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[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

XX ~ S.S.

Part Four: Rush (Final)

A/n: This is a separate request but I combined them (This prompt list). This has been sitting in my drafts for AGES so very close to completion and I got a final boost from @mmmalakai so this one’s for you bestie <3

Request: “22 for Seb? 👀”

Word Count: 3800+

MASTERLIST

~ Kiss in a rush of adrenaline ~

The Warblers ran into a problem when competition season rolled around. They had essentially been cut in half, and that meant they were working with significantly less people than normal. Adding on top of that the rivalry he was brewing with New Directions and... well, it wasn't ideal.

Y/n got an earful every evening after glee rehearsals. Blaine was apparently up Sebastian's ass, playing some form of protective older brother for Y/n. He had made it clear time and time again that he didn't approve of Sebastian, and his boyfriend Kurt was only too happy to support this endeavor. Predictably, Kurt had been most on board for it when Blaine had told him of Sebastian's initial flirting and move making. It made Y/n wonder if Kurt was in it to protect Y/n like Blaine was, or if he was in it for his own personal revenge.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be where the struggles ended. They had enough people to compete and so did Noteworthies - but only one team could compete from one school. Which meant that on top of push back from Blaine and Kurt, and the dance they'd been having with all of New Directions, there needed to be a pre-competition face off to see which Dalton Glee club was going to compete.

Which was strange to talk about, when they were technically opposed team captains, but also had been spending as much time as they could together again. They'd wanted to perform together again and neither could come up with a reason to. They were busy practicing for all the face offs and performances they had coming up, which meant they didn't have much free time. With the stress increasing, the need for peace and quiet got worse until their routine became shit talking everyone else in the car and then going back to Sebastian's, cleaning up and changing, and then just doing homework in absolute silence for hours and hours, cuddled up until dinner. Dinner was the best part of the day because they would be recharged from everything else and would put the homework away and just talk. Or watch something. They didn't talk about school during dinner, or Glee. They'd talk about music or the thing they watched or anything else. Sometimes Blaine and Kurt, but never New Directions.

It was so strange to find themselves on opposing sides when school came around at the beginning of every new day, especially when their mornings were spent getting coffee where Y/n and Blaine used to and tormenting the New Directions people who were there if they happened to run into each other.

Y/n didn't even feel bad about it. He had tried to stop Sebastian at first, but then Blaine had ruined that.

The day had started cool, which was nice because the Dalton blazers were always a little warm on the body. Adding coffee to that usually meant feeling a little warmer than one was usually comfortable with. But not that morning. Instead, Y/n and Sebastian were in line to get their coffees, Sebastian going on and on about a wild encounter he'd had in Paris when he was still living there. Y/n had been sent into a fit of laughter, face turning red and wrapping his arms around his stomach. "You did not get that drunk at 11 years old," Y/n accused.

Sebastian was grinning. "I absolutely did. My parents were mad, but it wasn't as big of a deal as you'd think. The problem was that I had stolen all the cream puffs. There were three heaping plates made for everyone at that party and I had eaten them all by myself. I was sick for two whole days, and still couldn't eat chocolate without feeling sick for another week." Y/n peeled into giggles again and the room seemed to get brighter, warmer. Sebastian watched him with so much adoration on his face that the people around them all smiled.

Well, almost everyone.

"If it isn't my favorite Dalton boy." An arm looped around Y/n's shoulder, and he looked over to see Blaine. Immediately, the joy started to seep out of him and Sebastian watched in irritation as he put on the mask that he always did. The calm and the patient and the gentle. Not that Y/n wasn't all of those things, but more that he only ever allowed himself to be those things specifically when certain people - like Blaine - were around. The more time he spent around Sebastian, the more he allowed himself to express all of the different sides of him, but it was slow coming. It was easier with the Warblers and most of the Noteworthies, but harder with Lyran and anyone from McKinley. It bothered Sebastian immensely.

"Hey," Y/n greeted with a soft smile.

Blaine positioned himself to cut Sebastian off from the conversation and immediately Sebastian's jaw locked. He tried to play as nice as possible with Blaine - he meant a lot to Y/n. And even if Sebastian didn't get the appeal (he had flirted with the man once before actually getting to know Y/n, and now he just about laughed out loud at the thought. How could be have gone for stick-in-the-mud, goody two shoes Blaine when Y/n was right there?) it wasn't about him, so. Whatever. The move from Blaine was an affront though, and he barely managed.

"I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"

Kurt shot him a look and Sebastian purposefully ignored it. His eyes were on Y/n, who suddenly seemed uncomfortable. It seemed he has picked up on Blaine's actions - and Sebastian's reaction to it as well.

"Fine," the boy eased, sliding fluidly from Blaine's hold to pick up something off of a nearby shelf, tilting it as if considering if he was going to get it. He put it down and turned back to the other three. It was a well masked attempt to include Sebastian again, and a well appreciated one. Well, appreciated by Sebastian. Blaine's smile got a little tighter.

"I heard you started a new acapella group at Dalton," Blaine picked up again. There was something very awkward about him trying to start small talk, and Y/n shutting it down with one word responses instead of expanding in the least. An awkwardness that was showing in Blaine's tone.

"Yeah," Y/n nodded, and the tension grew.

Sebastian swallowed a smile when he saw a hint of his Y/n. The hidden shade he was masking so well with innocence and softness. It wasn't cruel, more unsure. Y/n didn't know how to show Blaine that finally, he had changed too. In the way that Blaine had become more a team player, flourishing with a bunch of people who challenged him and treated him like a normal person instead of some music sex god, that Y/n had bloomed in the same way.

Under Sebastian's pressure and fire, he had grown to something infinitely more beautiful: Himself. Not filtered to be more palpable, or fit the vibe someone else was setting. He was himself - both soft and hot to the touch. Soothing at one point, and agitating the next, depending on what he had to rise to the top to meet. And there was a whole new side to him too - one that didn't just react, but set expectations and then kept them going. Who established a mood and then continued it. One who knew control and patience and could balance firm grips and gentle nudges.

Blaine missed it all. He hummed in such false amusement that it was so obviously just irritation.

"Seems you're spending a lot of time with Mr. Competition over here then." It was light and airy, easily dismissed unless you already knew he was trying to shove a wedge between Y/n and Sebastian. Which they all did know.

Y/n seemed to consider that. "Competition drama and interpersonal relationships are different things. At Dalton we try to keep it clean - nothing personal, no dirty play." He shot a pointed look at Sebastian. "These days at the very least."

Sebastian felt himself warm, flaring under Y/n's attention. "The whole point of a game is there are always rules. I set some, you set some. They must all be followed or people stop playing."

Y/n snorted. "Very good job Bas, you're learning so well."

Blaine seemed uncomfortable with the easy banter between the two, and he tended when Y/n used a nickname. "Y/n-"

"Listen," Y/n cut off. "I've tried to tell you before but you refuse to listen so I'll be very blunt with you. I'm a different person now - a better person. This is a good thing, and if you can't see that and accept that people change I don't want to be friends with you anymore. I know you have beef with Sebastian. It's a good thing you're not the one who has a relationship with him." He turned without another word and made his order, filling in Sebastian's as well without thinking. He had been correct to the T so Sebastian let it slide. He relished Y/n stepping in to stop Blaine, and he especially loved that Y/n was so easily showing how well they knew each other and how much they meant to each other. It was delicious.

Blaine stumbled over his words for a moment at the display from the boy who used to be so close to him. "What happened to you?"

Y/n's irritation slipped. "What happened to me is that I finally got a life outside of you. I'm in a glee club that isn't revolving around you. I have other friends. I developed a personality based on myself and not you and your standards and expectations, and found people who like what I have to offer. If the only way you want me is folded nicely so that you can have me at your disposable for you and your irritating ass boyfriend then you don't want me." He slapped money on the counter and grabbed the two drinks before walking away. "See you around Blaine."

As they left, Sebastian's face twisted with a smirk. Not the teasing or biting one he usually donned, but one filled with admiration and adoration.

Something bubbled under the surface of his skin and he shivered. Then decided to ignore it for now. Y/n started a conversation about how bagels sounded good for breakfast and that was the end of it.

For now.

-

It was decided that a face off would be held to decide who was going to competition of the Dalton glee clubs.

It wasn't a shocking conclusion, but still needed an official announcement.

When the day came, Sebastian thought the Warblers had it in the bag.

Then the Noteworthies went.

Whatever the group had accomplished in the past, they had surpassed themselves several times. They were completely in sync, switching out and weaving through each other like it was second nature. They kept a certain energy between them that truly was contagious, like before, but also tangible. An energy that flowed through the air. Not a performance, or a show of any specific person. No call to attention or vie for spotlight, but a conversation between them that became increasingly interesting to follow.

They sang songs and it seemed like words. Banter between friends, or inside jokes. Stories that weren't all the way told yet. Secrets on the cusp of being spoken into the world. It was a sleep over or a camp out, telling stories in the dark and trying to scare each other. It was a safety net that if anyone crosses a line, you could stop and it would be okay. It was a breath of relief, or the first day of Summer vacation. Full of possibilities and mischief and energy and wonderment with all the stability of not having quite lost your sense of time. Youthful. Bright. Fun. But also accepting and gentle and understanding.

Of course the Warblers lost.

Y/n had been right - a group that worked as a unit far surpassed a ring leader surrounded by people to make them look better. And after the challenge, Sebastian lost even more Warblers.

He was losing the game, and he realized he had been for a long time.

Fascinating.

He swallowed his smile when Y/n met him at the car. Y/n rose an eyebrow. "What is it? You're not mad we won are you? And I swear I'm not trying to steal anymore of your Warblers-"

Sebastian shook his head. "Please. It's like you said - we've far surpassed taking things personally and lashing out."

Y/n rose an eyebrow. "So you're not going to be petty?" Sebastian was surprised to realize Y/n was being sarcastic when he asked the question.

Y/n knew him so well...

Sebastian's smile finally made it through as they got into the car. "Perhaps just a little." Y/n laughed and suddenly Sebastian didn't feel bad at all anymore.

-

"Oh I love this song!" Y/n shot to his feet, pushing homework aside for a moment to grab Sebastian's hand and force him to follow. They were dancing together before Sebastian could even complain.

He did it while they were up instead, despite the fact that he didn't sit back down even when Y/n let go of his hands. "You promised you wouldn't get distracted if we played music today. We need to study."

Y/n rolled his eyes. "We do homework all the time - my grades are better than they've been in ages. It can wait for a single song." Y/n stepped close, something mischievous in his eyes. "Or two."

Something bubbled in Sebastian's stomach, worming it's way up to his chest. Words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't quite pull them out or place what they were so for now he let them be.

And the two danced.

The second song was slower, and Y/n tried to do a funny bit by using choreography slowed to half speed, his facial expressions even changing at a snail's pace, which did get Sebastian to laugh. But then he reached out and pulled Y/n against him, chest to chest, and grabbed his hand and waist. "Slow dance properly or skip the song," he chided.

Y/n snorted but didn't pull away. "Of course the rich boy is particular about slow dancing," he teased. "You know how to waltz I assume?"

Sebastian's eyes shone. "Would you like me to teach you?"

Y/n grinned. "Fuck yes." So Sebastian did. It was the first time they'd danced that it wasn't competitive or teasing. There was fire here too but it was quieter, calmer - familiar. Sebastian grabbed his hand, then his waist, and stepped closer. He spoke softly, giving directions and telling him when and where he was stepping and the directions he was going.

It was easy to follow him. Sebastian was excellent at leading, both with his steps and his words. At one point he spun Y/n, slowly to allow for him learning, and Y/n giggled. When they were face to face again they were both grinning.

"This is fun," Sebastian noted. He didn't speak as loudly as he usually did, keeping that soft directional tone he'd been using up to this point.

Y/n felt his face warm up. "It is. Maybe we should make this a regular thing. You can teach me everything you know."

Sebastian's smile grew a little teasing, and seeing that peek out now only made Y/n blush worse. "Je crois que je t'aime."

Y/n's eyebrows came together when Sebastian spoke in French. "No fair! I don't know French."

"If I teach you everything I know," Sebastian reasoned. "You will one day."

Y/n narrowed his eyes. "Okay," he eased slowly. "What did you say though?"

The deviousness crescendo'd as Sebastian chuckled. "I'll tell you one day." He slowed them to a stop, spinning Y/n outward and catching his wrist. He brought the back of Y/n's hands to his lips, leaving a kiss. "You're a wonderful dance partner."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "You need to be dubbed an official Disney Prince with all this charm you're using on me."

There seemed to be something Sebastian wanted to say, but he chose not to.

A new side to him.

Instead he cleared his throat, covering up a laugh. "Let's get back to homework." Unsure of how to get him to divulge information when he was so often readily offering it and not hiding it away as he was now, Y/n was forced to let the interaction go.

For now.

-

Noteworthies killed it at competition, putting Dalton in first place for the first time since Sebastian had started coming to school here. When they were announced as first, Sebastian's eyes went wide and he couldn't stop smiling. He was in the audience, but he was quickly out of his seat and rushing backstage. When Y/n was off of that stage, he was quick to close the distance. Y/n was surprised, but laughed as they met in the middle, getting caught up in the kiss immediately.

It was the first time they'd been explicitly affectionate in public, and it was wonderful. Especially as Lyran smiled to themself, watching the two.

"Finally, am I right?" they whispered to one of the other boys who laughed, all of them heading to the changing room to leave the pair alone.

When the two boys separated from their embrace, Y/n was blushing. "What was that?" he asked.

Sebastian shrugged. "Probably... adrenaline." He chuckled, finding himself a little breathless. No one had ever made him this soft before, taken him so completely. He felt a little silly and completely ridiculous and stripped entirely of his power-

And he loved it.

-

“Hey I have a question.” Things had changed since the kiss back stage. They weren’t playing this maybe-friends-maybe-not thing, they were definitely more than friends. Things had gotten as casual as Y/n ending up in Sebastian’s bed for no other reason than better cuddling positions as they watched Netflix all day. That was their Saturday routine. They only got out of bed to make food, and then they’d play music and dance together or tease or kiss…

It was domestic.

But they’d never made anything official.

Sebastian had waited for Y/n to give him that staple look people always did when things got a little too serious. Usually that was when he’d run away, but with Y/n he was sure he’d have drifted into a relationship blissfully. No one could keep up with him and change the game like Y/n could - who could ever even keep his attention after this boy?

But Y/n had never asked. It had never come up. And once again the rules were different than Sebastian had expected. It wasn’t Y/n asking about their relationship that day. It was Sebastian. His hair was soft, dried post shower, and he had only bothered with the bare minimum necessary to be comfortable. Y/n had lost his shirt at some point, stealing one of Sebastian’s even though there were clothes just here that were Y/n’s at this point. It felt intimate in a weird way. Different than sex, but maybe on the same level as it.

Y/n looked at the boy, smiling. “Ask away.”

“Are we together?” Sebastian asked. “Like, boyfriends.”

Y/n’s face light up. “I thought you didn’t do labels, Hot Shot.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “If you don’t want to-“

Even if Y/n could throw him off, Sebastian was good at catching up. The dynamic shifted as Y/n gently caressed his cheek, leaning in to kiss him to get him to stop. “No, it’s okay. I’d love to be your boyfriend. And to have yours as mine. Please.”

Sebastian grew warm. “Okay.” There was that thing… that thing just under the surface…. But he let it go.

Not yet. He couldn’t handle two huge leaps in character in one day. Something told him that Y/n wouldn’t want him to anyway.

-

It happened, ironically, after they decided to hang out because Y/n’s parents were getting a divorce. Maybe that was actually what made it perfect timing. They were tangled together on the couch, Sebastian soothingly running his hands up and down Y/n’s back. They hadn’t spoken in a while but Y/n’s mood seemed to slowly, steadily, improving. Sebastian could feel that feeling that was growing more and more impossible to ignore. The words that were getting closer and closer to slipping between his lips. They were getting less and less scary - easier to say. Easier to accept. He knew that they would escape any second now.

“I love you.” It was Y/n who’d spoken.

Immediately Sebastian sighed. “Of course you managed it before I did.” He sounded only amused.

Y/n laughed. “To be fair, you were the one who made the relationship official. You started all of this. I think I can get one thing on you. If that’s okay.”

“No. It’s not. Take it back.” At Sebastian’s words, Y/n laughed again. Sebastian left a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. Lingering. Then his lips parted and-

“Don’t say it just because I did,” Y/n interrupted.

Sebastian sighed. “I wouldn’t say anything I didn’t mean. If I didn’t love you, I’d run. I always do.” He scoffed. “But… I do love you. And I can even say that foul word. You’ve completely ruined me. I’m so young how could you do this to me?”

Y/n shrugged, and his smugness was so gorgeous Sebastian had to kiss him. When they parted, Y/n whispered, “Can we be different than everyone else? Can we just… not deal with all the bullshit? And work together and communicate and not fall apart? Or even worse - stay together forever even though the relationship is cannabilizing itself. Can you promise me we’ll never stop talking?”

Sebastian hummed, sighing. “I can promise I’ll always try.”

Y/n nodded. “That’s enough.” And it was. Everything else could fall apart. Their family, their relationship with Blaine. School could end. The Warblers could get usurped. It was all temporary. And maybe this was too, but it was also worth it in a way. Especially because it was temporary. Even if all they had was this week, or if it was for the rest of their lives… they had each other. What more could one person ask for than that?

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[stanathanxoox]

Listen To Them

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"don't listen to me, listen to them" - Sebastian Smythe x reader

You and Sebastian were on your way to the coffee shop, you were listening intently to what he was telling you about his new favourite song, when you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. You spin on your heels and turn, seeing your friends from McKinley and Glee club.

“We were headed to the cafe and then headed to the corn maze. Did you want to come and join us?” Marley asks and you look over at Sebastian. This was the first time that you’d gotten to spend with your boyfriend in the last two weeks because of rehearsals for competitions. Mr Schuester and Finn were in the middle of a rut and so that was kind of affecting your progress but you were hoping that today would just be about the two of you.

“Um, I think Sebastian and I-” but Kitty cuts you off 

“Seriously Y/N, how do we know you're a team player if you're choosing your boyfriend from the opposition, might I add, over us?” she’s standing in your personal space now and you feel intimidated.

“I am a team player but I’m allowed to spend time with Sebas-”

“She’s allowed to spend time with whoever she wan-” but you and Sebastian are both cut off by Ryder saying

“Come on Y/N/N, it would be a lot of fun if we were all there together”. You look at your team mates and then over at your boyfriend in time to hear him mutter

“Don’t listen to me, listen to them. Go enjoy yourself” you shake your head and entwine your fingers with his

“I’m sorry guys, but today is my date with Sebastian. Plans that we’ve had booked for a while. You’ll have to tell me about the corn maze on Monday” you say dragging Sebastian with you towards the cafe. When the others are out of ear shot Sebastian says

“You didn’t have to do that Y/N, you could’ve spent time with them if you wanted” he says and you shake your head. 

“What I want is to spend time with you, and to not think or talk about glee club for the time we have together” you tell him, raising an eyebrow and he nods, squeezing your hand as the two of you resume your walk again.

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[cuntycassandra]

i saw this and thought of jeffbastian, and realized i must immediately send it to you <3

The best part is this could go either way 😭. It’s so jeffbas though.

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Saw the last ask and now I'm curious about your opinions on Kurtbastian inviting a 3rd... who the top runners would be (personally my top choice is Elliot bc I love kurtbastian in Kurt's nyc glowup era)

Ahahaha what an EXCELLENT thought anon I'm very glad your mind went there

So I definitely agree Elliott would be a top contender. Honestly they would be an unstoppable trio imo, I feel like they'd all be best friends. I've also definitely written a fic where Kurtbastian are in a relationship and have a threesome with Elliott, so. Yeah.

Depending on the AU I think Blaine could be an option for them. I said this might be a no for Puckurt because of Klaine's history, but I don't think that would be an issue for Kurtbastian honestly. So unless Klaine ended on bad terms, I think this could be pretty likely.

Those are probably the two most likely. I might round out the top 3 with Sam? Also potentially Puck depending on the AU. Or maybe one of the Warblers... I'm not sure which one (Nick or Jeff I guess?), but I feel like that would be a good option.

But also shoutout to this fic which features Kurtbastian having a threesome with Puck, and then another with Sam. It's a good one.

I'm also now thinking about Dave - that's a tricky one because he has a kind of complicated history with both of them. So while I definitely don't think it's out of the question I think it would really depend on context/the AU we're working with. I could imagine a scenario where he'd be in their top choices.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hi! Could you recommend some fanfics where Kurt’s working on a car/being knowledgeable about cars and Blaine’s just admiring him and getting turned on😮‍💨

Here you are! ~Jen

Need for Speed 'Verse by @lady-divine-writes

Kurt Hummel moves from California to Lima after his dad's heart attack causes them to lose their repair shop. Kurt leaves his prestigious performing arts school and any chance of moving to New York and getting into NYADA. His only other joy in life is custom tuning cars, but his father doesn't approve. Things seem to get back on track when he joins the Dalton Crew as their mechanic, behind his father's back. He'll make the money he needs as long as he can put up with the unwanted attention of Sebastian Smythe. But, how will his dreams change after he meets the head of the McKinley Crew, Blaine Anderson, who decides that winning Kurt Hummel will be his next big challenge?

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Freeway of Love by Hildigunnur

50's AU. Blaine's dreams had grown far too big for small town Ohio.  He wanted to hit the freeway and drive until he found a city where his music career could grow. The one thing Blaine hadn't counted on was falling for the mechanic who was making sure his pink Cadillac Sophie could take him where his destiny awaited...

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Don't Screw This Up by @hazelandglasz

Kurt's working as a mechanic in his dad's garage and Blaine keeps faking car trouble just to see him (like "my car's making these noises!" "Mr. Anderson, that's just the engine." Or he snaps off his own rearview mirror so Kurt can reattach it.) He'd really like to ask Kurt out but is afraid he'll say no, and he also doesn't want to ask him in his work place. Up to filler whether Blaine eventually gets his shit together or Kurt has enough and leaves his cell number somewhere for Blaine to find.

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Coffee, Cars, and Marion Cotillard by annieapple24

Blaine is having the worst day imaginable. When his car breaks down and he ends up at a random mechanic shop in Lima, he resigns himself to hours of boredom. Then a boy in bedazzled coveralls comes to the rescue.

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Car Trouble by flyin'rabbit

Blaine’s car decides to break down… in Lima, of all places! AU from 2x05.

[antisocialmastermind]

The Collector

a klaine word scramble fic

Chapter 2

Day 2: H B U L S A F = Bashful, ablush, blush

Chapter 1 (on Ao3)

They drink too much.

Justin and Michael don’t make it, but Chandler and Sebastian do. Kurt slides into the bench seat and Sebastian drags a second tiny table into the corner. The air feels electric and joyous and Kurt can’t drag his eyes away from Elliott’s giddy, excited face. He’s really unfairly beautiful. Elliott volunteers to get the first round.

“No way,” Kurt says. “We’re celebrating you. I’m buying.” They all know that Sebastian will most likely end the night by intercepting the check anyway.

Elliott’s drinking bourbon, of course, while Kurt orders a Martini and Sebastian sips a Negroni. It’s Chandler who raises his bright green Midori Sour into the air with a “Cheers, bitches. Now what exactly are we celebrating?” 

Kurt chuckles when Elliott grins and launches into a little monologue, spilling out an idea that’s further developed than Kurt expected. He’s grinning like a maniac while Chandler’s mouth hangs open and Sebastian looks typically unimpressed.

“Oh, my gawd,” Chandler squawks, “Were you ever going to tell us?”

“I just did,” Elliott laughs.

Sebastian leans forward and actually puts on his glasses. Kurt snorts. Sebastian takes himself way too seriously. 

“Wait a second,” Sebastian interrupts, sounding every bit the Wall Street banker that he is, “tell me that you have an actual business plan and not just some hippie-dippy dream to make art.”

“Wow. Bitchy,” Chandler says, glancing at him across the small table.

“Remind me again why we like you,” Kurt mutters at the same time, but his gaze is teasing when he looks at Sebastian. 

“Not bitchy, just starkly realistic,” Sebastian snipes at Chandler before turning to Kurt. “And you like me because I bring the classy to this otherwise sad little congregation.” Elliott throws his head back and laughs. Kurt kind of wants to suck on his neck. He flags down the waitress instead.

Sebastian spends a few minutes grilling Elliott before he leans back in his seat, apparently satisfied. It turns out that Elliott’s dad’s attorney has already set up an LLC – Elliott has a business plan and a tax ID and insurance and permits. Sebastian’s glasses go back into his breast pocket. “Alright,” he allows, “you get the Smythe stamp of approval.”

Chandler and Kurt burst into laughter as Elliott raises an eyebrow and calls Sebastian a pompous ass. Sebastian just shrugs. “You love me.”

Elliott’s voice drops. “I do,” he says, and Kurt is struck by the softness in his blue eyes.

“So,” Chandler says after a second, “spill boys. Who besides me is gettin’ some on the regular?” Kurt shrieks “Since when?” a little too loudly and the couple at the other end of the long bench shoots them a look. Elliott’s giggling while Sebastian smirks smugly and suddenly they’re talking about boys and their jobs and celebrity crushes. (“Tom Cruise is not hot, Chandler. He’s old. And a fucking psycho.”) 

Conversation finally drifts back to Elliott’s plan. Kurt props his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands. Chandler’s listing to one side and Sebastian’s face is flushed. The night is winding slowly down.

Elliott talks about the space he’s found and the renovations he envisions. He has a list of artists he wants to work with to stage the opening, and he wants Kurt’s input and also his work, and Kurt’s heart stutters in his chest a little. He tries to make it mean nothing that Elliott so clearly wants him as a… business partner? But it could be something. It could.

Sebastian brings up a possible name and they brainstorm, fueled by alcohol and camaraderie. Chandler’s suggestions are ridiculous (Imagination Station?), while Sebastian’s are too safe (The Gilbert Gallery). Elliott thinks maybe he’ll just go with Art Space when Kurt says softly, “What about Muse?” Their eyes meet across the table and Kurt feels a spark ignite under his skin.

“Muse Gallery,” says Elliott, with a devilish, sloppy grin. “I love it.” And he gestures for another round.

So, yeah. They drink too much. 

Which is probably to blame for what happens after.

****

It’s late when they leave, Sebastian and Chandler sharing a cab while Kurt and Elliott link arms and head down the sidewalk toward their apartment. Kurt’s humming under his breath and Elliott skips a step to synchronize their footfalls as they walk. Kurt’s not sure how much happier he could possibly be.

“We’re doing this, right?” Elliott asks suddenly. Kurt studies his profile and smiles.  

“What exactly do you want me to do?” he says.

“Well, I want your work, Kurt. Obviously. I definitely want that blue and black eye–” Elliot doesn’t notice Kurt’s sharp inhale “–but I want your input on the renovation; you have such a great sense of that stuff. And you can help do front of house if you want and I want you to use the studio, too–”

“There’s a studio?” Kurt interrupts Elliott’s babble.

“You’ll see,” Elliott explains. “The space was a cafe, so I’m gonna keep part of the kitchen as a little studio. Imagine not having to walk down three flights just to clean brushes.”

“Imagine,” Kurt says softly. He wonders how Elliott hasn’t ever figured out that the eye – a textured fabric collage in blue, black and white – is his eye. That it’s the closest Kurt’s gotten to putting his feelings for Elliott into his work. Elliott’s definitely oblivious sometimes. He breezes through life in full steam ahead mode and glitters and shines and asks for forgiveness rather than permission. Kurt squeezes Elliott’s arm in his and smiles down at the sidewalk.

****

It takes Kurt two tries to get his key in the lock. He shakes his head at himself and squints a little and manages to get the apartment door open without further incident. He precedes Elliott into the dim living room but turns back when he hears him stumble, moving quickly to offer his arm. And Kurt’s breath gets stuck in his throat.

Elliott just glows in the doorway, backlit by the hallway light. There’s a syrupy golden aura clinging to his hair and cheekbones and shoulders as he looks into Kurt’s eyes and smiles at his own tipsy clumsiness.

Kurt’s just done. He’s been so bashful, so quietly flirty and besotted for so long. He takes a half step more and gently grasps Elliotts face in both hands, gazing up at him. But Elliott’s hands flutter up to hover near his shoulders, palms out toward Kurt, like he doesn’t know what to do with them. The momentum of the closing door pulls Elliott behind it and he takes a shaky step back.

“Whoa,” he says, and it’s unclear whether that’s for Kurt or for his second stumble in as many minutes, but it doesn’t really matter. Kurt’s face blushes hot and he pulls his own hands back as if he’s been burned.

“Oh god,” he murmurs at the floor, “I am so, so sorry–”

“Kurt,” Elliott says gently, “it’s fine. Really.”

Kurt dares to look up at him and oh shit, he’s not going to cry right now, he’s not. But Elliott’s so beautiful and Kurt just wants him and he’s probably ruined everything between them and oh my god he needs to find a new apartment, like, right now –

“Kurt, stop panicking,” Elliott murmurs. “You’re okay. It’s fine.”

Kurt just can’t keep looking at his face. He crosses and sinks into the sofa, dropping his face into his hands. “I’m so sorry,” he says again, “I’ve just. I’ve had the biggest crush on you for so long.”

And Elliott must be part cat because Kurt’s not aware of him moving, but he’s suddenly sitting next to him on the couch, gently grasping Kurt’s wrists to pull his hands away from his face.

“I know,” he says.

Kurt’s mouth drops open. “You know?” He looks at Elliott, ablush with temper and embarrassment and too many Martinis. He wants to say something biting and clever, but words elude him. He stares, moisture prickling at the corners of his eyes.

Elliott is still holding Kurt’s wrists, and he slides his grip so that they’re holding hands, looking at each other, side by side on the couch.

“Kurt,” he says tenderly, “you’re wonderful. I think you’re smart and talented and funny and amazing. I love you. I love you like an insane amount. But not that way. I’m sorry. I sort of wish I could. But you’re…you’re my best friend and my brother and you’ve been my muse and I just–” he sighs and shakes his head slightly.  “I just thought I’d keep my mouth shut and let you get over it. I’m sorry.”

Kurt’s heart is badly bruised, if not broken, and he’s so utterly mortified and he kind of wants to yell. Or cry. Or tell Elliott to take his friendship and shove it up his glorious fucking ass. But he doesn’t. He sighs, a little shaky, and says, “Thanks for putting up with me.”

Elliott smiles. “I don’t put up with you. I love you. And our friendship is so important to me. We’re gonna be fine.”

Kurt needs distance, privacy and sleep. And probably Advil. 

“We are,” he tells Elliott as he rises. “Thank you.” Opening the door to the safe haven that is his bedroom, he turns back. 

“Elliott?” He pauses. “I hope this doesn’t change anything.”

Elliott flumps back into the couch cushions with a tiny, warm chuckle. “I hope you’re kidding. Can’t have Muse Gallery without a muse, right? Go to bed.”

Kurt does.

Chapter 1 on Ao3 Chapter 3

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Red White &amp; Royal Blue (Quinntanas Version)

by mileslopez13 WHAT HAPPENS WHEN AMERICA'S FIRST DAUGHTER FALLS IN LOVE WITH THE PRINCESS OF WALES?   Santana Lopez is beautiful, charismatic, a genius - pure millennial-marketing gold for the White House ever since her mother first became President of the United States. There's only one problem. When the tabloids get hold of a photo involving an altercation between Santana and Princess Quinn, U.S./British relations take a turn for the worse. Heads of family and state devise a plan for damage control: stage a truce. But what begins as a fake, Instagrammable friendship grows deeper, and more dangerous, than either Santana or Quinn could have imagined. Soon they are hurtling into a secret romance that could derail the presidential campaign and upend two nations. Words: 5139, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Glee (TV 2009) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Mike Chang, Jake Puckerman, Brittany S. Pierce, Sam Evans (Glee), Mercedes Jones, Judy Fabray, Shelby Corcoran, Sheldon Beiste, Sebastian Smythe, Sue Sylvester Relationships: Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez Additional Tags: Adaptation, Lesbian Quinn Fabray, ooc Sam evans via https://ift.tt/EloRmc1

[kittyphoenix12-xx]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

thanks to @thatgirlwithasquid for tagging me with the word SWEET <3 ily

S - try it once more (with feeling) (Kurtbastian, Glee)

Sebastian Smythe was in love with Kurt Hummel. And here he stood, twenty-nine years old, in love for the first (and probably the last) time, the best man to a vow renewal for a relationship that wasn’t working. Kurt and Blaine were a car crash turned concerning car pile-up, every minute they were still together added another car to the dumpster fire. Here’s the thing, and Sebastian can acknowledge the less positive aspects of his personality (used to pride himself with it, in fact), he’s a completely biased person.

W - awakened and found again (Gen, Glee)

When Sue saw that greasy, boy-band haired William Shuester walk into McKinley, proud and satisfied grin on his face, she decided, without a doubt, that she’d ruin his day. She watched as he greeted a bunch of the bone-headed Neanderthals by the trash, ignoring the small figure held in their grasp. Sue didn’t care about the students that she taught, but Shue did (or he claimed too, seeing as he walked by the twink without saying anything). As he entered the school, she exited her office and followed him to the staffroom. Big-eyed Bambi greeted him with a wave as she wiped down the table (Sue had once suggested that they stopped hiring janitors and instead just let Emma clean everything).

E - The Hawkins Mystery (Hellcheer, Harringrove, Buckleway - ST)

Eddie lived in Hawkins all his life and lived with the knowledge that there was something wrong with it. There had always been something sinister surrounding the town, with its dark forests and long winding roads. As shadows stretched into the night and each house grew dark with sleep, the forests and darkness came to life with something cold that settled in Eddie’s bones. The trailer camp was by the thickest edge of the forest, near Lover’s Lake and Skull Rock, but closed in by the circle of trees whose branches seemed to loom over them. Sometimes, in the beginning years after his dad went to prison, Eddie would sit on the steps of Uncle Wayne’s trailer and stare into the forest. If he listened closely, and let his imagination run wild, Eddie thought he could hear monsters in the woods. Sometimes they sounded like his dad.

E - The Lighthouse Keeper and The Mermaid (BuckTommy, 911)

“Evan,” he says, watching the man before him poke at the food on his plate, “I think you look like an Evan.” “Evan,” the other says, name rolling off his tongue, teeth blunt and human. “What does it mean?” “Mean?” Tommy thinks for a moment, mind running back through the baby-name book Howard was pouring through. “Bringer of good news or young warrior or gracious.” Evan grunts around the bacon in his mouth, he hums, chews and swallows. “Good news,” he says satisfied. “No-one has said that before.”

T - Naruto Lives Alone (Gen, Naruto)

The night was cool and crisp as the smouldering remains of the hospital finally began to dissipate. It was silent as the shinobi picked through the rubble, unearthing comrades and civilians alike, injured or dead in the wake of the Kyuubi’s destruction. Kakashi leapt deftly from a semi-collapsed rooftop, over most of the destruction, landing on the stone of the fallen hospital. It crumbled beneath his feet, but he didn’t care as he stumbled over to where two bodies lay. His heart was in his throat as he drew nearer, desperately straining to hear any noise, any slight movement to indicate that Kushina and Minato were alive. There was low wailing.

imma tag @elledelajoie @salty-autistic-writer @nachtwaechterin @half-oz-eddie and anyone else who wants to ramble with the word BEACH

[thestarspangledcaptain]

Who/What I Will Write For!

Warning: Mini Essay Ahead

Please Note: If you are requesting, I would prefer if you gave me the desired pronouns for the reader/character!

What I Can / Would Be Comfortable Writing & Or What Topics I Will Cover:

AUs

Expansion of plot lines

Writing for established couples

Reader inserts

Y/N

OC

Any type of romance trope

Platonic relationships

Sibling relationships

Parent relationships (including certain characters as your parent)

Magical beings

Powers

One shots and multi part imagines

LGBTQIA + characters and readers

LGBTQIA + romance

Plot line changes, time changes

Non canonical couples

Canonical couples

Non canon friendships and canon friendships

Small age gaps (when writing for older characters I will made ages fitting with the character) ex: Tony stark. WARNING: If the age gap makes the characters have a legal adult and minor relationship (w the exception of a senior and junior in high school type of thing)

Certain characters (non lgbtq) in lgbtq relationships. For example Natasha Romanoff is a lesbian relationship.

Writings inspired by a song. (I have written work planned out already)

Any shapes and sizes

Angst

Fluff

More steamy scenes (prob up to third base

More serious topics I will cover:

Mental Illness (Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar, Schizophrenia)

Disabilities (From physical to internal)

Health Issues

Eating Disorders

Self harm

Suicidal thoughts / attempts

Dysmorphia and insecurities

Abusive relationships

Bullying

Surgeries

Fainting

Vomiting (due to ED or illness)

Death

(Car)Accidents

Hospitalization

Sexual assault and rape SURVIVORS and sometimes I may write about a character’s recovery and process of coping with something that traumatic

Therapy

Homophobia

Complicated relationships

Adoption

I will NOT Write anything (no hate to those who enjoy reading some of these things, I just personally would not enjoy writing it or be fully comfortable writing it):

Yandere

Furry related things

Omegaverse

I will absolutely NOT change the sexuality of a character if it is specifically stated (ex. Phastos from Eternals, Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, Santana Lopez, America Chavez)

I will NOT write an age gap more than an absolute max of ten years

I will NOT romanticize things in the serious topics I will write for section. They are serious topics and things such as eating disorders are serious, they should not be romanticized. I write things with heavier topics to help people.

Absolutely NO rape scenes

Inappropriate relationships (college student and professor is an absolute no)

smut

I likely won’t redeem people if they’ve done something incredibly evil

Ok here we go! I apologize for the lack of alphabetical order

Avengers/Marvel:

I will for almost any character (mainly excluding some villains)

Any Peter Parker (just request which one you prefer)

X men

Disney:

The princes

Princesses

Big hero six (I will write for hiro exclusively platonically)

Glee:

From Og Cast up to season 4, including Sebastian smythe and warblers

No Sylvester, or schue romance

Harry Potter:

Golden trio

Weasleys

Draco

Cedric

Cho

Luna

Krum

Fleur

Oliver

Seamus

Neville

Young Marauders

Top Gun (+ TG Maverick):

Maverick

Iceman

Goose

Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood

Rooster

Hangman (I adore Jake seresin)

Bob

Phoenix

Coyote

Payback

Fanboy

Non Romantic character relationships I will write for in the Top Gun world:

Cyclone

Maverick

Penny

Admiral Cain

Admiral Warlock

Descendants:

Mal

Evie

Carlos

Jay

Doug

Ben

Jane

Lonnie

Audrey

Uma

Harry

Gil

Percy Jackson TO:

Percy

Annabeth

Grover

Luke

Clarisse

Nico

Tyson

Characters of the following actors (so if the listed actor portrayed a character I will write):

Grant Gustin

Chris Evans

Chris Pratt

Chris Hemsworth

Darren Criss

Dove Cameron

Scarlett Johansson

Emma Wattson

Jennifer Lawrence

Emma Stone

Margot Robbie

Glenn Powell

Sydney Sweeney

Andrew Garfield

I will update this list as I get reminded of more people. :) Have a great day, you are loved

[calsvoid]

there’s no harm in curiosity

read on ao3

It’s nothing serious, just a thought that once snuck into his brain and never really left. — Blaine’s developed a new habit.

note: this is just a unfinished drabble i wrote at like one am, so if it sucks, it’s because i put very minimal effort into it

Blaine likes to imagine how it could be, sometimes.

Dating Sebastian Smythe.

It’s nothing serious, just a thought that once snuck into his brain and never really left. It’s sort of funny, in a way. Sebastian’s not the type for romance, barely lets the adrenaline of his last fling wear off before moving onto the next.

That’s not to say that he wouldn’t make a good boyfriend though. Blaine even thinks that he could be a really great one, if he ever spent time with someone beyond just fucking them. He sees it sometimes, how there’s an underlying gentleness to Sebastian. It’s hidden well—beneath all the exaggerated sophistication, the disguised emotions, the smiles turned smirks—but he still notices. He likes to think Sebastian lets him.

And so, he imagines. Mostly at convenient times when he doesn’t need to focus all that much. Maybe his mind wanders more often nowadays. It’s no big deal. He’s allowed to be curious. The idea of Sebastian dating is interesting.

[klaine-a03-feed]

Headphones Recommended

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AlBuKwW by Falles "I'm not going to watch videos of people tapping things to sleep. I'm not that desperate." "You dozed off while pouring coffee and spilled it all over the table. In my opinion, yes, you are." Words: 9212, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, Kitty Wilde, Mercedes Jones Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Cooper Anderson/Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson & Kitty Wilde, Kurt Hummel & Mercedes Jones Additional Tags: Online Romance, Cute, Meet-Cute, Cute Ending, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Insomnia, Social Anxiety, Jeremiah is an ass, and Sebastian can't stand him, Some Humor, Tumblr Prompt, teacher!Blaine, he teaches art history, I don't know why... but I can imagine him doing it, massage therapist!kurt, asmrartist!kurt, ASMR, Fluff and Humor, Mentioned Quinn Fabray, Lesbian Kitty Wilde, Everyone Is Gay, blaine is stressed, ASMR Triggers

[stanathanxoox]

I Think We Failed Him

gif is not mine

Thank you to @creativepromptsforwriting for these prompts; Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving: Twenty-Four Touches. There will be more of these fics to come as they are a work in progress but I hope you like what I have so far

Stanathanxoox

An arm sneaking around a waist, holding them close – Sebastian Smyth x reader

Whilst the rest of the New Directions mourned the loss of nationals after the loss of losing Finn earlier in the year, you had made your way to your boyfriends place. Sebastian was a member of the Warblers so knew of your love of the glee club, as a matter of fact it was one of the things that had drawn the two of you together in the beginning. You knocked on the door and waited for him to open the door, you could hear him call out to his parents that he had the door and then finally the door opens and you finally see his face after what feels like forever.

“Hey sweetheart, how’d it go?” he asks and your face crumbles and you sag, his arms immediately sneaking their way around your waist as he pulls you close to his body and whispers in your ear, little reassurances, before you feel a place kissed to the side of your head and you smile a watery smile as you pull back and whisper

“I just feel like we failed Finn somehow, I know he’s looking down on us thinking we gave it our all but, I just feel like theirs something that we could’ve done to be better than Throat Explosion you know?” you say and Sebastian nods, placing a kiss on your cheek as he whispers

“I’m sure Finn is proud of each and every one of you my sweet girl, and Throat Explosion, well they have another thing coming for them next year then don’t they, because if I know New Directions they won’t back down” he says and you nod your head agreeing with your boyfriend as he pulls you into his family home and out of the eyes of the neighbourhood.

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[69-toojay]

Back when I binged glee in covid I used to bother my then friend, now ex about all my glee opinions and stuff and we somehow made this running joke that sebastian was a brown boy because why else would someone have so little chill about a school extracurricular right?

It started as a joke, and it's little more than crack even now but the thought of a biracial seb (sebu as we called him) is still funny and it endeared him to me. Through him we'd go on to make fantastical stories about the universe in which he was half brown. I don't know if I need to mention I'm brown too but yeah

The lore went as follows Sebastian's father Arshad Smythe was a second generation south asian immigrant who studied law in France where he met Mrs. Smythe.

we made him the most run of the mill brown dad imaginable and we loved him so much because of it , he was obviously just based on our fathers and uncles and brothers. The people we loved, who loved us in return, the people whose dad jokes and overbearing old timer antics we rolled our eyes at.

Mr and Mrs Smythe alternated living between France and Ohio, where Mr. Smythes childhood home was. It was a dilapidated suburban duplex complete with ugly beige carpeting. But Mr. Smythe just couldn't bear to part with it so he never sold the house or moved out. He would buy his son the best cars and enroll him in the best schools. He'd spend on everything else but he just couldn't change anything about the house his mother had lived in.

Sebastian and his mother understood. She had been important to them too. Samantha Smythe remembered all the times she sat on the floor of this house so the older woman could rub coconut oil into her hair. Sebastian remembered the spicy pickles she cooked in her kitchen, how good they tasted. So they understood.

Burt Hummel was an old friend of Mr. Smythes. He'd babysit Sebastian every once in a while, Santana too. So Kurt, Sebastian and Santana were all friends that got upto fun shenanigans in this world.

Sebastian had a cat called Maribelle, who scratched and bit everyone except for their trio and Mr. Smythe, she was also a mafia boss and an interdimensional/ divine immortal being who had a life of crime on the weekends. He had found her as a stray and begged his dad to let him keep keep her. He did albeit begrudgingly as all dads do, and then quickly became best friends with her as all dads do. I drew cartoons of Kurt and Sebastian as preteens chilling on beach chairs with sunglasses on, in the front yard of Sebastian's grandma's house. Mr Smythe , a portly gentleman with a half bald head with borders of dark hair lining the sides, wearing thick framed glasses would yell at them about their homework to which they'd reply "It's Sunbathe Saturday, Dad!"

Mr Smythe would then grumble and pick up Maribelle who had been in the process of burying a man, unbeknownst to him.

We had so many really specific just brown people things jokes about Sebastian, like him putting 'manja', a type of liquid glass used in competitive kite racing in South Asia in the rock salt slushie. Just him in general being really excited about sharp drinks after his brown cousin back in his home country show him the ropes.

Him being the kind of typical annoying uncultured highschool boy, ' kamla', who hung around coffee shops all day.

Him challenging his father to a game of cards at age eleven by making Mr. Smythe promise if he won he would have to love him unconditionally. Just as he pulled out the last ace he yelled out 'I'm gay but you love unconditionally no take backs!" And ran up the stairs yelling "no take backs!" As santana and kurt blocked mr smythes entrance to the stairway by popping ill timed party poppers.

If Seb ever got into any scuffles with them during play time he'd fire off a flurry of mixed French and Bengali curse causing Kurtana to exchange confused glances like, did you get any of that ?

His early s3 backstory was literally Mr Smythe being a little bit of a tiger parent. But then when he breaks down because of the Dave thing his dad makes amends saying "I want you to be the best at everything seb, and that includes being a person."

The scandals fix it in this universe was Maribelle scratching Blaines eyes out when she overhears about it from kurt and seb discussing it.

I figured later that Mr Smythe must have taken his wife's name because it's hardly a brown name even in Christian circles, to which my ex had replied you only realised now?

There's really no words in English to properly translate the jokes and their cultural significance to us. Parts of brown seb universe bled into my shitposts and fics but I could never part with him fully. Because the world wasn't ready for or interested in him. Since then I've graduated college, I've lost access to the Instagram account we used to text about this world in, and I've lost my ex and I've lost that time in my life, Brown Seb only exists in my memory now. So now maybe it's time to give him to the world so he exists outside of it too. Idk if there are Desi gleeks out there who get the jokes, but til then this post is just for me to remember

[daisyishedwig]

Chapter 4 of when you hold me, it holds me together is now up!

when you hold me, it holds me together (11557 words) by Daisyishedwig Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: Glee Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Characters: Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson, Sam Evans (Glee), Carole Hudson-Hummel, Burt Hummel, Finn Hudson, Kurt Hummel Additional Tags: Child Abuse, Domestic Violence, Skank Blaine Anderson, Skank Sebastian Smythe, Sebastian Smythe Goes to William McKinley High School, Protective Blaine Anderson, Past Klaine Series: Part 5 of i fear that they already got all the best parts of me Summary: Sebastian had thought a lot about how his father would react if he found the tiny sliver of happiness he had carved out for himself in Lima. Usually he imagined it happening when he was with Blaine. His father driving past as Sebastian climbed into or out of Blaine’s BMW two blocks from his house. Or of him cutting a trip short and coming home earlier than expected to find Blaine in his house, fucking his son. But there was something comforting knowing Blaine would be there. Because of course he would. And what could his father possibly do to him with Blaine around? And that thought made the inevitable not seem so scary. He should have been scared.

I've been so excited about finally introducing Kurt into this story. Even though it is a Seblaine endgame fic, Kurt is very important for understanding Blaine and who he's become and, also, I love him and since I started writing primarily Seblaine I simply don't get to write him enough.

Kurt and Sebastian just have a great dynamic that is so fun to write, and while I can't bring myself to actually write Kurtbastian, boy do I love playing around with these boys being friends.

[seblaineworld]

Sex Education (7401 words) by so_long_soldier28

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Glee

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe

Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe, Tina Cohen-Chang, Sam Evans (Glee), Nick the Warbler (Glee), Jeff (Glee), Thad (Glee)

Additional Tags: Seblaine Week 2023 (Glee), Day 3: Dalton, I'm late I know, Dalton Academy, High School, Blaine Anderson & Tina Cohen-Chang & Sam Evans Friendship, Condoms, Sexual innuendos, kind of inspired by sex education, but i haven't seen past the 3rd ep of that show, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Feelings, blaine has anxiety, and a tendency to ramble, but sebastian is patient with him, Friendship, Developing Friendships

Series: Part 1 of 10 Days Of Seblaine 2023

Summary:

It's hard to imagine anything good could come out of a mandatory sex ed class. Especially one where you're paired up with your ex-best friend, with whom things didn't really work out well. Yet maybe that class is exactly what's needed to push two friends back together. Maybe, someday, they could be even more.