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Blaine giggles and clings tighter to Sebastian’s body as they slowly make their way up the stairs of his house—Sebastian’s arm secure around his waist, Blaine’s own hand gripping the other’s shoulder for balance.
“Shhhh!” Sebastian hisses, but that only makes Blaine laugh harder. He doesn’t even know what’s funny. He barely remembers leaving the party, but after the fourth drink Jeff handed him with a smirk, he stopped caring about details like that.
Jeff.
Blaine halts abruptly, straightening so suddenly that Sebastian almost tumbles backward.
“Blaine, what the fuck?!”
He turns his head, eyes wide, mouth open in shock. “I forgot Jeff!” Sebastian’s brows furrow, his eyes narrowing with annoyance he has no right to feel—because Blaine has done something horrible. In fact, he should probably take him back to the party. Blaine twists, almost losing his balance on the steep steps.
“What do you mean, you forgot Jeff? Forgot him where?”
He pushes at Sebastian’s arm, trying to stumble back down the staircase.
“I forgot…” he grunts as Sebastian tightens his hold. “At the party. I forgot him at the party!”
“Shhh!” Sebastian shushes again, harsher this time. “What are you talking about? It was Jeff’s house. He wasn’t coming with you.”
“But—” Blaine raises his voice, struggling harder, “I forgot to say goodbye! You have to take me back so I can say goodbye!”
“Blaine, for fuck’s sake, keep your voice down! You’ll wake your parents, and I doubt they’ll be thrilled to see you drunk off your ass. And stop—” he turns Blaine around by the wrist, “struggling, you’ll hurt yourself. We did say goodbye. He gave you the water bottle, remember?”
Blaine blinks down at the half-empty bottle in his hand. He stops squirming. “Oh.” His voice is small. “Right.”
Exasperated, Sebastian sighs. “Now can you please help me get you upstairs? You really need to sleep this off.”
“You shouldn’t curse like that,” Blaine mumbles, looping his arm back around Sebastian’s neck.
“Really? You’re the speech police now, Captain America?” Sebastian shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but he can’t help it, a fond smile tugs at his lips despite himself. Blaine grins at the sight, and suddenly Sebastian can’t even remember why he was upset a moment ago.
It takes almost a Herculean effort to drag Blaine up the last few steps—he grows heavier with each one. Sebastian kicks the door to Blaine’s room open, nudges him toward the bed, and finally lets him drop onto the mattress. Only then does Sebastian release him, panting heavily. He might be fit, but the grand staircase of the Anderson house feels like punishment. He should’ve taken Blaine back to his own place—let him crash in the pool house instead of enduring this late-night workout.
Blaine, oblivious to his struggle, snuggles into the pillows as Sebastian kneels to pull off his shoes. Giggling, Blaine wiggles his toes, making Sebastian smile despite himself.
Such a child.
Blaine fumbles with his shirt next, trying to pull it off but only managing to get stuck halfway. Sebastian groans, tugging the fabric free before Blaine can choke himself.
“No, don’t go,” Blaine mumbles as Sebastian tries to step back.
“I need to get home, Blaine.”
“Noooooo,” he whines, reaching out clumsily.
“Blaine…” Sebastian pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Stay here.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Look!” Blaine shuffles closer to the wall, making space beside him.
“What about your parents?”
“My parents don’t sleep in my bed.” Blaine wrinkles his nose.
Sebastian snorts. “No, I mean what’ll they say when they find a boy in your bed tomorrow morning?”
“They won’t care. Kurt sleeps over all the time.”
“But I’m not your—” He stops himself.
“Not my what?”
There’s an odd look on Sebastian’s face that Blaine can’t really read. Lips tight, nose qrinkled, almost like… his stomach is upset? Blaine tilts his head, trying to sit up, but the room spins and he collapses back into the pillows.
“Never mind,” Sebastian whispers, the strange look intensifying. He doesn’t know what it means, only that it unsettles him. “I should go…”
“Noooo”, Blaine pushes out his lower lip, eyes wide. “Pleeeeease stay? I promise, I’ll make myself really small and I promise, I don’t snore. Except sometime when my nose is clogged or when I’m feeling to hot or when I’m drunk…” He thinks for a moment. “Actually, I might’ve had a bit too much to drink tonight, so I actually cannot promise I won’t snore. But I can promise that I will not be mad if you push me as soon as you notice. Although…”, he muses, “I might not realize that’s why you’re pushing me when I’m half asleep so I probably shouldn’t promise that either… but —”
“Fine!” Sebastian lets out a soul-deep sigh, toeing off his left shoem then his right. “I’ll stay, just… with all my love, Blaine, shut up.” The mattress dips as he sits, and Blaine smiles, closing his eyes.
He hears the unmistakingly sound of a belt and a zipper and jeans being pulled down, then feels the blanket he’s still laying on top on being pulled from under him and lifted. He shifts closer, resting his head against Sebastian’s ribs, listening to the steady thrum of his heart. Within moments, his breathing slows, soft and even, until sleep takes him.
Blaine’s breath tickles his neck but Sebastian stays frozen, staring at the ceiling in the dark. His weight is warm against him, his trust heavy. It feels dangerous, unfair somehow. He doesn’t belong here—doesn’t deserve this closeness, not after everything he did to this boy. And yet, with Blaine pressed into his side, asking nothing more of him than to stay, Sebastian knows he won’t move.
Not tonight.
He shifts just enough to tug the blanket over Blaine’s shoulders, careful not to wake him. Blaine sighs in his sleep and nuzzles closer, his curls brushing Sebastian’s chin, and something sharp twists in his chest.
This is it—the thing he’s been trying not to see, not to name. It’s been creeping up on him for weeks, maybe months. The late-night texts, the banter that always cuts too close, the way Blaine’s smile lingers in his head long after he’d turned away. He pretended it was a game, pretended it was nothing. But it isn’t. Not anymore.
I’m in love with him , he realizes. I’m in love with a boy whose in love with someone else – how pathetic is that, huh?
The thought makes his throat tighten. It’s terrifying. Saying it —even to himself in his own head—feels like stepping off a ledge with no way back. Because if Blaine knew, if Blaine even guessed , everything between them could collapse in an instant. And Sebastian… Sebastian couldn’t bear to lose him.
So he swallows it down, the words clawing at the back of his throat, and lets silence cover him like armor. His arm dares to curl protectively around Blaine’s waist, holding him a little tighter, just for tonight while he sleeps. In the morning, Blaine will wake and probably not remember half of this.
But Sebastian will. Every second of it. Every heartbeat. And that will have to be enough.
It has to be enough.