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“Just a few last touches!” Rachel called as she touched Sebastian’s hair once again. Honestly, Sebastian had no idea why Blaine had thought it was a good idea to have Rachel plan their wedding instead of the wedding planner his mom had offered to them in a state of extreme glee when she heard that Sebastian was marrying an Anderson, but it was a mistake. Sebastian had been freaking out for the better part of the whole day and Rachel constantly touching his hair was not good for that.
“It’s fine, Rachel,” Sebastian assured the NYADA student as she worked on moving his hair in another direction to see if ‘maybe it would look better’ . Sebastian wasn’t entirely sure how many directions his hair could be moved in, but he was about two inches away from slapping her in the face. While this seemed like a brilliant idea, a voice that sounded oddly like Blaine’s disagreed. It was then that he remembered something Rachel had been ranting about. “Hey, Rach,” he started conversationally. Rachel just hummed in question as she moved his hair to yet another side. “Didn’t you say the cake you ordered should be getting here shortly?”
“Oh!” Rachel answered instead of actually answering. She dropped Sebastian’s hair back onto his head like it was on fire before quickly making her way out of the backroom, screaming to some poor delivery man who had no idea what he was in for. Sebastian chuckled softly at her before looking in the mirror. He fixed his hair for real (he was sure Rachel would mess with it yet again when she returned) and straightened his jacket. He looked at himself in the mirror and tried saying, “I’m getting married.”
The phrase felt so foreign on Sebastian’s tongue. From the time he was ten, when he had first figured out that he didn’t like girls the same way other French boys did, Sebastian knew marriage wasn’t for people like him. He thought marriage, garbage, soulmates, all that shit was for straight people. Boys who liked boys didn’t do monogamy, they did the underground BDSM clubs in Paris that Sebastian’s mother shielded his eyes from when they passed by.
When his dad moved them to Ohio for work, things only got worse. Here in Ohio, he learned that not only was marriage reserved for straight people, it was reserved for the straight boys in his class that spoke perfect English and called Sebastian a “French freak” when he told them in a mixture of broken English and perfect French which impressed no one that he liked their shirts.
Sebastian learned to toughen up in this environment. As fucked up as it sounds, Scandals became his home. Sneaking in at age thirteen had been shockingly easy, and when he walked inside for the first time, well, to say he’d been blown away had been an understatement. He’d never seen so many gay men in such a small space, had never seen them love and be loved so freely. He’d been accepted by these people, they’d helped him learn English well enough to tell twinks his age (and maybe a little older) to get on their knees. As beautiful as Blaine’s plan at age seventeen to lose his virginity to someone special was, Sebastian had known it was bullshit. He’d lost his virginity half drunk against a bathroom stall at two in the morning to a man who called him Bill instead of Bas and hey, close enough, right?
Monogamy was not for people like him. Monogamy was for straight boys in his class who spoke perfect English. Monogamy was for successful gay guys who’d had supportive parents instead of parents that were rich and raised to be rich. Monogamy was for boys like Blaine, boys who respected themselves and had dreams of Disney perfect marriages, regardless for gender. Monogamy and marriage was not for boys who spoke a mixture of French and broken English, was not for boys who lost their virginity to a stranger who called them Bill, was not for boys like Sebastian was. As Sebastian reached out to touch his reflection in the mirror, he could hardly believe that marriage was for someone like him.
“Knock knock,” came a voice from the doorway, breaking Sebastian out of his thoughts. Sebastian whipped around in a way that would have been comical to the outside observer. There stood Blaine, his gorgeous fiancé and soon to be husband, dressed in a simple white tux with a black bowtie to match. His hair was gelled back on his head and his eyes were warm and calm. “Hey Bas,” he greeted softly.
Sebastian’s mind whirled with a million things that he could possibly say to Blaine at the current moment. For some reason, his mind decided on, “Rachel would kill you if she knew you were here.” Sebastian knew how stupid it sounded as soon as it left his lips.
Fortunately for Sebastian, Blaine just chuckled fondly. “I know,” Blaine answered as he stepped further into the room, letting the door fall shut behind him. “I just couldn’t help myself. You were thinking so loudly that I heard it a room away.”
Blaine had said that to Sebastian a few times, and it had never quite made sense. Blaine said that Sebastian wore his heart on his sleeve when you got to know him and that it was easy to see when he was sad, but there would be times when Blaine would know Sebastian was sad without even being in the same room as him, sending him sweet texts or bouquets of flowers or boxes of chocolates to try and cheer him up. Sometimes, Sebastian thought he wouldn’t be surprised if Blaine could actually read his mind.
Blaine crossed the room and gathered Sebastian into his arms. His hand went under Sebastian’s jacket and traced patterns into his back over his shirt. Sebastian nearly melted under Blaine’s touch. He knew it sounded gross and cheesy, but Blaine’s touch and the warmth that came with it was enough to almost instantly calm him. “What’s going on, Sebastian?” Blaine asked softly.
Sebastian didn’t answer right away, unsure how to put into words everything he’d been feeling all day. How could he possibly begin to explain why monogamy wasn’t made for people like him, the boy that had laughed at him and called him a French freak when he was thirteen and told the boy that he liked his shirt in a mixture of English and the perfect French that impressed no one, how he knew that his parents were disappointed in him by the way their voice dropped when colleagues asked them about their gay son Sebastian, how he lost his virginity to a man in a bathroom who called him Bill and Blaine had never had any of this because monogamy was meant for him, how could he possibly understand when he was the perfect candidate for monogamy?
Fortunately, Sebastian didn’t have to try to voice any of this as Blaine seemed to understand. He turned Sebastian towards the mirror and wrapped his arms around Sebastian’s waist. Sebastian looked at himself in the mirror and couldn’t understand why Blaine would want to spend the rest of his forever with him. “Can’t believe it, huh?” Blaine asked softly and, yeah, that was one way to put it. Sebastian shook his head gently. “Me neither. I never thought this day would come.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at that. “You didn’t?” he asked. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t keep the slimmer of insecurity from his voice. He chuckled softly, a teasing intonation to his voice to bring it back in his favor. “I thought you were all about those Disney perfect weddings.”
Blaine himself laughed at that and pulled Sebastian tighter against his body. Sebastian could feel the heat radiating off of his body. If he was a horny seventeen year old, this way have turned him on, but for the time being, it just served as a positive reminder. Blaine was there. He wasn’t leaving. He was right there. “Disney fairytale?” Blaine reiterated. “Nah. I knew that my parent’s Catholic idea of marriage wasn’t for people like me.” His voice quieted a bit as he said his next sentence, “I never even thought I’d be married.”
“But you’re the perfect candidate to be married,” Sebastian blurted suddenly, without even thinking about it. It seemed once he opened his mouth, he was unable to shut it again as he just continued to talk. “I mean, you’re so polite and proper. Everyone you meet falls in love with you, without fail. You have this aura about you.” His voice went quiet as he went on. “Sometimes I can’t believe you chose me. The Scandals slut.”
“Oh Bas,” Blaine said softly. “So that’s what’s going through your head.” He sighed softly, his hands tracing Sebastian’s sides under his jacket, warming every area of skin that they came in contact with. The effect was oddly calming and Sebastian leaned into it without really thinking. “Look at me,” Blaine commanded softly. Sebastian met his eyes through the mirror. Blaine’s eyes were warm and soft, caring and concerned at the same time. “Your past doesn’t matter, Sebastian. All that matters i that we found each other.”
Finally looking at Blaine and not at himself, Sebastian understood what Blaine was getting at. His past didn’t matter because that wasn’t right now. The boy that laughed at him and called him a French freak when he told him he had a nice shirt in a mixture of broken English and perfect French didn’t matter because Blaine was always there when Sebastian was in the middle of heated ranting and forgot the English word for something, found Sebastian’s French beautiful instead of disgusting and freakish, as everyone in the past had. His parents didn’t matter when their voice dropped as they spoke about their gay son Sebastian because of the way Blaine’s eyes lit up and his voice grew fond as he talked about his amazing boyfriend, fiancé, husband Sebastian. The man he lost his virginity to in a Scandals bathroom at two in the morning with one too many drinks in him who called him Bill instead of Bas didn’t matter because every time with Blaine felt like a mixture of the first and the hundreth, and the sparks that Sebastian would get with orgasms given to him by these bathroom hookups were nothing compared to the fireworks he got with Blaine that lit him up from the inside and lasted for days . Looking into Blaine’s eyes, Sebastian realized exactly who monogamy was made for. And he was right, it wasn’t made for him. It was made for them.
Smiling a real smile for the first time that day, Sebastian grabbed Blaine’s hand. He ran his hands across the knuckles there before again meeting Blaine’s eyes in the mirror. And simple as that he broke out in a grin because, “we’re getting married.”