"Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear."

[dapperdevious]

Who: Sebastian Smyth and Santana Lopez
What: Of fags and hags and BFFs
Where: Blaine and Puck's place, Miami
When: About three weeks after Kurt's admission to the clinic

It had been an intense as fuck few weeks, to say the least. Just as Sebastian and Jeremy arrived back from a few months in Paris, they landed into the shit-storm of Blaine and his other half. It had settled a little now, but Blaine hadn't come back from Jacksonville. He was still staying up there with Nick's folks and apparently visiting Kurt every single day, according to Puck. Sebastian and Jeremy had taken the trip up there a couple of times with Puck to see Blaine, and he was mostly in positive spirits. He said Kurt was still battling, but he had actually put on a little bit of weight over the last week, so things were looking up. It was still blowing Sebastian's mind that Blaine was even dating, let alone in something this serious and so invested in it. He was a better guy than Sebastian was.

This time, though, the twins stayed home. Jez had been up all night with food poisoning from a dodgy pizza, which taught him a lesson to order weird stuff no one else liked. He got his own chicken and pineapple one, while Puck and Sebastian stuck to all meat with anchovies. Jeremy hated seafood, but this time, that proved to be a downfall. They had been going to head up to Jacksonville again with Puck, but Puck ended up going on his own this time. And Jez was an entirely different source of worry for Sebastian, as the mess he nearly got himself overseas. He was too damn nice, and people continuously took advantage of that.

Sebastian was just sitting there flicking through the TV shows and having a cup of coffee while he once again tried to put some sense into the whole situation. It was seriously fucked. Surely it all had to get better soon? But what if Kurt never got better? Then what? The buzzer at the apartment door went and had Sebastian frowning up the hall. There was no one else around to get it. Or, at least, he knew if he didn't get it, Jeremy would drag himself out of his ball of misery to do it because he was, again, too nice not to. So Sebastian set his coffee down and got up to get the door.

Telling himself that he would flash his cock if it was salesman or Jehovah's Witness trying to save him from sin, he pulled the door open and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Fuck, a lesbian. Now I don't have an excuse to get my cock out."

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[dapperdevious]

Sebastian held his beer up in a mock toast. "You're fucking telling me. If I went to New York, I might actually have an interesting social life. I just fucking hate surfers, so it's slim pickings here. Not through lack of trying before I buy, though. I just never buy. At least French dudes knew all the interesting ways to utilise their tongue. I miss a fucking good rim job. It's been so freaking long since I had a satisfying one," he decided with a dramatic sigh, letting his head fall back as he took a swig of the beer. "Really don't give a flying fuck about Jeff's hair, either. Just so long as I can hold onto it when he's blowing me, I could give a rip if it's blond or neon purple. Although, even that would probably be a step up from Bieber hair. Not that it matters anyway. Jeff and me are pretty much done on the FWB thing. I wanted to quit it before it got weird, and as soon as he dropped trou for Nick, it definitely got weird. I should try pursuing Mike Chang again now he's fabulously single," he said with a wicked smirk. It wasn't that much of a bad idea, if he did say so himself. "I'm not going to wait around for you. You probably don't even know any hot dick. You would be too busy looking to see if they had tits. Maybe you should look on the more butch from for awhile. Skinny blond chicks really don't seem like your style. At least, not unless they have more between their legs than they do between their ears."

"He already did. Head-first. He's talking moving in with Kurt and everything, but I don't know how Kurt feels about it all. I guess the jury is still well out on all of that. The thing with Blainers is that we've never been able to tell him what to do. He functions on Blainers Rulebook of Life that no one else has a copy of and if he gets his mind set on something, his mind is set. No amount of reasoning or trying to tell him he's wrong will work. Even coming here to Miami in the first place. Dad and Wendy just didn't think it would be the best route because it's a pretty unique sort of place. The college course he wanted was here, and once the idea was in his mind, that was it. I'm pretty sure that was why Puck ultimate chose here to enter the force. At least that way, he could keep an eye on Blaine. Now we have Germ saying all the airy fairy shit about Miami being where Blaine was meant to be because Kurt was here and blah, blah, fucking blah. I don't know how we were made from the same genetic cell. Romance. Pfft," he scoffed with a shake of his head.