Coffee With a Shot of Regret||Seblaine 

After a long day at Dalton, Sebastian made his way to Lima Bean to meet up with Blaine. He was made up ambiguous feelings. There was Regionals, putting Blaine in hospital, previously insulting someone who’s tried to commit suicide. Sebastian knew that he’d messed up. A lot more than he had before and he felt bad about it but he didn’t want to accept self pity. As usual the proud boy wanted to keep his head high. He exhaled as he approached the door of Lima Bean. The last time he was there, he was making fun of the New Directions. Now he had amends to make.

Lima Bean was as busy as it normally was in the afternoon. Business people taking their second breaks or just finishing work, teachers, students, parents and the elderly all congregated in the cafe for much needed coffee. Sebastian thought he definitely needed one. He was still guilty about what happened. A stupid and incautious joke that ended up putting Blaine in hospital. Admittedly, he would have felt bad if Kurt ended up in hospital. Even if he didn’t like the guy, he had no intention to put anyone in hospital.  Over the last few days Sebastian had thought the two of them through, the last thing that Blaine needed was another of Sebastian’s advancements for sex. It was inappropriate and he certainly wouldn’t allow his self to think with his penis. He admired Blaine’s ability to forgive, something Sebastian never had unless he knew that he’d get something out of it. He ordered a coffee for both Blaine and him, remembering what Blaine usually ordered before finding and sitting at an empty table for two. He had no idea how long Blaine was going to be so he reached into his bag and pulled out a text book and his notebook. Maybe some quick studying would help take his mind off of things.

Sebance // Need a Ride?  

chance-wolf:

“What the hell is wrong with me?  You’re the one that pulled me away from the crowd.  I thought you wanted to be alone.  I wouldn’t mind making out, so I went for it.  You really need to stop giving such poorly targeted signals if you’re going renege every time I get close.”  Chance was dusting himself off, debating if he should just leave.  Give it all up and start over with another, less appealing conquest.  There were a few out there he could go for anyway, but none of them posed the challenge that Sebastian did.  Still.  What was he really doing here?  If he wanted to get laid, he could have done that already and with a lot less hassle. 

“Look.  I’m sorry.  Alright?  I’m sorry I came onto you.  I’m sorry I noticed you and didn’t introduce myself.  I’m not sorry I stole your number.  That part was kind of fun for me.  But I’m sorry I wasted your obviously more important than everyone else’s time.  I’m sorry I took a risk think that maybe, just maybe you were worth all the trouble.  That you had something behind that prep-school boy snob routine.”  There was a beat of silence and Chance took a step back.  “I’ll leave you alone.  I won’t call again.”  He stood there, with his jaw set, thinking that Sebastian would dismiss him.  Sebastian Smythe was an ass.  And After everything Chance had done to get his attention! 

 ”I said that we should take a seat, I didn’t tell you to throw me against a wall,” he exclaimed as he stretched his back. “You wouldn’t leave me alone so I thought if I led you on and then quickly broke it off, you’d get the message. Clearly this has just prompted you to use techniques from WWE wrestling,” he scolded. “And I’m sorry,” he gave Chance a sarcastically pitiful look. “I’m sorry that you didn’t realise that this isn’t a facade and I’m not secretly Mother Teresa.” Sebastian took a few seconds to collect his self, trying to show no falter in his presence. Being pursued wasn’t something that was new to Sebastian, it was the following, the effort that Chance had put into meeting this stranger that Sebastian couldn’t understand. “There are many other guys out there who probably enjoyed being slammed against a wall, why don’t you just go for them?” And It was Chances impertinent nature that clashed with Sebastian’s.

“It was you who let the air out of those tyres, wasn’t it?” He crossed his arms in annoyance. “Didn’t you think that I’d realise that the kid who ended up in juvie for vandalism and who has no concept of social boundaries would do something like this in a sad attempt to get back at me?” Although Sebastian felt tense, he was able to keep his self calm. Getting angry at the boy would get him no where. As he spoke he walked slowly and closer towards Chance, making his point by speaking firmly and holding his finger in front of him like a disappointed adult. “You’re lucky that I didn’t drive away because any damage caused would have to be paid for by you and I don’t give a damn if it means that you and your family end up living in a dog kennel,” he put his finger down, stopped a few centimeters away from Chance and stared him down. “Now, Terry Garvin, if you’ll excuse me. I am going to call a cab. Don’t stalk me home or whatever it is that you do,” he spoke slowly and clearly as he took a few steps away, as if Chance had a hard time understanding things. Sebastian wouldn’t be surprised he did have a hard time understanding some things. Even the slowest of kids knew better than to break into a school to and steal a persons information.

the-sebastian-smythe replied to your post:  

bandersonrw:

No I just don’t know how to take things from you still.  I’m sorry.  The proper thing to have said would still just be thank you, and I appreciate the thoughts Sebastian.

 No, I understand. You’re clearly still at odds with me over the whole slushie situation. I’m the one who should be apologising. I’m sorry, Blaine.

the-sebastian-smythe replied to your post:  

bandersonrw:

the-sebastian-smythe:

 No problem. Since there are no guarantees in life, I hope you feel better. I trust that you’re making the right decision also…

Thanks I guess.

 You guess?…Have I said something wrong?

the-sebastian-smythe replied to your post:  

bandersonrw:

Hi. How have you been?

Sorry to hear. Kurt would be crazy to say that he wanted anyone other than you. I’d hope that he makes you feel appreciated.

Thanks Sebastian.  It means a lot to hear.

 No problem. Since there are no guarantees in life, I hope you feel better. I trust that you’re making the right decision also…

Sebance // Need a Ride?  

chance-wolf:

Not in a million fucking years had Chance expected this.  There was definitely something up, but no way could anyone prove that Chance was the one who did it, and besides.  He hadn’t deflated the tires entirely.  A car resting in its rims can cause expensive damage and Chance was no idiot.  Odds were the owner knew someone with an air compressor attached to their truck and the problem would disappear.  Only Chance had hoped to have Sebastian out of the bar by that time.  This plan needed a rethink and fast!   From the corner of his eye he caught his drag queen friend thoroughly entertained and moving herself to get a better seat in the Chance/ Sebastian show.   There was no real reaction time.  Sebastian had an arm around Chance and he could feel anger rolling off the taller boy in waves.  There was an excellent bet that Chance was about to get his ass kicked! Well. If he were going to fail, then let it be in spectacular fashion!  He walked with Sebastian maybe six feet until the got close to the darkened hall that led to the bathrooms and the back.  He moved fast, grabbing Sebastian by the shirt collar and throwing his weight hard, trying to put Sebastian with his back to the wall. “We’re done talking right?” He breathed and zeroed in on Sebastian’s mouth for a kiss.  

 Standing at the side of Chance, Sebastian allowed his arm to rest behind Chances neck and over his shoulder. He kept his eyes on Chance, not worrying about bumping into anything as he took the odd glance away. Sebastian noticed that they were walking away from multiple empty tables but made nothing of it. Maybe Chance was just picky about where he wanted to sit. His eyes were on Chance when he noticed the the lighting on his face became darker. His immediate reaction was to look up to see why it was getting darker. If it was the DJ, the music would have at least changed accordingly, but it didn’t.

Sebastian was caught off guard when Chance grabbed his collar. He raised his arms to push Chance away but he wasn’t fast enough and his back hit the wall hard. His arms stopped mid-air as he was struck with pain. As Chance came towards his mouth, Sebastian raised his arms again. He used all his force to push Chance away and stumbled to the side as he wasn’t focused on his balance. This wasn’t what he wanted at all. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He growled as he massaged his shoulder. He didn’t bother finding a snarky or (what he thought was a) smart way of saying it. Sebastian was too frustrated to think of anything else to say, he just wanted an answer.

Sebance // Need a Ride?  

chance-wolf:

“That’s twenty you owe me.” Chance smirked putting his pool stick back in the rack. 

“How do you keep doing that?” The guy Chance had just beaten asked.  For intents and purposes, the big boy looked like he belonged in a biker bar.  He was bald, tattooed, and dressed in denim and steel-toed boots.  “I’m beating you next game.” 

“I don’t have time for another game.  Next time I promise I’ll let you win a little before I take your money.”  Chance winked and held out his hand. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute twink.”  He answered slapping the bill in Chance’s hand. 

Chance was barely pocketing his cash when Sebastian walked up and the boy’s silky voice purring to him in greeting would have been a welcome thing if Sebastian didn’t have that feral ‘I am going to kick your ass all over this room’ look written across his face.  “Oh… shit.” 

“Everything ok here?”   It was the biker, obviously ready to have Chance’s back. 

“Yeah.”  Chance said slowly, not looking away from Sebastian.  Out of the corner of his eye, Phyllis the drag queen was sipping a martini like she was watching a movie.  Thoroughly entertained.  “It’s cool, he’s just one of the guy’s whose car got hit.”  The biker changed his expression and mumbled that he was sorry.  Chance had seen Sebastian go outside and then come back in in a lather.  Too bad his date was in the bathroom with a simulated stomach virus… hmmmm.  The next part of his plan would be easy. 

Step 3:  Rescue the damsel in distress.  Only before he could put that in motion, Chance intended target came to him.  This meant one thing… Sebastian was just as criminally-minded as he was and somehow knew it was Chance!  Fuck this was not good!  Sebastian could never ever know that he had let the air of his tires or all bets would be off and Chance hadn’t even gotten in Sebastian’s pants yet!  Dammit, this was already not going well! 

“You need a ride somewhere?  I have a Ducati.”  He wanted to get Sebastian away from all the ‘helpful’ guys around the table before one of them offered up the use of air compressor. 

 Sebastian nodded slowly with a smirk after Chance had confirmed that everything was ok to his large friend. His eyes remained sharply on Chance, he had no interested in even acknowledging the existence of the men around them. He readjusted his self at the mention of his tire and stood with both hands in his pockets. He didn’t want to show how annoyed he was, inside he was raging especially with the possibility that Chance had something to do with this. He thought that this was could have been a pathetic attempt at getting back at Sebastian for denying Chances advancements multiple times. Well, if Chance wanted to play “payback,” Sebastian wasn’t going to say no.

Sebastian laughed under his breath and shook his head when Chance asked him whether he wanted a ride. He moved forward and hung his right arm over Chance’s shoulder, getting physically closer. After all, he thought that, that was what Chance wanted. “Chance, I thought you wanted to spend time with me,” he purred before gently biting his own lip. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away. Why don’t we take a seat and you can buy me a drink,” he spoke gently and quietly, trying to lure the boy in.

bearcubdavid:

the-sebastian-smythe:

bearcubdavid:

You’ve got a point. Do I get a kid’s song now?

Nope. Only when I need to portray sarcasm and/or irony…But since I’m in a sharing mood, I’ll give you this:

http://youtu.be/9ZZF1tk5cBM

It has no relevance to anything but I might as well.

The link doesn’t work Seb… I feel cheated.

 Try it now.

Sebance // Need a Ride?  

chance-wolf:

Chance felt exactly like a deflated balloon.  After all his effort and everything he’d done to show Sebastian he was interested, how dare the guy not at least TALK to him!  And now he was talking to some other stick-figure douchebag that looked like any of a dozen guys in the club.  This guy had talked to Sebastian maybe a few minutes and Chance had waiting for his opportunity and have his five minutes with Sebastian for far longer and God Dammit he was going to get it!  This means war… 

Step one:  Remove the competition from the equation.  It was a very small thing, to carry a little vile of Visine in his pocket.  You never know when someone is going to be too pushy in a bar after all and you might need to make it so they weren’t feeling so great and by association, leave you alone.  That’s what Chance needed right now.  A way to get that bastard away from Sebastian. 

“Hey Phyllis.”  Chance said walking up to the only drag queen in the place tonight.  He had met her on his first trip here and she had called him out right away as a pool shark. 

“Hey sugar.”  Phyllis’ Blonde wig was a little askew, so Chance fixed it for her.  “What are you doing over here baby boy, shouldn’t you be hustling the pool table?” 

“Not tonight.”  Chance shook his head, “I think I’m in love.”  It was an exaggeration, but she would love that. 

The drag queen gasped in mock surprise.  “Where is this this prince charming, so I can ask him what his intentions are!”  Chance happily pointed to Sebastian’s back.  He was still engrossed in conversation with Chance’s rival.  “Well, he doesn’t look interested in you honey.” 

“That’s because he doesn’t know me yet.”  That wasn’t strictly true, but it would add to the drama for Phyllis. 

“Ohhh… a romance!  A torrid affair.  Just like ‘From Here to Eternity.’  Your love is unrequited right now baby boy.” 

“Not for long.  If you’ll help me.”  He smirked at Phyllis and opened his hand, revealing the Visine, to which his sequined accomplice gave an overly large wink with a fake eyelash.  It was a matter of watching the show after that.  Phyllis was a marvel, pushing her way to the bar right next to the bastard that was trying to steal Chance’s man and expertly passing a hand over his drink as if nothing happened.  Chance would have to make good friends with Phyllis.  He was a girl after Chance’s own heart.  It would take a bit for the stuff to make the intended target sick, so Chance busied himself with yet another game of pool.  There were a couple of guys there who looked like they actually might be interested in Chance, but he had tunnel vision at this point.  He only wanted Sebastian and no way was he giving up this chase without a fight.  He watched from the corner of his eye (losing his game on purpose) as the guy Sebastian was talking to gripped his stomach and wandered to the bathroom. 

Step Two:  Separate the deer you want from the herd.  This part, fortunately, had been done for him.  Some good Samaritan had come in with the makes and models of three vandalized cars in the parking lot.  The bartender made the obligatory announcement before turning the music back on.  Now he just had to watch and wait. 

 ”Who was that?” Alex had cut off Sebastian and asked in curiosity once Chance was completely out of site.

Sebastian smirked as he rolled his eyes. “No one. Just some guy who didn’t realise that I was talking to an incredibly gorgeous man,” he winked. He briefly looked behind him to make sure that the boy was gone. Thank goodness he left, if he stayed any longer, Alex would certainly have left.

As Alex took a sip of his drink, he smiled back shyly at Sebastian’s comment. “Don’t think you can win me over that fast,” he laughed. He stopped when the music stopped and the bartender made an announcement. Sebastian immediately raised his attention upon hearing his car being called.

Felling a slight discomfort, Alex held onto his stomach. On his way to stand up he said “Sebastian I-“

“You have to be kidding me,” Sebastian cut off Alex as he stood up. He was completely fixated on his car. “Order us 2 drinks and  I’ll be back in 2 minutes,” he said as he placed money on the counter. His attention was now and completely on his car. Alex, on the other hand, had rushed to the bathroom without Sebastian noticing.

Sebastian walked quickly out to his car and surveyed all 4 tires to see which had been slashed. Upon finding the tire, he knelt down and felt the hole to see how much damage had been done. As if this would make a difference. It wouldn’t but it seemed to be a ritual amongst drivers that Sebastian picked up. “What the fuck is wrong with some people?” He groaned as he stood up. Sebastian frisked his pockets for his cell but it wasn’t there. He unlocked the car door and looked around the compartments for his phone but it wasn’t there. He got out and slammed the door shut. Trying to remember whether he even brought it. He remembers picking up and placing it…next to his computer. He wondered how he could have forgotten his phone…how else was he supposed to safely store guys’ numbers?

He was quickly reminded of Alex who was probably waiting for Sebastian…but Sebastian was wrong. He looked around the bar but Alex was no where to be found. He asked the bartender but all he could say was that Alex had rushed off. Sebastian shrugged and took a seat at the bar. Alex was attractive but there were plenty more attractive men out there. Sebastian saw no need to dwell on it. Right now, he had more important things to worry about…like his car. It must have been a mindless vandal because his wasn’t the only one targeted. “Has this happened before?” Sebastian asked the bartender about the tire slashing.

“Not that I know,” the bartender shrugged as he wiped the surface. “We have a pay phone at the back if you need to call someone to get it fixed…You could probably get a lift from someone here. I’ve noticed how you operate,” he smiled as he walked away.

Sebastian nodded in acknowledgement as the bartender walked away. He had a hunch that it was the red-head from juvie. He remembered Chance mentioning that he was put in for vandalism. Sebastian stood alone at the side of the bar, surveying the room for Chance. Although he had no evidence, he was ready to throw the blame. Very soon, he found him. Standing over at the pool tables.

“Hey hottie,” Sebastian smirked. He spoke loudly as he walked over to Chance, weaving confidently through the group of men who where in his way. The guys who hung around the pool table seemed to be interested in Chance. Sebastian wanted to let them know that he was out of bounds, not because he was interested in Chance. He definitely wasn’t. Why not mess around? Sebastian thought. Why not fuck his chances with them over? He smirked but his eyes easily conveyed his anger.

chance-wolf:

Me and a Congressman!

He had an obvious win. He was the only candidate who wasn’t crazy.

Sebance // Need a Ride?  

chance-wolf:

 

When a guy likes someone, he has a tendency to make things happen.  Chance Wolf, formerly known as Marcus O’Connell, was no exception.   Take tonight for example.  Chance actually had school work he needed to finish, and he promised his Grandparents that he would stop hacking into the school’s data base to change his grades attendance records.  Truth be told, Chance kind of wanted to earn the grades this year, so he agreed.  But the allure of Scandals, of the pool tables, of the dance floor, and the general acceptance of who he was turned out to be far too great a temptation to resist.  Aside from that.  There was the off chance that he might see Sebastian Smythe there. 

The plan to make a surprising/ romantic gesture had backfired recently and if Chance saw the tall prep-school boy tonight, he intended to introduce himself properly.  Days before Chance had taken an entire evening to break into Dalton’s administration office when hacking the school’s database failed.  (Whoever was doing their tech work was really good!)  So Chance had gone old school and looked up Sebastian Smythe at the source. 

~Flashback~

It was one of those cooler, rainy nights where the weather couldn’t decide to be winter or turn to spring.  Chance had walked to Scandals anyway, hoping his fake ID would work.  He hadn’t lived with his foster family long, and he had even less time to get used to his new identity.  The state of Illinois still considered him a credible witness in their murder investigation, and had taken precautions to protect Chance  from anyone who might not want him silence him forever and placed him in protective custody after a relatively quiet stint in a juvenile detention center.  More than anything, he just wanted to forget about it all.  He would never try to hack a government official’s email ever again.  Ever. 

Chance’s ID worked just fine and after maybe five minutes of standing around the pool table, he hustled himself a game.  Lost once.  Won twice.  And because he looked so young (Chance had the body of an Abercrombie model and the face of a cartoon baby), guys kept buying him beer.  It was a good trade.  That was when he saw Sebastian.  Tall, lithe, beautiful and fuck if that bastard was working the room like he owned it.  Chance watched the guy dance, drink, and disappear to the back.  It made his mouth water looking at the guy, but no way would he notice someone like Chance.  For the most part, Sebastian seemed to like tall skinny boys who looked just like him.  Well Chance liked that too.  So the first thing he did once he got the opportunity was approach one of Sebastian’s cast-offs and after a dance and drink, inquire about the tall guy.  It wasn’t enough though and what he heard sounded way off, so Chance followed Sebastian to his car when he left the club.   (At a discreet distance.)  There was a blazer hanging up the back of his car, fresh from the cleaners with a red “D” embroidered on it.  That was all he needed, and the search was on.  With that little bit of information Chance learned all he needed to know about Sebastian Smythe.  (Which was not enough.) 

~End~

A familiar vehicle stopped Chance in his tracks.  Shit.  Sebastian was here.  After his plan to call guy backfired, there was a good chance that Sebastian wanted nothing to do with him.  A little… help was needed to maybe massage and situation in his favor.  Discretely, Chance ran around and let the air out of the tires of three random cars in the parking lot, leaving Sebastian’s for last.  The club would assume it was some sort of random vandalism and poor Sebastian would need help getting home.  Or that was the plan anyway. 

Chance could feel nerves (and that was strange) welling up in his chest as he made his way into the bar and approached Sebastian from behind.  He was maybe two and a half or so inches taller than Chance.  To him it was perfect, but he worried that Sebastian wouldn’t agree all the same.  “Hey.”  He said licking nervous lips, “buy you a drink?”  He waited for Sebastian to turn around before speaking again.  “I didn’t text you this time.” 

 It was as if Sebastian had just finished reading a creepy story when he automatically looked behind him. He was in his room and the possibility of someone being behind him without him realising was silly but after chatting to Chance, we was struck by a weird sense of paranoia. He wondered whether he was over-reacting. Sure it wasn’t normal to break into a “highly secured” school of a stranger and find their number and address but- Who was he kidding? It isn’t normal. The kid must have seen one too many romantic comedies and one too few episodes of Criminal Minds.

This must have been an elaborate prank planned by his watchful neighbour. The neighbour who looked out of her window, seeing Sebastian leave at night only to find that he came back the next morning. The neighbour who felt the need to warn him about his apparent promiscuity and who wasn’t afraid to let her homophobic stance be known through her condescending language and “God Can Save You” leaflets. It must have been her twisted plan or something. If it wasn’t a joke, it must have taken Chance a while to collect the information. All that effort and all for sex? Sebastian shuddered at the thought of how long he must have been thinking about Sebastian before they’d met.

Once again Sebastian decided to spend his evening at Scandals. A mood killing cloud still hung over his head. The guilt of putting Blaine in hospital and his desire to be with him wouldn’t leave Sebastian. All he wanted was a night full of mindless flirting and indulgent dancing.

At the club, Sebastian strutted up to the jukebox to change the annoying song. He had no idea what it was but to him it seemed to be more random noises than actual music. He wasn’t there for even 3 minutes before being spotted. A young, small to medium build man with short dark hair and hazel eyes stood within Sebastian’s view. Noticing the mans random glances, Sebastian raised his head and smirked. “You want to pick a song?” Sebastian purred. The man smiled and walked over. They’re eyes remained on each other as the man walked over and picked a song. “I’m Alex,” the man smiled.

~~~~

The two of them spent the duration of the song dancing before heading over to the bar. “I’ll be back,” Alex winked as he got up, temporarily leaving Sebastian alone. Not long after the man left, Sebastian heard an unrecognisable voice behind him. “…Chance?” He asked when he turned around. He surveyed the boy in confusion. “Don’t tell me that you tracked my GPS,” he kept calm and managed to give him a patronising smirk. He ignored Chance’s question. He didn’t want to waste anymore time on the boy. “Bye,” he smirked when Alex returned. He turned back around and the two of them continued talking.

bearcubdavid:

You’ve got a point. Do I get a kid’s song now?

Nope. Only when I need to portray sarcasm and/or irony…But since I’m in a sharing mood, I’ll give you this:

http://youtu.be/9ZZF1tk5cBM 

It has no relevance to anything but I might as well.

@Sebastian 

chance-wolf:

Destruction of private property and public intoxication.  You don’t get to hear more than that unless you know me really well.  Suffice it to say I had reasons for all of that and that there is no chance of it happening again.

 I’ll take your word for it…I guess this means that I’ll never find out why, oh well.