Title: In My Veins
Submission Day: 2; Magic All Around
Rating: T for Sebastian’s potty mouth
Summary: Sebastian comes to Blaine with a dilemma of epic proportions and is more than dissatisfied when, for once, his best friend doesn’t have the right answer.
Notes: I adore Seblaine friendship, okay? And there’s no actual Kurt in this, but it’s still worth a read! I might make a full sized fic out of this, I really like the idea.
"BLAINE!" Sebastian’s booming voice ricochets off the walls of the ancient temple, the Hall of Shadows, as he storms through the hallways, demanding to know where his best friend is. He ignores the reprimanding looks of the Elders as he breezes past them. He’s there for one reason and one reason only, to talk to his best friend. That, among many other things as far as he is concerned, is none of their business.
Just as he’s about to charge around the corner that leads to the Anderson suite, Blaine peeks out of the doorway and makes a beeline for his friend, grabbing him by the forearms and dragging him into the suite without so much as a, “Hello.”
"Sebastian," Blaine says before the door had even closed, in that tone that always means Sebastian is ‘in trouble.’ Sebastian simply squares his shoulders and crosses his arms, preparing for an earful.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You cannot just barge into the Hall of Shadows like you own the place. This is a place of sanctity and one of the longest standing buildings in all of world history. That means you have to be respectful and quiet,” Blaine stresses, poking Sebastian in the chest and giving him his very best attempt at a scolding look, which only serves to make Sebastian chuckle and roll his eyes.
The shorter man sighs and his posture shrinks, defeated His bottom lip even pokes out a little. “I’m serious.”
"Oh, come on, Blaine. Are you a werewolf or a puppy? Cut it out. I know you’re serious, which is why I can’t stop laughing." Blaine just pouts more at that, but Sebastian continues anyway. "And if you’re so damn sick of repeating yourself, then why do it?"
"If you’re so sick of hearing it, why do you do what you do?” Blaine asks.
"What is the big damn deal? Why does everyone talk about the Hall of Shadows like it’s the fucking Taj Mahal or something? It’s just a damn conference hall," Sebastian retorts, completely unfazed.
Blaine’s jaw drops in an extremely comical way at that and he looks so damn hurt and shocked that you would think Sebastian insulted his mother. “It’s not a damn conference hall, it’s the damn conference hall! The one that everybody who’s anybody in the supernatural world has been meeting in for centuries and…” He trails off, deflating again with a little huff of air. “Forget it, you’re never going to get it.”
"There we go, now can we talk about the reason I came here?" Sebastian says, glad to finally change the subject.
Blaine sits down on the couch, crossing his legs and placing his hands in his lap, mimicking a seasoned psychiatrist. “Why yes, Sebastian, I am just thrilled to hear more about your problems,” He responds dryly.
"You love me," Sebastian asserts, plopping down on the chair across from Blaine.
"Right, so you say," Blaine replies stealthily.
"You do! Or else you’d have… I dunno, eaten me or some shit. Gobbled me up with your giant werewolf canines," Sebastian jokes, clicking his teeth together and doing a wonderful impression of a feasting canine, growls and all.
"Werewolves do not eat people!" Blaine denies defensively.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I just love the way your face puffs up when I say it," Sebastian responds, smirking.
Blaine looks at him askew, but lets it go. “Besides, even if I did eat people, you’re a vampire. You’d taste disgusting.”
"So you’ve thought about eating me? Blaine Anderson, you naughty, naughty boy, you. What would the Elders say?" Sebastian teases crudely, wiggling his eyebrows..
"SEBASTIAN. THE POINT," Blaine explodes, finally fed up with Sebastian’s crass humor.
"Okay, okay, jeez, down boy," He says, sneaking in one last werewolf joke for kicks, then sighs, getting serious. "It’s Kurt."
Blaine cocks his head to the side, eyes showing surprise and interest. “That boy you met when visiting your aunt in New York?” Sebastian doesn’t hesitate to wonder how Blaine knew exactly who he was talking about, even though he’s mentioned Kurt to Blaine precisely once over a month ago. Blaine always remembers everything. Maybe it’s a werewolf thing. So he nods to confirm and Blaine goes on. “What about him?”
"I can’t get him out of my fucking head," Sebastian answers bluntly.
There’s a short pause as if Blaine is waiting for elaboration. When it doesn’t come, Blaine nods slowly and says, “Oh…” But his eyes ask what he really wants to know. Why?
"I don’t fucking know… I… he looks…" Sebastian sighs and runs a hand through his hair. This is going to sound so ridiculous. "He looks exactly like this kid I knew when I was growing up."
Blaine looks really intrigued now, but also confused. “You mean… when you say ‘when you were growing up,’ you mean before you…?” Blaine’s hands wave sporadically around him as he tries to find the right word.
But Sebastian, a very cut-the-bullshit-and-say-what’s-on-your-mind type, tells it like it is. “Died. Yes. He looks exactly like this kid I used to go to school with. That’s ridiculous, right?”
Blaine opens his mouth to speak, then clamps it shut in the next instant, avoiding Sebastian’s gaze. Sebastian sees that as a red flag.
"Blaine. That’s ridiculous… right?" Sebastian repeats more firmly.
Blaine looks up then and offers a weak, apologetic smile. “Well…”
"Oh, fuck," Sebastian curses, reclining in his chair.
"What?" Blaine asks.
"This is when you’re gonna tell me there’s some rare kinda spiritual mumbo jumbo happening, right?" He answers with a question.
Blaine’s hesitation is the only confirmation he needs.
"Get a fucking stake and kill me now," Sebastian deadpans.
"Oh, come on, Sebastian, stop being so cynical," Blaine reproves.
"Have you met me? Cynical is my thing. Besides, I’m not a child, I don’t believe all the folktales the Elders tell me," Sebastian retorts.
Blaine narrows his eyes. “I’m not a child either. In fact, I’ve been around for 213 years now, which means I’m a whole century older than you are.”
"Why do you always bring that up? Just because you’ve been alive longer does not mean you’re smarter than I am. And the Elders aren’t always right, you know."
"First of all, the Elders are always right and you’d know that if you listened to them every once in a while. And two, maybe it doesn’t, but it does mean I know more about how the supernatural world works than you do, because I’ve experienced more. I mean, why else would you come to me about this?”
"Because what you were supposed to do was tell me that I was talking crazy and there was no way that this kid from the year 2013 could have anything to do with a kid I knew in 1914 and I must be going a little cuckoo from over a hundred years of sleep deprivation."
Blaine chuckles a little at that. “Sebastian, be honest with me, okay? Do you truly think the possibility that Kurt could be some sort of reincarnation of the kid you knew in high school isn’t the least bit likely?”
Sebastian hesitates and a little smug smile grows on Blaine’s face that Sebastian is slightly tempted to slap right off. “Okay, maybe it would make a little sense; but, to be fair, I’m a fucking century-old vampire, the line between possible and impossible was blurred a LONG time ago.”
"Fine. Then it all comes down to this. How did you feel when you were near him?" Blaine asks, and he is seriously starting to sound more like Sebastian’s shrink than his best friend.
The taller male sighs dramatically, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “You know, it’s not too late to get that stake.”
"Sebastian," Blaine says firmly, and for once, it actually works.
"Alright, fine. I felt… just like I did when I met Cameron back in 1914." He opens his eyes and sits up then, leaning forward. "But it’s not like he can be some sort of unfinished business thing."
"Why not?" Blaine wonders.
"Because we—I mean, me and Cameron—we hated each other," Sebastian explains.
"Did you really?" Blaine asks.
And although he immediately answers yes, later, after he leaves, he realizes that’s actually a really good question.