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"Come on, truth or dare?" Sebastian asks, Blaine gives him a look and doesn't reply, "Dare it is."
"No, please, let's just go home, I'm freezing." He looks up at him, bats his eyelashes in the way he knows will make Sebastian agree with anything he says.
"I dare you to kiss me." He says seriously, sudden like a strike of lightning. The shock makes both pause on the sidewalk, Sebastian watches him with his eyes a little wider than usual. They're so green and bright, picking up and reflecting all of the Christmas lights around them.
"You're drunk." Blaine clears his throat and puts his hands in his pockets, "We're not like that. We're friends."
"Right." Sebastian hums and nods his head. They're walking side by side, from the restaurant where they just ate dinner to Sebastian's apartment, "Then what's the issue? Come on, let me have it as a Christmas gift."
Blaine laughs, he resists the urge to draw up his shoulders and burrow into his coat. He's been fixated on this all day, since they've found a group of their students sitting in a circle, cooped up in a closet, stuck there playing truth or dare for who knows how long. "Sebastian." He warns and gets a wide grin in response, Sebastian throws an arm around Blaine's shoulders. He smells of the sweet mulled wine they had with their dessert.
"What's the worst that could happen? That you'll like it?"
Blaine would say yes, but he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, "Here, you're home." His own apartment is just a couple of blocks away, "Get in and warm up, your nose's all red."
"Your nose is red." Sebastian responds like it's a knee-jerk reaction, "Your pretty cheeks too."
And Blaine is willing to bet his ears are as well, with the way he feels them burning, "Stop." He moves away halfheartedly, allowing Sebastian to pinch his cheek with little resistance. "Good night, Sebastian."
"Nighty, night." He sing-songs, but doesn't move until Blaine is shoving him inside his apartment building.
Blaine watches him nod at the receptionist and pull up his jeans, tall, long legs, back impossibly straight. Mouthwatering. He gives himself a judgemental click of tongue and bundles up further into his scarf to go through the last stretch of walking he has in front of him.
Whenever their routines parts them like this, Blaine finds himself trapped, forced to think about Sebastian, about his face, his words, his hands, his meaningless flirting. All of it.
Sebastian is fun and outrageous, unpredictable, direct and too often too mean. He can also be sweet, even kind when he fancies it. Everything that from the outside is sharp and cutting hides layers and layers of things he wants to keep secret and protect. Blaine listens to him call his mom during their lunch break and whenever they have dinner together, he calls her maman and tries not to face anyone as he does it, she calls him Basti with a fun little French tilt at the end of it.
There's so much to Sebastian and he doesn't want to risk any of it for a one night stand, or worse, because if Blaine had his way things wouldn't stop there and Sebastian is fun, the last thing he wants to experience is Blaine's idea of a relationship. The promises, the rings, the commitment, the possessiveness.
A chill runs up his back at the idea, but he blames the weather. The air has turned cold so suddenly, only a week ago he was leaving home with a light cardigan and a shirt, meanwhile now the temperatures are diminishing rapidly, threatening and promising snow. By the time he reaches the glass door of his building his nose feels ready to fall right off his face like a piece of solid ice.
A memory comes to him easy and warm, the gloves he hand-knitted for Sebastian wrapped around his nose, Sebastian's long fingers bothering his eyebrows and petting his eyelashes as he helped his skin regain some of its feeling.
There's a balance here that Blaine has no intention of testing, he doesn't want to push and pull, doesn't want to bother his rotten luck. He's had enough of that, now he wants closeness and friends, peace.
"Blaine!" Sebastian's voice cuts through the quiet night, cars honk in the distance, airplanes fly right above them, "Blaine." He repeats, this time without screaming it. His light jog stops and he stumbles, an awkward, aborted thing that Blaine would have never expected from him, with the way he seems to have constant and perfect control of every part of his body.
"What's wrong?" Blaine checks his pockets, "Did I take your phone again?"
"No, I…" He sneezes, he's run all the way here with his jacket open and his scarf undone, hanging uselessly around his neck. Blaine steps closer and ties it up pretty for him. "No I just…" Sebastian starts again, his voice uncharacteristically unsure. "It was a joke. Before. I didn't-"
Blaine sighs, "Truth or dare?" He swallows, his throat feels swollen; he doesn't wait, fearing what might happen, "I dare you to kiss me."
Sebastian breathes through his nose, then opens his mouth, all his air condenses, his warm insides meeting the December night. He's beautiful, a little hazy around the edges as Blaine starts to feel light headed, "Sweetheart." He says, sweet and hot against his skin, "I've been waiting." He comes closer and he kisses him. The tip of his nose is cold, as cold as Blaine's, but his lips are soft. Blaine doesn't close his eyes, watches and studies Sebastian's skin from upclose, not knowing if he'll ever have another chance. He lets Sebastian draw back, "Oh, baby," He poses his forehead on Blaine's, "Even sweeter than I thought." And then he kisses him again, testing all the ways to slot their mouths together. Blaine feels himself flush, altogether too hot and too excited for what is happening to him. His hands pose on Sebastian's shoulders as he begins to relax, while Sebastian's move down his back and settle on the dip of his waist. Finally Blaine closes his eyes and kisses back.