Chapter 11
The morning light filtered softly through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the room. It felt like a dream to Blaine—the night before, the kiss with Sebastian, everything that had shifted between them. The quiet hum of the house seemed to make everything feel more intense, like the space between them carried a thousand unspoken words.
Blaine walked into the kitchen, trying to act normal, but there was an undeniable weight to his movements. Sebastian was there, leaning against the counter, a mug in hand. When he saw Blaine, his eyes flickered to him, an almost unreadable expression passing over his face before it settled into something softer. They didn’t need words to know what had happened.
“Morning,” Sebastian said, his voice low but calm. He didn’t move away when Blaine entered, and there was an ease in his presence that was undeniable. He wasn’t backing off.
“Morning,” Blaine replied, stepping closer, feeling the pull between them. He couldn’t stop himself. The way Sebastian looked at him made it impossible to ignore what had happened, what they both felt. He was standing just a bit too close now, and the space between them felt charged, like something was about to snap.
There was no hesitation this time. Blaine’s hand reached out, brushing against Sebastian’s, fingers lightly grazing his palm. It wasn’t an accident—it was deliberate, and it felt like a silent agreement between them. No more pretending. Sebastian’s fingers curled briefly around his, holding the touch steady, as if confirming they were both on the same page.
“Last night…” Blaine began, voice barely above a whisper, as though Quinn might hear them. His words hung in the air, but he didn’t need to finish the sentence. Sebastian had known exactly what he meant.
“I know,” Sebastian replied, his voice equally quiet, but firm. He took a half step forward, their bodies now inches apart. “And it’s okay.”
Blaine looked up at him, his heart pounding in his chest, the words he’d been holding back finally starting to spill out. “I want this. I want us. But… we need to be careful. We can’t let Quinn find out.”
Sebastian nodded, his thumb brushing against Blaine’s wrist in a comforting, almost possessive way. He could feel Blaine’s tension, the quiet worry that he wasn’t ready to voice out loud. But Sebastian didn’t need him to. He just needed to be there.
“I get it,” Sebastian said, his tone quiet but solid. “We’ll take it slow. No one needs to know right now. It’ll be our thing.”
Blaine took a breath, relief flooding through him. The thought of Quinn finding out, the guilt of hiding something from her—it had been eating away at him. But here, with Sebastian in front of him, that fear seemed smaller. They didn’t have to figure everything out immediately.
His hand moved to Sebastian’s arm, fingers pressing into the fabric of his sleeve as if grounding himself. It wasn’t a question of whether they were going to do this, it was happening. It was just a matter of when, and h
They were still close, too close, but neither of them stepped away. Sebastian leaned in just slightly, his breath warm against Blaine’s ear, his words soft but intense. “You don’t have to say anything more. We’re on the same page.”
And then, without thinking, Blaine moved even closer. He could feel the heat radiating off Sebastian’s skin, the tension between them still palpable, but now with an underlying current of understanding. The kiss from last night was still fresh on his lips, and without hesitation, he pulled Sebastian in again, this time more deliberately.
It was quick, but it was real. No more hiding, no more doubt. The kiss was deep, their lips pressing together like the world had narrowed down to just this moment, just the two of them.
When they pulled away, Blaine’s breath was shaky, but Sebastian was calm, his hand now resting on the small of Blaine’s back, just a subtle weight, a reminder that they were in this together.
“Let’s just be careful,” Blaine said, his voice low, even though the words didn’t seem to carry the weight they once did. Now, there was no turning back, but maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.
Sebastian gave him a small, almost smug smile. “Don’t worry. We’ll be careful. But right now, I think we’re okay.”
They stood there for a moment, the silence between them comfortable, but still heavy with the shared understanding of what they were about to navigate. Blaine’s heart was still racing, but in a way that felt right, exciting, not frightening.
As they pulled apart just a little, the sound of a door opening upstairs made them both freeze for a second, their eyes meeting. They didn’t move, not wanting to give anything away, but both of them knew that the moment was far from over.
It was just beginning.
The soft creak of footsteps upstairs signaled that Quinn was waking up. Blaine and Sebastian, standing close just moments ago, immediately stiffened. Their fingers, which had been lightly grazing each other, separated like they were burned by an invisible flame. Blaine’s chest tightened as he quickly stepped back, hands gripping the edge of the counter as if he needed something to hold on to. He quickly straightened, trying to act casual, though his heart was still pounding from the closeness that had lingered between him and Sebastian just seconds before.
Sebastian, sensing the shift, subtly took a step back as well, putting more space between them. His expression was neutral, but his eyes—those eyes that had held so much unspoken understanding—now avoided Blaine’s, focusing on the mug in his hand. He wasn’t making any sudden movements, just breathing through the moment, acting as if everything was normal.
Quinn’s footsteps grew louder, closer, and then she appeared in the doorway, wearing a sleepy smile. Her hair was tousled from sleep, and she gave a soft stretch before glancing at both of them.
“Morning,” she said cheerfully, rubbing her eyes. “What’s going on down here?”
Blaine, forcing a smile, looked over at her. “Hey, just making coffee,” he said, his voice steadier than he felt. He quickly poured a cup, keeping himself occupied with the motion, hoping it would cover up the awkwardness.
Sebastian gave a slight nod, offering her a polite smile. “Morning,” he said, though his tone was much quieter now, subdued. His hand absently adjusted the mug in his grip, as though trying to appear natural, when everything between him and Blaine still felt electric.
“Everything okay?” Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow. She looked between the two of them for a beat, as if sensing something was off but not quite sure what.
“Yeah, yeah. Just a little quiet morning,” Blaine replied, trying to brush off the tension in the room. He wasn’t sure if it was just in his head or if Quinn noticed it too, but the air felt thicker, heavier. “You sleep well?”
Quinn nodded, yawning slightly as she walked over to grab a mug. “I did. Just needed a little extra sleep after last night.”
Blaine and Sebastian exchanged a brief, almost imperceptible look. Neither of them said anything, but it was enough to remind them of the unspoken things that still existed between them.
Sebastian’s gaze lingered on Blaine for a second longer than it should have. His eyes flickered with something unreadable, something Blaine couldn’t quite decipher. But then, just as quickly, he looked away, his attention back on Quinn as she began filling her mug with coffee.
“So, any plans today?” Quinn asked, her voice bright, though there was a slight undertone of curiosity. She wasn’t sure if she noticed the distance between them, but there was something about the way they were standing that seemed off—too cautious, too careful.
Blaine cleared his throat, finally breaking the silence. “Nothing special. Just hanging out, maybe. What about you?”
“Same,” Quinn replied, then glanced over at Sebastian. “You?”
Sebastian shrugged, though his usual confident demeanor seemed a little subdued this morning. “Not much. I’m sure I’ll figure it out.”
Blaine was careful not to meet his gaze too directly, focusing on the counter in front of him as he stirred his coffee. He had to remind himself that he was still walking on thin ice—both with Quinn and with Sebastian. The last thing he wanted was for anything to slip, for anyone to figure out what had happened, what was slowly building between him and Sebastian.
For a few moments, the three of them stood in comfortable silence, sipping coffee and trying to act as if everything was normal. But for Blaine, it felt anything but. The quiet tension between him and Sebastian was like a string being pulled tighter and tighter, and Quinn’s presence made everything feel just a little more fragile.
As they sat down at the kitchen table, Blaine sat across from Sebastian, keeping a little extra distance between them. He tried to focus on the conversation, on Quinn’s light chatter about plans for the day, but his mind kept drifting. Every time Sebastian shifted in his seat, every time their eyes met, it was like a spark was ignited, threatening to catch fire, but neither of them could let it.
For now, they stayed careful, cautious. The moment between them last night was still fresh, too new, too raw. And while Blaine didn’t regret it, he knew it couldn’t be something they could talk about just yet—not with Quinn here, not with so much still unsaid.
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The hallways were empty, the day winding down, leaving the school eerily quiet. Blaine’s pulse was racing as he made his way toward the janitor’s closet, his thoughts a whirlwind. He was meeting Sebastian there—where no one could see them, where they could be alone, even if just for a moment. The tension had been building between them for weeks, the stolen glances, the near touches, and now… now they were finally alone.
When Blaine reached the closet, Sebastian was already waiting. The door was slightly ajar, just enough for Blaine to slip inside. As he entered, he was met with the dim light and the musty smell of cleaning supplies. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was Sebastian, standing there in front of him, his eyes dark with something Blaine couldn’t ignore. The air between them was thick, charged with unspoken need.
Neither of them said a word as Sebastian closed the door behind them. The sound of the latch clicking echoed in the tiny room, sealing them in. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Blaine could feel the pull, the magnetic force that had been building for so long.
Then, without hesitation, Sebastian took a step forward, closing the distance between them. His hand found Blaine’s, fingers brushing together in a spark of heat that sent shivers down Blaine’s spine. Without breaking eye contact, Sebastian pulled him closer, their bodies almost touching. Blaine’s heart hammered in his chest as he let out a shaky breath, his entire body aware of the closeness.
“You’re sure?” Sebastian’s voice was low, husky, his lips inches from Blaine’s.
Blaine didn’t need to say anything. He tilted his head slightly, and that was all the answer Sebastian needed. Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was urgent, desperate—nothing like the tentative, hesitant moments from before. This was raw, a collision of need and want that neither of them could deny anymore.
Sebastian’s hands moved to Blaine’s waist, pulling him in even closer, their bodies flush against each other. Blaine gasped into the kiss, his hands instinctively running up Sebastian’s chest, feeling the heat of his skin under his shirt. The intensity of the kiss made his head spin, and he had to grip Sebastian tighter, as though to keep himself grounded.
Sebastian’s lips were insistent, hungry, his hands sliding down Blaine’s back, pressing him even further into him. The warmth between them was electric, a fire that Blaine didn’t know how to control, didn’t want to control. All he knew was the feel of Sebastian’s mouth against his, the taste of him, and how desperately he wanted more.
The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic as their hands roamed. Blaine’s breath was coming faster now, and he could feel his pulse racing in his ears, in his chest. He wanted to pull away, to take a breath, but the need to stay connected was overwhelming. Sebastian’s lips moved to his neck, leaving a trail of heat as Blaine let out a soft moan, unable to stop the surge of desire that coursed through him.
They paused for a second, just enough to catch their breath, both of them staring at each other, their chests rising and falling with the intensity of their actions. Blaine’s heart was still pounding, but there was no hesitation now—only the overwhelming feeling that they needed each other, here, now, before reality caught up with them.
Sebastian’s hand cupped Blaine’s face, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. “Blaine,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “We can’t stay here forever.”
Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself, but he didn’t want to stop. “I don’t want to leave,” he murmured back, his hand moving to the back of Sebastian’s neck, pulling him in again.
They kissed again, slower this time, but with just as much heat. The world outside the janitor’s closet didn’t exist. All that mattered was the heat between them, the way their bodies fit together, the way they couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.
But as much as Blaine didn’t want to, he knew they couldn’t stay here forever. They both pulled away just enough to breathe, their foreheads resting together. Neither of them spoke for a moment, but the silence said everything they both knew.
This thing between them, whatever it was, was dangerous, messy, and full of tension. But for right now, it was everything they wanted.
Finally, Blaine broke the silence. “We should go. Before anyone notices we’re gone,” he said quietly, giving a small, almost regretful smile.
Sebastian nodded, but there was no smile in return. He was still processing everything, trying to figure out what came next. Without another word, he reached for the door and cracked it open. They both stepped out, the quiet hallway a sharp contrast to the storm inside them.
The weight of the secret between them felt heavier now than it ever had before. But neither of them knew how to walk away from it.
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The lunchroom buzzed with the usual noise of students chatting, trays clattering, and the hum of casual conversations. Blaine sat at the table with Quinn and a few other friends, trying to focus on the banter, but his attention kept drifting. He glanced over at Sebastian, who was sitting across the table, a few seats away but close enough that Blaine could feel the magnetic pull.
Quinn was in the middle of telling a funny story, her words flowing smoothly, but Blaine wasn’t really listening. His eyes kept flicking toward Sebastian, who seemed to be doing the same—casting quick glances in Blaine’s direction, his expression unreadable but somehow intense.
Then, without warning, Blaine felt it.
A light graze of Sebastian’s leg against his under the table. The contact was so subtle, so fleeting, that Blaine almost thought he imagined it. But then it happened again—just enough to make Blaine’s heart skip. He tried to focus on Quinn, but his body was betraying him, his attention shifting entirely to the feel of Sebastian’s leg against his.
Another touch, this time a little more deliberate, and Blaine’s pulse quickened. His breathing faltered for a moment, and he couldn’t stop the flush creeping up his neck. He could feel the heat radiating from Sebastian, despite the casualness of the touch, and the closeness made him dizzy.
He fought to maintain some semblance of composure, trying to appear normal, to keep his eyes trained on Quinn and not let on that his mind was completely consumed by the secret exchange happening under the table.
“Right, Blaine?” Quinn’s voice broke through his haze.
He blinked, snapping back to reality. “Hm?”
Quinn raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting a response, but Blaine was still a little lost in the feeling of Sebastian’s leg brushing against his. The subtle pressure of it, the heat it brought with it, was impossible to ignore. He tried to focus, tried to answer, but his mind was elsewhere.
“You okay?” Quinn asked, concern flashing across her face. “You’ve been kind of zoning out.”
Blaine panicked for a second, scrambling for a response. He forced a smile, his voice a little too forced. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… thinking.”
Quinn tilted her head, clearly not buying it. “Thinking about what?”
Blaine quickly shifted in his seat, trying to cover up the growing discomfort that was brewing in his chest. He didn’t want to draw attention to what was really happening—how every brush of Sebastian’s leg against his felt like an electric shock. How he could hardly concentrate with the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
“Nothing,” Blaine said with a shrug, his smile tight. “Just… nothing important.”
Quinn didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she let it slide, turning back to the conversation. Blaine, however, couldn’t tear his thoughts away from Sebastian. Their legs continued to touch under the table, each moment making his heart race a little faster. The thrill of it, the secret intimacy, was intoxicating, but it was also dangerous.
He glanced over at Sebastian again, who was now looking at him with a smirk that was barely noticeable, but it was there—like he knew exactly what Blaine was feeling. Blaine’s stomach fluttered at the look, but he quickly looked away, trying to push the thoughts aside.
As the bell rang and everyone stood to leave, Blaine’s mind was still racing. He glanced at Sebastian again, who gave him a small, almost knowing look. The brief moment of connection made Blaine’s chest tighten, his heart pounding as he stood up and followed Quinn out of the cafeteria.
Whatever was happening between him and Sebastian felt too intense, too secret, and Blaine didn’t know how long he could keep up the façade. But for now, he pushed the feeling aside, telling himself it would be easier to pretend it didn’t matter.
Even though it did. More than he could admit.
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Quinn and Rachel were nestled together in Quinn’s bed, the room dimly lit by the soft, golden afternoon light that filtered through the blinds. The quiet of the space felt almost peaceful, interrupted only by the occasional sound of Rachel’s gentle breath or the soft rustle of sheets as they shifted their positions.
Rachel rested her head on Quinn’s chest, her hand resting over her stomach. Quinn’s fingers idly stroked through Rachel’s hair, the rhythmic motion soothing, and for a moment, Quinn let herself relax fully into the quiet calm.
“Isn’t this nice?” Rachel murmured, her voice soft as she gazed up at Quinn with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. “Just us. No distractions.”
Quinn smiled down at her, brushing a loose strand of Rachel’s hair from her face. “Yeah, it’s perfect.”
Rachel shifted so she was facing Quinn more directly, her eyes soft and affectionate. “I like when it’s just the two of us, no rush or stress.”
Quinn nodded, her hand gently caressing Rachel’s cheek. “Me too. It’s like everything else doesn’t matter for a little while.”
Rachel let out a small laugh, shifting a little closer. “You’re so quiet today. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Quinn bit her lip, then laughed softly. “Just thinking, I guess. About how lucky I am. How lucky we are.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin appearing on her lips. “Oh, I see. Lucky you’ve got me, huh?”
Quinn chuckled, leaning down to kiss Rachel’s forehead. “Definitely. You make everything better.”
Rachel smiled, her eyes lighting up with happiness. “I’m glad. I’m lucky too, you know.” She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Quinn’s lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “You’re amazing, Quinn.”
Quinn felt a warmth spread through her chest at the compliment. “I don’t think I’m as amazing as you, but thank you.”
Rachel laughed lightly, her fingers tracing little circles on Quinn’s arm. “Well, you definitely make my life better. You’re always there for me when I need you. And I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Quinn smiled, her heart swelling with affection for Rachel. She leaned in to kiss Rachel again, this time a little deeper, a little longer. The kiss felt easy, natural, like it was exactly where they both belonged.
As they pulled apart, Quinn let out a small sigh, resting her forehead against Rachel’s. “I’m glad we’re doing this. Just being together.”
Rachel nodded, her hand finding Quinn’s, their fingers intertwining. “Me too. It’s nice, just being in the moment.”
The room was quiet again, but this time it felt even more peaceful, like they didn’t need to say anything to fill the space. They were content, perfectly happy in each other’s presence, and that was enough for now.