onto Sebastian’s cock and took all of it, his nose reaching Seb’s pubes. Y/n could feel Seb’s hands on the back of his head, controlling him.

Y/n continued to give Sebastian a blowjob as he lathered the cock in his saliva before removing his mouth as the cock slipped out with a pop sound. Y/n caught his breath “I want you to fuck me.” he spoke looking Sebastian directly in his green eyes. Sebastian smirked as he pulled Y/n into a kiss as Y/n moved as he grabbed a condom from the drawing and placed it on his cock.

Y/n positioned his hole above Sebastian’s cock before lowering himself on to the 9 inches slowly, causing both of them to moan. Y/n enjoyed the feeling of being stretched out by Seb’s big cock, “That feels so good,” Seb moaned as he felt Y/n’s tight walls close on his cock. Y/n began to move up and down on Seb’s cock as his own cock moved along to the movements, before Seb started to thrust upwards into Y/n, both of them moaning.

They had repositioned themselves with Y/n on his back and his legs draped over his boyfriend’s shoulders. Seb placed the tip of his cock at Y/n’s hole, he leaned down giving Y/n a kiss on the lips while doing this, he thrust his cock into Y/n causing him to moan into the kiss while arching his back. Sebastian continued to thrust into Y/n as they stared at each lovingly and lustfully each every moment. Y/n felt himself close and began to jerk his cock moaning, feeling Sebastian’s cock hit his spot every time. “Are you close?” Seb asked as he started to speed his thrusts, Y/n nodded. “Cum for me, baby.” Seb whispered in his ear as he started kissing the hickeys he left on Y/n’s neck.

“Oh, Seb! I’m cumming!” Y/n moaned loudly as his seed left his cock landing his chest and some on Sebastian’s. Sebastian’s thrust started becoming sloppy as they sped up even more before he’s cock left Y/n’s hole, and he moved up to his face and began to jerk above it before releasing large amounts of his warm, white cum over Y/n’s face. “Oh, yes. Y/n.” Sebastian moaned as the last of cum landed on Y/n’s face, he smirked before looking down at Y/n was covered in his own and his boyfriend’s cum which also landed on his skirt making a few spots white.

“Look at my baby, such a mess.” Sebastian teased before he gave him a kiss tasting his cum as well.

The next day, Santana walked up to Y/n and noticed the hickeys on his neck, “Looks like someone got some.” he teased which caused Y/n to blush before he nodded. “Turns out you were right, he loved the skirt.” Y/n gushed which brought a smile on Santana’s face, “Of course I was right, Auntie Snixx is never wrong.”

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

XX ~ S.S.

A/n: I started to write this and it got long because I had a lot of fun little build up moments that kind of got away from me lol. So I decided to do a preface!

Word Count: 3000+

MASTERLIST

Being a Warbler had always been like dancing. Smooth, fun, free. Rhythm was a living thing and smiles were bright and genuine. Your heart raced as your feet found the next place you were going to move to like they were destined to be there. It was natural. Like breathing. Like floating on a lake and watching the clouds pass across a vibrant blue sky. It was home. It was sunlight and cotton candy and racing to the finish line while laughter rung out through the air.

That's how it had been for Y/n, at least.

I mean, before Sebastian showed up.

It was still a dance, but now it wasn't fun and light. You didn't giggle and grin. Things didn't feel natural. Like home. Every second of being a Warbler with Sebastian Smythe was like the dancing you did in a club or something. Hot and sexy and tempting. It wasn't the dance of freedom and glee - the kind you did in your room when no one was home and you heard a song that filled your with so much serotonin you just couldn't help yourself. It was the dance you dared to step with death when you did something incredibly stupid and it went all wrong.

Every second was full of adrenaline. Every step was one that could be your last. There was an addictive way about feeling dangerous, but it was exhausting too. Dirty, even. Like you were dancing on top of people, stomping them into the ground.

Sebastian made it fun though. Grins turned to smirks and giggles turned to raise eyebrows and eyes that bore into you and saw every inch of the things you most wanted to hide. Winks became so much more than just a shared secret between friends. It was like trying to fight a tiger, or facing down a tsunami. Y/n could always feel Sebastian's eyes on him, and it felt like he was on fire. Every song that Sebastian even looked at him once, even if it was brief, had Y/n's mind spinning. There was too much electricity. Too much power. Too much fire.

The day that Y/n realized that this wasn't something any of the others experienced was the day that Y/n lost his mind completely.

When Blaine had been in the Warblers, he and Y/n were like brothers. They bounced off of each other, growing an energy that was warm and soft and light. Y/n had been a year younger and he looked up to Blaine. Everyone had thought he was going to take Blaine's spot one day. Now...

Y/n might have been the new team captain of the Warblers, but the entire group's energy had completely changed. Sebastian had pulled out a side of Y/n not even the man himself had known was there. One that enjoyed fun and jokes a little too much, and took things without a lick of serious far too often. He was aloof and flirty. His light turned to a blaze, and everyone was basking in the glory of it.

Especially Sebastian Smythe.

"So," Blaine stretched out one day. They had never lost the habit of getting coffee together before school, even as Y/n had slowly become more and more distant.

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes and eyebrows raised. It was the only time he seemed harmless anymore these days - when he was around Blaine. "So?"

Blaine blew on his coffee for a moment as he considered his words. After a few beats he set the cup down on the table. "What's up with you and Sebastian?"

The questions had first started when Blaine had come to visit Dalton and had seen the Warblers perform 'Uptown Girl'. Y/n and Sebastian had been having a lot of fun with the song, bouncing quickly between flirting with each other and then anyone around them they could. When Blaine had brought it up the two only laughed it off, but everyone else gave him a very pointed look. It left that there was something unspoken between them. Now that it had been some time and Y/n had only been getting bolder with each new performance, Blaine wondered if it might have finally ended with something or not.

Unfortunately for Blaine, it was still very unspoken and that was obvious in the way that Y/n immediately scoffed in the most dismissive way possible, rolling his eyes as he also set his cup down after taking a sip. "What about him?" He had more and more been getting questions about Sebastian and he wasn't totally in the mood for it when it came from Blaine. If Sebastian was going to ignore it, so would he.

Blaine caught onto the mood wrapped around those words immediately and backed down. "Oh nothing. I just see that you guys perform a lot together. You're both super talented. When did that start? What's he like?" It was too innocent, too casual.

Y/n swallowed a sigh, settling on giving Blaine a slit eyed, suspicious glare. Carefully, he answered the question. "Sebastian is the type of guy to bounce around a lot. He joined u his sophomore year because his freshman year he wasted all his time doing hundreds of other things he found extremely boring. Or so he says." Y/n did sigh that time, and something about him seemed to relax. Like there was a weight easing just a little off of his shoulders. "Bas tried to take over the Warblers at first, but everyone looked to me and the position was mine. We did a battle for it and I came up on top."

That made Blaine shine with pride. "Hell yeah you did."

A small chuckle bubbled from Y/n, and for a second there was a glint of the young boy he used to be. "Yeah well from there he was too eager to soak up every moment with me he could. Any classes we had together he would find some way to sit with me. I don't mess around during class - I'm there to learn - and for some reason he was okay with that. He just wanted to sit with me." Y/n shrugged. "From there, it was warm ups turning into constant face offs, and at first it was really tense and annoying but then it kind of became fun. We've done more improv performances for the school than we have in ages, and we never lose our energy for a single one. The guys have been more into cutting loose and going all out, and they seem to be enjoying themselves. Even if it's... different," Y/n offered, seeming sheepish for a moment. "It's still a family."

To Y/n's credit, Blaine couldn't picture the Warblers in better hands. "It really seems that way. I'm glad to hear it." They exchanged a smile and then it was time to head to school and part ways. Once Y/n was in those doors, light heartedness and ease slipped from him like a wasp had been swat. He made his way through school like normal and ended up in the Warbler room like always. He was a little slow today, lost in thought over the conversation he'd had with Blaine that morning.

Was it so obvious that even Blaine could recognize something was going on? Y/n had honestly thought he had gone a little crazy, or looked into it too much. Sebastian was like that with everyone. He flirted all the time and was completely insatiable. Blaine wasn't around as often as Y/n was - he didn't know that this was just how Sebastian was, especially with anyone he saw as competition. Y/n had gotten a win over, him that was all. And for the other Warblers who were around all the time... well, that didn't matter either. They were a bunch of Gabby gossips and liked to feed into drama as much as they could. Nothing was happening. Y/n wasn't special. 

Right?

He was pulled out of hi thoughts by Mr. Smythe himself. "If it isn't our favorite team captain." His arm draped around Y/n's shoulder and the boy looked up, eyebrows already curved with attitude. The reaction seemed to only fuel Sebastian.

"Getting touchy already, are we Bas?" Y/n pulled out from under his arm and the other boys sat back and watched the exchange like they always did. It was their favorite slow burn to keep an eye on. Especially since Sebastian had surprised them all with his patience and determination, even when Y/n seemed completely hopeless.

As usual, Sebastian only seemed egged on by the response. He leaned against the back of one of the chairs, eyes locked on Y/n unwaveringly, shamelessly checking him out as he moved. "Oh you know how it is. So hard to keep my hands to myself when you're around."

Y/n paused, turning to face Sebastian with narrowed eyes. "Use all that energy on a song, why don't you?"

"Sounds like a fantastic idea," Sebastian agreed immediately. Y/n knew immediately that the suggestion had been a mistake; Sebastian wore the smile he always did when he had gotten the exact thing he wanted. "I have the perfect one in mind. What do you say boys? Feeling like a little Selena Gomez on this fine evening?"

Sounds of affirmation sounded from the traitors around them, who were more than happy to see Sebastian flirt with Y/n. Y/n, in response, leaned against the far wall. He crossed his arms over his chest, nodding to Sebastian. "Go off then." He smirked just a little. "Unless you need me."

It was the only thing that could ever throw Sebastian off his game. When Y/n came back with force, crossing a line that Sebastian seemed to have drawn, he always backed down. Insinuating actual yearning or any kind of commitment always wiped the smile off of his face - there was no exception now. Sebastian stiffened, approaching Y/n slowly. "I don't need anyone." His words came smooth, and somehow still flirty. "So much more interesting when you just want someone. Wouldn't you say?" Y/n had to admit, he blushed. It was the encouragement Sebastian needed. He flicked his wrist and the boys started up the beginning to a song Y/n immediately realized.

'Hands To Myself' by Selena Gomez.

Of course they'd all known what Sebastian had meant - he had said the song name out loud.

"Can't keep my hands to myself," Sebastian started, singing beautifully as always. His eyes remained locked onto Y/n, that smirk finding its way back on his face. "No matter how hard I'm trying to. I want you all to myself - You're metaphorical gin and juice." He moved close, but Y/n didn't budge. "So come on give me a taste of what it's like to be next to you."

Y/n couldn't help himself. "Won't let one drop go to waste. You're metaphorical gin and juice." Sebastian's eyes light on fire and he moved as Y/n pushed off the wall, moving past him. He turned, walking the last few steps backward. His hand traced the back of a chair and Sebastian's fingers twitched at his sides. "Oh, cause all of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other. And I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying-"

"All of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other and I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying," Sebastian picked up, moving to the other side of the room and leaning against the back of a chair as he had before. This time he leaned forward, as if it would close the wide space between them. "But I can't keep my hands to myself."

"My hands to myself," Y/n echoed as they both pushed off the chairs, moving closer to circle the table in-between them instead.

"Can't keep my hands to myself," Sebastian continued once more.

"My hands to myself." Y/n moved away from the table, walking away, and Sebastian quickly followed behind. He caught up, sliding into Y/n's path so they were chest to chest. "The doctors say you're no good," Y/n sang, teasing. His face twisted as he became highly amused.

"But people say what they want to say." Sebastian shrugged, and it was scary fitting to his character. "And you should know if I could, I'd breathe you in every single day."

Y/n's face went red. After the fittingness of the last line, the passion in Sebastian's eyes when he said that almost made Y/n believe it. He couldn't back down though and accommodated for his sudden flusteredness by sliding behind Sebastian, hand dragging across the taller boys' shoulders as he picked up, "Oh, cause all of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other. And I'm trying, I'm trying-"

"All of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other." Sebastian spun around as he sang, catching Y/n's hand. "And I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying but I..."

"Can't keep my hands to myself," they sung together. They shared a look before donning an identical smirk. Sebastian kissed Y/n's knuckles and Y/n rose an eyebrow, shoving his hands in his pocket when Sebastian let it go. "My hands to myself. Can't keep my hands to myself. My hands to myself."

Sebastian moved again, this time taking a step backward. He did a smooth body roll, twisting his feet so that he spun around. It was actually pretty sexy. "Can't keep my hands to myself." He used the lyric as punctuation to the movement, as if you accuse Y/n of the same problem.

Y/n felt something warm rise into his insides. "I want it all - no, nothing else." Y/n planted his foot and then slid to the side, tapping his other foot first in front of him and then behind him. It was a simple move, but fluid and fun. 

"Can't keep my hands to myself," Sebastian followed up. He stepped back again but this time Y/n predicted it and stepped with him. Sebastian smirked and moved with more purpose, stepping forward once and then twice - Y/n mirrored his movements perfectly.

"Give me your all and nothing else." Y/n offered his hand and Sebastian took it with only a small amount of teasing flirtiness dancing in his eyes. They began to do that four step box step you did in high school dances when you wanted to look a little better than the other awkward teenagers who had no idea what they were doing, but wanted to hide that you were no better than they were. For impromptu blocking it was a good choice. The surprise was that Y/n led, and Sebastian seemed just fine following in step. "Oh, I - I want it all."

Sebastian echoed immediately back, "I want it all."

Y/n slowed, his hands sliding from holding Sebastian's to resting against his chest. "I want it all." His eyes raked Sebastian up and down, admiring every inch he could see in a quick moment before looking back at the man himself. The man who had not missed it for a second.

"Can't keep my hands to myself," the other boys doing chorus echoed at the climax of the song.

"I mean I could but why would I want to?" Sebastian snatched the line, suddenly shoving his face very close to Y/n's. At some point they'd moved close enough for Sebastian to plant his hands on the wall behind Y/n, looking down at him before licking his lips quickly.

Perhaps Y/n should have deescalated but where was the fun in that? Instead he hooked his fingers in Sebastian's belt loops, tugging his body closer as he sang, "my hands to myself."

They were inches away and Sebastian leaned down just a little so that their breaths mixed in the air they had begun sharing. "Can't keep my hands to myself." His voice was distant and airy, eyes lust blown as his breath fanned Y/n's face.

"My hands to myself," Y/n echoed as Sebastian had earlier, his hands moving from Sebastian's belt up his body, slowly, palm flattened on his sides. Feeling him up, in a way. An action that seemed to excite Sebastian and made the other boys exchange looks. Maybe, finally, FINALLY, the back and forth would stop and they'd finally just have sex and leave the others to have their peace.

Sebastian tilted his head, his eyes narrowing a little. Not in suspicion. Not in teasing or mocking or flirting. In admiration. Almost like he was melting, a little. "Can't keep my hands to myself."'

Y/n pushed off the wall so that his head was tilted back, leaning even closer to Sebastian as their bodies pressed together. "I want it all or nothing else." Y/n's hands finally found their place gripping Sebastian's lapels, keeping him close. Sebastian didn't seem to mind. 

"Can't keep my hands to myself." Sebastian's words were quick and dripping with excitement. Y/n could feel the words being sung.

"Give me your all or nothing else," Y/n sang back, watching with glee as Sebastian gasped, confirming that he could feel Y/n singing too. They really were that close. A hair's breath away from actually kissing. Y/n smirked, finishing the song before Sebastian could. "Can't keep my hands to myself." Then he suddenly let go, ducking under Sebastian's arm and escaping without giving him the kiss they'd been a fraction of a second from. Sebastian turned, his eyes only brighter and hotter, his smirk full of thrill instead of cockiness.

For once, someone had done something Sebastian had not seen coming in the slightest. Y/n had caught him off guard. No one caught Sebastian Smythe off guard anymore.

It was fantastic.

The other boys looked on in awe, barely contained laughter pushing at them as they gawked, grinning. Y/n had BALLS, and from the look on Sebastian's face, it had only made things that much worse.

Y/n turned, straightening the cuffs of his sleeves. "So now that we've warmed up. What do you think we should do for sectionals this year?"

[supercap2319]

Idea: The Music Meister erases Barry's memory and sticks him in the Glee World as Sebastian Smythe. He makes Y/N go and get him to see if their love is genuine.

[lovingdelusions]

100 Ways to Say “I love you.” Sebastian Smythe x Male! Reader

Prompt #3: “No, no. It’s my treat.”

Sebastian Smythe was the epitome of a typical private school, trust fund child. He was always rude and never patient enough when it came to people. Sebastian didn’t understand people, didn’t understand their emotions, but he understood music and the emotion that came along with it. Every time he performed there was a strange bubbling in his chest that made him feel weightless, like he was flying. 

So he used his talent and his attractiveness to his advantage. He took the spot of captain for the Warblers, and if he did say so himself, he was a damn good captain.

It wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough. No matter how many competitions he won, people he beat there was something missing. It was driving him insane.

“What did you do to me?” Sebastian asked. Kurt looked at him albeit a bit incredulous. He thought they were finally friends, so why did he seem to angry right now?

“Explain?” Kurt said.

“There’s this constant ache in my chest when Y/N isn’t around, and it turns into a burn every time I see someone else flirting with him. His laugh is so pure, and, dare I say, his hair might be better than mine. I can’t say anything mean to him because my brain just shuts down when he’s around, and I want to make him laugh and smile because I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful. Is that what you feel for a best friend? I’ve known him for how long now? Seven, eight years?”

Kurt would’ve laughed if he was a little meaner. Instead, he beckoned Blaine over.

“Tell Blaine what you told me,” Kurt said. So Sebastian did. This time, after he was finished, Blaine laughed. He laughed until he was crying and rolling on the floor.

The longer it seemed to go on, the more irritated the Warbler captain got.

“Fuck it. Knew I shouldn’t have come to you for something like this,” he grumbled, getting up to leave.

“Wait, wait,” Blaine’s said, grabbing onto his arm. “You know that’s not what friends feel for each other right? You don’t feel that way about me or Kurt, do you?”

“I feel the same way about you two as I do a cactus,” Sebastian said.

“That’s not what you said before,” Kurt sang. Sebastian looked him dead in the eye and flipped him off.

“Public school bitches,” he muttered. Blaine wouldn’t stop laughing. Every time he’d try to stop, another fit of (manly) giggles left his body shaking.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m out,” Sebastian said, standing up and dusting his hands off as if they were dirty. “I’m going to take Y/N out for some frozen yogurt or something. Bye, losers.”

“I’m not telling him,” Kurt said with a smile. Blaine couldn’t breathe and was pretty sure he was going to die of asphyxiation, but continued to silently laugh. “Also, what’s up with him and frozen yogurt? I’m pretty sure he’s addicted to that stuff.”

“If it isn’t Y/N,” Sebastian chuckled as he “accidentally” bumped into you on the way out. 

You shot him a sly smirk, eyes glinting. “How am I lucky enough to be in the presence of Sebastian Smythe? What’re you doing in a public school right now anyways?”

For once, he seemed at a loss for words. What was he supposed to do? Tell you he was getting advice on his feelings? Hell no. 

Sebastian tried to open say something, but he stuttered. 

“Come on,” you said, grabbing his wrist. You’ve known for a while now that he’s liked you, but you were waiting to see if he’d make a move. It looks like you’d have to be the one to act first.

Even though it was winter, you took him to a frozen yogurt shop. The cold blast of air made you crinkle your nose, but you pushed forward anyways. Sebastian admired you as you held onto his wrist, dragging him along. His hands were itchy, and he had the urge to take your hand in his.

You glanced back to see him looking back and forth between your hands to your face. When he caught your eye, he blushed and looked away with a frown. 

“This doesn’t feel right,” you said. Halting, you turned to look at the Warbler captain. He scratched the inside of his palm, still not making eye contact with you. You took his hand in yours and held it in a secure clasp. “Better.”

A soft smile stretched across Sebastian’s face, and all he could think was damn, this is a beautiful man.

When the shop came in sight, Sebastian quickened his pace until he was the one dragging you along. You never really got the hype about fro-yo, but if it made him happy, you were happy. 

You swore you’d keep that smile on his face forever if he’d let you. 

Sebastian put about every topping in his cup, piling it high like a tower. He reminded you of a kid in a candy store. You pulled your wallet out to pay for the frozen treats, but he beat you to it.

“No, no. It’s my treat,” he said, handing the cashier a couple bills. You two were side by side in a frozen yogurt shop in the middle of January, stomach bubbling with something new and bright, with an odd amount of sunlight filtering through the windows that directly hit the table you were sitting at. 

“What?” Sebastian asked when he caught you staring at him. You leaned closer until your noses were brushing against each other, lips just a centimeter apart and waited for his permission to continue. You hadn’t closed your eyes yet, gazing at him. His green eyes pierced through yours, and tiny freckles littered his cheeks.

His eyes fluttered close, savoring the moment where you both fell in love, and pushed his head forward. He took your lips in a breathtaking kiss that made him regret not having done it before. 

He pulled away for air, only to realize that losing his breath was worth it if he got to kiss you again. You recaptured his lips, cupping his cheeks to pull him closer. 

Frozen yogurt? It was good, but you? You were even better. 

[goattales]

Sebastian Smythe Smut abc- C, D, F, T

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Sebastian loves facials, he loves getting cum all over him. And he looks so pretty like that, white dripping from the corners of his mouth, running over his chin, spotted along the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks and dripping from his hair.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before the two of you got together I bet he use to have one of your t-shirts, and he held it only when he needed to get off, played with himself while his world was filled with the smell of you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

He likes it doggy style, mostly because the feeling of your nails digging into his hips as you hold him in place and hit his prostate over and over again has him going mad. He likes when you leave marks there, because he can see them in the mirror and think about how good it felt when you drew that blood.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a fair few, some with batteries and some without, and he keeps them all in a big shoebox in the back of his wardrobe. Some of them are much bigger than the others, like the plug that he'll keep in all day when he knows you're going to lay him out on his bed and fuck so hard and so good there will be tears on his pillow in the best kind of way. Others are small, like the little vibrator he gave you the remote for, that you slip inside of him to wear out to your late, evening picnics in the woods near the school. It's gratifying to see him jump and squirm, hear him yelp and mewl and beg you to turn it up even higher. It's mostly him that uses them, but there's fun to be found in a role reversal sometimes. All you would have to do is ask.

[talesofnox]

FANDOM LIST

THESE ARE THE FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS (AND SHIPS) I WILL WRITE FOR!

THERE WILL BE PLATONIC AND FAMILIAL SHIPS AND THEY WILL BE SPECIFIED! NO INCEST OF ANY TYPE IS PERMITTED IN MY REQUEST BOX!

I SUPPORT ANY TYPE OF SHIP (GAY / LESBIAN / LGBTQ+) SO REQUEST AWAY!

FOR ANY REASON, if a fandom or character (is)...

CROSSED OUT! I no longer write for the fandom or character.

HAS A “☆” NEXT TO IT! It is one of my favorite fandoms or characters to write for.

Without further ado, here are the lists (IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER)

CRIMINAL MINDS

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

☆ SPENCER REID

DEREK MORGAN

PENELOPE GARCIA

EMILY PRENTISS

JENNIFER “JJ” JAREAU

BAU TEAM

SHIPS / PLATONIC

SPENCER REID X DEREK MORGAN

MASTERLIST

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

CONNOR

HANK

GENERAL CHARACTERS (POLICE, ETC)

SHIPS / PLATONIC

N/A

MASTERLIST

GLEE

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST

MIKE CHANG

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

GENERAL CHARACTERS (NEW DIRECTIONS, WARBLERS, ETC)

SHIPS / PLATONIC

N/A

HARRY POTTER

GOLDEN ERA:

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

HARRY POTTER

HERMIONE GRANGER

RON WEASLEY

GINNY WEASLEY

FRED WEASLEY

GEORGE WEASLEY

WEASLEY TWINS

PERCY WEASLEY

CHARLIE WEASLEY

WILLIAM “BILL” WEASLEY

SEAMUS FINNEGAN

DEAN THOMAS

☆ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

CEDRIC DIGGORY

OLIVER WOOD

GOLDEN TRIO

WEASLEY FAMILY

SHIPS / PLATONIC

SEAMUS FINNEGAN X DEAN THOMAS

OLIVER WOOD X PERCY WEASLEY

MARAUDERS ERA

X OC / READER (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

JAMES POTTER

LILY EVANS

REMUS LUPIN

SIRIUS BLACK

(YOUNG) PETER PETTIGREW

MARLENE MCKINNON

DORCAS MEADOWES

FABIAN PREWETT

GIDEON PREWETT

PREWETT TWINS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

JAMES POTTER X LILY EVANS

REMUS LUPIN X SIRIUS BLACK

MARLENE MCKINNON X DORCAS MEADOWES

MASTERLIST

LES MISERABLES

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

ENJOLRAS

COURFEYRAC

GRANTAIRE

EPONINE

GAVROCHE

BARRICADE BOYS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

ENJOLRAS X GRANTAIRE

MASTERLIST

MARVEL (AVENGERS)

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

TONY STARK

STEVE ROGERS

STONY

BUCKY BARNES

STUCKY

SAM WILSON

NATASHA ROMANOFF

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

PETER PARKER

TEAM CAP

AVENGERS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

STUCKY

STONY

MASTERLIST

MAZE RUNNER (SCORCH TRIALS / DEATH CURE)

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

THOMAS

NEWT

☆ MINHO

WINSTON

GALLY

ZART

JEFF

CLINT

CHUCK

GLADER BOYS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

THOMAS X NEWT

THOMAS X MINHO

JEFF X CLINT

MASTERLIST

☆ MERLIN

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

MERLIN

ARTHUR PENDRAGON

SIR LEON

SIR ELYAN

SIR LANCELOT

SIR PERCIVA;

SIR GWAINE

GUINEVERE

MORGANA PENDRAGON

MORDRED

KNIGHTS

MERLIN CAST

SHIPS / PLATONIC

MERLIN X ARTHUR PENDRAGON

☆ MERLIN X SIR GWAINE

☆ MERLIN X LANCELOT

MERLIN X LEON

PERCIVAL X GWAINE

MORGANA X GWEN

ROUND TABLE X MERLIN

ROUND TABLE X FEM!MERLIN

MASTERLIST

NATIONAL TREASURE

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

☆ RILEY POOLE

BEN GATES

ABIGAIL CHASE

TRIO

SHIPS / PLATONIC

N/A

MASTERLIST

☆ NEWSIES (MOVIE OR MUSICAL - SPECIFY)

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

JACK KELLY

DAVID “DAVEY” JACOBS

CRUTCHIE(Y) MORRIS

LES JACOBS

SARAH JACOBS

KATHERINE PLUMBER

RACETRACK HIGGINS

SPOT CONLON

ALBERT DASILVA

☆ ROMEO

MUSH MEYES

BUTTONS DAVENPORT

ELMER KAZPRZAK

HENRY

JOJO DE LA GUERRA

☆ SKITTERY

TUMBLER

FINCH CORTEZ

SNIPESHOOTER

BOOTS

SMALLS (MALE OR FEMALE)

OSCAR DELANCEY

MORRIS DELANCEY

NEWSIES

SHIPS / PLATONIC

JACK KELLY X DAVID JACOBS

JACK KELLY X KATHERINE PLUMBER

SARAH JACOBS X KATHERINE PLUMBER

RACETRACK HIGGINS X SPOT CONLON

SPOT CONLON X SARAH JACOBS

MASTERLIST

THE SANDLOT

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

BENNY RODRIGUEZ

SCOTTY SMALLS

MICHAEL “SQUINTS” PALLEDOROUS

ALAN “YEAH-YEAH” MCCLENNAN

SANDLOT BOYS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

BENNY RODRIGUEZ / SCOTTY SMALLS

MASTERLIST

Enjoy this list and make requests if you please. I would love to write more often than I do, so please help me out!

[madaboutmathers]

I loved your story about Eminem x male reader. You did a really great job with the writing. It was sweet and very tastefully done. And in the words of Sebastian Smythe “Super hot”

-🐇

Ahh, thank you so much!! That means a lot xx

[herstarburststories]

OTHERS MASTERLIST

Will include: GMW, The Flash, Grant Gustin, Glee, Cyborg, Superman and hopefully Marvel.

DC

The Flash

Barry Allen:

✘ Waking up with you feels like heaven

✘ Easter Special!Barry giving you an Easter egg

✘ You found her, now go and get her (Barry Allen and Grant Gustin Crossover X Reader)

✘ Let me hear your heartbeat

✘ You left me

● Shorts:

✘ 1 - Pregnant

✘ 2 - Shirtless!Barry

Earth 2 Barry Allen:

✘ Starting Point

● Short:

✘ Easter Special!Shopping easter eggs

Savitar - Dark!Barry:

✘ I wanna be with you even when we’re ghosts

✘ There���s always someone to love you

✘ Can cancer kill an angel?

✘ You’ve lost your pain, congrats!

● Short:

✘ 1 - The kind you save

Superman

• Short:

✘ 1 - Glasses (SOON)

Cyborg

★ Headcanon:

✘ Dating Cyborg would include (SOON)

Marvel

Tony Stark:

Being Tony Stark’s daughter and dating Jason Todd (daughter!reader + marvel/ dc crossover)

Others

Glee

Sebastian Smythe:

✘ No Angel (gender neutral!reader)

✘ Easter Special!Exchanging easter eggs (male!reader)

✘ I wish I was an ostrich (Smut)

✘ Smooth Criminal

✘ Attention (Smut)

✘ I want your colors (Soulmates AU and gender neutral!reader)

✘ Don’t trust the bitch in apartment 23

● Series

✘ His Girl: Part 1  ◈ Part 2  ◈  Part 3  ◈ Part 4 (finished)

● Short

✘ 1 - First Crush (gender neautral!reader)

Hunter Clarington:

✘ Are you gonna be mine?

Girl Meets World

Lucas Friar:

● Short:

✘ Hi!

Actor

Grant Gustin:

✘ The other (PART 2 SOON)

✘ You found her, now go and get her (Grant Gustin and Barry Allen X reader Crossover)

✘ Easter Special!Giving an Easter egg

✘ Brigadeiro

✘ Playing a hero in a crossover with Grant

✘ Dating Chris Stewart (From Grant’s movie: A Mother’s Nightmare)

● Short:

✘ Playing around

━─┈ ✧

SPN Masterlist

Batboys Masterlist

updated: 05/14

[6rookie-writer0110]

Calendar days

Simon Spier x Male Reader

Request- Simon Spier (I think that’s how you spell his name. But from Love, Simon) x Artist or Photographer male reader established relationship? Like first date and domestic fluffy moments?

Simon is feeling very nervous and excited because it's the first date with you. It took him twenty minutes to make up his mind what to wear. Now he starts to fix his hair then you picked him up and he kissed you. You and Simon went to the ice rink, helped each other put on the skates then went towards the rink.

You and Simon hold hands whole ice skating and balance is hard for Simon. He is holding your hand very tight

”You are holding my hand too hard,” You said.

You and Simon stopped and he is standing in front of you. He is holding your arm tight and you feel his grip.

”I’m guessing ice skating is your weakness?” You asked.

”Yeah, pretty much. This is my first-time ice skating and I-I don't know” Simon said.

”Simon, relax. We don't have to do this” You said.

”I want to do it. My first-time ice skating on the first date with my boyfriend, I like it” Simon said.

You and Simon smiled at each other.

”I like how you said boyfriend and first date,” You said.

Simon can't stop smiling at you.

”I’m still feeling nervous but in a good way, if that makes sense,” Simon said.

”I feel the same way. I'm feeling nervous too” You said.

Simon doesn't let go of your hand while skating. A few times he did lose his balance but you catch him fast.

Simon has his arms wrapped around your torso and you are holding him too. Simon is making the first move to kiss you, but it started to rain now you and Simon get out of the rink.

”Great our first date is ruined,” Simon said.

”Not really. We still can do other things and it's only seven” You said.

”What you have in mind?” Simon asked.

You start to think.

”Maybe a movie then we get ice coffee?” You said.

”Sounds perfect,” Simon said.

You and Simon left the ice rink and went to the movie theater. While waiting for the movie to start, you and Simon played a zombie video game now playing the claw machine. You are trying to win a prize for Simon and he is doing the same, win a prize for you.

”I got this for you,” Simon said.

You kissed his cheek and he gave a plush of Brian Griffin.

”My turn,” You said.

”For good luck” Simon said.

He kissed your cheek. It took you two times to win something and you got him, a plush of superman.

”I finally got it,” You said.

”Awesome” Simon said and he gave you a peck on the lips.

You buy the snacks then you and Simon went inside to get the good seats. You and Simon ate half of the snacks during the previews.

In the middle of the movie, you put your arm around him and he lies his head on your chest.

After the movie before going home, you buy ice coffee for Simon. It's still raining, you still walked him to his door.

”I had fun and thanks for the superman plush,” Simon said.

”Told you, the date wasn't over only because it rained” You said.

Simon kissed you and he places his hand on your cheek. You start to kiss him back then his dad Jack opened the door.

”Hey-Woah oh” Jack started to shutter.

You and Simon moved away from each other.

”Hi, Mr. Spier” You shyly said.

”Dad” Simon said.

”I will throw out the trash later. Y/N, maybe stay for dinner next time” Jack said and left.

Simon felt embarrassed and you don't know what to say.

”Your dad seems nice. Does he know?” You said.

”Yeah, they know,” Simon said.

He kissed you again.

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You are in your bedroom drawing and Simon walked in. He touched your arm and you jumped.

”I didn't mean to scare you,” Simon said.

”I was lost in my own world,” You said.

You kissed him.

”What are you drawing?” Simon said.

You gave him your sketchbook and he is looking at your drawing. He always supports your art.

” It's really amazing, babe,” Simon said and you smiled.

”Thanks. I have new drawings, do you want to see it?” You said.

”Yeah sure” Simon said.

You showed him your new drawings, he is loving the details you add.

”You can keep that one,” You said.

You have drawn you and Simon at the ice rink. He smiled and gently touched the drawing.

”It’s our first date,” Simon said.

”Last night I couldn't sleep, I had to draw it. And I went to bed late because I wanted to finish it” You said.

You start to yawn.

”Y/N, thank you. How about we take a nap together? I have been up early because my mom was in a cleaning spree” Simon said.

”I know how that goes,” You said.

Simon takes off his sneakers and he gets comfortable in your bed. Then you get in bed and Simon cuddles with you.

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You and Simon are in pajamas on the couch, eating junk food while watching Arrow when Barry and Oliver first met.

”I ship them together, Oliver and Barry,” You said.

”They are hot but I ship Barry with Snart. Wait, wasn't he on Glee?” Simon said.

”Yeah, he was on glee. He is still hot” You said.

”If you had to chose who it would be Sebastian Smythe or Barry Allen,” Simon said.

”Come on, Simon. I would pick Sebastian but it really will be hard for me to pick. Who would you pick?” You said.

Simon starts to think.

”I like them both but mostly going towards Barry,” Simon said.

You and Simon kept talking about who is hot and who would you pick. You and Simon cuddled on the couch all night watching Arrow and the Flash.

”I know your birthday is next week but I couldn't wait. So, I want to give it to you now” Simon said.

”What is it?” You asked.

”I will be back,” Simon said.

Simon got up went to his room to grab the tickets. He gave you the tickets and you start to read it.

”We are really going to see Beetlejuice on Broadway!?” You asked.

”Yeah. That's your early birthday gift, I remembered you talking about what you wanted to see on Broadway” Simon said.

You stand up hugged him tight and you kissed him passionately.

”You are truly amazing. Thank you so much” You said and kissed him again.

Simon chuckled and he kissed you back.

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Simon is feeling excited about your birthday, it's his first celebrating your birthday with him. He bought candles, cake, and your favorite ice cream flavor. Simon set up the table and he keeps checking the time. You finally came and you followed him to the kitchen

”Happy birthday, Y/N,” Simon said.

You smiled and kissed him.

”I’m glad I'm spending my birthday with you,” You said.

”Tonight my boyfriend definitely looks very handsome,” Simon said.

Simon lights the candles and he takes pictures with you. You and Simon eat cake and ice cream then left to see Beetlejuice.

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You just sighed and you are staring at a blank canvas. You are having an artist’s block and you start to think and think, what to draw or how to even start. But nothing came to mind and Simon walked in and kissed you on the lips.

”What’s wrong?” Simon asked.

He sits next to you.

”I’m stuck. I feel my mind is stuck in a rut and I can't even draw something” You said.

”You are overthinking and that's why you are stuck,” Simon said.

He puts his hand on your knee.

”Yeah. I-I just don't know how to break it. I literally can't draw anything” You said.

Simon starts to think about how to help you.

”I have an idea. Come with me” Simon said.

”Where to?” You asked.

”Just come with me and you will see,” Simon said.

Simon took you to a craft store, where you can do your own pottery for beginners.

”Why are we here?” You asked.

”For you to think outside of the box. Try something different and maybe this can help when we do it together” Simon said.

”We can give it a try,” You said.

You and Simon take lessons together to do pottery. You and Simon did struggle a little bit to get the hang of it. But you are having a good time with him. You tried to make a bowl it's kinda uneven and Simon made a vase. Next, comes the painting

”Thank you. This was fun and I really enjoyed myself. And I didn't feel stuck when we started this” You said.

You gave him a peck on the lips.

”I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. How about after this we get take out and finish watching the flash” Simon said.

”Sounds good to me, babe,” You said.

Simon kissed you. You and Simon keep painting the items.

[prettypincher]

She Sets the City on Fire

Request: A Sebastian smthye imagine with the reader being small and a part of new directions (I'm 4'9"1/2) and they are secretly dating and he sees some carry the reader during a performance and he gets jealous so he sings she sets the city on fire or closer (in front of new directions) and then he kisses them saying she's is his girl(?) -Anonymous

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Notes: PRETEND FINN IS NOT WITH RACHEL RN. Hope you like it!

“Babe.. babe.. baaaaabe!”

“WHAT?”

*record scratch/freeze frame*

“Hi. My name is (y/n) and this is my boyfriend Sebastian. I’m currently trying to study for the big history test coming up and someone is not being very helpful.” 

“Sorry, babe, but I can’t help the fact you’re incredibly gorgeous, you look completely adorable when you’re concentrating and the whole.. situation we have working here isn’t in fact.. working.”

“Yeah. I should probably elaborate. I’m in a club in my school-McKinley High-called Glee. You’ve probably heard of it. We’re called the New Directions and are currently in the middle of a legendary battle with Seb here’s glee club from a neighboring school, the Warblers. Somehow this little idiot convinced me that it would be a good idea for him and I to date.”

“I don’t know, babe. Even if I were the one to convince you, it was pretty easy.”

“Whatever, Warbler. So, now we’re hiding it from our teams because we don’t want any unnecessary drama between the already feuding clubs. Dating in secret definitely has it’s perks, but Sebastian doesn’t exactly like the fact that he can’t ‘flaunt’ me around in public. His words.”

“I just want to be able to show off my best girl like any other sane guy in this world. I don’t really care what your.. friends think of us as long as we can be together. It would be so nice to be able to take you out without having to always be on alert or driving over an hour away.”

“I know, honey, but I don’t think I’m ready to hear what they have to say. Especially Santana and Finn.”

Sebastian scoffs. “Finn? Why would you care what Finn thought? I’m sick of him always hanging around you. It’s time he realizes that you’re mine a-and taken and.. mine.”

“Aww. Is someone getting a little jelly there, baby?’

“No! I just.. want people to know you’re mine.”

“I know, Seb. We’ll tell them soon. I promise.”

“Ok. As long as it’s soon. I’m tired of sneaking. Although, it is kinda hot isn’t it, babe?”

My cheeks turned bright red. “Seb, hush! We don’t talk about that!”

-The next day-

“5! 6! 7! 8! And step! And step! And spin! And drop! And step! And-hey! Guys we have to focus if we want to win at Nationals and beat those wiry Warblers!”

The high and slightly squeaky voice of Rachel Berry rang through the auditorium as she directed the glee club and led everyone through their respective steps.

“Rachel. We’re working really hard and I just think that everyone could use a little break,” Tina tried to reason with the diva, but when does reason ever work with Rachel Berry?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know my passion for this team and club was too much for you. I just want to win. Us! I want us to win.”

Everyone tried to hide either their annoyance or amusement at their female lead. Most failed.

“Ok, Rachel. You win. Let’s run it again.” “Thank you. 5! 6! 7! 8!”

The first notes of Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me reverberated across the auditorium and the stage came a live with song and passion. Mr. Schuester gave me the ‘role’ of Taylor with Finn as respective love interest. Go figure.

The glee club did a wonderful job of playing out the events of Taylor’s music video. Too good of a job. At least according to Sebastian who was hiding in the back of the first floor. He watched as his girlfriend was paraded around the stage portrayed as a love struck girl who had the hots for the exact guy he wanted her to stay away from. As (y/n) stole the stage, Finn held up the newly added male vocals. Sebastian could start to feel the anger and jealousy seeping into his veins. He was about to rage. At the end of the performance, Finn and (y/n) strutted up to each other and demonstrated a stage kiss. You know. The thing where the guys brings his hands up to girl’s face and places his THUMBS OVER HER LIPS AND KISSES HIS FINGERS! Sebastian was mad. He stalked out of the auditorium and made his way to the glee room where he knew everyone would be going after the performance. It was time.

The voices and laughter of the members of McKinley High’s glee club were nearing closer and closer. Sebastian recruited the instrumentalists for a very special performance. She Sets the City on Fire by Gavin Degraw began playing as the New Directions came into sight. (Y/n) was at the front of the group with Finn not far behind. They stopped in their tracks when they saw Sebastian standing in the middle of their choir room.

“Sebastian?” 

“What’s the devil doing here? In our school? In our practice room?’

“Hello to you too, Santana. I’m here to serenade my girlfriend so if you all could take a seat.”

“GIRLFRIEND?!” Everyone was very confused including yourself, but everyone surprisingly listened and took their seats.

“Everybody knows she's a perfect ten

And I'm hanging on tight til the whole thing ends

Cause New York sky don't get much brighter

She sets, she sets the city on fire.”

Sebastian walked up to the group and pulled (y/n) onto her feet. 

“Somebody told me if I'm not careful

Well, this one's gonna roll me

I got my hands full and this one's gonna own me and control me

I'm so mystified

She caught the last train last night, left another note

Saying "see you next time; miss me if you don't"

You look good in your bed; til we meet again

You went through my head and nobody told me so.”

The New Directions were all very confused. How could their sweet little (y/n) fall for such a cold-hearted jerk?

“Everybody knows she's a perfect ten

And I'm hanging on tight til the whole thing ends

Cause New York sky don't get much brighter

She sets, she sets the city on fire

She sets the city on fire

Burns like a million lighters

I'm going up, I couldn't get much higher

She sets, she sets the city on fire.”

As the song went on, the glee club actually started listening and watching. The whole time Sebastian was staring into (Y/n)’s eyes and twirling her around. He looked like a love struck little boy who had fallen in love with what he thought to be an angel. He looked.. kind.

“New scene, next block

She'll be jaywalking right across while the cops talk

Make you feel like a boss when your eyes lock

And you can't stop staring endlessly

She got the whole thing figured out; hits me where it hurts

And I know I might be swinging at a curve

I don't mind it, though, when the lights are low

She can hit the notes wearing my T-shirt.”

Sebastian ended the song with the chorus and everyone was either deep in thought or their jaws were on the ground. Sebastian then began speaking.

“Hello, New Directions. If your public school brains hadn’t caught on yet, (y/n) and I are dating. We’ve been together for 5 months and I felt it was time everyone knew.”

The choir room then exploded with yells and screams. Everyone was upset at because not only did (y/n) not tell them she was dating, but she was dating Sebastian Smythe-glee club enemy #1 and who Santana called Satan.

“Guys, guys! Calm down! This is exactly why we-I-didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d freak out and basically forbid me from seeing him. It’s just.. I know he hasn’t been on your best sides.. ever, but I really, really like him. As in more then I’ve liked any guy before. He’s kind and caring and apparently overprotective and I love him. I just hope you can support me in this and trust that I know what I’m doing.”

All was quiet among (y/n)’s friends. For about three seconds.

“But (y/n), he’s the enemy!” “He has caused nothing but trouble for this team!” “Do you not remember all the insults and threats that came from his own mouth?!’

A loud whistle pierced the shouts and hollers of the enraged glee club, effectively silencing all the voices in the room.

“Excuse me. I’m still quite confused as to what’s happening here. Our little ray of sunshine, (y/n), has chosen the devil himself as her lover. That's complete bull!”

“(Y/n) was trying to say that she cares about all of you just as much as she cares about her own happiness. Actually more! She was scared to tell you because she didn’t want to disappoint any of you, but I’m telling you that there is nothing you have to be disappointed in her about. I love (y/n) with my whole heart. No one has ever made me as happy as she does. She’s loving and passionate and the cutest little alto I have ever met. She completes me and makes be want to be a better person.”

“And he’s gotten better,” you jumped in. “Sebastian has been nothing but swoon worthy throughout our whole relationship. Just a bit annoying sometimes.”

“Hey! I have been a great boyfriend!” “Yes you have, dear, but everyone has their own faults.” “Whatever,” Seb scoffed.

Everyone was watching Sebastian and (y/n) with mild interest and disgust.

“Guys, please. I’m a big girl. I’m not a baby like you all treat me.”

“We know that, (y/n). We’re just shocked you chose our competitor who has continuously tried to demolish us to date,” poor Finn muttered.

“I think they’re cute.”

Eyes widened and stared at Rachel as the seemingly traitorous words slipped from her mouth.

“What? It’s not because Finn has a puppy crush on (y/n). I know she doesn’t like him like that. Obviously. But haven’t you been listening to what they’re saying. They love each other. Who are we to get in the way of that?”

For once everyone agreed with Rachel’s statement. The last bits of resistance drained from the room.

“OK. We’ll support your relationship as long as you know one thing. If you’re doing this to mess with us, hurt our team or just screw up like every guy does and hurt (y/n), you’re are going to suffer. Do you hear me? I will make you want to have never been born, much less have ever met us,” Santana threatened.

“Message received, but my intentions with (Y/n) are completely- ok mostly- innocent. I genuinely love her and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Ever.”

“Fine. Then we give you our blessing. Treat her well.. or you’ll regret it.”

“Ok, Santana. Thanks for you approval,” you tried to calm her.

“Whatever.”

“Thank you all for your cooperation. I was just ready to let everyone know that this angel is mine. I want her to wear my jacket, go on public normal dates with me and not have to hide anything.”

“I love you, my Warbler.”

“I love you too, my angel.”

“...you were a little pitchy in areas.”

“(Y/N)!”

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

XX ~ S.S. (Part one: Good Morning)

A/n: Request from this prompt list. (Anon I love you) y’all know me. I didn’t pick. Be prepared for all of these prompts in a mini series because YES.

Request: “...1, 7, and/or 46 for seb” from anon

Word Count: 4200+

MASTERLIST

~ Kiss good morning ~

It was after rehearsals that Sebastian finally found space to get Y/n alone again. He walked next to the team leader, quiet for a moment until they reached the front of the school. Sebastian paused, thinking Y/n was going to head toward the parking lot and being surprised that he turned to the road instead. He was walking. "You're not actually walking home are you?"

Y/n stopped, turning to look at him with amusement. "Does that personally offend you?"

"Yes," Sebastian answered immediately. Y/n scoffed and went to turn away but Sebastian wasn't having that. "Let me give you a ride."

Y/n only turned back to give him a 'absolutely never' look. "Do I look stupid to you?"

"Yes," Sebastian answered without hesitation again. "You're going to turn down my kindness just to walk home? You're wearing a suit Y/n and it's hot outside. You're going to die before you get home. I don't care how close you are."

He... had a point, Y/n couldn't lie. "Fine," he sighed. "But I swear to god no funny business Bas, I don't have time-"

"Funny business?" Sebastian crooned. "I would never." Y/n had to swallow a groan as he got in the car. It was quiet only a second before Sebastian motioned to the radio. "Turn on whatever you want to." Y/n was surprised. He flipped through the stations for a few minutes before he found something he liked. Sebastian shot Y/n a look but the other boy immediately looked out the window. "'Break My Heart' by Dua Lipa huh?"

"It's a great song," was all Y/n said.

Sebastian chuckled. They listened to the song for a while, but only halfway through Sebastian had something else to say. "Mind if we stop by my house really quick? I realized I was heading that way on autopilot, but I need to grab something anyway."

Y/n swallowed. It had been his own fault, not making sure they were going the right way. He'd been thinking too much and had a tendency to forget that people didn't just automatically know things that came so mechanically to him. At this point he'd feel annoying for saying no. "Sure, it's your car."

A smile tugged at Sebastian's lips. Y/n didn't like the implication of the expression after what had been said. Almost like, 'damn right it is.'

They pulled into a very nice estate. For Lima, Ohio, the place almost had a New York vibe - if it hadn't been in the middle of back hill suburbia. "You want to come in with me?" Y/n hesitated only a second before nodding. Why not? He was intrigued what the inside of Sebastian Smythe's house looked like.

The inside looked like the bachelor pad to make all bachelor pads. It was sparsely decorated in bland colors, and neat. It was spacious though, and pretty nice. Most of the walls were just windows, and Y/n briefly wondered if that had been a thing already on the house, or something that Sebastian had renovated. Designs weren't like that in most of Ohio. The upstairs didn't have the same window walls though which was interesting. Obviously one of them had be have been changed, right?

Everywhere Y/n looked it screamed 'single man'. It was kind of impressive.

Y/n leaned against the counter as Sebastian quickly went up the stairs, disappearing into the floor above. Left alone, Y/n wandered a little bit. He crossed his arms over his chest, afraid to accidentally touch anything. He had watched Sebastian take off his shoes, just slipping them off at the door before walking across the carpet - like it was mindless habit. So Y/n had followed suit and was now wandering in his socks, eyes taking in all the books on the shelf in the little front area that was kind of like a living room, and the small kitchen. He paused before slowly moving his hand to the counter, letting his fingers run across the surface. Cool, smooth.

The place was clean. Not in the way that it seemed Sebastian obsessively clean, or like he never made a mess in the house. There was wear and tear hear and there and it was filled out just enough that it was obvious Sebastian lived here. Enjoyed being here. The impression it left was that Sebastian was one of those people who cleaned after himself as he made a mess. Like those people who washed their dishes right after using them and always knew exactly where to put anything - like the second he put down a book he was reading, for example, he placed it on the space it had left on the shelf from where he'd pulled it before.

The impact this had on Y/n was that he smiled, enjoying the aura of the place, but also was terrified of touching anything anyway because he didn't want to ruin Sebastian's seem less system going on. It obviously worked, and Sebastian did a very good job, and Y/n would feel horrible if he messed something up.

Eventually Y/n looked back toward the stairs, his eyebrows coming together. It had been about twenty minutes and Sebastian still hadn't come back down or even said anything. He had just disappeared upstairs and that was it. Y/n hadn't wanted to pry by following him potentially into his room, but now he hovered. There was nothing else to do and boredom was edging at his mind. That mixed with the biting curiosity growing inside of him, it was hard to stay in place. He tried to, he really did, but eventually he gave in and climbed the stairs.

At the top, there were three rooms in a very small, short hallway. Two doors were open, revealing only a fraction of what seemed to be a bedroom. The other room was obviously a bathroom.

Y/n hesitated only a second longer before pushing the ajar door leading to the bedroom open a little wider. If Sebastian wasn't here he would go into the third room, but there was something that felt like crossing a line when it came to a completely closed door - something that intimidated him. Thankfully, he didn't have to go into the closed door. The room he went into had what he was looking for. There stood Sebastian.

Shirtless.

Y/n blushed, freezing solidly. He looked away as Sebastian turned as the sound of the door lightly tapping against the wall as it opened completely. Y/n spent a split second noticing how lived-in the room was. A bit messier than the front room or kitchen. It was a master bedroom, and had a closet and a bathroom as well as a big window that currently had the curtains drawn. The bed was unmade and messy, with maroon sheets and a single pillow even though the bed could have fit two people.

Y/n looked back at Sebastian, wanting to roll his eyes at the smirk that was on the other boy's face. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

"Haven't you ever heard of not leaving a guest waiting?" Y/n shot back immediately. Sebastian's hair was wet. Less than it might have been though, as it seemed Sebastian had taken a towel to it, trying to dry it faster. Sebastian ran a hand through the strands, taming them slightly. Y/n immediately thought of his it might feel and had to distract himself. "What happened to you having to get something really fast? It's been twenty minutes. You showered."

Sebastian chuckled, a little sheepish. "Being in a uniform all day isn't sexy after a while," he explained. "It's gross. I always shower after school. And I didn't lie, I came here on autopilot and figured we were close and I wanted to get out of that uniform so-" he shrugged.

Y/n rose an eyebrow. "Are you germaphobic?"

"No." Sebastian laughed and Y/n would lie if he didn't say it was beautiful. "I just don't like being super sweaty, and although the Dalton uniforms look fantastic, they also aren't especially comfortable."

Despite himself, Y/n smiled a little. "Fair enough." He hesitated in the doorway a second as they stood there. It was then that Y/n registered Sebastian wearing not his usual Dalton slacks, but a casual pair of sweatpants. He looks so different without gel in his hair and the uniform on him. So much lighter. Like all that stuff had weighed him down a little. Y/n wondered if it was the aura of responsibility and boredom that naturally came with school that had changed Sebastian just a little. It was well known that the boy was one for jokes and fun and being reckless and irresponsible. He must have been bored out of his mind and agitated beyond belief at school.

Maybe that was why he was such an ass.

Y/n cleared his throat, looking away. "I should be going home now."

Sebastian shrugged. "I mean you don't have to if you don't want to. Let me finish getting dressed and we can go."

Looking back, Y/n rose an eyebrow as he smiled a little. "You're not going to take another half an hour or something to do your hair are you?"

Once again, Sebastian laughed. "No, I'll be down really soon. Right behind you. Promise." Y/n nodded before leaving, quickly moving out of the room and down the stairs. Once there he felt suddenly uncomfortable in his own uniform. He so badly wanted to relax and unwind. He wanted to shower too, and get into something comfy. Being clean and comfortable in a house like this must have been heaven - Y/n could picture why Sebastian would been inclined toward it.

As promised Sebastian was soon downstairs, leaving Y/n very little time to wallow in his itching to settle into this place. He went home and that was the end of it.

For now.

After that, Sebastian started to take Y/n home everyday. Eventually they got comfortable enough with each other that they started to talk on their drive. Y/n learned that Sebastian was a middle child, and several siblings. His parents lived in Paris, but had given him a place to live when he had expressed he wanted to try to go to school in America. His siblings were scattered all over the world, except the youngest who was only ten and still lived with their parents. Sebastian liked living alone, liked being in control of his space and his life like that. Sebastian learned that Y/n was the oldest of a whole gaggle of kids. His birth parents were separated and remarried, and Y/n lived with his mom and step dad and their four kids who were all severely younger than Y/n. His siblings were a bit scattered too, but in chunks. He had the siblings he lived with, and the siblings of his dad's current wife, and then another brother who lived in a different state entirely from his dad's second marriage. The one after Y/n's mom but before the current wife. Apparently his was a bit unhinged.

When Sebastian first shared his appreciation of all the freedom he had, Y/n followed it up with mention that he had very little freedom at all. His parents weren't especially strict just hovered a LOT, leaving him little room to breathe. Y/n remarked on how nice Sebastian's house was, and how he wanted his own house to be like that one day when he moved out. That's what inspired Sebastian to suggest Y/n could start coming over. They could do homework together. Y/n could maybe bring a change of clothes so he wouldn't have tl wear his uniform longer than necessary. This lead to Sebastian picking Y/n up in the mornings too, when Y/n agreed. He left the change of clothes in the back seat.

To say the tension between the boys sky rocketed was an understatement. It didn't only grow, it changed too. Rather than anger and irritation and bedroom eyes - this unknown void of flame you stood at the edge of and looked down into with eyes filled with terror - the energy between them became softer. More like joking and teasing. Almost like friendly banter, but with crooked smiles and knowing looks and inside jokes that were said with flirty tones and lingering touches neither shied away from. Like falling backwards with your eyes close but landing in your bed after only a second of free fall. Less dangerous, and far more just addictive and pleasant. The other Warblers went from desperately wanting to see the explosion and praying they'd fuck to release all the choking tension that followed them everywhere they both ended up, and ended up... genuinely shipping them.

Suddenly everyone was jokingly calling Y/n and Sebastian the Warbler parents. They were a power couple without having ever held hands or kissed or slept together. They were inseparable. A duo. Friends... but lacking any sense of platonicness between them. A lot more fun though, and much more pleasant to be around.

It finally happened once day when they were hanging out after school. Y/n's parents had long since gotten used to him being out very late, and always because he was over at Sebastian's. Right now they sat as the sun set through the windows, shining all around them and coloring everything. Sebastian was quietly watching a show, feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him and his arm draped on the back of the couch, stretching behind Y/n. Y/n sat forward. He had his legs criss-crossed, a laptop on his legs and a notebook propped on the arm of the couch next to him. He was tapping a pencil against his cheek, trying to do homework.

'Trying' being the word because he was having a very hard time actually doing it.

Y/n sighed heavily when his phone started ringing. He pulled the thing out, answering only because he saw it was Blaine. "Hey B, what's up?"

"Okay so I understood the whole missing coffee with me in the mornings now because you got a ride," Blaine went off immediately. "But the fact that you're ditching me for Sebastian Smythe?"

Y/n cringed. So he had finally found out. "Ah, yeah, about that-"

"Are you guys sleeping together?"

"What?" Y/n stood from the couch, moving further into the house. Past the kitchen there was another one of those small hallways that Y/n had first discovered upstairs. It only leas the the back door, but it was enough that Y/n could lean against the wall and have some privacy. "Not that it's any of your business, but no," Y/n finally answered, staying quiet.

Blaine was quiet for a few seconds. "Are you over at his house right now?"

Y/n swallowed, taking breaths through his nose. He never liked confrontation, and being grilled like this was setting him on edge. "Blaine what the hell is going on? Last time I checked I don't answer to you."

Immediately Blaine groaned. "He's bad news Y/n, do not get involved with a man like that! He flirted with me when we first me too. When I told him I had a boyfriend he told me that he didn't care if I didn't. He's a total scum bag."

"A hot scum bag," Y/n mumbled, pouting. He was being a bit childish but it was such a relief to admit it that he didn't even stop himself.

Blaine, who seems to understand the sentiment, sighs a very long time. “Not hot enough to be worth it.”

Y/n snorted in amusement. “Yeah well it doesn’t matter it’s not like that anyway. He hasn’t even made a move on me other than when we sing together and even then I think it’s just because he likes to put on a show to everyone watching. We hang out all the time, and all he does is put his arm across the couch behind me - it’s actually nothing.”

For a second, Blain didn’t say anything. “I don’t know Y/n...”

That pushed a button for Y/n. Why did Blaine feel the need to decide who could and couldn’t be Y/n’s friend? “Look I know you’re not his biggest fan, but you’ve interacted with him what - once? Twice? I think I know him a lot better than you, and I know myself too. I’m not an idiot.”

“I didn’t say you were,” Blaine rushed immediately, his tone dropping as he seemed to be growing irritated too. “You just also might be a little too close to him for this. He’s gonna sleep with you and then leave and -“

“Oh he’s GOING to sleep with me?” Y/n scoffed again, this time with far less lightheartedness about it. “You know what, I appreciate you looking out for me. I do. But don’t worry yourself. I’m not super emotionally involved in this boy, we just hang out okay? You’re not going to have to pretend to beat him up to cheer me up, or pick up all the pieces of my poor broken heart. I’m a big boy - I’ll be fine.”

Blaine sighed, this time short and quiet. “Okay Y/n. I gotta go do homework, talk to you later yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/n grumbled, toe fidgeting with the carpet. The phone call ended and he moved back into the front room. He glared at the computer for a few seconds, unable to do any work. He was now aware of Sebastian’s arm, still stretching behind him, much more than he was before.

“You okay?” Y/n looked over, startled slightly. Sebastian was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. For once he wasn’t smiling. He looked almost serious - enough that it was a little jarring.

“I’m fine,” Y/n reassured. “I just have protective friends who treat me like I’m nine years old or something.” He rolled his eyes. “Like if I want to see a guy I will. Which isn’t even the point - he’s just making assumptions and giving me advice for a situation that isn’t happening.” Y/n pursed his lips, looking away. “I don’t know. Blaine and I used to be super close, but then he left. And.... he changed, and I didn’t. We got coffee together every morning but at most it was small talk - unless some big drama happened or he wanted to rant about Kurt. And it doesn’t help that I’m painfully single-“ Y/n cut off, shaking his head. “Sorry don’t mind me.” He laughed a little at himself.

Sebastian, who was now smiling just a little, dismissed the apology. “No need to say sorry, I love hearing gossip.” Y/n shot him a look and Sebastian chuckled. “Okay okay, jokes aside. If you want someone to talk about, someone to hold over him, score someone and then do it. Don’t stop yourself from doing something just because you want to be polite or whatever - he’s obviously not.”

Y/n smirked, amused at the ease in which Sebastian suggested such a thing. “You say that like I have guys lining up to date me.”

“All you need is one,” Sebastian followed up immediately. He hadn’t missed a single beat.

Raising an eyebrow, Y/n leaned toward him. “And who exactly do you suggest? I don’t have anyone lining up for my attention and-“

Words were lost in Y/n’s throat as Sebastian leaned forward and kissed him. His body reacted immediately, so quick and eager that Y/n was genuinely surprised. It was like a dam had broken - suddenly months of tension and play flirting and going back and forth were surging through hun with force and he was drowning. He was slave to this man, unable to help himself from soaking up every single second he was allowed.

Sebastian seemed completely fine offered every single second currently at his disposal. It was a long time before they finally parted, Sebastian grinning and Y/n barely able to sort his thoughts or even open his eyes. “You’ve always had one, Y/n,” Sebastian reminded softly, his voice still silky smooth but a lot less solid than it usually was.

Y/n looked at Sebastian for a few beats, then swallowed. “Well, if that’s how you want it to go - why don’t you give me something to talk about? Unless a kiss cuts it. I don’t think anyone will be the slightest surprised about that.”

Sebastian’s eyes danced with mischief. “Are you sure?”

Y/n didn’t want to let his thoughts orient themselves so he could answer that. He just kissed Sebastian again, and this time Sebastian let the storm rage. The rest is history.

Waking up in Sebastian Smythe’s bed was next level head spinning regret. Not that Y/n wasn’t extremely glad last night had happened, he just hated to admit it, especially to himself.

He couldn’t wipe the stupid smile on his face. It was so warm and comfortable, unlike anything Y/n had imagined. And Sebastian was good in bed too. But, obviously. No one thought Sebastian Smythe would be bad in bed.

God he couldn’t think. Everything was brighter than he remembered it being yesterday. Had he slept in? Checking his phone revealed that he had woken up the same time he did every morning. 6am, two hours before school. Sitting up also revealed that Sebastian was not in the bed next to him.

Y/n slid out of bed. He had ended up falling asleep with a pair of pajama pants Sebastian leant him. Sebastian apparently showered at night. It was convenient, as Y/n had been invited to join. He had. He wasn’t even ashamed. Should he be ashamed?

Pushing the raging thoughts out of his head, Y/n went downstairs to see where Sebastian had gone. He got about hallways down the steps before smelling the food. His eyebrows arched in surprise as he continued to the lower level, settling on crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Sebastian Smythe of all people. Cooking breakfast.

“How early do you get up?”

Sebastian turned, shamelessly checking Y/n out before responding. By the way Sebastian’s eyes lingered and he swallowed before responding, it could be assumed he was remembering last night as well. “I get up at 4 every morning. It takes effort to look as good as me and I like to have the time. I woke up an hour later today because of you. I’m behind schedule.” He didn’t seem put off though - his eyes shone, smirk edging into grin territory.

Y/n made a sound that was half snort and half laughing, rolling his eyes. He had never seen Sebastian quite like this. More playful and I dare say even adorable. Younger, even. Actually his age, instead of the overly mature college student vibes he usually gave off.

“I’m sorry to be such an inconvenience.” Y/n approached slowly, not sure how to wade through this very new territory.

“Please,” Sebastian dismissed. “After last night the least I can do is let it slide.” He winked. “And make you breakfast. You want some?”

Y/n was surprised once again. This all felt so... domestic, almost. So different from the playboy flirt everyone saw Sebastian as. What even Y/n had thought he’d be. “Sure.”

Sebastian nodded and finished with what he was doing. Y/n could see the packages of most of the food, so it wasn’t made from scratch or anything, but it was eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes so Y/n could let it slide. A full, proper breakfast played very well and delivered with a glass of orange juice and syrup. “For the pretty boy at the counter. Usually I would insist no shirt, no shoes, no service but for this view... not only do you get some, I’ll hand it over for free.” Y/n laughed as Sebastian walked around the countertop Y/n sat at, on a stool. Soon they were seated right next to each other.

It was a pleasant, quiet meal. Y/n was humming some song he couldn’t remember the title of and Sebastian listened - for once, completely quiet. When they finished Y/n hopped down from the stool, gathering all the dishes and taking them to the sink. Sebastian watched, some unreadable expression on his face.

When Y/n finished, he turned to see Sebastian had moved a lot closer. Now he leaned forward, kissing Y/n like he had yesterday. This time it wasn’t as fast and messy and passionate though. It was soft and slow and even sweet. When he leaned away they were both smiling. “Good morning, Y/n.”

Y/n blushed. “Good morning to you too.” He fidgeted with his hands a second. “I should... get ready.” Sebastian gave him space and Y/n was off. His mind was racing the entire time though. This morning had been so unlike anything Y/n has possible imagine.

Perhaps there was much more to Sebastian Smythe than just what met the eye. Y/n found himself extremely curious and willing to do just about anything to find out.

tag list: @jooniefluff

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

Glee Masterlist

Sebastian Smythe:

- Skirt (Smut)

William Schuester:

- Extra Credit (Smut)

Sam Evans:

- Yes, Mr. Evans. (Smut)

- Happy Valentine's Day. (Smut)

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Want You Bad ~ S.S. (part 1)

A/n: The way that I promised and even started a Barry Allen fic and then got irritated with WestAllen and ended up looking at other Grant Gustin characters and that lead me to Glee, where I instantly became absolutely obsessed with Sebastian Smythe... and now we’re here. Please god help me I’m such a fucking gay idiot.

Word Count: 4600+

Warnings: Male reader as per usual, but this time he’s trans. Some themes of emotional isolation and loneliness. A bit of a lack of self appreciation. Gay boys being gay.

It was ironic in a way that all this drama between Kurt, Blaine, and Sebastian was happening, when something quite familiar had happened the previous year between Blaine, Kurt, and Y/n. Y/n had been crushing on Kurt for years, and when it had come out on accident right when Blaine and Kurt had gotten together, it was an understatement to say that it was a bit of a showdown for the best man. Obviously in the end Blaine had pulled ahead when it had come out that Y/n was trans. The forceful outing had made Y/n slide back into the shadows for a while, and it had allowed Blaine and Kurt to get closer and move past it.

The thing was, it wasn’t exactly news that Y/n was trans. He had figured it all out in middle school, and had moved to town as a new kid his freshman year. He was one of the original Glee kids, and had told them the deal very early on. He had been so honest back then that Kurt had been taken completely by surprise that the boy had been able to keep anything secret that long, let alone feelings like that. No, the problem hadn’t been the Glee kids - it had been everyone else.

Everything was sideways now though, because these days Blaine was being flirted with by a new member of his old singing group, the Warblers. Sebastian, said newest member and captain of the group, had relentlessly pursued Blaine in a way that not even Y/n had gone after Kurt. The thing was, Kurt and Blaine were together. SUPER together. Y/n had known when to cut his losses - Sebastian didn’t seem to be stepping down.

The Warbler captain did seem to be slowly adjusting his attention though.

Y/n was incredibly good at pining. He could hide any of those sorts of feelings, no matter how strong they were. People didn’t notice if he didn’t want them to. He was an excellent actor. Either that, or people didn’t pay any attention to him… Maybe it was a combination of both.

The point was, when the very first day Y/n’s mind had been swimming with all consuming thoughts about how absolutely gorgeous and alluring Sebastian was, he thought it was harmless. If worse came to worst, Sebastian was distracted by Blaine, he didn’t have to be worried about being found out and exploited. That must have made Y/n lower his guard. That was the only explanation. It was definitely not that Sebastian Smythe was paying special attention to him. Seeing him, for real, and noticing him. Not when Blaine was right there. Because Y/n had already more than well learned that he always, ALWAYS came second place to Blaine. Maybe even more than second.

It was that thought that kept Y/n strong for so long. That Sebastian was defaulting to next best. The next available guy who was into guys. Because it was Sebastian - who was he if he didn’t flex how charming and attractive he was; if he couldn’t easily and immediately seduce anyone his pretty eyes landed on? A complete sureness of all of that kept Y/n strong through every showdown between New Directions and the Warblers. It kept him distant when Y/n had visited Dalton Academy like he did every year and ran into the snobby brunette.

Dalton had been the school he’d WANTED to go to, but it hadn’t worked out and then he’d been part of the GLEE program, and now he usually just went because the campus was beautiful… and because they had pianos everywhere, and he could get some quiet and privacy. He had a job after school at the school’s library, and had satiated his yearning for a while, but being on shift didn’t allow him much time to wander or explore, so sometimes he even came on his days off. Because he was a familiar face, no one asked many questions unless they were a student. Very few Dalton students knew about Y/n; Blaine hadn’t when things with Kurt had gotten going. It had been the reason there had been so much drama when Y/n had liked Kurt. Now it was mostly just a place to get away from everything - especially with Blaine and Kurt tucked away back at McKinley.

Of course Sebastian had to ruin that too.

Y/n’s language was music - like so many of his friends. It had always been that way. When everything fell away or things just went so very wrong, he always had music. It was what consumed him when he’d been figuring out his identity. When he and his parents had been on the fritz and he’d moved in with his grandma. He was terrible at words normally, and tended to ramble and then completely fall off the thought train. But music… it just made sense. So when he had feelings that he couldn’t quite wrap his heart or head around, he always found himself with a piano or a guitar. His grandma had gotten sick and his guitar had finally broken beyond repair, and he didn’t have the money for a new one. So he’d chanced a free day Dalton.

His fingers found the keys, and his mind reeled through his shaky home life and financial struggle and the stress at school and the tension between all his friends and the unending unhappy endings he was dealt. But of course, that’s not where his mind landed on. No, his thoughts drifted to better things. He hated dwelling on the negative, and it had often lead him to daydreaming. Now, all he could think of was a confident smirk and a tall figure. Eyes that caught yours and refused to look away, a voice that moved through you and left you cold when it was quiet. He thought of Sebastian because he was an idiot with a taste for the men he could never have, and those men only. And he hated that… so what was he to do but sing about it?

“This town is colder now. I think it's sick of us. It's time to make our move. I'm shakin' off the rust, I've got my heart set on anywhere but here. I'm staring down myself, counting up the years. Steady hands just take the wheel. Every glance is killing me. Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead.”

He thought of the moments that Sebastian’s eyes slid off of Blaine and landed on him. Y/n had sworn so many times that Sebastian’s eyes got a little brighter, his smile a little warmer. A little less poisoned dagger and a little more prince charming. He thought of that feeling he always got, that Blaine had always been a bit of a game for Sebastian. He was hot, and talented and everyone thought he was the shit. Of COURSE Sebtastian would go for him; and no one ever told him no. It was always about proving that. That no one would truly tell him no. But with Y/n… maybe it was a daydream to think that someone like that could ever want anything else - especially with someone like him.

“Stop and stare - I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere. Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared but I've become what I can't be. Stop and stare; you start to wonder why you're here not there and you'd give anything to get what's fair. But fair ain't what you really need… Oh, can you see what I see?”

It was frustrating to think that it was all in his head. It had to be. He had to hold onto that surety that it was, because in the end Sebastian was manipulative and had no hesitation to ruin a perfectly good relationship, which meant he had no respect or care for them. And if that were the case, how did one ever expect to have one with him? He wasn’t interested. Not really. But sometimes… man, sometimes, Y/n thinks about just throwing it all away. Maybe New Directions was his family, but… there was something about the Warblers. Something that made Y/n think, and not just about Sebastian. Secretly, he was still that middle schooler yearning for a school and a blazer that was an eternity above where he was allowed to even dream about. It got him, watching them. He imagined performing with them. And maybe the idea of having Sebastian at his side. The idea of performing WITH him instead of against him…

“They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push. Untie the weight tags I never thought I could. Steady feet don't fail me now, I'm gonna run till you can't walk… But something pulls my focus out, and I'm standing down.”

He knew where he belonged. He thought of the memories he’d had in the last four years. He thought of the performances and the bonding. The people he’d leant on, who didn't hesitate to pull him up. The people who had leant on him in turn. The trust. The bonds they’d all formed. And yeah, maybe there was the blonde cheerleading coach from hell, and the busted pianos and the slushies and the bullying… but it was worth it. Wasn’t it?

“Stop and stare - I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared, but I've become what I can't be. Stop and stare - You start to wonder why you're here not there and you'd give anything to get what's fair. But fair ain't what you really need. Oh, you don't need.”

It didn’t matter though, because he’d missed his chance. He was still at the same school and it was his junior year. It didn’t matter, whatever dreams he’d had as a kid and how ragingly jealous he’d been of Blaine, and how angry it had made him when Blaine had just up and left the Warblers - throwing away the one thing that Y/n wanted most like it was nothing. None of this was new of course. It had been there for years, and he’d successfully accepted his defeat until now. Until his mind had created new images, new fantasies. Impossibilities of a life with a boy who probably wanted nothing to do with him. A boy who probably only looked at him on accident, or to intimidate him as Sebastian did to every one of the other members too. It was absolutely no reason to imagine himself in better places. Places like Sebastian’s arms. Tucked into his side. Because that was what this was all REALLY about wasn’t it?

“Stop and stare - I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared, but I've become what I can't be… Oh, do you see what I see?”

No one did see what Y/n saw, and he knew that. Because no one was an idiot. No one was a big, massive moron. Not as big and not as massive as Y/n was. And he really was, for concocting a fantasy like this. One so painful and delicious and sweet and alluring and dark and twisted. One that gave him everything he wanted, and taunted at a life he craved more than anything. One that he ached to wake up from. A dream that slipped through his fingers every time he actually tried to grab it again.

Y/n closed his eyes as the song ended, letting his forehead lean on the top of the piano.

“You know, with talent like that I cannot believe New Directions never gives you any front spots.” Y/n sat up and spun around on the piano bench, eyes wide. There was Sebastian Smythe, the devil himself. What caught Y/n’s attention was that Sebastian seemed to be a bit dressed down. He obviously didn’t have anything going on today; he was in a plain t-shirt and jeans. He still seemed to have the same power and air that the blazer commanded, and it was only then that Y/n realized it was the Warblers themselves that had the confidence to take control of an entire audience. It had nothing to do with the blazers. The uniform just united all of them in a single moment. Sebastian chuckled at Y/n’s speechless staring. “You pop into my school out of the blue, and you’re the one struck speechless at seeing me?”

Looking away, Y/n focused on the piano keys. It was easier to think without looking at Sebastian, especially as he was now, with his hair all loose and a little messy. It looked soft, and Y/n had the urge to run his fingers through it. So he softly touched the piano keys, not playing them but acting out one of his favorite songs to play as a kid: Heart and Soul. He had the song so memorized that in his moment of panic it was the one he turned to in order to distract himself. “I don’t have pianos at home, and I work in the library so I’m allowed to be here after hours. Not the same case at my school.”

“I’ve never seen you in the library,” Sebastian pointed out.

That made Y/n smile. “Probably because they usually stick me in the back with the work no one else wants to do. I like to do that stuff because it helps me busy my mind. A bunch of meaningless, time consuming work to pass a few hours? It’s kind of therapeutic. I mostly do filing and labeling. Keeping track of late books, reshelving after we close. Going around and making sure all the misplaced books find their home.” He shrugged. 

Sebastian hummed thoughtfully. “Sounds boring.”

“It’s a nice change of pace,” Y/n joked. “With all the constant, unending drama that doesn’t wait for you to breathe before it goes throwing everything off kilter again.” He scoffed. “You’d think we’d all learn to grow the hell up by now.” When it was quiet long enough, Y/n looked back at the doorway, mostly expecting Sebastian to have left. But no, he still leaned against the door frame, watching Y/n with a weird expression on his face. “What?” Y/n asked, his eyebrows coming together as he began to feel self conscious.

Sebastian shook his head, beginning to smile. “Why are you wasting time with New Directions?”

Y/n fiddled with his fingers. “Listen Sebastian, not everyone’s rich and gets whatever they want okay?” It was meant to be a dig, something to snap at him and attempt in some way to put the kid in his place. Wake him up to the harsh reality that was everyone else…

Of course there was one mistake in that. “So you wanted to come to Dalton and be a Warbler?”

Well shit. Y/n was a bad liar, so he didn’t even try. “That’s not the point.” Sebastian smirked and Y/n sighed. “Look maybe once I did. Especially when Blaine was leading the whole thing. The Warblers were…” He shrugged. “You guys were this unbreakable, united force. Everyone had a part and each part built on the others. It was fun and united. With New Directions, sometimes I feel like we’re crabs in a box. It’s hard to satiate a wanting to be part of something when all that something does is make you feel even more alone.” He shifted as the mood dropped slightly. He knew it was probably a mistake to tell Sebastian this. Goddamnit, big mouth. “Anyway, you got your new gossip, you can go now okay? You don’t need to pretend to be interested.”

“Who said I was pretending?” Y/n looked at him with narrowed eyes, making Sebastian chuckle. “Listen I know as much as the next person that I’m hot, and how that’s most of my personality-”

“The rest of your personality being that you’re rich?” Y/n quipped.

Sebastian smiled wider. “Something like that. I’m not really a nice person or whatever, but it’s only because it’s incredibly boring. Causing a little bit of trouble is fun. I mean, come on, you’ve never fought for something you wanted and gotten a little carried away?” Y/n looked away, thinking about Kurt. “That’s what I thought. It’s part of being young. You’re a little stupid. A little reckless. Spices things up. I have the rest of my life to be an adult, and I don’t have nearly as much time to get there as I want to.”

Y/n looked over, an eyebrow raised. “Are you being sincere with me right now?”

“Don’t think too much about it,” Sebastian dead panned. Y/n smiled, despite himself, and the Warbler seemed to see that as a sort of victory. “Listen I think Santana and that girl group at your school was onto something. Family or friendship or whatever isn’t everything. Loyalty is important, of course, but when it holds you back from something you deserve? It’s stupid. If you want to be a Warbler, you should be. You have the talent to be, just not the means. And I mean, how easy would it be to fix that?”

That took Y/n by surprise. “What are you thinking?”

Sebastian smirked, mischief dancing in his eyes. “You have talent, Y/n, and you’re wasting it in that joke of a club. You need to be part of a real group that actually appreciates you. You should join us. I mean, you’re back up in every single song with those guys. You have, what, one solo for fifteen seconds? If they won’t appreciate you, then we will.”

Y/n sighed. “I don’t know Sebastian, I-”

“Come on.” Sebastian pushed off the door frame, sitting on the bench next to Y/n, and Y/n’s muscles tensed. “I heard the rumor about your little crush on Kurt, by the way.” Y/n went red in the face. “Listen, we understand each other. I don’t know what you see in Kurt, but I know what it’s like to want. I can’t imagine how isolated you must feel to accept that loss. Myself, I’ve never been on to take no as an answer. I more lose interest in the question.”

Y/n looked at the piano, and in a sort of panic, began to play. For some insane reason, what popped into his mind was Closer by the Chainsmokers. His brain was working against him and he was about to lose it.

To make it even worse, when Y/n seemed focused on just playing the notes, the lyrics came in and he began - now having to focus on that as well.

“Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you. I drink too much, and that's an issue, but I'm okay. Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them, but I hope I never see them again-”

He felt Sebastian press their shoulders together, and the other boys’ eyes never left Y/n’s face. Y/n focused on the notes and keys he was singing and playing even more to give himself a thing to hold onto. Anything other than those eyes boring into him now.

“I know it breaks your heart. Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and. Four years, no calls, now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I can't stop. No, I can't stop.”

Sebastian’s hand pressed against Y/n’s leg, and there was something extremely suggestive about it, even though it was only the side and nearer to Y/n’s knee than anywhere scandalous. Y/n swallowed, eyes locking on the keys at his fingers. He had to focus. He had to clear his mind. He had to figure this out, with a clear mind and a serious consideration. It was impossible to have either of those things when Sebastian was so insanely distracting like this. His fingers danced purely out of habit, and Y/n couldn’t help the way his heart raced and his eyebrows knitted in concentration. The lyrics came in a breathless tone, but as they came smoothly and on note, Y/n counted it as a win.

“So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover that I know you can't afford. Bite that tattoo on your shoulder. Pull the sheets right off the corner of that mattress that you stole from your roommate back in Boulder - We ain't ever getting older-”

It became impossible to do anything other than play the piano in this slow, accidentally flirty way Y/n was managing. Sebastian’s hand moved from the side of Y/n’s leg to the other side of the bench, his chest pressing into Y/n’s shoulder. Sebastian’s arm pressed against Y/n’s back as he leaned on it, moving closer to Y/n as the song indicated. The bold Warbler even rested his chin on Y/n’s shoulder, eyes still locked on him, except now Y/n could feel Sebastian’s breath on his neck. He shivered, and the words he was singing trembled momentarily.

“We ain't ever getting older-”

Sebastian’s other hand found It’s place in Y/n’s lap, and even trying his best to focus on the little performance he was giving, he was very much aware of it.

Sebastian had never once been like this with Blaine. Maybe it differed from person to person, the way he flirted, but it felt so absolutely absurd. If anyone came in, it would look intimate and maybe even cute - a couple at the piano. But it wasn’t. Y/n felt like he wasn’t only being watched. He was about to be consumed. And weirdly… he didn’t want to stop it. Even more, he wanted it to happen so badly it was about to drive him completely insane. He found all those fantasies of being just like this with Sebastian swimming in his head, singing an idea that he was itching to reach for. Sebastian was intoxicating, and the idea of being able to experience this even more as a Warbler… it was like someone had just told him Santa was real.

“We ain't ever getting older.”

There was a soft chuckle from Sebastian, and Y/n almost stopped, distracted by the fact that he could feel Sebastian’s chest moving. Could feel his breath. Could feel the smile that he knew was there, the one that was burned into his mind, even if he couldn’t see it. And then he forgot the next words, because his brain was swimming with Sebastian… but it didn’t matter because Sebastina picked up the next verse... and everything somehow got even worse.

“You look as good as the day I met you, I forget just why I left you, I was insane. Stay and play that Blink-182 song that we beat to death in Tucson, okay?”

His voice was beautiful, which wasn’t news, but still made Y/n’s chest tighten. He felt compelled to look over, and what he saw was that they were incredibly close and that Sebastian’s smile had lit up his whole face. His eyes were sparkling with something dangerous and beautiful. He didn’t even look particularly flirty or dirty, like when he spoke to Blaine. He looked like he was just having a really good time, and it made butterflies go wild inside of Y/n. 

“I know it breaks your heart; moved to the city in a broke-down car, and four years, no call, now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I can't stop. No, I can't stop,”

Y/n felt a chill run down his spine as he looked back at the keys to make sure he could keep playing. He remembered where they were now, and he hoped beyond all hope that he was going to make it to the end of the song, because if New Directions had taught him anything it was to at the very least always finish the song before you made the dumb decision. Whether that decision was kissing Sebastian or joining the Warblers remained to be seen.

“So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover that I know you can't afford. Bite that tattoo on your shoulder, pull the sheets right off the corner of that mattress that you stole from your roommate back in Boulder. We ain't ever getting older-”

Suddenly Sebastian moved away, sliding off the piano bench and standing, moving around the piano so that even when Y/n looked at the keys, he could still see Sebastian quite clearly. The Warbler motioned hun to sing, so Y/n did, and then they were singing together and Y/n felt his skin burn. He felt himself smile. 

“We ain't ever getting older.”

He understood what Sebastian had meant by starting trouble being a little fun. He knew it would start drama if he left, or if he kissed the boy in front of him. He knew that getting along like this would cause trouble all on its own. But you know what? It was fun. He’d been itching to perform like this for years. Like he used to before he joined New Directions and got distracted by Kurt. Since Blaine had come into the picture and ruined everything and he’d felt far away from his school and his friends and his music and himself, if he was being honest. He found all of it now, eager, as if it had been waiting for him. He found it in the smile on Sebastian’s face, and the twinkle in his eye, and the way he leaned against the piano as Y/n played. He found it in this room that was so different than the one he had been in with New Directions for so long. In this school that was so foreign to his own. This boy, who was in some way supposed to be his competition. His enemy. 

“We ain't ever getting older.”

Sebastian began a little dance, and Y/n laughed, giving the other boy time to sing by himself. Y/n let him finish the song too, because if he could sit here and play a simple melody and watch this amazing, beautiful boy in his element, he absolutely would. Sebastian might have been in normal clothes, blazer nowhere to be seen, but even like that he commanded attention and admiration. If someone had said that Sebastian was a drug, Y/n wouldn’t have been surprised. He knew that he was absolutely hooked.

“We ain't ever getting older. We ain't ever getting older. We ain't ever getting older. No, we ain't ever getting older - We ain't ever getting older, no, we ain't ever getting older.”

Sebastian goofed around a little bit, slowly moving closer and closer until he was sitting back on the bench again, looking at Y/n. When Y/n let the last few notes of the song play and they made eye contact, Y/n lost his breath. “You’re beautiful.” That seemed to take Sebastian off guard. Y/n felt mortified. “Sorry I didn’t mean- you just-”

Mercifully, Sebastian put a hand over Y/n’s mouth. “Thank you.” Y/n noticed that his face was a little more red, and he almost died on the spot. He’d made Sebastian Smythe blush. God help him. “So are you joining or what?” Only then did he lower his hand, his cockiness back. The Sebastian he’d seen plenty of times was on full display, and Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that it was because Y/n had flustered him. The same way that Santana insulted and sneered, Sebastian used his seemingly unphased confidence as a mask. A guard. Some kind of armor against vulnerability. He shouldn’t think that, because that meant something that was so very much what Y/n was hungering for, but also what he would never have.

Sebastian was out of his league.

It was only then that Y/n realized this whole thing was about getting Y/n to join. Not because Sebastian liked him or thought he had talent, or because he wanted to appreciate him or whatever. It was because Sebastian thought that taking one of their own would throw New Direction off, and he was absolutely right. But if they had a man on the inside… maybe Y/n could be stupid and smart at the same time. He knew where this was going, but if he was going to be an idiot for Sebastian anyway, then he was going to make sure something came from it.

Y/n smiled, leaning closer to Sebastian. “I’ll think about it.” He winked and stood up, walking out of the room and leaving Sebastian on the bench. He heard the other boy take a soft breath at the same time he himself had to remember to breathe. For a second his mind danced with the possibility that Sebastian had been struggling to function properly in that moment as much as Y/n had, but of course that was impossible, so he pushed it out of his mind.

He had something more important to consider.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Want You Bad ~ S.S. (part 2)

A/n: Two posts in one day? GOD help me I am having way too much fun lmao

Word Count: 4000+

Warnings: This includes the bit about the cursed slushie (rip Blaine). Otherwise it’s mostly just the friends to enemies to lovers shtcik and gays being gays

MASTERLIST

It was Kurt who saw the genius behind it, maybe because he was the one who knew that Y/n had his own dreams and drives as well, or maybe because he had recently come to absolutely loathe Sebastian. Y/n liked to think it was both, but more the former than the latter. Even if they’d never dated, they were still friends and Kurt always had his back.

“No cheating, like Blaine said, but I think this could be a great thing. It might ease some tensions if we have our own in their numbers. Someone we all like and care about, you know? It might be easier for us to like them, like with Blaine and I last year. It might be easier for them to like us and back down as well if they think they have some sort of victory. If they have someone they get to see everyday up close, who’s like us. Someone to vouch for us. I think it’s a great idea.” Y/n shot him an appreciative smile. Kurt winked back. For once, it didn’t make Y/n’s chest flutter, or his stomach have that little warm, tingly feeling.

Weird.

“Okay you know what, that IS genius,” Rachel gushed. “You should absolutely go for it, Y/n!”

Y/n grinned. “Awesome!” He tried not to look too excited, but Kurt gave him a knowing look and Y/n wondered if he knew that Y/n was excited to be a Warbler, or if Kurt knew about Y/n’s crush on Sebastian. Or worse, about both. Any of those options made him feel guilty, and also confused. Why would Kurt be happy about any of that? “I think everything should be official after Michael Week, so we’ll still have time for that.” Everyone cheered, and Y/n laughed.

It was weird how goodbyes could make you feel closer to your friends than you had in a year. Maybe two. I guess it’s true that you always appreciate the ones you’re losing, or have already lost, much more than the ones you always have.

Y/n didn’t dwell on that. It probably helped that the transfer actually happened a lot smoother and faster than Y/n expected as well, and that it was only three days before he was gone and attending Dalton Academy full time. Sebastian pushed away all Y/n’s thank you’s about helping him get here, and even went as far to show him around and properly introduce him to the other Warblers.

With all of Y/n’s excitement, he’d almost forgotten about the whole feud and such going on, and was shocked to find out that in the short time he’d been gone, Sebastian had tried to claim Michael Jackson as what the Warblers would perform next competition, which set them and New Direction as enemies again. Blaine decided to handle it with a competition. They were supposed to meet him in a parking lot to figure it out or whatever.

The Warblers were supposed to potentially show off with New Direction tomorrow night and Y/n had only just gotten his blazer. He hadn’t had time to really perform with the other guys- the second he was initiated Sebastian had told him the news. Now he was wearing that blazer he’d wanted so much for so many years, and all he felt was dirty.

“Why do you seem upset?” Sebastian asked, seeming a little irritated. “You can finally show your power to your old group. Show them how much better you’re doing!”

Y/n crossed his arms over his chest. “Sebastian, they’re still my friends, and they love Michael Week. Why would you take that from them?” When that seemed not not have been the reaction Sebastian had expected, Y/n scoffed. “What, you didn’t think that would piss me off? I still have loyalty to them, and… it was messed up. You only did this to mess with them.” His voice grew quieter. “But that’s the only reason you do anything, isn’t it?” For the first time, Y/n wasn’t distracted by how attractive or charming Sebastian was. He just felt betrayed.

Sebastian seemed to notice, and it was obviously bothering him. “Okay well you’re a Warbler now. You should have loyalties to us.”

“I do,” Y/n snapped. “I left them to come here. And I know you don’t actually care about me or need me, but I am here now and I am a part of this so I’ll be coming along too and standing with you guys. Obviously. I just want you to know that this feels...” He couldn’t think of the perfect word, but his expression must have been enough because Sebastian seemed to understand. “Is your goal just to take everything you can? Is that why you were so eager to help me transfer?”

That made Sebastian roll his eyes. “They took the win from us last year because we sat around and were nice and acted like friends when we aren’t. We’re trying to NOT lose, Y/n. That’ll be even easier if we throw them off their game as much as possible.”

“What, you think the Warblers will only win if we cheat? If New Direction isn’t at their best?” The entire room went dead quiet. “What Sebastian, don’t like hearing that? Because your scramble to make it as easy as possible to beat them says either two things: you feed off of making people feel like shit, or you don’t think we’re good enough to defeat them without some sort of dirty playing. Pick your poison.” He shook his head and began to head out of the room. “I have class. I’ll see you at rehearsals.”

The day passed too quickly, but Y/n was glad of it. He seemed to fit in weirdly well. He didn’t get a lot of the jokes or references. There was an obvious gap between his richer peers and himself, but he was smart and hard working and adaptive, so people seemed to take to him well enough even if he did have a bit of a struggle keeping up with them in conversation. They weren’t particularly mean, though they were a bit snobbish. Y/n didn’t mind it. His teachers were patient with him too, and a quick meeting with the counselor about credits and such cleared everything up. With his own salary at the library and a little help from his parents, he managed to pull it off. He was pretty sure Sebastian had pulled some strings of some sort, but he didn’t ask too much about it. He didn’t want to think about Sebastian right now.

Eventually he had to though, because school ended and he walked into the Warbler room in full uniform, to everyone socializing before rehearsal officially began. When he walked in, he expected some hostility for the showdown earlier, but it only took one of the other kids pulling him into a conversation to ease any remaining tension. Soon enough they were all laughing, pausing to explain things that Y/n didn’t quite get when it came up. The jokes about musical performance were a LOT easier for him to keep up with, so it happened significantly less than it had in class, which was a relief at least.

“Okay everyone.” One voice cut through all the soft discussions and all eyes turned to Sebastian. Y/n’s smile fell, but Sebastian didn’t notice. It wasn’t clear if he was purposefully ignoring Y/n or just finally showing how uninterested in Y/n he was normally, and Y/n tried not to think about it too much. “I was thinking a little warm up to get our new guy used to rocking it with the Warblers. How do we feel about some improv?” There was excited mumbling and smiles and nods, so Sebastian took that as a yes. “Okay. Any suggestions?”

“Ever heard of Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner?” Finally Sebastian looked at Y/n. Everyone did. He didn’t know why he spoke, why he was pushing buttons. But apparently he was, and he had an idea that it was all because of Sebastian. Maybe there was still something left of that snappy person he used to be. If it meant keeping up with Sebastian, he didn’t mind.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Who hasn’t?” Y/n smirked. Sebastian saw a challenge as Y/n stood up. Everyone else did too, and that meant he couldn’t back down. “Well then. How about you start us off?”

Y/n didn’t say anything - he just started. As if sensing his thoughts, a few other Warblers started up to back him up. People moved in the room, and suddenly it was very obviously split - people who were enjoying watching someone call Sebastian on his bullshit, and people who wanted Y/n to shut up and sit down. Those with Y/n, those with Sebastian. It set the perfect tone for what was about to happen.

“If I could write you a song to make you fall in love I would already have you up under my arm. I used up all my tricks, I hope that you like this - but, you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me. You got designer shades just to hide your face and you wear 'em around like you're cooler than me. And you never say hey, or remember my name, and it's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me-”

He sang every word with a sincerity that made a few things very clear right off the bat. First, Y/n was absolutely sure that Sebastian thought he was the shit, and that all he saw when he looked at Y/n was a foothold to the next level of moves against New Directions. Everyone looked at Sebastian as the second message sunk in properly. Y/n was into Sebastian. And he wasn’t being quiet about it anymore. Sebastian picked up the next line in response.

“You got your high brow, shoes on your feet and you wear 'em around like it ain't shit. But you don't know the way that you look when your steps make that much noise… Shh! I got you all figured out: You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen. Behind your makeup nobody knows who you even are - who do you think that you are-”

The words more than stung, and Y/n glared at Sebastian as the other boy moved closer to rub the lyrics in. Y/n walked forward and the other Warblers closed in around the pair, until Sebastian and Y/n mocked each other in the middle of what in any other situation would have been a classic high school fighting ring. It had quickly gone from a warm up to a face off and no one was even hesitating. Not that the performance suffered - if anything, Y/n was quite aware of how amazing they were all doing. It was impressive, and he felt incredibly powerful to be a part of it for once.

“If I could write you a song to make you fall in love, I would already have you up under my arm- I used up all my tricks, I hope that you like this- But, you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me.”

As he sang, Y/n slid close to Sebastian until their noses were almost touching, and it shocked him when Sebastian put his hands around Y/n’s hips. It was more obvious when a second later Sebastian slid behind him, his fingers tracing the fabric of Y/n’s Warbler blazer. His touch was distracting… which of course is why Sebastian did it. Because otherwise he’d be flirting and while Sebastian absolutely would, Y/n didn’t want to think about it. Even if he was sure it didn’t mean anything. Especially then, because that hurt even more.

Sebastian picked up the next line, allowing Y/n to refocus himself.

“You got designer shades just to hide your face and you wear 'em around like you're cooler than me. And you never say hey, or remember my name, and it's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me. You got your high brow, switchin' your walk and you don't even look when you pass by. But you don't know the way that you look when your steps make that much noise-”

They were too close, Y/n had to side step and pull out of Sebastian’s arms. He had begun to let his hands flatten against Y/n’s shoulders, slowly letting them fall lower and lower, smoothly. Y/n had to get away before it got to be too much, and unfortunately that was too quickly. They were facing each other again though and Y/n was more fired up than ever. Seeing that his actions had such an effect - Y/n could feel his face burning - Sebastian was just as energized. Now they were switching off, going back and forth, and feeding off of each other.

Of course Y/n had to do something to get some of that power back.

“Shh-” Y/n’s hands rose to block Sebastian from saying it himself. “I got you all figured out: you need everyone's eyes just to feel seen. Behind your makeup nobody knows who you even are- who do you think that you are.” It was Sebastian’s turn to look uncomfortable as Y/n’s eyes dug into him. He smirked, and Sebastian glared. The roles were so reversed than they’d been at the beginning of the song it was like some kind of whiplash. “Cause it's your scene -” Those behind him moved closer, echoing the line. “I’ve got no doubt, we all see - you’ve got your head in the clouds.” Sebastian’s eyes flickered to those who supported Y/n, and he swallowed. Y/n felt even more powerful, and he suddenly realized why Sebastian was the way he was. There was something blazing inside him at being able to affect someone else like this. And it wasn’t pretty, but for a moment Y/n did not in the least care.

Seeing his moment of… whatever that was being noticed, Sebastian rose his chin, looking down at Y/n who was shorter than him. Not a hard feat when Sebastian was so tall... Unfortunately, it was a shadow of his earlier showing off. Now it was more clearly some sort of mask or armor than ever. Y/n wasn’t sure if the others could see it, but he could and that’s all that mattered. “If I could write you a song to make you fall in love, I would already have you up under my arm-”

Y/n cut in and knowing smirks rose to everyone’s faces. This time it wasn’t Y/n who was the one declaring an interest. “I used up all my tricks, I hope that you like this, but, you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me-”

Sebastian rushed forward to get in Y/n’s face again, trying to establish dominance. All it did was heat things up more as Y/n didn’t move an inch, looking up at Sebastian with a fire in his eyes that refused to be tamed or quenched in any way. “You got designer shades just to hide your face, and you wear 'em around like you're cooler than me,”

As Y/n sang, he didn’t hesitate to roll his eyes, his hand moving back and forth on a bending wrist, like he was dismissing the thought. His sassiness had reached an all time high, and everyone else was feeding off of it. Even Sebastian, whose eyes were trained on the shorter boy, a look in them that made Y/n’s fire get even brighter. Stronger. “And you never say hey, or remember my name-“

Sebastian came again for the end of the song, but something about his face had softened. Not anger or irritation, but definite interest. Pride. Victory, maybe. “And it's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.” The boys froze, inches away from each other. The circle around them had tightened immensely as when the boys had gotten closer and closer, the other Warblers had closed in, drawn by the tension in the room.

Y/n took a breath, smoothing his jacket. “How was that for a warm up?”

Sebastian’s eyes glinted. “If that’s a warm up, I definitely want to see the whole show.” And the suggestive undertone made a couple of the other boys react, teasing with little noises and chatter. Y/n looked away, but he was smiling. It was no secret that he wanted it too, not after that. So why even pretend? There was a freedom in being able to express your emotions.

Maybe Y/n had been destined to be a Warbler. He had sung with them once and he was already feeling better. Bigger. He loved it here.

-

Things didn’t cool off or calm down from there. During the rest of rehearsal, Sebastian kept finding reasons to tease Y/n. He touched Y/n more, and his eyes rarely strayed for a reason other than when he was directly talking to someone else. They were brainstorming a few ideas for what could be happening tomorrow night. It was obviously going to be some sort of face off, and that meant having a few things prepared just in case. All around, it was actually kind of a relief to be out of the room. Away from Sebastian’s burning looks, and insatiable smirk, as well as getting space from the reality that he was about to go against his friends tomorrow.

Unfortunately for him, all he got was a night before the next day at school, Sebastian was back again. He didn’t realize how many classes they had in common, or how many times their paths heading to other places clashed. He was aware now that Sebastian had taken every single opportunity to be as close to Y/n as possible. The more Y/n got flustered or the more people seemed to become aware of the tension between the two boys, the more Sebastian flirted and hovered. Y/n would be lying if he didn’t say he was absolutely getting off on it.

Something was happening, and Y/n was absolutely loving it.

All in time for it to be completely ruined when they showed up at the parking lot. It started out great, mostly, other than how Y/n preferred to stay quiet and distant. He was having fun, but he wasn’t on the same level as the other Warblers. He was barely in tune with them, and in a completely different groove. He needed more time with them before he could front, and he respected that. That aside, his old friends would wink at him and he would nod back, and that was a nice distraction. Except when their smiles slowly fell one by one as Sebastian showed his newly discovered power over Y/n.

As New Direction mostly sang and Warblers did most of the support, Sebastian kept up his new habit of taking any and every opportunity to be as close to Y/n as possible. As long as it didn’t take attention away from how he was glaring at whoever was taking the immediate lead in the other group, Sebastian tried to pull Y/n to the front and flex how very easily the new Warbler could be distracted by his new leader. Y/n sang and Sebastian winked at him and Y/n almost tripped as the mass of high schoolers moved through the mostly empty parking lot, and it was obvious to almost every single person in that room what was happening.

Finally they broke off, and everyone paired up - one New Directioner with one Warbler, and Y/n found himself nearly chest to chest with Rachel. She’d never been Y/n’s biggest fan, and the glare on her face now was nastier than any she’d donned before, but the tone between them wasn’t foreign. He felt his own anger grow, and his shoulders straightened. There was something very difficult about trying to be friendly and soft with her, there always had been. To do anything like that now seemed weak, and the last thing he was trying to be on the Warblers is someone you can walk all over. He’d done enough of that in New Direction.

As the song came to an end, the two groups broke off once again into a mass of New Direction and a mass of Warblers facing off, side by side with their own group. United against each other. Y/n was so distracted by Rachel’s glare that he missed when Sebastian pulled out the slushy. Too much so to do anything about it, though his eyes were pulled over when a scream rang through the air right after the very familiar sound of a slushy hitting a person. Y/n was horrified to look over and see Sebastian with a slushy cup in hand, and red all over Blaine’s face. Blaine, who was on the ground in a ball, Kurt holding him in a panic. Blaine, who was screaming, hands trying to move the slushy out of his eyes and seeming to only hurt himself more.

Something dawned on Y/n that made him sick. There had been something in that slushy, and the Warblers had come prepared which meant every one of them had been in the know. Every single one but Y/n. And as Sebastian tried to retreat and Y/n stood there, stunned, suddenly he understood something new. The blazer didn’t make you a Warbler. It didn’t really protect you or give you any power. The years he’d spent being jealous of Warblers was for nothing. He felt no safer or confident in that blazer now. In fact he felt even worse. He looked at his old friends and they looked back and he hoped to god they could tell that he had no idea anything like this was planned for tonight. Before he could figure it out, a hand wrapped around his upper arm. He looked over, for some reason expecting Sebastian. But it wasn’t. It was Ethan, one of the Warblers that had started to kind of drift to Y/n as a default other than Sebastian. He was one of the people who had been first by Y/n’s side during the ‘Cooler Than You’ face off.

Ethan swallowed. “Come on.”

Y/n was too ashamed to look back at those who used to be like family to him before he turned away from them and followed after Ethan. After Sebastian. That thought made his self hate grow even more.

When they got back, after a completely silent way back to the school, Sebastian tried to take control again. “I’ll see everyone here for rehearsals tomorrow.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Y/n snapped, his voice harsh as he whipped around. Sebastian froze, his defenses coming up immediately. “What the hell WAS that, Smythe?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sebastian answered far too evenly. Y/n’s face darkened and honestly, it was really intimidating. “Listen, it’s not my fault Blaine decided to play hero. I was going for Kurt’s chest. All it was supposed to do was sting a little.” He smirked. “Only his pride, of course. What else is a slushie going to do other than that? Blaine’s just being dramatic to make us feel bad for the whole thing so we’ll take pity on them. Well we’re not going to.”

Y/n stepped away, shaking his head. “I have to make a call to make sure my friends are okay. I obviously don’t have any here that will miss me anyway. See you in rehearsal.” He stressed the last word, hoping it came through crystal clear that he wanted nothing to do with Sebastian outside of the Warblers. He could be hot, but that meant nothing if he wasn’t bothered by what had just happened.

Y/n had an unbreakable resolve. If he really set his mind on something, once he made a decision, it was impossible to derail him from it, unless something happened to change his mind again. It was why he was so unsure so often, and had become so more often since he’d almost taken things too far with Kurt and Blaine back when that whole thing was going on. He saw a lot of that in Sebastian, and you know maybe that’s what had drawn him to the boy in the first place. But that didn’t matter, because any hesitations he had and anything he wasn’t sure about was erased and replaced with a clear understanding that Sebastian had no care for anyone but himself. His pride and having fun and taking nothing seriously was his entire being, and he had a sense that he could do whatever he wanted and it didn’t matter.

Never had Y/n ever messed with people like that, and he wasn’t about to start to now. Not unless some things changed around here. Changed a lot.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Want You Bad ~ S.S. (part 3)

A/n: I made a playlist to try and get myself to write less and still managed to write a part three in the same day as part one and two. So. Screw my mind and it’s hyperfixated state! Side note: the mashup I mentioned is based off of this (which is also on the playlist above!)

Word Count: 3900+

Warnings: literally call myself out for doing enemies to lovers. Good luck with that. Actually just gays being gays in this, no drama. I decided it was time for reader to fall in love with Sebastian because Valentine’s Day and also the SHIT about to hit the fan is so much more fun with reader being in love with Seb haha <3

MASTERLIST

Sebastian tried a few times to make Y/n change his mind and get them back into their fiery, flirty groove, but it was plenty over. Y/n gave him a solid cold shoulder and eventually Sebastian seemed to lose interest. Everyone did seem surprised when Y/n didn’t transfer back, or leave the Warblers, but it did offer a lot of opportunities for the other Warblers to become better friends with Y/n now that he seemed to be serious about the group, even through shady stuff like slushies with an unappreciated little kick. 

Ethan and Y/n began to get closer. For the first time in years, Y/n finally felt like he actually had a best friend and it was kind of nice. Every time Y/n was having a hard time, he went to Ethan, and vice versa. Suddenly his high school experience was skyrocketing, and even if he and Sebastian weren’t talking, they still functioned just fine to be in the Warblers together. Everything was working out just fine.

In fact, after the show off with Santata, when New Directions encouraged them to drop by the school for something important, it was easy to convince the others to go with just a little pushing from Y/n. Sebastian rolled his eyes, but most of the others were for it and team captain or not, Sebastian couldn’t stop them from going. So they went, with a few jabs about Sebastian maybe being a coward and that’s why he didn’t want to show up blah blah blah.

It was nice to see everyone perform again, and when Ethan of all people jumped up to join them and they let him, Y/n was only too eager to be number two. Then the tape came out, and the rock salt, and Y/n felt his resolve harden about giving up on Sebastian.

Sebastian, however, seemed to not like that he had almost completely lost the way he could affect Y/n, and had suddenly decided that he cared again.

Things hit a high when February started and Valentine’s Day began to crawl closer and closer. Sebastian kicked everything off by showing up to their first class of the day together and sitting right by Y/n. “Hey there Sweetheart, missed me?”

“Like I miss having chickenpox when I was eight,” Y/n sassed immediately.

For some reason that only made Sebastian smile wider. “Cute. You free Valentine’s Day?”

“Not for you, not even in your dreams.” At Y/n’s response Sebastian moved closer and Y/n immediately scooted his entire seat further away. “I don’t know what you’re trying to pull Sebastian, but I’m not going to let it fly. You hurt Blaine. You planned something like that against my friends behind my back, with everyone in the Warblers except me.”

Sebastian scoffed. “Oh come on Y/n, it was a joke. You can play enemies now, but I saw the way you looked at me when we sang together for the first time. I know that it’s going to change the way you listen to ‘Cooler Than You’ forever and-”

“Did it change the way you listen to that song?” The question stopped Sebastian dead in his tracks. Y/n rolled his eyes. “You’re not some sex god, Sebastian. You’re cute, I’ll give you that. You’re confident and you have power and swagger - and good for you, honestly. I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. You can have as pretty of a face as you want, your insides are ugly.” Y/n gathered his stuff. “And for your information, it wasn’t a joke to me. You hurt someone I care about, and until you can swallow your goddamn pride and accept that and at least say sorry about it, then don’t even think about trying to be friends with me let alone taking any of my Valentine’s Days.” And with that he left.

It was odd, but Y/n couldn’t help but notice how many eyes were on him as he changed seats, moving as far away from Sebastian as possible. Class started before he could think too much about it so he just pushed it all out of his mind. Sebastian Smythe had taken enough of his time.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t just that class. Sebastian spent the entire beginning of February trying to woo Y/n and convince him to be Sebastian’s Valentine’s date. Nothing romantic, just a lot of flirting and being overly suggestive, but it was still weird. Especially with how it was making things awkward for everyone in the Warblers, and how more and more nasty Y/n’s replies were getting. He was starting to sound like Satana - it was getting ugly. It was weird as well that around all of that, all it seemed to do in the long run was get more and more people to notice Y/n and Sebastian’s heated interactions. People started asking to show up to rehearsals to see it there too, and people had come up asking about the next performances. Even the people who hated show choir or didn’t have any interest in anything like it were suddenly interested… and it was then that Y/n realized what was going on.

“Please for the love of every song I’ve ever and will ever sing, stop pissing me off with fake flirting just so people will pay more attention to the Warblers and we’ll have more support.” Sebastian seemed surprised, but he didn’t argue so Y/n knew he had it right. “I get it, and I want more people at school caring about what we do too. I love it… usually. But I hate this. I don’t like my feelings being messed with for attention, and I don’t want people to care about what I love only because they want to see me squirm. It’s like some form of bullying, or it feels like it is - whatever. Just, Warbler to Warbler, please stop.”

Sebastian’s smile never stopped. “You know, more popular than friends to lovers is enemies to lovers. The idea that the bad boy can be changed by love, or the people with all that tension and hate who are seconds away from either fighting or kissing - it does something to people. And you know what Y/n you can smack talk me all you want, but I know that coming here wasn’t just about being a Warbler, and I know what went on in your head that first while before the parking lot. I saw the way you looked at me even before you got brave and lowkey challenged me to a face off during rehearsal, okay? I KNOW you’re into me, and neither of us have a date for the fourteenth, so why not? Why not just for once give into that carnal desire. It’ll only take a night and then… however long after that you want it to take.” His lips curved into a smirk that made Y/n want to punch him.

The thing was, Y/n was too busy feeling sick to his stomach. “I’m sorry, did you think this entire time that the only reason I’m into you is because I want to have sex with you?”

“Now is that into me, currently?” Sebastian purred.

Y/n’s face dropped, and his hands curled into fists at his side. “Listen here asshole, I- I don’t sleep around like you do okay? I don’t date often, and even then I don’t have sex a lot when I DO date. No, I’m not a fucking virgin before you ask, but let me tell you that when I thought about you, only a very few of those thoughts were about how you were in bed. Only a small part of me was drawn to you because you’re incredibly hot. I wanted more than that. I saw all these really sweet things between us, and then you have systematically derailed and destroyed every single one. I don’t have a single lick of fondness for you anymore, and that’s more important to me than anything. I don’t care how great of a lay you are. I’m not that kind of person. So jot that down, and do yourself a favor - Do not forget it. Now let’s get to rehearsal, I’m sure they’re waiting for us” He turned away, running a hand through his hair.

He tried not to think about the weird change in Sebastian that had happened when Y/n had admitted that he didn’t just want sex. There had been something along the lines of shock, like he couldn’t believe someone wanted that with him. Like maybe he’d never had someone want that from him. But Y/n didn’t think about that, because that would lead him to care about Sebastian and that couldn’t happen anymore.

During rehearsal Sebastian was weird, though. Quieter. More reserved. He still seemed solid and confident and sexy, but Y/n was getting good at noticing the difference between when Sebastian was genuinely being that way, and when he was putting on an act to seem like he was. One thing was for sure: Sebastian stopped flirting to start mini fights with Y/n, and that at least was appreciated.

The day before Valentine’s Day was the next time Sebastian talked to Y/n personally and directly, rather than a general talking to everyone, or sending a message via one of the other Warblers. He had a nice, blue sweater on and some light brown slacks. He looked really good. Y/n tried not to think about that fact. “What do you want, Smythe?” For the first time in quite a while, Y/n’s words weren’t poisoned or sharp. Just tired.

Sebastian took a quiet breath in through his nose. He wasn’t smiling. He seemed relaxed, like he was trying to seem upbeat and detached but couldn’t quite pull it off today. “We were asking last minute to perform at a Valentine’s Day dance tomorrow,” Sebastian began explaining. “When something like this comes up we usually skip the school day and make the whole planning process a little faster so we’ll be properly prepared. We spend the entire day together. I was going to tell you last night when I realized I didn’t have your number, so I’m telling you now. Any classes you’re worried about?”

Y/n shook his head. “No, I’m perfectly fine. We’re heading there now I’m assuming?”

“Yes,” Sebastian confirmed. Y/n began moving before the other boy could say anything else, so Sebastian was left jogging after to catch up. Not something that was hard for him with his long legs. “Y/n, I- listen, the boys already had some ideas that they got attached to. I had to come find you and I told them to go ahead while I tracked you down. They’re kind of already planning on doing Closer. By the Chainsmokers.” Y/n stopped midstep, and Sebastian swiveled a few steps ahead, caught off guard again. It left them face to face, rather than side to side like before. Sebastian seemed almost regretful to add, “And they want us to lead.” Enunciation on ‘almost’.

For a second, Y/n just looked at Sebastian, trying to read him. “What’s the game? Hm?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I think they’re playing matchmaker, I don’t know. After you basically confessed you want to date me or whatever a while ago they’ve been weirdly pushy for us to perform something together, and this is just the opportunity for us to realize we’re in love, right?” His tone was sarcastic, which was perfectly distracting from the words.

“As if. If I ever did have actual feelings for you past a stupid infatuative crush, I definitely don’t and I won’t ever, so-” Y/n began.

“I’ve never actually dated anyone and that isn’t changing for you okay, so I get the sentiment. As it stands, we’re not each others' biggest fans-”

“Understatement,” Y/n grumbled.

“But we’re still in this whole thing together, and I think feelings aside, we do kick ass singing together,” Sebastian continued as if Y/n’s hadn’t interrupted. “I was serious when I said you had talent and that I wanted you to use it in the Warblers. What do you say?”

In favor of not thinking too much about the compliment Sebastian had just given, Y/n settled on, “We’re not singing ‘Closer’.”

Sebastian made puppy dog eyes. “What if it’s in a mashup?”

Y/n hated with a burning passion that it made him smile. “I’m assuming you already have an idea?”

“A few,” Sebastian confirmed. He looked kind of adorable, and it was infuriating.

“Fine,” Y/n grumbled, beginning to walk again. “Stop making that face you look stupid.” He tried to let the quip land, but Sebastian cut off any chance he had to check by grabbing his arm and fully running to the Warbler room, forcing Y/n to run as well. Taken off guard, Y/n burst into laughter. By the time they slowed to a stop, Sebastian’s hold had slipped so they were holding hands, and they were both grinning, red faced, and out of breath. “What the hell, Smythe?” Y/n giggled out, completely missing the boys in front of them, or their intertwined fingers.

“Made you laugh,” Sebastian pointed out, in the same voice one would say made you look. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Y/n decided. “And bipolar.”

That made Sebastian laugh. “Perhaps you just bring out the best in me.”

“What and you bring out the worst of me?” Y/n sassed, raising an eyebrow. “A fair trade.”

It was Sebastian’s turn to be sassy. “The worst? I haven’t seen you properly sing until you joined the Warblers, and I didn’t know you before Kurt and Blaine but from what I’ve heard, you haven’t stood up for yourself since, let alone doing what you want and having fun. I’ll absolutely admit that I’m a pain in the ass, but you had to admit that your life has been better since I’ve come around.”

Y/n hated himself for realizing Sebastian was right. He looked away and saw the other boys watching the exchange with wide, interested eyes. Y/n cleared his throat. He was getting real tired of being watched by a bunch of people who all fed on drama. “You said something about ideas for a mashup up?”

Unphased by the change in Y/n’s tone, or the others watching them, Sebastian smiled wider. “I have a few.”

-

They had practiced this song a million times in the last day. So many times that they’d barely had time to get a proper rest before they all woke up the next day and jumped right back into it again. They did go to school that day, everyone going on vocal rest so they didn’t tire themselves out and fail at the performance. When it came to time for the performance, they were all confident they’d more than pull through. Warm ups were through and the lights were going up and Y/n thought he knew exactly what to expect.

Sebastian had been very respectful of the boundaries Y/n had set. He’d made Sebastian promise he wouldn’t flirt during rehearsals. They needed to focus, to prepare. No distractions. Sebastian had eagerly agreed, and kept to it the entire time.

Y/n should have known that would change the night of the performance. Y/n had gotten no promise for being in front of an audience, and what kind of performance didn’t have a little theatre to it, bringing the songs to life? They were singing two love songs; Sebastian wouldn’t have not used it as an opportunity to flirt with Y/n if his life depended on it, and Y/n should have seen that coming. He did, in a way, but not enough. Especially when he was completely thrown off by seeing they were performing in a rather public place, in front of people other than just those at the school. A group of people who apparently included Y/n’s friends from his other school.

He was about to have a meltdown when the music started, and he had to force himself to focus. He would have time at least, since even as the notes to “Closer” picked up, Sebastian was first to sing, and his voice carried out the beginning lines of “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran.

“The club isn’t the best place to find a lover so the bar is where I go. Me and my friends at the table doing shots, drinking fast and then we talk slow.”

Y/n cut in. “Hey, tell your friends it was nice to meet them, but I hope I never see them again.”

Sebastian came back with Ed Sheeran. “Listen I’m singing like, girl you know I want your love, your love was handmade for somebody like me. Come on now follow my lead - I may be crazy, don’t mind me.” As he sang, passing Y/n, his eyes focused on the boy, his words directed at him. It shouldn’t have, but seeing Sebastian look at him and call him ‘girl’ hit a sour chord with Y/n. For a split second he was terrified that Sebastian somehow knew that Y/n was trans. “Say boy, let’s not talk too much. Grab on my waist and put that body on me. Come on now follow my lead, come on now follow my lead.”

Along with him, as he sang those last lines, Y/n softly followed with, “And I can’t stop. No I can’t stop.” He quieted when Sebastian continued next.

“I’m in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do. And though my heart is falling too, I’m in love with your body.” Sebastian winked and Y/n was shocked to realize whatever part of it that was soft for the other boy, the part he thought was long gone, was still very much alive and beating. “Last night you were in my room, and now my bedsheets smell like you. Everything is coloring; something brand new. I’m in love with your body.” The chorus hit and the boys behind them vocalized with the band, but all Y/n could see was Sebastian as they danced, snaking around each other and between the other boys. Never far enough to let Y/n catch his breath.

As they harmonized, Y/n thanked everything that he remembered to come in with, “We ain’t ever getting older.”

“I’m in love with your body,” Sebastian sang.

“We ain’t ever getting older,” Y/n followed dutifully. His head swam with images of them wrapped in sheets, smiling at each other. Images of shared kisses and wandering hands. Fingers that traced skin…

“Discovering something brand new: I’m in love with your body.” Sebastian shamelessly checked Y/n out and everything else went dark. Far away and meaningless. All that mattered were those thoughts and feelings Y/n had dearly missed. What he’d kept buried now flowed out of him and it felt amazing. When the chorus stopped, they ended facing each other as Sebastian continued, “When we came we let the story begin, we’re going out on our first date. You and me at Thrifties, so go all you can eat. Fill up your bag and I’ll fill up a plate.”

Y/n turned away to continue the choreography, his head swimming as he managed, “Stay. Play that Blink-182 song that we beat to death in Tousan, okay?”

“And saying like, girl you know I want your love, your love was handmade for somebody like me. Come on now follow my lead, I may be crazy don’t mind me. Say boy, let’s not talk too much - grab on my waist and put that body on me. Come on now follow me, come on now follow my lead.”

As Sebastian did that, Y/n sang under him once again, but this time, it was, “I can’t stop. No, I can’t stop.”

Sebastian caught Y/n’s waist, breaking the choreo a moment to pull them closer several seconds too early. They were supposed to cross past each other, but now they just stood locked, eyes meeting and bodies pressed together. “I’m in love with the shape of you. We push and pull like a magnet do. And though my heart is falling too - I’m in love with your body. Last night you were in my room, and now my bedsheets smell like you. Everything is coloring; something brand new. I’m in love with your body.”

The vocalizing picked up again and Y/n remembered to sing, “We ain’t ever getting older, no!”

Vocalizing again, but this time it was Sebastian who picked up, “I’m in love with your body.”

Then it was Y/n’s turn again. “We ain’t ever getting older.”

Only for Sebastian to immediately pick up, “Everything is coloring; something brand new. I’m in love with your body.” The music softened and Sebastian finally let Y/n go and it was up to improvising to get back into the places they were supposed to be because they were late. But they pulled it off. Of course. Because they were Warblers. “Come on be my baby, come on. Come on be my baby, come on. Come on be my baby, come on. Come on be my baby, come on. Come on be my baby, come on. Come on be my baby, come on. Come on be my baby, come on. Come on be my baby, come on.”

Their voices merged again as Y/n sang, “We ain’t ever getting older,”  and Sebastian continued with, “I’m in love with the shape of you. We push and pull like a magnet do, and though my heart is falling too - I’m in love with your body. Last night you were in my room, now my bedsheets smell like you. Everything coloring something new: I’m in love with your body.” The music swelled and the two songs’ chorus melted into one chorus.

It all ended with Sebastian and Y/n circling each other as Sebastian softly sang, “Come on be my baby, come on. Come on be my baby, come on. Come on be my baby, come on. Come on by my baby, come on.” And Y/n felt his stomach turn as he realized that Sebastian was pointedly talking to him.

Sebastian Smythe was asking Y/n out, and Y/n had absolutely no idea if he meant it genuinely or just for the audience’s benefit.

To ground himself, Y/n looked back at his old friends. Even Rachel’s withering glare would be appreciated right now. But they were gone. Y/n wondered when they’d left. If they’d left because of what had just happened between Sebastian and him… but of course that was why he’d done it, hadn’t he? And of course then his mind chose to remind him of Blaine, and how he had not been in the group, which meant he was still in the hospital, because he would have never left Kurt alone on Valentine’s Day without him.

The self hate that swallowed him whole was vicious, and he barely made it off the stage and out of view of the audience before he beelined it for his stuff and dipped out, heading to his car without a single word to any of the others.

Y/n half expected Sebastian to follow him.

He didn’t.